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valeriethepussycats · 4 years ago

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Bad Day

Pairing- Dean x Black Reader, Sam x Reader( Best friends)

A/n- this takes place in season two this may or may not follow the storyline but these are little moments.

Sam looks down at the mangled car with mixed emotions.

“Oh man, Dean is gonna be pissed.” Sam proclaimed.

“Look, Sam. This... this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap.” Bobby stated.

“No. Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this.” Sam explained.

“There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging.” Bobby stressed.

“Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just going to give up on...”

“Okay.” Bobby said quietly. “You got it. There’s this person I know who can give me some parts. I’ll call her.”

“Thanks Bobby.” Sam said sincerely as he walks away.

Bobby pulls out his phone to call an “old” friend.

“Hey Y/n, it’s me Bobby.”

“Hey what’s up.”

“Nothing much...say do you have any parts for a 1967 Chevrolet Impala?” Bobby asked.

“Ummmm I think so I will have to check inventory and get back with you. Taking on a another project?” Y/n questioned as she get from up under a car.

“Nah. Its for a friend of mine.” Bobby answered.

“Ok. I’ll check.” Y/n replied

“Thanks Y/n.”

“No prob Bob.” Y/n said hanging up the phone and rolling back of one of the car.

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It’s been one week since John died and all Dean wanted to do is fix on baby. Bobby had got him some parts a couple of days ago and ever since then he’s been working on her day ‘n’ night. So when Sam walked out outside to his surprised Dean was underneath his car working on it, only his legs sticking out. It is little more than a rusted frame, but it looks considerably less crunched than last time.

“How's the car coming along?” Sam asked as he walks up to Dean.

“Slow.” Dean replied duly.

“Yeah? Need any help?” Sam wondered.

Dean drops something heavily. “What, you under a hood? I'll pass.”

“Need anything else, then?”

Dean pushes himself out from under the car and stands up. “Stop it, Sam.”

“Stop what?” Sam questioned.

“Stop asking if I need anything, stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I promise. “ Dean snapped.

“All right, Dean, it's just... We've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once. “ Sam pointed out.

“You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, and maybe even slow dance. “ Dean said sarcastically.

“Don’t patronize me, Dean, Dad is dead. The Colt is gone, and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this, and you're acting like nothing happened.” Sam declared.

“What do you want me to say?” Dean lilted.

“Say something, all right? Hell, say anything! Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day and all night long buried underneath this damn car. “ Sam shouted.

“Revenge, huh?” Dean wondered.

“Yeah.”

“Sounds good. You got any leads on where the demon is? Making heads or tails of any of Dad's research? Because I sure ain't. But you know, if we do finally find it - oh. No, wait, like you said. The Colt's gone. But I'm sure you've figured out another way to kill it. We've got nothing, Sam. Nothing, okay? So you know the only thing I can do? Is I can work on the car.”

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“You wanna try to find the colt?” Bobby asked.

“I need to do something. I just can’t just sit here and do nothing anymore.” Sam Expressed.

“Ok.” Bobby said as he walk out the kitchen.

“Ok?” Sam repeated.

“Ok as in ok I’ll help

“You can help? Why didn’t you say sooner?”

“You boys need to grieve....but there is a person who could help.” Bobby stated.

“Really?”

“Ya. There’s a body shop on the other side of town called Carter’s ask for Y/n.”

“Thanks Bobby.” Sam said as he walks out the house to Dean who is still under his car. “Bobby gave us another hunter in town. Someone who knows about finding the colt.”

“Then let’s go.” Dean said as he come up from up under his car. “You think it’s ok if we borrow one of Bobby’s cars.”

“It shouldn’t be a problem.” Sam said as he walks up to a yellow bug.

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At Carter’s body shop,Y/n is walking downstairs with her headphones around her neck and greasy overalls and her least favorite shirt on it was a regular day except the sun was shining more so then ever. When she finally made it to the garage she see Jimmy on the phone.

“Do we have an customer?” Y/n asked as she sat down across from him.

“No, it grandma Melanie she was wondering if she could bring us one of her apple turnovers.” Jimmy replied.

“Yes I love love one grandma.” Y/n proclaimed. “Do we got anyone coming in today?”

Jimmy holds the phone with his shoulder then picks up the clipboard and looks through the pages. “No appointments today.”

“Ok you can have the day off but I still want my apple turnover.” Y/n declared.

“Ok thanks Riley.” Jimmy said with a smile.

Riley nods her head then side her headphones on then walks over to her car to starts changing the oil.

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Dean is driving down the street in a beat up Volkswagen bug. Oh how he miss baby. Every time he would stop at a stop sign the car would shut down. Let’s just say it not been the best day ever. He just hope the get some information.

“What do you know about this Riley person?” Dean asked as Sam.

“Not much that there good with maps.” Sam told Dean. “There right there Carter’s.”

Dean pulls into the body shop and before he can turn the car off it’s stops on its own.

“Really!?” Dean exclaimed.

Sam laughs at Dean and his struggle with the car. Dean gets out the car.

“Are you going to fight with a car?” Sam questioned as he gets out the car and starts on walk up to the entrance of the body shop. Dean walks over towards the garage when he sees a certain type of car.

“Sam! Sam! Come over here it’s an ss it’s blue and shine.” Dean said with a goofy grin on his face.

Dean walks over to the driver side and gets in the car and stars to feel around the car.

“Dean get out you don’t know who’s car that is.” Sam stressed.

“Sam I’ve only been in one ss and it was Bobby’s and you seen how beat up his is....this one has been taken care of- “ Dean started.

“And it’s on a jack.” Sam stated.

“What!?!”

Sam looks around the front of the car. “Someone is under the car Dean!!” Sam yelled.

Just as soon as Y/n is coming out of under her car the jack brakes and the car drops to the ground.

“What the hell!!?!” Y/n shouted.

Y/n gets up and see Sam standing next to passenger side of her car and Dean in the Driver’s seat he get out the car

“Sorry.” Dean whispered but Y/n heard him loud and clear.

“You almost killed me and you think a ‘sorry’ is good enough.” Y/n barked.

Dean- to be fair I didn’t know anyone was under there

Y/n clenched her jaw. “Oh you son of a bitch.”

Y/n is about to give Dean a piece of her mind when Sam steps in front of her. “I’m sorry my brother loves car and he saw this one and couldn’t control himself. I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean.”

“We’re here looking for someone you might know.” Dean commented.”

“I’m not talking to you I’m taking to him.” Y/n snapped giving Dean a sideways glare.

“Do you know where Y/n is?” Sam asked trying to Break the tension.

“Well if it wasn’t for her good instincts she would have been flatted I’m Y/n.”

“We was send by Bobby. We was wondering if you could help us with something?” Sam asked.”

“Sure.” Y/n answered with a smile at Sam then she turns and looks at Dean and it quickly her face drops to hatred. “Get in my car again I’ll brake both your hands.” Y/n said with a wicked smile at Dean. “What can I help youwith?”

“So you’re not going to acknowledge me I said sorry.” Dean remarked.

“You almost killed me with my car hell no I’m not going to acknowledge you.” Y/n replied angry.”

“I was told you’re one to get help on this.” Sam said as he hands Y/n a drawing

“Your trying to fine colt or build one at least.” Y/n observed as she looked at the drawing.

“Wait..you can build a colt. I thought it was a special gun?” Dean wondered.

“Sam I have maps and other stuff in my apartment upstairs about the colt if you need them I can show you them.” Y/n explained.

“um yes thank you.” Sam said grateful.

“Well come on upstairs let’s get out of the cold.” Y/n remarked.

Sam follows Riley upstairs and as Dean try to follow he gets the door closed in his face. “Hey I’m still out here!” Dean emitted.

“Really I didn’t notice.” Y/n said sarcastically.

“Look I’m sorry for almost killing you with your car.....I honestly didn’t know you were under there.” Dean said truthfully.

Y/n looks at Dean with a lopsided grimace. “You look sincere....fine you can come in.”

Dean walks inside the shop and they all walk upstairs to Riley’s apartments.

“Make yourself at home Sam I’ll go get everything I have on the colt.” Y/n said as she walks off.

Dean looks around Riley’s apartment and see all the albums classic rock,Rnb,pop,soul,rap and even some Beethoven and Morzt.

“And I thought I liked music.” Dean mumbled under his breath.

“It’s kind of cool.” Sam stated.

“You really like your music uh....is that AC/DC.” Dean shouted to Y/n.

“Oh so he is more then just a petty face.” Y/n shouted from the other room.

“You think I’m petty?” Dean wondered.

“Ya petty....ugly.” Y/n laughed.

“Ha ha ha laugh all you want that joke wasn’t even that funny.” Dean said as he sides the AC/DC cassette tape in his pocket.

“Your just saying that because your the but end of the joke.” Sam grinned.

Riley laughs and walks back over to Sam and place a suitcase on the table in front of him.“I was doing research on the colt and found this in my granddaddy’s storage. I guess he was looking for it or he was going to build one.”

“You can really build a colt?” Dean asked again hoping to get a answer this time.

“Ya you just need the right equipment but the bullets got to be made out of a Phoenix or it’ll be just a regular gun.” Y/n told Dean.

“Phoenix? Like the bird.” Dean asked.

“No the monster...there’s like only three left in America. I can get you more information on it if you like and if I run into any dead end I know a guy.” Y/n explained.

“Yes that would be great thank you...um how will we contact you?” Sam wondered.

Y/n writes down her number on a scrap piece of paper then hands it to Sam. If you can’t reach me I’ll just go though Bobby that’s who sent you over here right.” Y/n specified.

“Ya.”

“Great I see Bobby every other day so I might catch ya and if I don’t I’ll just leave with him.” Y/n told Sam and Dean.

Tbc

Ps. I’m gonna title all my supernatural stories with name of the song (for the ones that has ‘TBC’ their names will be titled after songs I like from that year and The Random fics will be Random songs).

#dean x black reader #dean winchester x black! reader #dean winchester x reader #dean x black!reader

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jaskiers-sweetkiss · 4 years ago

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We’re Not Stalking, We Were Just Bored

Pairings: Willex, mentions of past Luke x Alex, OC x Luke

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: some light cursing

Summary: Luke’s boredom one afternoon leads to him and Jordan following Alex and his ghost beau around the city.

A/N: Here’s my submission for @jatp-week day 3 - favorite ship. I love Willex with all my heart and this way I was able to write about them without writing from one of their povs, cause I wasn’t feeling that atm! This one-shot takes place in the Sunset Swerve universe featuring my oc Jordan but can be read as a stand-alone! Send me a message if you’d like to be tagged in future JATP works or my Sunset Swerve series and as always lmk what you think!

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“Jordan!” Luke whined, drawing out her name.

She was once again laid across the couch with a book in hand, trying to quietly pass the afternoon but Luke was having none of it. Of course Alex was out doing who-knows-what and Reggie was in the house so Luke had no one else to bother but her.

“Jordan!” Luke called again when he didn’t get a response, louder and more insistent this time.

Jordan groaned irritably, lowering her book to glare at the boy sitting in the chair across from her.

“What do you want?” She sighed, hoping to placate him so he’d leave him alone.

“I’m bored.”

“Oh my gosh.” Jordan rolled her eyes. “Then go do something.”

She picked up her book again but in a flash Luke was next to her, pushing her book back down.

“There’s nothing to do here!”

“Then go somewhere else.”

“I can’t go alone! What if I get lost or wind up in a bad part of town!”

“Then you poof out. You’re a ghost,” Jordan rolled her eyes again with a sigh.

When Luke didn’t say anything in response Jordan looked up, puzzled, only to be met with the boy’s puppy dog face. She glared at him for a moment before turning away.

“I hate you so much,” she muttered to herself before turning back and saying louder, “Fine. Let’s go.”

She sat up, swinging her legs off the couch and placing her bookmark in her book. Luke jumped up excitedly, a grin on his face at his victory.

“There’s a record shop in Hollywood I’ve been meaning to visit,” he announced, grabbing her hand and poofing them away.

When they reappeared outside the record shop Jordan slapped his arm.

“A little warning next time!” She scolded, running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame it. “I was not ready to go out yet!”

“Who cares? No one can see you!”

“I care!” Jordan protested, “And don’t try and give me that apathetic garbage, you care about your appearance more than anyone else I know.”

Luke rolled his eyes, pulling his beanie off with a huff and pulling it onto the other ghost’s head. “There. Now can you stop freaking out about your hair?”

Jordan huffed but adjusted the hat on her head.

“Thanks,” she grumbled reluctantly and Luke smiled cheekily.

He moved to usher her into the record store only to notice it was no longer there. The windows had been boarded up and a large ‘For Rent’ sign had been hung on the door.

“Well, that’s a bust then,” Jordan frowned. “Damn. I really liked this shop too.”

Like Luke, Jordan had frequented many of the record shops in the area when she was alive. They’d always been one of her first stops whenever she got birthday money or saved up enough allowance. She and Luke had stumbled upon this one together when they were younger, their parents having sent them out to do some errands. She remembered they’d bickered the whole time up until they walked past the storefront. Deciding to go in and look around might’ve been the first and only thing they’d agreed on when they were alive.

“Woah, wait, there’s Alex!” Luke said, pointing down the street where the blond had just turned onto a side street. “We should follow him!”

“You want to spy on Alex?”

“No! I just wanna observe,” Luke protested, “y’know, for science.”

Jordan laughed at the crappy reasoning.

“C’mon, we don’t have anything better to do,” Luke pouted again and Jordan groaned but let herself be pulled along by the ghost boy.

“Is this some weird jealous ex thing?” She asked warily when she saw that Alex was meeting up with Willie.

“What? No,” Luke snapped his head around to stare bewildered at her. “Jesus. No, Moss. That’s so creepy and weird.”

“Right and the two of us spying on them because we’re bored isn’t weird?”

“Okay I see your point but I just wanna know what they do all day!” Luke reasoned. “It’s so boring at the studio, maybe they know of some fun things to do.”

“Why don’t we just ask them then?”

“Because then we’d have to find something else to do!”

“We could just do what they- y’know what? Never mind.” Jordan gave up. “Just, don’t get us caught okay. I actually like Alex and I’d rather he didn’t think I was a weirdo.”

They followed the two around Hollywood for a long time- much longer than Jordan had anticipated Luke’s attention to last. However, Alex and Willie didn’t ever really do anything. They just walked around Hollywood and talked, which would’ve been quite boring to observe if their objective hadn’t changed very early on in their endeavor. Luke and Jordan had instead become Alex and Willie fangirls, cooing over every small gesture of affection shared between the two ghosts.

“Oh my gosh they’re so adorable,” Luke whined, face scrunched up to portray his emotional pain at the sight.

Willie had just offered his board to Alex, placing his helmet onto the blond’s head and strapping him in carefully.

“Look look look,” Jordan whispered yelled excitedly, repeatedly smacking Luke’s chest with the back of her hand.

“Oh my gosh, I know!” Luke squealed, grabbing her hand and clutching it to his chest.

Alex had climbed onto the board but immediately lost his balance, prompting Willie to reach out to steady him, his hands falling on the ghost boy’s waist while Alex’s hands gripped his shoulders for support.

“If I wasn’t already dead their cuteness would kill me.” Luke deadpanned and Jordan laughed.

They followed from afar as Willie guided Alex along the sidewalk, coaxing the boy to let go of his shoulders. Once Alex seemed to have his balance, Willie let go of the blond’s waist.

“I’m doing it!” Alex cheered excitedly and Willie laughed.

However, the success was short-lived as at the first sign of a lifer Alex panicked, immediately losing his balance and flailing his arms around as he toiled from the skateboard. Luke and Jordan gasped but then let out sighs of relief followed by coos as Willie caught the boy before he could hit the ground.

“Call 9-1-1, there’s been a murder,” Jordan muttered jokingly as she watched Willie and Alex.

“What?” Luke asked, turning towards her in confusion and alarm.

“They killed me,” Jordan blinked at him slowly as she spelled it out. “With their cuteness.”

“Oh right,” Luke nodded before gushing, “They are so cute, aren’t they?”

Jordan nodded, watching him quizzically. It was nice to see him so happy about the ghost couple but it was an uncommon relationship between exes.

“You’re really happy for him, huh?” She asked curiously.

Luke nodded, the tone between them growing more serious as they stopped walking. “He’s my best friend, no matter our past I want the best for him.”

“That’s actually very sweet,” Jordan mused, before switching the tone and teasing, “I didn’t know you had it in you, Patterson.”

Luke’s jaw dropped and Jordan giggled at his expression of disbelief.

“Y’know, you’re a piece of work, Moss.” He shook his head but failed to hide his smile.

“C’mon, let’s go or we’ll lose them,” Jordan nudged his shoulder to get them moving before looking down the sidewalk. “Oh shit, where’d they go?”

“You lost them?” Luke gasped and Jordan’s eyes widened as she spun on the boy.

“I lost them? You’re just as responsible for this as I am!” She protested and Luke opened his mouth to make a retort when he was cut off by a voice behind them.

“Looking for us?”

Luke and Jordan swiveled around only to be face-to-face with the two ghosts they had been following.

“Oh shit.” Jordan cursed and Willie laughed.

“Can you stop stalking us now?” Alex pleaded, staring pointedly at Luke.

“We weren’t stalking you-“ Jordan tried to protest though she knew it was no use, they totally were stalking.

“Yeah! We were just bored!” Luke added as if that completely rationalized their actions.

Jordan forced a guilty smile, hoping that maybe her awkwardness would earn her sympathy from Alex.

“That’s not- okay,” Alex rolled his eyes but let it go. “You guys are idiots, go home.”

Jordan breathed a sigh of relief, smiling apologetically at the pair as she grabbed Luke’s arm, pulling him away.

“Yeah, good idea, sorry!” She called over her shoulder.

Luke elbowed her, sending her an eye roll before poofing them both back to the garage.

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jiejie-eonni-onee-sama · 4 years ago

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This fiction is dedicated to @sergeant-donny-donowitz. Thank you for your wonderful works and good luck with your exams! 👍👍👍

The fanart does not belong to me but to his righteous creator and so are the characters from Inglourious Basters who are the property of Quentin Tarantino.

TW: violence and swearing.

Also, English is not my first language, so don’t be too harsh on me!

Past hurts as a baseball bat...

Nantucket Island, autumn 1947.

After a long day of work, Hans Landa was eager to come back home. His job as an executive of the Nantucket Bank was exhausting. Oh, he did not complain: he had a comfortable house, a massive wage, a good job, and he was free.

Something he could not have afforded if he did not negotiate with the American general staff, that famous night of June 1944. In exchange for letting the Basterds taking down Hitler and his government.

The Basterds... Thinking of them made Hans wince with pain as he grazed his infamous scar. For two years, he had hidden under a wig this painful souvenir left by Lieutenant Raine.

Every night, he heard this low and threatening voice laced with the Tennessee accent :

“I'm gonna give you a little somethin' you can't take off.”

Then, this unbearable pain when he felt the knife carving his flesh until he was permanently cursed by his past. The Apache wanted to be sure he won’t get away so easily...

When he finally arrived home, the former SS sat on a chair and poured himself a glass of wine. This house seemed too big for him... but he did not complain about his loneliness for now. He even appreciated to be the only inhabitant of this place.

His glass in his hand, he got up and went to the living room when he took place in his armchair. He looked at the sunset with wonder: another day ended in his paradise when no one would ever hunt him down...

Suddenly, he heard a soft creaking that startled him. He asked:

“Who is there?”

No answer. Hans put his glass on the table and went to see where did come from the noise. But nobody was here. Reassured, the Nazi criminal took a book and started to read...

He was reading for an hour and a half when he perceived a sound. Not a sound, but a feminine voice who whispered:

“Hans. Did you miss me?”

He jumped from his seat, scared to death: he recognized this voice. It belonged to the actress Bridget Von Hammersmark. This bitch who dared betray her country... But it is impossible: she is dead in France, when he strangled her at the premiere...

But he was sure he heard her voice. It could not be anyone else... Suddenly, he heard another voice who soughed:

“Do not dare forget your victims... They might come back to haunt you...”

The other voice was masculine, with a slight German accent. Hans trembled with fear: he was sure he heard the voice of Wilhelm Wicki. One of the Basterds who died during the standoff in this tavern. Where was it, already? Oh, yes: it was in the small village of Nadine... May he was hallucinating?

“Landa, did you think you could escape us?”

For sure, Landa thought he became crazy : he heard another voice from a deceased Basterd. This time, it belonged to Hugo Stiglitz, the one who murdered 13 S.S. officers. He died... Well, he was supposed to be dead with Wicki and Hicox in France...

“Looks like you’ve missed your chance, Colonel.”

Speak of the British spy, his voice ringed into Hans’ears. He grabbed his hair as he tried to convince himself that he is hallucinating. It was the only rational explanation...

As he tried to reason himself, Hans nearly lost his mind when he saw Bridget Von Hammersmark, Archie Hicox, Whihelm Wicki, and Hugo Stiglitz appearing in front of him. Their eyes shot deadly glares and their smiles were... predatory.

“It’s been a long time, Herr Colonel.”

Hans turned around and felt a pang of fear clutching his guts as he saw Smithson Utivich appearing next to him. The “Little man” smirked at him in a devilish way he never expects.

“Do you see that, guys? The terrifying colonel Hans Landa is shitting in his pants!”

Landa watched with horror as Hirschberg made his entrance in his living room. One of the youngest Basterds had a wicked smirk on his face that would scare anyone who would cross his path.

“Looks like you’ve seen a ghost!”

Near Hirschberg was Omar Ulmer, the soldier who slaughtered so many high-ranked officers during the premiere. The slight burns on his face proved that he survived his encounter with the Grim Reaper...

“So, Jew Hunter, how does it feel to be trapped? Scary, ain’t cha?”

And as he expected, Aldo Raine appeared in his uniform, an arrogant smile on his lips and his knife at his belt.

“Did ya think we’ll forget? How stupid of you! Remember the last time we met, I gave you a little somethin’...”

Stuttering, Hans tried to negotiate:

“L... Listen: you can’t kill me. I made a deal with your general and I was amnestied!”

“Yeah, right. But, as you can guess, a Basterd’s work is never done. And we want to finish the job once for all!”

The other Basterds approved, with enthusiasm. Hans wanted to cry for help, but he quickly realized that no one would hear him. No one would rescue him tonight.

Resigned, he shrugged and asked:

“So, what do we do, now? If you want to kill me, I beg you to do it quickly!”

Aldo retorted with despise:

“Don’t cha dare thinking we would grant that wish? Oh no: for you, we saved a special treatment. A long and painful one...”

The Apache smirked and added:

“You pretend to be one of the best investigators of Europe, but I’mma pretty sure you did not notice someone is missing. Don’t worry, he’s coming for you...”

At the same time, Hans heard this infamous sound: a baseball bat slamming on the floor as if it was a countdown before his impending death.

And under the applause of his fellow comrades, Donny Donowitz made his entrance, his bat firmly held. At his moment, Landa believed the “Bear Jew” was, in fact, a Golem sent by his victims to avenge them.

“Ready, Landa?”

The Bostonian accent sounded so scary from Donny’s voice that the Nazi was unable to speak.

“Ya know what? I don’t care... You’re on decks!”

And just before the bat collided with his face, Hans Landa thought that, no matter how hard he would try to erase the past and escape to the justice, the Basterds would have the last laugh on him. And tonight, they will dance on his grave...

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gaamagirl565 · 4 years ago

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Matters of the Heart S3 ep 4

Matters of the heart Season 3 episode 4 The starlit cave

{OPENING CREDITS} {Open to the sun rising over the forest as very few people walk around camp in the early hours of the morning; Varian is discussing a map with Eugene; Rapunzel is helping gather water; Hector is chopping wood with his son; pan to a tent where Isaiah lay sleeping} Isaiah: ….dad stop...turning the apples...into...oranges… {Cut to something zooming in closer on the tent; cut back to Isaiah sleeping peacefully; it zooms in closer on the tent until it crash lands into it causing the tent to collapse making Isaiah scream and fumble out} Isaiah: AH! Wh-what the!? {Hamuel pokes his head out from the collapsed tent} Isaiah: UGHH! Hamuel! This better be good! {He grabs Hamuel and unties the message on his leg} Isaiah: I swear if this whole time you just did a big circle and this is the message I wrote I’m go-... {He reads the note and slowly a smile forms on his face; he grabs hamuel and runs off towards his dad; Cut to Varan talking to Eugene} Varian: we scouted the whole area for healing herbs and I tried so many concoctions but I don't think we're going to be able to cure this. Eugene: we have to try something they're on the brink of d- Isaiah: DAD! {Varian turns to see Isaiah running for them before he trips and falls in the mud} Eugene: *snerk*...Like father like son. {Varian groans and takes out a blue orb} Isaiah: Huh? Dad...Dad no! No NO N-! {Varian tosses the orb and it explodes into a cloud of suds; as the bubbles slide away it leaves behind a clean but soaked through Isaiah} Isaiah:....really? Varian: Did you really want to walk around with mud on you all day? Isaiah: that's not important, look at this! {He hands over the note and Varian looks it over} Varian: captain of the SS Salvador? Eugene: it sounds familiar. it's a trade ship I think. Passed through Corona a couple times. Varian: Eugene listen to this he's offering us aid! it says he has supplies and Manpower! Eugene: probably not enough to take back Corona but hey it's a start! how do you know these people? Isaiah: Captain Adrian Saved my life when I fell off the cliffs. While I was on his ship I did some work to repay the favor. he said if I ever needed his help again just ask. I thought this situation was a good enough reason to ask for help. Eugene: it says he's in the harbor he's using the cliffs to hide his ship from view. Varian: I guess we're going on foot then... well as soon as Isaiah changes into some dry clothes. {Isaiah slings mud at him} Varian: EYY! Isaiah: and as soon as you change your vest. {Isaiah runs off with Varian chasing him; Cut to the shore as Rapunzel, Eugene, lance, and Varian peer out from the cliffside at the ship wading in the waters;on shore a crew is taking inventory of supplies} Eugene: Looks like a crew of about 15 people… Lance: So what's the plan? Rapunzel: well we need to make sure nobody's watching us first so maybe we should set up a scout around the perimeter and then- {Isaiah runs past them and down the shore} Isaiah: CAPTAIN ADRIAN! Rapunzel: O-or we could do that! Captain: Isaiah! There he is! {Isaiah jumps into his arms and they both fall over causing the captains powdered wg to fall off} Captain: look how strong you've gotten! and I see you found your way back just as I thought you would. {The group walks over to meet the captain and crew} Isaiah: Captain Adrian this is my dad the one I told you about. Varian: it's a pleasure to meet you and I thank you so much for saving my son's life. Captain: the pleasure was all mine. you've raised a fine young man. and you must be the king and queen of Corona. Rapunzel: you guessed it! Captain: I promise you my crew and I will do all that we can to help aid you. I'm not really supposed to be doing this but I think the situation calls for it. are cargo that were supposed to be trading should be more than enough supplies to last us for months. Eugene: isn't giving away cargo you’re paid to deliver illegal in any way? Captain: only if people find out. besides I'm pretty sure Corona can put it to better use. Lance: Those are a lot of crates and boxes. Captain: indeed! we have food, tools, clothing- Varian: medicine? Captain:.... are people injured? Eugene: we have many sick. Captain: then we best not waste any time. Rapunzel: we brought horses and wagons to carry the supplies. I suppose the sooner the better! Captain: Men! help load up the cargo! crew: aye sir! {Isaiah hugs the captain} Isaiah: thank you so much captain… Captain: as I said before the pleasure is all mine. {Cut to Noremoth laying in a cot groaning in pain; a rag is placed on his forehead; pan up to reveal Catalina} Keira: how's he doing? Cataliana: not good… Keira: you okay? Catalina: When Sterling was born... I said we could start over. I was still mad at him but he really did seem like he was sorry. and now that Isaiah is actually alive... not only that he risked his life to save them. I just... feel like a jerk. {Keira walks over and hugs her} Keira: don't. you were mad and you had every right to be mad. the fact that everything turned out okay is a good thing. Catalina: it didn't turn out good for him. Keira: look no matter what happens it's going to be okay. {Everyone walks into camp pulling the supplies along in two wagons} Captain: will look at this... quite the little community. Varian: the best we got so fa- {A villager runs up} Villager: Your Majesty! Eugene: Whats wrong? Rapunzel: What happened? {The Villager looks up at them grimley; Rapunzel’s eyes dilate in fear} Rapunzel: no… { Rapunzel runs off in the direction of the sick bay} Eugene: Sunshine wait! {Eugene goes after her and everyone follows; once they reach Sick Bay everyone notices a woman crying over a man laying still in a cot; Rapunzel takes a minute to look over the man before giving the woman a tight hug} Eugene: oh no… {Eugene walks over and joins in comforting the widow} Isaiah: dad?... is he…? Varian: yeah... I think he is. {The physician covers the man with a sheet} Varian: euggh...I'm... I'm going to go find your stepmother and brother. don't go far okay? Isaiah: o-okay… {Varian walks off and Lily steps forward} Lily: Isaiah... are you okay? Isaiah: what's going to happen to Nathaniel? Benny: ‘Saiah? {Isaiah runs into sick bay and over to Nathaniel’s cot; The others follow; Nathaniel's breathing is shallow and he's utterly pale; Isaiah takes his hand and kneels next to him} Isaiah: hey man... that's okay you don't have to talk. just listen okay? it's going to be okay. I'm not going to let you end up like that. I promise that. { Willy walks forward and kneels next to Isaiah; she holds his hand} Lily: Isaiah... you can't promise that. Isaiah: I can and I am! {Lily jumps} Isaiah: I can't lose anyone else. not again. { the hear someone walk up behind them and they all turn around to see the captain and one other sailor} Captain: I've never seen an illness like this before. Isaiah: we don't know what it is. we don't even know how to cure it. Captain: I'm sorry. I've lost many fine sailors to illness. Some of them my best friends. if it's any consolation I know your pain. Isaiah: I just wish there was some way I could... do something. Sailor: what about the Star Stones? Captain: oh do shut up… Isaiah: Star Stones? Captain: old sailors tale, there's a type of stone thats said it to Glow like stars. supposedly if you crush the stones into a powder they make a valuable medicine. However… Sailor: there's a reason they're so valuable! these stones normally form in damp environments such as behind a waterfall making it very perilous to try and grab one! Captain: which is why it pays not to give the boy false hope… Sailor: sorry sir… {Isaiah looks back at Nathaniel; he then looks at Lily and Benny all of them seeming to have an understanding; Fade to later at night; Isaiah walks to the edge of camp meeting up with Lily and Benny} Isaiah: okay everyone ready? Lily: should we really be doing this? Isaiah: do you want Nathaniel to die!? Lily: no of course not! but the last time we tried to go off on our own we almost got killed. Benny: yeah but this time you have me. and I'm kind of an expert on not dying. unlike someone here. Isaiah: sometimes you really push boundaries you know that? Juniper: and where are you squirts going? {Isaiah jumps around clasping his hands over his mouth to muffle his scream} Isaiah: don't do that! Juniper: I'll ask again, where are you going? Benny: to get Star Stones! Isaiah: Benny! ugh...how’d you even know we were out here? {Akina peeks out from behind her} Lily: Akina? Akina: I saw you guys heading towards the edge of camp and I got nervous! Juniper: you want to get Star Stones? okay I'm going to put it out there right now yes those things exist but at the same time they are next to impossible to obtain. even a grown man would have trouble grabbing just one of those things. Isaiah: people are going to die unless they get some proper medicine! my dad can make that medicine out of these stones. if there's a chance we have to try it! {Juniper groans and looks back at the camp before turning back to the kids} Juniper: fine. but I'm coming with you. Isaiah: what!? Why!? Juniper: no offense kid but you couldn't tell an onyx from a diamond. secondly I know forests. thirdly I know where we would be able to actually find these stones. Akina: she does seem to know more about it than we do. Isaiah: We? now you're joining us? am I just a leader of a tribe now!? {Juniper glares at him} Isaiah: fine. you can come with us only because you know where these things are. Juniper: ‘Kay! { she snatches the map from his hands and starts leading the way} Juniper: C’mon kids follow the leader. Isaiah: I really don't like her. Lily: *snickers* {cut to the forest as their walking through it} Isaiah: Do you have any idea where we're going? Juniper: I know where to find Star Stones I just have to look on the map for where they might be forming. isaiah: excuse me... might? Juniper: they tend to form in very dangerous environments. normally behind a waterfall. Akina: there's a waterfall not too far from here! Juniper: then I guess it's the first place we're looking. come on slow pokes and try not to touch anything. I'm not going to get blamed if one of you catches poison oak. Lily: …. Hey um..Isaiah? Isaiah: yeah? Lily: no that were kind of alone you know with everyone ahead of us... was wondering if we could talk? Isaiah: oh um...okay. Lily: I've been meaning to ask... how are you really? Isaiah: honestly... not good. people keep telling me I'm only a kid and that I should remember that. but I feel like I haven't been a kid for a very long time. Lily: what do you mean? Isaiah: look at all that I've seen. what I've been forced to deal with. and now my friend might be dying? how can I be expected to stay a kid after dealing with all of this? {Lily takes his hand} Lily: I don't know. But you want to know what I do know. Isaiah: what? Lily: I know for a fact that I'm looking at a boy that's gone through hell and back and still come out smiling. if that isn't strength I don't know what is. you're the strongest of all of us. Just one of the many things I love about you. {Isaiah smiles softly and kisses her cheek making her giggle} Juniper: are you two done? We’re almost at the.... Isaiah: Well continue what you were saying? Juniper: Shut it! Isaiah:...im gonna kill her... {He moves forward with his dagger before hearing a large growl; All of them turn to see a large scarred up bear} Isaiah:...You know what, I'll let him Kill her. {The bear roars and charges at them; They all run following Juniper whom has taken out a sling shot and started firing sharp rocks at the bear} Juniper: GO! Up the stone wall! Climb! {They all start climbing the stone surface; Lily slips } Lily: AHH! Isaiah: LILY! {He grabs her hand and pulls her up to him} Isaiah: Hold onto me, okay? Lily: O-okay. {Juniper reaches the top first and helps Benny and Akina up} Juniper: Where are Isaiah and Lily? {They all look down and see Lily on Isaiah’s back as he climbs} Juniper: C’mon guys! Only a little further! Akina: You cando it! Benny: Get a move on stinky! Isaiah: Shaddup! {once they reach close to the top Juniper leans down and pulls them both up} Juniper: There we go! You guys okay? Lily: Y-yeah I think so.. {Isaiah looks down at his scrapped up and cut hands} Isaiah: augh… Juniper: c’mere… {She takes his hands and looks them; she reaches into her hip pouch and pulls out some cloth and wraps his hands} Juniper: When we get back to Camp you'll need some salve. other than that you should be okay. Akina: Guys look! {She points to the waterfall cascading over the side of the rock wall; they all get up and walk behind the waterfall to find it’s covering a cave} Isaiah: Ladies first? No? Juniper: I’m no lady… {She kicks him into the cave; They walk down into the cave and come across a tunnel of glittering stones} Isaiah:....We found it… Benny: Woohoo! Look at em all! They really are like stars! Juniper: We better collect as much as we can, we don’t know how much the alchemist will need. {They start collecting as much as they need and put the stones in pouches; Isaiah looks over and stares at Lily in the glow of the stones; he grins but his smile disappears when they hear the sounds of the bear outside} Juniper: Crap...Everyone hide! {As everyone hides Juniper takes out her dagger; The bear walks in and notices her; it roars and charges her; she jumps on it and they fight their way outside} Akina: Juniper! {They all run outside to see Juniper holding her bleeding arm as the bear backs her into a corner; Benny picks up some rocks and throws them at the bear; The bear turns around} Benny: Come on! We gotta help! {They all pick up rocks and start throwing them; the bear backs further away with every throw} Isaiah: We can drive it off the cliff! Keep tossing rocks! {Isaiah grabs a handful and move forward; making the bear back over to the ledge; He throws one more rock and the force makes the bear slip off the ledge; it bites and pulls Isaiah’s cloak as its going down} Isaiah: AHHH! {Juniper lunges and grabs Isaiah as the cloak rips send the bear tumbling over} Lily: Are you okay!? {She runs into his arms} Isaiah: I’m okay lily.. {Juniper reaches into her pouch and pulls out some star stones} Juniper: Better get these back to your dad.. Isaiah: good point..But um..I’m leading the way this time. Juniper: Over my dead body! Isaiah: The bear is right down there that can be arranged! {cut to the camp at the dark early hours of morning; Isaiah and therest of the group runs into camp} Isaiah: DAD! Lily: Uncle Varian! Benny: Daddy! {Varian comes stumbling out of his tent half asleep holding his alchemy belt} Varian:uh da..wh-what happen? Isaiah: We have Star stones! We can make a cure from this! Varian: Y-your sure? Isaiah: Yeah! 100%! {Varian hugs Isaiah} Varian: That’s my boy!! {Start montage of Varian making cures and administering them to the sick; the purple spots fade from them and they start waking up} Nathaniel: hmm?...w-what’s going on? All 4: Nathaniel! {All 4 jump onto his cot to hug him knocking the bed over in the process} Nathaniel: AH!... {Cut to Varian opening a vial of the Medicine by Noremoth; Catalina looks on in worry} Lance: It’s gonna be okay… {Varian pours the Medicine into his mouth} Varian: now we wait… {Pan over to a candle and show the hours passing with it melting; pan to Noremoth finally waking up} Noremoth: mnn...owww my stomach… did I eat bad sausage again? Catalina: NOREMOTH! {She hugs him and he looks surprised for a moment before hugging back; lily peaks and smiles} Isaiah:Hey uh..Lily? Lily: eep! Isaiah you startled me! Isaiah: S-sorry! But um..I made you something. Lily: Really? {Isaiah holds out a star stone necklace} Lily: Oh Isaiah… Isaiah: I know it's not perfect... But... my dad gave my mom a necklace like that. and I guess it meant a lot to her because I never saw her take it off. I didn't even know Dad made it for the longest time. but if it made her that happy... I want to make you that happy. so... I made you one. {Lily puts on the necklace and tears up} Isaiah: Lily? You oka-! {She jumps into a hug and kisses him; He smiles through it before they pull away} Lily: best present ever… {END CREDITS}

#tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel’s tangled adventure #Isaiah #TTS #RTA #tts oc #rta oc #Varian #Varan x oc #fan fic

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ahsien-saffari1-blog · 5 years ago

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Love’s not Rocket Science

Prompt/Inspiration: The idea of Logan trying to ask Patton out using the advice he gave Thomas in the video ‘Alone on Valentine’s day’, “Do you like food?”

Genre: Fluff (I think that’s what it would be considered under)

Pairing(s): Romantic Logicality, (Hinted) Prinxiety

Word Count: 2448

Warnings: None that I can think off? There’s like one curse word in it? Remus is mentioned in passing.

A/N: This is my first time writing a SS short and I hope you enjoy!

You are Here | First Chapter (Logicality)

Second Chapter Pt1 (Prinxiety)

Second Chapter Pt2 (Prinxiety)

“Just go over to him and ask him out, it’s not rocket science Logan.” Roman said over the Skype call as he admired his freshly painted nails, not really paying much attention to Logan.

Though in all honestly Roman was somewhat enjoying this, after all, this was one of the few times he'd ever seen Logan lose his 'robot nerd composure' as he liked to call it. It proved that he was in fact, still a human with emotions.

"Patton's really nice and you know that, so it’s not like he’s going to suddenly hate you or anything. I mean, to my knowledge he has yet to hate anyone he has hung out with.”

Logan paused in his pacing and looked over at Roman, appearing very exacerbated.

“I can do rocket science, Roman!” He exclaimed, running his hands through his hair. “Rocket science is easy! Love however is an unsolvable enigma that the best approach to is impossible to deduce!” Romans eyes widened in surprise at Logan’s obvious panic.

“And how can you know that for sure?! Do you have data and examples you can provide me as proof? Maybe I’ll be the first exception!” Roman raised his hands up in surrender and in a display of shushing.

“Woah, calm down there Nerd." Logan glared at Roman through the camera.

“Okay, okay, fine,” Roman said, sitting up straighter and giving Logan more of his attention, “How about you just stop overthinking this all and do whatever you think will work best. Because firstly, Patton meeting my brother would probably be the first exception."

Logan couldn't really deny that fact based on what he'd heard and seen about Roman's brother.

"Secondly, you’ve shot down all of the ideas I’ve offered you. So how about you just introduce yourself, ask about a common interest you two have, and then ask him out for dinner or something.”

“That’s because the majority of your ideas are illogical and impractical! Patton is not a damsel in distress and there are no villains or ‘dragons’ in real life that I could save him from. I refuse to just run up to him and quote in quote 'sweep him off his feet'. And-”

Logan’s rant was cut short by the sound of sudden loud shouting outside of Romans room - said Prince having swiveled his chair around to look towards his door. Logan was only able to catch a bit of what was being said, or more precisely, screamed.

“REMUS PRINCE YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE LEFT FOR BOARDING SCHOOL TODAY WHAT THE HELL-” Roman’s expression had gone a bit pale as well as frustrated, teeth grit as he looked back over to Logan.

“Look I’m gonna have to cut this short, but I better see you talking to Patton tomorrow or-”

“ROMAN GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW YOU WERE MEANT TO BE HIS TRANSPORTATION AND-!” Logan saw the panic flashing over Romans face before the call was disconnected and Logan was left standing in front of his computer, all alone with his own thoughts and panic over how he was going to deal with his predicament.

Logan let out a dull sigh as he entered the school, his normal, cool and cold composure back. The only difference in this morning was the fact that he had arrived later than usual to school and because of this, Roman had managed to beat him to his locker - which was directly next to Logan’s.

Roman looked over at Logan and flashed his usually charming grin causing Logan to roll his eyes.

“Greetings Roman.” Logan opened his locker - making sure to hide his locker combination from Roman’s sight.

“What’s with the late arrival, Nerd?” When Logan didn’t answer immediately Roman looked over at him and pressed further at the sight of how tired he looked.

“Woah there, were you up all night stressing about asking him out?!" There was clear disbelief in his tone, "I mean, did you even get any sleep last night?”

Logan looked over at him with an irritated but dull expression.

“You are well aware of my current situation and difficulty with," He grimaced momentarily as he got out the next word, "Emotions, Roman.”

He began switching out his notebooks, “And no, I only got a total of three hours and seventeen minutes of sleep.”

Roman frowned at this before her flashed his signature smile again and slapped Logan on the back causing Logan to have to grab onto the edge of his locker to remain upright.

“Well besides all that, you’re still going to ask him out today, right?” Logan shot him an annoyed look, wondering what he had been thinking when he had shared the fact that he had had a crush on Patton with this drama queen, and sighed, doing his best to appear unaffected.

“I am unsure.” He swapped out his history textbook for his AP Calculus one.

Roman crossed his arms, and gave Logan a hard stare. Logan chose to ignore Roman’s stare and closed his locker before picking up his backpack and zipping it up.

“If you don’t ask him out today I’m going to go tell him myself.” Roman suddenly said causing Logan to drop his backpack and freeze.

“Roman, I forbid you from-”

“The only way you can stop me is by telling him yourself and asking him to be your valentine.” Roman said with a smirk, crossing his arms.

Logan pursed his lips, looking like he wanted to strangle Roman then and there before he sighed - seemingly deflating - and bent down to pick up his bag.

“Fine, I’ll do so when an opportune moment arises.” He slipped his bag over his shoulders before adjusting his glasses, “Is that satisfactory enough for you?”

Roman looked about to contradict him before he seemed to spot something behind Logan and instead grinned and said, “Yes, that sounds perfect.”

Logan’s brow raised slightly at Roman’s sudden agreement, but he brushed it off.

“Good.” Logan stepped away from the lockers and turned in the direction of his first class - the direction Roman had been looking.

“Than I shall be-” He cut himself off when he finally realized why Roman had suddenly grinned and conceded.

Patton had just turned the corner and was coming their way, chatting adamantly about something - and waving his hands about a ton - to Virgil who had a small, but exhausted smile on his face as well as a cup of coffee in one hand.

"Seems like your 'opportune moment' has just presented itself bookworm." Logan looked over his shoulder at Roman and shot him a glare, Roman just flashed him a s**t eating grin.

Logan cleared his throat and said quietly, his monotone tone having returned, "He is clearly in the middle of a conversation, it would be rude to-"

"Either go over to him now or I'll shout at him to come here." If looks could kill Roman would have been dead at that moment. But of course, looks could not kill in this reality, so Logan opened his mouth again to retort.

However before he could, a loud sigh left Roman and he suddenly sprinted over to Patton and Virgil - making it look like Roman was going to them with a very important matter -, and put Logan's mind into a state of blank-minded panic.

He took in a slightly shaky breath, indirectly watching the three of them, waiting with a new sort of dread in his stomach for Patton to look over at him due to whatever foolishness Roman was surely spouting.

But instead of that happening, much to Logan’s surprise, the interaction ended with Roman walking away with - a very reluctant looking - Virgil, who was grumbling as Roman acted extremely, extra.

"Well I'm sorry Panic at the Everywhere, it's not my fault that someone stole my black eyeliner, and that I assumed you would have some on you based upon the level of shade under your eyes." Logan heard a bit of Roman’s ranting as they passed him and blinked in surprise when Roman shot him a wink and made a shoulder motion back towards Patton.

He stood their dumbfounded for a moment before he shook his head and taking a deep breath, looked back over in the direction of Patton who was now opening his locker across the hall.

Logan, his posture stiff as a board, headed over to him and stopped precisely half a locker away from Patton before clearing his throat. Patton turned in his direction before letting out a small, adorable, squeak - Logan assumed in surprise -, cheeks reddening slightly as he smiled brightly at him.

"Why hello there Logan! Uh, how are you doing today?" Logan did his best to return Patton's smile, though it was a very professional and slightly uncomfortable one. He wasn't too surprised that Patton knew his name since he seemed to know everyone and Logan had tutored Patton for a while in the previous semester.

"Hello Patton," Patton seemed to brighten at this, "I'm, uh, doing well." He cleared his throat again.

"You remembered my name!" Patton said, smile bigger than before.

"Yes, of course I would," Logan froze for a second, realizing his admittance, before quickly adding, "I tutored you in Physics last semester after all." Patton's smile seemed to fall slightly when he added that before Patton laughed, lightly smacking his forehead.

"Duh, silly me." Logan did his best to smile again in return. He fidgeted a bit before finally bringing his hands to rest clasped behind him.

'Natural. Common interest. Request. Dinner.' He repeated in his head.

"Do you like food?" Logan suddenly said, tone more robotic than previously.

Patton paused - having been taking a brightly colored notebook out of his locker - and looked at him a bit confused.

"Um, I guess?" Patton smiled, a bit unsure, adding on by saying, "Cookies are my favorite food.”

Logan chose to forgo the fact - for now - that Patton’s favorite food was a very unhealthy choice, but rather than finding a more natural bridge between that and his next question, such as stating his own favorite food, he jumped straight to his next point.

“Do you like romantic outings?” Logan asked, internally dealing with mild panic as he spoke, though his way of dealing with this was pretty much externally shut down - more than usual at least - outwardly.

Patton opened his mouth slightly, but didn’t seem to be able to say anything at first as he looked at Logan in complete puzzlement - which didn’t help Logan in the slightest.

“Well, I, uh,” Patton stammered a bit before he laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, “Yah, I suppose I do? But why-”

Patton was cut off by Logan somewhat frantically, but still robotically blurting out, “I can provide both of those things, so therefore would you be my date?”

Logan actually closed his eyes as he got the last part out, internally dying. After he’d yet to get a response though, he slowly opened his eyes, expecting Patton to either look disgusted or apologetic.

Instead, he found a slow grin growing on Patton’s face - whose cheeks were quite red, though based on the heat he felt on his own cheeks Logan assumed his were slightly red himself. Patton, now bouncing a bit on his feet, laughed - a sound that Logan had come to rather like now rather than find annoying - and nodded.

“I’d love to be your valentine date, Logan.” He said brightly, “What time were you thinking?”

Logan, who had apparently managed to fail to think this far ahead, didn’t immediately answer, his brain still reeling. He was still trying to catch up to the fact that Patton had actually said yes and that he needed to now form a coherent response in return.

Patton seemed to catch onto this and spoke up again, wanting to help him out.

“How about, uh, 5:30?” Patton paused again before adding on with, “At that coffee shop with the sandwiches that’s a block away from the school?”

Logan blinked at this, but after a second, cleared his throat and re-composed himself before giving a shaky nod.

“Yes, that sounds like an optimal time and place.” Patton just smiled at this and Logan adjusted his glasses.

“Okay then!” Patton said as he finished putting his notebook into his bag before zipping it up and slinging it over one shoulder “It’s a date!”

“Yes, good.” Logan repeated again, before he noticed that quite a lot of other students had begun heading through the halls rather quickly, indicating classes were to start soon, “I will leave you to get to your classes now.”

With that Logan quickly turned away from Patton before realizing his class was in the other direction, and turning back around to walk past Patton.

--- Extra Little Bit ---

Virgil’s hoodie was practically completely hiding his face at this point as he and Roman ducked back around the corner before Logan could see them.

“That was one of the most painful interactions I’ve ever seen.” He muttered in a low voice, pulling even tighter on his hoodie strings so that his hood scrunched around his face.

“He didn’t even use any of my advice!” Roman exclaimed quietly.

“Yah, well I bet all your advice was stupid.” Virgil muttered earning an offended scoff from Roman. “But I guess at least it worked out.”

“True, though I still think it would have gone better if he’d actually attempted to express any emotion. There was no drama or intensity in his confession!” Virgil groaned at this as he finally pushed his hood up out of his face.

“There was literally a million ways that that could have gone smoother for him, Roman. And I doubt any of your ideas are within those possibilities.” Virgil took a sip of his coffee and sighed as he looked at it, “It’s a good thing Patton already liked him.”

Roman huffed before switching subjects and saying with crossed arms, “I still need to borrow your eyeliner by the way.” Virgil looked at him like he was crazy and turned so that his satchel was out of Roman’s reach.

“The day I let you use my makeup Princey will either be the day that I find true love or the day that Patton actually convinces me that I’m going to heaven instead of hell.” Virgil gave Roman a pointed look, taking another sip of his coffee - still looking completely exhausted and dead inside - and added with a smirk, “And that’s never going to happen.”

#sanders sides fanfic #logicality #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #ts logan #ts patton #ts roman #ts virgil #prinxiety #remus sanders #ts remus #fanfic #fan fiction #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction

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soundofseventeen · 5 years ago

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Just Out of Reach (Lee Jihoon)

After major writer’s block, I have returned with the next installment of SS. I’m also juggling many projects so you shall see what I have next! Also our account turned one year yesterday so thanks to everyone who’s been with us!! i own nothing!!! -Bee

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He may have been neither been prim nor proper, but no one could say that Jihoon wasn’t punctual. All he needed was a time and place, and it was a guarantee he’d show up almost an hour beforehand. (Though, he could easily blame the anxiety wired part of his brain for that.) While handy, it often became an inconvenience when something was either cancelled or postponed. In light of recent events, however, he’d been showing on the dot or a even a minute or two late. (He knew the timer meant a life changing event; why else would he have it?) The calculator in his peripheral vision blinked a couple times in hopes of getting is attention then turned off. It’s not like he noticed it anyways. His neglected math assignment, along with other stray sheets of paper, had fallen to the floor when someone (Chan) opened the door and a gust of wind blew in. He sighed, falling to his knees and picked them up slowly, unsure where his mind had gone. The younger boy had already beat him to picking everything up, but by the time he registered it, Wonwoo had also shown up at his usual spot at the table and took out his own assignments wordlessly.

“Long day?” He asked the older boy, thanking Seungcheol for their coffees.

He huffed, ranting about how his physics professor had misplaced his midterms for the third time this month, calling out their bullshit and scalding his tongue from the caffeine. “Alright, maybe I deserved that,” he relented. “How was your weekend?”

“Not any more exciting than yours.” He didn’t mention how his plan ended up with him missing a bus by a few seconds all because he had tripped over his laces and how he now wore slip ons. The timer on his wrist slowly ticked down for whatever was meant to happen. Though math was never his strong suit and since discovering how to convert the number of days into hours and minutes, he learned very quickly, and becoming something of a math genius. “And how is that whole tattoo removal thing going for you?”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes at the question, clearly not wanting that attention on him. “When I find someone who’s willing to remove this thing, I’ll let you know.” With that, he took another sip, ending the discussion. Instead, he waved at the boss from the flower shop next door and Seungkwan who walked next to her, pinkies linked and giggling at whatever they were talking about.

“You know, one day you might actually find your soulmates if you stepped foot anywhere else but here,” Jeonghan’s many greats grandmother scolded them. “They’re not coming in here anytime soon.”

Jihoon opted to humor her, a wry smile appearing on his face. “And where do you think we should go Auntie?”

“Explore my dear boy! Nothing good ever comes from staying in one place. Where is that- Jeonghan let’s move! That boy I swear.”

With your gloved hand, you waved excitedly at Soonyoung who was more focused on riding out the wave but once he caught sight of you, lost his concentration (and balance), thus falling off his surfboard and let the ocean swallow him whole and spitting him out onshore a few seconds later.

“Y/N!” He greeted happily, forgetting he was soaked to the bone and grabbing you for a bear hug. “What brings you here for a visit?”

“Uh, you texted me and asked if I was free?” You began wringing your shirt.

“ Yah! That was two hours ago! How do you know I didn’t have to go to Teipei or Osaka after you ignored me?”

You smiled at him. “You are Kwon Soonyoung, rescuer of all sea animals. You wouldn’t dare leave your reserve unless it’s absolutely necessary. Now, you know I’ve missed you and all, but you owe me a dry set of clothes and some water.”

About half an hour later, you were having lunch at a conspicuous fast food restaurant, indulging on some fries while he filled you in on his latest adventures ranging from an investment that’ll increase shark population by 15% to actually swimming with the sharks in Australia. The way he spoke so animatedly and so passionately about the wildlife often made you wonder if you were making a difference in what you did. You may have both been heirs, but the foundation he was working on was his pride and joy, something he built on his own whereas Universe Factory was technically passed down to you, sans the name.

His cold hand touching your gloved wrist brought you back to the moment, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. “What?”

“Have you figured this thing out yet?”

“Not yet. I know it was at seven seconds like not too long ago.” You removed the glove and let him see the newest numbers. Soonyoung was one of the few people you trusted, not because he was one of your only friends (but that was a factor, why would you lie?) but also because curious as he was, he didn’t try to throw you on a plane to see the best scientists in the country and explain this. “What are you thinking?”

He shook his head. “I’m just-how does this work? Does it like malfunction when you get it wet or what? Or is it timing you for something?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I’ve showered a million times and it doesn’t do anything.” You sighed. “I’m sure it’s a timer though. Why else would it count down.”

“I don’t wanna freak you out but what if it’s telling you how long you have until you-”

“What? Die?” It was your turn to shake your head. “I’ve thought about it, but it doesn’t seem likely. Remember the train tracks?”

“Which you swore we would never speak of again and look what you’re doing now.” He rubbed his arm. “I just got chills, look.” (You’d been taking pictures on the tracks when the whistle starting blowing and when you started racing to get off, one of your feet got stuck between the rails and while you weren’t sure how it happened, Soonyoung managed to pull you just before it passed. The funny thing was that that incident didn’t alter the countdown.) “Maybe it’s only a matter of time until you lose your sanity,” he joked.

“I wouldn’t doubt it.” You ate in silence for a few minutes before your curiosity got the best of you. “Have you heard anything for Jun?” (One of the perks in being considered part of the elite was being in on things, but your own informant had nothing to give you on your royal friend.

“Personally, no, but one of my sources say he’s okay at the moment. Currently somewhere in Tokyo. You worried?”

“It’d be nice to hear from him directly.”

“Y/N, he’s fleeing an arranged marriage from someone who doesn’t wanna better the country. That’s better than him suffering. Now, no more depressing thoughts. Tell me more about your art museum. I know you have more ideas for the place. And if not, let me tell you about this really neat retreat we’re having soon.”

Saturday afternoon, he found Wonwoo, Hansol and his “soulmate” waiting for him at Adequate Eternity. They’d planned a small get together before heading to Universe Factory but they had time to kill so they went inside. One thought that didn’t escape his mind was whether it’d be more bearable to endure the heat the couple in front of them radiated if they weren’t touching or to deal with them constantly touching. He wasn’t bitter or anything; he just didn’t need the reminder that maybe, just maybe soulmates could be real. Or that the single life sucked. A lot. He needed a job or something that distracted him from that. But if someone could call him back, that’d be great. He snuck a peek at Wonwoo who was glaring at his arm and almost laughed. He had forgiven his best friend, despite the words that had nearly wrecked their friendship. It was, like many things, out of Wonwoo’s control. Now, whoever spoiled it for him, is another story.

“Hi guys!” Seungkwan called out to them and walked over, holding his own soulmate’s hand, and reminding Jihoon that being single was nothing short of torture. Granted, he wasn’t the lovey dovey type, but it was still nice to have someone next to him. Someone that wasn’t Wonwoo. “Busy day?”

Vernon shook his head. “Just heading out in a bit to the museum. This one-” glancing affectionately at his soulmate, “-said something about half price so why not. You guys?”

“Just taking a stroll. Hey, you guys wanna see something neat? Should we show them?” He proceeded to let go of his soulmate’s hand and walked away. “You see my ring, right?” He shook his hand a couple of times. “Now you don’t. And look who has it.” They spent a few minutes showing the table that the ring could never be lost and though there wasn’t a logical explanation for what Jihoon saw, he had to admit he was impressed, if not slightly disgusted at how cute it was.

After reluctantly saying goodbye to the happy couple, they made their way to Universe Factory. Hansol had momentarily left to buy the tickets, making them uncomfortable with the heat they radiated (said something about not wanting to make his soulmate’s roommate feel weird about it.) and it was only until after they entered the building that they held hands again and the temperature stablized.

Jihoon had only been here a handful of times prior to the reopening but he had to admit that he liked the renovations so far. He hadn’t personally met the boss, but he could tell art was definitely a passion. He knew that if he wanted to escape Wonwoo in the near (or distant!) future, this would be his getaway. However, he felt the place to be much too quiet. He could hear the whispers between the hipsters and the critiques tearing apart certain pieces and even he knew this place was more of a solstice to the lost souls, not some cocktail party and bidding on the highest pieces of some upcoming Pablo Picasso or any of the artist’s himself. He needed something to drown out the negativity. Something like, “A piano.”

“What?” Wonwoo turned his head curiously at the boy.”

“Nothing.” He shook his head. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud. But a piano would sound nice. Plug it in to some speakers somewhere and it could fill the place with music. He stared at his timer for the first time that day. The day was rapidly approaching when this something would happen, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait.

You thanked the taxi with a flick of your gloved hand, staring at the art museum in front of you and the newest blueprints at your side. If everything went according to schedule, you’d be able to finish the Van Gogh inspired room by the end of the week and start your next task...though that was something you’d rather not deal with.

Ever since your parents had deemed you responsible (and old) enough to pass on their art museum to you, the transition of a spoiled child to an actual heir tending to a business became a sort of wake up call to you. You weren’t crazy about it at first, since you liked doing things that didn’t involve rules, regulations, a time frame, or commitments.You had rather been boarding a plane at any given moment and visiting a new place for days, even weeks on end than scheduling a meeting about signing over rights and who no longer had a say in anything first thing in the morning. It wasn’t your dream, not at first. Who’d want to spend money to see pictures? And at those ridiculous prices? It was no wonder you put the pieces together so quickly as to why you your allowances were cut off and you needed start making your own money: filing for bankruptcy was on the horizon.

After the legal rights to pass on the museum to you were approved, they left and you hadn’t really seen much of them, which left you to fend for yourself. You had to sell a few of your designer bags, outfits, shoes and unused cosmetics, but eventually, The Wonder Emporium reopened under Universe Factory and from there, you continued to build a legacy under your name. You lowered prices to a fairer level, thus bringing in more customers than you had ever hoped and even expanding the place. Once you had set your eyes on the works of The8, you fell in love with the arts overall. Renovations began and soon you found yourself flying all over Asia trying to not only to find his works to add to your growing collection but you collected others from those who had potential under the condition that they had the belief of all humans having rights regardless of race, ethnicity, sexual orientation and so on. Those you employed and contacted were no exception. In the short time you had taken charge, you dropped businesses, employees and anyone who so much as looked at anyone wrong. (You drew the line at discrimination, especially when it had come to a boy you knew as Hansol from word of mouth of one of your employees.) Everything seemed to be running smoothly, but now you had a meeting to attend to and

“Mingyu! Thank you for waiting! I’m so sorry I’m late! I just got carried away, and you know how it is.”

“No worries Y/N. It won’t be the last time either, I can assure you that.” He laughed. “What are we working on next?”

“Okay, I know we just reopened the place, but one of my new employees suggested we add a kinda like rec room for artists to show their works in progress, but also for anyone who wants to start doing it.” You unrolled one of the blueprints. “How much further back do you think we can go back until the city threatens to shut me down?” You joked. Looking down on the floor you noticed a silver band just near the table. You picked it up and stuffed it in your pocket, reminding yourself to ask the staff if they had lost something recently. (You knew it wasn’t Mingyu’s. His was on his pinkie finger, glimmering brightly against the fluorescents.)

Mingyu studied it carefully and quietly, taking out his calculator and ticking his fingers. He pulled out his pencil, writing out measurements, only to erase them when he did the math wrong. “Do you want the good news or the bad news?” He finally spoke without looking up. He changed a few of the numbers on your thing and circling the final number.

You made a face. “Surprise me.”

“Okay, we probably won’t be able to make it any wider without violating any laws, but we could make it a few stories higher, turn that unused attic into the room or even turn that into your office.” He removed his glasses. “Now the bad news is that this’ll go over the budget you’ve given me, so you might have to talk to your bank and your accountant to negotiate some things.”

“I-uh fired my accountant,” you admitted sheepishly.

Elbow on the table, he placed his thumb and middle finger on his temples and managed to let out a little laugh, despite his obvious frustration. “Y/N, this is the third one. What’d this one do now? Step on a puppy’s tail and kicked it to the side?”

“No, uhh, I went to go take them some receipts that I had forgotten here and well he made one of the secretaries cry for not getting some time cards in on time. So now, yikes. I’m sorry Mingyu.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I can’t do anything until you can make sure you can do this without falling into debt. You might have money now but at the rate you’re spending, it’s gonna be long gone before you start making profit.”

You stared at your timer, hoping for an answer or even just a clue. It counted down seven days.

“No, no. That’s fine,” Jihoon spoke to the other person on the other end of the line as he walked inside Babylon. “Thank you anyways. Uh-huh. Thanks, you too. ‘Bye.” He hung up. “Asshole.”

“You rang?” Joshua joked, popping between one of the aisles. He happily arranged a section of teddy bears, plopping a few to the side in case he decided to cave and buy them. “Everything okay Ji?”

“I’m quickly running out of money and I don’t have a job,” he made a face. “Go figure. Everywhere I apply, it’s the same thing: I’m either not qualified or I don’t have the work experience. I’m about to quit life and head back home. Maybe I can make use of myself there.” Though, he escaped Busan for that same reason. He left Joshua in his spot in hopes of finding a second hand guitar since his took a tumble off the fridge and smashed into little bits. (It took him maybe 15 minutes to remove all the splinters except for one that kept heckling his pinkie finger and irritating him more because his ring usually helped with something like that but he figured he misplaced it again.) He needed a job and fast. Maybe he could ask Auntie Jihye for potion or a spell or something to give him quick cash, not that he’d believe it but because it gave him some kinda hope.

“You’ll be fine,” Joshua reassured him appearing to fix up the teapots. “Everyone deals with this. Maybe look in the area to see where they’re hiring. I know you’re not exactly stoked to work around so many people but sometimes you have to sacrifice that for a few won.”

“Or I can end up throwing staplers at people who don’t know how to mind their own business...and possibly a restraining order from that.” He was ready to drop the subject and noticing the lack of eye bags on his friend’s face, he’d rather choose a more familiar concept. “So, um, how are you and your…‘soulmate’?” (It baffled him to think how not too long ago they were nothing but comforting faces and now they practically bared their souls to each other...well when he and Wonwoo were apart. Vernon’s soulmate managed to get him a job working at a restaurant.)

Joshua shrugged. “We’re good, I guess? She’s interested in someone right now so she tells me about it in our dreams.”

“So you haven’t seen her?”

“Not physically, but the nightmares stopped…unless one of us says the wrong thing and it pisses the other off.” He shuddered at a distant memory, subconsciously feeling for his ear.

“So are you like the only ones that aren’t dating?”

“No. Just because we’re soulmates or whatever doesn’t mean anything. It’s like saying since you and I became friends, you’re now obligated to spend all your time with me. We tried hanging out after work hours but we stopped.” A loud clattering interrupted the boys making them both jump and who else but the great Auntie Jihye stepped into view a moment later, and Joshua nodded in understanding. “Now to see what my lovestruck coworker broke.” He smiled fondly. “Last time, I managed to convince our boss that a company shipped us some vases that were already broken.” He bowed politely at Jihye and excused himself.

“Dear boy, why the long face? You look even more sour than usual.” She tickled his cheek tenderly and rather than flinching away, Jihoon let her. “I can see it in your eyes something’s bothering you.”

“I’m just tired Auntie. I’m thinking about going home.”

“I know this old lady bores with all her nonsense talk, but would you like to hear a piece of advice? Or rather, what I can see in your future if you stay?” She grabbed Jihoon’s hand without warning, and pushed up the long sleeve that concealed his torture instrument. “This is the key to the life you’ve been dreaming about. All you have to do is be patient, my dear. If you go, your regret will eat you alive.” She dug around her purse and pulled out a flier. “What you need is to get out. See the coast, smell the sea, and hear the marine wildlife. Then you can decide what you wanna do.”

“You know, when I said I owed you one, this isn’t what I had in mind.” You stared at the ship hesitantly, already feeling the seasickness hit you.

“Oh come on, we’re whale watching, not taking the blood samples for the stingrays. After all, who hooked you up with the accountant that met the delicate Y/N’s standards?” Soonyoung glanced pointedly at you. “And has forgiven you for being late...again? Besides, you missed your best friend, aka me.”

“Soonyoung, you are my only friend,” you sighed when he did a silent yes and a small fist pump. “How much longer until we get into this death trap?”

“As soon as everyone gets here. And before you ask what you’re supposed to do until then, I suggest you get yourself into more comfortable clothes. Ask someone to take you to my office.I had the clothes you brought last time washed and dry cleaned. And knowing you, I got you some thicker gloves. I don’t think you’ll need my assistance until we actually see some whales.” He shooed you along so he could finish whatever it was and with a sigh you left him to his devices.

He had just finished loading food and beverages when you came back looking like you had just seen a ghost, he jumped back. “Give me a warning next time. Shit, I could’ve died right here and then my blood would’ve been on your hands. What’s wrong now? I promise we don’t harm the animals in the lab. We just need to see if they’ve been consuming plastic or any other dangerous materials-”

You held your arm out, peeling away the glove. “It’s today,” you managed to get out. “This morning it said I had more time, but when I was getting dressed, the time changed significantly.” This had happened before but this was the first time you were actually freaking out because it never changed that drastically. A couple of minutes or hours yes, but almost four days was new to you. “Soonyoung, what do I do?”

“You can either walk away now and worry about it the whole time until you get home or you can momentarily forget this and have some fun with me, your best friend that you don’t see enough.” He batted his eyelashes. “Of course you could move in with me full time and I would still think that. But that’s not the point here. I’m just saying don’t let this thing dictate your life and question your every move.Just enjoy your day here You didn’t have to open today; you left Mingyu to work on your thing. Just relax. Now...the guests, tourists, customers, whatever you wanna call them are coming.” He started boarding the ship, his hand extended towards you. “And what are you gonna do?”

You inhaled deeply, letting the oxygen try to settle your nerves and brain in one hit and after a moment, took his hand and let him help you up. “Let’s do this thing.”

“That’s my best friend,” he mock sobbed before sobering up quickly. “If you want, you can stay in one of the back seats. A lot of passengers who get nauseous quickly say it isn’t as bad. I will be in the front giving the tour, obviously but I got you a cow bell that you can shake if you need my attention. Any questions?”

“Can I go sit down? I’m not used to so much rocking?” Of course, he laughed at you the whole time he was escorting you, and once you sat down, you rested your elbow on the railing, your fingertips touching your forehead and you breathed deeply. You loved the ocean, mind you, but you preferred swimming in it over being on top of it. How Soonyoung did this daily, you didn’t know but you commended him nonetheless. Not much later, you began hearing various voices in different languages as they took their spots and your idiot friend greeting everyone brightly. The boat had yet to stop rocking and the wind filled your nostrils with the brine and all you could do was try to not bolt. And even if you tried, you would’ve been trapped with whoever you sat next to you, making leaving impossible. The ringing in your ears didn’t help either, but you managed to look up at all the passengers that gathered up for the watch as Soonyoung began the introductions and so on.

“You okay?” The boy next to you asked.

You nodded. “I’m just not used to being on boats.”

“Me too. I get sick really fast so I push you away, I warned you. Also, I’m sorry if I talk a lot. I do that when I’m nervous.”

“It’s okay. If you have questions, you can ask me. I’m not as gifted as Soonyoung-” you pointed to the eager boy emphasizing whatever point he was making with his hands, “-with his knowledge, but there are some things that stuck with me.” The beeping in your head didn’t stop but you managed to ignore it, albeit you had to cover one of your ears and shake your head.

“You know Soonyoung?” He poked his own ear. “That’s cool.”

“At this point, I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.” You tugged on your gloves. “He dragged me here so I could get away from the work life and enjoy the mammals doing their own thing. He’d probably have me scooping out jellyfish if I had said no to coming.”

“No kidding? One of my aunts gave me a flier to come here because I was stressed out.” He shook his arm to lower his sweater and covered his hand completely. “I’m thinking of maybe going home after I finish this semester. I find a job but I thought one last outing would be fun.”

“Where do you live?”

“In Seoul. I don’t know if you’ve been there, but it’s beautiful. There’s a remote part of it where there aren’t as many people but it’s like a whole other world. There’s like something that pulls you to come in and not leave. Kinda like magic.” He stayed quiet, thinking if he should say more. “My favorite place is a coffee shop called Adequate Eternity. The old lady who owns the place is weird but she’s welcoming.”

“Mmm, I think I went there once, but I had forgotten my card at the bank and by the time I went back, I had just finished a shit ton of meetings. The life of a business person is never ending. An employee of mine swears that the coffee gives her magic powers.”

“I second that. I’m Jihoon, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you smiled at the strange boy, trying to remember where that name rang a bell.

“What do you do Y/N? You sound busy and if you’re friends with someone like Soonyoung, it’s probably just as important.”

“I mean I don’t save the planet, but I own an art museum in Seoul. Universe Factory. I bring paintings and portraits to those who can’t leave.”

“No way! I was there last week! It looks better than before. I mean, it looked nice the old way too but now it looks more complex, the way art should be. I saw Kim Mingyu and his crew inside. Are you adding more to it.”

It shouldn’t have surprised you that he knew Mingyu but it did and you brushed it off. “I wanna add an extra story to it so anyone who wants to try out their hand at drawing or whatever it is they do, will be more than welcome to.”

“So you’re saving people then. That’s really neat.”

Pretty soon you and Jihoon were engaged in a full blown discussion involving the arts, future plans you had for the place and what you hoped could become something of a legacy. Despite the beeping you couldn’t pinpoint (since it seemed to be coming from everywhere), you enjoyed yourself, forgetting the fact you were easily seasick and that Soonyoung was ready to come to your rescue if you needed it. But you’d even forgotten you were whale watching until the mist sprayed you and even then you continued your conversations. It only ended once the tour was over and you exchanged numbers over the possibility of him coming to work for you over the suggestion of having live music and him modestly admitting he played a few instruments and the promise of you getting in touch with the person who had an impressive display of The8’s nature stuff. Minimum wage was the best you could do for now but he jumped onboard because it was better than no job and left with nothing but a wave. It was only when he left you remembered the airhead heir who was finishing up putting everything away and him smiling evilly at you that you punched his shoulder.

“Look at you making friends.”

“Employees,” you corrected. “He gave me a good idea and what better way to give someone credit than hiring them?” The sea gulls’ piercing caws reminded you of something. “Hey, did you find out where that beeping was coming from? It was hard to concentrate on anything else and it gave me a headache. I don’t know if you can still hear it. Watch, listen.”

“I didn’t hear anything,” he said after a moment of silence. “It was probably just part of your nerves. But I’ll check with my crew to see if there was anything wrong in the lower decks if you’re hearing it from out here.”

Changing back into your regular clothes, you tried remembering where and why that particular sound irritated you. It brought back the flashbacks of you trying to read quietly and someone’s watch going off as you were getting absorbed in the storyline. It was even more annoying when several others went off at similar intervals as if they were timing the beeping. Timing, countdown, timer...you removed your gloves, gasping audibly when you saw perfect zeros on your wrist. But how-you’ve been on boats and ships several times and it never happened. What could you have possibly done out of the ordinary that triggered it? The only thing that happened was meeting Jihoon, and come to think of it, the beeping started when he sat next to you.

Slowly, you tried putting the pieces together as you dove out of the dressing room, skidding to find Soonyoung... no not him, because what if maybe, you were supposed to meet Jihoon all this time? After all, what were the odds of being in the same part of the city so many times and how likely was the possibility of just missing each other? You thought back to every time the timer was in its last few seconds only to change just as something else popped up. What if he’s the mythical- “Soulmate!” It made sense after all. You’d read a few books arguing they hadn’t completely vanished. The8’s newest painting is rumored to be based on a pair of soulmates he heard about. But you? Having a chose one? Could that even happen? And that damn beeping was getting loud again. You just wanted to shut it off, but how? How?!

“Y/N, watch out!” A hand locked onto your wrist, pulling you back just as a car sped by. In an instant, three pups on the street pranced happily around your feet and that of your savior yipping and licking at your shoes until their owner called them individually as past, present and future. They barked excitedly once more before they walked away, disappearing right before your eyes. “Are you okay?” Jihoon asked. “I was over there, getting some coffee and I saw you. You looked dazed, and I called you.”

You looked at him, really looked at him. He didn’t even look remotely bothered or amazed that the scariest moment of both your lives happened so casually. Did he even know? Not responding, you pulled up the sleeve that wasn’t rolled down.

“Hey! What are you d-” He cut himself off when you showed him exactly what was going on in your head. And the ringing? Finally stopped.

“My, my! I did not expect this to happen today!” An older woman clapped giddily, breaking whatever trance had happened between you and Jihoon. “Jeonghan! It finally happened! I told you!”

“Are you guys ready?” You asked the crowd excitedly. Well, crowd wasn’t exactly the right word. It was a small gathering of the people you and Jihoon knew...mostly Jihoon. You had only invited Soonyoung and Mingyu (who was currently sporting a sprained wrist, which he swore up and down he didn’t do) for the unveiling. Jihoon, introverted as he was, took it upon himself to ask everyone he knew to come along. You’d met Wonwoo, his best friend; and with Wonwoo came his friend Hansol who had a soulmate that couldn’t be separated unless everyone wanted to be burned alive. With Hansol’s soulmate came your employee (small world!) He also invited his friend Joshua who apparently also had a soulmate, but they didn’t spend time together, so he brought his friend who also worked alongside him at a thrift store. You also met Seokmin, the boy had taken your call when placing an order for the reopening. He came along with Seungkwan who had also had a soulmate literally bound together by a red string. (And you ended up making a deal with her too that would benefit the museum and her growing collection.) And lastly, he brought along Chan, Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Auntie Jihye, the kind lady who explained that Jihoon was in fact your soulmate. You never imagined something like this but it made sense.

With everyone’s eager nods, you proudly opened the velvet curtain, displaying the room dedicated to the one that made you fall in love with art: The8. Since he had the biggest room, you had taken it upon yourself to put a piano there and it was where Jihoon was pouring his heart out as he hit the keys. The idea of finding his soulmate still made him kinda skeptical but it didn’t weird him out like before. It’d take just a bit more faith for him to actually make him believe. And he got along famously with Soonyoung which helped his case. You had finally returned the missing ring to him, something he didn’t even know he lost until you presented it to him, further proving to him that maybe some things science has no explanation for.

“I’ll be right back,” your best friend excused himself, putting his phone away. You nodded at him, entertaining your guests, feeling just a bit more complete than when you had ever felt. You finally made some new friends, found out you weren’t so strange after all (though that timer reset, and gave you an estimated timeframe of your next milestone with Jihoon). “I hope you don’t mind,” Soonyoung said when he came back, “but I invited someone else.”

“Might as well bring him in,” you shrugged heading to Jihoon who looked just as happy as you felt in that moment. You scratched his head absently, letting his music seep into your soul.

“Great! Hey Hao, you can come in now!”

Jihoon’s fluid movements came to an offkey halt as his guest none other than the great The8 entered the room shyly but with a powerful undertone that demanded attention and pulled you next to him so you could compose yourself. Jihoon was quickly learning just how unpredictable your best friend was and all he could do was throw his arm around you and laugh at your shocked expression.

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imagineredwood · 6 years ago

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Request: May I have a Tig Request? Where you are his younger old lady (21 or so) You are Clay and Gemma’s daughter. You are pregnant but only you and Tig Knows and one night you are ruffed up by someone who doesn’t like the club and wake up in the hospital. Everyone finds out you’re pregnant.

Warning: angst, violence, mention of blood

Pairing: Tig x reader

Word count: 1,238

***Tried to switch it up a little since I already had a couple stories of pregnancies being revealed in hospitals after shit goes down and realistically they can’t reveal something like that to everyone anyways, so I hope you enjoy ***

“How’re you feeling baby?”

You shrugged and pushed the shopping cart across the parking lot with one hand, the other hand holding your phone to your ear.

“Alright, I guess. I threw up twice today.”

Tig sighed on the other end and ran his hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry baby. I wish I could be there tonight to have dinner with you, but this vote happens tonight and I’m sure church is gonna drag on too. Just go ahead and eat without me, I’ll heat up my plate when I get home.”

“Are you sure? I can just eat a snack and then eat with you when you get home. Besides, I don’t feel that hungry right now anyways. The doctor said my appetite will be shitty for a little while as everything starts changing.”

You pushed the cart up to your car and popped the trunk, grabbing bags by the handles and placing them into your trunk as you continued to carry on the conversation with your Old Man, deciding what exactly you should cook for tonight’s dinner. You were nearly finished with all the groceries as you heard men laughing a ways behind you, a group of three walking out of the store and into the parking lot as well. You paid no mind to them, continuing to place your groceries in the trunk and speak to Tig when you heard a voice closer to you know, speaking in your direction.

“Well look who it is.”

You turned around to see the group now walking towards you, the one in the front obviously the leader of the pack. Your eyes raked over each of them, knowing that you’d never met any of them before.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me you biker bitch.”

As you kept looking at them, you noticed a second too late the swastika on the main one’s arm, SS bolts on the neck of the one behind him to the right.

Nords.

Your groceries were long forgotten as you slowly turned to face them, not wanting to give them your back.

“Baby? Who’s that? Who’s there?”

Tig couldn’t hear the best from his end of the phone but he heard a man’s voice and the word bitch, his hands already clenching the bottle of Heineken in his hand.

“Someone talking shit to you?”

You ignored him and straightened up, silently spinning your keys around in your hand, splicing them between your fingers to stick out of your knuckles. Your Ruger was tucked away too far in your purse to be of use to you in the moment.

“Can I help you?”

“That your bitch of a man on the phone? The fucking freak with the curly hair?”

You didn’t answer, only listened as Tig spoke to someone in the background, probably Clay if you had to guess. You weren’t concerned with that at the moment though, you were keeping focused on them to see when you had to jump into action. You hoped they were just going to shit talk, try and scare you a little before going about their way, but something in their body language told you that wasn’t going to be the case. You were a smart girl, growing up around the club your entire life. While you knew you could defend yourself, you knew it would be stupid to try and get into the car with them this close and give them your back. You had to protect yourself and your baby. You weren’t far along enough yet for it to be painfully obvious you were with child and the hoodie you wore didn’t help. You doubted they’d care anyway if you told them. Pregnant and alone, three on one weren’t good odds for you. You knew you were at a loss. You knew you couldn’t take all of them, but you’d be damned if you didn’t go down without a fight. And a fight it was.

The one in the front grabbed at you suddenly, trying to go for your hair but stopped short as you swung at his side, his scream echoing in the quiet parking lot as your keys sunk into his skin. They weren’t long enough to kill but it would at least buy you some time to maybe get to your purse. He stumbled back from you, other others staring at him as he growled and pointed at you.

“Get that bitch!”

The one on the left swung at you fast, you barely being able to dodge it before the other one came for you too, his fist catching the side of your face, your cheekbone searing from the hit. You hand was swinging too though, hoping to snag a key on someone else now. He saw the glistening in your hand though and grabbed your wrist roughly, twisting it and the keys dropped out onto the floor. You didn’t have much time to react as another fist came at you, this time clipping your temple on the side of your forehead and making everything go black.

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You groaned as your eyes fluttered open, hushed talking happening around you. You could tell whoever it was was trying to be quiet but a splitting headache you had wasn’t allowing for that. You winced as you tried to sit up, someone’s hand pressing your chest down. Your instincts kicked in and you shoved roughly at the hand, not knowing where you were or who was touching you. As your eyes came into focus though you saw that you were in a hospital room, surrounded by familiar faces, and it was your mothers’ hand that was pressing to your chest, keeping you laying down.

“Relax. Stay down, baby. Don’t want that concussion making you nauseous. Though apparently, the knot on your head ain’t the only thing that could be making you throw up.”

She pursed her lips as she looked at you, but you were still too disoriented to clue in on her words and what they meant. Your hands instinctively went to your stomach as you came to.

“What the fuck happened?”

It was your father's voice that spoke next, and you looked up over at him.

“Nords. Saw you leaving the store and followed you out. Gave you a nice shiner and golf ball on your forehead but you’re alright, so’s the little peanut. Store security said they left as soon as they knocked you out so there wasn’t any more damage to you or the baby.”

You nodded softly before your eyes went wide and you snapped your head up to look at your dad, a small smirk there on both his and your mom’s faces.

“How did you…”

“Big mouth over her started freaking out at the clubhouse talking about, ‘I’ll fucking kill them if something happens so to my Old Lady or my kid’ so he kinda spilled the beans so to speak.”

You slowly shifted your gaze over to Tig who was now smiling nervously at you.

“Hi, baby. How’re you feeling? You look beautiful by the way.”

The rest of the club chuckled as you gave him the Gemma glare and stared him down.

“Well so much for letting them know on Thanksgiving Tig.”

Gemma shook her head and stood up to take you into her arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Bullshit. I’ve got an extra month now to shop for my new grandbaby.”

#sons of anarchy #tig trager #gemma teller #SAMCRO #imagines #tig x reader #sons of anarchy imagine

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candied-fluff-and-angsty-muffins · 6 years ago

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A Prince(ss)’s Liberation Part 1

Hi all, Mod Bean here with a new set of OC’s, in collaboration with Mod Concerned! This is a totally new way to introduce too! Hope you enjoy!

Next Part

When Frederick saw another ship on the horizon from his position on deck, he looked over at it with sort of a bored fascination; it was honestly the most interesting thing he’d seen for the miles and miles of ocean, but it couldn’t be enough to shake the boredom of this entire trip. Hell, his entire life was boredom, it wasn’t like it was anything new. He could do with a change, do with something different in his life, but it wasn’t like it was going to come. He wasn’t contributing to the world, he wasn’t doing anything. What was the point of even being around?

“Frederick, stand up straighter! A royal must not slouch.”

Apparently, he was around as a puppet, he thought as he stubbornly continued his posture. His royal advisor went over to him and began one of his signature lectures that Frederick proceeded to tune out. It wasn’t the first time he did that, nor would it be the last. However, as they got closer and closer to the ship, he focused more on it, since there were cries coming from its deck. Ignoring his advisor, he moved toward the ship’s bow and leaned forward, examining. “It’s a woman!” someone called from the crow’s nest, and sure enough, the cries sounded feminine. As they got closer, Frederick could make out a Spanish-looking woman, restrained by a couple of larger men.

“Ayúdame, sálvame!” he heard, presumably from the woman. “Ayúdame, por favor!” She sounded like she was sobbing, and Frederick rolled his eyes. Whatever the hell was happening to her, it had to be better than just being a pawn of his family. Honestly, he needed some danger in his life.

“We’re going to save her. That’s the ship of El Grajo, and it looks like it isn’t manned well. They’ve gotten cocky. If we take down El Grajo, we can save this girl and make the seas a safer place. Starboard, men!” the captain called, taking out his sword.

“It would be best if we retreated to our chambers,” Frederick’s advisor told him. “Perhaps, if this goes well, this lady could be your wife--she looks of royal descent.”

“Perhaps, if this goes well, I could throw myself off the ship,” Frederick grumbled, not retreating. This was the most interesting thing that happened on the trip, and damn if he’d miss it. At the very least it was bound to be a show, which was more than he ever got. They pulled near the ship, and one of the pirates from the other ship called out to them.

“Give us all the gold on your ship, or see this little duchess dead!” At that, the girl screamed again, thrashing against her captors’ grips, but to no avail. Yes, she certainly looked of Spanish descent--perhaps she was one of the daughters of a smaller kingdom’s ruler? Her short hair blew back in the wind as she continued to cry for help, and her face’s tanned skin was blotchy from the tears. She looked short in stature, but certainly not without a figure; a couple of the men appeared focused on her ample bosom, practically spilling out of her dress, and Frederick rolled his eyes, unimpressed.

“El Grajo will not terrorize these seas any longer!” the captain declared as he and his crew jumped onto the ship. Fairly easily, they knocked down the girl’s two captors, and the captain grabbed the girl and held her hands gently. “Are you alright, milady?” he asked, with all the chivalry in the world. Frederick gagged audibly, earning a smack to the back of the head from his advisor. But faster than he could imagine, men leapt up from below the deck, and the two men who the crew had clearly just “knocked out” leapt up from their position on the ground. And the girl? Stone-faced, no longer crying and blubbering, she pulled a pistol from between her breasts with one hand, pressing it to the captain’s head. In a smooth, one-handed motion, she yanked off the first layer of her skirt, revealing foofy petticoats and, more prominently, a belt with multiple swords and daggers.

“Well, señor. Choose: you’ll give your ship up, or your life,” she told him, with a beautiful lilt to her voice and an elegant yet supercilious smile.

“See, this is what happens when you condescendingly use the term ‘lady’ to refer to a woman!” Frederick chuckled, more than audibly, and his advisor insistently yanked at his arm in both a reprimand and an urgent bid to get him to go down, below deck. However, Frederick remained, not heeding the advisor. Sure enough, the occurrences proved to be interesting--in a coordinated motion, the rest of his ship’s crew jumped onto the ship, in an attempt to rescue the captain. However, though they weren’t outnumbered (the ship had been heavily manned since it was, after all, carrying royalty), they were clearly outmatched.

The woman in particular was a force to be reckoned with. Frederick knew from experience how hard it was to move around in dresses (though that experience was certainly frowned upon by his advisor, by the kingdom, by pretty much everyone honestly), and this woman was navigating it shockingly well. Hell, she’d even managed to swing herself around one of the sail ropes to get momentum for a kick to a crew member’s face. It didn’t seem to be impeding her motion at all, and honestly, it was great. Sure, it probably meant he’d be taken into captivity, but at least it would be more exciting than what he was doing now. Maybe they’d kill him; this was fine. Again, more exciting than what was going on. Within what felt like mere minutes, the deck of the other ship was filled with unmoving crew members, either stunned or unconscious. Surprisingly, Frederick didn’t think any were dead. Didn’t pirates terrorize the seven seas and kill whatever they met? Well, this was apparently different. All the more interesting.

Frederick didn’t have much time to consider this new development, because the woman had just hopped the small distance between the ships. Behind her, the crew was grabbing a couple of planks to connect the distance, but she didn’t need it. She wasn’t even wearing shoes...wait, she was missing a leg! She’d done all that without a leg?! “What in the name of God happened to your leg?!” Frederick blurted, not really even thinking as he stared at the wooden prosthetic. And he got a better look when the woman, with a flourish, hiked up her dress to display it.

“If you’re so keen on admiring my leg I should give you a better look,” she told him, baring it for a second and then, while Frederick gaped, she grabbed him by the wrists.

“Okay, okay, there’s no need to manhandle me, I’ll come willingly. I’d be careful with a man of my status,” he ordered, looking decidedly bitter when he said the word “man.” His advisor gave him a glare, but the glare quickly wilted under the gaze of the woman with the gun.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be careful,” the woman told him with a sickly-sweet tone, and the moment Frederick stepped onto the plank to cross between the ships, she gave him a slightly too-rough shove forward that sent him sprawling onto the deck.

“Did I or did I not say that I would prefer not to be manhandled?” Frederick grumbled from his position on the ground. He stood, and grinned at the sight he saw: his advisor was being restrained by this woman and shoved harshly onto her ship.

“Señor, do you really think I play by the rules?” The woman smirked at him before looking over at her crew. “Take them to the hold, and tie them up, well. Once we figure out where they’re going, we’ll be kind enough to take them there. I’m sure someone would pay a hefty price to have them back.”

“Honestly it’s a 50-50 chance, it depends on the mood you catch my father in,” Frederick muttered.

“Sire, shut your mouth, you’ll get us all killed!” his adviser hissed. However, the woman stopped right in front of him, her sword to his adviser’s throat.

“I take it you enjoy your vocal cords,” she said, glaring. “If you’d like to keep them, I’d stop utilizing them. You’re at the mercy of El Grajo, it would benefit you to remember that.” His adviser gaped, making a few sounds not unlike a fish trying to breathe air, and for the first time in a while, Frederick grinned.

“I’ll take some of the crew to loot the ship,” one of the men who’d been holding the woman (was she El Grajo?) called.

“Good, let me know if there’s anything valuable.”

“I’ll decide if the ship’s worth keeping as well, she looks like she could at least be used for materials,” the man replied. The woman nodded, and Frederick quickly found himself guided into the ship’s hold.

#pirate au #two mod au #mod bean writes #bean writes #pirates #isabella #frederick #et. al #writing

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kymanss2017 · 7 years ago

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ss gift for officialcartman updated

Sorry, I just noticed a stupid typo in the title. lol.

Written for the Kyman Secret Santa gift exchange for officialcartman. Takes place during the episode Super Hard PCness.

Eric Cartman’s Fool Proof Plan to Break Up with Heidi Turner

By: lonegungal17

Eric Cartman wasn’t afraid of many things. Not spiders, not the dark and not ghosts. Okay, maybe that one a little. But there was one thing that scared him most: his girlfriend, Heidi Turner. Part of him knew he had created this monster. She had been a nice person, down right sweet, until he had got his paws on her. He had changed her, she was now an overweight, ugly, mean bully that demanded the dreaded snuggles at all times. He had found it funny at first when she had become more like him, but somewhere along the way she had took it too far. She belittled everyone in their social circle, murdered salient creatures and threated him every time he disagreed with her slightly. He might have been a little bad now and then, but she was worst by a long shot. The last straw had been when she had referred to his mom as a whore. Who did that little bitch even think she was?

It was that exchange that had lead him to the front door of the Broflovski residence with a fool proof plan. He just needed one more person to complete it: Kyle. As much as he hated to admit, the Jew was the only one that could keep him in check, the only one not afraid of his dark side. His biggest rival but also his conscience. If he was going to escape Cartman 2.0, he would need Kyle’s help.

Cartman fiddled with the gift bag in his hand before summoning the courage to knock on the door. The door opened to reveal Kyle’s bitch mom. He had to swallow his pride. ‘Why hello Mrs. Broflovski.’

Sheila frowned down at Cartman, before he could continue, and she turned back towards the living room. ‘Kyle, your little friend is here.’

‘Stan?’

‘No, the fat one,’ Sheila answered, smirking at Cartman before walking away.

Cartman balled his fists at his sides and whispered, ‘Bitch.’

‘What do you want, fatass?’ Kyle appeared at the door, leaning against the frame. His red freshly styled hair hanging loose around his face.

Eric’s eyes locked on the Jew’s hair. ‘Where’s your hat?’ He had to admit, Kyle’s hair looked better than the normal rat’s nest he normally hid under his hat. The new hair cut suited him and his hair looked so soft. Part of him wanted to reach forward and touch it but maybe he’d save that for one of his midnight visits.

‘In the wash. Anything else I can help you with?’

‘You just look so different… kind of weird without it. Cartman pushed the gift at him. ‘I got a present and a proposition for you.’

Kyle narrowed his eyes, taking the bag from Cartman and looking inside. ‘Chanukah isn’t until tomorrow.’

‘It’s not more gold for your collection but I thought you might like it,’ Cartman shrugged.

Kyle held up the MC Deidel Saves the World game, examining it before placing it back in the bag. ‘Thanks, but not interested in bribes.’ He shoved the bag back into Cartman’s hands. ‘Bye, fatass,’ he said, trying to close the door.

Cartman jumped forward blocking the door from closing with his foot. ‘Wait! Surely, even giving you, a Chanukah present buys me at least five minutes of your time.’

Kyle sighed, grabbing the bag from Cartman’s hand again. ‘Fine, five minutes’ he said, releasing the door and nodding his head towards the stairs.

Cartman removed his hat and smoothed down his hair with his hand as he followed Kyle up to his bedroom. Once inside, Kyle motioned for him to sit at his desk while he sat down on the edge of his own bed.

‘Okay, spill what do you want anyway?’

Cartman looked away. Part of him hadn’t believed his plan would even make it this far. Now he felt ashamed of the favor he needed to ask for. ‘I need your help…’

‘What did you do now, Cartman?’

Cartman pinched his eyebrows together. ‘I…’

‘Spit it out, fatass!’

‘I need you to be my boyfriend,’ Cartman stammered.

Kyle stood up from his bed, his face resembling a tomato. ‘What the hell?’

Cartman stood quickly approaching the Jew. Kyle was definitely going to punch him. He grabbed Kyle’s fist before he could swing at his head. ‘Wait, calm down. Just hear me out first.’

Kyle growled as he tried to wrestle his hand away from Cartman. ‘What is this? Are you seriously trying to ask me out? Cause that is a big fat no. Plus, don’t you remember you’re dating Heidi.’

Cartman held Kyle’s strong arms at his sides. ‘Heidi is why I want to pretend to date you. Pretend, just pretend,’ Cartman shouted. ‘It’s literally my only way out, without her killing me.’

Kyle shook his arms away. ‘The fuck are you talking about?’

Cartman picked up his beanie again, squeezing it tightly into a ball. ‘Heidi won’t break up with me,’ he explained, each word coming out broken. ‘I can’t do it anymore. She’s horrible, Kyle. She bullies everyone, including me.’

‘You made her that way, Cartman. She’s your clone. You two were just finishing each other’s sentences earlier today, calling me my mom.’

Carman shook his head, trying not to laugh. ‘No, Kyle she is far worst then me. She won’t let me go. She said the only way she would break up with me was if I was gay or dead.’

Kyle laughed. ‘Carman, seriously?’

Cartman fell to his knees, hugging Kyle’s legs. ‘You’ve seen her. I can barely hold her off in a fight. I have to pretend I still like her to keep her from kicking my ass, that’s the only time she stops.’

‘Dude, get a hold of yourself. She’s a girl, she isn’t going to hurt you.’

‘Really, Kyle? Don’t you remember when Wendy kicked my ass? Heidi is like four Wendys with access to her dad’s power tools,’ Cartman shouted.

Kyle laughed.

‘This isn’t a laughing matter, Jew. She’s dangerous and so mean,’ Cartman whined. ‘She calls me fat, ugly and says my mom is a whore.’

Kyle frowned pulling Cartman to his feet. ‘Come on, dude. Get a hold of yourself.’

Cartman wiped his nose on his sleeve. ‘She really scares me. I’m not brave like you.’

Kyle rolled his eyes. ‘True but why do I need to get involved with you dumping your girlfriend?’

‘She thinks you’re gay, Kyle.’

‘What? I’m not gay,’ Kyle corrected him, his face burning red.’

‘Doesn’t really matter,’ Cartman assured him.

‘I’m not!’ Kyle shouted.

Cartman put his hands on Kyle’s shoulders. ‘Okay, whatever, Jew. You’re as straight as I am. As I said, it doesn’t matter anyway.’ Kyle glared at him as Cartman continued. ‘I just need someone that is believably gay, so Heidi will give up on me and move onto her next prey.’

‘I’m not gay, fatass,’ Kyle reminded him again. ‘Why don’t you ask Tweek or Craig?’

‘Really? They are a couple. Plus, you’ve never had a girlfriend, you look like a hot little twink and we have this excellent love/ hate thing going on. It’s perfect,’ Cartman explained.

‘That’s because I really do hate you,’ Kyle said, deadpanned.

Cartman rolled his eyes to mask the hurt in his voice. ‘Doesn’t manner. I consider you to be my best friend, Kyle, and I trust you the most.’

‘I’m not your best friend, Kenny is.’

‘That poor piece of trash? Nope, never. You’re the one that looks after me and calls me on my bullshit when I need someone to. Kenny only cares about tits,’ Cartman explained sincerely looking the Jew in his green eyes as he let his hands run down Kyle’s arms to his hands. They were sweaty and warm just like his. ‘So please be my boyfriend, Kyle.’

Kyle paused for a moment to bite his lip, before shaking his head. ‘Sorry, fatass. You’ll have to find someone else to lie to your girlfriend with, cause I’m out.’

‘Fine, you damn Jew,’ Cartman threw his hands in the air. ‘I’ll just keep suffering then until she finally kills me. Thanks for nothing, friend!’ Cartman shouted

Kyle crossed his arms over his chest and turned away as Cartman stormed out of his room, slamming Kyle’s bedroom door on his way downstairs.

He couldn’t believe Kyle had let him down. He frowned pouting at the snow in the Broflovski front yard. Maybe the Jew was right, maybe he should have begged Kenny instead. He sighed, knowing Kyle was the only one of his friends smart enough to master the level of manipulation needed for his plan to work. Kenny, Stan or either of the gays wouldn’t work. Cartman glanced up toward the Jew’s bedroom window, wondering if Kyle would ever consider him a real friend. His phone buzzed in his pocket and for a moment he thought Kyle had changed his mind. He was hit with disappointment as he saw Heidi’s name appear scrolled across the screen. His red eyes lowered, and his body shivered at the thought of speaking to her. He couldn’t deal with her right now.

***

Cartman hid behind his open locker door, so far so good. Things were looking up today. He had successfully avoided both Heidi and Kyle on the bus this morning by convincing his mom to drive him to school, with a bonus egg McMuffin on the way. He glanced around him before closing his locker door, if he could make it to homeroom, maybe he could avoid her the rest of the morning.

‘Eric Cartman!’

His body tensed at the sound of his name. He turned to find his girlfriend glaring at him with her hands resting on her hips. Her mid-section was peeking out the bottom of her coat, the buttons holding on for dear life. Had she gained another ten pounds over the weekend?

He shook his head trying to ignore her appearance and concentrated on the floor. ‘Hey…babe.’

‘Don’t hey babe me, Eric, where were you last night? I know you saw my text, I told you to come over, so we could watch TV and snuggle. I called three times and heard nothing back from you. You know better than to ignore my calls and texts.’

Cartman grunted but replied with a whispered, ‘Sorry babe, I was busy.’

Heidi shoved him against the lockers. ‘Are you even listening to me? Relationships are a two-way street, Eric. You make me so angry when you ignore me.’

Cartman rubbed his wounded shoulder. ‘Damn it, I said I was sorry, Heidi. Lay off.’

Heidi smacked him across the face. ‘You never show me any respect. I’m the only one that likes you, Eric. Without me, no one would even talk to such a fat loser like you.’ Heidi pushed Cartman back again, pinning him against the lockers. ‘What were you even doing that was so much more important then spending time with your girlfriend?’

Classmates started to gather around them, Cartman’s tried to wiggle free as he glanced around at all the judging faces. He just had to calm her down, so she wouldn’t kick his ass in front of everyone again. ‘Heidi, babe can we go discuss this in private?’

‘No. Let me guess the train your mom was pulling last night was so big, it blocked the front door?’

Cartman pinched his lips together as he shook with anger as everyone in the hallway broke into laughter. ‘Don’t talk about my mom like that!’

‘Why, everyone already knows she’s a whore?’ Heidi said.

‘He was with me,’ Cartman turned towards the voice in the crowded and was relieved to see the Jew step in front of Heidi.

Heidi loosen her grip on Cartman and sized up Kyle. ‘Eric, if you were desperate for a new mother figure my mom would have baked cookies with you.’

Kyle’s face went red as the crowded chuckled. She really was a bitch. ‘Shut up, Heidi.’

Heidi sneered between Kyle and Cartman. ‘Why would you go to the dumb Jew’s house anyway?’

Cartman sighed and tried to take Heidi’s hand. ‘Babe. I just needed some guy time, Kyle got a new game for Chanukah.

Heidi slapped his hand away. ‘Again? You idiot, you know if you don’t raise your history grade we won’t be able to run for student council next month. What were you thinking?’

Kyle held his hands up. ‘Sorry Heidi, I just needed another player. I didn’t know he should have been studying. It was just a misunderstanding, so maybe we can all just go to class now?’

‘Can it, mom! No one asked you,’ Heidi said, pushing Kyle away before poking Eric in the chest. ‘We have to keep you away from bad influences like that Jew. I know what’s best for you and you are going to start treating me with the respect I deserve or pay the price.’ Her fingers curled into a ball and she held it against his face.

Cartman could hear the other kids whispering words like pussy, wimp, whipped and loser around him as the cold eyes of his girlfriend glared at him. He could feel his skin heating up and his breathing shuddered as he managed the word, ‘Heidi,’ as he closed his eyes ready for impact.

Instead a warm hand pulled him down the row of lockers. His eyes opened following the hand to Kyle’s pale arm.

‘I think you’re the bad influence, Heidi,’ Kyle said, venom on his tongue. Cartman’s eyes widened as his hand was squeezed firmly by Kyle’s. ‘Cartman deserves better than a bitch like you.’

Heidi rolled her eyes with a chuckle. ‘Really? I think he’s fucking lucky to have me. After all, no one else wants him.’

Cartman’s face fell. She was right.

Kyle looked at Cartman, noticing the tears building in the corners of his eyes. ‘You’re wrong,’ he said, leaning over to kiss Cartman on the lips.

Cartman froze. Even when he had come up with his plan, he hadn’t thought beyond holding hands in the school hallway to get Heidi to dump him. Now the Jew was holding his chin with one hand to keep him at the right angle and pressing his surprising soft lips against his. Kyle was kissing him, like really kissing him. It felt good, better than any kiss he’d had before from Heidi. It was electric and exciting. Yet, warm and relaxing. When the Jew pulled away, Cartman could only stare at Kyle as he whispered, ‘Holy shit.’

Kyle looked away nervously. Trying not to focus on Cartman or his shocked classmates.

‘You kissed me.’

‘Yeah, I guess I did,’ Kyle agreed, struggling to look Cartman in the eye.

‘That was so hot,’ Cartman replied, unable to stop looking at Kyle’s lips.

Kyle turned completely red. ‘Any chance you want a boyfriend?’ He asked, shooting Heidi daggers.

Cartman laughed, squeezing the other boy’s hand. ‘Hell yeah.’

Kyle motioned his head down the hallway as he tugged on Cartman’s hand. ‘Let’s go, Eric.’

Heidi grabbed Cartman’s other hand. ‘Where do you think you’re going with this freak?’

‘I’m walking my new boyfriend to class,’ Cartman explained.

Heidi looked like she might explode. ‘You’re gay now? Since when?’

Kyle squeezed his hand again as Cartman answered, ‘Since about two minutes ago.’

Heidi frowned. ‘You leave with him and we’re over, Eric. I will never take you back. I’ll find someone better than you.’

Cartman glanced from Kyle to Heidi. ‘Okay. Good riddance, fatty!’ Their classmates laughed as Heidi took off towards the girl’s bathroom.

When the crowd thinned, Cartman turned to Kyle. ‘Thanks, Jew. That was perfect, she’ll never want to date me again.’

Kyle smiled, dropping their linked hands. ‘I’m glad I could help with your plan,’

Cartman looked down at his empty hand before grabbing Kyle’s shoulders so he couldn’t walk away. ‘Umm… Kyle did you mean any of that?’

Kyle looked around nervously. ‘Maybe… some of it.’ He shrugged.

‘In that case, could we stay together a little longer then? Maybe go on some dates and kiss some more,’ Cartman said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

‘I guess there is no extra harm in that,’ Kyle said leaning into Cartman’s shoulder, ‘but you’re coming to Chanukkah dinner tonight on your best behaviour and if you call my mom a bitch we’re over.’

‘Deal. Anything for you, Jew.’

#fanfic #kyman #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #kymanss2017 #submission

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fallenqueen2 · 7 years ago

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Our Leader [Prt.3 of Earth X Au’s]

When the leader of the SS is someone with a far more familiar face than Eobard Thawne.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Oliver yanked at his chains uselessly; the others were doing the same when they were not glaring daggers at the soldiers that surrounded them.

“What are you waiting for then?” Kara snapped out of her stunned silence at hearing that they needed her heart to stop Overgirl from dying.

“Our leader is almost here, he insisted on being the one to carve your heart out himself.” Overgirl smiled at them, white teeth standing out from her blood red lipstick.

“Your leader? I thought evil Oliver over there was your leader.” Sara spoke up, jerking her chin at Dark Arrow who was leaning against a pillar keeping an eye on Overgirl and their captives.

“Oh no, I’m the leader’s right hand man and he trusts me to follow his orders to the letter. No our leader is a great man and was the one to take over our Earth, he will show you no mercy if you cross him as I’m sure Tommy told you before he died.” Dark Arrow crossed his arms, his eyes flashing as a smirk played at his lips.

“Anyone we know?” Sara snarked and Overgirl threw her head back to laugh loudly.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll be surprised.” She purred as blue lightning sparked around the room and Barry took a step back as his eyes widened, recognizing the presence of the Speed Force as a stone settled in his stomach.

“No, please no.” Barry whispered as a man in a far too familiar red suit appeared with blue sparks arching off of him.

“Sorry I’m late, I had some rebels to deal with in person.” Barry Allen of Earth X pulled his mask back and a familiar face looked out at the Earth 1 heroes.

“No.” Oliver and Kara whispered sounding like they were just punched in the gut while Barry’s legs gave out on him and he sank to the ground.

“Welcome Leader.” Overgirl and the other SS members all dropped to one knee with their fists over their hearts.

“Thank you all, now I see you found your heart donor? How interesting.” Leader sped over to Kara and gripped her chin tightly in his fingers, forcing her head up and side-to-side.

“Perfect health, once we get some red sun radiation into her body it will be like slicing through butter to get her heart out.” Leader grinned with all teeth at Kara who swallowed hard at the look this version of Barry was sending her.

“You don’t have to do this yourself Leader, you should be waiting for us to deliver this world to you.” Dark Arrow stepped forward; obviously not liking the fact Leader was out in the open.

“Are you questioning me Oliver?” Leader’s voice was soft but sounded dangerous as his voice was distorted as his vocal cords vibrated.

“No Leader, I’m simply saying you don’t need to be here for this.” Dark Arrow pushed on before gasping when Leader was in front of him, holding him up off the ground.

“Do not tempt me Oliver, you know I can kill you before you even draw your next breath or I can make it last for hours.” Leader held his free vibrating hand as he tilted his head to the side as he considered Dark Arrow who was grasping at Leader’s hand.

“I’m sorry Leader, I will not question you again.” Dark Arrow promised.

“See that you don’t.” Leader sneered as he dropped Dark Arrow back onto the ground before turning his back to the gasping archer.

“Now let’s get this show on the road, after all it’s been some time since I’ve been able to open someone up.” Leader gave a crazed smile before clapping his hands and darts were shot into the horrified Earth 1 heroes necks, sending them unconscious and crashing to the ground again.

Barry was fighting against the drug and managed to push himself up onto his elbows, Leader crouched down in front of his counterpart and yanked Barry up by his hair.

“The difference between you and me Flash, is that when I came face to face with the men who took my parents from me… I slaughtered them and I never stopped. The only way I could never be hurt again was to make sure to kill everyone who could and well if I took over the world in the process then so be it. Food for thought Flash and don’t worry I’ll make sure your Supergirl feels every moment of her heart being cut out of her.” Leader smirked before punching Barry in the face so hard the brunet was knocked unconscious.

“Take out the trash would you? We have a heart transplant to begin.” Leader dusted his hands off as he stood up.

~~/~~

“We have a problem!” Barry skidded into the cortex of STAR labs, sending papers flying even as Caitlin and Harry leapt to their feet looking around worriedly.

“Where are the others? What happened?” Caitlin asked looking around.

“They’ve been taken to Earth X!” Barry exclaimed, worry in his voice.

“Well we have to wake Cisco up then! We need a breach and fast!” Harry took a step towards where Cisco was still unconscious.

“So he’s their way home, good to know.” Barry smirked as he pulled his mask off and Caitlin’s eyes widened as Killer Frost emerged.

“You’re not Barry.” She growled as she created ice spikes in the air around her.

“Smart girl, see we need STAR labs and I can’t have any of you in our way.” Leader smirked as he took off running, easily snatching the three out of the cortex and dumped them into their own cells. He easily spotted the approaching heroes from Star City and put them into their own cells before he opened up the doors to allow Overgirl, Dark Arrow and his soldiers into the labs.

“Get Supergirl prepped for the operation.” Leader ordered as he spun around in Cisco’s desk chair, watching as his orders were followed.

“Thank you for doing this Leader.” Overgirl stood at his side.

“I can’t loose my best general to something pathetic as a heart condition.” Leader looked up at her, his face softening slightly.

“Still, thank you.” Overgirl lowered her head in gratitude and blushed when he pressed a kiss to her forehead as he stood up.

“Think of this as an investment into our army taking over this world and then Earth 2 and onwards.” Leader stated before he sped into the operating room where Supergirl was being pumped full of red sunlight.

“Oh you’re awake, now the fun can begin.” Leader smiled brightly at the sight of Supergirl’s eyes fluttering open.

“Oh Barry, what happened to you?” She whispered weakly as she flinched back from the red lights that were sinking into her skin, making her feel weaker and weaker with each passing moment.

“I watched my parents get murdered in front of me, I went from one horrid foster home to another before I was 18. I spent years watching horrible people get away with things because others were too weak to stop them. I decided I would be the one to stop them and when I was hit by lightning that fateful night, I tracked down my parent’s murderer and killed him. You know what happened then Supergirl? I never felt more powerful and I kept going and going until I took control of my Earth.” Leader prodded Supergirl with a scalp just to test out how tough her skin was.

“Your Barry and I are not so different, if he just tipped over that line we will be the same. It seems he’s too weak for that right now, but I’m sure my Earth will change that.” Leader huffed as he threw the broken tool away before dialing up the power of the red sun emitters.

“Now while we let you soak up these rays Overgirl is here to keep you company. I have things to do, but don’t worry I’ll be the one to cut into you to extract your still beating heart while you watch.” Leader promised as he pressed a mocking kiss to Supergirl’s cheek with a loud smack before he sped away.

“Oh my god.” Iris covered her mouth as she slumped back against the vent wall.

“So Barry is the ultimate evil on Earth X and he’s going to tear Kara’s heart out… How can this get any worse.” Felicity swallowed hard as she clenched her shaking fists together.

“We have to find Cisco and the others, they will know what to do… They will have to.” Felicity tugged a shaken and pale Iris to her feet.

“I just can’t believe it…Oh Barry.” Iris whispered as she led the two of them toward where the pipeline was located.

“He’s not our Barry, he’s not the man you are going to marry. He’s not, he’s twisted and evil and we are going to stop him along with evil Kara and Oliver.” Felicity promised not trailing off because if she trailed off she would feel like she needed to finish the sentence with one of the horrible thoughts that was flying around in her head.

“You’re right we will stop them, all of them but one step at a time right? We have to hurry we have no idea where their Barry went and how soon he will be back to start on Kara.” Iris’ eyes turned steel with determination as her pace increased. She wanted these evil doppelgangers off her Earth so she and Barry could get married in peace!

“You sound like you have a plan.” Felicity hoped.

“I have most of a plan.” Iris corrected getting a weak smile from the other woman.

“Let’s just hurry before evil Barry comes back and gives Kara some more nightmare fuel.” Iris shook her head to get herself back into the game as they approached the pipeline.

“You got it.” Felicity agreed as they picked up their pace.

#The Flash #supergirl #arrow #legends of tomorrow #Barry Allen/Iris West #Felicity Smoak/Oliver Queen #Earth X Au's #Earth X Barry Allen #Earth X Oliver Queen #Earth X Kara Danvers #Evil Barry Allen #FallenQuen2

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By No Constraint (chpt 72)

SS x Danse

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Thanks to my amazing beta, @waiting4morning, for her wonderful work!

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This is the final ‘main’ chapter. Next week is the epilogue.

Major Brotherhood/Danse spoilers.

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Family Ties

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Michelle Cooper was a mess. She lay curled up in a bunk at the top of the ship, thin and unwashed, her hair greasy and unkempt. Her face was pale, her eyes blank and unseeing, staring past Quinn, who was crouched down next to her.

“Did you hear what I said?” Quinn asked, giving Michelle’s shoulder a little shake.

Michelle flinched and snapped her gaze to Quinn, blinking slowly. “What?”

Quinn bit her lip. She had avoided going to Cade to ask about Michelle’s condition, because she didn’t want another prolonged goodbye with Carson. Everything that needed to be said had been said. Quinn couldn’t do it again. But Michelle was clearly in a bad way. Quinn had heard the rumours, how she’d been taken off active duty and given time to recuperate, to no effect. Instead, Michelle was deteriorating.

“Josh,” Quinn repeated gently. “I’m leaving to do work in the Commonwealth. Josh asked to go with me. If he went with me, it would be unlikely you��d see him again. I know this is a hard thing for me to ask you, but Josh wants it, and I think in the long run—”

“Take him.”

Quinn stopped. She gawped at Michelle Cooper, the speech she’d prepared to convince Michelle to let Josh go collapsing to dust. There was a long silence while Quinn tried to get a hold of herself. Michelle Cooper returned to staring at the wall.

Eventually, in a strangled voice, Quinn managed to say, “You’ll never see him again, Michelle. Are you sure?”

“I can’t look after him,” Michelle replied, not bothering to meet Quinn’s eye again. “I can’t even look after myself. It’s for the best.”

Quinn had expected more of a fight. Now she hadn’t got it, she was at a loss what to do. She studied Michelle for a moment and then said, “Do you want to say goodbye to him?”

“No.”

Anger rushed through Quinn like wildfire, and it took everything she had to hold her tongue. Instead, she gave a nod she was sure Michelle couldn’t see, stood up, and left. Quinn wasn’t going to waste her time on such a pathetic, selfish—

She breathed hard through her nose as she stomped through the ship, her mind racing. How could anyone be so disinterested in a child? Even grieving, Michelle still had a responsibility to Josh, still had to set the example and keep herself together.

The look on Josh’s face when he’d pleaded with Quinn to take him with her surfaced in her thoughts, and she felt a stab of guilt. The desperation, begging her for an escape. The despair when she said no. She’d had no idea. No idea it was this bad.

The disgust coursing through her was near overwhelming. She just couldn’t understand how little Michelle cared for Josh. He was reliant on her for love and support, and instead she just moped in her bed, with no thought for anyone but herself.

As Quinn seethed, she slowly became aware that her anger wasn’t entirely directed at Michelle. Sure, she was furious with Michelle, but there was something else too. It needled at her, scratching her with guilty memories until the wounds bled with self-loathing.

This could have been her. It nearly had been her. This was what Charlie faced that night, when she’d drank herself into oblivion. Scared enough to traverse a dark and dangerous wasteland for help. Scared enough to reach out for Danse.

Never again. Never again.

Danse had saved her. Saved them both. He was everything she wasn’t: calm and controlled. Thoughtful. Responsible. He really was her better half, brought out the best she could be. She loved him.

Quinn swore there and then to remind him of this fact when they were reunited. She didn’t tell him enough.

For now, though, there were more important, pressing things to deal with. It didn’t take her long to locate Josh, questioning the staff on the ship, as well as the other squires. He was in his room.

This was news to Quinn, who assumed that the Coopers slept in the open bunk space with the rest of the soldiers. But as it turned out, only Michelle lived in the shared bunks. Josh lived in a ‘family room,’ as had his parents when they’d been alive. The idea of three or more people being crammed into one small living space while the officers had their own private accommodation annoyed Quinn a little, but she decided not to dwell on it. Soon it would no longer concern her. At least they’d let Josh keep the room for the time being.

She knocked on the door and heard the sound of scuffling from within, followed by light footsteps. The door opened and Josh peered around the edge, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Can I come in?” Quinn asked.

“No.” He went to shut the door again, but Quinn jammed her foot in the gap. She heard him snarl and lean on the door, with little effect.

“Go away!” he grunted, opening the door and slamming it on her foot repeatedly. “Just...go away!”

“Squire Cooper!” Quinn snapped, and despite himself, Josh stood to attention.

He blinked, surprised at himself, and then glared at her. “What?”

“I have some questions for you. On your mother and father’s lives, I need you to answer them truthfully.”

Josh’s face paled, before slowly tinging green at the mention of his parents. “What kind of questions?”

“I’d rather talk in private. But whatever you answer, I’m not going to tell anyone else. This will stay between us. I promise. Now can I come in?”

His face darkened, but after a second he stood back in a silent invitation. She strode inside, her eyes trailing around the room. There were three beds, two of them pushed together, and another in the corner. The decor was sparse, one peeling Fancy Lads snack cakes poster on the wall, and a bookcase crammed with medical journals and old, classic novels. Next to the makeshift double bed stood a gleaming rifle—well cared for, but clearly old. Quinn wondered if it still worked.

“My mom’s,” Josh said sullenly, walking to the double bed and standing in front of it, as if trying to shield it from Quinn’s eyes. “My dad gave it her when they first met. She never wanted to take it out but always cleaned it.” He cast his eyes to the floor.

Quinn kept her distance. She was already intruding on a sacred place, and she didn’t want to impose any more than she had to. But it could all be worth it with some care and a bit of luck. Quinn took a deep breath. “How do you feel about synths?”

“Weapons of the Institute that will cause the destruction of humanity,” Josh said at once. His speedy reply betrayed the rehearsal behind the statement.

Quinn folded her arms, glaring at Josh until he reddened and dropped his gaze. She stared at him a little longer, and then said, “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not—”

“Don’t lie to me, Josh. I know how your mother felt about synths, and it wasn’t that.” Quinn wasn’t entirely sure if this was true—after all, Vivian Cooper had only ever defended Danse to Quinn—but the tone of their last conversation suggested she’d never seemed particularly threatened by synths. Quinn was banking everything on this assumption.

There was a long beat of silence, and then Josh shrugged. “I don’t really see anything wrong with them. My mom said they can’t help how they’re made. My dad used to look mad when she said that, until...until Paladin Danse died.”

Quinn’s stomach turned. “What happened when Paladin Danse died?”

Josh’s face crumpled, and she remembered that he used to idolise Danse. Josh bit his lip before saying, “Mom told me that Paladin Danse was a good man, even if he was a synth. She didn’t think he was a traitor. She said he probably didn’t know.”

“What did your dad say about that?”

“He...he didn’t say anything. But he didn’t look angry, either. Just sad. I think he agreed with mom but didn’t want to talk about it.”

Quinn’s heart suddenly felt light. This was what she had been hoping for. Maybe not a perfect opinion, but the foundations for acceptance. Vivian and Stephen did right by their son, it seemed. But she had one more question.

“How do you feel about ghouls?”

Josh scowled. “They’re gross. And dangerous.”

Quinn raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think that?”

“Well, like my mom said, they can go feral. Eat you! I mean, I know synths kill people too, but the Institute is gone now, so they can decide what they want to do. But ghouls will always be like that. They’re monsters.”

Well, she was never going to get everything she hoped for. But it was more important that Josh tolerate synths, what with Charlie and Danse. And if Danse himself could learn to accept ghouls over time, then Josh could too. Adults were far more stubborn over bad habits and beliefs than children.

“Thank you for being honest with me, Josh,” Quinn said, straightening up.

Josh looked surly again. “Fine. Can you go now?”

“Sure,” Quinn said. But as she turned to leave, she glanced over her shoulder and added, “Or...you can come with me.”

Josh drew in an audible breath, his mouth slightly open. “What?”

“I spoke to your Aunt Michelle and Elder Maxson, and they both said if you want, you can come with me.”

“Don’t,” he whispered, going pale again. “Don’t prank me. This isn’t funny.”

Quinn smiled. “No prank. We can leave as soon as you pack your things.”

Josh stood as still as a statue, staring at her. His bottom lip began to tremble, and then suddenly he burst into tears. He ran to her, throwing himself at her. Quinn crouched down and held him tight.

“Go on,” she said into his ear when he eventually calmed down a little. “Go get your stuff.”

Josh broke away from her and nodded, wiping fruitlessly at his streaming eyes, before picking his mother’s rifle up and setting it carefully on his bed. Then he got onto the floor, scrambling under the frame and pulling out a box.

Quinn stood in silence for a while, watching Josh collect the little he owned. Whatever Danse said, this was still a risky thing to do. There were so many things that could go wrong. A high potential for her to lose everything. But like Danse insisted all those months ago, if Quinn could change her decision, would she? If the answer was ‘no,’ then she had done the right thing.

The look on Josh’s face was all she needed. He was coming home with her.

Danse picked up the Brotherhood flag off the floor, letting the fabric run through his fingers. He’d left it until the very end, avoiding the moment where he’d inevitably regret his disrespect towards it.

Brotherhood, through and through.

It didn’t matter how much he hated their methods, their betrayal of him, or the consequences of their dogged mantra...he was Brotherhood. He was a soldier. And he still cared about them.

Danse sighed and closed his eyes, kneading his forehead with fists still clenched around the flag. This was why he’d sent an encrypted message to Haylen so she could stay in contact with him. Why he’d packed up everything into his Brotherhood armour. He hoped Quinn would forgive him for leaving the new set behind. There were too many memories. Too much blood and pain and friendship trapped in the old, rusted plating.

Thinking of Quinn was sombering, though, and slowly he lowered his hands, letting the flag trail at his feet. Was Quinn alright? When would she be back?

As if on cue, the elevator rumbled to life. Danse quickly stashed away the flag in the compartment of his armour and clambered inside, before picking up his rifle. With any luck, it would be Quinn. But if not…

To his great relief, it was Quinn. And she had a companion with her.

Joshua Cooper stopped dead as he saw Danse, gripping at Quinn’s arm. Even from this distance, Danse could see the boy’s knuckles had gone white. His eyes were wide and fearful, and he stared up at Danse with great trepidation.

Danse set down his weapon on the nearby table and got out of his armour, trying to set Josh’s mind at ease. It seemed to work, and Josh slowly let go of Quinn’s arm, though he still looked apprehensive. Josh glanced at Quinn, who gave a small smile and gently pushed him forward.

“I...I knew your parents,” Danse said gruffly. “Worked with both of them for years. They were fine people. I’m...I’m sorry for your loss.”

Josh nodded, his bottom lip trembling. But then he squeezed his fists and any sign of upset disappeared. “My mom didn’t think you were a traitor. She said you were too nice. Too…” Josh fumbled for the word, “noble. That you wouldn’t betray any of us.”

“I didn’t,” replied Danse, the feeling of gratitude towards Vivian Cooper making him near dizzy. “I didn’t know what I was, and when I found out…” He shot Quinn a nervous glance. “I tried to make sure I was executed for it. Quinn convinced me otherwise. And I’ve kept my distance ever since, to make sure I didn’t pose a threat to the Brotherhood again.”

Josh considered this. “The Institute is gone, right? That means you’re safe. Because they aren’t there to try and control you anymore.”

Danse looked pained, but he nodded. “That’s right. I’m free.”

Josh raised his eyebrows at Quinn. “Is this why you didn’t want me with you, ma’am?”

Quinn went red. “Yeah. I didn’t know how you’d take it.”

Josh nodded solemnly. “Sensible.” He shifted his backpack and smiled. “But I’m glad you decided to trust me. Let’s go.” He stared up expectantly at them. No questions asked. No concerns. He talked like a soldier but accepted like a child.

Quinn and Danse looked at each other.

“Yeah. Let’s go,” she said, smiling at him.

“Quinn, wait, I…” The guilt was needling Danse now, so he could barely breathe. “I’m taking Brotherhood armour with me. I can’t leave it behind. I just…”

“Too many memories?” Quinn asked, and he nodded. “I thought you might. No big deal.”

Danse blinked at her. Didn’t she understand? “But you risked your life to get me the new set.”

“We can come back for it another day.”

“But what if it’s stolen?” His voice sounded childish, persistent. Danse cringed a little, but she clearly wasn’t getting it. She needed to know exactly what he was giving up, and reprimand him in turn for treating her gift so…

His thoughts cut short as Quinn got out of her own set of armour, emptied its contents, and walked across the room with her arms full. She approached Danse’s X-01 series, packed it up with her things, and then climbed inside. Danse stared at her.

“Your armour is important to you,” she said, her voice sharp behind the helmet’s sound filter. She strode over to him and patted him on the shoulder, almost knocking him over in the process. “Not enough space for all three of us at once. We’ll meet you up top.”

She held out her metal plated hand to Josh, who frowned. “I’m not a baby, ma’am.”

Quinn laughed. “Fair enough.” She gestured for him to follow, and they walked into the elevator together.

The doors closed.

I love her, Danse thought dimly to himself, overwhelmed by her gesture. She acted as if it was an easy decision—and maybe it was for her—but Danse could barely think for his gratitude.

I love her. I should tell her more often.

The scowl on Charlie’s face spoke volumes. He sat on the sofa, surrounded by comics, eyeing Josh with blatant dislike.

Josh looked equally wary. Quinn and Danse had explained to him on the way that Charlie was a synth. This seemed to unsettle Josh, but he didn’t comment on it. Now he was staring at Charlie like he was a bomb about to go off. Quinn didn’t blame him. Josh could quickly adjust to seeing Danse again, because he knew him, and because his parents had been open minded. But Charlie was an unknown quantity: uncertain...unsafe.

“Danse, why don’t you get Josh settled?” Quinn said pointedly. Danse nodded and ushered Josh into the next room.

“Why is he here?” Charlie hissed at once, in a tone that suggested highest treason. Quinn knew what he was thinking. She had brought another child into their home. Replaced him. This needed to be stopped before it truly got started.

“His name is Josh and he’s staying with us from now on,” Quinn said, before adding forcefully, “I don’t want to hear it!” as Charlie made to argue with her again.

She crouched down next to him and waited until he met her eye. He looked a mixture of furious and upset. She kept her voice low as she said, “Honey, you are my son. Nothing will change that. But I couldn’t leave Josh behind. His parents were murdered...and it was my fault.”

“How was it your fault?”

“I didn’t get to the fight in time. I let people down.”

“So you’re feeling guilty?”

Quinn winced. Nothing like the honesty of a child. “Yes. I am. But I’m also responsible for him. If his parents weren’t dead, he’d have somewhere to go. Family to be with. The least I can do is try to look after him, make sure he’s okay. But I need your help to do that.”

Charlie fidgeted. “Does he know I’m a synth?”

Quinn nodded. “He knows, and I think he’s a bit nervous. You’re the second synth he’s ever met, and…” An idea hit her, and she quickly seized it. “And you need to show him that synths are just normal people. That’s the only way things are going to change, by showing other people that synths are nothing to be scared of.”

“I’m just a kid,” Charlie said with a frown. “Why do I have to do this?”

“Because…” Quinn sighed. It was a good question, and the answer was unfair. “Because kid or not, you are a synth. You are always going to have to defend yourself against people that don’t know any better. Danse is the same. So where better to start than with someone your own age? You never know—you might make a friend.”

“I don’t want a friend,” Charlie replied moodily, folding his arms. “I don’t need a friend.”

“But Josh does. So please try. For me?”

Charlie pouted.

Quinn decided that was as good as she was going to get. She kissed Charlie on the head and stood up. She could talk about it again later. For now, better to see how Josh was getting on.

Danse passed her in the corridor, mumbling something about sleeping arrangements and disappeared out of sight. Quinn walked into Charlie’s room to find Josh sitting cross-legged on the floor, slowly unpacking his things.

There wasn’t a lot. A few pieces of uniform—some of which Quinn suspected had belonged to his parents, judging by the size—a couple of books, scrap that had been cobbled together into little statues, a rolled up poster, and a very battered action figure with a missing arm. Josh looked up as Quinn entered, and quickly stowed away the toy.

Quinn smiled. “You’re allowed toys here, Josh.”

“Oh.” Josh pulled out the toy, which Quinn recognised as Grognak the Barbarian, and set it down on the floor. “We were allowed them, but…”

“The grown-ups would tut about it?”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Well I won’t tut about it.” Quinn indicated to the stacks of comic books and toys she’d managed to salvage for Charlie. “You’re a kid.”

Josh’s eyes went wide. “Are they all his?”

“Yeah,” said a high voice behind them. Quinn turned to see Charlie hovering in the doorway. “What, never seen a comic before?”

Josh shrank away a little and shook his head. “No. Not this many.”

“They didn't keep comics on the ship?” Charlie edged closer, frowning.

“Some of soldiers kept them, and Proctor Quinlan had a lot. But the squires…” Josh shrugged. “Elder Maxson selected us so we could learn. Playing was a bad thing. A distraction of duty.”

Charlie rolled his eyes. “That's stupid.” He walked past Josh, eyeing the Grognak figurine on the floor, and began sifting through his precious collection. He unearthed several Grognak issues and tossed them to Josh. “Here.”

Josh picked them up, his mouth falling open in shock. “Wow!”

“Not to keep,” Charlie said quickly, shooting Quinn a nervous look. “Mr. MacCready gave me them. But you can borrow them for a while.”

Josh stared at Charlie like he was a god descending from the heavens. Charlie blinked after a few seconds of awed silence, and then turned slightly red, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. He pointed to a colourful issue with a scantily-clad woman on the front—Why am I letting him read these things again? Quinn wondered—and said, “Start with that one: The Legend of the She-Squid. It’s the earliest issue I have.”

Josh nodded and opened it, but his brow furrowed almost instantly. “Wait, who is The Vixen?”

“Oh, that’s one of Grognak’s nemy—nemming—nemma—” Charlie peered at the front page of the comic, and then carefully said, “Nemeses. I think that means they fight each other and stuff. But he has a crush on her too. They kiss sometimes.”

Both boys pulled a face, caught each other’s eye, and then giggled. Charlie walked over, sat down next to Josh, and picked up another comic, advising Josh read that one after he was done with the She-Squid adventure.

Quinn left them to it. They didn’t even look up as she slipped away. She made her way back towards the living room, feeling a bit more settled. With any luck, there wouldn’t be any more issues, aside from typical sibling squabbling.

As she came back into the main part of the house, Quinn noticed Danse had already begun to unpack things from his armour. The Brotherhood flag was hung carefully on the wall. Quinn smiled. He still had a lot of baggage to work through, and she’d be with him every step of the way.

As if on cue, Danse tottered back into the house with a grunt, lugging a bed behind him. Quinn ran over to help him get it through the door, and then set it down in the living room. Danse wiped his forehead, panting, and gave her a grateful smile.

There were light footsteps, and Charlie poked his head from the corridor. “What are you doing?”

“Bringing a bed in for Josh,” Danse huffed, leaning against it. “Not sure where to put it yet, though.”

Before Quinn could say anything, Charlie replied, “Oh right. Put it in my room. Then Josh can look at my comics without taking them anywhere.” He disappeared back down the corridor, and a moment later Quinn heard him say, “So they took you on missions with them?”

“Yeah,” Josh replied, his voice muffled by the walls. “I’ve seen a super mutant up close. They’re really big.”

“Are super mutants like ghouls?”

“Kinda. They eat people too.”

Well, they seemed to be getting along at any rate. Quinn let Danse catch his breath while she absent-mindedly looked about the room. Her eyes fell on the flag pinned to the wall for a few seconds, before she glanced back at Danse. He had noticed where she’d been staring, and was now scarlet.

“I’ll take it down if you want,” he blurted out, moving around the bed in such a rush he tripped over the frame and nearly fell over. Quinn held out her hand to stop him, her palm on his chest as she bit back a laugh.

She looked up at him, trailing her fingers from his chest to his neck, before finally resting it on his cheek. “It’s important to you,” she said, tracing his lips with her thumb, “so it stays.”

Danse made an odd noise in the back of his throat and suddenly pulled her close. The kiss was long and tender, the stress that had plagued them since the day they’d met falling away. Danse pressed his hand to the small of Quinn’s back, while she wrapped her arms around his neck, never wanting to break apart. But they did, and they stared into each other’s eyes, oblivious to all around them.

“I—” they both said at the same time, before fumbling apologies and urging the other to speak first.

Danse laughed and ran his free hand through her hair as he kissed her forehead. “I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. Dragging me from rock bottom and making me see my own worth. Showing me I am capable of standing on my own two feet...and that there was a life after the Brotherhood.”

“Everything I helped you with, you deserved,” Quinn said, cupping his face with her palms as she kissed him again. “You make me a better person just by being yourself. Things aren’t so hard when you’re around.”

His cheeks grew hot at this, but he smiled all the same. “I love you.”

Quinn leaned against him and closed her eyes, smiling as Danse rested his chin on the top of her head. She snuggled into his chest and said, “I love you too.”

Danse squeezed her, but then they both looked up running footsteps came up the corridor, and Charlie and Josh ran into the room. Both boys halting, staring at Danse and Quinn, and then Charlie pulled a face.

“Ugh, Mom!” he exclaimed. “Dad! Gross!”

There was a long pause as Charlie’s words settled. Everyone looked from Danse to Charlie, both of them going scarlet.

“Um…” Charlie fidgeted, glancing between the two adults. “Do you mind if I call Mr. Danse that?”

Quinn and Danse looked at each other, and almost at once there was an unspoken understanding between them. Quinn turned back to Charlie, smiling. “If you’re comfortable with that, honey, then it’s fine with me.”

“And me,” Danse said, nodding.

Charlie looked delighted. “Cool!” He turned to Josh. “Come on. Let’s go play with Dogmeat.” He gestured to a beaming Josh, and the two boys ran from the house. Seconds later, their laughter and Dogmeat’s barks filled the air.

All Quinn’s worries about Charlie and Josh dissipated. She turned to Danse with a smile. “I think we’ll be alright.”

#fallout 4 #paladin danse #ss x danse #sole survivor x danse #by no constraint #story #writing

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How do you think Sakura & Sasuke from SA would act like when they're a couple at a theme park like Six Flags? I went last weekend for the 1st time & this one couple kept showing up @ the same rides as us. The girl kept saying she was brave enough to ride the front car & then once the "click" of the bar sounded she'd whisper "I immediately regret the decision that led me to this point". The guy just would shade her in line with his body/make jokes @ the photos taken of his friend during rides.

Sorry but I couldn’t fit my whole message! But that couple just kept reminding me of Sakura and Sasuke from your fic. The bf kept being snarky in a joking way and the gf was quirky with her “I can handle any ride but maybe not” attitude. Plus their friend was basically the equivalent of how Naruto is with ramen but with orange chicken from Panda Express.

anon, you don’t know how happy you made me for thinking about my silly little fic while you’re in Six Flags (i mean. you’re in Six Flags!! seriously. are you kidding me?? aahhh!!)

so, here. have a fic of how I think SS will be like in an amusement park ft. Naruto.

(also, check out my other Strange Attractions outtakes)

“We don’t have to ride itif you don’t want to, Sakura.”

“Shut up! Who said I’m toochicken shit for this? I can fucking ride it just fine!”

“I didn’t say you weretoo—oh, for fucks sakes.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes asSakura left to line up on the biggest roller coaster at The Hidden Leaf AmusementPark. The line was long and the heat is unbearable and Sasuke is regrettingever suggesting going in this godforsaken place for Sakura’s birthday in thefirst place.

The decision was somethingsimple enough—and incredibly stupid now that Sasuke looks back on it—when he remembereda conversation where Sakura mentioned in passing that she’s never been to anamusement park before. Like, what normal young adult has never even been on acarousel ride before? And Sakura always thought Sasuke’s childhood was sad.

So, when March 28throlled in, Sasuke marched himself at Sakura’s apartment at the ungodly hour of7am, brandished two tickets to THLAP and told her to “Get dressed. I’m givingyou the best gift in the history of humankind.”

Sakura, glaring up at himbleary eyed and with an impressive bed hair in tattered pajamas, croaked out,“And what the hell would that be?”

“A fucking childhood.”

Right as they were walkingto Sasuke’s car Naruto came bounding up the lobby and when he heard it wasSakura’s birthday and they were going to the park insisted he come alongbecause “Two is hardly enough for a birthday bash but three is a party!”despite Sasuke’s glare and his dark mumble of “No, three is a fucking crowd.”

And so here they are, inline at the biggest and scariest ride in the park, The Hokage. It has threegigantic loops, a zigzagging trail with a 98% chance of the riders gettingflung off the ride, three twisted rails guaranteed to make you fear for yourlife and make it flash right before your very eyes as you plunge to your deathof a 500 feet vertical drop with a speed of 250km per hour in four seconds. Thefirst time Sasuke rode it was the day he felt what real unadulterated fear wasand was the loudest and longest he’s ever screamed in his life.

Sakura is practicallyvibrating beside him. He’s not sure if it’s the nerves or she’s finallyrealized she doesn’t want to actually live anymore and is excited to cross theafterlife. The bright look on her face and the nail biting is a great contrast.Then again, the look on her face is just a tad too bright bordering on panic.

And because Sasuke is alittle shit he decides to make things more interesting.

“Can’t be helped then,” hesighs. “Alright, Sakura. Since it’s your birthday I’ll let you hold my hand onthe ride.”

That got her attentionenough to stop biting her nails and turn a glare at Sasuke.

“Excuse me? You’ll let me hold your hand? Oh, gee, Sasuke.How considerate of you. You’re practically a saint. I don’t think I deservesuch generosity.”

“Mm. I know. And because I’mso generous, as an added bonus I won’t even tell anyone you screamed bloodymurder all throughout the ride and begged to get off. Total silence. I swear.”

Sakura’s glare just uppedand if looks could kill Sasuke would be six feet under by now. He keeps himselffrom laughing aloud at the sight.

“Who says I need to holdyour hand? Who says I need to hold anyone’s hand? And hell yeah I’ll scream!But it’ll be because I’m having the time and the thrill of my life!”

“Thrill of your life myass. Look at you. You’re pale, shaking, and you’ve bitten your nails to hell.”

“Shut up, Sasuke! I bet you cried when you first rode this hellcar. Knowing you, maybe even puked your guts out.”

Sasuke gave her an amused lookthat screamed ‘Really? Me?’ before he scoffed, smirking as he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, you crazy harpy.Offer still stands.” He said placating and in a tone that suggests he’s havingway too much fun at her expense. “I won’t say anything—not even if you cry.”

Sakura’s eyes widened asher nostrils flared. Sasuke had successfully poked the sleeping dragon awake.

“Alright. That’s it. We’reriding at the front fucking car.”

Ten minutes later foundthem at the front of the line but Sakura insisted on going on the next one sothey could sit at the front. The ride operator just looked at them, rolled his eyes,and mumbled “Thrill-seekers” under his breathe but allowed them nonetheless.

When it was their turn,Sakura tugged at Sasuke’s wrist and hurriedly got on. The operator rambled onthe usual safety precautions but it all went over her head as she stared downat The Hokage’s trail and it became clear to her that this is how she’s goingto die.

“I’m regretting any and alldecisions I have made in my life that led me to this point.”

“You can still hold my handif you want.”

“Shut up, Sasuke! Youstupid—“ was the last words she said before it morphed into the shrillest andmost blood curdling scream Sasuke has ever heard.

—

Naruto found them slumpedon a bench half an hour later.

Well, Sasuke was slumpedbent over his knees. Sakura was happily munching on cotton candy and sippingcola.

“Where the fuck were you?”Sasuke said as soon as Naruto came bounding up to them.

“Gorging myself with thegenius creation that’s fried ramen.” He turned to Sakura who offered him someof her cotton candy. “Fried fucking ramen,Sakura! Can you fucking believe it?! Ramen you can actually eat while walkingwithout worrying about spilling broth! What a time to be alive!”

“Carnival food sure is…interesting,huh?”

“You bet!”

“Interestingly disgusting.”

“Shut up, Sasuke.” Narutosaid whilst cramming more cotton candy in his mouth. “Yo, what did you guys dowhile I was away? Let’s head towards the games sections next.”

“We went to ride TheHokage. It was the most thrill I’ve ever had in my life. I screamed a lot.” Sakurasaid as they walked towards the game stands. Sasuke muttered “Yeah you did” andSakura elbowed him lightly on the ribs. “Sasuke let me hold his hand because he’s so nice. I thought I was gonna die.It was awesome.”

“Right?! Oh, man that’s myfavorite ride ever!” He took another pinch at Sakura’s cotton candy. “Wait.Sasuke let you hold his hand or you lethim hold your hand?”

Sakura laughed and Narutoleaped out of the way as Sasuke attempted to swipe at him.

“Say, did you know? Sasukepuked and cried the first time we rode The Hokage. Man, that day is still oneof the best days of my life.”

There was a pause in whichthey all stopped walking, Naruto a few paces ahead, before Sakura turnedgleeful maniacal eyes at Sasuke and Sasuke turned to Naruto with a look ofmurder.

“I fucking knew it!”

“Naruto, you’re dead!”

#but why is sasuke so adamant at holding sakura's hand???#writing #sa!extras #strange attractions #modern!au #au #sasusaku #sasusaku fanfic #team 7 #naruto #sasuke #sakura #Anonymous #replies

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