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mom-dont-like-it · 2 years ago

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A Friend. Happy Valentine's Day!

"Boring," Mina sighed sadly. She stretched her legs. The girls were sitting in Yaoyorozu's room. They had come to finish their group work. "And hot."

It had been one of those very hot days. The students were studying hard because there wasn't much time before the exams. Jiro, Yayorozu, Mina and Midoriya decided to get together to finish their assignment. But they didn't think that in this hot weather, the last thing they wanted to think about was studying.

"If you have nothing better to do, we can continue our work," Izuku said. She did not take a break from her notebook. She had received a message about three minutes ago. She was writing something.

"Boring!" Mina had a look at her friend. "Hey Midoriya, what kind of writing is that? I thought you'd decided to rest."

"We didn't, you did." Jirou corrected and came into the room. "I've got something to drink."

"Finally!" Mina breathed out as she took a bottle of cold soda. "Ah, it feels good."

"This fan is useless," Midoriya grumbled. She wiped her hands so as not to spoil her notebook.

A strong gust of wind picked up the light curtains. It sent them flying across the room. Jirou jumped up to them and held them in place so that they would no longer be in the way. Yaoyorozu came out of the bathroom at the same time. She was holding some colourful fans.

"I thought it might help us," Momo smiled. The girls squealed with delight. They grabbed the fans that were meant for them.

"How sweet you are, Yaomomo!" cried Ashido, throwing herself into her friend's arms. "How sweet..., so cute. You don't mind if I keep it. Do you?"

"Of course you do." Momo replied with a smile. "I have made it especially for you."

"Thank you, Yaoyorozu-san." Midoriya thanked her and took the fan from her hands. "These are beautiful. "

"Oh, come on." Yaoyorozu mumbled shyly. "Thanks a lot."

"Still, what are you writing there?" asked Mina, taking a sip. She bent over and had a look at the notebook. "It's that notebook you always carry with you. Isn't it?"

Midoriya smiled warmly. She flicked through the slightly rough pages, which were completely scribbled in her own handwriting. Small sketches of heroic costumes and even the occasional quirk could be traced here and there. The notebook was only half filled, though it had been kept for several years.

Midoriya looked at the outstretched hand in curiosity. She handed the notebook to Mina. The girl leafed through the pages. Only at the end did she find something interesting.

"Oh, what's that?" Mina asked, pointing to the small inscription at the very end of the book. The handwriting was familiar to her. She smiled mischievously and waited for an answer. "Letter to love?"

"What do you mean?" Midoriya asked as she picked up the notebook. To her surprise, she actually noticed a short sentence that had been written in a hurry. "That's the first time I've seen it. "

"What is it?" Yayorozu asked, sitting closer. Jiro followed behind her as well. "Sorry?"

"Do you have any idea who might have been the writer? "Mina asked with the same slyness in her voice. She couldn't hold back a smile.

"But it can't be him." Midoriya muttered. "It can't be him, right?"

Memories whirled through Izuku's mind. Cruel words spoken in the heat of the moment, burned pages and looks of guilt. Were they spoken back then? Especially those which were so desirable.

***

Back in high school, it happened on the 14th of February. Mitsuki decided to invite Midoriya's family for dinner.

"While she was cooking in the kitchen, Bakugou called out, "Hey, Katsuki! "Get over here right away!"

There was a knock on the door from the first floor. Loud footsteps could be heard.

"Stop stomping! It's getting on my nerves!"

"What do you want?" Bakugou asked reluctantly.

"Inko is going to be here soon. Did you get the chocolate ready for Izuku?"

"Why?" muttered Katsuki and picked up a knife. He stood next to her and helped his mother cut the food.

"What do you mean, why?" shouted Mitsuki, waving her arms in the air. She had a moment's thought and then another: "Okay, you won't have time to cook. They'll be here any minute. Then go and run to the nearest shop and get yourself some chocolate as a present for them."

Since Bakugou resisted and Mitsuki was adamant, he went out the door to the nearest shop that might have what he needed. After passing a few counters, Katsuki heard a familiar voice.

"Have you decided, dear?"

"Not yet, Mum. Please wait a little more."

Bakugou came closer. He stopped a few centimetres away from the girl. Choosing between several boxes, Midoriya crouched down. Bakugou looked around the shelves. When he had chosen a suitable one, he tapped Midoriya's head lightly with the box.

"That's better," he said. He chuckled inwardly when Midoriya jumped in surprise.

"Kacchan?" Midoriya called out as she got to her feet. "You are here! Oh, I had a mind to... Never mind.

"Do you need anything? Just let me know before I change my mind. "

"Midoriya mumbled, "Ah, you don't have to.

Bakugou mumbled something reluctantly. He picked up one of the boxes Izuku was looking at.

"Oh, Katsuki?", Inko exclaimed at the sight of her friend's son in the shop. - I didn't think: We'll see you here. Well, then we'll have a walk together.

Surprisingly, this day had begun quietly, despite the fact that the relationship between Midoriya and Bakugou had remained strained lately. However, this remained the case until a certain point.

"Speaking of studying: Izuku, have you decided where you're going next?"

There was a moment of silence at the table. Midoriya looked away. Inko looked nervously at her daughter. She wanted to change the subject, but Izuku spoke first.

"Me," Midoriya started, but Katsuki's gaze was a source of hesitation. "I don't have my mind made up yet."

"I know it's complicated enough, but don't prolong it. Otherwise, it might be too late later."

After they had finished eating, Mitsuki suggested that Izuku go upstairs to Bakugou and talk while they stayed in the Dining Room.

"I told you to forget it," Katsuki said. She looked him in the eyes. "It's just stupid."

Midoriya clutched the notebook to her chest and muttered under her breath: "This is my dream, stupid or not. I have to have a go at it anyway."

Bakugou exhaled angrily, barely holding himself back, but when he saw Midoriya's brave look, he couldn't stand it any longer. The katsuki grabbed the notebook and blew it up.

"This is not your future," Bakugou roared. He went over to the window and held out a hand with the notebook.

"Wait!"

"Do you want to die?" shouted Katsuki and with a single movement, she threw the notebook out of the window.

"No!" Izuku cried pitifully. She ran up and looked outside. "Why?"

She scrambled out of the room, telling her mother in her last words that she'd be the first to come home, and rushed outside. It was not long before she was in search of the notebook. It was lying on the floor right under the window of the room. Looking up, Midoriya stumbled upon the curtained window. The light was out.

A month passed in silence. Nearly all the records were hopelessly corrupted, but Midoriya's memory was good enough to start restoring them. Time passed without her noticing. The beginning of spring had not been felt by Izuku at all.

The 14th of March fell on a day off. So Midoriya sat in her room and finished her homework. She hadn't planned to go out, so she wasn't expecting anyone. A knock at the door seemed odd. Inko was in the shop and wouldn't be back for an hour or so. Izuku went to the door to see who might have come to see them.

As he approached the door, Midoriya opened it slightly. But when she noticed the familiar clothes, she opened it in surprise.

"Kacchan? What are you doing in here?"

Instead of answering, the boy held out a small package. Without waiting for an answer, he headed for the stairs leading downstairs. Midoriya followed him until he was completely out of sight. Then she closed the door. Izuku hadn't expected a gift in return, even though it was a white day. Only then did the girl dare to open the package after she had gone to her room. The small rectangular object was wrapped in bright paper. In spite of the simple wrapping, it was obvious that it was a very elaborate package. Izuku unfolded the pleasantly crispy wrapping and pulled out a bulky notebook. It looked similar to the one Katsuki had ruined a month ago. Would you call that apologising?

Midoriya knew that it was really an apology only now, after all this time. For some reason, Katsuki had chosen to write the short word "sorry" at the very end, so Midoriya didn't see it right away.

With a sharp movement, Izuku jumped up and startled her friends. She ran out of the room and made her way a little bit further down the corridor towards herself. It took a couple of minutes and she found a box of spicy chocolates in her cupboard, a little bit wrinkled. Today was the 14th of February and Midoriya had bought a package for Bakugou out of habit, but had changed her mind. But now she was sure that the present had to be given, when she saw the inscription with the apology.

Approaching her friend's room, Midoriya went downstairs to the boys' wing.

"It's for you!" when the door opened, an embarrassment that came out of nowhere made Midoriya blush and she held the box in front of the boy. Noticing Bakugou's perplexed expression, she looked up shyly. "I... the writing... isn't it?"

Izuku couldn't string a few words together. So she just handed over the box silently and walked away.

"Yeah," Bakugou said and accepted the box.

"It's a friendly chocolate, don't you think."

"Yeah."

#bnha au #fanfic #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x midoriya #bnha #bakudeku #katsudeku

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h3artf3ltint3nt · 4 months ago

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Kiry

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: October 14th

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍: Libra, balance which is v important to Kexin lol

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 5'7

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒: cosplay, reading, historybounding

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: pink, purple, wine red

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: currently MDZS

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Fix You by Coldplay lol

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖: last movie, Descendants: Rise of Red. Last show? depends if it's last show I finished it would be Divine Destiny. If it's last show I watched an episode of, it would be House of the Dragon

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: Finished Stars of Chaos 1 by Priest, currently reading Erha 4

𝐈𝐍��𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: friends, favorite characters, pinterest, ADHD lol. I take a notebook to work with me everyday in case I get ideas

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐑𝐋: her saber's name is Xīn Yì, which is a name that represents one's heartfelt intention towards someone (yes it was named after her intention to care for her sworn brothers and bring honor to the sect). I added the 3s in place of e's so that it matches my twitter username lol

𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓: umm....I want to be an archaeologist. That's kind of interesting? And I've been role playing for like 18 years? Though that's counting non-internet, when my friends and I would write notes that were role play at school lol. My first muse was Kimberly Hart from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers

I was tagged by: @battleguqin

I am tagging: @meihuasmight @dcstinyscdgc @roscvcins and whoever else wants to ^^

#dash games #ooc #about me

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or-something-better · 1 year ago

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November 16, 2022

Nightly RP (Ruby played Bela Sam played Demon Parker)

Sam

Slipping the gun back into it’s case, I close it and move it over to the onto the ‘completed stack’. Looking at the arrangement of weapons on the table before me, I try not to feel daunted by the amount of time this inventory process is taking. Afterall, this entire thing was all my fault anyway, since it was my computer program that we were uploading the information too. Picking up an ornate knife next, I scan the ledger for it and see that it isn’t listed. Hey, Henry… See what you can find out about this, would you?

Patience

cataloging some weapons with Sam Ruby and Henry

Ruby

Here's the next one, Meg... Lamar Archaeology: Mississippian Chiefdoms in the Deep South. Author is Mark Williams.

Sam

Okay Patience, here we go… Item Number 2474 Anelace, it’s obviously an ornate medieval long dagger I turn it sideways and can just make out an old crest. Says House of Glenn… I’m guessing about 14th century, maybe.

Meg

writing it down in a notebook labeled "dungeon spellbooks", I comment slow down, that's a long one. I smirk a little

Patience

grabbing my pen and paper writing down everything Sam throws at me to catalog got it Sam

Henry

helps out with the books. Puts them in the correctly goes on the computer

Crowley

I pour another round of drinks and smirk looking over at Bobby You did good out there old man.

Bela

What about me? I helped too!

Bobby

Why thank you, Crow.

Crowley

I smile indulgently You did well out there too darling. It's just Robert needs a bit more encouragement being.... out of practice and all.

Bobby

Oh yeah, you helped alright. I say sarcastically and scoff Hey, I'm just as good now as I ever was!

Bela

Raising my glass Anything is better than cataloging. I’d have become a librarian if I wanted to do that.

Crowley

Mhm, I'm sure you are darling. I raise a glass A toast to our success

Ruby

Here, here! I down the shot.

Bobby

sighing and shaking my head, I raise my glass.

Crowley

My phone rings and I check the number, not recognizing it and answer. The words on the other side only serving to piss me off further. Hanging up, I look to my companions. The drinks can wait, we're leaving.

Bobby

I give you a look What? We earned it! Whatever it is, it can wait.

Bela

We just got here! What’s so damned important?

Crowley

I hold up my hands cutting them off I'll explain later. Close it up, we're leaving.

Bobby

With a grumble, I get up and start closing up shop. The good thing about liquor is that it don't have legs and walk away when you're gone.

Crowley

I round everyone up after and we vanish

Sam

I look up to Patience waiting for her to finish writing down what I’d just said. Ready? Okay, add to that 17th century Armenian...

Patience

following Sam's orders I write down 17 the century Armenian got it Sam next

Meg

writing down the last title, I shake my hand out man, I didn't realize we had that many! I'm getting a cramp!

Henry

keeps typing away how close are we to being done?

Ruby

Let's take a break and get something to drink.

Meg

Standing up with the notebook in hand sounds great!

Crowley

I appear with my hostages

Patience

jumps as the guys from the bar pop in SHIT WHAT THE HELL GIVE A PERSON SOME WARNING WHY DON'T YA

Bobby

I appear, arms folded

Sam

I jump involuntarily when the others just pop in Damn it, Crowley. Would it kill you to use the door like everybody else?

Ruby

Glancing over at Meg as we enter the map room, Anything in particular you want to drink? Hearing Patience, I look over seeing Bela, Crowley, and Bobby.

Henry

Crowley!

Meg

walking with Ruby into the map room oh, hey guys! What are you doing here?? Thought you were out hunting?

Crowley

I snarl and start pacing as soon as we arrive, conjuring and snuffing out a fireball as I do so. Is this everyone here?

Sam

Not sure what Crowley’s getting at with that question, so I’m a little hesitant to answer uhhh, yeah… I think so. Pretty sure everyone else went out earlier.

Patience

answering Crowley yes it's all of everyone else bailed

Crowley

I mutter under my breath before ceasing my pacing I suppose you'll do. I calm myself and stare down the group. I got a call today by some upstart demons. They want to make a move for my throne.

Bobby

Do you know who's playing against you?

Meg

hearing crowley explain his anger, I start fidgeting extra and avoid everyone's eyes

Crowley

I shake my head in frustration and conjure a drink

Ruby

Watching Meg, I notice something’s off. She seems really nervous about something. Hey, Meg. Everything ok?

Meg

Um... yea. It's just.... really nervous with crowley in the room I met with some.... demons a while back. They were asking me if I would join them... not looking at crowley specifically, I murmur take the throne from crowley. putting up my hands in supplication to crowley I told them no! I told them they were stupid! They were small time. No way I was doing that! finally looking at Crowley

Sam

REALLY Meg?!

Henry

goes to climb on Crowley for a hug

Crowley

I roar with anger and surge forward, slamming Meg against the wall by her shoulders How small-time are they Now? Hmm Sister

Sam

Unprepared for Crowley’s anger, I move forward and try to intervene OW! Whoa whoa… let’s all just calm down a little, okay?

Patience

What!!!! Meg are you serious

Bobby

my brows go up at this. and I flinch as you're thrown into the wall.

Meg

trying to get free like I said! They were small time! There was no way they could take it from you!! I told them fuck no!!

Henry

Please calm down. Hug your anger out keeps hugging Crowley

Meg

Please crowley! I'm sorry!!

Crowley

I relax and step back rubbing Henry's back I'm calm, I'm calm. I pause for a moment. You all need to go to hell....pun not intended. But we need to find out everything we can.

Sam

Not in a huge hurry to return to Hell after just getting out of the Void, I shake my head I’m not going anywhere until I get this mess taken care of. You��re the King of Hell, I’m sure that anything going on there, you’ve got that covered. Right Crowley?

Patience

thinking hell no thanks. Um hell well no I'm good staying to help Sam hells you guys thing.

Henry

I’m staying with Sam to help. Not feeling like going to hell today

Bela

I’ll come! I can be of help somehow.

Crowley

No Bela, out of the question. I say firmly.

Ruby

I can give you a hand, Crowley. No telling what’s going on down there.

Crowley

Thank you Ruby, you'll be most helpful.

Bela

What?! Why should Ruby be able to go but I can’t?! I’m not a helpless damsel you have to take care of all the time!

Crowley

No Bela, you're not coming.

Bela

What sort of reasoning is that?!

Crowley

This isn't just your run of the mill hunt Bela. This is Hell, a coup. It's dangerous, I want you safe.

Bela

Not necessarily buying his explanation, I know when to choose my battles. Fine! But I don’t like it!!

Bobby

Well, if none of you are up for it, I guess I have to step up, don't I? I say, hands in my pockets, a bit nervous Count me in.

Crowley

I look shocked at Bobby's agreement but takes Bela's hand I want Ruby and Meg just because they know Hell already. I let go and go to gear up

Meg

nodding my head solemnly, not wanting to piss crowley off more

Crowley

Gather round everyone. Let's leave.

Meg

stays near Crowley

Crowley

I grab Bobby and nod before we vanish

Bela

I give Crowley one final look, hoping it's not the last

Sam

Before they leave, I catch Ruby's eyes and mouth the words Be Careful

Ruby

I quickly give Sam a wink

Meg

appearing in hell with the others, feeling ashamed I didn't say something sooner to Crow

Crowley

As we arrive in hell, I look to the people who have joined me There's only two possible demons stupid enough to do this. Parker and Mastif. We're splitting up and Meg is coming with me because......trust issues.

Meg

Yes sir. nodding

Ruby

I’m familiar with Parker. I know where he hangs out when he’s here. Bobby, you want to come with me?

Bobby

Lead the way. I say a bit distracted by the fact I’m back in freckin' hell...

Ruby

Popping us closer to where I think Parker might be, I lead Bobby over and point out his cubicle.

Crowley

I grab her elbow and lead her towards Mastif

Meg

being pulled along I'm coming.

Bobby

No one's home.

Ruby

Don’t be so sure. He’s a sneaky one. Let's go. Carefully opening the door, I take a quick look and see it's clear. Come on. We don't want to stand here too long.

Bobby

I look around cautiously, expecting a demon to come out at any second. Then I’m called over.

Ruby

The room looks the same as the last time I was here. There are items strewn around waiting for trade or sale. Bela would have a field day here!

Bobby

on my search, I find a list that looks to be spell books under a bottle of which I DO NOT want to know what! What in the...

Sam

A Loud Crash comes from the hallway

Ruby

Walking around the room, I step on a board that gives off a loud squeak. Bouncing on it a couple of times, I kneel down and see a board that’s loose. Pulling it up, I take a look into the space below it. Jackpot! Reaching in, I begin to pull out Angel Blades! 3…4…5… Damn!...Reaching around to make sure I didn’t miss anything, I feel one more. 6! I think Parker cornered the market!

Ruby

Hearing a crash, I turn to Bobby. What the Hell was that? Getting up off the floor, I head for the hallway.

Bobby

I don't know. lets go find out.

Meg

nearing a cave I point at it I think that's his spot.

Crowley

And you just happened to know Exactly where it was? I ask suspicious look at this photos.

Meg

ducking into the cave, I look around the mess this place is trashed! looking at the photos on the wall that's Harvell’s. Isn't it?

Crowley

Yes. However, I don't recognize this warehouse.

Meg

taking the other photo this is a warehouse near Ruby’s place. looking around again Why would he have these? I've got a really bad feeling crowley.... looking toward the cave entrance

Crowley

We should go back, something feels off.

Meg

nodding vigorously let's go find bobby and Ruby.

Crowley

I nod and head back down the hallways with purpose

Meg

arriving at parkers "cubicle" I notice ruby and bobby are nowhere to be found

Crowley

I look around concerned There's clearly been a struggle. They must have found something.

Meg

Heeyy, crowley? searching through the debris where are they? I find a floorboard pulled free Maybe we should get back to the bunker? looking to Crowley

Crowley

You're right Meg. We need to regroup I say finding nothing and grab her before vanishing

Sam

I wait for Bela to finish what she’s writing. Bela, you ready for the next one? I hold up the Throwing Star for her to see.

Bela

Writing down everything Sam says, I grumble. World class procurer and here I sit playing SECRETARY!

Patience

going through the books cataloging them one by one. Boy there are a lot of books on Armenian culture

Henry

Yeah we do

Patience

naming of each book for Henry I'm suddenly not speaking anymore but in a vision I'm moving in slow motion walking around Ruby and Bobby seeing them in trouble and about to die shaking head I have to tell the others

Henry

runs to her what you see?

Sam

Patience!

Patience

Um guys Bobby is at Harvell’s and Ruby is in a random warehouse

Sam

Moving to her side, I listen to her newest vision. What?! That’s it? Patience, are you sure? Try to replay it and make sure you didn’t miss anything. It could be really important. We need to find them now.

Bela

Gleefully throwing down the ledger, I toss the pen after it, raising my hands Thank God!! No More Writing!!

Crowley

I appear with Meg looking worried

Meg

arriving back at the bunker with crowley, feeling like crap Hey guys, we... um. Found some stuff. showing them the pictures

Henry

Where are Ruby and Bobby?

Meg

shifting awkwardly that's what we didn't find. They're missing.

Sam

Already grabbing my jacket and making sure the Demon Blade is secure in its pocket. I’m going to find Ruby

Bela

I can go to Harvelle’s! Without waiting, I grab my Ralph Lauren Double-Breasted Lambskin Leather Blazer and start putting it on.

Patience

feeling useless I love those guys and don't want anything to happen to happen to them but I really don't think there's anything Henry or I can do to help

Henry

I don’t think my telekinesis are going to be useful today

Sam

It’s okay Patience. You and Henry stay here and hold down the fort. Tucking the pistol into the waistband at the small of my back, I pull my shirt down to conceal it. If anyone comes back tell them what’s happened… and if you get anything more, you call me right away, alright?

Crowley

Grab your weapons Bela. We're going after Bobby. I say steeling myself

Bela

I grab my Gucci Soho Leather Flap Shoulder Bag and pull out my Glock G43. Ready!

Patience

Will do Sam and hey all of you come back safe

Meg

I'll go with you Sam. putting a few extra blades into innocuous pockets and hiding places

Sam

I nod at her Great. Thanks Meg I grab my backpack and reach over to touch her shoulder. Ready

Meg

waving at patience and henry, we vanish

Crowley

I take Bela's arm and we vanish together

Patience

waves at Meg as she vanished

Sam

Staying hidden beside an outdoor storage area, I can see the warehouse across the street. The 4 men I could see appeared to be stationed as lookouts, and not just the usually employees you might ordinarily see. Meg… are they demons?

Meg

looking at the men they are. How do you want to do this?

Sam

Of course they are, at least I knew that we were in the right place. Looks like that door on the end is the only way inside.

Meg

Yea? seeing another demon appear coming through the door Sam just talked about you sure about that?

Sam

Look, Ruby’s in there, I’m going in Meg. We’ve all got a better chance of walking away from this if you’ll get us both inside that place.

Meg

OK. Fine. Grabbing Sam’s arm, I pop us into a nice dark corner of the warehouse

Crowley

I pop Bela and I outside the bar It's surrounded, we'll need to be careful. I'm going to pop you into the cooler I remove my coat and place it over your shoulders. I'll come get you when I'm inside.

Bela

What?..Wait!...No!

Crowley

I pull Bela close and shut her up with a brief kiss Be quiet until I get you. You can scream at me as much as you want after.

Bela

Oh, you can rest assured there WILL be screaming! Which I convey through my stare!

Crowley

I smirk a little and vanish you inside before turning and confidently striding into the bar

Patience

sitting at the table trying to concentrate shit trying to get everything in order I slammed a book shut. Dammit I feel so helpless I should be out there helping I try to say to myself"

Henry

hearing her muttering I sit beside her they will be fine. There’s nothing we can do besides sit here and make sure we have drinks and food for them ready. side hugging her

Patience

hugging Henry back Henry I appreciate you for saying that but how do you know?

Henry

shrugs they also are fine or find a way out. Plus we got demons on our side too.

Sam

Keeping to the shadows inside the warehouse, I’m slowing leading Meg along the outer-most wall of the building. I can see office-like rooms off to the right and figure that’s the most likely place to hold a captive.

Meg

following Sam, as stealthy as I can, we move toward the offices and I see a door open. I freeze midstep

Sam

Moving around the door in one smooth fast motion, I bury Ruby’s blade in the demon’s chest up to the hilt and smile with satisfaction as the flash of light signals his final death. One down. Glancing at Meg, I let the demon sink to the ground and then wipe the blood off the blade on his shirt. Nodding towards the now open door, I signal to her we’re going through it.

Meg

nodding at Sam I follow. When we go through the door I see 2 more demons "guarding" a door, I look at Sam

Sam

Stepping into the new hallway, I see its guarded by two more demons. Breaking to the left around Meg, I rush forward and crash hard into a much shorter demon.

Meg

taking Sam’s lead I charge the other demon knocking him down

Sam

Getting shoved backwards, I catch my shoe on a broken piece of cement in the floor and stumble a few steps. Regaining my footing, I shoot a swift glance at Meg, see that she’s holding her own, and re-engage the demon before me with renewed fury. After a couple swings, that were blocked at the last second and one solid punch to the face that may have broken my nose, I stab the demon deep in the side of the neck. His final scream cut short, as the tip of the blade exits through his vocal cords.

Meg

as I try to sit up from fall the demon squirms and tries to shove me off, almost managing, hitting me in the face, but I slide a nice long knife from my sleeve and ram it in his heart, killing it

Sam

Standing up and breathing hard, I see Meg is the victor of her fight as well. With a wave of my hand I indicate the door the two had been guarding. Crossing over to it, I yank it open and rush inside.

Meg

I nod at Sam to go ahead and follow him inside

Crowley

I stride into the bar, clocking two demons behind me

Demon Parker

Boldly entering the Roadhouse that had always been thought of as the domain of Hunters, already felt like a Win. Dragging along beside me the cuffed and compliant demon Sam Winchester would surely come for, was just further icing on the cake. Throwing her roughly to the ground, I point at one of the demon’s standing over Crowley and bark an order. Don’t take your eyes off her.

Ruby

I slam into the floor, hitting my head in the process. Enough to see stars but still conscious. Just you wait, asshole! I glare at him!

Crowley

I stare in shock and stare in shock at seeing Ruby but compose my expression

Demon Parker

You look surprised, Crowley. Surely even you know that the younger Winchester would go directly to the bitch’s side… and with Bobby Singer already dead… I can’t help but laugh She seemed the next best thing.

Bela

Taking out my phone, I call Patience at the bunker, filling her in. I am in the cooler waiting, at least that’s the plan, for him to open the door.

Crowley

I laugh you're more stupid than I thought If you believed I actually care about them. I roll my eyes. No, I'm just here to kill you for thinking you could dare and try to usurp me.

Demon Parker

Laughing harder. Now that IS just funny, right there. Walking closer to the former so-called King of Hell You know, I can’t even imagine how someone as… mediocre… as you, ever held the Throne. Laughing again But no more…

Patience

seeing Bella's name pop up my phone I quickly answer it are you ok

Bela

Trying to keep my teeth from chattering I’m in a damned freezer! Even with Crowley’s coat on, I’m freezing in here! He had better hurry or there will be hell to pay!

Patience

putting the phone on speaker so Henry can hear be safe Bela wish I were there to help

Crowley

I just shake my head and subtly snap my fingers to unlock the freezer Oh If I'm mediocre then you really should be wearing a dunce cap.

Bela

Just then the door opens!. Gotta Go! I have some Demons to kill! Hanging up, I toss the phone into Crowley’s pocket and take out my blade and quietly leave the cooler.

Henry

Be safe and have fun killing demons

Patience

worried as Bela hangs up damn Henry

Bela

Carefully I make my way toward the front, not encountering any demons on the way. Staying hidden, I see Crowley sitting in a chair. Getting his attention, I nod my head toward him.

Henry

What

Patience

I think now would be a good time to pray putting my phone down

Henry

Dad not going to answer or Cass

Sam

Surprise sweeps over me when the room is empty except for one demon. Where is she?

Crowley

I nod slightly in Bela's direction

Bela

Waiting, I slip behind the bar, unnoticed and wait for just the right opportunity.

Meg

walking in behind Sam I freeze, looking around..... at nothing and no one

Patience

Mastif. Well well well Sam friggin Winchester coming to save his girl. Surprised she's not here dumbass

Patience

Mastif not who I expected but oh well you should enjoy the show I do have something I need to finish here

Sam

I glance at Meg and realize that she knows this demon.

Meg

turning my head toward Sam in a question like the fuck?

Patience

Mastif waving my hands throwing Sam against the wall"

Sam

Before I can say anything else, I’m thrown backwards and hit the wall hard, unable to move.

Meg

my eyes go black as mastif puts Sam on the wall

Patience

Mastif. walking around Meg shaking my head at her t't't why did you not want to join us instead you chose to stay with these peons

Meg

Shaking my head at this stupid demon you guys are out of your mind mastif! There's no way in.... well, hell you will be able to take throne from crowley. He the fucking king! You'll never get it. looking back at Sam

Patience

Mastif. shaking my head at her again join us now demon and maybe you might get to live

Meg

taking a step closer and pulling out another blade Not on your life!

Patience

Mastif t',t't I'll be right back demon whore. Mastif dragging bobby by his collar I stand in front of Meg so she and Sam can see what I've done to him"

Sam

Bobby?! Even though he appears bruised, I’m glad to see that he's still in one piece. But where the hell is Ruby?

Bobby

As I come out, I look all kinds of pissed off. I'm bruised up, bleeding, got a black eye... if it isn't for my hands being tied, i wouldn't hesitate to rip this bastard apart. Oh hey! Friends are here! At last! FINALLY! YA IDJITS COULDN'T GO A LITTLE FASTER, HUH??? No... no... calm...

Meg

seeing Bobby, my heart starts to beat faster

Patience

mastif. pulling up a chair and sits in it flinging this human to the floor in front in front of me

Bobby

I let out a short cry as I’m pushed to the ground. I offer Sam and meg a weary smile. At least someone came for him. I can’t think of anyone better to.

Patience

stroking Bobby's hair like he's my on personal puppy

Bobby

Back to my pissed off face. I try to move away from Mastiff, grimacing.

Meg

as I watch mastif petting bobby like that my blood boils don't touch him you skeezy fucker! moving in closer to attack

Patience

Mastif with a wave of my hand throwing Meg to the wall next Sam

Sam

As Meg slams into the wall beside me, I try to struggle against the power holding me even more. Mastif!!

Meg

I drop one of my blades as I am thrown across the room

Patience

Mastif raising my eyebrow in Sam's direction

Sam

So, all this because you have designs on Crowley’s Throne… I laugh sardonically You? Maybe you think roughing up women and old men makes you powerful, but you’re just a joke.

Bobby

SAM! MEG! ohhhhhh yeah. I’m gonna gank this man bitch

Patience

Mastif standing abruptly dropping the drunk beat up human to the floor what the hell do you know about it?

Sam

I clamp by teeth tightly together as Mastif advances, relieved to see that he’s forgotten Bobby for the moment. No way you’ve got what it takes assume the title King of Hell… it’s only a matter of time before one of your hostages stabs you in the back.

Bobby

I grunt, falling flat on my face. I only half register that the knife is in my reach. I’m too absorbed by current events at the moment. Then I come to my senses and grab the knife slowly as not to attract attention. I hide it under my leg and sit up.

Meg

I keep my eyes on bobby, and give a small nod, telling him to do it

Bobby

I nod back, determined to finish this.

Patience

Mastif. Blowing bobby kiss as I look back to Sam and Meg what do you think of my new boyfriend. He'll be a nice queen of hell

Bobby

OH GAG! When Mastiff isn’t looking, I pull myself to my feet. I run at him with the knife in hand. I thrust the knife into the his back into his heart as he gets out the boyfriend bit. Sorry to break your heart, but not even in your wildest dreams!

Patience

Mastif. Letting out a loud roar as I feel the blade going through back to heart. ROAR FALLING TO THE GROUND

Sam

Suddenly released from the wall, I reach and clap Bobby on the shoulder. Thanks Bobby. You okay? I’m almost afraid to ask. Do you know anything about Ruby?

Meg

falling to floor thanks bobby. Nice job. I stand next to Sam looking at bobby. Still kinda surprised it's not ruby here

Bobby

Yeah, I'm fine all things considering. A little creeped out. but fine. She's at the bar.

Sam

Harvell’s? We need to get there, come on... Meg can you take us?

Bobby

The idjit didnt' know who he was messin' with, I grin proudly

Meg

looking from bobby to Sam and back again I say um, maybe we should call patience and henry. Let them know about bobby at least? shrugging so they can stop worrying a little?

Sam

I see the logic in what she says, there is no way I want a rash decision on my part to put Ruby in any further danger. Pulling out my phone, I hand it to Meg. Here, you call them. I start to pace while I wait.

Meg

taking the phone I dial patience's phone

Patience

answers my phone putting it on speaker for Henry to hear what's going on Sam

Meg

putting it on speaker so we can all hear meg, actually, but yes. We're here, and so is bobby.

Patience

Oh thank thank you what about Ruby I have Henry here too

Meg

I guess she's at the bar. We are gonna there next. Help crowley, if he needs it.

Patience

Ok sounds like a plan should you send bobby here?

Meg

Yea, that's sounds good. You guys take care of him, he's beat up pretty good. I'll send him in a minute.

Patience

We're waiting we'll take care of him

Meg

OK. Talk to you later. hanging up the phone, I look at bobby you ready?

Patience

Please be safe we want you all back safely

Bobby

Fine. If you insist I'll go back to the bunker.

Patience

hanging up my phone and waiting for Bobby

Meg

I do. winking at him and waving my hand at bobby he vanishes back to the bunker, I look at Sam you ready? putting the phone in my pocket

Sam

I hold on to Bobby Hurry Meg

Meg

we vanish to the bar

Crowley

with Bela behind the bar, I turn my full attention back to Parker and smile indulgent Pray, tell me. Why do You think you'd be a better king than myself?

Demon Parker

Chuckling again Who better? I hold up my hands indicating myself Face it Crowley. As soon as you threw in with this Hunter lot, you were finished. Pacing back and forth before him, warming to the subject Every evil thing out there knows that you’ve gone soft and they’re all just lining up to take your place… We just decided to push ourselves to the front of the line. Stopping before him, I lean over and look him in the eyes. A pompous douchebag like you shouldn’t serve as dog catcher… you’re no King.

Crowley

I just smirk entertained Oh really, you think so? I snap my fingers and the demon on parkers left is teleported into one of my privet dungeons in shackles. Would you like to continue digging your grave?

Lower Demon

Master Parker, we should have put Crowley in a Devils Trap!

Bela

This is it! Rushing out, I hold my blade steady and slam it as hard as I can into the back of the demon while telling him No Shit Sherlock!

Crowley

I stand from the common bar chair and brush my jacket off with an unimpressed look towards the demon corpse

Demon Parker

Uggh, Ridiculous! I spin around planning to leave, only to find that the younger Winchester and Meg have arrived to join the party

Meg

appearing in the bar with Sam standing behind parker

Sam

Appearing in Harvell’s Bar, it only takes me a second to see that things have already started to go down. As the demon in the center of everything turns to face me. I take a step forward and ready for a fight.

Demon Parker

Hate radiates from me as I look at the crowd now gathered in solidarity against me and decide it’s better to fight another day. Making a snap dash for the door, I get my hand on the knob feeling the triumph of success.

Meg

I see Parker head for the door and let my demon killing blade fly, piercing his neck

Demon Parker

Lightning-like pain shoots through me and my body jerks violently before falling to the ground dead.

Sam

As the demon scum is dying my attention as already turned to Ruby. Rushing over to where she’s seated on the floor, I bend down and look her over. Ruby, you okay?

Ruby

Sitting up, hands still cuffed, I feel a trickle of blood sliding down the side of my head. Watching Meg kill Parker gives me a sense of satisfaction. Looking over I see Sam, and smile at him, wincing at my split lip. I’m okay, Sam. Just a bump or two. Let’s go home.

Sam

Helping her to stand, I slip an arm around her waist until I’m sure she’s steady on her feet. I know you do… but that’s probably not our best move right now.

Bela

Rushing over to Crowley, I give him a once over to see that he’s okay, then grab him in a bear-hug as relief pours over me.

Crowley

I turn and catch Bela in my arms I told you I trusted you to hold your own. I tighten the hug glad she's safe as well.

Meg

watching everyone embracing makes me think of Cass, and my good mood downshifts a bit. I clear my throat saying maybe we should get back to the bunker?

Sam

I reach out and touch Meg Let’s go

Meg

I take Sam and ruby and we vanish appearing in the bunker with Sam and ruby

Sam

Relieved to be back at the Bunker and see that everyone seems to be doing well. I turn to Ruby and feel sick at the beating I know she took. Come on, let’s get those cuts cleaned up.

Crowley

I appear at the Bunker keeping Bela close

Bobby

I sit at the map table looking like an unhappy camper with a shit load of wounds

Patience

sitting at the map table tending to Bobby's wounds I look up just as the others pop in. Oh thank goodness you all are finally back I've been so worried

Sam

Taking a small Med Case out of the cabinet, I open it on the map table and pull Ruby over pressing her to sit down. I can tell by the look on her face that she’s just about to insist to me that she’s fine.

Ruby

I’m fine, Sam!

Sam

I chuckle at her and cut her off. Don’t be a baby…

Meg

looking at patience hey. Sorry I left you guys to this cataloging on your own.

Patience

feeling relieved to see them back. Oh Meg we didn't mind at all.

Bela

Turning to Crowley, it’s time to bring up the elephant in the room between us. Tell me Crowley, is this always going to be a problem? You having to fight to stay on the throne while others try to take it away?

Crowley

I sigh and look down at her, taking her hands Probably. We put this rebellion down fairly quickly, so that should discourage any new ones for a while. But it's a hazard for any monarch. An even larger hazard for a monarch in Hell.

Bela

Somehow, that does not bring me comfort.

Henry

That will never end

Bela

Nor does that!

Ruby

Not being able to help myself, I have to add, Heavy is the head that wears the crown, eh Crowley? That crown is a bullseye.

Crowley

I roll my eyes Ain't that the truth lasse.

Patience

finishing up with tending to Bobby I stand up and walk over to Sam. Sam I'm really sorry I couldn't get the cataloging finished I just couldn't get my head into it I was to worried

Sam

Patience, that doesn’t matter. You did good. It was your vision that allowed us to get everyone back safe and sound.

Bobby

Thanks, Pay. I owe ya one.

Henry

hugs Crowley

Crowley

I turn and hug back

Meg

an idea coming to my devilish brain, I give patience an evil smile I can help now. And even better, crowley and Bela can help us. I look at Bela and snigger

Bela

Oh, no! I am not a secretary!

Patience

Na ya don't that's what I'm here for to help with whatever I can

Crowley

I laugh softly come now Bela, we can help. I'll even do the writing if it's that much of an issue

Patience

Oh thank you Meg maybe I can concentrate now

Bela

I can see I am not getting out of here any time soon! Fine!

Bobby

I offer you an appreciative smile. Well, I’m calling it a well deserved night’s sleep. Goodnight everyone! I head out, yawning. Muttering to myself: That’s the last time I let anyone take me to hell!

Ruby

I don’t know about you, Sam, but I’m ready to go home.

Sam

Ruby, that sounds really good to me, Let’s get you home...

Patience

nodding to Bobby night bobby

Ruby

Night everyone! I pop us to the apartment.

Patience

Night Ruby and Sam hopefully they heard me

Henry

Night

Meg

this has been a fun filled day. Hasn't it? I make drinks appear for all

Crowley

I chucks fondly and conjure us both drinks as I grab the catalog list At least Moose will appreciate my efforts

Patience

Oh thank you Meg I can use this as I laughed. What a day

Ruby

Thanks! I think I'm going to need this!

Meg

We can make this a fun cataloging drinking game. laughing

Ruby

Sam would kill us......let's do it!

Patience

Oooh sounds fun let's get it done

Meg

taking a sip, I sit down to write

The End

………………………………….

1. At the bunker Sam, patience, Ruby, henry and meg are cataloging everything(books, weapons, etc). Sam is looking at a weapon that doesn't have a catalog card and asks henry to do a little research to find it. Henry jumps on the computer. Patience is writing down everything he tells her in a book. Ruby is reading off names of books to meg who is writing them down in a separate book. Meanwhile Crowley, Bela, and Bobby are at Harvell’s having finished a small hunt with only 2 vamps. Crowley tells bobby he did good, and Bela asks what about her? Crowley replies she did good too, and Bobby makes a smart ass remark. They toast to each other saying hunting is better than cataloging any day. They start to get another round of drinks going when crowley gets a call from an unknown #. He answers it, listening, and is immediately pissed. He hangs up saying the drinks need to wait and they need to go to the bunker. Bobby says they earned a few drinks, and Bela start to argue too. crowley holds up his hands to stop them by saying he will explain later. They close the bar and crowley pops them to the bunker

2. At the bunker patience and Meg are trying to keep up with Sam and ruby when the bar group suddenly shows up, startling Sam and henry, patience let's out a little scream. Meg and Ruby come into the map room having completed the catalog from the dungeon and wanting a drink. They notice Bela, crowley, and bobby in the map room, crowley looking like he wants to kill someone. Meg asks what's up? Crowley wants to know if this is everyone in the bunker and Sam and Patience both say yea, it should be, cuz everyone else went out. Crowley takes a deep breath and tells the team he got a call, and explains that rogue demons are trying to put him off the throne. Bobby asks if he knows who it is, crowley just shakes his head. Meg hears this and gets really nervous. Ruby notices meg twitching more than normal and not meeting anyone else's eyes, and asks if everything is OK. She stalls for a minute then fesses up saying she met some demons a few months ago, and they wanted her to join them, and She told them no. The team is shocked and crowley slams meg against the wall. Asking her why she didn't say something sooner. She tells him it was cuz she thought they were small time with no way to carry out the threat. Crowley retorts how bout now? Meg apologizes profusely saying she had nothing to do with it. Crowley let's her go and tells the team they need to go to hell(pun), and find out anything they can. Sam says he is in the middle of cataloging the bunker and he won't go until he's done. Patience and henry both say they will stay and help Sam. Bela wants to go, but crowley puts his foot down and says no. ruby also wants to go and crow says fine. Bela throws a fit until crowley tells her this is different than a hunt, and he wants her to stay safe. Bobby says he will go too. Bela relents and is upset about it, Crowley yells her he wants meg and ruby to help because they know hell. They gear up as needed and vanish to hell.

3. The demons arrive in hell with bobby, and crowley says it could be only 2 possible demons that want him off the throne. Their names are Parker and mastiff. Crowley splits them up saying meg is staying with him because of trust issues, ruby says she knows where Parker hangs out and she will take bobby with her. Crowley and meg go look for mastif. When ruby and bobby get to parkers hide out, bobby comments it looks like no one is home, and ruby says don't be too sure. They look around and ruby finds a secret stash of (5 or 6) angel blades under a floorboard. Bobby finds a list of spellbooks tucked under a bottle of something on a table. They suddenly hear something crash in the hallway and go to investigate. Crowley and meg find the hideout in hell where mastif was staying (a cave). They find a few pics of Harvell’s, and a few of some random building, taped to the wall. Crowley says he doesn't recognize the warehouse, and meg says it's near Ruby's apartment. They all have bad feelings and say they need to get back soon. Meg and crowley go to parkers room to find bobby and ruby gone, and signs of a struggle in the hall. They go back to the bunker with what they found out.

4. At the bunker Sam is still going through the artifacts and weapons while patience goes through the books. Bela is writing everything down for Sam and bitching about being a secretary. Patience is telling henry a title when she has a vision of bobby and ruby about to die. Henry jumps up and goes to her. Patience tells them bobby is at Harvell’s and ruby is at a random warehouse near Rubys. Sam freaks out and says they need to find them now, and Bela throws her hands up and says thank God, No more writing. At that moment meg and crowley show up and tell them what they found. Henry asks where bobby and ruby are. Meg tells them that bobby and ruby are missing. Sam says he's going to find ruby, and Bela says she will go to Harvell’s. Patience says she doesn't want anything to happen to either of them, but she doesn't think she or henry will be any use to them. Henry agrees with her. Sam says it's OK, and they can stay and finish cataloging. They both agree. Meg says she wants to help ruby, so her and Sam gear up and leave. Crowley tells Bela to get some weapons, and they too vanish.

5. At the warehouse near Ruby’s apartment Sam and meg are outside trying to see if they can find a way in. Seeing demons around the building and at the entrance, Sam says there's only 1 way in and looks at meg. Meg nods, and tells him if they do this it might not end well. Sam doesn't care and begs meg to take them in. She finally does agree, and they pop into the warehouse, in a dark corner. Meanwhile at Harvell’s bobby, crowley and Bela are also outside scoping the place out. Crowley says it's surrounded and Bela wants to charge in. Crowley tells her no, and says he has a plan. Bela asks what is and crowley says he is going to pop her into Harvell’s cooler, and gives her his coat. Crowley says he will come get her when he gets in there, and she tries to say no. Crowley shuts her up and tells her to be quiet until he can get to her, then she can scream at him. Bela is pissed but agrees. Crowley pops Bela to the cooler and then walks up to the bar.

6. At the bunker patience is working slowly trying not to worry, with no luck. She can hardly concentrate and starts talking to herself. Henry hears her muttering and comes to sit with her, telling her this is nothing, They will all be fine. Patience asks how does he know, and henry shrugs saying they always are, arent they, Plus we got demons on our side too. Inside the warehouse Sam and meg are being stealthy while looking around when a demon opens a door in front of them. Meg stops, but Sam keeps going shoving a knife into the chest of the random demon, hate and anger plain on his face. They walk through the door to find 2 more demons in the hall guarding a door. Meg and Sam both take a demon and kill it (Free run it). When the demons are dead Sam opens the door and meg follows him in.

7. At the bar crowley walks through the door with 2 demons tailing him. The demons make him sit in a chair and wait for their leader. Parker walks in with ruby being dragged behind. He throws ruby on the floor and looks at crowley, who is confused to see ruby and not bobby. Parker says he knew Sam would go to ruby's aide so he brought her here instead, And Bobby is already dead, laughing about it. Crowley says he couldn't care about them, he just wants to kill Parker for trying to take the throne. Parker laughs even harder, saying he has no choice. Crowley smiles and retorts, then snaps his fingers, opening the cooler door letting Bela free. Parker laughs seeing nothing happen. Crowley just smiles and waits for parker to do something. In the cooler Bela has called patience and henry, telling them she's in the cooler waiting for crowley to open it. Patience asks if she's alright and Bela says she's freezing, even with Crowley’s coat on. The door opens and she tells patience she's gotta go kill some demons, and henry says to be careful. She hangs up and puts the phone inside the coat, walking out of the cooler with a blade in her hand. Walking quietly toward the front she finds no demons to kill, but sees crowley sitting in a chair and motions to him. He nods imperceptibly and Bela slips behind the bar unnoticed, waiting for her opportunity.

8. As Sam and meg walk into the room, they don't see ruby or jo, and they ask mastif where they are. mastif ignores this and says it's not who he thought would come, but that's OK. He has something to finish and they should enjoy the show. Sam and meg look at each other like wtf!? Mastif pins Sam against the wall as he walks up to meg shaking his head, wanting to know why she didn't join them. She says it's cuz they're stupid if they think they can remove crowley. Mastif shakes his head again and tells meg to join him now, she declines. He tsks at her and says he'll be right back, walking into another room. He returns with bobby, bruised and bleeding, his hands tied, being pushed in front of meg and Sam who are speechless that it's not ruby. Bobby looks up through a black eye and tries to smile, thankful someone came for him, mastif sits in a chair and pulls bobby down to the floor in front of him, stroking his hair affectionately. This makes Meg angry, and she pulls out another knife, advancing on the demon. Meg tells mastif to leave bobby alone, and Mastif waves his hand and meg drops one of her blades as she is thrown to the wall beside Sam. Sam’s eyes go wide in disbelief, trying to struggle to get free he calls to mastif. Mastif looks at Sam and raises an eyebrow in question. Sam says he's pathetic that he has to tie up and beat someone in order to get them to do anything, smirking at mastif. This angers Mastif, and he stands up abruptly making bobby fall flat on the floor next to meg's knife. He advances on Sam menacingly, asking him what he knows about it? Sam smiles wickedly and says one of these days the hostage will stab him in the back. Bobby is stunned for a moment from being dropped, then grabs the knife slowly, hiding it under his leg as he sits up. Meg looks at him and gives a small nod, bobby nods back with determination in his eyes. Mastif looks back at bobby and blows a kiss to him, then turns back to meg and Sam and asks what they think about his new boyfriend being one of their loved ones, he will be a "queen" in hell. Unknown to mastif bobby pulled himself up as he was speaking and ran to him holding the blade in his hand. As mastif says boyfriend bobby shoves the blade into his heart from the back, killing him. Bobby says in mastifs ear "not in his wildest dreams". Meg and Sam are released from the wall and stand up, thanking bobby. Sam asks if bobby heard anything about ruby, and he says she's at the bar. Sam says they need to go there now and looks at meg. Meg is unsure that's a good idea and says they should let patience and henry know about bobby. They agree and call patience and henry and they suggest bobby come back to the bunker. agreed upon, meg poofs bobby to the bunker, and herself and Sam to the bar.

9. With Bela behind the bar crowley looks at Parker and asks why he thinks he would be better at ruling hell than himself, and Parker tells crowley that he's gone soft and isn't really ruling over them. That he’s a lazy, pompous douchebag. Crowley smirks and says really? He snaps his fingers again and the demon to his left is transported back to hell chained to the wall. The demon on his right gets scared and tells parker they should have put crowley in a devils trap. Bela comes out from behind the bar at full tilt slamming a knife into the demon, saying no shit Sherlock. The demon falls to floor dead and crowley stands from his chair as Sam and meg appear behind Parker. Parker let's out an exasperated sound and turns to leave finding his way blocked by Sam and meg. He stares around at everyone with loathing in his eyes, finally turning toward the exit, he makes a mad dash for the door. He tries to open it but not before meg throws her demon killing blade at him. It hits him in the neck and Parker falls to the floor in a heap, dead. The team look at each other and Sam finally sees ruby and rushes to her. She tells him she's fine, and she just wants to go home. Sam says that's not a good idea, but soon. Crowley and Bela embrace each other and meg stands off to the side saying they should get back to the bunker. They agree and they all vanish to the bunker.

10. When Sam, Ruby, Bela, Meg and Crowley return to the bunker bobby is sitting at the map table with patience tending his wounds. They look up as the group arrive and patience says thank Goodness! Meg says sorry about just leaving all the cataloging to her, but patience says it’s ok. Sam tends to ruby's injuries as Bela asks crowley if this is always gonna happen to him (taking of the throne). He says probably, but not for a little while now that they put down the latest rebellion so quickly. Henry quips that will never end. Patience, finished tending Bobby, walks up to Sam and says she's sorry, but she couldn't concentrate enough to do much cataloging, Sam just gives her a sweet smile and says it's OK. Meg strolls over and tells patience that she will help now, and crowley and Bela can help too. Bela hearing this tells them she is Not a secretary and she’s not going to do it. crowley tells her he will do the writing, and Bela pouts about it, but agrees. Bobby goes to bed, and Sam and ruby go back to Ruby's to clean up. Meg, patience, crowley and Bela get back to cataloging. having had a "fun filled day" they all laugh about it.

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new light: next to you

new light series masterlist

summary: you receive quite a few valentines, and rafe is not sure how he feels about that.

warnings: swearing

a/n: happy v-day lovers! have some petty high school rafe <3

“sorry i’m late.”

rafe looks up from where he’d just finished dating his paper in the top right corner, february 14th; he was honestly only a few seconds away from texting to see where you were—you were never late for this class (or any class), and rafe, like, really needed to copy your homework from last night. he’d told you as much while you rode together to school that morning, but then kelce had shouted his coffee order from the backseat as soon as rafe pulled into the drive-thru and the conversation fell through the cracks as rafe had to gun it the rest of the way to school—the three of you definitely should not have stopped for coffee, but how could rafe say no when you asked him?

he shrugs. “no worries.” he eyes you standing in front of your desk, a pile of cellophane-wrapped hard candy and love notes bundled up in your arms. rafe blinks. “wow. that’s quite the haul, y/l/n.”

you glare at him, setting your pile of heart-shaped lollipops on the desk you shared with a huff. “you wanna know the worst part? i don’t even like these kinds of lollipops.”

it was a treasured kildare academy rite of passage, the valentine-grams. it only took a dollar and the help of the student council (topper got caught up in it this year, much to his chagrin—rafe couldn’t find it in himself to sympathize after he spent weeks making posters and throwing ‘topper for president’ parties that definitely defied some stupid campaign rule) to send someone a lollipop and a cheesy love note, embarrass them in front of the entire class while prying minds tried to guess who it was from and turn it into the gossip of the day.

rafe eyes the stack you’ve unloaded onto the desk once again, feeling his jaw twitch as he counted. and re-counted. it was only third period, and you already had eight. “well, they certainly seem to like you.”

you roll your eyes, taking the seat next to him. “half are from gretch, you know how she is.”

rafe smiles, thinking about how he’d already eaten the lollipop he got from gretchen in wood shop last period. she did that for all of her friends every year—it was her favorite holiday. rafe’s pretty sure he saw her from across the hall wearing actual heart stickers on her face, but that was just gretchen.

rafe realizes he’s still scrutinizing the pile of lollipops when you push it to the side, your notebook taking its place while you flip through it quickly. you glance up and rafe follows your gaze to where mr. torres is typing at his computer. “alright, just be quick.”

rafe gets to work copying down the homework from the night before, easily reading your scrawl as he’s become so used to over the years. he gets caught up on one problem, noticing how thin and damaged the paper looks—picturing how long you must have poured over it, writing and erasing. sitting at the desk in your room, huffing in the way you always do that sends some of your hair flying out of your face. it’s almost enough to make rafe feel bad for copying it down in five minutes flat, almost. but you’d done the same thing a dozen times.

it’s quiet between the two of you, while the rest of the class buzzes about the holiday in the last few moments before class starts, and rafe copies the problem set fast so he can slide your paper back over before mr. torres sees what you’re both up to.

he turns to thank you, but watches you for a second, your eyes taking in the handful of girls in your class holding flowers or bears, gushing and comparing their heart-shaped boxes of chocolates—rafe even sees a few balloons parked in the corner. you’re still sipping from the iced coffee you picked up on the way to school, taking it all in, before your eyes flit back to rafe.

“did you say something?”

rafe’s been caught staring, and his eyes search for anything in the vicinity that will give him an out. all he sees is the lollipops. “yeah—uh. just wondering who the rest were from.”

“oh.” you take another sip before you sort through the stack, tossing suckers aside as you count them out, completely unfazed while rafe hangs on your every word. “kelce, margot… two from griffin.”

rafe feels his eyebrows raise involuntarily. “griffin?”

you wince. “griffin.”

“two?”

“…two.”

it’s at that moment that rafe remembers griffin is in this class with the both of you. he sits front and center so he can ask a million questions—one’s that don’t even relate to the lecture, sometimes—a stark contrast from where rafe had snagged the two of you the table in the back corner on the first day of class last semester. not that that deters him—griffin always found an excuse to come over and say something to rafe about practice or the game time that day, hoping it’s lead to some flirting with you. rafe looks over, and sure enough, griffin’s already looking back at the two of you. “wow. you gonna go for it?”

“go for it? what—no,” you say quietly, your eyes widening in amusement.

“why not? spent a whole two dollars on you, y/l/n. griff’s pulling out all the stops,” rafe teases. “i bet he wrote some sappy little love note too, huh?”

your smile goes a little sad, your tone going for admonishment. “rafe, don’t be mean. he’s just being nice.”

and rafe might agree with you if he didn’t captain a team that griffin is on and share an unlimited amount of locker room time with him—might give him the benefit of the doubt if he hadn’t heard first-hand what griffin would say about you when you weren’t around. but rafe’s not as nice as you are, he knows the truth, and he’s feeling petty, because—two? seriously, two? so he picks up the valentine-gram from the pile with griffin’s name written on it, clearing his throat before he reads the message. “‘y/n, will you be my valentine?’”

“rafe, stop,” you groan.

“zero points for originality. maybe his second one is better?” rafe lightly smacks your hand away as you go to cover the candy from his reach, grabbing it anyway. “‘y/n, you’re as sweet as this lollipop.’”

“i hadn’t even read that one yet,” you say, face buried in your hands.

rafe’s laughing under his breath, and you must realize at that moment that griffin’s been watching the two of you the entire time, because you kick rafe’s shin under your desk. “fucking ow.”

“be nice. it’s valentine’s day.”

“i’m always nice.”

“rafe,” mr. torres calls from the front of the class, the both of you sitting up straight immediately. “you can flirt with your valentine after class. eyes up here.”

rafe’s cheeks burn and from the look on your face he can tell yours do too, the two of you tucking yourselves into your notes for the next several minutes. in the last half of class, mr. torres sets everyone loose to work on the graphing calculators with their partners—the two of you figure it out pretty quickly, leaving the heart-shaped graph sitting on your desk when you’re done.

“any big plans tonight?” rafe asks, turning in his seat to face you, back leant against the wall. you turn to face him and rafe catches a whiff of your perfume.

“galentine’s with margot and gretchen.”

“of course,” rafe nods, knowing it’s a time-honored tradition between the three of you. “but you’re not gonna give griff a shot?”

“i’m not into him,” you sigh, your gaze shifting to the front of the classroom again. griffin’s scratching his head, not even halfway through the graph. “i dunno, maybe i should be, but…”

“nah,” rafe says, shaking his head. “if you’re not into him, you’re not into him.”

“sometimes, i just… i don’t know,” you say quietly, your head tipped to the side in consideration.

“what?” rafe asks, a foot nudging the leg of your chair.

“i just wonder if i’m holding out for no reason. like, griffin’s obviously into me. he’s not that bad, he’s tall, kinda funny sometimes. so, i should be into him, right? like, maybe i could give him a shot and he’d surprise me. he’s perfect on paper, my mom and his mom are close…” you say it like you’re ticking off boxes on a mental checklist, and for a millisecond rafe tortures himself with the thought of how many boxes he’d tick if you ever looked at him that way. he can’t imagine it’d be many.

his silence must be taken for something he didn’t mean, because you speak up again, sounding unsure. “sorry. i’m just getting caught up in all of the love stuff today.”

“nah, hey,” rafe says, sitting straight in his seat again, leaning over to bump his shoulder into yours. “you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. if you don’t like him, you don’t like him, no matter how many of these stupid lollipops he sends you. there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” rafe says, considering his next words, mechanical pencil twitching in his fingers. “there’s… there’s definitely someone out there for you. i don’t think it’s griffin.”

“rafe,” you say, your voice syrupy sweet, and rafe’s cheeks flame. “you’re going soft on me, aren’t you? first the red shirt, now this? cupid behavior.”

rafe groans as you flick his short-sleeve. “oh, bite me. rose told me to wear it.”

“rafe the romantic,” you tease. “sure you don’t wanna join our galentine’s? we’re gonna watch nicholas sparks movies.”

“as if margot would let me. i heard what happened when kelce tried. and you’ve got a lot of nerve calling me the romantic when it’s 10am and you already have two lollipops from a potential suitor.”

your groan quietly at that, and you’re suddenly somehow sitting so close to each other that it takes no effort at all when your forehead presses into his shoulder.

and it’s not like rafe finds griffin’s eyes on purpose—he’d averted his gaze from the top of your head and griffin just happened to be sitting in his line of sight, staring right back at him with a funny look on his face.

if rafe were a nicer guy, he wouldn’t dig through the pile of candy on your desk, tossing aside all of gretchen’s and the ones from margot and kelce until he found one of the suckers that was sent to you by griffin, careful not to jostle you as he does. “can i have this one?”

“mhm,” you murmur, not even looking at it.

rafe unwraps and pops it in his mouth, his eyes not leaving griffin’s once as the note falls to the floor.

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Let's Play Cupid

It was the 14th of February and Claude couldn't be happier. Today's the day of his final test as a Cupid. As a Cupid, one must know how to pair someone with a person who will make them happy for the rest of their lives, but get it wrong, let's just say that lawyers are going through a lot of checks.

In his school they were taught how pair and match people to each other. They also learned different kinds of love that could be used for the pair. They were taught how to see the signs of a mutual and capable attraction, and how to deal with the aftermath of unrequited love.

For their last test in their school in order to graduate, he must be able to pair 20 people. Given that Valentine's day is the loveliest and loneliest holiday that would be a perfect day for matchmaking. Each of their success will be recorded by a superior who will be watching them as they performed their exam. If they succeed they get to go to the human world in their assigned areas to matchmake humans in either their Cupid form or they may disguise themselves as humans to help them find their love. Given that students were not allowed to be in the human world in either form without the supervision of the superiors.

"You're Claude, right?" a fellow Cupid asked. Claude turned to find a tall man with brownish orange hair whose wingspan was twice his and had a warm brown colour. He nodded excitedly as his feathers spread out to show his excitement. "Yes sir," he replied in a high pitched tone. "I'm Sparrow, I'll be your supervisor today," the man introduced himself as he held out his hand to shake the junior's hand.

Claude took it excitedly and shook it with both hands. Sparrow grinned at the young man's excitement as he let go. "Alright, your assigned in Paris, correct?" he asked in assurance. "Yes sir, the city of love itself. I'm ready and excited for today," Claude answered. "Let's get going then, you're not the only Cupid whose been assigned to Paris," Sparrow reminded as he turned heel towards the portal. Claude hopped towards his senior and followed him to the human realm.

...

"Now students I want you to finish up to the tenth chapter of 'The Three Musketeers' by next week so that we could continue our discussion," Ms. Bustier said as she dismissed her class. The students hurriedly got out of their seats to enjoy the rest of the day.

Marinette fumbled with the letter in her hands as she looked at the boy in front of her. Noticing her actions, Alya have her a light nudge as she pointed to the boy in front of them. Marinette turned to her friend with pleading eyes trying to tell her that she can't do it yet. Alya gave out a sigh of frustration by the girl's reluctantness.

"I could give it to him for you," Alya offered. "I know this is not going to help you talk to him on your own but it's getting tiring now. Do you or do you not want him to know how you feel?" she asked her friend once Adrien left the room. Looking down at her feet she sighed and replied, "I want to, but if you do this for me how will I gave him when he gives me his answer?" Alya placed an arm over the girl's shoulder and have her a tight squeeze. She smiled at the bluenette and said, "Alright, you've got this."

A snort broke them from their moment. They turned and sneered at Felix who was giving them a heathen look. "I bet she's not going to do it," he stated as a foxy grin formed on his face. Alya scowled at the boy and crossed her arms over her chest. "I bet you wrong. You know why? Because today is the day, I can feel it. There's no better day to confess your love than on Valentine's day," she defended her friend. "Really now?" he quipped as he raised an eyebrow at the two.

"How about this, if I get to confess to Adrien today you're going to be my pack horse this weekend when I go shopping. If I don't," Marinette began. "You're going to go on a blind date with a friend of mine," Felix said as a sly smirk formed. Marinette's eyes widen as they turned into a scowl and smacked him on his head. "No way, I'm not that desperate," she exclaimed to him while he laughed at her actions.

"You know, he does have a point. But if she doesn't take the blind date I'll have it," Alya commented. "Alya! I thought you didn't want to date anyone," Marinette said in betrayal. Felix grinned and nodded and said, "I guess you could fill in for her anyway."

"That's unfair, I'm the one whose the bet about," Marinette pointed out. "Well then, are you going to take the blind date offer, then?" Felix challenged. Marinette looked at him, contemplating whether it's a good bet. "Fine, I'll do it," she finally said as she flailed her arms agreeing to their stupid bet.

He crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders while Alya placed her fingers on her forehead and shook her head in disagreement. "Alright, what are we waiting for? Let's go and see if you can really do it," Alya said as she placed her hands behind the two's back and guided them out. "Wait, wait, why is he coming too?" Marinette asked in confusion. "Well I have to see the bet go through so don't mind me," he says as they exited the room.

...

"So newbie, where are we going?" Sparrow asked as they flew over the city. Claude looked around and began to think. "Why not a high school? There's a lot of teens who are looking for love and could actually help them find the sweet young love they're looking for," he responded. Sparrow pondered and made a note on his notebook. Claude looked at him worriedly and asked, "Was I right?" Sparrow closed the notebook and replied, "That's for me to know and for you to find out, later."

Claude nodded and spotted a school with an open courtyard and landed on the roof and began to scan the perimeter. Cupids have a special ability to detect attraction and capability of humans to another. For Claude, he can see it via scents and colour, a rather rare process that makes it difficult for him to interpret.

"Alright, let's get over the point system," Sparrow spoke as he landed next to him. "If you get soulmates you get 10 points, possible lovers 9 points, young love 8 points, admiration developed through time 7, love at first sight 6, first love 5, sweet 16 lovers 4 points, retrying past relationships 3, friends with benefits 2 points, and finally casual sex 1 point, but the wild card may land you any point," he went over. Claude nodded and took in a deep breath and began to focus.

"Oh right," Sparrow interrupted. "I can deduct points as well, if you matched the wrong pairs, if you use the wrong formula I have to deduct 8 points. If you match those who are not compatible 9 points will be removed. And if you mess up a currently working relationship or possible relationship I'll be taking 10 points," he finished.

"Why are the deducting points higher?" Claude asked. Sparrow shrugged and said, "I don't really know, maybe to fail you guys faster," he joked.

Claude turned his attention back to the courtyard and began to focus on the students and took in the plenty scents and colours around him. He noticed two friends walking with each other. The blonde had two colours around her, one was white, but was slightly faded, either because of the distance or the age. The other colour was pink and it was wrapped around her friend who had the same colour.

He knew this would be a big problem if the soulmate appears but with the faded the colour made it was slightly impossible. Taking two arrows he fired at the two, making a trail of dark pink roses follow.

...

Rose giggled as she told Juleka about a cute video she watched about Prince Ali. Juleka smiled at her as a light pink blush dusted her cheeks. They both stopped in their footsteps as if they were hit with an arrow. The looked at each other and smiled.

"Do you want to, you know, go to that ice cream shop that they keep on talking about?" Juleka asked Rose. Rose smiled and nodded as she took the goth's hand and began to drag her to Andre's.

...

Sparrow looked at Claude and smiled as he said, "That gives you seven points, not bad." Claude smiled to himself as he looked back at the students as he saw a stray colour blue between two people who kept on glancing at each other. He took in the scent and realized that he need to get them back.

He took the arrows and fired at the jock and the other athlete as a trail of blue roses followed. The male pulled the typical I left something in the classroom, making the girl followed him to speak privately.

Next he saw another stray of blue from a girl who was walking into a car and a boy who was driving another couple around town. He aimed at them making the male bike towards his ex.

Sparrow raised an eyebrow at him wondering why he's wasting his points on people who broke up instead of using it to those who have a higher chance of giving him a higher point.

Claude spotted a yellow mess with a sweet honey scent from two friends who were listening to a podcast together. He smiled and shot two arrows at them changing their mood. Next he say a string of red coming from a classroom in the second floor. He flew closer to find an artist and a writer working on a comic, and are obviously attracted to each other, but are too shy to talk about it. He grinned and leaned against the door frame and shot the two arrows that was followed by red roses.

He smiled at this and suddenly caught a whiff of a zesty orange smell. He turned to find a rocker who had a hopeful look towards the girl. He was radiating a strong zest smell, but it was a weak orange colour towards his counterpart. He hates this, it makes it hard got him to decide, mostly because the girl had a strong red colour making it hard for him to decide which one to follow.

Taking a cream colored arrow, he shot it at the two. He watched as the arrows landed on the two making them meet eyes. He watched as the colour changed into a sunset orange with a mixture of a light violet as the scent was an early morning.

"Not bad, you really are moving quickly. You still have fifteen minutes left," Sparrow said as he landed next to Claude.

...

Once out of the classroom Marinette felt a different chill in the air. She shrugged it off as they tried to look for Adrien, who would be at fencing class today. They began to go down the steps, but she can't help but look around.

"Guys, do you feel the weird chill in the air?" Marinette asked. Alya shrugged and answered, "Don't tell me you're getting cold feet?"

"I'm not, it's just that there's something different about today. I mean look, Ondine and Kim are holding hands," make pointed out as she pointed at the couple who just came out of the room. Alya's eyes widened in interest and said, "Scoop! I can't believe they're back. I've got to go and ask them now. Felix make sure that she gets to confess, do not sabotage it."

Felix rolled his eyes and said, "Whatever, as long as she ends up in an awkward situation I'll be happy," he commented earning him a slap on the stomach. "Sadist," Marinette mumbled. Felix chuckled but stopped in his tracks when he saw his two friends together, closer than ever.

Following his line of sight Marinette smiled and began shaking him in excitement. "Oh my gosh, are they finally going out?" she asked as she pointed at Allan who had an arm over Allegra, while they were sitting on a bench listening to a podcast. "I don't see why it's such a big deal," he told her. "What?" she asked in an offended tone. Felix removed himself from her and said, "You know it was bound to happen so why you're overreacting about it." She huffed at his comment and began to look for a seat.

They found a bench and waited for Adrien's duel against a new student in red to finish. "There's something really strange about the air," Felix commented. Marinette nodded in agreement as she tried to figure out what's happening. It suddenly clicked, making her grin and casually reply, "I think it's love."

Felix scoffed at her answer keeping his eye at the game. "Why? Because it's Valentine's day," he sarcastically said. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "What do you know about love anyway? I'm pretty sure you haven't felt it."

He chuckled at her statement as movement caught his eye. "Well, I know when someone's attracted to another. Speak of which, it seems like I found a blind date for you," Felix stated. "Really now, I think Lila has something to say to you though," she commented noticing the brunettes movement.

...

Claude began to look around again, there he found a trio of students coming down the stairs with a string aura to them. The brunette with red tips had a strong pink colour surrounding her while a sweet Carnation smell emitted from her. The bluenette beside her had multiple colours crashing around her, but the strongest ones are white and dark pink, both pointing towards the fencer. However, the blond beside them had nothing, no colour and no scent.

This was a rare occurrence given that all of the people he had seen with this usually end up alone. It's either, they don't want to get attached to anyone romantically, or they are really good at hiding romantic attraction and thoughts. If a Cupid can't detect it, what more the person they love.

He then caught a sudden smell of a horrible odor that could cause him to puke. He turned to find a young girl who was surrounded by her peers. He looked closer and looked at the rather morseful colour colour combination the girl expelled. She was the type of people Cupids dislike, given that they are the homewreckers and whorish opportunists.

He noticed her line of sight and was locked with the blond he just saw. She watched her get up and began to walk towards the boy. He watched as the blond ignored her attempts and touches. However, at the other end he could see another boy who held a letter in his hand and was radiating an orange colour towards the bluenette, who held only the scent of friendship for him.

"You poor soul," he commented as he suddenly noticed a faint red colour mixing with the orange of the boy. Claude turned to find the source of it, it came from the brunette from the stairs who was also radiating a red colour that's mixing with the pink. He smiled as he shot both of them with the arrow.

Suddenly he a sweet fragrance of fresh wine was calling from behind. It was intoxicating and dangerous, given that it's the call of love at first sight. Claude could feel himself get reeled into it, given the aroma was to good to say no to. This made him unconsciously take up two arrows and turned to face the culprits and shot it at them while a spring is violet roses followed.

Realising what he had done he began to see the string white from the male for down. That was when he realized that that was the male fencer the bluenette was fated to. He knew he messed up big time today.

...

"Why am I not surprised?" Felix commented as Lila arrived and gave her model smile with a small wave. "Happy Valentine's day Felix," she greeted him. Marinette wanted to gag at her actions knowing they were all superficial. "What's so happy about today when today is supposed to be the death anniversary of Saint Valentine?" he asked.

"Well, it is his death anniversary. Did you know that I actually babysat his great-great-great-grandson?" Lila spectacled trying to catch his attention. Marinette lost it, making her laugh at this statement while Felix tried to school his features. "You do mean from a close relative not a direct descendant," he tried to clarify.

"Is there any difference?" Lila asked not catching on on what she just said. This made Marinette laugh harder not being able to control her laughter. "Marinette really is crazy," Lila commented. "I mean look at her, laughing at nothing," she added.

"That may be so, but if you were in her position, wouldn't you laugh as well?" Felix asked her. Lila have a puzzled look, not picking on what they both meant.

"You do know that Saint Valentine is a priest, right?" Marinette asked catching her breath. It finally clicked and she knew she couldn't back out now as she placed an awkward smile on her face and began laughing awkwardly. "You got it, it was a joke. I was joking," she tried to save face.

Luckily for her luck was on her side, as Alya arrived and placed an arm over the girl's shoulder. "Hey Lila, I have a major scoop for you," Alya said in an ecstatic voice. Feeling relieved, Lila turned her attention to the reporter, "Really, what is it?" she asked trying to sound excited. "I just found out that Kim and Ondine are back together," Alya exclaimed as she shoved her phone to the Italian's face.

"You know, you still have to notice Nino over there," Felix whispered to Marinette as he edged his head to the boy's direction. Marinette turned to look at Nino and asked, "Are you sure it's for me? I thought he had a crush on Alya if I'm going to be honest." Felix shrugged and simply said, "Whatever." As they both turned they're attention to the duel.

The duel finally ended with both of them pointing each other, making it difficult for the referee to decide. Mr. D'Argencourt smiled as he placed his hand under his chin. "Well it seems like my students are still unbeatable," he stated. "Take your saber away, along with your helmet," he commanded.

The red fencer frowned under her mask, not wanting to show her face to a crowd knowing her failure. Adrien, however, pushed his helmet back and turned to his teacher. "Are you sure, sir? I think he got the point," he defended his competitor. He turned to the fencer and said, "Why not a decisive match to prove yourself?"

The red fencer sighed as she shrugged off her helmet swishing her short dark hair and made eye contact with her opponent. But as their eyes met an instant connection was felt.

Marinette and Felix noticed this, causing her heart to clench and an unintended tear slid down her cheek. She knew that look on both of their faces very well. Those looks they are giving each other are the looks of people who have fallen in love with the first time they made eye contact.

She couldn't help but feel like she's not going to get the answer she would be hoping for. This made her get up from where she sat and began to run out of the school.

...

Sparrow looked at the horrible mistake that Claude had made. He looked at the male fencer and the fleeting figure of the bluenette. Those two were meant to be soulmates, but it seems like Claude paired the wrong couple. He looked back at where the girl sat, only to find that the blond male had gotten up and followed behind her.

Even for Sparrow he wasn't able to hear any form of love emanating from the boy, but seeing him follow after his friend he couldn't help but hear the enchanting symphony of soulmates from him. He looked back at his student and approached him from behind.

"You have to fix this you know that," he told Claude. Claude looked lost as he placed his hands on his head. "I-I don't know how to fix this. They were supposed to be soulmates and I separated them because of a spontaneous emotion," he ranted, feeling angry about himself for making the wrong decision in matchmaking.

Sparrow placed a hand on his shoulder and told him, "It seems like you're forgetting a little thing about soulmates." This hit him as he flew up immediately and began to look for Marinette to set it right.

...

Marinette didn't know that she started to run away from him. She just ran and ran with no direction not caring where she was going as the tears streamed from her face. She even left her schoolbag and dropped the letter she was going to give to Adrien. She finally got tired and sat on the closest bench she found and began to cry her eyes out.

Passersby looked at the girl with pity knowing that she's one of the unfortunate souls that Valentine's day looked down on. But she didn't care about what the other people thought, she just cared about the look Adrien was giving his fencing opponent. Indeed that girl looked beautiful and strong, she had a confident aura around her. Not to mention, she looked like she had a lifestyle and status that was similar to Adrien. How can she ever compete with that.

"Of all the places you could be in, you chose that most romantic spot in Paris," Felix spoke in front of her. She looked up to find him kneeling before her to match her height. He placed her bag and the letter next to her as he took a handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to her. She silently took it and wiped her eyes and blew her nose. He got up and sat next to her with their bags in between.

"You saw it too didn't you?" Felix asked Marinette. She nodded solemnly not wanting to face him with her tearstained eyes and runny nose. "You recognized the look on their faces?" she asked mildly surprised that he knew what a lovestruck face looked like. "I'm not that heartless you know," he replied as he placed both of his arms on the top of the bench's backrest. She snorted and chuckled at his answer as she wiped her eyes again.

The two stayed silent for a while as Marinette tried to compose herself. "Thanks for bringing me my bag," she said once she felt that she would no longer cry. He hummed a 'you're welcome' to her as he looked at the changing sky. She took the note that she wrote for Adrien and began to contemplate as she strolled down memory lane.

...

Five months ago

"You're such a dick, Felix!" Marinette screamed at him as he was sitting on the branch of a tree reading her diary. "Scream all you want, this cat isn't getting down, and remember there are kids in the park," he mocked her with one hand holding the tree and the other he placed his head on to of it while he held the diary and gave her a wink. He adjusted his position as he leaned his back on the main stem of the tree as he began to read her diary aloud.

"Today was an amazing day, I was able to go to the movies with Adrien~ even though I was in my pajamas wearing pink goggles and a towel on my head," he read in an over the top voice making him laugh loudly. "Seriously Marinette, that was the only thing you wrote as the highlight of the day," he added as the bluenette turned red in anger and embarrassment.

"Just shut up and give me my diary back," she shouted at him, losing her patience. "You shouldn't leave these things out in the open you know. If you already had a box for it make sure that it's always in there," he told her sad he continued to flip through the pages.

This made the girl climb the tree as well, hoping to retrieve it before he reads anymore of her embarrassing secrets. Felix, on the other, was rather enjoying this, he knew he still had time given that he's at the top and it would take a while before she'd reach him. He flipped through some pages and a certain word caught his attention.

He read it silently, "Dear Diary, today Felix annoyed the hell out of me again. But I can't help but feel happy to know that at least someone was brave enough to point out my flaws. He's actually right about me being a doormat when it comes to my friends, I noticed that now. Even though he insults us it seems like he's actually looking out for us in his own way (at least he's not as bad as Chloe). He's starting to grow on me despite the horrible first impression we got from him. I just hope that he'll start saying things in a nicer way. I feel like if he was kinder he would be like an antisocial version of Adrien, they look so alike.

"If you look at his blond hair, it's so kept you'd think that he consumes a single can of hairspray or hair gel every day to keep it that way. His eyes are darker than Adrien's though, making him look more mysterious. It makes me wonder what goes on in that thick head of his. Is he thinking of different ways to judge everyone or world domination? Or is he think of, nevermind, as if he'd be think of that. But his eyelashes are very much longer than Adrien's giving him a kind of feminine touch, maybe he got it from his father. But when he looks at me it sometimes makes me feel like Adrien's looking at me.

"Oh Adrien, I just love sitting behind him, because I get to look at the back of his head all the time and when he stands up I could sometimes look at his cute butt. Wait, if Adrien and Felix look very much alike do they have the same body build, like is Felix as ripped as Adrien? Then that would mean—"

"Gotcha!" Marinette exclaimed as she took her diary from his hands. Felix flinched at this realising that he was no longer paying attention to the owner. She gave a victorious laugh only to lose her balance and fall. He reacted quickly, stretching out his arm and caught her, but he was dragged down. He turned them so that he would take the impact as he held Marinette in his arms protectively.

Felix groaned on impact feeling like he broke something. Marinette quickly got up and began scolding him. "What do you think you were doing? You could've been severely injured taking the fall for both of us. But you did deserve for reading my diary," she rebuked. He gave out another groan as he mumbled an apology to her.

"I know, I know, it was stupid of me and I kinda deserved it," he says as he tried to get up. "You think," she sarcastically replied. She sighed as she helped him up as he winced and whimpered. "Ow, ow, ow, careful, I'm fragile," he whined. "Why? Cat didn't land on his feet and ended up bruised," she mocked him. She brought him the get house, where they were supposed to be doing a pair project only to have a brawl.

She placed him on their sofa and began treating his bruises. "I'm sorry," he said as he winced at her touch. "I shouldn't have took your diary it's private," he apologized as he looked at the first aid kit in front of her. "I should be sorry too," she said. "I'm so clumsy that I lost my footing and fell," she explained. The two fell silent as she finished up. "Thank you," he told her. She smiled at his gratitude and replied, "You're welcome, but I should thank you for taking the fall for me. He gave her a smile as he awkwardly scratched his nape and said, "I had it coming. Karma is a bitch anyway." She placed a kiss on his bruised forehead silencing him.

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Marinette began tearing the love letter she made for Adrien. Felix looked at her with confusion, but didn't stop her. Once she finished she got up and threw it in the trash can and went back to where she sat.

"Are you giving up?" he asked trying to fill in the silence. She looked up at the sky whose colours were changing and turned into a sea of coral colours. "I guess so, I don't want to abuse myself with my obsession with him. He needs me as a friend not as a lover, the same goes for me. I always felt like we were just meant to be friends and I'm happy with that, as long as I'm in his life and he's in mine," she replied.

This made him smile as he looked at the sky as well. "So you gonna start looking for other guys?" he asked her. She shrugged still looking at the sky, "Maybe," she replied. He turned his head slightly to look at her and said, "Luka perhaps? He's s great guy anyways." She turned her head slightly at him and asked in a confused tone, "Weren't you going to set me up on a blind date?"

"Are you still willing?" he challenged with a cheshire smile. "Only if you'll be my blind date," she joked. For some of reason this made his heart skip a beat like that time during their project. She laughed at his reaction as she turned back to the sky. It was short lived because she felt herself get dragged from her seat.

"Where are we going?" she asked rather lost as to why he grabbed her hand and bag. He flashed her a toothy grin and said, "On a date, of course." This made her flush stopping in her tracks, this made him stop as well. He neared her only to have her grip his hand tighter and dragged him along. "Keep up, were going ice cream hunting," she said in a happy tone.

Sparrow and Claude sat on the railings of the Eiffel tower with a satisfied look on their faces. "They are more than two fragments of an original soul," Claude whispered

#miraculous ladybug and chat noir #adrien agreste #felinette #marinette dupain cheng #felix graham de vanily #felix agreste #alya #nino #kim x ondine #nathanael x marc #juleka x rose #adrigami #lila rossi #quantic kids #cupid au #claude #allegra #allan #marinette x felix

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lorna-d-m · 3 years ago

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Lights Out: Chapter Three

Summary: Roxanne, recently graduated and unemployed, gets a call from her childhood friend and hero: her cousin James Hunt. In need of a social media manager after one too many scandals, he can think of no one better that Roxanne for the position. Excited about a fun job and getting to know more about her cousin, she jumps at the chance. However, amongst all the bright lights of both the circuit and the media, Roxanne falls in love with his rival: Niki Lauda.

Pairing: Niki Lauda (Rush 2013) x fem!OC Roxanne Hunt

Word count: 2181

T/W: language, and it's starting to get a little mature, language

A/N: Got back from vacation so here y'all go. the next one should be coming soon as well, but I've got college move in stuff soon (thinking of it makes me panic and then I avoid everything so this will be fun). Anyways, any mistakes are my own, let me know if you want to be added to the tag list, and if anyone is interested in being a beta reader or something let me know.

Tag list: @apparrio @scuttle-buttle

Previous chapter

Brazil, Interlagos Circuit

April 14th, 2020

Another race weekend passed without a podium for Niki. He thought he’d chew a hole through his bottom lip, even swearing when he tasted blood at one point. After qualifying fourth on the grid, he hoped a good start and a solid race would see him finish on the podium, but instead, he finished behind the podium placers and Clay. That was not where he wanted to be. He thought the car had more potential, and he thought he had more potential.

Niki was working late, unsurprisingly, with the data analysts. Their coffee cups were drained and their dinner plates picked over as they read through the hundreds of system reports. Niki heard the highlights on Sunday and Monday, but on Tuesdays, he preferred to dive deeper with the team. He believed there was always something more to learn about the performance and apply to the next race, and he was determined to find it.

“And then at turn seven, you braked early into the corner, which lost about three-tenths of a second as you came out just out.”

He nodded at that, remembering exactly what Gio was talking about. Niki had been shoulder to shoulder with Clay, but he backed out of the late brake when he realized his teammate was not backing out either. He obviously didn’t want them to make contact, but he didn’t like losing time or the position either. Niki had already spoken with Clay about the incident, exchanging tense words as soon as they hopped out of the cockpit on Sunday, and he was ready to move past it.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and kept buzzing. Niki quickly raised his eyebrows in amusement. Anyone who knew Niki knew to text him first. Curious, he checked the caller ID. Roxanne. He smiled and excused himself to the hallway with a muttered “pardon me” and a finger held up to indicate he’d be back soon. The team, surprised to see Niki taking a call, waved him away to answer it.

“Yes?” They texted a few times since Argentina, after exchanging numbers on the golf cart, but he didn’t expect a call.

“Niki! Thank God.” She sounded so relieved Niki couldn’t help but smile again. He licked his bottom lip and listened as she spoke at a rapid pace. “Are you still at the circuit? I got caught up working on something, James and almost everyone here already left, and my phone is about to die. Is there any way you can give me a ride to the hotel?”

There was no hesitation in his answer. “Yeah, give me ten minutes to wrap up here, and I’ll meet you at the Hesketh motorhome.”

***

Roxanne hung up the phone before it could die and studied the mess of her workstation. Her laptop sat in front of her with a million tabs open and flashing the low power notification, her notebook and pen sat haphazardly to the side, and the tablet in her lap threatened to fall to the floor. She packed everything into her black backpack, humming a tune as she did, and jumped at the sharp rap on the door. “Come in!” she called to him, putting away her multi-colored pen collection.

Niki walked in, and she sighed in relief. He clearly tried to fix his hair, but there was still one curl out of place that fell across his forehead. Absent-mindedly, he pushed it back and looked around the place. There were pictures of James and the car up on the wall, and a British flag pinned up on the wall. She must have been working in James’s room, he realized. “I’m surprised you’re still here.”

“What, I should be off at whatever party with James?” She grimaced at the thought which made him chuckle. “Not my scene. I can make sure he doesn’t post anything stupid from here. No,” she stood up and slung the backpack on, “I’ve been assigned a new side project and decided to dive in headfirst after stupidly forgetting my phone charger.”

He opened the door for her, definitely not to check out her ass as she walked past him. “What project?”

She started laughing before explaining, and he knew he was in for a good story on the way to the car. “Lord Hesketh thinks it would be beneficial for the team to be active on TikTok to ‘reach out to a younger, newer audience’.” Roxanne imitated his tone before returning to her normal voice. “I’ve been neck-deep in research all night to make it feel natural and not like a business preying on a new audience, which it definitely is.”

She rolled her eyes and Niki barked a laugh.

“I know it’s ridiculous! I think as a person it’s so cringy that they want the team on there, but I get it.” She sighed. The paddock was quiet at night with most people clearing out before the curfew. A few people walked back to their cars as well, their heavy bags loaded up with equipment. It was well lit and relatively safe, but she was glad he offered to meet here at the motorhome rather than the parking lot. “I mean, as a team, you’re always reaching out and staying active on social media, and there’s untapped potential there. But seriously? I went to college for this?”

“So what have you been researching?” Niki walked close to her with their arms brushing every now and then. “How not to sound like a corporate persona trying too hard to relate?”

“Of course,” Roxanne giggled and playfully hit his arm. “But more seriously, trending sounds and challenges, hashtags to increase visibility, and video formatting. Trends move surprisingly fast, and I’m not sure I can stay on top of it.”

“That’s stupid. There’s no reason why you shouldn’t do well with this.”

Was that a compliment? His words sounded harsh, but their meaning was soft. Roxanne froze mid-step and stared at him. “Thank you, Niki. For that and for taking me back to the hotel.”

He squirmed under her appreciative eye and muttered “of course” before walking again.

Roxanne bounced ideas off of him as they walked through the paddock. Niki didn’t mind being a sounding board. Truthfully, he enjoyed listening to her and watching the way her face lit up when she had an idea, or how it scrunched up when she rejected a thought. For instance, she quickly realized it would be difficult to stay up on trends without exhausting herself, so she tossed that idea to the side. He suggested she could show parts of the weekend that people normally don’t see or explanation videos about tyre blankets or race suits.

“Woah, nice car!” It was hard to miss the bright red Ferrari in the parking lot.

Niki opened the passenger door for her. “It’s alright, not my favorite, but they want me to drive it to the track and such.”

“What is your favorite then?” she reached for the buckle. “If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

Niki walked around to the driver’s seat and sat down, the gear shift in the middle separating them. “It’s alright. I like old cars, and I’ve got a few motorcycles,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.

“Really?” She gaped at him incredulously. “I thought you’d be all about modern, cutting edge cars, the height of safety and technology. Not death traps.”

“Death traps?” He teased while sliding the gear shift into reverse, “I drive a race car for a living, and you’re worried about my choice of car in my free time?” Niki rested his hand on the back of her seat as he turned to look behind him. He was inches away from her, and the smell of his cologne made her heart skip a beat, but then he returned to normal.

“So what’s your favorite to drive then? The vintage, the motorcycle, or the race car?”

He pointed at her in mock accusation, “Now that’s not a fair question.”

“So tell me about it,” she coaxed, “or tell me about your favorites.”

Niki licked his lips again and glanced at her in the periphery. Roxanne wasn’t politely asking him knowing she wasn’t going to listen to the answer. She gazed at him curiously and expectantly. He started to explain the differences, why he loved old cars versus today’s, what it was like to be on a motorcycle, and the sense of control he felt when he sat down in the race car. When she didn’t understand something, or when she had a question, she didn’t shrug it off or brush it aside, she asked him, and she anticipated an answer.

***

The car idled in a parking spot by the front as he continued talking, persuaded by her happy smile and prodding questions. It was well past the time Roxanne expected to be back, but nothing could have made her leave the car. She found him so adorable when he talked: the excited gleam in his eyes as he spoke about cars, the careful and thorough way he answered her questions, and the cute way he couldn’t keep his hands from moving and gesturing even as he drove.

Roxanne put her right hand on his cheek and drew him in for a chaste kiss. It was quick, but oh so soft as he froze mid-sentence. She pulled away from him, admiring the dumbstruck look on his face. His cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and his eyes widened in shock.

“Shut up and kiss me, Niki.”

He needed no further encouragement. Niki leaned over the gear shift separating them and carded one hand through her hair. His lips met hers, and she opened her mouth in surprise which allowed him to slip his tongue in, exploring her mouth. The hand in her hair moved down to her neck, and she let out a small gasp at that. Smirking, his lips trailed across her jaw and down to her neck, nibbling and biting every so often to tease her and listen to her reaction.

Roxanne’s hands moved into his hair, lightly tugging on his curls, and the moan that he elicited made her grin. His hands wandered down her chest and found their way under her shirt. The expensive smell of his cologne that she found so delicious earlier overwhelmed her now as he sucked a hickey on her neck. He practically pressed her back into the seat, and he was as far over the center console as he could be without climbing over it. Niki thought about it, to be sure, but he also thought about how soft her breast was as he cupped it in his hand.

“Niki.” He playfully nipped harder at the sound of his name. “Niki,” she repeated, more brusquely.

He pulled away for a moment, his lips still brushing the tender spot on her neck. “Yes, Schatz?”

“There’s no tint on this car, is there?” As much as she wanted, needed, this to continue, she was suddenly conscious of their public position.

“No, there isn’t.” He understood her point and reluctantly drew away. “If I’d known you’d do this tonight, I would have bought you dinner rather than my team,” he joked lightly, his blood still racing.

“Niki,” she chastised, shoving him lightheartedly. Roxanne fixed her hair and her shirt as much as she could in the car. She would have invited him up to her room, but it was right next to James’s and she didn’t trust herself to keep quiet. Not when he made her feel that warm and fuzzy from just a kiss. “I don’t want to leave, but I think I have to.”

“Can I take you to dinner sometime?” He would have asked her to his room, but he shared a wall with Clay and didn’t enjoy the idea of him hearing anything. Not when she could make him moan like that from grabbing his hair.

“Of course,” she placed another kiss on his cheek, her lipstick leaving a mark before she got out of the car.

Niki sat there for a few minutes, first to let her get into the hotel without him right behind her and raising suspicions, and second to let the bulge in his pants go down a bit before he walked through the lobby. Licking his thumb, he tried to rub away the lipstick kiss, but the color was persistent. The dark pink splotch would stay until he could wash it off properly, and he realized with a snort it was her payback for him leaving a visible hickey on her neck.

***

Roxanne quickly moved her hair to cover the mark on her neck. Niki. The last thing she needed was someone asking her about it. She sighed with relief when she entered her room and smiled giddily. She just kissed Niki Lauda. When she closed her eyes, she could still feel his lips on her jaw, his left hand on her breast, and his right hand creeping towards her jeans. If only his car had tinted windows…

Next chapter

#daniel brühl #rush 2013 #niki lauda rush 2013 #daniel bruhl niki lauda #niki lauda fanfiction #rush 2013 fanfic #daniel brühl niki lauda #lights out fic #niki lauda

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queenmolina · 4 years ago

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bobby’s birthdays

a collection of headcanons

bobby’s 5th birthday is the first that he can recall. his teacher offers him extra smiles while class are coloring and everyone sings to him. he has cake after every meal including breakfast and laughs hysterically as he and his parents wipe frosting onto each other’s cheeks. he feels so special and decides that if birthdays are full of smiles and laughter then they would be his favorite time of the year

bobby’s 8th birthday is when he decides he’s too grown up for face planting a cake. his parents buy him a guitar and he thanks them but he’s far more excited than he let on, he just can’t show them that. still, he’s grateful. he practises every night until bedtime to let them know how grateful he is

bobby’s 11th birthday is spent at a new school. the kids there don’t know it’s his birthday - he’s only been there a couple of days so he’s not bothered that they don’t know. still, sitting alone to eat on his birthday does kind of suck

a kid in his class with his front teeth still missing and dark hair tips his head at bobby’s cake as he walks past. (“you brought cake?” “my mom made it.” “must be a special day”) the kid runs off before bobby can tell him that it’s his birthday but they smile at each other across the classroom all afternoon and bobby doesn’t mind that he didn’t wish him a happy birthday. it feels nice to be smiled at just because and not for birthday reasons

bobby’s 14th birthday is spent at luke’s house. his mom serves up a fancy pasta dish and mumbles lightheartedly about the racket they made upstairs during ‘band practice’. none of the boys mention that they’re trying to recruit alex from school to be their drummer. they know music’s a sore subject in this house. but when bobby goes home, his parents have cleared out the garage space and surprised him with a newer guitar that’s slimmer and glossed like a rockstars. bobby knows that sneaking a drum set upstairs at the patterson’s is no longer on their to-do list.

bobby’s 16th birthday had found him in the drivers seat of his dads old van, driving to his friends houses to pick them up for a band meeting. they had plans to come up with a band name and bobby’s parents had agreed to get some posters and shirts printed for them so they can feel like real celebrities. (bobby’s vote was still sunrise skies but according to luke, that name didn’t ‘have the right energy’)

bobby’s 17th birthday is the day they first go busking. they’ve got a couple of good original songs but they’re mostly playing covers. his boys pile into his van and try and carefully stack their instruments so they don’t get jostled. bobby insists he’s a good driver and they’ll be fine but alex was too worried that his drum kit would get scratched. luke doesn’t audibly complain which is unlike him but bobby suspects it has something to do with their conversion earlier - luke was angry at his mom and bobby had offered a place to stay where he could cool down. he still stood by the offer but didn’t like the look in luke’s eyes when he agreed to think about it

after their set on the pier, reggie suggests they all get ice-cream. bobby couldn’t care less, he doesn’t particularly enjoy ice-cream, but reggie pulls out a candle and a lighter and jams it into bobby’s cone with a grin. his hands are sticky and dripping with melted vanilla ice-cream once the boys have finished singing to him but he laughs at their purposefully extravagant harmonies and blows out the candle nonetheless. he and reggie bump shoulders all the way back to the van as reggie tells him all the things he’s planned for bobby’s birthday extravaganza. bobby bites back a smile at his friends excitement and spends the whole evening in the company of his favorite people, unable to stop the grin from spreading across his face

bobby spends his 18th birthday alone. his parents give him the space he asked for and he sits in the garage staring at all the stuff his boys left behind

luke’s notebook is open on the table from where he had been scribbling new ideas for songs before they left. they were going to be big, they would need new music. bobby closes the book and throws it onto a pile of luke’s freshly washed clothes, decidedly unable to read his friends handwriting through the tears that burn in his eyes

alex’s old drumsticks clatter together as they catch a breeze from the open door. his new sticks, the ones they had got him for his birthday specifically for their performance, were still in the back of his van. bobby hadn’t even driven it back home. he thinks maybe his dad had. he hasn’t been in it

reggie’s banjo is lent against the wall. bobby can’t bring himself to look at it, can’t bring himself to lift it up and look at all the scuff marks on the battered instrument, the initials reggie had engraved into the side, the ‘sunset curve’ logo that had gone lopsided when reggie had tried to draw it on

bobby spends his 18th birthday alone. he doesn’t feel special, he doesn’t feel loved and he certainly doesn’t feel lucky.

#i’m sorry but i’m also not #bobby had it tough and today is the day i get to scream about all of that #because tell me that bobby didnt regret not going for those disgusting street dogs with his friends #tell me he doesn’t try and isolate himself even further because he doesn’t think it matters much anymore to be alone or not #rose actually has to move him into her apartment and insists he sleep on her couch because he’s not eating or sleeping #(maybe she feels guilty that she’s the reason bobby feels so alone - even though she saved his life)#bobby tries to ignore his birthday every year after that #carrie knows what month her dads birthday is but she’s forgotten the date and he doesn’t celebrate it. she knows not to ask #on his birthdays sometimes he and rose would just sit in complete silence #she was heavily pregnant and in a lot of discomfort but she sat in silence with him all the same #and then she was in pain and so apologetic but all bobby could think of was ‘thank god this birthday isn’t mine anymore’#carlos is born at 1am the next morning and trevor couldn’t help but wish the poor guy had been an hour or two sooner #netflixwewantjatp2 #jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #alex mercer #julie molina #netflixwewantjatps2 #reggie peters #boggie #bobby jatp #queenmolina hcs #bobby wilson #trevor wilson #bobby robertson bobbins #happy birthday bobby

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imaginesbymonika · 4 years ago

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Playing Cupid (Jack Kline x reader)

A/N: takes place during the 14th season, shortly after Dean returns to the bunker

Plot: The boys realize that maybe their baby sister and Jack are more than just friends

Pairing(s): Jack Kline x Reader, Winchesters x sibling reader

Song to listen to while reading:

Dean who sits down next to his brother sighs:” Anything fascinating happened, while I was gone?”, he asks while crossing his arms. Sam, who is going over a book just rolls his eyes. For a few seconds, the oldest Winchester’s eyes roam the room, observing the other hunters, before a giggle from his mother grabs his interest.

She is sitting on the opposing side of the table and smiles while flipping a page of her notebook. “What’s that supposed to mean?”, Dean inquires and crinkles his forehead. “Nothing.”.

Dean rolls his eyes and lets out a deep sigh:” Spill.”.

Mary puts down the notebook and turns her entire attention on her sons before she leans her arms on the hardwood table. “For how long?”, she asks and the two brothers exchange a look before Sam clears his throat:” For how long what?”. His mother smiles and glances through the room:” For how long is this going on?”.

Sam and Dean both follow her stare and when their eyes fall upon Y/N and Jack their spin back to their mother. Dean is the first one to express their shared confusion:” I don’t understand - I don’t know what you’re talking about ?”.

Mary let out a laugh:” I know she’s you’re baby sister, but that doesn’t imply she’s all that innocent.”.

Sam who took a sip of his water chokes on the fluid and begins coughing. “I mean, they do look cute together.”.

The two Winchesters once again turn their attention on Y/N and the Nephilim. They laugh about something Y/N mumbled and when the nineteen-year-old, with the crooked tooth turns her attention back on the book the brothers catch how Jack ogles at her a little longer than a friend would. As if the young woman felt her brother's stares on her, she perks up.

She wrinkles her brows and silently mouthes:” Are you okay?”, at Sam, who is still struggling to catch his breath. Sam just nods and takes a deep breath before he turns back to his mother:” Are you sure?”, he whispers. “Yeah, are you sure?”.

Mary chuckles:” I mean, they do steal glances now and then, and they also shared a cabin a few days ago, I-.”.

Before she can finish her sentence, Dean’s eyes widen while he stands up. He steps towards the hallway:” Jack, a word! Kitchen! Alone! Now!”.

Y/N and Jack trade a short look before the half-angel awkwardly gets up to follow the oldest Winchester.

As soon as Jack arrives in the kitchen of the bunker Dean points at the chair on the other side of the table. The blonde-haired man nods and quietly does what he’s advised, before folding his hands. Jack gazes at him with a combination of confusion and interest, and Dean’s facial features soften for a short second before he clears his throat and furrows his brows once again.

“Is it true?”. “What?”. Dean sighs:” You and my sister, are you two a- you know.”. He makes a quick hand gesture, Jack’s eyes observe Dean's actions before he tilts his head:” What do you mean?”. “Are you and Y/N- are you dating?”. Jack’s eyes widen:” Dating? Y/N and me? No, I don’t think so.”.

“But.... but would you like to?”. A silence falls upon the two before Jack lets out an extended sigh. “I- I like Y/N. I really...adore her. She’s the sweetest person ever, she was the first one to greet me with open arms... it’s just-.”. He hesitates and rubs the back of his neck while staring at the floor:” I don’t think I’m good enough for her.”.

Dean leans back and licks his lips. A part of him wants to agree, tell Jack to keep his distance- because he never could be enough for his precious baby sister. No one could.

But instead, he takes a deep breath before flashing his smile:” Jack, listen... there is no one more perfect for Y/N.”.

For a second Jack’s eyes start sparkling:” R-Really? You think so?”.

Dean chuckles:” Absolutely. Now, go get her- but you have to pledge to me - you’ll take good care of her.”. The young man rapidly nods while the smile never leaves his mouth for a second. He promptly gets up and abandons the kitchen.

Dean chuckles and stands up as well: ”Well, that’s my good deed of the day.”.

#angst #fluff #dean winchester angsty #dean winchester x sister #dean winchester #sam winchester x sister #sam winchester x you #sam and dean #sam Winchester #jack kline x y/n #jack kline fluff #supernatural x sibling reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural #mary winchester #imagine

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harryssunflowerkiwi · 4 years ago

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‘KIWI’ Part 2.

Pairing: Harry Styles x female reader.

Synopsis: You see Harry again. he’s still smitten and you’re horny.

Word count: 8.1K

Warnings: swearing, drinking, drugs (cocaine; mentioned in some detail), and SMUT (unprotected! Wrap it up pls), and slight pain kink. 18+

A/N: Hello! I hope you’re doing good :) here’s part two!!! Yay!! Thank you to those who liked part one. I truly am having so much fun writing this. Sorry it took me 80000 years to post this, I took a break! But it’s here and I’m so happy. Also, this is my first time writing smut! So please be nice but let me know what you think. Again, please keep in mind that this is PURE FICTION and is in no way an accurate dipiction of Harry Styles! It’s just for entertainment purposes. Also! For the purpose of the story, please pretend kiwi was not part of HS1 and instead part of his third (unwritten) album :) With that being said, i hope you love this part as much as I do xoxo

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🥝 Outfits mentioned in this part 🥝

Words underlined are links !

PART 1

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September 12th 2020~

It’s nine days since Harry had met you, nine long days. For him the days since have been filled with long studio hours and sleepless nights. Every night he’d come home and wonder when he’d get the chance to meet you again, he’d think about what you were doing and if you were thinking about him as much as he’d been thinking about you. Surely you hadn’t, he thought. If you had been interested you would have given him your phone number, like all the other girls had jumped at the chance to do. He tried to stay humble, but he wasn’t oblivious to the effect he had on women. It was obvious, atleast it always had been before. They all threw themselves at him, but you didn’t. You didn’t even give him a proper excuse to why he couldn’t have your number. You showed him very little interest and yet, here he was completely infatuated after one simple meeting. Sure, meeting you gave him enough inspiration to write songs which was initially the reason he went to that party. But it only left him wanting to do whatever he could to get the chance to see you again.

The days since the party have been rather stress filled for you on the other hand. With London fashion week coming up in less than a week you had so much work to do. You had a fashion show on the seventeenth to prepare for and dozens of custom outfits for various celebrities to finalize. It was both exhausting and exhilarating. You had thought about Harry, he’d pop up in your head whenever a song of his would play in the office or in the coffee shop you went to almost everyday. You felt the spark when you two had met, of course you did. He was incredibly attractive, charming, and kind but you didn’t have time to be dating a celebrity of his stature. You have a buisness to run and the last thing you need a bunch of insanely nosey fans bullying you along with the heartbreak of the inevitable break up.

Harry was sitting in the studio with Mitch, Sarah, and Charlotte recording. The three of his band mates were in the booth recording their respective parts of a song Harry had written a few months back called “30,000 miles” while Harry was sat on one of the black leather couches just outside the booth attempting to write. Although he’s been able to write a lot about you, he’s only gotten one song even remotely close to being finished. Most of what’s he’s writin since meeting you has come out more like journal entries about how your eyes made him quiver and how when you hugged him he felt like your touch was exactly what he’d been missing thus far. It all sounded like a horny fourteen year old, Harry thought. He needed to see you again for his feelings to repourpose themselves into more coherent emotions. Harry had been wracking his brain on how to make that happen since the two of you met, and the only thing he could think of was to ask Jeff. The only problem with that, however, was that Jeff would more than likely tell you and make Harry look desperate. And even though he was bordering on desperate, he certainly didn’t want you to know that.

Harry was lost in thought (about you of course) when Mitch came out of the booth and sat in the dark blue velvet armchair directly across from Harry. “Still having trouble dude?” He asked sympathetically bringing Harry out of his little trance. Harry sighed and moved his gaze away from the small leather bound notebook he was writing in to focus on his friend.

“S’ just hard man. S’neva been this hard before.” Harry said as he closed the book.

Mitch nodded and mumbled “it’s probably because you’ve never been single while tryna write”. Harry put his palms over his face and let out deep chuckle.

“Fuck, you’ve go’ a good point” he agreed as he sat lower into the couch.

“Are you interested in anyone at all right now? I mean I don’t think I’ve seen ya single for this long in forever” Mitch pointed out as he reached for his water bottle from beside the sound board. Harry sighed deeply, ran his right hand through his curls and gave Mitch a little pout.

“Who is she dude?” Mitch asks with after letting out a loud laugh at his friend being overly dramatic.

“Y’ remember y/n? The designer fo’ KIWI?” Harry responds, leaning forward and rests his left palm under his chin.

“Fuckin hell H. Wasn’t that night the first time you met her?” Mitch says with a grin, obviously teasing Harry.

“I know, I know. S’fuckin ridiculous but I can’ stop thinking about her” Harry replied as he slouched himself back into the couch shoved his black raybans off the top of his head so they were sitting on his nose, covering his embassment.

September 13th 2020~

Today is Sunday, which means it’s Harry’s day off. He didn’t really know what to do with the day but he was still extremely happy to have time to relax and try (and fail) to not worry about everything. He woke up at ten this morning, actually allowing himself to sleep in to make up for the various all nighters he had been pulling throughout the last week. He dreamt of you but not in the way he’d want, not one of those erotic sex dreams where he could make all his needs come true. No. In his dream you were with someone else, and he kept trying to talk to you but you couldn’t hear him or you were simply ignoring him. Either way it didn’t feel good but for some ungodly reason he’d still woken up with a raging boner. “Fuckin ‘ell even the thought of her wit’ someone else gets me off” he grumbled with a groan in frustration as he rolled out of bed.

As Harry was making himself breakfast, chopping yellow grape tomatoes on the large oak cutting board that sat on the marble counter next to the stove, he heard his phone ring. He looked around to try and spot where the ringing was coming from as he’d forgotten where he’d put it. He spotted it on the island behind him and to his left. He sprinted over to it and quickly answered with his left hand, wiping the tomato juice off the fingers on his right hand off on his blue sweatpants. “Harry here” he said realizing he hadn’t checked to see who it was before answering.

“Harry! I’ve got great news for you mate” Mitch’s deep American accent rang through the phone.

“Wha’ is the good news Mitch?” Harry asked as he sat at one of the light blue quilted stools that sat at the island, suddenly feeling slightly anxious.

“I’ve just found out KIWI is doing a show for London fashion week, it’s this Thursday” Harry could practically hear the grin on Mitch’s face through his voice. A fashion show? How could he get an invite four days before the show? Would he even get the chance to see her if he did? Won’t she be busy? Won’t she think he’s weird for going? Harry’s mind was filled with questions he knew Mitch wouldn’t have the answers to.

“Dude?” Mitch’s voice snapped Harry out of his panicked thoughts.

“Gotta go man, thanks for telling me” Harry mumbled before hanging up quickly.

After a few hours of debating with himself and trying tirelessly to forget about the idea all together, Harry found himself sat at his dining table with his phone open to Jeff’s contact. He stared down at the phone resting against the mahogany wood dining table trying to convince himself this was a bad idea. However, his efforts were in vain in the end. He glanced at the time in the right hand corner and it showed 12:41AM. He pressed the call button so quickly he himself even doubted if he’d done it at all, but evidently the calling screen came up and he brought it to his ear. Letting out a huge sigh at the forth ring, figering Jeff wouldn’t even pick up at this time of night. “Hello?” Harry almost dropped the phone when he’d heard Jeff’s voice on the other end.

“Um h-hello, Jeff s’ Harry” he stuttered slightly, still not really believing he was going through with this.

“Yeah H, I know. What’s up?” Jeff chuckled loudly.

“Oh umm so you uh know y/n right?” Harry asked trying not to seem to eager.

Again, Jeff laughed a bit before saying “you like her don’t you?”. Harry groaned internally at his friends ability to gudge his feelings based on his voice alone.

“Doesn’ matter, was jus’ callin’ to see if you could get meh a seat at the KIWI show on Thursday” Harry said as more of a statement rather than a question, feeling his confidence peak its head again.

“H, that’s in four days” Jeff responded without hesitation.

“Yeh I know, I jus’ ave’ to be there alrigh’?” Harry asked as politely as he could without making it obvious he was trying desperately to avoid any further questioning.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do”.

September 14th 2020~

Today was incredibly busy for you. There were only three days till your show and you still had so much to do to make sure it would be perfect. You were currently at the office that you rent out for KIWI. The space is nice, modern and open with a slightly acclectic feel to match your taste. There were 3 separated offices, the smallest was for your assistant Grace, another for the head of public relations for the company who’s name is Gretchen, and the largest one at the end of the hall was yours. You decorated nicely, but kept it minimal as to not cause to many distractions. You only came in when there was issues you couldn’t deal with from home or when you just felt like getting out of the house to work. You liked to keep your company small, only hiring people who you really trust for jobs you couldn’t handle yourself. Even though KIWI is incredibly successful, you were generally able to manage it with little help.

At 7:13AM you arrived, greeting Grace and heading straight to your private office telling her to follow you. Once sat in your large brown leather chair Grace started giving you the rundown of who’s called, what there is to do, shipments, etc. “Jeff Azoff called early this morning, he left a voicemail asking for your availability. I told him to call back at 11 just before you go out for lunch as that is your earliest availability today” she relayed as she stood nervously (she was pretty much always nervous, even though she’d been working for you for over two years).

“Okay, did he mention what it was about?” You asked wondering what he could possibly need that he wouldn’t just call your cell.

“No, but he did say it’s urgent” Grace responded with a small nod.

At a quarter to eleven your desk phone rang, you picked up at the first ring already sitting right next to it typing out an email on your laptop. “Mr. Azoff on line 2” Grace said on the other side.

“Great, thanks Grace” you responded before hanging up and switching to line two. “Hey Jeff” you said as you closed your laptop.

“Hi! How’s it going y/n, haven’t talked since the party” he asked seeming quite cheery.

“I’m good Jeff, why are you calling through KIWI? Why not just call my cell?” You questioned rather confused.

“Ah because you told me not to call your cell for matters concerning KIWI-” he said as if it was obvious.

“Right, but you you’ve only ever called regarding KIWI to get pieces for one of your clients and you usually go through Gretchen” you cut him off, still extremely confused.

He chuckled before saying “Well If you’d stop cutting me off I’d tell you why I’m calling. I need a front row seat for your show on Thursday”. Well, that was certainly not what you thought he’d say. He’s never asked for a seat at one of your shows, let alone a front row three days before it happens.

“What? Are you insane? It’s in three days. Why on earth would you need a front row seat?” You asked, now even more confused.

“It’s not for me, it’s for Harry. C’mon I know you can bump someone back a bit, it’ll be good publicity having him there” Jeff said calmly. You had to do a bit of a double take when he mentioned Harry’s name, why would Jeff need him to be there this last minute? He had surely already been invited to the Gucci show on the same day. You sighed

“I don’t know, the people I put in front row deserve to be there. Any of them would take it as an insult to be put in second row”. You heard hum quietly on the other side of the phone

“y/n if you put Harry upfront it’ll be good for KIWI, you know I’m right” he continued. You let out a frustrated huff, you knew he was right. The paps would have a field day with him missing the Gucci show to come to yours, but you already had so much to deal with.

“Was this your idea or his?” You asked, genuinely curious. “He asked me to, but I think it’s an incredible idea for both of you” he said confidently.

“Fine, call Grace to set up the details. I’ll have an outfit sent to Harry by Wednesday morning just email me his measurements. He can’t be showing up to my show in Gucci” you replied sternly, giving in.

Harry was at the studio when Jeff called him. He was going over some adjustments for ‘30,000 miles’ with Kid Harpoon when his phone rang. “Jeff! Any news?” He said hopefully after picking up as soon as he was Jeff’s contact.

Jeff chuckled at the boys eagerness “Mhm you’re lucky I’m so good at convincing people, you’ve got a front row seat at the KIWI fashion show this Thursday” he said proudly.

Harry stood out of the leather rolling chair instantly and yelled “Wooooo!” Slightly starting Kid and causing Jeff to laugh through the phone.

“I’m glad I could get it for ya H. They are sending over an outfit for you to wear and I’ll have a car at your place on Thursday at 6PM sharp to pick you up.” Harry smiled widely, taking in the information as he sat back down.

“Thank ya’ Jeff, y’ the best manager eva’”

September 17th 2020~

Today is the big day. Of course it’s not your first runway show but the nerves never lessen, every time it gets more intense and nerve-racking. The cloths you design are your heart and soul, your blood sweat and tears, your everything. This makes showing them off to critics and the entire world terrifying but exciting. Not to mention you’ve decided to walk as the last model for the finale, which makes the whole thing even scarier as you’ve never really walked a runway as a model.

For some reason the knowledge that Harry was going to be front row made you all the more anxious and you hated it. No man has ever made you nervous at your own damn fashion show, it’s rediculous. “I don’t even like him” you said aloud to yourself as you were in the car on the way to the venue. Luckily by now your driver knows well enough to keep his mouth shut when you talk to yourself.

Once you arrived at the venue it was half past two. You always show up hours before the show to help set up, get all the outfits in place for the respective models and make sure everything is absolutely perfect. You’d spent months designing the way you wanted the show to look, clothing aside. The catwalk is all white, ensuring that all the colors included in the collection pop as they were meant to, especially once photographed. Above the runway are large fixtures that are meant to look like clouds, giving the whole collection an airy out-of-this-world feel. Which is exactly what you had planned when designing it.

Backstage was hectic and stressful, as it always was. The models all arrived at three, giving everyone enough time to get hair and makeup done in time for the show. The makeup and hair you had chosen for this collection was simple, yet bold. Nothing to extreme to not take away from the clothes.

Harry was incredibly excited for the show, more excited than he had been for a fashion show since the first one he attended. He was there to see you, but he was also elated to get to see the collection. He’s never been disappointed by the pieces you’d designed. Even before his newfound crush on you. You were exceedingly talented and fantastic at what you do, he’s known that since long before he met you. The suit you’d sent for him was breathtaking to say the least. He absolutely adored it. It was a black suit, with gold lining and silver flower embroidery all along the jacket. It made him feel like a billion dollars.

Harry arrived just before the show started, not to seem to eager in case you came to survey the venue before it started. He found the seat with his name on it and grinned widely as he sat. His seat was right at the end of the runway where the models would turn before walking back. It was the ideal spot really, and it gave him butterflies thinking that you gave him the best spot. The venue was nothing like he’d ever seen before and he was sure you had something to do with that also, because it was breathtaking.

Time went by like a blink of the eye for you, what seemed like twenty minutes turned out to be an hour. You were ushered to the hair and makeup chair to prepare for the finale. For some reason all your nerves had dissipated, completely vanished into thin air as you sat and listened to the makeup artist compliment you on how incredible everything looked.

After forty minutes in the hair and makeup chair you were being dressed. You had chosen one of the only gowns in the collection for the finale, wanting to go out on a memorable note (even though you considered every piece in the collection to be memorable). The gown was a floor length fully hand embroidered black and gold gown. Each embroidery was done by you. It had long sleeves with the same detailing and it was sinched perfectly around your waist with a large solid gold plate. The gown was the piece that inspired the whole collection, taking almost six months to make. You were very proud of it and you felt incredibly sexy.

As your stylists were putting you in your black pumps, one of the coordinators came over and said “miss y/l/n is on in five”. You took a deep breath, attempting to mentally prepare yourself. You followed the coordinator towards the entrance to the catwalk. You felt eerily calm, you knew you should be freaking out but you weren’t. You felt incredible.

“3..2...1.. here comes y/n for the finale”

Harry was thoroughly enjoying the show, each item was completely perfect. Everything was cohesive but wildly different, anyone with working eyes could tell how much thought and attention to detail was put into everything. Even the styling was uniquely perfect, each model wore the pieces like they were made for them. Not a single thing looked out of place, everything belonged in a rabelious harmony and Harry was completely enveloped in it. The music stopped playing as the last model walked out, Harry looked around as another song started playing. Assuming this was the finale, Harry sat up straighter and grinned. Excited to see whatever you had planned. As the beat dropped in the song, all the models came walking out in two lines. One on the right and one on the left. Once the two front models came to the end of the catwalk they all stopped and slowly bowed their heads. Harry’s heart was beating so fast he thought he might actually have a heart attack. Then all of a sudden you walked around the corner and stepped onto the runway and Harry’s heart stopped completely. You were walking towards him like you had walked a million runways. You looked so powerful and sexy. The gown you wore was nothing short of breathtaking, a fine piece of art and the way it fit your body made all the blood rush towards his crotch.

As you reached the end of the catwalk you looked directly at Harry, who was sitting right night to the main camera. You gave him a quick knowing smirk, obviously seeing the pure shock on his face as you turned around and started walking back towards the entrance. God, you felt fucking incredible. Each model followed you one by one off the runway before the music stopped.

September 23rd 2020~

The last three days went by relatively fast for you. The show went exactly how you wanted it to and it was nothing short of perfection. All the press had been incredible and the critics were being positive which wasn’t always a given. There’s been a lot of buzz about the gown you wore, in fact, there’s word of the national art museum of London wanting to showcase it which is unbelievable. All your success has been skyrocketed, even from what it was at before. Having Harry at the show helped with the media buzz, they always went crazy when he was around but it did start rumours of the two of you dating. Especially after the pictures from the show were released and it was very obvious he was staring at you in such a way. You didn’t really care though, all publicity was good publicity.

It was Wednesday today, and you decided to work from home this week because you were still pretty exhausted from all the work you’d done in preparation for the show. Your day had been relitively slow, answering emails and drawing out some new designs for spring. You were sitting at your desk drawing out a coat design when your phone started ringing, you glanced at it and saw Glenne’s name pop up. You smiled lightly and picked up up.

“Hello?” You greeted her.

“Hey y/n! How are you?” She asked cheerily.

“I’m great G, just finishing some work. How are you?” You asked as you sat back in your chair.

“Great! So the reason I’m calling is because Jeff and I wanted to throw a party for you to celebrate the show. Obviously we need you here for that” she giggled, obviously excited.

“Aw of course I’ll come. What day is it?” You asked.

“It’s Friday night! It’ll be at the Hilton hotel, just give them your name. We’d like everyone to be there at nine if possible” she responded.

“Okay! I’ll be there at seven babe” you said as you stood up to look in your fridge, suddenly feeling hungry.

“Harry will be there” Glenne said knowingly, slightly drawing out the end of his name. You laughed as you shoved a slice of cheese into your mouth.

“And?” You asked.

She giggled again, “he’s been asking about you a lot lately, and we all saw him at your show. You two are obviously fucking” she said in a mocking tone.

“G! We are not. He’s just obsessed with me” you chuckled, rummaging through your fridge for more snacks.

“Oh stop, who isn’t? Plus you guys would be adorable together!” She responded loudly through the phone.

“G, he’s the relationship type and I’m so far from that, you know this” you said sternly.

“Y/N you don’t even know him, how do you know he’s the relationship type?” She asked giggling at your tendency to assume you know people immediately upon meeting them.

“I’ve heard his music, G. Anyways, I’ve got to go make something to eat before my stomach eats itself. I’ll see you Friday”.

September 25th 2020~

As soon as Jeff told Harry about the party they were throwing for you he was ecstatic, knowing he’d get a chance to actually speak to you. Since it was a celebration of you and KIWI, Harry decided to wear some of the pieces he owned that you designed. It took him about 30 minutes to decided on which of your designs he wanted to wear, hoping you would appreciate the gesture. Jeff had already assured Harry that he wouldn’t be the only one wearing KIWI at the party when he brought up the idea to him, which made Harry feel more comfortable. Eventually he decided to wear a two piece set you’d designed last season. It was Harry’s favourite. It was a long sleeve button up shirt and long perfectly fitted trousers, both made out of a beautiful sparkly blue fabric with a light contrast stitching.

Upon arriving at the hotel Harry noticed that there were many cars parked out front and all down the street, way more than there had been at the last get together. He assumed it was because you would have invited more of your circle this time, as they were celebrating you. Harry made it up to the penthouse where the lady at the front desk had told him to go, and was greeted at the door by Jeff, quickly giving him a hug and ushering him into the large room. “Sorry I’m a little late, had some issues with m’ car” Harry apologized to Jeff with a small smile, both of them fully aware that he was indeed late because he takes so long to get ready.

“S’all good man, it’s just getting started” Jeff chuckled lowly as Harry followed him through the foyer and into the large open living room, where it seemed most of the party goers were. It was a pretty busy, around 80 people from what Harry could see. Through the crowd his eyes landed directly on you. You were talking to a small group of people, some of who Harry recognized. You were sitting on one of the big couches on the right side of the open space, you were slowly nodding while sipping from a glass of dark brown liquid. You were wearing a gold sparkly jumpsuit that hugged every inch of your torso in the most flattering way possible and flared at the from the knee down. Half of your wavy hair was effortlessly pinned back with a brown claw clip. You looked so beautiful, you stood out in the crowd of other beautiful people. Your energy and vibrancy completely overpowering the room.

As soon as Harry entered the living room with Jeff your attention was taken away from the group of friends around you. You immediately noticed that Harry was wearing one of your personal favourite designs, and you could tell he had spotted you aswell. As if he was looking for you, he smiled widely as you made eye contact. “Excuse me guys, I’m going to grab another drink” you smiled at the group before standing up and walking across the living room diagonally towards the open concept kitchen to the left of the living room. You purposefully glanced at Harry as you walked passed him with a cute innocent smile.

As soon as you entered the kitchen and bar area you felt someone behind you, you turned on your heel being met with Harry a few feet behind you. “Ello love” he greeted you with his deep English accent, “congratulations on the show, ‘t was incredible” he complimented with a genuine smile on his soft pink lips. You smiled back and slowly looked him up and down, observing his body in your design.

“Thank you, Harry. I’m glad you liked it. Lovely choice by the way” you said as you motioned towards his outfit with your hand.

“T’was hard too choose which one to wear if I’m ‘onest” he replied with a low chuckle as he stepped towards you a bit.

“You made the right choice, it’s one of my favourite designs I’ve done” you complimented as you leaned against the large marble counter, placing your almost empty drink on it “fits your body perfectly” you continued as you met your gaze with his again.

“It does doesn’t it?” He asked cheekily as he pulled at the top a bit with his ring clad hands. “Y’ look incredible, love the jumpsuit” he flattered as he moved about a foot closer, leaving only a few inches between the two of you.

You smirked “so charming” you replied as you gently touched his cheek while holding strong eye contact. You could feel his heart beating against your arm. You stared at each other for a few more seconds, almost as if you were having a conversation solely through eye contact.

“You need a drink” you smiled as you let your hand fall from his face and you spinned around as you made your way over to the bar.

Harry was completely stunned as he watched you walk over to the large bar, quickly grabbing all the ingredients for whatever drink you had decided he should drink. Being so close to you only moments before made his mind blur and his heart race. How could you just walk away when it seemed as if you were about to kiss him? Most people would jump at the chance. But he assumes most people would also jump at the chance to kiss you, he certainly would. He was taken out of his thoughts by your sweet voice. “Harry” you called for him from the bar, his name sounding like heaven coming out of your mouth like that.

“What’d ya make me love?” He asked as he walked over to you. You held out a glass filled with dark brown liquid and a single large ice cube in it.

“A Manhattan, it’s my favourite” you blinked sweetly at him, the sides of your mouth tugging up at the sides as he grabbed it mimicking your smile before taking a sip and making a face as though he’d just taken a shot. Your smile grew.

“S’very strong love, but good” he assured you.

“Mmm what’s the point of a drink if it’s not strong enough to burn” you replied, not as a question but rather a strong statement again hitting him with that beautiful stare. You picked up your own drink (the same as the one you’d made for him) and said a quick “cheers” before downing most of it. Harry was about to say something but was quickly inturrupted by a group of people entering the bar area.

The group consisted of a few people Harry knew, immediately recognizing Lizzo, ASAP Rocky, Gigi and Bella Hadid but there were a few others with them he didn’t know (or atleast didn’t recognize). The smile on your face grew into a wide grin as Bella squealed and said your name, engulfing you in a bear hug. “Bells!” You giggled lightly into her shoulder before releasing from the hug.

“The show was incredible Y/N. You’re a fucking genius” she praised as she walked behind the bar, still smiling widely.

“You walked in it love” you reminded her, giggling as you went to greet Rocky. The two of you hugged tightly before releasing, Rocky’s hands going up to cup your face.

“You killed it baby, just like you always do” he said as he kissed your nose. You could feel Harry’s eyes burning into the side of your head as he chatted along with lizzo.

“Mm thank you Rocky, you know you’re my muse” you grinned wider as you kissed both his hands in appreciation.

Harry couldn’t help but watch your interaction with Rocky, you seemed so comfortable, so intimate. Harry felt a pang of jealousy run through his stomach at you calling Rocky your “muse”. He brushed it off with a clearing of his throat as he turned his attention back to lizzo. “You good H? Uh oh. Y/N made you one of her manhattans didn’t she?” Lizzo laughed loudly looking down at the drink in his hands before hitting Harry’s shoulder playfully, the question bringing your attention to them.

“Hey! My manhattans are world renowned Mel” (Lizzo’s real name is Melissa) you said proudly as you took a few steps forward, closing the distance between you and the couple. You pulled Lizzo in for a hug “m glad you came” you said as the two of you pulled apart.

“Of course! The collection is legendary as per” she replied genuinely. You thanked her and gave her a kiss on the cheek before turning your attention to Harry.

“If you’ll excuse Harry and I, Mel. He was just about to escort me outside for a smoke” you informed her, all well making full eye contact with Harry.

“Mhmmm you two have fun, come get me for shots later”

Harry followed you outside onto the large open balcony, watching you greet people on the way, doing the same if he knew the person. As soon as the two of you stepped outside Harry watched you take a deep breath, tipping your head back slightly to take in the fresh air. It looked almost erotic, even though it was just a simple action it made all Harry’s senses tingle. “How do’ya know Rocky?” Harry asked seemingly out of nowhere, it almost shocked himself. He knew he tends to get jealous rather easily, and maybe even a little possessive but usually it only comes out with people he’s exclusive with, not a women he’s never even kissed. And yet, there it was. He tried to sound casual but worried he failed terribly. You turned your head to him with a slight smirk before licking your lower lip and chuckling slightly.

“Oh, we’ve known each other for a long time. Met him at a party when I was first starting out” you said nonchalantly before grabbing a pack of cigarettes off the small table that sat on the deck. Harry nodded, understanding that you were in no way going to give away the nature of yours and Rockys relationship.

“I listened through your album again this morning” you admitted, effortlessly changing the subject back to him while taking a long drag of the cigarette you had just lit. Harry tried his best to hide the grin appearing on his face as he stared at you,

“did ya?” He asked waiting for you to continue your thought.

“Mhm. Listened to it in the shower” you hummed, as you leaned forward against the railing in front of the two of you, taking in the view and breaking eye contact.

The thought of you listening to Harry sing while completely naked in the shower made his skin feel like it was on fire and all his blood rush down to his groin. “What’s y’ favourite song?” He asked, leaning his back against the railing right next to you and looking down at your face. You looked up at him and hummed in thought.

“She” you said with a thoughtful, almost devious smile before standing up straight and putting out your smoke.

“Let’s go do shots, yeah?” Harry nodded with an amused smile as you grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the hotel.

Four shots and two hours later Harry found himself sitting on one of the couches to the right side of the open living room, watching you dance along with your friends in the middle. You looked so free, so careless, so magical. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, trying to listen to whatever Jeff was trying to tell him to his right. “You’re not paying attention are you man?” Harry heard Jeff ask through a laugh as he followed Harry’s eyeline straight to you. Harry pried his eyes away from you to look at Jeff

“sorry mate. I’m listenin’” Harry told him, not really trying to be convincing.

“She’s an actress y’know. Not literally, but she knows how to get what she wants, she always has. But she’s got a good heart, just be careful alright?” Jeff said to him, patting his knee before standing up and walking over to glenne who was stood at the other side of the room.

Harry sat, watching you as he went over what Jeff had said to him a few moments ago. “She’s an actress”. Did he have to be careful? You didn’t look dangerous, but you did scare him a little. Not because he thought you’d physically hurt him or anything, but he knew if he’d let you, you could dig deep into his already fragile heart. Break it, possibly like it hadn’t been before.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts by seeing you turn your body towards where he was sitting, breaking yourself out of the group of friends that surrounded you. You made eye contact with Harry and motioned for him to come to you with your perfectly manicured right hand. You weren’t smiling, but he could see a glint of something he thought was amusement in your eyes. He got up and walked over to you. “You motioned fo’ me love?” He asked as he approached, a small smirk apparently on both your lips.

“Mhm, come” you said as you offered him your hand. He took your small hand in his as you ushered him through the growing crowd.

The two of you walked all the way through the living room, and passed the kitchen before entering a smaller room to the left of the kitchen. As you entered Harry took in his surroundings, it appeared to be an office space. There was a glass table in the center of the room with a large plate decorated with multiple lines of white powder on it, along with three chairs; one blue velvet and the other two grey of the same material. There were a few other people in the room, but Harry didn’t recognize them. “Some privacy please loves” you said aloud, asking them to leave Harry and yourself alone in the space. The strangers immediately obliged when they saw you, muttering greetings as they exited. You turned around to face Harry who was standing only slightly behind you.

“do you fancy a line Harry?” You asked, your hand coming up to touch his shoulder lightly.

“S’ a party innit?” He agreed, making you smile all too innocently given what he was agreeing to was quite the opposite. You walked over to the plate of narcotics, picking up the metal straw from beside it before holding it up to your nose. You bent over the table, flipping your hair over to the right side to make sure it didn’t get in the way as you breathed in deep through your nose inhaling a thick line of the powder. Harry watched as you stood up straight, tipping your head back and inhaling through your nose to make sure you got it all. You let out a cheery giggle before holding the straw out to Harry. He took it and did the same.

Just as Harry stood up straight you gently carressed his left cheek, staring into his blown out pupils. “God, you’re somethin’ else” he spoke just below a whisper, only loud enough for you to barely hear. He brought his large ring filled hand up to your waist as your hand fell from his cheek to his neck. He applied pressure to your waist encouraging you to move so your bum was pushed against the glass table. Once you obliged he moved even closer to you so your noses were practically touching, his hand moving to smooth itself over your back to hold you in place.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, his voice much lower and more raspy than it had been. His eyes filled with desperation and lust. Instead of responding you giggled lightly and pulled him in by his neck, connecting your lips. The kiss was slow and messy, but filled with an undying passion. Your left hand squeezed his neck slightly, egging him on as one of his hands went to cup your jaw while the other one steadied on your waist. You opened your mouth slightly, inviting him in which he immediately took advantage of, sliding his tongue into your mouth. Both your lips were slightly numb from the coke but it did nothing but intensify the feeling. He tasted like whiskey and peppermint, making your head dizzy (in the most incredible way). You let your hands drop down to his waistband, slowly untucking the button down from his trousers and beginning to undue the buttons. Your eagerness made a low groan erupt from the back of his throat, feeling his boner growing rapidly at your touch. You broke the kiss as you finished unbuttoning his shirt, both of your breathing unsteady. He watched as you ran your hands up his torso slowly before pushing his sleeves off his wide shoulders. You made eye contact with him as he went to kiss you again, you stopped him shaking your head. You bent your head down slightly and licked his chest, starting from the top of his butterfly tattoo and ending just under his jaw. The feeling driving Harry completely insane with lust, goosebumps appearing all over his body as he let out a throaty moan

“y’ drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy” he said as you came up, standing up straight.

“Sit” you spoke, pointing at the large blue velvet chair next to you, not breaking eye contact. You could still hear the booming music and people taking from the other rooms as you watched him sit. You turned around so your back was facing Harry as you undid the tie that held up the top part of your jumpsuit letting it fall down, exposing your entire torso and back.

You heard Harry mutter a low “fuck” as you turned around and positioned yourself on top of him, successfully straddling his lap.

You could feel the exceedingly large bulge through his pants pressing against your crotch as he began kissing down your neck and towards your breasts causing you to moan slightly.

“Please Harry” you said breathlessly, giving him some control as you began slowly grinding back and forth against him.

“Tell me princess. Tell me what ya want” he raspily requested as he gripped onto your hips with both his hands, guiding your movements.

“I want you to fuck me harry, I want you to use me” you said still grinding against him while looking down slightly into his eyes as he stared back up at you. Without hesitation he lifted you, firmly holding onto your bum as he stood up and set you down on the table.

“Lift up love” he ordered, you leaned back on your hands and lifted up for bum so he could pull down the remaining part of your jumpsuit. After discarding the material to the side, taking your nude pumps along with it, he took a moment to take in your practically naked body. You grinned widely at his reaction as he began to grope your boobs, once again connecting his lips with yours. You reached your hands down to undo the button of his pants, using your skilled fingers you got them down in record time. You looked back up at him to see his eyes already staring at you. You placed your hands on either side of his face while his still ran along your nude body.

“Please Harry, I need your cock” you whispered seductively causing his whole body to go into overdrive.

He quickly pulled down his already undone trousers and boxers before sliding your peach coloured thong to the side, feeling your dripping pussy with his index finger and letting out an animalistic groan. You watched as he grabbed his large dick with his left hand, lining himself up at your entrance before turning his gaze back to your face. You both held eye contact as he entered you. The feeling completely overwhelming both of you, you leaned your head back, gripping roughly onto his back as you both let out a strangled moan. “Fuck” you moaned “you’re so big”. Your words egging him on, he picked up his pace pumping in and out of you slow but rough. He kept his focus on your face, watching as you moaned his name and praised him. You looked like a complete wet dream, your eyes barely open, your head tilted back as you stared at him through your eyelashes refusing to break eye contact.

“Good girl.... y’ take me so fucking good” he moaned, his ringed fingers digging harshly into your hips as his grip tightened. You lifted your head and moved your hands to his neck pulling him in closer so that his face was not even an inch away from yours.

“Harder Harry, fuck me harder” you moaned, completely out of breath. He started pounding into faster, all the sounds of the hectic party just outside completely drowned out by the sound of his balls slapping harshly against you and your shared moans. You finally broke eye contact when you leaned your head to the side and began leaving messy wet kisses along his jaw before meeting his neck with your mouth. You bit down roughly onto the skin of his neck earning a throaty moan from him. You licked over the spot you’d just bitten, soothing the pain a bit before he pulled your head back, balling your hair into his fist so you would look at him.

“Dirty little princess y’ are... leavin’ marks on me” he growled into your mouth before rejioning your lips to his and continuing his relentless pace with his hips.

You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, the overwhelming tingling travelling all throughout your body, all your senses becoming increasingly clear. “Y’ gonna cum fo’ me love?” He asked as he felt your walls becoming even tighter around his shaft. You nodded rapidly.

“Such a good girl... s’ fuckin tight” he said in between breathless moans.

“Cum fo’ me princess, I wanna feel you” he repeated, moving his right hand from its place on your waist to rub your clit, matching the pace of his hips. You could feel it happening, your vision blurred, your toes curling, your legs shaking rapidly as you dig your nails deep into Harry’s black, holding on for dear life.

“Fuck, Harry. Fuck” you repeated over and over as you came hard around his thick cock.

“Fuck Y/N, y’ gonna make me cum” he moaned into your neck as you held onto his shoulders.

“Cum for me harry, please” you whispered in his ear between moans of your own. You could feel his body start to weaken as he twitched inside of you, about to cum. You wrapped your legs around his hips tightly and pulled him in closer as he let out a loud raspy moan. You felt thick ropes of cum shoot deep inside you.

Once he came down from his high he kept his head rested on your shoulder, your arms and legs still wrapped tightly around him, both of you desperately trying to catch your breath. After a few seconds you both released, your legs falling down beside his as he stood. You made eye contact and you giggled lightly making him smile boyishly. Both of your hair a complete and utter mess, breathing heavily, and completely naked. The plate of cocaine that once sat on the side of the table was now shattered on the floor. “Your insane” Harry said before he laughed looking around the room, really taking in everything that happened. You laughed with him as you hopped off the table and walked over to where he had thrown your jumpsuit and shoes.

“I’m going to assume you meant that as a compliment.” You said as you pulled your jumpsuit up over your nude body.

“F’ course love. You’re a fuckin minx” he complimented as he buttoned up his shirt.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Harry” you shot back with a quick wink as you finished putting you shoes on.

End note: Ahh thank you so much for reading!! I’m kind of nervous about posting this, so please let me know what you thought! I’d seriously appreciate it. And if you liked it please please reblog :) I know the ending is kind of abrupt but it’ll make sense in the next part. Also, there will be ANGST coming up !

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander | Chapter 19

A/N: IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY BITCHES!!!!!

February 14th, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was packing her tote bag.

Thankfully, the team had Valentine’s Day off. Over the past few weeks she’d heard the guys talking about their plans with their wives or girlfriends. John and Aryne were getting John’s parents to watch Jace while they went for dinner in Yorkville. Morgan was bringing Bee to Alo for dinner, in his crutches and all – he wasn’t letting his injury stop him. Jason was going to buy his girls each a bouquet of flowers and have a special night in with them and Jennifer. It all sounded very sweet, and she was happy that, after missing New Year’s with their families, they were at least able to have Valentine’s Day together.

Evan was coming over tonight and Kasha was cooking him a romantic dinner, so Aberdeen had decided she was going to camp out at her local Starbucks with her laptop and notebooks and work on her writing. It was when she was almost finished packing her tote bag did a text come through on her phone.

can u be ready in 15 mins?

Between William and Brendan, she’d just about had it with hockey players telling her to get ready in an absurdly short amount of time.

Why?

did u really think we wouldn’t celebrate valentines minskatt?

She almost dropped her phone on the floor. She had no clue what he was thinking. Clearly he wasn’t.

I don’t know what the custom in Sweden is, but usually you tell a girl if you’re going out on Valentine’s Day so she can look pretty

what’s the fun in that when i can surprise u with something plus u always look pretty its impossible for u not to

What if I already made plans?

Less than ten seconds later, her phone began ringing. She snorted before she picked up. “Hi.”

“You don’t really have plans, do you?” he asked, worry in his voice.

She looked at her notebook sitting on her bed, the one she was supposed to have packed into her tote bag before leaving for Starbucks. Where she should be drinking coffee and writing. Exactly like the stereotype. “Evan’s coming over. I was supposed to go to Starbucks and write,” she informed him.

William knew how seriously Aberdeen took her writing ever since she’d read a lot of it to him during their days alone during the All-Star Break, so he was genuinely worried. “Do you think you can spare a few hours for a Valentine’s Day date? I’m like two minutes from your place,” he said. “But, uh, no pressure. I mean if you want to write, you can go write.”

Aberdeen smiled, though she couldn’t see him. His anxiety was a bit cute, she had to admit. This was the first time in her life, she thought, that she made a boy nervous. The last time she’d tried to use writing as an excuse not to go out, Zane got annoyed and pouty and forced her out to his friend’s birthday party where she had the worst time. “I’ll meet you downstairs,” she said quickly before hanging up.

By the time the elevator took her down to the lobby, she saw William’s Volvo already waiting for her in front of the lobby doors. She slipped into the passenger’s seat quickly, closing the door and immediately noticing how already hot and cozy it was in the car. She looked over to William. “Hi,” she smiled shyly.

“Hi minskatt,” he smiled too, a soft, confident smile on his face. “You look beautiful.”

“Stop trying to butter me up.”

He leaned over the centre console and placed a kiss on her lips. It was supposed to be chaste – supposed to be – but he should have known better, because once his lips were on hers it was endgame for him, and he kept kissing her and deepening the kiss for as long as she’d let him. When she pulled away, she was smiling. “Where are we going?” she asked.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Willy.”

He reached over and grabbed her hand, pulling it over to his lap. “You’ll see, minskatt.”

Aberdeen digressed. He put his car into drive and turned the corner to rejoin Adelaide Street. He grabbed his phone carefully from the cupholder and handed it to her. “Want to play some music?” he asked.

Aberdeen arched her brow. She took the phone from his hands and began scrolling through his Spotify. During the All-Star Break, she’d added more songs to his “Minskatt” playlist, and they’d listened it as they sat around the apartment, or cooked, or did whatever it was they did for those three days – which was basically just eat and have sex. She noticed a couple of songs had been added by him since then, too: ‘Ageless Beauty’ by Stars, ‘Cold Feet’ by Loud Luxury, ‘Honest’ by The Band CAMINO. They all suited her and her taste in music so well.

But she had ulterior motives.

William waited patiently for a song to begin as he drove through the streets. Every time he glanced over at Aberdeen, he saw her smirk getting bigger and bigger. “What are you up to over there?” he asked. “Are you destroying the playlist again?”

Aberdeen giggled and tapped the screen dramatically. She waited.

When the opening notes of ‘Passionfruit’ began to play, William’s jaw dropped dramatically as Aberdeen burst into a fit of laughter at his reaction. “What the hell is this?!” he demanded playfully. “You roast me about my choice and now you play it?!”

“I never said it was a bad song,” she said through giggles.

“You are something else,” he said, pausing dramatically between the two words as he reached over and tried to pinch her on her thigh playfully. She yelped but continued to laugh, grabbing his hand and holding it hers, like she was holding a baby bird. “No extra meatball for you.”

Her eyes lit up at the mention of a meatball. “Sugo meatballs?”

“No,” he shook his head, bringing his car to a stop at the red light. He looked over at her. “San Remo Bakery meatballs.”

She gasped dramatically. “Willy, we’re going to San Remo?”

“Mhm,” he nodded his head. The famous bakery in Etobicoke clearly had her heart, and he knew it would. It was the first thing he thought of when he was planning tonight. “You’re gonna get us whatever’s good and we’re gonna eat.”

Aberdeen wiggled excitedly in her seat. She controlled the playlist and songs as William made his way to Etobicoke the long way – aka, not taking the highway. He was perfectly content with taking King Street and The Queensway the entire way there while maintaining easy, fun, and interesting conversation with Aberdeen, who was suddenly full of stories of other Etobicoke establishments she’d haunt during her high school days. She told stories of she and her friends packing themselves into a car to drive to San Remo Bakery in grade 12, making it back just in time for their afternoon class but smelling like freshly baked bread in the process. She told stories of running through the streets of The Kingsway neighbourhood throughout university when she would go on jogs to clear her head. She told stories of hiking along the Humber Marshes with her dad and traditional afternoon tea at the Old Mill with her mom and taking the subway back home to Royal York station after nights out with her friends in university. She’d memorized the train schedule and knew that the last train going westbound left at 1:52am. For all that she went out, she’d only ended up taking a taxi back home three times.

After every story, William would kiss her hand.

When they were on Royal York Road, Aberdeen became silent as she looked at all the storefronts on the way to the bakery. The sun was just starting to set, and even though it was the dead of winter in Canada, the night was clear and crisp, the sky starting to light up a mixed shade of orange and pink. She looked over at William, his eyes illuminated by the setting sun. For all her thinking half the time that he was so perfect she didn’t think he was real, she was reminded of his status by the beanie he was wearing on top of his head, the Maple Leafs logo glaring back at her.

He pulled the car over to the curb right in front of the bakery. Aberdeen could see inside, and it was pretty busy – like it usually was. She looked at him again. “Do you get recognized a lot when you’re out and about in the city?” she asked.

William shrugged. “Enough.”

She looked between him and the busy bakery again, biting her lip. “Then how about I go in and bring the food back,” she said sheepishly. “That way it’s not…I mean we’re not seen toget—”

“I understand, Aberdeen. It’s okay,” he said, kissing her hand.

“I’m sorry we can’t, like, eat it inside or whatever,” she said sheepishly, knowing that it was because of her anxieties about being caught that they couldn’t be seen in public together. Sometimes she wondered if he had the same, although she doubted it. He was an extremely private person and didn’t let the media know about one iota of his life or who he really was as a person, but he was so carefree with her that she wondered if he let his guard down because his love for her blinded him or something.

“Hey…” he said, leaning over the centre console again so he could give her a soft kiss. “It’s fine. I’m just happy to be spending the night with you. Now go.”

Aberdeen came back with a feast. A giant slice of lasagna (for him), gnocchi in a rosé sauce (for her, her absolute favourite), and two sfoglio cannolis. When she got back in the car, bag filled to the brim, William was smiling. The smell of all the food instantly filled the car and he almost melted right then and there. “God, that smells fucking incredible,” he said. “Alright, next stop.”

“What’s the next stop?”

“You’ll see.”

Aberdeen rolled her eyes again. She didn’t have to wait long, though, because within minutes – seriously, the food was still steaming – they’d arrived at Prince of Wales Park, a small park on the edge of the lake with an amazing and underrated lookout towards the Toronto skyline. The park was empty, with it being the middle of winter, and so was the small parking lot. William parked right at the end, facing the skyline as the sun set over the city.

Aberdeen and William looked at each other at the same time once he put his car in park, turning off the engine but leaving the heating on. “You were planning to eat in the car anyway, weren’t you?” she asked.

“Maybe,” he smiled mischievously.

She took out the food. William audibly moaned as he took his first bite of lasagna. Aberdeen lay her back against the door as she forked some gnocchi into her mouth, sighing at the taste. Between mouthfuls of gnocchi and lasagna and feeding each other little bits to taste, William began to speak, unprompted, just like she had on the way to the bakery. He spoke about growing up with his big family in Sweden and the United States, going back and forth every year. He spoke about skating on rollerblades in his backyard and hitting the corner of a barbecue while his dad chased him and needing three stitches. He spoke about his mom cooking traditional Swedish dishes and his dad being the master of pickled herring. He spoke about hockey and being drafted and moving to Toronto at eighteen. He spoke about having to leave his friends in Sweden but being able to see them every summer. He spoke about how much she would love Sweden, how he wanted to bring her there, how he wanted to show her their family place in Stockholm but also their secluded country house.

After every subject change, she’d lean in and kiss him, and he’d taste like lasagna and she’d taste like gnocchi and it was all just perfect.

When they finished the food, and had washed everything down with some water and put the empty containers back in the bag that Aberdeen tied up and placed at her feet, she looked at William once more. Although everything was sweet, and perfect, and lovely, and everything she would have wanted out of a Valentine’s Day date, the fact of the matter was they’d just had dinner in a car. Alone. Because they couldn’t spend it in a restaurant together. Because they were together, but they couldn’t be together – out in the open, at least.

“Hey Willy?” her voice was sheepish, her mouth speaking before her brain could tell her not to.

“Minskatt?”

“You uh, you know how we’re keeping all this a secret? Like nobody on the team knows we slept together last June, and nobody in the world knows we’re sleeping together now, and the guys on the team think it’s all like…I don’t know, like you having a harmless crush on me or whatever?” she rambled.

“Yes…” William was unsure of where she was going with this.

“So, um…what are we, then?”

He stayed quiet for a moment. “What do you want to be?” he asked.

“Nuh-uh. I’m not making the executive decision here,” she shook her head. “Either we make a decision together or that’s it. We need to define what this is because right now we’re in this weird friends-with-benefits stage even though we’ve already said I love you—”

“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he blurted out, interrupting her. “I thought…I mean, I’ve wanted you to be my girlfriend since the elevator. I thought you knew that.”

She had a hunch, but she needed it confirmed by him out loud so she knew her mind wasn’t playing games with her. “So…so we’re going to do this, then?” she asked timidly.

“Do you want to do this?” he asked, making sure. “Because you already know my answer. I think you’ve known it this whole time, you just hesitate to accept it because your judgement is clouded by the fact that we have to sneak around to love one another and be together.”

For Aberdeen, the answer was easy. It was wrong, and it was immoral, and it was a blatant disregard of the rules she needed to follow professionally and the rules she should be following societally, but it was easy. “Yes. I want to do this. You’re my boyfriend.”

“Then you’re my girlfriend,” William smiled.

“We have a bit of a problem though.”

“Besides the fact that this is against every company policy known to mankind and completely inappropriate?” he asked. It made Aberdeen giggle. “What’s the other problem?”

“Valentine’s Day can’t be our anniversary. It’s too corny.”

William giggled. He grabbed her hand and kissed it before he held it in his lap, his thumb gliding over her backhand tenderly. “When’s our anniversary then, minskatt?”

Aberdeen thought for a few moments before she came to a conclusion. “January 9th.”

William knew the exact date she was talking about and knew why she would choose that date to be their anniversary. “Alright then. January 9th it is.”

Aberdeen smiled, leaning back into the door, satisfied. They had an anniversary. They were official. They were on the same page, regardless of whether or not they liked that page – that page being not being able to share their relationship with anyone or anything. It wasn’t the best page. But they both knew there were better pages ahead.

A secret only they knew.

“What’re you thinking about?” William asked softly.

“You,” she replied. He smiled. “C’mere,” she beckoned.

“Come where?”

She abruptly opened the door, slipping out of the passenger seat and instead moving to the backseat. William watched as she did so, slipping out himself when he realized what she was doing. Once they found each other in the backseat, Aberdeen climbed on top of him and straddled his lap. “You’re being very bold, minskatt,” William smiled.

“Count your blessings,” she winked before leaning in and crashing her lips against his. He reciprocated readily, however ‘shocked’ he was by her bold actions. He was just as hungry for her as she was for him, and his actions showed that: his hands wandering along her thighs, grabbing at her waist; his tongue down her throat, biting her bottom lip. They kissed so much their lips were red and swollen; kissed so much they were fogging up the windows.

Layers. There were too many layers of clothing. It was winter, so they both knew there would be, but it made things annoying. They’d taken their jackets off long ago – William had his off when Aberdeen got in the car, and she’d taken hers off soon after, not bothering to put it back on when she ran in and out of San Remo Bakery – but now there was William t-shirt and hoodie to worry about, and Aberdeen’s sweater, and…

Aberdeen felt William’s hands go underneath her sweater and shivered.

“You alright, minskatt?” William asked as he felt her body shake at his touch.

Aberdeen nodded. She began kissing him again, grinding her hips against his lap, causing him to groan. His hands kept traveling higher and higher against her bare skin until he reached her bra. Aberdeen helped take off her sweater. William took his off, too. She could feel how hard she was getting as she grinded more in his lap, pressing her bare skin onto his and feeling his body heat. Eventually, he pushed her bra straps down, kissing his way down to her breasts before taking a nipple on his mouth. Aberdeen threw her head back. “Willy…” she sighed out, the feeling of his tongue flicking against her nipple making her shiver again. He switched to the other breast. “Oh, Willy…” she began to pant harder.

She dropped her hands in between them.

As Aberdeen stuck her hand down his pants, William stopped. “Ab—Aberdeen—”

“Willy please tell me you have a condom somewhere.”

He huffed, looking nervous. “I d…I don’t think I do—”

“What?”

“I wasn’t expecting this, minskatt. I swear.” Okay, so they couldn’t have sex. But they could still have fun, she thought immediately, because there was no way she was going to stop now. She was too far gone. “If you want to stop I underst—”

“We are not stopping,” Aberdeen said firmly. “I’m—I—help me pull your pants down.”

She started on her own, eagerly, but William helped. She saw how hard his member was and grabbed it. She noticed William’s sharp intake of breath. She began to stroke him, looking him straight in the eye. “D’you like that?”

William nodded. He pulled her pants down, too, and moved her underwear to the side. “I want to make you feel good,” he whispered.

“You always do,” she smiled.

He smiled back at her. He began teasing her core before slipping one finger into her. She gasped in pleasure, biting her lip as she moved her hips slowly. “That’s good?” William asked quickly, only for Aberdeen to nod her head just as quickly, letting out a sigh. She tried to steady her breathing as William’s finger began moving in and out of her slowly, curling every so often. For her part, she kept jerking him off too, his grunts her fuel.

“D’you like when I touch you like this?” she asked, mumbling against his lips, biting down on the bottom one.

He kissed her in response, sloppy and wet to let her know what he thought. He used his thumb to start rubbing circles against her hot core, and the sound of her mewling out his name over and over again was driving him absolutely insane. “More,” she whimpered. “More, Willy. One more.”

William slipped another finger into her easily and curled them both. “Oooooh, fuck,” Aberdeen sighed out, along with every other swear word in the book. She quickened her strokes of his cock and he grunted again, bucking his hips slightly. They kissed for a while longer, both their hands working magic on the other, until she felt him buck his hips again. “Are y’close, Willy?” He nodded, unable to form words. “D’you wanna cum in my mouth?”

Willy’s eyes bulged out dramatically. “You’ve gotta cum first.”

“Willy—”

“You don’t hav—you’ve gotta cum first,” he repeated more definitively, curling his fingers in her again, making her cry out.

“Don’t stop, then,” she bit her lip. “I’m so close.”

William leaned forward to kiss Aberdeen, and with a few more curls of his fingers and circles of his thumb, she began writhing and shaking on top of him, moaning his name over and over and over again as she rode out her orgasm for as long as she could. She buried her head in the crook of his neck as she came down from her orgasm, feeling his fingers slip out of her. She watched as he brought them up to his mouth and sucked. She was surprised he’d do something that bold, but then again, he had just fingered her in the backseat of his car after she’d initiated the entire rendezvous. “Fuck, Willy.”

“Felt good?” he asked quickly.

“Felt fucking amazing,” she responded, trying to suppress her giggle. With her hand still miraculously on his cock, she continued stroking, slowly at first. “You ok?”

He nodded his head. “You look so fucking sexy,” he mumbled, referring to how her bra was still pushed down and the red flush that had taken over her body after her orgasm. It was his favourite sight to see. “I love it when I hear you moan my name. I…fuck Aberdeen.”

“I love how good you are with your hands,” she smiled mischievously.

“I love how good you are with yours,” he giggled, sighing slightly as her thumb grazed over the tip of his cock. They kissed for a while as she continued to stroke him. “God, you’re so fucking good. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“D’you want to cum in my mouth?” she asked again.

There was no backing out of the question now, but William didn’t know how to respond. Of course it would have been nice, but there was so much to consider. “You don’t have to. It’s okay.”

“But Willy—”

“—I haven’t even eaten you out yet and I don’t think it’s fair—”

“—But I want to, Willy,” she said, eyes wide and staring at him with a mix of fake innocence and real determination. “I want to.”

He didn’t say another word. Aberdeen kissed him a few more times before she shifted her position and took him in her mouth, sucking the tip of his cock. William leaned his head back and watched through hooded eyes as she continued to stroke and suck, leaving him utterly speechless. It was only when Aberdeen started to go deeper that he could feel his release coming, and he suddenly found his voice again. “Aberdeen—” he tried to get out, but couldn’t. She looked up at him with big eyes and he was ready to die right there. “Aberdeen, I—”

“Cum in my mouth Willy.”

With one last stroke and a buck of his hips, Aberdeen felt his hot cum in her throat. William moaned and repeated her name over and over, much like she’d done before, and tried to keep his eyes on her as she took every last bit of him. His jaw was practically on the floor as he looked down at her, and she up at him, until he couldn’t take it anymore. “C’mere,” dragged her up, planting a messy, wet kiss on her lips as they moaned together, William wrapping his arms around her protectively as he could feel his cock soften.

They kissed for what felt like hours again, kiss after kiss after kiss, until their pace slowed down and their breaths returned to normal and they realized what they’d just done, what they’d just participated in together, willingly, in a car sitting in an empty parking lot of a park overlooking the Toronto skyline. In about twelve hours, they’d be on a plane together en route to Ottawa, solely work acquaintances to everyone around them, keeping their secret close to their hearts.

“I love you, minskatt,” William mumbled, his head still a bit dizzy but his heart still full from what had just happened.

“I love you too,” she responded, her chest rising and falling with her breath, her head equally as dizzy and her heart equally as full.

***

William couldn’t keep his eyes off of Aberdeen, now that they were back in the driver’s and passenger’s seat, on Islington Road heading north to get on the Gardiner Expressway. She had a flush on her cheeks and a small smile on her face as she looked out the window. The night was completely dark now, with only the streetlights illuminating the road for them until they got back into the city. The playlist was playing in the background, but neither bothered to turn the volume up or change the song yet.

William drove slowly. To have more time with her.

“Minskatt?” he asked softly as they were stopped at a red light. Aberdeen turned her head to look at him. “Being with you feels right,” he told her, his voice firm and with conviction.

“Even though what we’re doing is wrong?” she asked.

William shook his head. “That doesn’t matter. I don’t care about the rules.” He considered her words – how she admitted it was wrong – for a moment and got nervous. “Does it feel wrong to you?”

“No,” she replied immediately shaking her head. “Not at all. But you have to understand that this…this is simultaneously the most wrong thing I’ve ever done, but also the most right. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“I get it completely,” William said. “But I don’t regret any of it.”

“I don’t either.” Aberdeen surprised herself by saying those words out loud. But they were true. She didn’t. She didn’t feel any regret. “You…you know that right?”

William smiled softly. He was very, very well aware how much she was sacrificing to do this – to be sneaking around with him – and he was very well aware of how, for her, everything hung by a thread. Everything for her was on the line, everything, and she was willing to risk it all for him. That was why he was so protective. That was why he was so secretive. That was why he tried his best to keep everything so low-key, to not have people catch on, and if they did, to not take it too seriously. “I do.”

When she picked up his phone as he took the on-ramp onto the Gardiner Expressway, she chose another song, ‘In Your Eyes’ by the Weeknd. William recognized the tempo immediately and smiled. They moved along to the music, singing the lyrics together as they drove on the highway. Aberdeen danced in her seat and William grooved from side to side as much as he could while still being alert and paying attention to the road. Near the song’s end, Aberdeen grabbed his phone again and queued the next song.

When the familiar chords began to play, the synth coming in and the beat loud and strong, William looked over to her and smiled. “How did I know?” he asked.

“Did you expect anything less from me?” she asked rhetorically, giggling slightly.

Midnight… You come and pick me up, no headlights… Long drive could end in burning flames or paradise…

Hearing her sing was one of the best things in the world to him. Almost as good as hearing her talking about writing. Almost as good as hearing her read her own writing. There was such a lack of inhibitions in the way she sang and the way she moved, the way she didn’t care about facades or rules or appropriateness anymore, that made every lyric, ever hand motion, every movement and every head bop so endearing to him. When she took out her phone and began recording the lights on the horizon, all the skyscrapers lit up in the crisp winter’s night air, he reached across the console and held her hand. Hands that held the ring he got her on it.

Because he could now. Without any reservation.

And when Aberdeen smiled, all was right in the world.

When they got back to her apartment, Aberdeen was reluctant to leave. William had put the car in park but neither of them moved to say goodbye or do anything, really. They were lucky that her street wasn’t a main street; that it was residential and tucked in behind two other, more major streets, so that they wouldn’t be honked at or bothered.

“Have you packed for tomorrow yet?” Aberdeen asked, her voice quiet.

William shrugged. “Just gotta choose a suit, really. There’s nothing to it. You?”

“Yeah,” she nodded her head. “My suitcase is pretty much always ready to go nowadays. I’m uh…Brendan actually gave me lunch time off so I can meet up with Siena.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She’s even coming to the game. Not in the press box or anything but she’ll be in a seat somewhere in the arena. You might get to see her.”

William stayed silent for a few moments. “Did you like tonight?” he asked.

Aberdeen smiled. “Very much so.”

Some more moments of silence. It wasn’t until William leaned over to give her a kiss that there was another sound. “I love you, minskatt.”

She smiled into the kiss. “I love you too, Willy,” she said, for what felt like the tenth time that night. She put her hand on the door handle and pulled so the door would open. She knew if she stayed any longer, they’d be there all night, either kissing or just sitting there in silence. “Get home safe, okay? Text me.”

He didn’t want her to leave, but he digressed because they both had an early wakeup time tomorrow. He also knew that he’d be seeing her in a few hours again, anyway. “I will, minskatt,” he gave her one last kiss before letting her go.

When Aberdeen walked into her condo building, it was like the concierge was waiting for her. “Ms. Bloom?” he asked as she walked by the desk.

“That’s me…”

“This is for you,” he said, handing her a large manila envelope. “Courtesy of your friend,” he nodded towards William, still waiting outside in his car until Aberdeen turned the corner to get to the elevator where he wouldn’t be able to see her.

She furrowed her brows. When…? How…? “Thanks…” she took it from him, thanking him politely before making her way towards the elevator. Once she was in, she pressed her floor number and tore open the seal.

Inside, there was a valentine. A poorly made and executed valentine, but a valentine nonetheless. William had cut out a giant heart out of red construction paper. He’d glued googly-eyes on it to make a face, glued pipe cleaners and cotton balls and stickers where necessary, and had even used glitter. She laughed out loud – it honestly looked like a valentine made by one of her mom’s first graders. When she noticed it was a card, she opened it up. She saw, in William’s handwriting:

Jag tänker på dig när jag inte ens tanker

It was when she got to her bedroom that she punched in the words, with all their accents, carefully into Google Translate on her phone. Again. He was always making her translate things, although she highly doubted there would be a communication error this time around and think he was calling her ‘little shit’. When the translation came up, her heart skipped a beat.

I think about you when I’m not even thinking.

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