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clairethecutepup · 1 year ago

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Peach Creek Mini-sode Idea: "Sarah's Best Helper"

Click "Keep reading" for script and author's commentary. *Note: There is no actual affiliation with George Abingdon and Peach Creek's production, this is a simple fan idea and fan image.

*Scene opens with Sarah and Jimmy in the former’s bedroom: it’s a tad updated, more fitting of a teenager than a little girl, so there’s not as many stuffed animals and it looks less “childish.” Sarah is at her desk, with some papers strewn about and the appropriate textbooks.*

Sarah: Thanks for helping me, Jimmy… Math sure can get annoying, sometimes.

Jimmy: Not at all, Dear Sarah~. You know I’m always happy to help out a friend in need-- or, anyone in general.

Sarah: You really are one of the sweetest guys we know, Jimmy. What would I ever do, without you?

*Jimmy looks smug and proud, knowing full well he’s still successfully kept up the ruse: a sweet and innocent boy, who only wants to help make everyone’s lives easier. Then, he leans down and taps the desk.*

Jimmy: So, what’s the difficult question that’s giving you such a needlessly hard time?

Sarah: It’s this one right here, where you have to--

*Ed suddenly pops up, right in between them. Sarah’s raising an eyebrow, while Jimmy seems furious at the intrusion.*

Ed: Hi, Baby Sister! Are you still having trouble with your homework?

Jimmy: Pardon me, but I’m more than capable of helping Sarah-- ALONE.

*Ed is still smiling, despite the harsh expression and tone of Jimmy’s.*

Ed: Do not worry, Jimmy, as Sarah’s big brother, I know how to help my little sister!

Jimmy: Well, as both Sarah’s best friend and preferred individual, I think I might be of more use. Let’s not forget, you haven’t exactly proven yourself the most… “mentally powerful,” to put it mildly.

*Now, Ed seems a tad upset.*

Ed: Big brothers are good at helping baby sisters, it is what they’re meant for!

Jimmy: Well, I’m afraid school matters still aren’t your strongest suit.

*Sarah is resting her head on a hand, as she clearly seems annoyed.*

Sarah: Listen Ed, I’m glad you want to help and all, but I have to agree with Jimmy: he seems like he’d be a better fit for this.

*Jimmy smugly and faintly sticks his tongue out, while Ed furrows his monobrow. The former then shoos away the latter.*

Jimmy: You heard her: off with you now… Go on.

*Ed sadly walks off, but gets an idea.*

Jimmy: Now that the appropriate (and actual) manner of help is all that remains, let’s get started on--

*Ed reappears, with a grilled cheese sandwich in hand*

Ed: I know how I can help, in a way that you will feel more comfortable with: brains work better, when they do not have empty stomachs under them!

*Jimmy is annoyed again, while Sarah smiles and reaches for it.*

Sarah: Huh, I actually am a little hungry, so maybe that would help…

*Jimmy intercepts, with a chocolate cupcake that’s dressed with whip cream and a peppermint atop.*

Jimmy: Actually, I think a nice, deliciously baked treat would better help jog your mind. After all, it’s far lighter and won’t risk actually hindering your mental process, by not providing too many carbohydrates and the like. Plus, mintiness does help perk people up.

Ed: But Sarah loves grilled cheese! You even tried giving her some, to help her feel better, when she had a bad cold, way back when!

Jimmy: Yes, and that’s because cheese is better for a cold than it is a mind stumped by hunger…

Sarah: Look, I like cheese sandwiches and your baked sweets, so maybe you could just leave both for me and I’ll grab whichever I feel like--?

Ed: She is my sister, Jimmy, so I know what Sarah will like and need most!

Jimmy: Well, are you also her best friend? I think not and believe I know her better, in that regard.

Sarah: What I “need” is some help finding out what “X” is, so if we could just--

Ed: Do not worry, Sarah! I know the answer: it is a letter!

Jimmy: She means what number it’s supposed to be, my simpleminded “friend”...

Ed: Oh, right… I shall--!

*Jimmy pushes his face away with a hand*

Jimmy: I believe Sarah just told you that she’d prefer my help, with homework-related matters?

Sarah: I’m about to prefer neither of you, if you keep this annoying fight up; we’re not getting anywhere like this!

Ed: I can still help, Sarah! Do you want something to drink, with your grilled cheese? Drinks can help make your belly feel even fuller and make your brain think even better!

*Jimmy holds up a soda can, which is a Sprite parody*

Jimmy: If she needs anything to go with her cupcake, I made and gave her, then it should be some Spritz. As her best friend, I know she’d appreciate it most.

Ed: I can get you soda, too, Sarah!

*Ed runs out and runs back in, with a giant pile of them in arms; however, he ends up dropping one on the ground and slipping on it, so the rest go flying-- right on top of Jimmy.*

Sarah: Jimmy…! Ed, just get out of here!!

Ed: I can still help, Sarah! See? More light, so Baby Sister can see her paper better!

*He ends up pulling both curtains and rod off the wall*

Ed: Whoops…

*Sarah growls and just throws him out, slamming the door shut behind him. Jimmy pats Sarah’s shoulder, after she sits down.*

Jimmy: There, there, not everyone can be so helpful…

Sarah: I try to be better to him, I really do… But, he’s just so annoying sometimes…

Jimmy: Fear not, Sarah. You’re doing your best, but some people can be quite trying…

Sarah: I guess…

Jimmy: Well, now that it’s just us again, perhaps we can finally tackle those difficult questions.

Sarah: Yeah…

*Jimmy frowns at his friend’s clear regret in still repeating her usual, temperamental attitude. Then, he smiles at the pile of Spritz soda*

Jimmy: Here, you can still enjoy a nice helping of your favorite--

*He opens one of the cans for her-- only to accidentally spray her in the face AND her paper! When she sees it, she growls and Jimmy offers a nervous grin. Outside, Ed’s pawing at the door and whimpering, like a dog, until Jimmy flies out and into him. As they’re lying on the ground, Ed notices the fallen cupcake and grabs it.*

Ed: Oh boy! Can I have this, if Sarah didn’t want it?

Jimmy: (... And you people wonder why exactly my hatred isn’t reserved for simply Eddy…)

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Author's Comments:

Man, the PC style can be fun to draw in sometimes. I guess even I need a break from generically anime-seeming artwork, despite it essentially being my main style. I also want to make a comic version of this, but in my own style because it'd be easier and less like I'm trying to pose as an authentic producer of actual PC content.

#ed edd n eddy #digital drawing #digital art #fan art #peach creek #sarah #jimmy #Ed #scriptwriting #fan script #fan fiction #fan concept #style imitation

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sinstae · 4 years ago

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Good To Be Home

Pairings | ATEEZ!Mingi x female reader

Genre | fluff

Word Count | 1040

Warnings | cute couple

It’s been three months since Mingi took some time away from the members and idol life in general. However, that didn’t exclude you. You haven’t seen Mingi either, only a few texts here and there and one or two FaceTime calls. It was getting harder and harder being away from him when you’re so used to being in his presence.

Today is one of the days Mingi contact you while he’s away with his relatives.

Mingi <3 : Hey baby

Me : Mingi! How’re you?

Mingi <3 : I’m good, you? Have you eaten today?

Me : Yup, have you?

Me : I actually had some of your favorite last night. Extra crispy chicken with cheese and steamed broccoli.

Me : Y’know, to balance the healthy.

Mingi scoffs with a small smile on his face. He doesn’t always eat cheese with his chicken but he knows how much of a cheese lover you are.

Mingi <3 : My baby girl, as healthy as ever.

Me : Pft, don’t tease me, jerk.

Me : When are you coming home.. the bed is so cold without you here. Like I’m married to a overly busy Sub-Zero.

That gets a louder laugh out of Mingi, the smile reaching his eyes and he realizes just how much he really misses you.

Mingi <3 : Soon baby, soon. Wait for me yeah?

Me : I love you Songi.

Mingi <3 : I love you too Y/NN

You huff and pull yourself out of your bed, fuzzy socks protecting you from the cold floor. The loft is pretty warm, opting for you to dress comfy in some shorts and matching cami.

You pad your way into the kitchen area and perch yourself on the high stools, staring down at your takeout. It’s more of like a tradition at this point for you to cook one day and Mingi the other so in his place, you order takeout.

It’s no big deal because you’re glad you’re helping out your local Korean bbq place during these times. Sometimes you’d visit and order from the local Chinese restaurant as well.

The food wafts your senses completely as you pick up your chopsticks and dig in. To battle the silence you turn on your radio and connect your phone. Your playlist kicks on shuffle and Baekhyun’s Cry For Love comes on and you hum while scrolling through Twitter.

Through your lack of senses you don’t register the loft doors opening after the door code is punched in. It’s not until you feel extra heat radiating against your back that all your senses kick back in and you grip your chopsticks.

You turn quickly and stab forward without hesitation only for your wrist to be caught. You look up at the intruder’s face, alarmed.

“Min..gi?” The chopsticks clatter against the hardwood floor as they drop from your hand and you launch yourself into his arms. “Baby!” You kiss his ear, cheek and neck then pull away to kiss his lips.

The kiss is sweet as always, his hands cradling your thighs, squeezing softly as you hold his face while rubbing the apples of his cheeks. When you both pull away you peck his lips one last time as your heart soars with excitement that he’s really here.

“When.. when did you get back?” His smile reaches his eyes as he nuzzles your neck, breathing in your familiar scent.

“Not too long ago. Hyung picked me up from the airport and I spoke with them a bit before I rushed over here. I missed my baby girl too much to stay away any longer. Plus, I feel a lot better, I really needed a breather.”

You listen to him and nods understandingly then motions towards the large couch. He walks you both over and sits down, relaxing into the couch as you straddle him, trying to stay as close as possible.

He chuckles as it doesn’t go unnoticed by him, his hands moving from your thighs to your hips. “I’m here baby, I won’t be going anywhere any time soon. Relax.” He tells you with a gentle squeeze.

You didn’t realize you were still a bit tensed with emotions of having him back and so close. Your body immediately relaxes and you run your fingers through his hair.

“Keep talking.. how was everything?” You encourage. You know this break was personal for him that it’s not even something he shared with you and you respect that.

“Everything was great. It was hard at the start. I was so accustomed to what we had going on for the past year that the first few weeks away were..painful. I missed you and the guys so much but I knew this was something I needed to do. I was too overwhelmed.”

You hum and offer him a small smile and you continue to run your fingers through his hair as he talks, calming him even more.

“Mom and dad were really understanding and they practically spoiled me with any and everything.” You both chuckle, knowing they were just happy to see their busy son for such a long time.

“My brother and I went fishing for the first time then we went to the sauna. I spent most of my time there not gonna lie. It was so relaxing and just.. eased my soul and I did a lot of thinking and reflecting there.”

“I’m glad you were able to find some peace and that this break treated you well. You know that all we want is your happiness. I’m so proud of you and what you’ve accomplished. You’re an amazing partner, artist and brother to our friends.”

Mingi feels his chest constrict and he bites his bottom lip and his nose stings. You immediately notice the changes and wrap your arms around him, guiding him to your chest. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly as he allows himself to be vulnerable before you.

He doesn’t cry, he simply buries his face into your chest and closes his eyes, enjoying your comfort. “My sweet boy.. welcome home.”

Mingi leans back and stares up into your eyes, feeling confident that he’s safe within your arms.. where he belongs. He brings you down and kisses you lovingly.

“It’s good to be home.”

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sunflowersunshinevol6 · 4 years ago

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Just You

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Y/N is Gemma's best friend, she has known her family for years. When Harry comes home to pay a visit after tour, it's the first time the two see each other in a few years, and Harry's still got quite the crush.

You had known the Styles/Twist family for years. You and Gemma having been in the same class and becoming fast friends, you grew up with her and her brother Harry, often spending holiday with them.

It was always fun and chaotic, Gemma sometimes feeling territorial of your friendship as Harry would follow the two of you like a lost puppy sometimes. There had been quite a few arguements because of it, especially when Gemma wanted girl time and Harry wanted to hover.

"Y/N's my friend!" Gemma would pout, while you just stood there.

"She's my girlfriend!" Harry would say, crossing the room to grab your hand, never mind you were two years older than he was. You were his, in his mind.

Anne would always laugh and tell you all to play nice.

So when you looked down at your phone to see the picture of you kissing Gemma on the cheek lighting up your screen you pressed the answer button immediately.

"Hey babe!" You greet happily as you put your paintbrush down.

"How's it going Y/N? Feels like it's been ages since we last talked!" You smile, having missed your best friend's voice.

"It's going great actually! Got a couple commissions I've been working on," you were a visual artist, or at least trying to be.

"Well I've a question for ya, what are you doin' next weekend?"

"I don't think I'm doin' anything yet, wha's happenin?"

"Harry's commin' home from tour. Thought you'd like to see him."

"Harry told my mum he was gonna marry you one day." Gemma said, nose twisting up slightly as you two laid on her bed, flipping through magazines. You laugh rolling your eyes.

"He says that now. I can't wait till he gets an actual girlfriend." You smirk mischievously. "It'll be fun to tease him." Gemma laughed with you.

Harry listened, standing outside Gemma's door. He let his hands fall to his sides, looking at the floor, he could feel tears prickling his eyes and he hastily reached up to wipe them away.

He knew you were only teasing, but it still hurt. He may be eight but darn it! He knew he loved you and wanted to make you happy. Quietly he moved away from the door, picking up the valentines day card he had made for you.

"Harry doesn't know you're coming," Gemma said. You were coasting now, heading back towards Holmes Chapel, it felt good to be going home for the first time in a while.

"Why didn't you tell him?" You asked, she shrugged.

"Wanted it to be a surprise. Thought it'd be fun to tease him a bit ya know?" Gemma was always playful. You had supported Harry of course, through the X Factor, One Direction, his solo career. You followed his career and bought his music and did all you could to support him. You were incredibly proud of your dear sweet friend.

And you couldn't help the fact that your heart raced with excitement at the thought of seeing him in person again.

"How are you feeling?" You asked Harry. He swallowed hard, looking at you with wide eyes. You were all backstage st the X Factor, he was about to perform for the judges for the first time.

"'M nervous....Y/N what if they say no?" His voice shook as he spoke.

"They'll be crazy to reject you Harry. Your voice is beautiful." He felt his heart drop to his stomach at your words, his cheeks heating up.

"You really think so?" He asked, you smiled encouragingly.

"I know so." You don't know what came over you, but you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his quickly. His lips were soft and before he could kiss you back you pulled away, leaving his head spinning. "Jus' a good luck kiss." He grinned.

You were so happy when you pulled up outside of Anne's home. It felt like going to your own home as you and Gemma quickly got out of the car, deciding to leave your bags in the car until later. You followed her up the walk way towards the front door.

"'Ello?!" Gemma shouted as she opened the door, she pulled you with her, linking your arms together as you had done as children. Anne's face lit up when she saw the two of you, rushing forward to hug 'her best girls.' You loved her hugs, you always felt safe and comfortable around her.

"Y/N let me look at you." She said stepping back to examine you head to toe. "It's been to long. You know you're always welcome here. Come visit anytime darling." You grin, hugging Anne again.

"I will. I've just been busy-"

"I see you've brought the trouble maker with you." You pull away from Anne when you hear that voice, deep but warm and teasing. Harry stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame, a boyish grin on his face. He's no longer the chubby cheeked boy with a crush.

"I'm the trouble maker?" You tease, releasing Anne and letting Harry take you into his arms. He's solid, firm, his muscles flexing as he squeezes you. Your heart skips a beat when his lips brush against your ear.

"'ve missed you. How've you been?" He asked, pulling away. You immediately step back, knowing Anne and Gemma are still there, watching the two of you. What you don't see is the knowing smiles on both of their faces.

"Really good. And you've been doing phenomenally." You praise. He blushes, running his hand through his hair as he looks away from you.

"All my babies here under one roof," Anne says, wrapping her arms around the three of you. "Come on. Dinner's almost ready."

"'m gonna miss you." Harry says as you help him pack up his bedroom.

After the X Factor and the band One Direction was formed, it was decided Harry would live with his friend Louis, who was also in the band. Even though Harry was only sixteen, Anne trusted Louis. She knew he would take care of him.

"I'll miss you too." You say as you pack up some books. You don't realize Harry's behind you until you feel his hand on your arm, pulling you to your feet. You turn to see him gazing at you intensely. "Harry-"

"I know there's been...lots of rumors about me," he shifts uncomfortably, you know what he's talking about. Him being a womanizer. "I jus' wan' ya to know tha' it's always been you. Jus' you." You want to ask him what he means but before you can his hands are on your face and his lips pressed against yours. You kiss him back gently, pulling away and resting your forehead against his. You wish the moment would never end.

Later in the evening you'd stepped outside to get some air. You can't remember the last time you had this much fun. After dinner you played board games, drank some wine and caught up on each other's lives. You felt so warm and at home. You couldn't help but grin.

"Wha' are you smiling about?" You jump, grabbing your chest as you turn to see Harry joining you on the porch, he chuckles upon seeing your expression. "Sorry love, didn't mean t' scare you." You shake your head, rolling your eyes playfully.

"I'm just enjoying the night air."

"It is nice and warm out innit?"

"Mhm." You stand side by side in silence for a moment, looking up at the sky and watching the stars. You recognize the Big Dipper immediately.

"Y/N?" Harry questions, you turn your head to see him gazing at you in a way that is familiar to you. You smile softly.

"Yeah Harry?" He steps closer to you, leaning forward to brush your hair out of your face.

"Jus' want ya to know it's still you." Your eyes widen slightly at his confession. To say you were surprised was an understatement. You'd heard how smitten he was with Kendall and how in lo d he was with Camille.

"I thought you would have forgotten about me." You confess quietly. Harry places his hand on your cheek, his nose brushing gently against yours.

"Neva."

"You said her name Harry. Who the hell is Y/N." Camille yelled at him. Harry only shook his head, not exactly knowing what to do. He knew he fucked up, had been thinking of someone else while making love to her, he couldn't take it back.

"She's someone I used to know Camille. I haven't seen her in god knows how long-"

"You clearly still have feelings for her."

"Camille I do-"

"I'm leaving. You have a choice to make Harry. Get your shit together."

You were the one. He knew it the first time he met you. He'd always known it. No matter what happened or how far away from each other you were, it would always be you he came back to. He could never get enough of you.

"Can I have ya as my girlfriend now?" Harry asked, finally saying the words he'd been longing to say to her for years.

Y/N looked up at Harry through hooded lashes. Maybe this really was meant to be. You knew for sure at least that Harry was the sweetest person, and he would never hurt you.

"I think I'd like that very much." When Harry pressed his lips to yours he felt like he was in heaven.

"'m gonna marry her someday mum." Harry said to Anne as she made him lunch. She smiled at her son, setting the grilled cheese sandwhich down in front of him.

"Does Y/N know that?" She teased. Harry's crush on you was so sweet. The eight year old shook his head.

"Not yet...but someday. Just you watch."

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #solo harry #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #hs imagine #hs fandom #hs fanfic #hs2 #hs1 #hs #hstylesedit #fine line #harry styles fine line #harry styles friends to lovers

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rikalovesrice · 4 years ago

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Tilly’s Relationships Part 1 - Douxie

Ok so Douxie and Tilly are so flippin’ soft like fuzzy bunnies and chinchillas. Tilly is Douxie’s little girl, his princess, and he cherishes her as much as a good father does his daughter.

When Tilly was born, Douxie sobbed as he held his little girl in his arms for the first time and didn’t hand her back to Zoe for a solid two hours. For real, Zoe has to make sure everyone gets a turn holding little baby Tilly before handing her back to Douxie cause he just never wants to let her go.

Because of Douxie always showering Tilly with so much love and affection (kisses and snuggles for days), Tilly definitely became a daddy’s girl. As a toddler when Tilly wasn’t cuddled up with Uncle Archie, her other favorite place was in her dad’s arms or in his lap. As a forever teenager, Tilly remains as Douxie’s teddy bear whenever he needs to nope out of dealing with the rest of his family’s insanity. Even though Toddler Tilly would accidently flood the house or cause the weather to go haywire, Douxie would fold at just how darn cute and precious she was. Toddler Tilly would always go on about how she wanted to marry her dad when she got older and it always made Douxie melt.

Around when she turned seven, Tilly began to become more withdrawn, feeling a bit like an outsider since she realize she wasn’t into the whole punk rock thing like her parents and brother. This put a bit of distance between her and Douxie since she would always retreat to her room and stay there. Even during her magic lessons, Tilly would be reserved and flee as soon as they were done.

Silly Tilly thinks her dad is the coolest person on the planet and becomes insecure that she’s somehow making him look bad or feel uncomfortable. But one day, Douxie plops down beside her with paper and color pencils (cause Tilly is a pro at coloring). Tilly gets all fuzzy cause wow her dad is coloring with her. But they get to have a heart to heart. Tilly realizes Douxie couldn’t care less about whether or not she likes to headbang or wear spiky jewelry. Cue a snuggly hug and a forehead kiss.

Douxie leaned back, chuckling softly and ruffling Tilly’s hair.

“My Silly Tilly,” he said.

Tilly blushed, leaning up into her father’s hand on her head. Her heart swelled as Douxie smiled down at her, so loving and tender, a look Tilly had missed so much and had believed for so long she wasn’t worthy of. Come to find out, her father, Hisirdoux Casperan, the greatest person in the world, loved her just as she is. On the verge of tears, overcome with emotion, Tilly surged forward into another hug, burying her face into the fabric of Douxie’s hoodie.

Douxie stilled in surprise before returning the hug, leaning his cheek on his daughter’s hair and giving her a good squeeze.

“I love you, Daddy,” Tilly said with a sniffle, her voice small and muffled into his hoodie.

Douxie’s heart lurched in his chest. He held Tilly closer, closing his eyes now dangerously close to filling with his own tears. He’d missed her, his little girl. His little Tilly.

He pressed another kiss into her hair.

“I love you, Tilly, darling.”

Some Tilly and Douxie Headcanons :

Tilly and Douxie, when they’re not filling in advanced coloring books, are often working on various art projects together. They have a ton of oil pastel and paint murals yet to be finished.

Douxie will pepper Tilly with kisses whenever she spooks him. (headcanon courtesy of @nikibogwater 💕)

Tilly’s a studious girl and thus excels in her magic training. Douxie is Proud Father (and commends and respects Tilly for being the student he himself was never quite able to be).

Like her father, Tilly flounders in the kitchen. While she won’t burn the place down, she does the opposite and often winds up watering down a lot of food (i.e. soupy pasta sauce, soggy cookies, watery mac and cheese, etc.). Douxie and Tilly will set the table and play games when they are exiled from the kitchen.

Tilly picks up the ukulele and loves playing sweet tunes with her father. Douxie will also bust out one of his acoustic guitars and make up melodies with Tilly while she plays the piano.

Douxie is the dad who will chew his fingernails to nothingness if he sees Tilly so much as stand next to a boy her age. Lord help the boy who tries to flirt with Tilly because he’s gonna have a light blue Tenebris Exihilium with his name on it.

Even after she turns forever sixteen, Douxie will pick Tilly up and carry her around. Just cause he can. Tilly gets flustered but is happy nonetheless.

❤️💙🍒🍓💀🎸🖤

#Douxie as a father au #The Casperan family #Tilly casperan #Douxie #hisirdoux casperan #i love these two so much #Yes that is Douxie and Tilly at a father-daughter dance #A moppet boi and his strawberry daughter #my oc #my art #rika tries to draw #tales of arcadia

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touchstarvedsam · 5 years ago

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alright alright but HAVE YOU CONSIDERED Sam and dean having a normal day EXCEPT dean is going out of his way to make Sam blush constantly all day by calling him sweet affectionate names

O H

This is going to be the worst and most boring thing I have ever written. Also the most boring day the Winchesters have ever had.

Sam looks up as Dean sets the plate of egg whites and rye toast on the table in front of him. Smiles and says, “Thanks, Dean.”

“Don’t mention it, Sammy,” Dean replies, settling down to dig in to his plate of fried eggs and extra crispy bacon. He watches Sam for a moment, enjoys his happy little smile as he takes his first bite, and they enjoy their meal in silence.

All’s been quiet on the western front, so Dean chose Sam’s birthday to enjoy a peaceful day. He’s planning on spoiling the hell out of the kid today.

~ ! ~

“You done eating, little brother?”

“Oh,” Sam startles, looking up from the large, dusty tome he’s got sitting on the table in front of him. “Yeah, sorry, I was going to get up, this was just so interesting...”

“Don’t sweat it, kiddo,” Dean waves a hand in dismissal, taking Sam’s breakfast plate from the corner of the table. “I’m headin’ to the kitchen anyway. Need anything?”

Sam considers for a moment, then shakes his head, floppy hair moving in front of his face and getting stuck in his eyelashes. Dean has to look away to keep cool. “No, I’m- ‘m okay, Dean, thanks.”

His eyes are back on Sam, surveying his reactions. He hasn’t worked his way to the words he knows will get a reaction out of Sam; he’s taking this experiment slow. He leaves the library to wash their dishes.

~ ! ~

Sam’s curled up in his favorite chair by the stacks when Dean returns. Both feet up on the cushion, bare toes curled, sweat pants rolled up revealing his thin little ankles. He’s got a book in his lap, the spine pressed in between his thighs, one hand keeping the book open while the other is primed to turn to the next page. He’s laser focused, but this time not on research.

“What’re you readin’, sunshine?”

Pretty hazel colored eyes look over Sam’s knees to find Dean and he opens his mouth to say something then stops. Sam seems to shrink into the chair and Dean doesn’t understand how Sam makes himself so small for such a big guy, but he’s impressed nonetheless.

“Are you okay?” he asks, concerned now.

“Y- I’m good. Uh- Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers.”

Dean laughs softly, says, “Aren’t you my cute little nerd?” and watches the color slowly blossom on Sam’s cheeks. He’s pleased by this, proud to finally make it to the realm of nicknames that will affect Sam positively. “Anyway, it’s been a few hours, you hungry? I’ve got grilled cheese with broccoli and chopped peppers, you vegetable loving geek.” He knows Sam isn’t ungrateful, would eat whatever Dean gives him, but Dean also tries to make things that he knows Sam would like. It’s something about the smile that brings out those dimples, he thinks.

“Sure,” Sam says softly, voice cracking, “I could eat.”

“No problem, sugar.”

Sam’s cheeks get impossibly rosier.

~ ! ~

“Here ya go, darlin’,” he says like this particular name is nothing special. Sam draws in a little breath as Dean says it and Dean counts that as a win, loves the way his little brother blushes this time. “For all your vegetable loving needs.” He winks and Sam tilts his head down quickly. Dean smiles so wide his cheeks hurt.

~ ! ~

“I was thinkin’,” Dean says, getting Sam’s attention. He’s covered in grease from changing Baby’s oil while he let Sam read his book. “After dinner you wanna watch a movie?”

Sam’s smile is bright and beautiful. He says, “I’d like that, De.”

It’s the nickname that gets him; he hasn’t heard Sam call him ‘De’ in so long. He’s missed it so much. It prompts him to get more daring.

He smiles softly at Sam, replies, “Okay, babe, pick out a movie while I fix us some dinner.” The blush that heats Sam’s face this time gives a new meaning to ‘apples of your cheeks’. He’s smug when he leaves Sam to head to the kitchen.

~ ! ~

Dean’s stirring the rice when Sam walks into the kitchen. “Hey, baby,” he greets, placing the spoon on the holder and putting the lid on the pot. “Do you need somethin’?” Sam’s cheeks are still a pleasant pink, possibly getting pinker with Dean’s newest nickname.

“Did you- did you need any help?” Sam asks, almost shy. It’s a different side of Sam that’s making Dean fall more in love than he was already.

He shakes his head. “I’m good, cherry pie,” he teases, as a nod to Sam’s red cheeks. He blushes impossibly redder and Dean could burst with pride. He peers down to look in the window of the oven. “Roast is almost done. If you wanna grab a couple’a beers--”

“I- I got it,” he stammers, and takes two beers out of the fridge and practically runs from the kitchen, leaving Dean to finish preparing by himself, smug.

~ ! ~

“All right, honey, fresh roast and seasoned rice.”

He places the steaming plate in front of Sam and smiles fondly down at him. Sam still has this little flush on his cheeks that’s so endearing to Dean, keeps a warmth settled in the pit of his stomach. Sam thanks him with a soft little smile, eyes grateful and full of love.

In the middle of their meal, Sam starts, “So, Dean, what--” he stops himself, looking down at his half eaten dinner. “Never mind.”

Dean knows what he wants to ask, but he’s not done yet so he’s glad Sam stopped himself.

The rest of their meal is finished in silence and Sam is the one to clean up their plates, saying he can’t let Dean do all the work, even though it was Dean’s choice to begin with.

“Thanks, sweetie,” he teases, more joking with this one than anything.

~ ! ~

They’re on their way to Dean’s room when he asks, “Did you pick out a movie, sweetheart?” and Sam lets out this tiny little gasp, almost shocked, and stops walking.

“Dean--”

Dean turns, admires Sam’s beautiful bashful face, and says, “C’mon, love, we gotta finish our perfect day.”

Sam nods silently and follows him into Dean’s room. They settle on Dean’s bed, Dean’s arm protectively around Sam’s thin waist, as they start up Ghostbusters ironically. Kissing the side of Sam’s head, Dean says, “Happy Birthday, baby boy,” smiling as he feels the blush against his lips.

#wincest #anon #kiri answers asks #fluff #pet names #this really is terribly written because i couldn't find a good way to do it??#but i tried???#hope it's not too disappointing #i couldn't make some of the names work without it sounding too ooc so i'm sorry #kiri wincest #spn ///// happy birthday sam #i saved baby boy for last because i think it's my favorite one #don't @ me #long post for ts #long post

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husky-twst-and-obeyme · 4 years ago

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The Brothers(Plus un-dateables) taking care of their kids

This is somewhat of a continuation of these https://husky-obey-me.tumblr.com/post/618967886622572544/the-brothers-when-mc-has-their-babyies and https://husky-obey-me.tumblr.com/post/619064228858527744/can-you-do-the-baby-thing-with-the-undateables (note: if you wish to see the baby as a different gender or as single, twin , triplet, etc, feel free to do so, it’s all about imagination ! As well as names too! these are names mainly just for the post , not all of them say the kids name )

Lucifer

-He’s very nervous -His daughter is only a few months old , so she’s still very fragile -He’s constantly holding her in fear of setting her down then his brothers do something stupid that might end of hurting her -As fearful as he is , he enjoys his precious jewel -He likes how she tries to play with his pens (takes them away if she tries to eat them) -If she starts crying, he’ll do what he can but if all else fails, he seeks you -and she somehow stops crying -so either she wanted you or he just sucks at calming her down -He’ll most likely wear a baby holder in case he gets busy but only when you’re not able to watch her -In free time, he’ll teach her basics and as well as things babies learn to -Gets very excited when her first word was “dada”

Mammon

-Like before, there are 3 Mammons now -The twins were roughly 2 months but they were very active for newborns -Mammon can’t take his eyes off them without worrying -”Oi ! Manny! quit pulling at your brother’s hair!” -”Ollie no! don’t rip that!” -He was in utter defeat, now he knew how his brother’s feel around him expect his kids were worst -For the most part, the twins would be with you and for some reason they’re well behaved around you -”oh imma kick their butts-” -”they’re just like you~” -The Twins first words were Mama and Mammon felt defeated

Levi

-He was scared and nervous for his newborn daughter -He loved his daughter but he had no clue what to do -you’d always have your daughter but have him be there too so he can learn - For now, He’s used to changing diapers and feeding her -Your daughter is interested in the games Levi plays but he makes sure that they’re friendly enough for her -He’d sometimes give her a non working controller so she feels like she’s participating -His favorite thing to do is have her on his chest while he plays but stops it if she whimpers or such -Her first words were “ruri chan” -you weren’t happy but he was sobbing tears of joy -”BABY OTAKU “

Satan

-He wasn’t afraid at all for his daughter -during pregnancy, Satan read books about children (mainly human just in case) -He was confident but there will be times he needs your help since you are the mother -He loves to read to her , it helps her sleep when he reads to her -Your daughter also loves to play with Satan’s tail when he’s in demon form -He mainly doesn’t when your not around but you were lucky to snag a pick of him doing that with her (now you’re homescreen) -He in secret would try to teach her how to say Dada when the time comes -And he succeed when she said “dada” when wanting him -but shortly after she said “mama” but he was happy she wanted him first

Asmo

-Not good at parenting but he tries -He’s more of a “I must make my child fabulous “ parent while you mainly take care of her -He loves to get outfits for his daughter like dresses, cute little onsies, etc -He makes sure to by the best products (for babies) to make sure she stays super soft -He swoons at her touch , cradling her and humming a melody -Takes hundreds of selfies #beautifulprincessanddaddy -loves to try to get matching outfits for you guys for a matching family photo -sadly her first words were “mama” -he felt defeated but he still loves her more

Beel

-Best dad ever to his twin sons -As much as he’s gluttonous, He makes sure to properly take care of the twins -He’s good at multi-tasking, so it was a breeze to eat and take care of them -He nicknames his sons “mustard and ketchup” (mainly because of the color choice you gave them at birth) because of their personality -Mustard is more hyper and active while ketchup is a little lazy (omg MC did birth another beel and belphie ) -Belphie is often there with him because he loves the twins , Ketchup loves uncle belphie and sleeps on him -The twins favorite sleeping spot is on Beel’s chest , for being warm and soft , it felt nice when he purred for them -Both of their first words were “dada” -He was happy but felt a little bad for you

Belphie

-He’s lazy but he tried and he was a good parent -He had triplets , no one else had to right to complain about there children unless they have more then him - He gets them little cow onsies , they had collars stitch to them and he made sure each had a different color - “is this A Daddy cow and his herd?~ “ you’d tease -”moooooo” he’d say and then the triplets would do the same and they’d continue to moo for a few minutes “please don’t let this be a thing-” you feared while he chuckled -When you both got into teaching them mama or dada , one girl said “mama” , the other girl said “dada” but the youngest boy wouldn’t talk for a while -WHen he tried to utter his words , you both got excited as he said “M-M...” -you smirked “He’s gonna say mam-” “Mooo”

Diavolo

-He’s an ok dad, but sometimes makes dumb decisions - He wears a baby holder 24/7 , he’s proud to show off his son -He’d spoil him so much , with toys, cloths , you name it -On certain days , He’d take a day off just to spend time with you and your son , maybe have a picnic or go out somewhere fun , sometimes to the human world for places like chuck e cheese for your sons (and Diavolo) -He would actually try the baby food first , if he didn’t like it , he wouldn’t feed it to his son but you put a stop to that quickly , espeically since your son could have different taste then him -He plans to have make Jr a special crown made from Silver and moonstone ,to match him -When he gets to saying Mama or dada -He says “mama” -HE wasn’t mad but a little jealous

Barbatos

-Best father there is to his twin daughters -He careful watches their behavior and reaction to all sorts of things, like what they likes/ dislike, how they react to scary or nice situations -His daughters are identical and look a little like him ,he can tell the difference easily but for others, Melody wears pale Yellow and Hera wears Lime -During tea time with Diavolo , The girls have their own little chairs and and gives them their favorite cake -Whenever he gets a day off, he just sits with you and your daughters all snugged in his arms , he just wants to enjoy your guys company for as long as he can -Melody’s first word was Dada while Hera’s was “mama” -so it was tie but Barbatos is still the better parent

Solomon

-Not the worst but the not the best dad -His daughter was fragile psychically , so he was a little overprotective -He’d only let someone like you or Asmo go near here, anyone , you better stay 10 feet away or else -He would try to teach her magic early on, with your permission , mostly basic magic like summoning or teleporting (which might be bad to teach-) -He enjoys to have fun little trips to the park with you two (and prank people with magic ) -You and Solomon have a dare to see if she’ll say Mama or dada , loser has to wear whatever the winner picks -He tried to teach her to say dada a lot of times , to better his chances -but sadly they were for nothing and she ended up saying “mama”

Simeon(Plus Luke as a son)

-A little experienced before hand (with Luke) so he doesn’t have much of a problem -your daughter is very shy and quiet baby , so she doesn’t cry too often -Luke loves to play with her and brags to other how cute his little sister is ) -Simeon sometimes wears a baby holder so that he can have her close -He also likes to sing to her , whether to see or calm her down, he just loves to see her relax as he sings her a gentle melody -Luke tries to make sweets for his sister and sadly she couldn’t eat most of them . he got sad but then looked up recipes safe for babies to eat -Simeon would always offer to do everything for you , because you already suffered through the 9 months and all he could do was watch and calm you , so he feels he needs to -When it came to her first words , it was a surprise -”come on sweetie, say dada!” simeon tried -”say mama!” you cheerfully said -”....uke” -”huh?” -”uke! uke!” -She said Luke thecially and he couldn’t help but sob (Hope you enjoyed!)

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okay-j-hannah · 5 years ago

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A Family Reunion

The Hobbit : Fic

Bilbo x Reader

Word Count: 2240

Warnings: angsty AnGSt that hits thE HeART... but also somehow makes you feel warm inside?? HElp?

Request: “Hey hon! I just found your blog and I love it!!! May I request a Hobbit one Bilbo Baggins (Young) x reader. Maybe where it’s after the Journey, she had a baby, maybe a little boy. Thorin, Fili, and Kili never die. Maybe the company all surprise visits and sees the reader with the new baby and are totally shocked. Sorry if it’s confusing. Thanks!!” @remitheremit

A/N: Memory has a funny way of altering what was and what could have been - one always being more painful than the other

(I need to say upfront that I am SO PROUD OF THIS FIC! It is now one of my FAVORITES ❤💖❤)

There is a certain grief that can’t be described with words. There is a tear in the heart that stretches gruesomely with every beat. There is a pain that resounds in empty echoes.

Those who have felt it know what it is like.

The sun came warmly over the hillside, the breeze making its merry way through the fields. The green leaves twirled charmingly from their trees as birds graced their branches. Bubbling brooks sang along the rocks while the roads above grumbled under the weight of wagons.

The Shire was peaceful that summer morning. It was welcoming and full of delight. It was home.

There was a sizzling in the kitchen as the wife hummed over the stovetop, a low song retelling tales of a lonesome mountain. She busied herself with the biscuits and nut cake, flipping an omelet with precision. There was a hash browning full of leeks, spinach, and cheese with a pan adjacent to it homing a variety of sausage, eggs, and onions. It was something any hobbit would be proud of at seven in the morning

The window before her bathed her with flattering light. And a sign lightly swinging near the paved road read: Bag End. It began to wobble when a cart passed beneath, a friendly hobbit carrying a load of potatoes. Children were squealing behind it, chasing the crooked wheels with their small fishing poles.

She smiled. A motherly smile that only enhanced the warmth outside. One that stretched when she heard the cooing behind her.

Turning she found her husband carrying their little one. He held the toddler close, bouncing slightly whilst gazing at his love. She sighed, completely content as she advanced them with open arms.

He kissed her sweetly on the cheek and smiled as she tickled their infant in his arms.

“Good morning,” he muttered, still training his eyes on her beautiful frame, “I think he’s learning the smell of your cooking.” He leaned back to get a better look at his son, “Woke up as soon as the smell of bacon appeared.”

The infant waved his fat little hands towards his mother, earning her attention expertly.

“That is because he has good taste,” she lifted the baby from her husband, leaning him on her hip and wrapping his blanket around more securely, “He’s his father’s son.”

With his arms now free, the grown hobbit went to the stove to toss the ham omelet, “I might try for the creek this afternoon. Perhaps bring something back for dinner.”

She grinned, swaying with one of the infant’s hands around her finger, “And by that you mean you’ll go to fish, catch nothing, and then stop by the market on your way home.”

“The Brandybuck’s do always have the best carp on sale,” he snickered, looking out the window himself.

A faraway look was coming over him, something that was not uncommon. It was the hills and vast landscaping behind the Shire that took him. He would envision them into great mountains, spectacular kingdoms, and entangling forests. Visions from years ago.

“Bilbo?” she muttered, “What is it?”

He hummed an acknowledgment, keeping his gaze focused, “Have you ever noticed how small a hillside is compared to a mountain?”

She gave a breathy laugh, “I’m not sure our little hills know what a mountain even looks like.”

Bilbo smirked, blinking rapidly to clear his head, “No, I suppose not. Their world is sheltered by green fields and simple trees.” He clinked some plates as he began serving the breakfast, still deep in thought, “(Y/N)?”

His wife perked up, swaying over with the baby to hear him ask, “Do you think we’ll see mountains again?”

It was always a hope that they would one day pack up their things for another journey, this time as a married pair. But once their little one became real there was just less urgency to get back to the maps.

And the years became more.

There is a belief that this life is simply one journey. A long road that paves the way to the next great adventure.

To those who have traveled know that many paths lead to more perilous obstructions. Obstacles that take the breath away, befuddle the mind, and paralyze the limbs. Both in beauty and in pain.

They walked down the grass lined trails to their little back garden – a personal project by (Y/N). It paid homage to what once was, delivering a peaceful reminder for those who wish to recall.

The centerpiece was a glorious oak tree.

(Y/N) could hear her husband’s words from so many years ago, “One day it’ll grow. And every time I look at it, I’ll remember. Remember everything that happened: the good, the bad… and how lucky I am that I made it home.”

That they made it home.

Their son padded along the planted flowers and sparing sprouts as they sat below the oak tree. Bilbo extracted his pipe and wrapped an arm around (Y/N), drawing her close as she began to read a book.

He puffed smoke rings and she read him some of her favorite passages. Complete bliss as their little boy practiced his walking, discovering hidden snails and smooth cobblestones.

“Alright there, laddie?” a course voice appeared nearby, “I see you’ve still managed to keep ahold of your lass.”

“It can’t be,” Bilbo stumbled off the roots of his tree, standing to behold the vast number of guests surrounding their garden.

(Y/N) couldn’t contain the gasp that escaped her, the book forgotten and falling from her fingers, “Bofur?”

The hat wearing dwarf smiled back, “Evenin’ (Y/N). You’re looking well.”

She practically squealed as she attempted to dodge the plants to get to her friend, one that helped her keep her sanity most days on the journey.

Bilbo was still shocked into a standstill, moving his eyes across the lineup with his mouth agape.

Ori and Nori waved at him, both sprouting even more impressive beards than when he last saw them. Gloin chuckled lowly, clapping his hands together at Oin attempting to listen to the crazed squeals of the hobbit girl through his trumpet. An even frailer Balin was hunched near him, giving him an impressive laugh at his reaction. Dwalin was not far behind, throwing two ironclad fists into the air as the cheers reached a maximum.

(Y/N) danced around Bofur, hugging him for a third time, rounding to shake hands with Bifur and wave at Bombur.

There is a certain grief that can’t be described with words.

Dori gave her a sweet greeting before she practically tripped on her way into Fili and Kili’s arms.

There is a tear in the heart that stretches gruesomely with every beat.

Fili and Kili. Once dwarves that Bilbo had feared would sweep his girl away, but the fair princes showed courage in protecting her as if she was their long-lost sister.

There is a pain that resounds in empty echoes.

And their presence could only mean…

Thorin Oakenshield, the true King under the Mountain. He stood surrounded by his family, peering over at the hobbit that was once a nagging thorn in his side. Now he was a true friend and companion.

A long road that paves the way to the next great adventure.

“Thorin…”

That which takes the breath away, befuddles the mind, and paralyzes the limbs.

“I see you’ve planted your tree,” the king stated, growing into a smirk, “It has grown into something great to behold.”

Bilbo found his legs moving, winding through the garden til he was able to pull the dwarf into a tight embrace, “In all my years… I would never have thought…”

“Who’s this little hobbit?” came Bofur’s voice from the oak tree. He was knelt beside their little boy, twiddling his fingers towards his chubby cheeks.

Thorin gazed around his friend, his smile only growing, “A babe?”

Bilbo felt his veins filling with more excitement that replaced the initial shock, “Yes, yes – our son!”

(Y/N) flew over to her best friend, a childlike speed in her steps and a twinkling laugh gracing her lips, “He’s almost eight months old.” She watched Bofur pick him up, his large frame seemingly bigger now with an infant in his arms.

“He has his mother’s eyes,” he remarked, watching the boy peer up at him curiously, “And his father’s pout.”

There was a round of laughs as the others began to swarm into the garden, taking turns to state their shock at the youngling. Bofur bounced him, making faces as Bifur appeared with a trick up his sleeve – he extracted a wooden toy he had widdled back at Erebor.

It was a small figurine of a dragon.

“Quite terrifying,” Fili stated, earning more laughs from the group, “Come here, little one.”

He took up the toddler into his careful hands, much more cautious than he once was as a young prince. His hair had grown along with his beard, more beads intertwined into his braids. The little Baggins was gazing at him now with the wooden dragon clutched in his hand.

“He doesn’t know what to make of me.”

“That’s because you’re holding him wrong!” came Kili, reaching to take away the boy, “You’re not cut out for infants, brother.”

(Y/N) chuckled, finding Bilbo coming up behind her and slipping his arms around her middle. He grinned from behind her ear, noticing the sniffles that were beginning to fall from her.

“Who knew our talk of mountains this morning would have led us to this?” she muttered, finding tears in her eyes as she watched her friends welcome their child.

Bilbo laughed, holding her close, “I suppose when you speak of mountains, the mountain dwellers come.” They laughed, swaying together in time before he addressed the family now bombarding his son, “He’s going to have to learn what having fourteen uncles is like.”

Kili laughed at the smile the child was giving him, “I think I’ve won the place as favorite.”

“That’s because you took him without giving me a chance to entertain him,” Fili scolded, tickling the toddler from behind.

Thorin came around and spoke serenely, “What is the name?”

Bilbo took a deep breath, squeezing his wife to him as she let a tear fall, “We call him Thoro. Thoro Baggins.”

The concept is often called the butterfly effect. One choice, or one event, could alter the course of the entire future. It could change every bit of what’s to come.

Something could have happened to have made it stop. To have made it the way it was supposed to be. To be a part of the dream.

“He is named after the bravest man we’ve come to know,” (Y/N) muttered, wiping tears away as Bilbo stood straight beside her. “After the famed King under the Mountain.”

Thorin took a moment to gaze at them before nodding his head subtly. It appeared as though he was trying to contain the emotion in his voice as he opened his arms for the boy, “Little one…”

And young Thoro fell into his namesake’s arms, holding his dragon close. He looked into his holder’s eyes, finding a welcoming sight and developing a smile onto his features.

“He will grow strong. He will become as great and mighty as this oak tree you’ve planted,” Thorin continued, holding the boy dear. “And he shall one day walk the halls of Erebor, I will see to it.”

(Y/N) couldn’t contain the emotional laugh she gave; how happy she was at the sight. Thorin stood there with her son, his nephews on either side with pride swelling in their chests.

And Bilbo was there beside her, beaming with more joy than she had seen him express in a long time.

And she blinked.

The lights were dim, the sun no longer shining. The morning breeze nonexistent in the missing trees. It was piercingly silent, harsh and unfeeling as it swept the room.

The cavern was vast and cold and dark; only candles reflected off the carven stone. And the sorrow was so tangible you could have seen it swarming the spacious hall. It consumed each member of the company that heavily walked around each stone alter.

(Y/N) remained where she stood, above the head of their King. She was blinking her eyes continuously as if, by some sudden miracle, she’ll open them and see him looking back.

Her heart beat painfully, her lungs voided of necessary air. It was too hard to imagine what crisp summer air tasted like.

Thorin laid peacefully, his young nephews on either side of him. Each clad with their best armor and finest weaponry – methods to hide the gruesome ends they each had met.

It was incredible the number of tears falling onto her cheeks, dripping from her nose. Her scratchy, red eyes turned only to find the sullen gaze of the hobbit she’d come to love. He too was staring caverns into Thorin’s alter, as if he was unable to properly look at the dwarf without life in him.

He was consumed with trying to hide the sobs he felt, almost blowing out the candles that surrounded him.

And (Y/N) felt for him. She felt for the other men surrounding her.

And if only… if only something could have happened. Something that could have happened to have made it stop. To have made it the way it was supposed to be.

To be a part of the dream.

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gothicyblack · 4 years ago

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At some point, I was gonna start making content...why not do it while sleep deprived and stressed? This MC is GN, BTW.

The Demon Boys and An MC who refuses to go to a dental appointment

Prologue: It’s a pretty normal day at the HOL when a loud shriek sends him rushing to the source of the sound: The Kitchen.

Where he finds a very suspicious looking MC who is trying to not look like they are in pain while sneakily pushing a barely touched bowl of ice cream away. When asked what happened, MC immediately states “I stubbed my toe.”

Lucifer

Could smell BS a mile away.

All these years alive as both an angel AND a demon and you think he can’t see you have a toothache?

Spends a good two or three hours lecturing you about proper dental hygiene. After all, it’s not good for one of their human exchange students to get sick.

THINK OF DIAVOLO’S REPUTATION😫

Does not listen to your protests (pleas). You are going to the dentist and he will hear no complaints.

He’s doing this because he cares, MC.

Thinks back to all the times you winced while talking or eating.

Oh his former father, you’ve been eating on one side of your mouth for months!

He’s a failure. He should have noticed sooner.

Mammon will pay for this.

Congratulations, MC, you are now on lock down. No sweets and soft foods only from here on. Don’t whine.

Threatens convinces his brothers not to give you any sweets until after your appointment. Even calls Simeon to make sure Luke won’t sneak you any, the bastard.

You cannot hide from him when it’s time. He will have Beel carry you. Give him too much trouble and you’ll also get Beel’s puppy eyes.

Makes sure to take good care of you. Will even hold your hand during your visit, even if he thinks you’re being silly.

Will also take good care of you after too.

But now you’re on a strict dental schedule after...good luck.

Mammon

He’s a demon, human. Hell, he’s the Great Mammon.

You honestly think your measly attempt at tricking him is gonna work?

He INVENTED tricks

But he’s still not sure why you screamed like that.

And stays that way.

Until Lucifer or Satan point out that you’re not eating as much as usual.

And you’re sticking to soft foods?

This some kinda weird human diet?

My poor, dumb son

Lucifer finally calls you out on it. The man gets no rest.

NOW HE FEELS BAD

How could ya not tell the Great Mammon that your teeth hurt? He’s your first man!

You are going to the dentist. He may not be the brightest but he knows how to make a damn appointment.

Good luck trying to hide too. His familiars may like you but Mammon still calls the shots. Those crows are everywhere and they WILL RAT YOU OUT

Because, like their master, they love you

Kinda freaked out too, NGL, but he won’t admit it.

Sure, he’ll hold your hand. But don’t expect him to watch.

From now on, you brush when the great Mammon does! Got it, human?

Leviathan

OMG! This is JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME “MY HUMAN FRIEND SCREAMED AND WHEN I RAN TO CHECK ON THEM, THEY PRETENDED TO STUB THEIR TOE WHEN THEY ACTUALLY NEED TO GO TO THE DENTIST”

You honestly just stare in shock. There’s ANIME ABOUT DENTISTS?

Of course there is, you’re in Hell.

Anyway, he’s watched it twice and spoiled alert: you are going to the dentist.

You can try to talk your way out of it but it won’t work. His Henry has to be healthy, after all.

Ruri would go to the dentist. And don’t try to say “I’m not Ruri.” You’re Ruri to Levi.

He’s gonna make sure you go too. In a stunning amount of firmness, too. Did we forget he’s a Navy Admiral? You’re going, sailor.

He loses all that confidence at the office. Why are there so many other DEMONS HERE?

It’s okay, he’ll be right in the room with you, cheering you on...until the dentist tells him to leave. Then he’s outside the door, reading you manga to distract you.

It’s weird but sweet.

Satan

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

You thought that would work?

It was an involuntary response, right? You know he’s already aware of the tooth ache.

He was just waiting for either a. You fess up or b. It gets too painful and he’s forced to intervene.

“MC, I love you but you know you have to go.”

Don’t try arguing because he scheduled this appointment a week ago.

He knows all your excuses and hiding spots and has already thought circles around you.

He will be right here, in the office when you come out. No chance of him going in because he also doesn’t like the dentist.

He will make sure to nurse you back and keep a strict eye on your dental hygiene though.

Sometimes a relationship needs a mature one and Satan is your demon in this instance.

Asmodeus

MC, bad dental hygiene is so 1800s.

This guy has teeth so pearly white and perfect it’s like they are the actual Heavenly Gates.

And he is determined to get you there too. Your teeth may be decent now but then again, here we are.

If you try to argue, he will charm you into agreeing with him. You won’t even notice.

He’ll make a day of it to take your unease off. Shopping, nails, hair appointment...and then dentist.

He’s even got a good plan for when you’re recovering and in pain too.

MC, from now on your doing my brush routine...no you know what, let’s just change your whole morning and night routine. You’ll thank me later.

Beelzebub

Oh our sunshine boy. Our sweet, gold hearted baby Beel

We seem to forget that he is a demon too and can spot a human lying from a mile away as well as a burger with extra cheese.

He just gives you a sad look until you fess up and YOU ADMIT TO YOUR CRIMES YOU ABSOLUTE MONSTER

You apologize too

Beel gives you a lecture about taking proper care of your teeth and health as a whole.

Surprised? Don’t be. Beel knows better than anyone the importance of maintaining a good dental hygiene routine and how it can affect your health. After all, how could he eat if his teeth were bad? He’d starve otherwise.

Plus he is an athlete, so he views health and hygiene as important aspects of life.

Makes you call the dentist and schedule an appointment in front of him. He knows you don’t like it but he’s very proud.

Goes with you and talks to you the whole time, holding your hand, and asking what ice cream you want.

The absolute best.

Makes sure you get plenty of fluids and soft foods.

You and Beel are now brushing buddies, MC. Your teeth are as white as his.

Belphegor

Brat stared you down, walked up to you, and poked your cheek on the side where the bad tooth is.

The swearing was unnecessary but not unexpected.

“Stubbed toe, huh?”

Bitch

He’s too lazy to schedule your appointment but he knows you won’t. But you know who will?

Beel.

So now you got two demons making sure you go to the dentist.

No escapes either. Belphie is a master at hiding spaces and he knows where you are, the stalker

So now Beel is carrying you, talking to you about your health while Belphie also chastises you

Fun

He’s there, holding your hand, but he’s sleep

And you also feel kinda sleepy. So you sleep right through it.

Bastard used his powers.

He also left nursing you to Beel for 90% of the time but he did stay with you too...he was just sleep.

Made sure you had nice dreams throughout it.

He and Beel now brush their teeth with you. Can’t have you waking him up again with a toothache.

I honestly hate the dentist too, my friend drags me kicking and screaming...and I’m an adult.

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the--blackdahlia · 5 years ago

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Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 18 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 18

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings: Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

One month after moving in.

The strain of recording was taking its toll on Nikki. He found himself doing blow in the studio. The girls being thrown at him were endless but he never once touched them. The label was pushing them to produce their album and Doc tried his best to keep them sane. (Y/n) came into their recording studio, dressed in her work attire, and tossed herself on the couch.

“If I ask for some blow, can I have some?” She asked the boys. Vince was about to hand it to her when Nikki and Tommy glared at him.

“Hey babe,” Nikki said as he walked up to her kissing her deeply. She kissed him back and smiled at him, but she looked so tired.

“How’s rehearsal going?” She asked. “Wanna switch jobs for awhile?”

“How about I take you home and you and I can take, multiple… naps.” Nikki winked at her and rubbed her sides.

“I would love to, but I have one more thing to do for this new band I got assigned today before I can leave. It won’t take long.” she sighed. “They make Motley Crue look tame. Well, one guy does. The rest just kinda go with him. But they want him out and it’s a whole big mess.” She closed her eyes. “Fucking Metallica.”

“Just take it a day at a time babe,” Nikki said as he caressed her face. He looked back at the song list and sighed. “This is turning into a big fucking mess though. I can’t find the right songs to put in here.” he ran a hand across his face. “We start touring again soon with Ozzy for Ozzfest and I am going to miss you.” he kissed her again.

“God, I’m gonna miss you too.” She snuggled into his side. “Let me finish up with those idiots and I’ll come back and we can leave.” She didn’t want to get up though, she was happy there.

“Ok, then I’ll see you at home ok?” he whispered before giving her another kiss and a quick smack on her ass smirking at her.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” She smiled at him before leaving.

“Wait, she’s producing Metallica but not us?” Tommy asked.

“They are giving her a throwaway band to see how she handles it,” Tom their producer said. “I know you guys don’t like me but we have a good relationship, I take care of you guys! So tour starts in two weeks and then back in the studio fellas.” he said and smiled.

NIkki sighed as he went back to the sound board and listened to the songs. His head felt fuzzy and he needed an escape reaching for the blow he did and line and let it do it’s magic. Before he knew it, it was almost five, and (Y/n) was waiting out in his car for him, having finished up with her band hours before. Rushing to the exit he walked up to her and smiled.

“Come on babe, lets get some food and then you and I can have a wild ride.” he kissed her against the car his crotch pressing into hers as his hands roamed her body moaning. “Take out or eat in?”

“Take out because I need you at home now.” She whispered, kissing him deeply.

“Get a room!” Tommy called out as he made his way to his bike. “I don’t have enough alcohol to burn that out of my brain!”

Nikki flipped him off as he opened the passenger door kissing (Y/n). “We’ll have the food delivered to the house. I can’t wait to rip your clothes off and just fuck you in every room again.” he helped her in and drove off to their house.

As soon as the door closed Nikki began peeling off (Y/n)’s clothes right there in the foyer he kneeled down and pushed her up against the door. His lips on her tattoo licking and sicking on her skin as his fingers dug through her panties.

“Nik.” (Y/n) moaned. “Fuck!” She pressed against him, needing to feel him inside her. It had been a long day and she needed him. And from the looks of the strain in his tight pants, he needed her as well.

NIkki smiled against her skin as he slipped her panties off, his tongue licking a long stripe against her folds. He missed tasting her. He missed the feel of her cunt on his tongue. Sucking on her clit he pressed his fingers into her curling them, massaging her g-spot.

“Cum for me (Y/n),” he whispered. “Need to feel you cum for me baby,” he muttered as he worked his fingers fast and hard on her feeling her release build. His breathing became ragged as he felt her walls clench around him. He moaned as he slurped and sucked on her pussy her juices coating his tongue. “Fuck that’s what I’m talking about baby,” he said as he continued to play with her.

“Nikki, shit.” (Y/n) moaned, her head back against the door. “Fuck me please.” She spread her legs as much as she could to give him access to her.

“What do you want baby girl?” Nikki smiled as he teased her. The sound of him unbuckling his pants and letting the drop to the floor echoed. “Want me to fuck you from behind? on your side? On the piano? Tell me what you need.” he whispered in her ear.

“Fuck me right here against the door.” She moaned. “I just need you please.”

Turning her around Nikki grabbed his cock pumping it a few times before pushing it into her entrance. “Fuck, still just as tight as that first time babe,” he whispered in her ear as he pistoned his hips from behind her. Her body pressed up against the door. “Fuck baby, your cunt is so tight, it just swallows my cock whole,” he snaked his arm around her playing with her clit as her breasts were pressed against the door. His lips finding her neck as he licked and sucked on her pulse. He left marks on her body almost claiming her.

“Want some blow baby?” She asked, moaning as he took her. She pressed back against him, wanting him as deep as he could go.

“Fuck yeah babe,” he said as he grabbed it from his pants pulled back leaning her forward and placing a line across her back. Snorting it, he then licked the excess as he pistoned deeper into him he never meant to be rough but something about the need he felt for her he felt his fingers wrap around her throat as he pressed her back against his chest. “Good this feel good, you feel good. I love you.”

“I love you.” She panted. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me (Y/n),” he muttered as he pressed harder on her clit and grunted as he came in her. “I love you sweet girl.. He pulled out. “Chinese or pizza?” he said as he nipped on her ear and caressed her body. With one last searing kiss he walked over to the phone and lay on the couch.

“Pizza.” She said, throwing herself in a chair. “God, I needed that.”

“Me too baby. Come here,” he said as he sat up and let her straddle his lap. “You feel so good I just want to do it again and again.” he had placed an order for cheese pizza with wings and breadsticks. His fingers found their way back to her pussy. “Love petting that kitty,” he gave her a playful smirk. “I want to take you again baby, I want you to ride me.” his cock was already getting hard just by the feel of her straddling him.

“Mmmmm, that sounds like a good plan.” She moaned as she kissed him deeply and positioned herself over his cock, ready for him over and over again.

“Fuck,” Nikki rolled his head back as she sank down on him. He pistoned into her again their moans and screams echoing all over their house. Nikki Kissed her deeply his tongue exploring her body his teeth nipping at her skin as she fluttered. “Fuck baby… you feel so good.” NIkki brought her hips down against hers, but something felt off, it felt too fast. He needed to slow down. He began slowing down his pace just to feel her more. He wanted their first night, when they had no need to rush, even though Tommy could’ve walked in at any second.

“Nikki.” She purred. “Love this. Love you.”

“Love you, cum for me,” he said pressing on her clit as he made slow long thrusts. But she seemed like she wanted to move a mile a minute. “Babe slow down, I want this to last…”

“I thought you liked it when we went fast and rough.” She said, slowing herself down. She looked into his eyes, seeing the love her for her evident in them.

“I do… I Just,” her pulled her close and thrust into her slowly. “I want to last and feel you. We leave in a few weeks and I just…..” She kissed him deeply.

“I’m gonna miss you. I wish I could go with you. But girlfriends cramp the style.” She moved slowly, taking him deep into her.

“Fuck that’s it babe,” he drawled as he pressed deeper into her. She rested her forehead against his, moving slowly.

“Nikki, fuck.” She moaned, tracing her fingers in his tattoos. “I’m gonna get one while you’re gone and surprise you.”

"Anything I would know," he groaned as he picked up the pace.

“It’s a surprise baby.” She smiled at him. “That would ruin said surprise.”

NIkki moaned as he kissed her thrusting into her one last time before he felt her cum around him and he spilled into her. F-f-f-fuck (Y/n/n)!” he grunted as he sank back against the couch and she fell against him. Rubbing circles on her back he kissed her head. “Love you sweet girl.”

"Love you too silly boy." She smiled at him. "I'm gonna go clean up. Pizza will be here soon. And then we can do some other activities." She headed to their bedroom, wearing his mark's proud.

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macybeckham7 · 5 years ago

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Fluff Alphabet- Trent Alexander Arnold

A- Attractive {what do they find attractive about the other?}

He finds everything about you attractive, but especially your accent. He just loves your voice in general and just loves listening to you speak.

B- Baby{do they want a family? why/why not?}

You are both still young but he can definitely see himself spending the rest of his life with you and starting a family of his own.

C- Cuddle {how do they cuddle?}

He loves cuddling you! You head resting on his shoulder as his arm wraps around your waist and squeezes you.

D- Dates {what are dates with them like?}

You both loving finding new places in Liverpool, you guys are always in a swanky new bar drinking and dancing just enjoying each other's company.

E- Everything {you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world...)}

You are my sunshine. You are always the reason for him being in a good mood and a big goofy smile on his face.

F- Feelings {When did they know they were in love?}

It was after your third date and he invited you to a family dinner, seeing you get on with his parents and grandparents, as well as some of the younger members he loved how quickly you fitted in. Seeing you with his mum just made him realise how special you were and how he needed to keep you in his life.

G- Gentle {are they gentle? If so, how?}

He is quite boyish, always treating you like one of his brothers, play fighting, tickling you or putting you in a headlock. He tries to make sure that he doesn't hurt you but he is always up for a bit of roughhousing.

H- Hand {Hand/Hold how do they like to hold hands?}

You both usually hold onto eachothers fingers or link your little fingers together rather than fully holding hands out in public.

I- Impression { first impression/s}

When he first met you he instantly fell in love with your accent and loved how down to earth you were. When you first met him you thought how sweet and innocent he was.

J- Joker{ are they into pulling pranks?}

He loves pulling pranks and getting you involved to pull one over on his brothers or getting your ideas to pull some sort of pranks on Ox and Hendo while they are away.

K- Kisses{how do they kiss?}

He loves kissing you! It doesn't matter where you guys are or doing he is always kissing you. It doesn't matter he'd kiss any part of you and any given time.

L- Love { who says I love you first?}

You both were nervous saying it first if the other person wasn't feeling the same. But you said it first after a match and he was so happy and overwhelmed he just cried on your shoulder.

M- Memories {their favourite moment together?)

After the UCL final, you ran over to him and just engulfed him in a massive hug, you both just couldn't stop smiling at each other. The after party was just you both dancing on tables both completely out of it. The thing about it all is the photos of you guys on the pitch with the trophy. He loved being able to have his dream come true with you by his side.

N- Nickel {do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?}

He usually spoils you with football jerseys, every match he asks you whose jersey you want to add to your collection. He usually gets who ever you have asked for and has even got the player to write a little message for you! He just loves your reaction every time he returns home with your favourite players jersey.

O- Orange {what colour reminds them of their other half?}

Red. He loves it when you are at Anfield wearing his jersey singing as loudly as you can, screaming for him.

P- Pet Names {what pet names do they use?}

'Baba' or 'sweetheart'

Q- Quaint {what is their favourite non-modern thing?}

He always says there is nothing better than reading a book or a newspaper, he knows he could get them through his devices but he loves physically holding a book and turning pages.

R - Rainy Day {what do they like to do on a rainy day?}

When it's raining outside it's game day/night. You usually invite the family round or Hendo and some of the boys. You play UNO or snooker or even chess, let's just say the day/night gets pretty lively!

S- Sad {how do they cheer themselves/each other up}

Whenever he is under the weather he calls you, just hearing your voice and listen to how your day has gone, just makes him feel happier

T- Talking{what do they love to talk about?}

He loves talking about football and golf, but also his family and you. (Very generic but I don’t know much about the guy 😂)

U- Unencumbered {What helps them relax?}

Playing chess, it keeps his mind of things that he is worrying about. Or he loves putting on some music and just dancing around the house with you.

V- Vaunt {what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?}

Lately it's been his UCL medal, whoever comes round he just shows it off, never letting anyone touch it and if they do he is instantly polishing it again. You just watch him as he just talks about the night, knowing how much it means to him as a player and a fan of Liverpool.

W - Wedding {when, how, where do they propose?}

He'd propose to you while you are on your annual trip to LA, he'd do it while you are on a hike to the Hollywood sign, on your little break you are gulping down your water, you turn around and just see him kneeling down with a ring in his hand.

X- Xylophone {What's their song?}

The Beatles. When you first got together you were always playing the Beatles around him, you were always singing a song of theirs.

Y- You {the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)}

‘You’re the Kanye to my Kanye’ - because you are both quite obsessed with each other.

‘you’re my she to my naniagans’ - because you are both always up to something that you shouldn’t be.

Z- Zebra {if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?}

You get a British short haired cat which you both decide to call him ‘Gerard’ it was your idea but you were joking and you weren’t really expecting him to agree with you. But a year on you have a cat which goes by the name Steven Gerard.

#fluff alphabet #trent alexander arnold imagines #trent alexander arnold blurbs

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agentofship · 5 years ago

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My thoughts on episodes 1x05 through 1x10

I am very very late for my rewatch posts so I'm just going to do a mix of important things from episodes 5 to 10. First of all, it's the first time I'm noticing the pattern of the first part of the season. -The pilot sets up the show, presents each character and what will actually an important part of the main plot of the season. -0-8-4 is about making them a team -The Asset and Eye Spy is about setting up all the different dynamics (bus kids, Fitzsimmons, Skye and Ward, Coulson and May, etc …) Then, even though, there's of course a role for everyone in each episode, each one focuses on and gives either backstory or delves into the personality of one specific character. -In The Girl in The Flower Dress has Skye kind of betraying the team. We could get to meet Skye's boyfriend, her implication with The Rising Tide and what really made her join the team and her interest in SHIELD. This also sets up an important part of season two's plot about Skye's origins and the inhumans. Other things about this episode: Skye is the first one to get some but it clearly doesn't mean anything in term of happiness in relationships. Jemma is being really sweet and understanding about the whole situation. It's a good thing she understands you can do anything for someone you've been through a lot with because … Oh boy! You'd think Fitz is a bit jealous because he still has a crush on Skye but knowing what we know now, it's probably the betrayal that hurt the most. -In FZZT, we don't get backstory on Jemma (Will we ever?) but we get to know her better and to know that she's not just the cute, dorky, genius scientist, she's also very strong and can make the hard call and sacrifice herself to save everyone else if needed. Of course, her life being completely entwined with Fitz, it's logical that we also learn more about their relationship. Up to this point, they were acting siblings like and being the comic relief and suddenly, we see how much deeper their relationship is with that look they share at the "You've been beside the whole damn time" moment. And we also get the first hint that there might more than friendly feelings. Other things about this episode: That iconic bus kids scene will never not be funny. Skye "shadowing" her supervising officer and being an actual child. May interviewing that poor kid "have a cookie". The most adorable cheek kiss followed by the pillow hug. Fitz calling Jemma for the first time. Coulson not letting anyone taking away his dream team is awesome. -In The Hub, we don't get Fitz's backstory but we get to learn a lot more about him and how he's like without Jemma. During the mission, Ward is his usual badass spy self but we also learn that Fitz can also do well in the field. But where Ward lies and says what he thinks people want to hear to get what he wants, Fitz manages by being exactly himself. He uses science and gadgets to find a solution but also, he manages to be liked by Vladimir and that woman because he's cute and friendly and he drinks with them. And we know it's sincere because he worries about them later. That's the big difference with Ward and maybe a bit of foreshadowing. Also, he can't stop talking about Simmons (that bunny suit story was cute, Ward you asshole!) and that tells a lot about their relationship. Other things about this episode: The whole scene with Simmons, Sitwell and Skye, it's absolute gold and this whole episode is gold. Those scanners in the Hub saying "say cheese", that's cute 😄. The Hub is Disneyland fo FitzSimmons, they would totally wait in line for a pic with Victoria Hand. The sandwich of love saga begins. Love Jemma saying "you'll be careful" not "please be careful" or "will you be careful?". It's not a question or a demand, it's an affirmation. He just has to be careful because she cannot imagine loosing him. And that's the same sentence she'll use after finally realizing her feelings in 2x21. -In The Well, we learn a lot more about Ward and the whole story with his brothers. It's a very interesting backstory because it's the "typical" abusive brother or parent but it's more complicated and actually, the fact that his older brother made him do bad things to his little brother might be foreshadowing about about that scene with FitzSimmons where he's struggling between the sincere feelings he still has for them and his loyalty to Garrett along with the pressure. Also, the staff making him agressive also reveals the worse sides of him, especially with Fitz. Also, Fitz looking down and being speechless when Ward is an asshole is heartbreaking and maybe a sign of his father being abusive. Other things about this episode: Piloting an alien ship is totally on May's list. Thor IS dreamy. I looooove Randolph ❤️ Simmons loves dissecting stuff. May is super badass and she's scary as hell with the power of the whole staff. "You are easily the most beautiful thing ive seen in a thousand years." That was smooth. -In Repairs, we finally get to know more about May and why she's The Cavalry. We'll have to wait until season two to get the whole story but at least, we get a better idea along with a better understanding of her personality. She's not being robotic or cold when she shots the woman at the beginning, she just doesn't want to risk something horrible happening the other people around. But we can also that she has a nicer, more sensitive side when she listens to Skye's speech about forgiving mistakes and talks to Tobias. "Let the girl go" is totally a sentence she could have told herself. Her smile after pranking Fitz at the end is awesome. I love how so much of what May expresses is through facial expressions only. Other things about this episode: May and Ward will always be gross. Also, does no one ever wear bras in movies and TV? Fitz being called sir in season will always be funny (because he's a baby). That scene with May and the blinking lights is gorgeous. -The Bridge finally goes back to what is going to be the main plot of the season: The super soldiers, Cybertek, the Clairvoyant and the big mystery that is Coulson's death. Except for Yes Men who would really fit better in the first part of the season, every episode from 1x10 on will be more or less linked to the main plot of the season. Thoughts about this episode: Mike was really sweet and wanted to do good and he deserved better. It's really too bad he became so much darker and robotic later. FitzSimmons is awesome in that episode, love all the little in synch moment with their matching clothes and the little wave when they're introduced to Mike. That whole scene with Mike is gold. FitzSimmons look tiny next to him. Fitz is so cute trying to be cute and Jemma is SO THIRSTY taking Mike's measurements by hand. (Don't worry Fitz, you too are well formed and symmetrical). And also, they're soooo proud of their suit, it's like it's their child. May has to be the mean parent with Skye because Coulson doesn't have the courage to be honest with and it's not cool of him because Skye already thinks pretty badly of May. But he's also very understanding of Mike's reasons and that's what makes him such a good leader. Just like he'll be surprisingly understanding of Bobbi and Mack's betrayal in season two.

#agentofshiprewatch #aos rewatch #meta #kinda #aos season 1 #team earth aos #earth vs space

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saltandburn-ilovesamwinchester · 5 years ago

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Have A Drink On Me

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning: Slow burn .. 18+

Standing in the mirror, you looked closely at yourself. Your addiction to body piercings growing throughout your years now made you self conscious, especially living with the Winchesters. They were perfect. It took everything you had not to find your own place when they would bring their dates back to the bunker, mostly Dean. Your crush on him was enormous and imaginary. There was no way a guy like him could like a clumsy mess of a person like yourself.

The mirror on the dresser made you want to throw it across the room. Until there was a knock. "Come in," you answered and rolled your eyes at your reflection, hiding the worry on your face.

You were thankful to see the kind smile in Sam's eyes when he walked in. Completely opposite of Dean. "Just wanted to say that Dean and I wanted you to know we were going out later,and we wanted you to come with. Ya know.. if you didn't have plans."

Sam was the sweet one. He respected your privacy and needs to wonder without having two bodyguards leaning over your shoulder all the time.

Just when you thought you were totally a lost cause.

Dean, on the other hand, when the three of you would end up at the bunker he would always find a way to disappear from any room you were in. He either had weapons to clean, go on beer runs, or he would fiddle with the car until you found something else to do. Were you really that pathetic?

"That's nice, Sam, but I don't know if I'm up for an adventure tonight," you declined softly and gave him your best fake smile. "I'm not really feeling it."

He looked like he wanted to question you but decided against it. Sam knew if you wanted to talk you would. "Oh, okay," he cast his eyes down his narrow body to his feet and huffed. "We leave at eight if you change your mind." With a single smile your way, he turned and shut the heavy door, leaving you with your thoughts again.

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Dean's P.O.V.

By lunch the three of your were starving and everyone had different ideas for a meal. "Hey Y/N, I bet you haven't had Dean's sandwiches yet," Sam winked at you from across the table. "They're the best." Dean turned to his little brother with wide eyes.

What the hell is he doing, Dean thought to himself. Sam knew for a while that his brother had a crush on the girl that was two years younger than his baby brother. Every once in a while Sam would catch him staring at her while she would research the things they needed for a hunt. Her tiny hands running across the keyboard. Or Dean would stare in awe as she took on the largest of creatures that go bump in the night. Dean knew things could go bad if he ever went there with her. How could he ever come close to hurting you like that?

I would always find ways to keep myself busy. Just long enough to keep my mind off Y/N. Running through the garage, playing with weapons, and above all avoiding eye contact. Staying away from her but wanting to stay beside her was like fighting a war between my head and heart. I always wanted her, but I knew my consequences if something bad ever happened.

"Mmm..no. I don't think I have," Y/N's beautiful smile spread in my direction. Her smile, Jesus Christ, her smile! If I could keep that smile on her face all day, I would. Then the way her eyebrow piercing would bounce when she laughed or the one on her tongue would sneak past her lips when she would wet them.

"Well, prepare to be amazed," my laugh came out short and fast and I took off to the kitchen. I had to get out of there before little Dean got fired up and my stomach knotted when I heard her feet shuffling behind me.

"Jus' wanted to watch the master chef himself," she smiled at me, her eyes wide and shining. Man I could take her right here if she were willing. Why the hell would she want this, though? Y/N didn't belong in this world. She belonged in a fairytale, with her prince charming, where they ride off into the sunset. Even if I could make her happy, how long would it last?

Well, if this is my shot, I'm shooting it. I grabbed her hands the way I always wanted to and spun her until she was by the refrigerator. "Help me get the stuff out, sweetheart," I grinned and watched her search for everything she wanted on her sandwich.

Y/N had her hands full with stuff and just as she handed me the sliced cheese, it slipped from our hands. We both bent down for it and my hands crossed her small fingers, and I pulled away. I took the rest of the ingredients and worked fast, trying to busy myself from her watching beside me. "And here you go," I happily set the neat sandwich down on her plate, the crust cut off like she requested. If only she would request me to do other things for her..

She licked her lips again before sinking her teeth into the fresh bread. Watching her face light up was pure sweetness. Oh, dear God, I want to be that sandwich. I want to have those little bite marks all over me. My mind was screaming with the urge to ask her out right then. What would she think? Would she laugh? Would she say yes? "Okay, I'm going to make Sam's and let you finish that," I trailed off as my geek brother walked through the kitchen doorway.

He looked at me with those puppy dog eyes, asking if I asked Y/N to go with us yet. "No you," I mouthed back at him." The panic had formed into beads of sweat, luckily only I knew about.

Y/N was completely oblivious to our conversation and Sam put his hands up in surrender and shook his head, "She already told me no."

"Deannn.." Y/N moaned as she took the last bite of her sandwich and the sound didn't go unnoticed by the boys. She was still slumping over the counter top, sandwich in one hand and chip in the other, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. "That was amazing," she sang lovingly.

Dean closed his mouth that had fallen slack. Did she just make that sound for him? I need to leave right now, he thought to himself then scolded after looking at Sammy with red cheeks. "Hey, are you going out with us tonight," I spoke in a rush. Never had I been so nervous around a girl before. Maybe because she wasn't a girl. Y/N was a woman.

...

Reader P.O.V.

Throughout the day you flip flopped the idea of Sam and Dean's offer in your head. Why in the hell were they so caught up on you leaving the bunker tonight? And what got into you today at lunch? Following Dean's path like a puppy, praising his name over a damn sandwich?

You tucked away all the embarrassing moments and sat up from your place in bed. "Okay," you sighed to yourself and put down the TV remote. "If you are going to do anything, you have to do something with yourself first."

The water and steam in the shower relaxed your muscles a little. You watched the bubbles form on your skin from the body wash and the soft, pink loofah while the sweet smell of the shampoo soaked through your locks of hair. Then, Dean's name appeared in your cloudy brain. Not here. Not now. You cringed at the thought of him seeing you like this and started to scrub that thought out of your head like the bubbles on your body.

When your shower was completely over and you stepped out into the open cool air of the bathroom, you found yourself looking in the mirror again. Your eyes wandered from every hole that had been made by a needle in a piercing shop. One night wouldn't hurt anyone. Would it? You went to work, removing the stud earrings, the tongue piercing, all of it.

Your hair and makeup do over came to an end and you glanced at your straight hair and even eyeliner, proud that your features came together for one night. The red dress that had been a gift from Donna and Jody as a birthday present sat in back of the closet for the longest time. Now, the tight fabric clung to all the right places and the black lace up heels complemented your red toes. It's now or never, you thought and walked out of the comfort of your room.

...

Sam's P.O.V.

"Where is she? Y/N should be here by now," Dean fidgeted in his seat in the library chair. Having to admit that his brother's nervousness about seeing the woman of his dreams all dressed up and the possibility of her liking him too gave Sam the little hope he always held onto. "Do I look okay, Sammy? Too much?"

Sam smiled and laughed at his older brother. All his life he had looked up to Dean. When it was Sam that was nervous about a girl, he didn't talk to his father about it, he went to Dean. Now, seeing him like this, it was Sam's turn for the pep talk. "You look fine, just chill dude. She'll be down in a minute."

"What if I can't do it? What it I look crazy or some lunatic comes up to her before I get a chance to," his brother was panting now and Sam could tell he was about to back out of going. Oh HELL no. He will not ruin this for him nor her.

"Dean, it's okay. You really don't know how much she's into you, do you?" Sam's calm voice flowed through Dean's ears.

Dean looked at his younger brother as if he had two heads. "What are you talking about," his voice went high for a moment and it made Sam giggle.

"Oh, you are hopeless," Sam sighed and played with his thumbs, enjoying this very much. "Buddy, my room is closer to hers and I promise you these walls may hold a very strong power to protect us, but these walls are also very thin," Sam grinned and bit into his lip, wondering if telling Dean this was a good idea.

He watched as his brother's emotions unfolded in the small leather chair. "What? What the FUCK, Sam? Why didn't you tell me this sooner," Dean's out burst made Sam's head fall back with laughter.

Before Sam could say another word Y/N's heels let them know she was getting closer.

...

Reader's P.O.V.

You padded down the bunker's hallway, until you reached the opening of the library. Before stepping into site, you could hear Sam's laughter booming over something Dean had said. These boys, you smiled to yourself.

Your heels clicked a few more strides before stopping in front of the wide table where they sat. "Y/N, you look amazing," Sam smiled and stood from his comfortable chair. Dean had been fiddling with the collar of his shirt but made a double take at you and your new dress. His eyes traveling from your lace ups to your eyes, taking in as much as possible.

"Whoa," he smiled that handsome smile and stepped closer to you. His hand reached out to grab yours and he kissed the top it. You smiled and felt your cheeks turn crimson because his eyes never left yours.

The two of you were so caught up in each other, you forgot Sam was watching the whole thing. "Are you two finished now," he poked fun at his brother and winked at you. "Because if I'm going anywhere, I'm leaving now."

Dean waved him off and turned to your side, holding out his elbow for you. You questioned him silently but took his arm and when Sam was farther away he leaned into you, "Y/N, you look beautiful tonight," his green eyes shined and so did his smile. The two of you had reached the car where his younger brother was and Dean held open the door for you.

When everyone was comfortable the Impala pulled away from the bunker and the night began. "Two more minutes and we should be there," Sam announced from his place in the passenger seat. You looked up from your phone and you met Dean's stare. How long had he been watching you? You licked your lips for show and rubbed your knees together, never taking your eyes off his.

You forced yourself from looking at him and you sat up straighter to see the parking lot of the bar you had just pulled into. Dean was the first out the car and quick to open the door for you. You smiled at his thoughtfulness and took his hand to help you out. "Have a drink, on me. Please," Dean found himself looking at your lips the whole time he ask.

Smiling your best ten of ten smile, the kind that reached your eyes, you nodded and followed him to the bar door.

...

Some how, somewhere this felt right. It sure felt right an hour later when the two of you escaped back to the bunker and into your room. You never would have thought that Dean could have been into you. But now, balls deep inside of you and the bruised and wet skin, gave you the satisfaction of your earlier thoughts.

"So good," you moaned against his lips when he thrust harder into you. Your nails clawed into his back, taking in every inch of him. The bed moving with every stroke turned you on even more. "Dean..." you threw your head back as he found that perfect spot between your neck and shoulder and bit down, coming hard.

Dean brushed his nose against yours, still holding himself above you, "Mine." Your heavy panting and heartbeat slowed when the words left his lips. Your hands still holding his above your head. "Yours," you smiled and kissed him, his tongue fighting yours and he bucked into you again, making you whimper.

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vamprnce · 5 years ago

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I Just Want A Good Time

The Boss' birthday is coming up, his best friends Johnny and Aisha drag him to a party he thought he wouldn't like. Drinks, dancing, flirting and some cake later he was wrong.

Johnny/Aisha - Bossgat (platonic) | ao3

this must've been my longest fic to date and I'm so proud! 6k+ words omg 😭😭 also in reality Chris' bday is in a few months but I wanted write this rn lmao this is way in the beginning of 2, more specifically in the prologue after they clear out the Purgatory.

"So, I've been meaning to ask, when's your birthday?"

"Huh?" Chris stopped eating his sandwich, looking up the woman.

"You heard me, your birthday. I know you're secretive but you gotta have one, right?" Aisha smiled at him. He sat there at the table slowly chewing, staring at her like he got asked the most complicated algebra question. His face full of confusion. He swallowed his food before speaking. "My birthday?" he asks slightly dumbfounded. No one really asked about his birthday before, not even Johnny and they're best friends. He never really kept track of his birthdays, especially recently.

Aisha pull an unamused look but she's still smiling. "I know you've been gone for five years but I thought we should throw you a birthday party, only if yours is coming up, though. So, again, when's your birthday?" Aisha asked again cheerly, she had a lot of excitement in her voice. Chris loved Aisha, they bonded a lot over the years after Johnny introduced her to him back in Saints Row. They're even considered best friends, too. A much more of a drastic difference with him and Johnny's.

"I don't really do... birthday parties," Chris frowned slightly. "You don't need to throw me one, I'll save you some time."

Aisha crossed her arms across her chest, the look form into one that say "you're getting a damn party if you like it or not". She sighed out her nose, eyes piercing and an unchallenged look to match. "Let me throw you a party, you're going love it, trust me." She says, mostly as a statement then a question. His gaze drifted away from her not wanting to have eye contact, he let out a defeated sigh. He really couldn't fight against Aisha, she's not like Johnny. He's more tolerable, somehow.

"It's August 29th." He mutters quietly. He doesn't like people fussing over him and that especially means people planning on throwing parties for him. Aisha's smile lit up, obviously pleased to hear the answer she dragged out of him. "You really don't need to throw a party." He still protested, putting his hands up. "Would you stop, I'm definitely throwing you one, you deserve it." Aisha chuckled lightly.

"Wait, the 29th? Isn't that tomorrow?" She asks suddenly remembering.

"Yeah, I guess so." He shrugs.

"Perfect!" She claps her hands together.

Chris slept over for the night, not that he really planned to but he was in a bind. And accepting the open arms of his best friends when he wasn't at his best was better then protesting and sleeping outside somewhere, minimizing the risk of a raccoon attacking him at night. He always felt so welcome at their house, it did feel like another home to him.

It was around noon now and the two were enjoying lunch together. Chris was the guest of Aisha and Johnny's place but his manners were surprisingly incredible, even made the meal instead. It was a rather quick but small meal, a steak and swiss cheese sandwich toasted with chips. It was amazing to Aisha's taste, nonetheless. "When did you learn how cook, Sweets? This is really wonderful!" Aisha praises, raising her eyebrows after taking a bite out of the sandwich. "Oh, I use to cook with my mom, she showed me everything about it." Chris flustered at the compliment and the nickname she use to call him. "Thanks." A small smile grew on his face.

It was true though, his mother did show him everything about cooking. He used to cook everything himself most times for himself and his baby brother when their mom was busy working as a nurse. He's able to cook but he'd rather just order food instead, much more simple and faster. "You need to cook for me more often, I'm definitely stealing you." Aisha says. Chris snorts at her comment.

"Ain't Johnny up yet? I don't think I ever seen him sleep in before." He asks looking around the house from his seat. "If he's not up in five seconds I'm taking the last sandwich." Already reaching for the food on the plate Johnny walked in the room stretching his aching muscles. "Oh, that's scary." Chris says to himself having his hand hovering over the sandwich looking at the man who entered. "Huh?" Johnny stood in front of the two who were eating still. "Good morning, Sunshine." Chris smirked, leaning his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands. Aisha chuckled at his remark.

"You guys are already up?" Johnny asked, he did sleep in a quite awhile. Last night he picked up Chris, who was still having a hard time adjusting over everything after waking up. It's understandable, though. He had a big freak out at the motel he was staying at temporarily in the Barrio's. Johnny had to go drive over way late at midnight and stay with him for awhile until he calmed down. Eventually he came back to their place with him and he let Chris stay over. He didn't talk about what happened last night but that's the Boss, never really talks about anything. Always guarded.

"Look, Sweets cooked and made lunch." Aisha says, gesturing to all the food on the table. She was very cheery today. She's always happy to see and have Chris visit. "When the hell did you learn how to cook?" Johnny asks, genuinely surprised and walks closer to where they're sitting. "How 'bout you sit your ass down and eat." Chris barks, back pointing at him. Johnny chuckled, sitting down and taking the single sandwich that was left for him, biting into it. "Damn, you ain't bad, Boss." Johnny replies, enjoying the food. Chris responds back smirking and raising his arms and shrugging. "So, what's on the schedule for today? Don't we gotta find a new crew still?" Johnny casual asks.

"Can't your guy's gang stuff wait for another day, we gotta celebrate the birthday boy's special day tomorrow." Aisha had a playful smile on her lips and looked over at Chris sitting across from her. He sighed through his nose out of frustration. "What she talkin' about?" Johnny followed her gaze and looked over to Chris sitting on his right. Chris sighed louder putting his hands over his face. "Nothin'." He grumbles.

"Wait your birthday's tomorrow? why haven't you ever told me about your birthday?" Johnny asked, his tone genuinely surprised to the fact he never told him these things back then. "It's not that important." Chris dodge the question waving him off. "He's been acting like that all day. I already told him we're throwing him a party tomorrow." Aisha said confidently, her tone suggesting there's no more debate about.

Chris tilt his head to side and made a look silently pleading for help at Johnny, he chuckled back at his suffering friend.

"Ain't that right?" Johnny smirked deviously.

"Johnny, no." Chris frowns.

"You heard the lady, you're getting a party." Johnny says pointing a finger at him, smiling still.

All he can do is sharply exhale out his nose and stare down both of his friends with a look of betrayal. They both really were gonna drag him into a party like this?

He stands up from the table to collect all the plates irritated and huffs. Slipping into the kitchen he didn't say another word, he needed a good excuse to make an exit. He was really acting like baby but who cares? Aisha puts a hand over mouth and giggles making Johnny stare and smile at her. She was beautiful when she laughed.

Plates were cleaned and put away and lunch was over, everyone moved over towards the living room after. Chris and Johnny are sitting on the couch, Aisha was sitting near on the chair flipping through a magazine, not paying attention to the others. The other two were playing a video game together, Zombie Uprising to be exact. Johnny just got it, never played it yet so he tried it out with Chris first.

"You gotta-- no, gotta get all of the weapons or all the zombie fucks are gonna fuck you up." Chris demanded loudly at him. "Yo, we just started and you're already ordering me around. You never even played this game before." Johnny frowns, still shooting zombies. "Well I'm not awful like you and this is at least the third time playing all the rounds again. Just do what I tell ya, damn." Chris says sharply, rolling his eyes. "I'm awful? You acting like you didn't get killed at all, guess you're that fuckin' perfect huh?" Johnny shots back. Chris moves his gaze off the tv screen and gave him the most "bitch please" look at him.

Aisha was evesdropping on their bickering since it was too much to pay attention to her reading. She laughed loudly and hid her face behind the magazine when Johnny whipped his head around to look at her frowning. "You just suck man, face it. You can't match my amazing skills." Chris teased, further trying to get a rise out of him. "If you wanna call that skill, by all means." Johnny waved him off deciding to focus on the game instead of him.

"I bet if we were in a zombie apocalypse right now, I'd beat your ass so hard." Chris points at him, he's to far in this dumb argument to back down now. "Yeah? You be the first fuckin' one to turn into a zombie outta both of us." Johnny snorts. "Pretty sure I'd beat both your asses, if I'm gonna be real." Aisha chimed in putting the magazine down in her lap. "I wouldn't be surprised, actually." Chris chuckled.

Later, Aisha parted and left to go upstairs to work out some plans for the big day tomorrow, leaving the other two downstairs. They fell into silence continuing playing the game. Chris tapped away at the buttons focused on the screen until Johnny broken the silence finally. "So, you really don't like celebrating your birthday?" Johnny asked casually. "Not really, no. I don't really celebrate it, just another day to me, I don't care." Chris answered, he shrugged not taking his eyes off the screen. Johnny nodded. He wasn't a big partyer back in the day so he gets where he's coming from. "Alright, how old are you then?" Johnny asks again.

"You don't know how old I fuckin' am? Really Johnny?" He had to laugh at that one. All the years they were friends he would thought he'd know but at the same time he never really talked about himself that much back then. "I'm twenty four, dumbass." Chris shook his head. "I thought you'd be much older." Johnny admits. "Wha-- do I really look that old?" Johnny's comment took him by surprise. He didn't think his appearance made himthat old, maybe Johnny's just blind. He just laughed at him, he didn't think he cared so much about his appearance. Johnny turned his head to look at him up and down, analysing him. "I guess you can be twenty four." Johnny said blandly. "You're such a weirdo, god I hate you." Chris punch his shoulder and started laughing.

After awhile Chris sets the controller down on the table in front of him, the game started to get pretty boring for him and it was hard to focus on it anymore. Both of two settled on watching tv instead. Chris sat a bit away from Johnny at the end of the couch, elbow on the armrest propping up this head and leg crossed over the other one. His face was blank staring at the screen but he wasn't pay attention to any of the show, every voice drown out to him, even Johnny's trying to talk to him as he noticed how checked out he is. He waved a hand in front of his face making Chris snapping back into focus, blinking a few times. "Yo, you still here on Earth, Boss?" Johnny's voice filtered back in. "Sorry, what?" Chris straighten up changing his position on the couch.

Johnny sighed and repeated himself, "I said, you feeling alright, you've been acting weird." Johnny's tone was a bit serious, he already know what he's implying and he really doesn't want him bringing it up. Johnny's position changed so he sat more facing him. "Look about last night--" Johnny continued, Chris sighed through his nose furrowing his brows wanting him just stop talking all together. He cut him off raising his hand, "I already know where you're going with this and I really don't want to get into it right now." Chris' voice had a hint of anger though he wasn't angry at Johnny. He felt uncomfortable, he didn't like what happened last night and having Johnny witness it was painful.

He was vulnerable and out of his mind, he lost control, which was something he hated experiencing. Things were tough on him, he knew that, though he just couldn't talk about it. It was the first time Johnny saw him breakdown like that, he doesn't exactly remember when or how he even showed up at his motel room last night but he wish he didn't. Last night is something he didn't want to experience again, he doesn't want Johnny seeing him like that. He bounced his leg quickly thinking about it. "Look all I'm sayin' is--" Johnny tried again getting cut off the second time. "I'm not talking about this, alright? This discussion is over, Gat." He snaps shutting down the conversation immediately, crossing his arms with a frown. Johnny got the message loud and clear but it didn't make him less irritated by it. He leaned back more into the couch match the other man's frown and sighing.

They sat there in awkward silence for a few minutes until Chris stood up off the couch, Johnny glance at him as he had his back towards him. "Imma go out for a smoke." Chris mumbles, he didn't feel talkative at the moment and need some much needed nicotine. He checked if he had enough cigarettes left in the pack before stepping out, seeing he ran out he let out a small sigh. "Yo, come with me to Brown Beggar's, I'm all out of cigarettes." Chris says turning towards him and raising the empty pack, trying to act casual ignoring what happened. Johnny pushed himself off the couch without any objections and followed behind him out the door.

They ended up driving to the closest gas station instead in the Suburbs district. Johnny was standing near the check out counter as Chris purchase a few packs and a large can of something he couldn't make out at first. They walked out the building items in hand and Chris quickly lit up a cigarette, he inhaled the smoke deeply as if it would get rid of all his stress. They stood out there for awhile together. "So whatcha think Aisha's gonna do for my birthday tomorrow?" Chris asks tapping the cigarette with his fingers flicking ash to the ground below. "Not really sure, for all we know she's planning to torture you." Johnny smirks, he idly watched cars drive by.

"That's what I feared." He frowned sarcastically, not really expressing upset. Johnny chuckles. "Seriously though, she's gonna put her heart into this party for you. She missed you y'know." Johnny says, his voice was filled was something that he never heard before, it made his heart skip a beat. He tried to hide his growing smile and flushing cheeks by taking another drag of his cigarette. He knows Aisha missed him, the tight hug she gave him when they saw each other again showed it. Johnny was such a shitty liar. "I know she's doing this but thanks... for throwing the party. And y'know... about last night." Chris shuffled in place awkwardly, he sounded so quiet saying that that it made Johnny's brows rise in surprise. He was being vulnerable again and it was unusual to see but it wasn't bad. "Don't mention it." Johnny's said. His smirk made his chest cave it when he glanced at him.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, these feelings were starting to make his face burn up. "Hey you want me pick you up tomorrow, you didn't get your Bootlegger back did you?" Johnny asks. "Hm, not yet. I'm still working it out with some fuckhead on getting it back, such a fucking pain. I stole it the first time, I should just steal it again." Chris chuckles. "But nah, it's fine I'll come over tomorrow myself." Johnny nodded, "Alright." Chris dropped his finished cigarette on the ground and stamped it out, pulling out his phone real quick to check any messages.

"Hey, I gotta meet up with some guy real quick in Elysian Fields, I'll catch you later at the Purgatory, alright?" Chris says, before he walks offs.

"You need any backup? I'm pretty much free for awhile." Johnny says.

"Thanks but I can handle it myself." Chris says plainly, "Have Aisha lemme know the location for party later, though."

They parted ways and Johnny watch him walk off to the direction of his destination, until witnessing him rob a car off an old lady at a red light. Johnny grinned and started walking to his own car before driving back to his house. He really didn't have anything to do today but getting back home Aisha made sure to drag him along with her plans with the party. She was extremely fast in the short amount of time there actually was, he was impressed.

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Finally done tracking down assholes and sniping them for a weird and mysterious ass guy for a hitman job, gladly getting paid shit ton of money and not getting fucked over, he went shopping for the party. He didn't have much money when he came back and he doesn't fit in his old clothes anymore, with growing a few inches taller and all. Stopping at Impressions for quick second, he picked up new clothes. The fancy posh store wasn't his cup of tea, rich snobs glanced and sneered his way making silent insults to their shitty pretentious friends.

He didn't fit in it was obvious, he didn't feel offended or threatened because he didn't want to fit in with these fake people. Finishing up the shopping after finding something he actually liked, he rang it up at the counter. Even the cashier made judging looks at him probably thinking he didn't have that amount cash for something this expensive. Pulling out a few hundred dollar bills proved him wrong though, the look on his face made him silently chuckle to himself. He couldn't hide the smug smirk on his face though, which made the snobby cashier more irritated. After receiving the large black bag he smiles wide, faking the most nauseating and sweet as possible voice he tells the cashier, "Have a nice day!"

Before heading home he had some more jobs to do around the city. He had to drive all over for trafficking jobs, drugs and prostitutes, mostly at Chinatown, the airport and downtown. Getting in the car he threw the bag in the back seat, he made some calls and checked his weapons to see if he was all prepared. Making off to the first destination downtown he spent most of the day out driving around, shooting and protecting the clients. He was exhausted as hell but the money he made that day was worth it at the end.

The time he arrived at El Hoyo Motel it was already dark out. Dragging his feet up the one flight of stairs to his room at the end of the hall way, he unlocked the door, went in and dropped the black bag from earlier on the floor and collapsed into bed. Falling asleep instantly he didn't even take off his clothes from that day. It was roughly after four in the morning when he woke back up again, the same nightmare that's plagued him for weeks shook him awake.

He sat up in bed in the pitch black room, the only light there was was from outside or the dim light of the bathroom. He was trembling and his whole body was sweating, high anxiety and fear ran through him still riding through the nightmare. Jumping out of bed he stripped off the damp clothes, placing them on a chair in the room. Left standing there shirtless and in his briefs he walked towards the bathroom.

Standing in front of the sink he turned on the faucet, splashing cool water on face. His hands still trembled and he clutched the edge of the sink with his head hanging down, eyes closed tightly. He stood there silently breathing in and out slowly through his nose until all the panic left his body. He straightened up a short time after. Already unclothed he decided to take a quick shower, he could never fall back asleep after a nightmare no matter how hard he tries to.

He stepped out of the bathroom in a towel wrapped around his waist a few minutes later. Sitting on the edge of the bed he grabbed his phone off the end table checking through any messages anyone left him over night, scrolling down the name "Aisha" caught his eye. He momentarily forgot about the party that was still on, he clicked the name and read the text on the screen. The location was a place he's never heard of before, he trusts her judgement on the venue though, it was some bar that had dancing and karaoke. Thinking of Johnny dancing and doing karaoke made him snort to himself, that's something he has to see. The party started at around 10 pm, he laid back on the bed seeing he had a lot of time that day before the evening.

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The car slowly pulled up at the small bar, at first glance he didn't think anyone could actually dance here. It looked like a pretty cozy place. He checked his watch seeing he wasn't too late, Aisha and Johnny said they'd meet him there. Hopping out the car he fixed his outfit when walking into the bar. Entering he looking around the place, it wasn't too packed but it was busy. His eyes scanned the place to spot the two until an arm waving got his attention. "Hey, over here!" Aisha had to yell over the crowd, she waved him over. She was sitting with Johnny at one of the booths, walking over towards them he saw they both were dressed up, too. Aisha stood up and opened her arms out wide. "Happy birthday, Sweets!" She hugged him tightly with the biggest smile. Chris had to lean down a bit due to their height difference, he hugged her back tightly grinning, "Thanks."

Pulling back he saw more of her outfit more clearly, she had medium length purple dress above the knee with a V neck and shoulder straps. She wore a pretty silver necklace with a small cross and dangling silver earrings to match. "You look so pretty Aisha, I never seen this dress before." Chris said smiling at her. "Oh this, this is old, I've had it in my closet for awhile." Aisha looked down at the dress, pulling at the skirt, "But look at you, you look amazing!" Chris rubbed the back of neck and chuckled. The outfit he bought the day before, he wore a black leather jacket that looked a little worn out, a short sleeved button up leopard print shirt, black jeans and boots.

They both sat back in the booth, Aisha sat next to Johnny and Chris sat across from them. "What, I don't get a "Happy birthday" from the wonderful and amazing Gat? I'm wounded." Chris sarcastically said, smirking. Johnny chuckled reaching his arm out to clasp their hands together in a handshake, "Happy birthday, Boss." Chris clasped his hand with his, his smile was so bright. "You guys wait here long?" Chris asks settling back in his seat. "We just got here, woulda been here sooner if a certain someone wasn't so slow out the door." Johnny smirked, turning to look over at Aisha. "You serious right now, Johnny? You're the one to talk, taking five times as long to get all pretty." Aisha barked back, looking straight in his eyes, her eyes piercing. I guess it's not a happy birthday if those two don't fight.

Johnny did look nice tonight, too. He wonders if Aisha actually had to dress him up for this. He didn't look too fancy though, but did look sharp, white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he can see his jewelry on his neck, fingers and wrist. He watched their bickering unfold and smiled. They use to argue a lot back then but he guesses a lots have changed over the years, somehow they do stay the same.

While watching them he felt someones eyes on him, glancing towards the bar he saw a man staring right at him grinning. His brows raised as he looked right back at the man, eyes locked on to each other for a minute until Chris broke the contact by looking away. Was that guy interested in him? He was with a group of people at the bar what if he was with a rival gang? He did smile at him like he was showing interest and not the usually "I'm going to break your neck" smile, so maybe not.

"Hey I'm going to get a round of drink to get this party started." Chris said interrupting whatever the two were talking about now, he lost focus on them. "We'll come with, hold on." Aisha said grabbing Johnny's wrist, Chris was already way ahead of them by the time they started moving.

He walked up to counter, purposely standing next to the man who was eyeing him earlier, he flagged the bartender ordering a round of drink for the night. Johnny and Aisha stood by him near the counter, Johnny was closer to him. "I forgot to say how nice you look, Johnny." Chris smiled as he got his drink. He shrugged, "It's whatever." Johnny looked more at his friend. "Though I can say the same thing for you, guessin' you killed someone for those clothes."

The bartender came over to hand the rest of the party their drinks. "I had to kill at least eight asshats for this outfit." Chris said semi-joking, already getting a refill. "Yeah? Is that what you had to do at Elysian Fields?" Johnny asked, he remembered Boss going off after getting smokes to meet up with someone, he told him not to come with that one. "Oh yeah, finally got to whip out to good old McManus for that one." He replied flashing a devious grin.

Johnny chuckled, leaning his elbow on the counter. "You having fun yet, old man?" Johnny asks, jabbing at him for his age. "Ha. I'm starting to but the nights still young. Though, I would have more fun if you came to dance with me, maybe karaoke?" Chris said, the devious look on his face growing. "I don't dance." Johnny said plainly before taking a swing of his drink, Chris never noticed that he only drinks beer.

"You didn't say no to singing, though." Chris pointed out.

"I don't sing, either." Johnny said slightly repeating himself.

"Who's the old man now?" He snorted, slapping Johnny's arm. "Can't I get a birthday wish and be blessed by the gods so you can dance with me?" Johnny frowned at him, he was really adamant for him to actually dance with him, in public. Chris laughed ordering more drinks. "Don't bother with Johnny he's always a grump." Johnny shot Aisha with a look at her comment. "Sweets, if you want to dance I'll dance with you." Aisha perked up, stepping towards him. "Yeah?" Chris said amused. He shot back his drink quickly and took her by the hand. Johnny watched the two walk over to the crowd on the dance floor, he noticed a man checking out the Boss when walked passed. He wouldn't have really notice it naturally but the guy made it completely obvious.

Aisha led him into the crowd, it was snug but it wasn't crazy packed. "Do you know how to dance?" She asks, they both were moving to the music close together. "A little." he grinned wide, he never danced in front of people that didn't pay him for it. He did know a quite of different dances through years of practice, though he's pretty rusty now. They spent awhile on the dance floor, laughing and doing dumb dances together. He was uncomfortable at first but started getting in the flow, Aisha was having such an amazing time watching him she was quite impressed.

A song that was more party like and upbeat came over the speaker and that's when the night started to get good. The crowd surrounding them cheered, Johnny looked over at the crowd almost making his jaw drop. What he saw was his own Boss and girlfriend in the middle of the floor pulling off the biggest dance moves, he's never even seen Aisha let alone the Boss dance like that. Chris was in his own zone, his body and hips perfectly swaying and moving to the rhythm. Aisha's expression showed she was completely surprised, she tried to sync up with his moves but she couldn't contain her excited laughter.

He was obviously drunk, one point he was bumping hips with Aisha then he dropped his ass to floor, making the crowd cheer louder and Aisha laugh in surprise, eyes going wide. After awhile when he stopped being a show off and center of attention, he jumped with the crowd with Aisha hugging on him, in the middle of it he yelled that drinks were on the house for everyone. Johnny was really speachless watching him hype up the crowd like that, then again he had that type of leadership in him. The party died down after, Chris was smashed but honest on word about the free drinks for everyone.

The two walked back towards the bar where Johnny was sitting. "Oh my god, I can't believe you. You should've told me you could dance like that!" Aisha's head was spinning, her surprised expression still plastered on her face. Chris was still laughing, adrenaline and alcohol ran through his veins. "Johnny, can you believe this?" She turned her attention towards him. "I don't think I've ever seen a guy drop down low like that before." Johnny tried to keep his surprise off his face but he was smiling. Chris gave him a smirk in response, reaching his hand out, "You sure you still don't wanna dance with me now?"

"How 'bout I give you a raincheck?" Johnny said. "Okay, well I'm holding you to that, don't think I'll forget." Chris points at him threateningly.

Getting another drink the group made their way to the back of the bar at some seats and a table away from the crowd. Aisha said they had something for him and they led him in a more quiet place. Both sitting on either side of him Aisha handed a small rectangle box wrapped in purple paper. "It's still you're birthday and it's not much but here, happy birthday."

Taking the box in his hands and ripped off the wrapping, opening the box there lies a white gold chain necklace with a small angel pendant. He picked up the chain holding it high to inspect and smiling ear to ear, it was smile that she's never before, eyes sparkled as he looked at the jewelry. "This is wonderful Aisha, thank you so much." He squeezed her tightly as he hugged her. He felt warm and fuzzy inside putting the necklace on and it wasn't because of the alcohol, he buzzed with happiness sitting there. Johnny cleared his throat handing his something in a black leather holster, "Here, happy birthday." Chris smirked taking it from him, seeing the handle in the open end he unsheathed the object, smirk falling off his face as he studied the large blade gripped in his hand. "Wha-- are you trying to tell me something, Johnny?" Chris said turning the knife in his hand.

"It's eight inches." Is all Johnny replies before he has to contain his laughter, failing to do so he had to set the knife down to collect himself. "I hate you so fuckin' much man, I swear." Chris said trying to catch his breath, he really wasn't expecting that tonight. Johnny shrugs at him in response smugly grinning.

"Really, Johnny, a knife?" Aisha says in disbelief.

"Yeah, what else would I get him?" Johnny said.

"A mini gun, probably." Aisha sarcastically said, rolling her eyes.

"That's next year's." Johnny said.

"Y'know, that'd be the perfect gift, honestly." Chris chimed in.

Aisha should've expect this yet she still crossed her arms across her chest and sighed. "Thanks for the gifts guys. You guys brought cake too, right?" He was slightly joking but a cake sounded great right now. Aisha smiled like she was holding in a dirty secret, without saying anything she got up to leave the two, coming back a minute later she held a round and small chocolate frosted cake. Setting it down carefully on the table, a single candle was lit. "Blow out the candle!" She said, sitting back down beside him. "No singing happy birthday? You know what, nevermind." He blew out the candle quickly before both of them got any ideas and did start singing. He did wrap his arms both around them for a hug. "This is a great party, thanks for throwing it."

"See, I'd knew you'd like it." Aisha said. The cake was cut, served and eaten. The night was starting the hit after midnight by now, Johnny and Aisha were way in the back of the bar together dancing, well more of her trying to get him to dance. Johnny really didn't like to dance doesn't he? Chris sat on a stool by the bar getting another drink, he didn't get cut off yet which was a miracle. He didn't mind sitting there by himself for awhile, liked having his space sometimes.

Though, that was short lived as the man who seemed to be checking him out previously finally came up to talk to him. Took him awhile. "Hey, so... you come here often?" the man flirted, badly, Chris can see he was nervous as hell. He glanced at him and smirked into his drink, he attempt was cute. "No, I'm just here for a party." Chris says plainly, the man was attractive but he didn't want to give him some sort of hope, yet. "I saw you dancing with that girl, you're really something you know." The man tried harder to get to his sweet side. "And what is that?" Chris spoke in a low tone, the man seemed to gravitate towards him, leaning closer. He took a bold move and put a hand on Chris' leg, making him glance down and smiling at the man.

"Something beautiful and angelic."

Chris snorted, he was a sweet talker but he just knew he wanted to get into his pants. "You have no idea." Chris said, an amused smile was on his face. The man flirted with him for awhile, Chris was highly considering just walking away just then without saying anything. But he scribble down something real quick and whispered "call me" in the guys ear, walking away from him towards where the people he was with were.

"Some guy really tried the whole "come here often?" shit with me." Chris said casually, standing with the other two.

"People still use that?" Aisha scoffs.

"Want me to care of it?" Johnny says to him.

"Nah, it's fine. I'm most likely going to take care of him later." Chris said raising his brows. Johnny clicked his tongue. "You really fell for that lame shit?" He asked. "He called my dancing angelic, why not?" Chris shrugged smirking. "I can't believe you." He shook his head. Chris laughed and stretched his arms. "You guys ready to head back?"

The three headed outside together, Chris decided to ride back with the other two, ditching the car he jacked the other day on the street. This might've been the best birthday he's ever had, maybe they aren't so bad after all.

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