#holy fuck. oh my god i am so relieved at that ending i was preparing for the absolute worst THANK HOD THANK GOD

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yeah so i finished a court of mist and fury

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Amoreena | chapter thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: fluff like unbelievably fluffy!

word count: 6.1

here's the playlist for the fic, the last song in the playlist if looped will lead right into Amoreena at the beginning and it works pretty well timing-wise if you like to listen while you read !!

from the beginning <3

All their bags were packed by Friday morning, Y/N and Amoreena waking up extra early with excitement for the weekend ahead of them, and they didn’t even know what was going to happen yet.

Y/N made sure everything was packed and ready for a 3rd time on Saturday morning, right before they left on the trip; making sure they had sunscreen and aloe vera, all her medicine and ginger ale by the pack for her random bouts of morning sickness that lasted all, day, long... And their dresses and his suit hanging behind the driver's seat, beside Amoreena, they all piled into Y/N’s car and took off down the road on their adventure.

Amoreena was awake for the first half of the 9-hour trip, singing like crazy as they drove through Washington, Baltimore, Philadelphia and New York, it was so amazing she couldn’t stop cheering the whole time. It was more than she’s ever seen before, even though they lived so close to New York, she’s never been through it before.

Once they arrived in Rhode Island, Spencer pulled over at the closest gas station to make sure the girls were all prepared and ready for the big surprise he had for them. They filled the car, used the restroom and bought some lemonade before getting back into the car, he turned in the driver's seat to see Amoreena and Y/N better, looking at their wide eyes memorizing the calmness in their faces before he told them.

He didn’t want them to freak out too much, he was worried about Y/N’s blood pressure and how loud she might scream and any stress that a situation like this could put on her body. He’s seen how people react to Taylor Swift, he just didn’t know how they would.

“Now, I'm only telling you so you don't freak out," he repeated the same worry she had when she broke the news of the baby, "I didn’t have to rent a place on the water because my friend lives up here, so we’re going to stay in her guest house,” he explained it simply.

“Rossi's wife?” Y/N asked, confused about who it could be and if she knew this woman yet.

“No, actually I think you might know her, her name is Taylor?”

“No,” she shakes her head furiously, “no, nope, there's no way you did this, Spencer Walter Reid I am not kidding I’m going to pass away if I see her.” She's holding both her hands in fists as she tries to stay calm, closing her eyes quickly before letting out a deep sigh.

“Taylor who?” Amoreena yells, undoing her seatbelt and standing between their seats, she almost jumps into his lap as she leans over and grabs a fistful of his shirt, “Taylor WHO?”

“Go get in your seat and I’ll show you,” he teases, watching her follow orders and get back in the seat as quickly as possible, shouting at him to drive the second he hears the seatbelt click again.

Y/N is completely speechless for the next 20 minutes of the drive, eyes wide and a hand on her stomach as she stares out the front window. She’s like a statue, not able to hear anything Amoreena is saying but that doesn't stop her from going on and on with her stories.

“Mom!” She’s finally able to break her out of the haze, “pass me your phone!”

“Yeah,” she doesn’t even question it, handing her the phone back to the antsy 7-year-old so she could continue her internal panic.

They see her house on the hill as they approach, “holy shit,” Y/N whispers as Amoreena turns on the last great American dynasty, knowing exactly where they were going.

Taylor asked for his licence plate number and car model when they were emailing, letting her gate guy know to let Spencer right in so he could keep it a secret. But they knew the house, there was no point in not telling them. Y/N looked a little relieved that he gave her the time to freak out alone and not as soon as they crested the hill.

Her driveway felt never-ending as they got closer and closer, Amoreena was still in disbelief as she squealed in the back seat, hands flailing as she tried to calm the excitement inside her body with her favourite stim.

Then Taylor walked out into the front yard and Y/N was a mess. Crying as she waved her hand in front of her face, not wanting to be a mess in front of Taylor fucking Swift, “I told you nothing crazy! How did you do this?”

“Yes, but I said 'define crazy’ and you didn’t,” he reminds her with a cheeky smile.

She shoves him, “I didn’t think you could do this?!”

Once they’re parked the door automatically unlocked, and as much as spencer hated that non-safety feature, he's glad Amoreena can get out quickly before she's screaming bloody murder. Amoreena is out the door and in Taylor’s arms faster than they’ve ever seen her move, she should be a track star. It almost knocks Taylor to the ground as she takes her in, holding the sweet little girl against her chest with the biggest smile on her face. Amoreena snuggles right into her, with a hand on her cheek and her other arm wrapped behind her neck. She couldn't be any closer to her, it was like she was her favourite relative who she hasn't seen in a while.

Amoreena is talking her ear off already by the time Spencer’s helping Y/N out of the car and walking her to Taylor, she’s holding his hand like she’s going to pass out or something, “and this is my mom Y/N and my dad Spencer but somehow you know him already,” Amoreena introduces her.

“Hi, Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you, Spencer's told me a lot about you.” Taylor’s sweet voice saying her name alone makes her stutter out a bunch of nonsense, not to mention the fact Spencer's been talking to Taylor fucking Swift about her.

Amoreena moves out of the way for Taylor to wrap her up in a hug, and Y/N cries harder than he’s ever seen on her shoulder, “thank you,” is all she can say, it’s frightening to Amoreena at first to see her mom cry like that but she knows her mom just loves Taylor like family.

What she doesn’t know is just how much Taylor saved her life. If she didn’t have someone to listen to, someone to take the pain and replace it with hope, she wouldn’t be here and by default neither would Amoreena. Spencer owed everything to Taylor swift at this point, she was a blessing in his life that he took for granted. Not realizing until that moment just how much she meant to him as well now.

“Sorry,” Y/N finally says as she pulls off her, “I’m pregnant, I can’t help it.”

Taylor’s hands fly right to her stomach, “holy crap, you never told me that she’s pregnant in your emails, oh my god!” She’s genuinely so happy for them, “how far along are you?”

“6 weeks on Sunday,” she smiles, feeling like herself again even though it’s incredibly strange to be telling Taylor before her parents even knew. “No one really knows, it’s all very new but when you know, you know… y’know?”

For a woman with an English language degree, she sure knew how to make a sentence, all of them laughing at the words she chose, but they understood.

“We should have used paper rings!” Amoreena yells, holding her hand over her eyes in disbelief as she shares her head with a sigh, she couldn’t believe she forgot that song existed.

It made Taylor laugh, scooping the little one up in her arms and starting the walk inside.

“Well come on in, I’ve got a big lunch spread ready for us and then we can go to the beach for the ceremony whenever you want this weekend, does that sound good?” Taylor is beyond excited to make new friends, much like Amoreena, they got along famously.

“Where are the cats? Do they live here or in LA or Nashville?” Amoreena changed the topic in the form of a yes and proving just how much she knew about Taylor.

“They’re here, Olivia and Benjamin will probably find us soon, Meredith isn’t very open to new friends now that she’s an old lady,” Taylor explained as she set Amoreena down in the entryway, bending down to be at her level and pointing off into the living room, “oh, see, there one is!”

Amoreena saw one of them laying on the floor under a sunny spot, running to it and petting it gently, “hi Benjamin, I loved you in the ME video,” she whispers as she pets him, making Taylor swoon.

“She’s amazing,” Taylor swooned, “I can’t wait to have one.”

“You should!” Y/N agreed, reaching to take Taylor's hand on impulse, and Taylor held it back with a smile, “oh that would be so wonderful, I can just imagine the beautiful stories you’ll create when you discover what it’s like to love someone how your mom loves you.”

Taylor’s smile was priceless, "that's the best way to think about it," she beamed at Y/N the way Spencer did, she had that effect on people. They followed her into the dining room, taking a seat near each other and digging into all the food Taylor made for them.

“Ah,” Amoreena said as she finally joined them, sitting on her knees on Taylors nice antique chairs. “Shark coochie,” she whispers the words to herself, not able to stop her mind from repeating it, but still not wanting Taylor to hear it in case it was inappropriate. She was incredibly well-mannered for someone who had a hard time reading social queues.

“It’s a hard word to say,” Taylor agreed, making her feel less awkward. Spencer may have told her about her autism in advance, wanting his little girl to be respected by everyone she met, for who she truly was, “my mom called it a coochie spread once, actually, she's going to be over tomorrow for father's day.”

"Yes! Oh, I love Andrea," Amoreena laughed at how cool this day was, smiling at Taylor the way she smiled at him that first morning at breakfast like she just found yet another person to love. “You’re so wonderful, Taylor.”

“Oh, thank you, you're pretty enchanting yourself,” she smiles, “I take it you’ve known about me for your whole life?”

“Yep,” she smiled, reaching for a chocolate-covered strawberry and taking a huge bite, covering her mouth before she continued, “I was born a month after Red came out, November thirteenth, it really is a lucky number now, mom says so at least.”

“It is!” Taylor agreed with a smile, “I have some markers, do you want to wear matching 13’s today?”

“Mom, can I colour on my hand?” She turns so fast Spencer thinks she’ll get whiplash.

“Yeah, go for it!” She agrees, spreading cream cheese on a croissant and layering tomatoes on top, definitely pregnant.

So Taylor gets a marker and both their left hands now have matching numbers. Amoreena asks to take a million photos, eventually just taking Y/N’s phone from her, permanently, to take photos of all her favourite things around the house.

She runs off with the cats at a certain point, giving Y/N a chance to thank Taylor without tiny ears listening in. “Can I get really emotional and tell you how much you mean to me or is that too weird for our first chat?”

“Not weird at all, knowing you’ve used my music to raise that beautiful child makes me love you just as much, I’d love to hear why you picked me, of all musicians, to show her how to love,” Taylor replies, as regal and kindly as humanly possible.

“My first fiancé, Stephen, he was actually like an angel and our first kiss was quite literally in the rain, but he passed away in 2010,” she explained it with a smile so Taylor knew it wasn’t a touchy subject anymore, “I bonded with Fearless in a way I can’t even describe to you, it’s my life, he was my superstar, and white horse, I mean come on, I can’t tell you how many times I cried to that after he died but it helped me not feel alone. I wouldn’t be who I am without Fearless, and then Speak Now was there for me when I needed a good cry, Last Kiss really broke me but it wasn’t until Lover came out that I realized I could find someone again, and it’s always just like you released things as I needed them like you were helping me through all the bad things,” she’s never even told Spencer all this, it was special to him that he got to give her this moment.

“When you re-released it with the vault songs, I met Spencer literally a month later. I cried my eyes out to you all over me, but That’s When makes me think of Spencer and now the whole album has a new memory in my heart that’s better. It's just like why you re-released it, to replace the bad things that happened that took all the happiness out of something you cared so much about." Y/N took a second to breathe, shaky as she got to the end of her rant that she seemed to have prepared in the 20 minutes before she had to talk to her.

"I love you, honestly. You’re my best friend and you didn’t even know me then, but you’ve held my hand through it all, so thank you,” she cried a little, holding her belly with one hand as she tried to hold the tears in.

Taylor was out of her chair and in Y/N’s arms within seconds, crying into her arms as she held her. She rubbed Y/N’s back as she cried too, “I’m so sorry that happened, but I’m glad I could be there.”

“Do you want to be this baby's godmother?” She asks on impulse without even asking Spencer if he’s okay with it, he was, it made him laugh.

“Eleonora Taylor Reid,” Spencer says from across the table, making them both turn to him with wide eyes.

“Yes,” Y/N agrees fast, “that's the name if it’s a girl, if it’s a boy he can be Taylor as well?”

“Holy shit,” Taylor smiled wide, “yes, I want to come to visit the farm and buy them baby gifts and throw you a baby shower! I inadvertently helped make them so it’s only fair.”

“Hopefully she gets your voice too, Y/N,” Spencer adds and Y/N shoots him a panicked glance, “it’s the Taylor legacy to be a good singer.”

“You can sing?” The question Y/N feared coming past Taylor's lovely vocal cords, almost on queue.

Y/N can't help but glare at spencer, he had too many tricks up his sleeve and she was at her limit.

“Yes,” Y/N finally answers, “I was going to go to theatre school, but I switched to become a Librarian, I’m not good with crowds or competition and that's basically what the industry depends on. I like the quiet, telling stories on paper is just as easy as singing it to a crowd.”

“That's fair,” Taylor agreed, “would you and Amoreena like to sing some song with me? I have my guitar or the piano? I’m not used to having new friends over without sharing at least 1 song with them. I’m sure you’ve seen my listening parties?” She was really trying to convince her to sing, Spencer knew why and what she had planned.

Amoreena came running in then, “I can play piano too, can we do the long live new year's day from the tour movie?” She rests her hands on Taylor's arm, looking up at her with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, come on,” she says taking Amoreena’s hand and rushing into the piano room. “Here, we’ll record it too,” she offered, setting her phone up on the music stand to capture the moment forever.

They sat side by side on the bench, Amoreena showing her how she could play the opening perfectly and surprising Spencer. He knew they had a piano at home, he’s just never seen her play it before.

“She has perfect pitch,” Y/N bragged, “she can play a song after hearing it once.”

“Really?” Spencer had no idea, unbelievably proud of her as he listened to her play.

She’s quietly playing the intro to Long Live as Taylor watches, joining in with the harmony of New Year's Day, “this one reminds me of my mom and dad.”

“Does it?” Taylor coo’s, smiling at her softly as Y/N tries not to cry beside Spencer.

“They’re the knight and the princess of our kingdom,” she explained before the two of them started singing the words together, like they always have, only Taylor was beside her and not just on the TV.

“I said remember this moment, in the back of my mind, the time we stood with our shaking hands, the crowds in the stands went wild,” Amoreena’s tiny voice lead-in, fearlessly as she played away.

“We were the Kings and the Queens, and they read off our names, the night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same... You held your head like a hero, on a history book page... It was the end of a decade, but the start of an age,” Spencer couldn’t help but cry as she sang with Taylor.

This was on the concert movie, he showed her after school, this song came on and she was silent, listening to the words as she stared at him and then back at the TV. Her mind was connecting little dots, making a story about her mom and dad being the king and the queen, it all made sense now.

“Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you, I was screaming long live, all the magic we made and bring on all the pretenders, I’m not afraid,

Long live all the mountains we moved, I had the time of my life, fighting dragons with you, I was screaming long live, that look on your face, and bring on all the pretenders, one day, we will be remembered,”

Their fingers moved in sync on the keys as they harmonized almost perfectly, she wasn’t kidding about Amoreena having perfect pitch. She knew all the words and sang them almost louder than Taylor.

“And hold on to spinning around, confetti, falls to the ground. May these memories break our fall…”

The piano changes, the cords softer as they move into a new song, smiling at her mom and dad like she knew something. She had no idea what happened the night of the fake wedding, just that they had a party without her.

“And hold on… To spinning around… Confetti… Falls to the ground…”

Spencer wraps his arms around Y/N then, resting his chin on her shoulder as they sway to the tune, she’s barely whispering the words beside him as she smiles as her baby.

“There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor, you and me from the night before, but… Don’t read the last page, but I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared and you're turning away. I want, your midnights, I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

Y/N’s hands rest on top of Spencer’s, she squeezes them three times, right before the next lyric.

“You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi, I can tell that it's gonna be a long road. I’ll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and you're crawling home,

Don't read the last page, but I stay, when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes. I want, your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

“Hold on, to the memories, they will hold on to you,” the two of them chanting along with Taylor in beautiful harmony, Spencer felt like he was in heaven among the angels, but for real this time. “And I will hold on to you…”

The piano is so soft, it’s just Amoreena’s fingers hitting them as Taylor goes silent, letting her take the lead with a soft smile, “Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh, I, could recognize anywhere. Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh, I, could recognize anywhere.”

They stop for just a moment for Amoreena to smile up at Taylor, just like the break in the concert, “I really do love you,” she reminds them all before playing again.

“We love you, too, sweet girl,” Taylor replies for them using the same nickname for her because it was the truth. She was the sweetest girl, that Amoreena.

“There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor. You and me forevermore, don't read the last page, but I stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes and I want, your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

“Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you,” the girls all chant together, swaying back and forth to the rhythm before taking different parts in the song like they’ve planned it before.

“And Long live,” Taylor takes the one song, while Amoreena takes the other.

Please don't ever become a stranger…

The walls we crashed through..

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere…

I had the time of my life

Please don't ever become a stranger…

With you…

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere…"

Amoreena plays the rest, smiling wide at the best day of her life. Meaning every single word she’s saying. “And Long live, the walls we crashed through. I had the time of my life… With you…” Amoreena ends with a few extra notes, making Taylor smile as she held her in a side hug.

She turns back to the piano then, starting to play Amoreena by Elton John. “No way..” Y/N gasps, before getting ready to sing along with all the confidence in the world, alongside Taylor Swift of all people.

“It’s just that; Lately, I've been thinking, how much I miss my lady, Amoreena's in the hayfield, brightening the daybreak,” Taylor changes some of the words, much to Y/N surprise.

“Livin’ like a lusty flower, runnin’ through the grass for hours, rollin’ through the hay, oooh, like a puppy child! And when it rains, the rain falls down… washing out the cattle town… and she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown… And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by when we would lean… Laughing, fit to burst, upon each other…”

Y/N turns to Spencer then, singing to him softly as she wraps her arms around him and sways her hips to the song, pressing against him like they were in the movie Dirty Dancing, something she’s always wanted to do, clearly, with the smile on her face as she sings.

“I can see you sittin’, eatin’, apples in the evenin’. Fruit juice, flowing slowly, slowly, slowly down the bronze of your body. Livin’, like a lusty flower, runnin’ through the grass for hours, rollin’ through the hay, oooh, like a puppy child.”

Amoreena’s voice was the loudest in the chorus, this was her song after all. She belted it out like it was made for her.

“And when it rains, the rain falls down! Washing out the cattle town! And she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown! And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by! When we would lean, laughing, fit to burst upon each other…”

Spencer knew the words as well, who didn’t? It was Elton John's best song. He hugged Y/N, snuggling into the crook of her neck as they twirled in Taylor Swift's living room, swaying with her, forgetting they weren’t alone for a moment.

“Oh, if only I could nestle, in the cradle of your cabin. My arm's around your shoulder, oh… The window wide and open, while the swallow and the sycamore, whoa! Are playing in the valley. Oh, I miss you, Amoreena, like the king bee misses honey!”

“And when it rains, the rain falls down! Washing out the cattle town! and she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown! And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by when we would lean! Laughing, fit to burst upon each other, oooh!”

Amoreena and Taylor playing the iconic piano solo together, Y/N can’t help but move in closer to watch over her little girls shoulders.

“Lately, I've been thinking… How much I miss my lady… Amoreena's in a cornfield, brightening the daybreak. Livin’, like a lusty flower! Runnin; through the grass for hours! Rollin’ through the hay, woah! Like a puppy, like a puppy, child…” Y/N’s voice loud enough to be on the recording Taylor was making as the song ended.

Taylor stopped it then, just as Y/N swore, “holy shit, that was the coolest thing that’s ever happened in my whole life.”

“Mom,” Amoreena looked at her like she broke the law or something, “you don’t swear in front of her…” she mumbled.

Taylor laughed, wrapping her up in another hug, “have you heard champagne problems? It’s okay for big kids to swear here,” she teased her.

They laughed like they were family like they’ve been there before and were always meant to return. Something just clicked with them, and without a doubt, they’d be returning. Taylor Swift of all people slipped right into their little life, filling the shoes of big sister, best friend and coolest aunt in the world all in one day.

It was the most perfect afternoon.

—

Just before the sunset, they all changed into their wedding attire. Meeting out on the beach for their small, extremely intimate wedding ceremony with miss Taylor Swift. Getting it out of the way so they could have the whole weekend for whatever Taylor had planned for them. She said she had a few surprises up her sleeve still.

They filled out all the paperwork required on Taylor's kitchen table beforehand, she had all the right documents from when she registered to ordain online. All they had to do was submit it at town hall and they’d be legally married.

But it didn’t matter to them, this was enough.

Taylor and Amoreena stood side by side at a homemade arch on the beachfront that Taylor owned, waiting patiently for Spencer and Y/N to walk down the fake aisle, hand in hand. They couldn’t stop smiling as they saw Amoreena at the end, a big smile on her face as she bounced with excitement.

They reached the end, turning to each other, Amoreena took Y/N’s bouquet, it was her duty as maid of honour and best man.

“Spencer and I have been emailing for 2 weeks about today, he’s been filling me in little by little about you both as he got to know you, I’ve really gotten to see his love for you in the form of letters,” Taylor described with a large smile on her face.

Y/N looks at him with an open mouth, shocked as she shakes her head in disbelief at him. “You’re kidding, is she who emailed you when we had lunch 2 weeks ago?”

Spencer nodded with another cheeky smile, “she emailed me as you told me not to plan anything too crazy.”

Y/N just laughed at the insanity, “sorry Taylor, please continue.”

“It’s okay,” she laughed along, “it’s actually kind of interesting how Amoreena picked long live and New Year’s Day to sing because from what I’ve learned about you both, the intermission poem from that tour really was written for you, somehow. Almost like by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance…”

Y/n’s eyed do that thing they always do when she’s remembering something she’s heard before, finding the exact filing cabinet in her mind and opening it. She finds the words.

“When she fell, she fell apart. Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated as a child with sidewalk chalk,” she starts the poem with a small nod, letting Taylor continue the monologue in the form of vows.

“When’s she crashed, her clothes disintegrated. And blew away with the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends, family and lovers. When she looked around her skin was spattered with ink. Forming the words of a thousand voices, echoes she heard even in her sleep: whatever you say, it is not right. Whatever you do, it is not enough. Your kindness is fake. Your pain is manipulative.”

Y/N hasn’t watched the concert recently, unlike Spencer. She didn’t realize how much it sounded like them. Spencer, however, spotted the coincidences the second he heard it that night with Amoreena. Telling Taylor, explaining in detail how Maeve and Stephen were their personal last kiss storylines, but they’ve found a lover in each other. Cheesy, but it was the best way he could describe it.

“When she lay there on the ground she dreamed of time machines and revenge. And a love that was really something. Not just the idea of something.”

She turned her attention to Spencer, replacing the pronouns to fit him for the next part, Y/N looked at him already knowing why, smiling as she made the connection in her mind.

“When he finally rose, he rose slowly. Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies. Wary of phone calls and promises, charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes.

When he stood, he stood with a desolate knowingness, waded out into the dark wild oceans up to his neck. Bathed in his brokenness. Said a prayer of gratitude, for each chink in the armour he never knew he needed.

Standing broad-shouldered next to him, was a love that was really something. Not just the idea of something.

When they turned to go home, they heard echoes of new words: may your heart remain breakable but never by the same hand twice. And even louder: without your past, you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance… here.”

“What she said,” Y/N says with a quick giggle, leaning in as she laughs, taking him down in a giggle fit with her.

Amoreena’s lightly tugging on Taylor’s dress then, “you have to say it, please you can’t not say it, I had this planned out before I even knew you’d beee here…” she whispers like Taylor has any clue what she’s talking about.

Y/N just starts to shake her head with a smile, “I think she means the speak now bridge,” she reminds her.

“Ahh,” she smiles, picking Amoreena up to be at eye level with them all, she sings. “I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold, your, pee-E-eeace,” she sings it exactly like it is on the album, almost as if she’s been practicing to release it again…

“There’s the silence there’s my last chance, I stand up with shaking hands all eyes, on me,” Amoreena lightly signs right back. “Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I’m only looking at you!”

Spencer laughs then too, smiling at his little girl living out the fantasy of a lifetime, seeing her mom dressed like a princess and marrying the broken knight with rusty armour, while Taylor Swift of all people holds her. Nothing about the life they had together felt real, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“I think it’s only fair if I get a say in who marries my mom because I’ve known her the longest,” she adds, “and I’m not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on this white veil occasion, but you happen to be the best dad in the whole world, so I think it’s cool that you love my mom.”

Y/N lets out a choked sob, she clearly had no idea that Amoreena was planning to say all that, but of course, she was. She knew all about every single Disney princess wedding, every fairytale ending and happily ever after, Taylor has helped her learn about love and vows and true feelings that cannot be stopped.

She knew what to say and she meant every word.

Spencer reaches out to take Amoreena from Taylor, holding her in his arms instead as Y/N snuggled in close to them, both his girls in his arms.

“I think it’s only fair I give some vows to you as well, I’m committing my whole life to this family, you should know how much that means I love you, too, Amoreena.” She snuggles in closer to his neck as she holds him back, Y/N’s head resting on his other shoulder.

“Till the day I die, I am going to be here for you: with unconditional love, with the best stories and the best morning cuddles. I don’t care if you pull me out of bed at 5 in the morning to feed the goats, or the chickens or just because you think the sun looks pretty and want me to see it too. I love you Amoreena, you’ve completed my life."

"Do you remember that day you asked me to be your dad?” his voice is so soft as he bumps her cheek with his nose.

She wipes her tears as she pulls away from his shoulder, overly emotional at the events of the day and extremely tired from the excitement she let out earlier. She nods softly, “I meant it.”

“I know honey,” he can’t help but start to cry a little as well, dropping his manly facade and being real with her. She deserved to see exactly what she meant to him, “I watched you pouring glitter glue all over that table, making the biggest mess ever, but it made me think… I had a hole in my heart for so many years, there was a part of me missing for so, so, so long, and then I found a little Eden by beautiful little kingdom, and the fairest lady in all the land took me in, and she patched up my broken heart with glitter glue.”

Amoreena tried to smile the tears away, sniffling as she tried to nod, “that's how I felt when you told me I could pick you to be my dad.”

Y/N was a sobbing mess, having to crouch down to her knees as she let it all out, steadying herself by holding onto Spencer’s leg like a child would at that height, “is she okay?” Amoreena worried.

“Your mom loves us so much, and the baby does too, so it’s making her a bit more emotional than normal,” he explains, wishing he could scoop Y/N up and hold her as well.

She wipes the tears from her face as she calms herself down and stands back up with help from Taylor, “thank you,” she manages to whisper to her with a smile.

She’s also been crying, watching the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. A family built on true love coming together, using her songs to form a bond that she’d never understand.

And she didn’t want to, some stories were best kept in families, to be sent down the line, generation after generation, to fall into the lap of someone like her one day and create a whole world with it.

“With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband, wife and daughter, the royal Reid family,” Taylor’s voice is soft as she plays along with Amoreena’s fantasy land, hushed to match the moment as Spencer leaned in to kiss Y/N.

Amoreena doesn’t cry out in disgust this time, instead, resting her head on her dad's shoulder as she watched them peck each other's lips gently. Watching a fairytale happy ending unfold in front of her very eyes, blessed to be the result of this happy union.

...

A/N: my anon is on now if anyone wants to come talk about the fic with me!! i love to share little hc's and things with you over here (also this was the original planned ending I wasn't going to continue past here but I'm probably going to write this for the next 10 years its too fun not to)

tag list: @shemarmooresfedora @spencers-dria @spookyspence @reidsfish @manuosorioh @mochionly @samuel-de-champagne-problems @jswessie187

[megthemewlingquim]

Hi!! Could I request 54 and 90 for the kinktober event please?? 😍😍

Crepuscular

Summary: You and Adam get very close.

Pairing: Adam x fem!virgin!Reader

Warnings: a self-conscious reader, loss of virginity, smut, no protection involved (guys, wrap it before you tap it! your partner probably is not a vampire.)

A/N: Adam is getting more love! This is my entry for Kinktober Day 26. Like I've said before, prompt 54 will not be written here, because it will be written on the last day of Kinktober.

I'm proud of this one.

You sigh, breathlessly, as Adam runs one of his hands over your arms. Another is up against your back, gently pulling you closer to him.

Twilight is coming. It's almost past your bedtime, but you don't mind. Not now.

Adam is somewhat of a silent lover, as he is a silent being. He makes no sounds, except little words of encouragement and praise.

His other hand comes to rest upon your thigh, and you tense, just a little. He can feel it, it seems, because he stops and he looks back up at you.

“What is it?” he asks softly. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“I wouldn’t know what wrong means,” you say with a small smile. “I’ve never done this before... with anyone.”

“You’ve never even... kissed anyone before?”

“No,” you say. “No one’s come onto the stage. You’re the first audition, Adam.”

He smiles at that. Ah, Adam and his arts.

“But you should know what wrong is... it’s anything you’re not comfortable with. Okay?”

You nod. “Yes. Thank you.”

“So... have I done anything wrong?”

Your eyes flick downward, and Adam’s eyes follow them. “Oh,” he says with realization. “Sorry.” He takes his hand off of you.

“It’s alright, Adam. It was just a little... unexpected, ‘s all.”

He pauses, looking deeply into your eyes with that little upward glance he has. It’s a hopeful one, a kind one, one that is asking for something.

“Would you ever want me to kiss you?”

“Yes,” you say, without hesitation.

“Can I now?”

You turn red, avoiding eye contact with him then. You stammer out, “It - it’s not that - that I - I - I don’t want -”

“Honey,” he mumbles, taking your hands in his. “Honey,” he says, his voice soft and sweet and gentle. “Honey... you trust me, don’t you?”

It’s a genuine question, you realize. He’s asking you this. It’s not rhetorical.

“Yes,” you say. “Yes. Absolutely.”

He looks relieved. “Then, what’s the matter? What’s got you so... so restricted? So pent up? So... so scared?”

It takes you a while to get the words out. “I feel so small,” you whisper. “How could you ever want that with me? I don’t... I don’t see it.”

Lord above, have you just heard Adam sigh with something other than annoyance?

“Sweetheart,” he mumbles. “C’mere...”

He pulls you to him again, ever so slowly locking your lips with his.

You’ll never forget how gentle Adam is, how absolutely tender he is with you. You shudder when you think of it: this being, this creature, this vampire... he’s kissing me, and he’s holding me close, and he’s not hurting me...

HIs lips are soft, achingly soft, and his breath is warm against them. “That’s it,” he whispers. “Good girl... thank you.

“I want to do something for you... can I...” He groans, but it’s almost silent. “Can I make love to you?”

“What?” you whisper, your heart pounding. You’re not afraid. Emotional, maybe, but not afraid. Never. Never with Adam.

“I want to show you,” he says, his eyes never leaving yours, “what it’s like. I want to show you how much I love you. And, well, if you know anything about me, words... aren’t my favorite option for this.

“If you’re ready,” he continues, “we can. But I won’t do anything if you don’t agree. If you’re not ready, I completely understand. But... someday... I would like to do this. Make your first time special. Loving. Adoring. Because, Christ knows you deserve it... holy shit, I love you...” His voice trails off.

“Adam...” you say, your voice a little louder. He looks at you.

“Please,” is all you say.

Adam seems incredibly large once his shirt is off. And you seem small, as small as a mouse, in nothing but your bra and underwear. It’ll take Adam so much time to even get those off of you and he knows it.

He’s not doing anything you don’t want him to do, though. It’s just taking time to warm up to him, to accept this notion from him. And he’s patient, he understands completely. He’s still gentle, infinitely tender, as he brings your shirt above your head and your pants off of your legs.

His touches are feather light, and they bring warmth and a little bit of roughness from the callouses on his fingers.

“A-A-Adam,” you stammer, when his hands come behind you to unclip your bra. He stops, looks at you. He sees that you’re not rejecting anything. He can tell... you want this, too.

He shushes you. “Baby... doin’ so well for me already. Don’t be afraid. Let me... let me take care of you, okay?”

When the bra comes off, there’s no stopping to admire you. Adam wants to, of course, but he wants to see all of you. He does, eventually. The panties come off, and then you’re bare.

You’re not completely shaved down there. By the look on Adam’s face, though, it seems like he doesn’t mind.

“Baby,” he asks, “for tonight, can you accept the notion that I think you’re fucking gorgeous?”

You nod, stunned.

He himself undresses, and now you’re the one staring.

We look so... natural. So... us. So human.

“What about...” you swallow. “What about protection?”

That little smile comes back. He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. “We don’t need it,” he says. “I can’t... I can’t procreate, darling, for a number of reasons. But the only reason we need to know right now is that it wouldn’t be able to get you pregnant. Okay?”

Although the thought is devastating to hear, you nod again. “Uh huh.”

"I'll just have to come inside you, then. Is that... is that okay? Can we do that?”

“Yes.”

He looks at you for a moment. “Do you want to be on your back, or your stomach?”

The images flash before your eyes. “Stomach,” you manage, trying to keep your eyes on his own and not his cock, which is... it’s hard. Oh.

“I thought you might say that...” he says. He begins to turn you over, making sure you’re comfortable in the mess of blankets and pillows that is his bed. “This means that you don’t have to think about my eyes on you. This means that I can just have you feel everything, okay? You need this. I want to do that for you, honey.”

You gulp, nodding furiously.

His blankets and covers are silky soft, and the bed itself is like a cloud. Adam likes his sleep, and he likes it best when he can drift off on a softer surface.

“Can I put a finger in you? I’ll go slow. This is just to see if you’re prepared.”

“Yes.”

So he does, and the stretch burns, but not as much as you thought it would.

A stray thought comes to you then. Maybe the tampons have helped me with this, just a little.

“Oh, you’re ready, alright. You doing okay?”

“Yeah,” you say, keeping your eyes on the corner of a pillow.

“Good. Can I put it in now?”

Neither of you have to clarify what it means. “Yes,” you say. “Please... go slow.”

You hear Adam hum, contentedly, behind you. “I will. No matter what happens here, may it be you accept it all and like it, or you panic and we stop... I’m okay with either, and I want you to know that you’re safe. I’d never hurt you, not intentionally. Okay? Never. I’d kill myself before I hurt you.”

“But that would hurt more,” you say, and you hear Adam suck in a fast inhale.

“God, I love you,” is all he says.

Then you feel his length pushing in you, and you have to bite your hand to keep from crying. Yes, the pain is there, and it is an ache that seems to tear you open, but it’s lessened by Adam’s slowness.

You whimper, a small sound of a frightened little thing, and he stops. “Honey?” he asks. “Hey... I’m here, okay? I know it hurts but it’ll be over soon. You’re doing so well for me.”

He asks if he can continue, and you tell him yes. Then he grabs your hand from behind, and locks your fingers together.

After a few more seconds of burn, he’s done, and you feel so full, so stretched, so... so old.

“I’m gonna start thrusting now, alright?” Adam’s voice sounds gritted, labored. Once he gets your okay, he starts to move. Slowly, ever so slowly, the pain inside of you fades, as does the fear.

You sigh, then. Adam recognizes it as a sigh of pleasure. “There we go,” he says, and he sounds elated. “That’s it, honey, good job.

“You’re so beautiful... how the fuck did I end up with a zombie like you?” he pants. “I’m so glad we can do this. Just feel it all, baby. Feel it...”

You do, you feel the burn that is quickly fading, you feel the deepness but the slowness of his thrusts, and in those thrusts, you can feel Adam there, his love.

You’ve never felt safer.

All the while, Adam gives you little praises. He’s a man of few words, but the words he does say here are sweet, kind, affirmative. “Good girl,” he breathes. “So beautiful... I love you, baby, you know that...”

It goes on, and as it does, your pleasure grows. 

You moan in the middle of it all, and he hums again. “There she is,” he says, and something about that makes you shiver. “Don’t hold it in.”

You continue to moan while he grunts with exertion.

You come, with his gentle, whispered encouragement, and the feeling is like a train pushing into you from behind. You feel yourself tightening around him, and you feel the warmth of your first real orgasm hitting you.

He comes after a few more seconds of that. His come warms you further.

For a while, you stay just like that. All Adam does different is lean down, and kiss your temple. “I’m so proud of you. Thank you. Do you feel better now?”

You smile. “Yeah. I love you, Adam... I love you so fucking much...”

And, though it seems like he’s said a thousand times already, he says it to you, too.

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

How does Flip deal with holiday stress that is barely getting started? Probably enjoys a rare extra day off from work this week.

@emeraldsiren20 HEY THERE BABE! I AM SO HAPPY YOU’RE BACK AROUND I MISSED YOU! I’m gonna do some HC’s for Flip and his holiday stress dealings! Hope you like them and I hope you have a relaxing Thanksgiving honey and are staying as healthy as possible! 🖤

- Flip deals with stress pretty well. After all, he’s in the highest stress situations being an undercover cop and all. 

- But holiday stress is his nemesis because of one thing... you. 

- It all starts November 1st, like fucking clockwork. 

- You wake up out of bed, throwing a robe on to go down and get breakfast started while he sleeps in a little more from getting home around 4 AM. 

- You’re happy to do the morning work because he spends his nights getting shot at while you are left to fold laundry. It’s only fair after all. 

- The second you glance at the calendar, the panic sets in... “Holy shit!” yelling as you hurry to get the coffee brewing, grabbing a pen and notepad to sit at the kitchen table to hurry and write down gift ideas for everyone under the sun you can possibly think of. 

- Flip pads downstairs after waking up to the fresh coffee, clad in some plaid PJ’s, and nothing else. Rubbing his eyes, as he steps down on the last wooden step to see you hunched over the table.

- “Honey?” he grumbles as he walks over to you, rubbing your tensed up shoulders, “Jesus Christ babe,” gripping the muscles to get you to relax, “What the hell’s got you so fuckin’ on edge?” 

- Looking up to his face, “It’s the 1st honey,” gesturing with the pen in hand as if he should know exactly what you’re talking about. 

- “And?” he gestures back, trying to get you to elaborate. 

- “Flip, the fuckin’ holidays are here! I have to prepare! We have the get your mom that Tupperware set she was eyeing at the store the other day, and I have to see what Patrice would want, Oh, and you need to see what Ron would like too! Shit, I have so much to do!” hunching back over your serial killer scribble notepad. 

- He chuckles, gripping your shoulders again, “baby, you don’t need to do all this now. It’s not worth it at all. Look at you!” kissing your forehead as he walks over to pour a fresh cup of black coffee. 

- “Oh my god!” slamming your hands on the tabletop. 

- “Mother fu- what?!” he jumps, spilling some coffee on his bare chest. 

- “Babe! What if we have to do Thanksgiving at the house? Is your mom expecting that since we’re married now?! Oh my fucking God I don’t have a turkey or fucking dining space or, or!” 

- “Y/N!” he sets his coffee down, putting both hands on the table, hunching over to meet your pretty face, “stop. Just, stop. Take a deep breath, and have some coffee with me.” 

- You try to protest but fail as he grabs your cup, refilling it as he moves into the living room to plop on the new couch you guys had bought together. 

- “Here,” rubbing your spot to which you sat slowly as he put his large arm around you and you melted into it like a kitten. 

- Taking a deep breath, he handed your cup to you as you both took a sip from them. 

- “This isn’t over Zimmerman, we still have to figure this all out,” whispering as you traced circles on his rising and falling pectorals. 

- “I know honey, I know,” he reached his other hand to pull your head to his lips, kissing your hair a few times before settling you back into him. 

- “I think I have another way of relieving the stress,” he spoke into your crown, smirking no doubt. 

- “I’ll race you upstairs, last one gets to be bottom!” he darted off the couch, climbing the steps two by two as you followed, knowing you always ended up on your back in the end. 

THINK WE ALL KNOW THE DOM WOULDN’T LET HIMSELF BE BOTTOM UNLESS IT WAS REVERSE COWGIRL STYLE! THANK YOU FOR THE ASK BABE I LOVE YOU!🖤

[yandere-sins]

Oh my goodness - no need to worry if part three lived up to the others, it did so and MORE in my opinion!! Watching reader’s mindset change with the introduction of sex to their circumstance is so sickeningly fascinating - the bargaining and denial, the attempts to claim agency or security, the heart-dropping realization and regret as they’re about to fuck osamu - and yet they press forward anyway because what else is there?? You portray the back and forth conflict of reader’s thoughts so well, it’s so easy to understand their reasoning and empathize with their horror (and other feelings... 👀) You make the deterioration of their will seem so reasonable, like the natural progression of things, and that’s almost as terrifying as the twins themselves here (by which I mean, your writing is so fucking good for making me think and feel this way holy shit)

God speaking of the twins, where to even start with osamu... I am a bit biased since he’s my favourite, but I love the way you’ve characterized him here. It’s such a natural extension of his personality into this unnatural scenario - the restraint applied to himself, the correction of his twin’s behaviour as a way to regulate his own, yet the undeniable fact that he’s just as hungry, that for all their dissimilarities they are no different when it comes to pursuing what they love. There’s just so much to examine in his behaviour and thought process - his distrust of reader coupled with how easily he ended up crumbling to them (and his own suppressed desires), how he hopes they’ll be the one to restrain him, how he recognizes the immorality of it all and tries to be responsible to mitigate the damage (and his guilt), yet refuses to truly fix any of it - he’s so contradictory and complicated and I love it. There’s something to be said for atsumu’s shameless embracing of sin, but I personally love seeing the struggle in osamu, how he’s also slowly breaking down like reader and giving in after being so careful for so long. His desperation and repressed feelings being released and shown so clearly was just... 🥺 too bad that’s exactly what reader doesn’t want LOL.

Oh but let’s not forget how incredibly hot the spicy bits were!! I don’t even know what to say, Osamu being contradictory again in prioritizing reader’s pleasure but ultimately just doing what he wants (actually, perhaps he wasn’t prioritizing them but just wanted to taste them?? Or a mix of both like how reader has so many competing motives-) the first stroke oh my god, the thickness and how he doesn’t wait... the fact that reader came two strokes in 🥵 the position change 🥵 the roughness 🥵 the fact that he ALSO CAME INSIDE SKDNSK- again, I’m satisfied cause he’s my favourite but I totally get why atsumu got all outraged LMAO. especially with Osamu being so smug about making reader come twice 😳

Okay but reader saying welcome home though 🥺 ugh the confliction... whether it was to deter more fights or just a post-orgasm fluke, I feel like these small signs of acceptance/affection are going to encourage and embolden the twins just as much as the sex. OH and I can’t believe I didn’t talk about this yet but OSAMU’S BLUSHES AND RESPONSE TO READER’S HUG WERE SO CUTE- the tickling and his smile when reader laughed!! And his smile again after they fucked 😭 if only you hadn’t kidnapped them samu, maybe this could have been a sweet romance. Alas, he did, and as cute as it is that he’s softened, it probably means his self-restraint is weakened too - all because of that small gesture of affection (and what followed ofc aha). what happens once the overseer is done with just watching, never acting...? Poor reader, please enjoy your peaceful nap while it lasts 💔

Gosh, this all feels like the tip of the wedge, like the three of them are on the edge about to spiral further down into each other - and honestly, I am enthralled by it!! You did such an amazing job with this fic and with this series overall. Ah, but rereading the author’s note- I’m sorry you weren’t in a good place before/while writing this :( I really hope things are better for you now, or that they will be soon. I truly appreciate all the work you’ve put into this, and the skill with which you did. Thank you so much, take care, and I hope you have an amazing day ❤️

Wow! You absolutely blew me away (also, someone please tell me how the fuck you guys are writing these long and formatted asks???????)!! Like honestly I woke up at night and saw someone sent an ask and I started reading and couldn’t go back to sleep because I was all giddy and happy, omg, you are really amazing! Thank you so much for your time and support to type this all out ♥

I am so relieved I was able to show the process of thinking and changing in the reader since that isn’t always easy for me to describe as a non-native speaker! In a way I know what I want to say but it comes out like toddler’s speech :’D I am really glad it was understandable and reasonable for you to read, that helps me a lot to estimate future projects ♥

Thank you for going so thoroughly into Osamu’s (and by continuation also Atsumu’s) character! I think personalization is a strong point I have and I just love thinking about how to take the traits (strong/weak points and fears and all of it) a character has and turn it into a yandere personality, so I try to really pull from their canon verse and use it for my stories for reasoning and actions they take!

And ooh, I see you read between the lines! Yes, the initial idea was that Osamu was just having a taste of them, since you know, he repressed his desires a lot and now he has the chance to get it all! However, writing from a reader’s pov is always connected with not being to clear on what is going on inside the character’s head! After all, reader isn’t a mindreader and thus wouldn’t exactly be able to know it. But I can hint and sprinkle some ideas in anyway, hoping you guys will pick up on them :D Good job! I will admit that having him creampie the reader is actually a plot mistake I made... I mean call it personal preference, I just like that kink, but I only realized I used it again when I reread the story in correction and was like “Oh shit, I forgot Atsumu was fetching the morning-after pill!!” but in the end I must say it works out well because, you know, Osamu was just taking the chance, since the reader is most likely taking the pill anyway so why not be bold? Lol! Pretty sure I can work on my smexy scenes a lot more, I often think they might be too unbalanced, but I am glad if you all can still enjoy them, even if there’s a lot of space for improvement! ^-^

I TOTALLY live for those two bickering with each other tho lol! I couldn’t resist Osamu being snarky there xD

But yeah, welcoming Atsumu back home is like a free ticket to hell. You can’t just give Atsumu a finger without him taking the whole hand if you know that idiom. He’ll totally cling to every little nice thing reader does to him and insist forever that he’s the favorite twin just because they did xyz. I do feel like with Yandere, it always could have been so wholesome, if not for the yan being a psychopath xD

But yessss, like I mentioned in the previous ask, even if there’s more content following around, these three are the foundations of the reader and the two twins in a relationship. And now that abrriers are broken it can only go down down down so to say xD Thank you so much for reading and your well-wishes! I am currently not in a good place mentally which is probably why I’ll take a small break from the Fox Wedding too because for the last two chapters I want to be ready and prepared. But I am glad this story could bring you joy, it really helped me too when I was feeling at my worst, and now your ask absolutely gave me a good push to not despair in my little depression! I really appreciate your support and the time you spent on reading & writing, thank you so much for being an awesome reader ♥ I aspire to provide much more content you’ll like in the future ^-^ Stay safe & well too, my friend ♥

[falst]

First date

[I am horrible at titles]

Antonio was nervous, to say the least. He was practically shaking.

He had gotten two tickets to the Cardinals game tomorrow, and rather than go with his brother like he usually would, he had decided this would be an absolutely wonderful time finally to ask Mike out on a date.

Juan wasn’t offended at all, in fact he was quite excited for Antonio, and relieved that he was finally making a goddamn move after crushing on this guy for over a year.

Antonio was sitting in his room, holding his phone up to his ear and praying that Mike would pick up the phone. 

Antonio’s heart skipped a beat when Mike did respond to the call and immediately said “Hey Nio! What’s up?”

Antonio took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming conversation.

“Heeeey Mike.. so uh- I got some tickets to the Cardinals game tomorrow and I uh- I was- I was wondering if you would like to join me.” He responded shakily. It was hard to get the words out, but hey! Antonio did it! Good on him.

Mike paused, which made Antonio’s anxiety double in a second. Had he upset Mike in some way? Or was Mike just pausing to think? The brief silence nearly killed Antonio, but Mike did respond. 

“Y- yeah. That would be- that would be great.” 

“Great. That’s- that’s great.”

There was silence between the two once again. Antonio didn’t know what the fuck to say, and Mike didn’t either.

Someone did eventually speak after about a minute of awkward silence, and it was Mike.

“So uhm- I don’t mean to make this weird or awkward or anything along those lines, but uh- is this like a uhm- a date type thing or...”

“I mean if you want it to be a date I certainly would not mind it in the slightest hehheh-” Antonio’s response ended with a nervous chuckle to drown out the massive levels of anxiety he was experiencing at the moment. It didn’t help that much.

“Well. That’s great. So, date tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Date tomorrow.”

Missouri sputtered out a quick “fantastic” before hanging up and screaming into the nearest pillow.

Holy shit that had just happened. Holy fucking shit he was going on a date with Antonio tomorrow. Wow. 

He was not expecting this to happen at all. Sure he was considering asking Antonio out before winter came, but Antonio had actually asked him out. 

“I can’t believe he did that.” Missouri muttered into the pillow before letting out another excited scream.

Oh god he had to tell someone. This was too exciting not to, and rambling to the cat would not do the trick.

Maine. Maine would be absolutely thrilled to hear about this.

Missouri called her and she immediately responded.

“Hi Miz! What’s up?” Maine began, her tone cheerful. Missouri took a deep breath.

“Nio and I are going on a date tomorrow.”

Maine spat out whatever drink she had been drinking. 

“You are? Oh my god- who asked who out? Where are you going? Gimme all the details!”

Missouri let out a chuckle and his preexisting smile widened.

“Okay okay okay so I was just existing in my living room, reading something and listening to music, y’know the- the usual when Nio calls me, which isn’t too out of the ordinary so I pick up and he asks me to go to the Cardinals game that’s happening tomorrow. And I obviously said yes and then after like- a minute of awkward silence I asked if it was like a date type thing and he said he wouldn’t mind if it was and now we’re going on a date tomorrow!”

Maine let out a little excited scream and Missouri could swear he heard someone yell “MAINE WHAT‘S THE TEA?” Sounded like Massachusetts. It was probably Massachusetts.

“Ooohhh my god that’s adorable! And exciting you’re finally going on a date with the guy you’ve been wanting to go on a date with for over a year!”

“I know!! I’m so excited.”

“I would be too! But Miz, please be careful. You don’t need your relationship to end up.. nasty.”

Missouri knew exactly who and what Maine was referring to, which honestly made him a little bummed. He knew Maine was just trying to keep him safe but Antonio was nothing like that awful, awful man. He didn’t want the two to be compared at all.

“It- it won’t Mai.”

There was a couple seconds of silence before Maine spoke up again.

“Well let’s not dwell on the negatives! I hope you two have a wonderful date tomorrow.”

“Thanks! I hope it goes well too.”

“No problem! I gotta go, Mass is paging me for something, bye Miz!”

“Bye.”

Maine hung up and Missouri sighed.

This was really happening. He was going on a date. With Antonio. 

He decided to go to bed early, and he slept very well. He had dreams about Antonio, which was… nice. It was very nice.

It was the afternoon of the day of the date now. Missouri was waiting for Antonio outside of Busch Stadium. He had put his hair up into a ponytail. Antonio had never seen Missouri in a ponytail before, so Missouri thought it would be a nice little surprise.

Missouri was caught off guard when Antonio gave him a hug out of nowhere. Missouri didn’t mind the hug, and once he processed what was going on, he happily hugged Antonio back. His face was noticeably warm, which meant he was probably blushing, but he didn’t mind.

Antonio pulled out of the hug after about thirty seconds and smiled at Missouri.

“Hi Mike! I see you put your hair up in a ponytail.”

“Hey Nio. And yeah! I did.”

“You should wear it like that more often, you look really cute.”

Missouri’s face went red.

“I uh- heh I might.” He cleared his throat, wanting to change the subject before he got more flustered.

“So.. how have you been?”

“I’m uh- I’m well. I’m excited, of course. I’ve been looking forward to this all day, y’know?”

“Yeah, I have been as well.”

Antonio let out a soft chuckle for no discernible reason.

“How have you been?” He asked.

“I uh- I’ve been doing great, I actually slept well for once in my goddamn life, which was… nice. It was nice.”

Antonio gasped dramatically.

“You?! Sleep well?!?! Impossible.” Antonio joked in a very clearly over-dramatic voice.

“I have betrayed the god of insomnia by actually sleeping well and not relying on caffeine to stay sane.”

“How dare you!”

The two of them broke out into laughter, and kept laughing for a bit before they calmed down. 

“So uh- why don’t we go in and take our seats?” Missouri asked.

“Yeah, let’s go in.”

The two had a wonderful date. There was flirty banter that left both men unreasonably flustered, the two had a joyous time discussing the game as it happened right before their eyes, they made jokes and generally enjoyed their time together. 

Missouri hadn’t felt so happy and carefree in years. All of the stress that had built up since his last romantic relationship just melted away in those many hours he spent with Antonio. 

Antonio was on a very similar boat. So much stress and anxiety had built up basically his entire life, but he was able to forget about it for one night. The night he spent with the man he truly loved. 

In the end the Cardinals won the game, and while both of them were happy about that, they were also sad because that meant the date was over. 

Missouri and Antonio left the stadium, talking and laughing and still having a good time. They ended up walking into an area where there weren’t many people.

Antonio sighed and looked at Missouri, smiling.

“Mike I- I really enjoyed tonight. Like- a lot. We should do this again.” 

Missouri nodded.

“Yeah! We should.”

Antonios smile widened.

“Mike I-” Antonio paused and glanced to the side, then hugged Missouri, burying his face in Missouri’s chest. Missouri returned the hug without giving it much thought.

“I love you. So, so much.” 

Antonio’s words came out as barely more than a whisper, but they hit Missouri hard. Missouri had ignored Antonio’s blatant feelings for reasons that he didn’t entirely know himself. But Antonio said it. Out loud. It made Missouri overjoyed to know for sure that the feeling was mutual.

“I love you too.”

Antonio moved his head from Missouri’s chest and looked up at him. The two made eye contact and realized how close their faces were. They stood there for a bit, hesitant to close the gap. 

In the end it was Antonio who kissed Missouri, after thinking something along the lines of “eh fuck it I’ll just kiss him”

Missouri was honestly a little taken aback, but elated. He closed his eyes and leaned forward a bit, kissing Antonio back with no hesitation. 

The two stayed like that for a while. They didn’t know how long they stood there in that secluded part of the city, embracing each other, lips locked, they just let it happen. Nothing else mattered. A gap these two gay idiots had both been wanting to be closed for quite a bit was , y’know closed and they didn’t want to change that or a second. They just stayed there.

[inforapound]

The Replacement - oneshot

A/N - thanks for the request anon. Warnings - fluff and smut - wow, writing a real person fic is really, really different. Never done that before. 

It had been the opportunity of a lifetime and for the first time since starting out in the crazy world of acting, I felt good; confident and proud. It was a new season and a new network; one that had been prepared to take Vikings in an even more graphic direction. The audience wanted flesh and I felt like I had delivered.

The season premier was about to air and with it, the love scene of all love scenes. It had been talked about all season, staring me opposite my gorgeous, talented, sweet co-star. Perhaps, I had a tiny crush….or a massive one if that is what a heart palpitating, light your body and soul on fire kind of an ache meant. Alex was different though. Not at all what I was expecting. He made me feel instantly at ease when I started; patient and professional which I was grateful for as I walked onto an established show, with a tight knit crew as a replacement for the actor who previously played Freydis. She was let go or had chosen to leave; I wasn’t exactly sure. I had heard various reports, but it didn’t matter to me, I was there, and she wasn't and everyone seemed pleased.

The producers were not even attempting to cookie cut me into Freydis’ role. It was a bold move but everything about this newly launched show was. I felt utterly spoiled as this was my first big character and they loved my look; so different from the previous actor; olive skinned, long dark hair that nearly touched my waist and they thought my small, 5 foot tall frame looked amazing next to Alex. In the end, there was no blonde wig as part of my costume.

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The door opened and Marco flashed a warm smile, passing me the beer right out of his hand. The others were already there and by the looks of the coffee table littered with empty shot glasses and bottles, the drinks had been flowing for a while.

Walking into the living room, I tried my best for Alex not to be the first person I looked at but I could feel his eyes on me, tracking me, so I glanced over and gave him my best version of a breezy smile.

Marco and Alex’s work flat was beautiful, and pretty limited for chairs so I took a seat, perching on the arm rest of the couch next to Marco and his girlfriend.

The show was starting, and all in the room cheered watching the opening credits and listening to the theme song which I was pleased they hadn’t changed. As it began, everyone quieted down, their eyes glued to the screen, mesmerized by the brutal and immediate opening battle. It was gory and ruthless, the fight choreography totally redesigned and everyone was both astonished and impressed at how well the effects had been done.

And then....the scene...queen Freydis, me, welcoming home her king, Alex. Instinctively, my eyes flitted over to him and he gave me a small smile, his eyes so bright that I had to look away. I had no basis for comparison but god, I thought we looked hot; the kissing alone was loaded with heat. Watching me straddle Alex on the screen as he pulled off my robe, exposing my backside and the side of my breasts, his hands running all over me, shit, I had to take a drink of my beer, fight the urge to look back over at him. Gee whistled and I nearly jumped, quickly adjusting my legs, trying to find a more comfortable position. If I was being honest with myself, I was trying to push away the fact that my skin was warming remembering the way our bodies felt together.

Glancing, again, over at Alex, his eyes were locked on the screen, watching Ivar’s, his, lips on my throat, his hands grabbing my ass and pulling me against him, my hips grinding down and all that separated us was some glued on privacy cloth.

Surprisingly, there had been few takes that day but when the final shot was called, I will never forget how my lips lingered just a second too long. Or, how he grabbed my thighs, holding me in place, eyeing me, silently asking, pleading, for me to wait before climbing off. Not obvious to anyone but us, he had a rock hard erection and didn’t feel like sharing it with the others on set.

It had been my first somewhat nude role and I wasn’t sure of protocol but I stayed in place, giving him a look of understanding, until he gently patted my leg.

The applause in the living room snapped me back to the present and when all eyes turned, landing on me, I stood and held out the skirt of my dress, giving a smile and a small curtsy. What else could I do?

Looking over, I caught Marco glancing at Ivar, who’s expression made my smile drop. He was not joining in on the fun, instead he took a swig of his beer and stared down, picking at the label on the bottle.

The show ended but no one moved, instead, everyone sat around, chatting and recounting memorable days, funny scenes and certain challenging shots. Lots of digs were directed at Peter and his fussiness about his French braid always staying just right.

Excusing myself, I headed into the hallway and grabbed my coat, digging my hand into the side pocket.

“Hey,” a voice came form behind and I spun around to find Alex standing close behind.

“Are you leaving already?”

“No,” I replied, holding up my lips gloss. “Just freshening up.”

“Ah,” he smiled one of his dazzling smiles. “I’ll get you another drink then.

The night progressed with some people heading home and others lounging on the couches or stretching out on the area rug around the table; talking, playing drinking games and others out right falling asleep.

Swiping on my phone, I tapped the cab company’s number, my other hand covering my yawn.

“Trying to sneak away again?”

“I wasn’t the first time, remember?” Smiling, I looked up to Alex standing in the door of the kitchen.

Shifting closer, he stopped, seemingly unsure of what to say.

“Tired,” I added, “it’s been a long few weeks.”

Nodding, he stepped closer. “It’s after 3 am, just stay. Here,” he held out his hand, “you can crash with me...in my room.”

“Umm, okay.”

Holy shit, a mixture of shyness and excitement shot through me.

It felt like thirty seconds later and we were lying on his bed, both on our sides with him behind. Neither of us were talking and the room felt... heavy, as if the thoughts spinning in our minds had created some tension.

“Can I cuddle you?“ he whispered as he inched toward my back, his broad chest pressing against me, his hand hovering over my hips, waiting for permission.

Saying nothing, I responded by pressing back against him, my ass pushing into his groin. Rushing out an exhale, he slipped his large hand around my waist squeezing me to his body.

”Alex?”

He froze, waiting for me to continue.

“Are you drunk?” I asked.

“No... why?”

“Just curious.”

He lay silent for a moment before quietly clearing his throat, “Is that why you think I asked you in here? Cause I’m liquor’d up and looking to...” his voice dropped off and his hand began to pull away from my waist but I grabbed it, holding it in place.

“Hey,” I whispered, “I was only asking. It’s just...we...”

“We, what?” he whispered back.

“We have another season together and I don’t want things... to be awkward.”

“You mean have regrets?”

“Yes, I know it’s cliche that the new girl has feelings for the star but, I just don’t want anything to get spoiled between us.

“What?” he rushed, “Can you turn around, please? I don’t want to talk to the back of your head.”

Shifting, I rolled toward him, his hand returning to my hip. His round beautiful eyes were staring right into mine and I was pleased the light from the street below was coming through the window, letting me see his face.

“You have feelings for me?” He asked in a low voice.

Biting my lower lip, I nodded and he closed his eyes, exhaling again, looking both pained and relieved.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, gently nudging him.

Opening his eyes, he leaned forward and pressed his perfect, soft lips to mine, holding them in place before pulling back and looking at me again.

“Fuck, nothing’s wrong. I’ve been thinking about you ever since you walked in on your first day.” He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, “then,”  he paused and kissed me a second time, his lips pushing mine apart, his tongue swirling inside, “then, when we shot that scene and I could finally kiss you, have my hands you, fuck,” he swore again. “That’s why I wanted everyone to come over tonight, so you would come. I had to see you, somehow tell you. Otherwise, we wouldn’t talk again for two months until work starts back up.”

Holy shit, was this real? Was I dreaming? Was Alex the Danish heart throb confessing feelings for me? Reaching forward, I slipped my hand under his arm and began rubbing his back.

“Tonight,” he continued, “I didn’t like everyone seeing your body. It sounds so stupid but...it kinda made me jealous.”

Oh my god! I felt like I was floating up to heaven on a cloud. He really was a sweetheart, the total opposite of the character he played; there was no possessiveness there, only uncertainty as if there might be a chance that I wouldn’t like him back. I had to show him.

I kissed him hard, passionately, stirring up something fierce in us both, something less sweet and more carnal. Heat bloomed between my legs, igniting my body, my skin screaming for more of his touch.

Legs entwined, I shifted closer, grinding my core against his thigh, making him groan into my mouth. His hand dropped to my bare legs and began sliding up the back of my thigh and under my loose dress. I whimpered, rocking my hips as he slipped his fingers below my panties, hissing as he felt how turned on I was.

Pulling back, he pressed his forehead to mine. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. But... I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want. Regardless if we stop right now, I want to be with you, like, for real.”

“Everyone at work will know. Will it make things weird?”

“Are you kidding? Everyone already knows,” he chuckled

“Really?” My mouth all but dropped; I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

“Yeah, I guess my game is weak.” He laughed again.

“I had no idea,” I shook my head.

“Great,” he grimaced, “I didn’t want to be a creep so I was just.. I don’t know...”

“Was nice?”

“Yeah,” he sighed.

“And sweet?” I kissed his cheek.

“I guess.”

“And sexy?” I couldn’t stop myself,  my mouth slammed back to his in a flurry of needy lips, hungry tongues and moans. My hips immediately started to grind against his bulge, chasing more friction as his fingers began to work my clit from behind, making me absolutely wild.

Within moments my dress was in a ball on the floor, my panties hanging off one foot and I was gazing down at a shirtless Alex as he lashed his eager tongue between my folds. Back nearly arching off the bed, I whimpered loudly, reaching down to his strong shoulders, his hand stretching up, squeezing and feeling my tits.

Grinding against his face, I startled as he bolted up right onto his knees, his eyes burning into mine. Ripping open a condom with his teeth, he quickly, hastily rolled it on.

“I can’t fucking wait anymore,” he rushed, dropping between my legs, his weight pushing me down. Sucking on my nipples, he slid his hand under my ass, pulling me up closer to him.

Feeling the tip of his hard cock prod my entrance, I let out a shaky breath and stared up into his gorgeous eyes.

“Hey,” he paused, bringing his lips to mine and giving me one more toe curling kiss.

“Are you mine?” he asked, his face sincere.

“Only yours,” I whispered making him close his eyes and melt down onto me, his face burrowing against my neck, his hard cock, at last, pushing inside.

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[msjr0119]

Sneak Peek Saturday

So because I’m usually very late doing these things, I thought I’d do a premature ‘Sneak Peek Sunday’ - it’s Sunday now somewhere in the world 😂

Tags- just tagging everyone, then if you wish tomorrow to do a SSS feel free.

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One shot

So the other day, @loveellamae actually made me late for work. Not purposely. I just easily get distracted- especially with the YouTube videos she sent me. It’s a video about pandas by Ozzy Man Reviews, if you haven’t watched it yet- you need to! But maybe go to the toilet prior right, Ella? 😂 Anyway I said, the pandas reminded me of Maxwell and the commentator reminded me of some things that Drake would say. So I decided to do a one shot on it.

Ramsford, 16.30 Saturday.

Oh look, it’s a Lord in his own private pool. I’m pretty jealous to be honest, but I have Jack keeping me company. We don’t get to live in this amount of luxury for free- us commoners. Look at him just splashing around, as if he’s some kid. He’s probably expecting for some Sheila’s to come around in the next hour before the infamous Beaumont Bash begins. He’s probably thinking about having pre drinks in there with them. Attempting to flirt with them all, but he’s a disaster waiting to happen. As am I probably. If it was Liam or Leo in that pool, they’d have all the women fighting to share with the Prince’s. It’s a good thing that Maxwell has confidence. Usually he would say “hello ladieeeees” - cringe. Oh wait a sec, he’s stuck on his back. Holy shit he’s drowning. Ah well. Fuck him.

“Drake. Drake. Oi, Buddy! Drake. Turn the bubbles off. I’m going under. Quit screwing around. Save me!” Maxwell was usually the overdramatic type of person, so Drake didn’t rush to rescue him. Instead he poured himself another whiskey, sat down- and decided to record Maxwell. Not feeling the slight bit of guilt, he found it highly amusing. Besides, there was a chance that he could become rich if he was to send the evidence to You’ve Been Framed. Shaking his head after these thoughts, he wouldn’t actually do that. But it was good evidence for any potential future revenge.

Just fucking roll over you moron. This is hilarious. To say he had a private education, there really is no brain functioning in there.

“Oh no, wait I can roll over. I’m rolling. I’m fine. I’m good. Phew. I need a bloody nap after that.”

And that ladies and gentlemen is Lord Maxwell Percival Beaumont- what an absolute dipshit.

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The American Adventure

Book: The Royal Romance (A/U for parts of the series)

Quotes: Some quotes are from the film “The Best of Me”

Pairings: Drake x Riley

Warnings: Swearing, smut 🍋

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“I told you that I couldn’t wait” Drake smiled softly towards her, before gulping. Knowing that she had waited for him to finish his swim. “Well?” Joining her on the edge of the jetty, he cupped her cheek- as his lips touched her, the kiss was slow. Tender. Standing up, he led her off of the jetty- and towards the edge of the lake. Laying down, he hovered over her- unable to remove the smile from his face. She was the most beautiful woman that he had laid eyes on. To him anyway.

“Are you sure about this?” Drake asked hesitantly. Tugging at his hair, she had never been more sure about anything. If she didn’t do this now with him, she may regret it for the rest of her life. Drake knew that they both craved for each other in secret- it was their first time for the two of them. It would be special.

“I’m sure, just kiss me....nobody is around.” Pulling his face, towards hers- they remained staring into each other’s eyes adorably. Knowing exactly what each other were thinking. They would both be heartbroken once this state of euphoria had ended. It is a summer fling. Unless somehow they could work a long distance relationship out. As their tongues intertwined, it was a matter of seconds before Drake took the plunge and slowly entered her. “Oh my god, Drake...” Gently he began thrusting in and out, making sure to not hurt her. Making sure that she was enjoying it as much as he was.

“I love you, Ri.” After only four weeks of knowing each other, he regretted saying those three words prematurely - assuming it was too early. But he knew and he had to inform her some way of how much he cared for her before they returned to Cordonia.

“I love you, too.”

“Ri, helllooo... is somebody in there?” Daniel asked concerned as he knocked his friend out of her trance by waving his hand in front of her face.

“Erm, yeah sorry. Has Carlos sorted the rota out for the week after next? He knows or should know that I need this week off because of.....”

“I know, don’t worry. We’ve sorted it between us all. You’ll have to let me know how the will reading goes tomorrow, babe.” Riley just nodded, it still hadn’t sunk in that she had lost another person in her life so tragically. Daniel ran into the back room, and provided her with a copy of the rota for the next few weeks.

“What’s up with you? You know you can talk to me about anything...”

“I’m going crazy. I think it’s due to the lack of sleep...” Pausing, she knew everything was in the past but she couldn’t help but think about all the what if’s. “You remember ten years ago at camp... you remember Drake, right?”

“Yes, Liam and Maxwell too. And the two snobby bitches who went through hell. How can I forget it? It was one of the best summer camps ever. Why do you ask?”

“As I said, I think I’m going crazy. As I arrived, I’m pretty sure I saw Drake. But it’s just my imagination....”

“Hold that thought, Natalie is ringing...” Helping herself to a drink, she knew that she shouldn’t- but she now knew her limits.

“For fuck sake. She’s running late again... Ri, could you just serve that bachelor party over there for me? I know that you’re not due to work but it would really help me if you could...”

“Sure, why not.” I would rather be here than stuck at home.

- - - -

“Hello gentlemen. I’ll be taking care of you for a short while this evening.”

“Waitress, steaks for the table. Fillet mignon, medium rare and prepared with a bearnaise sauce if that’s not too much to ask.”

“The closest thing we have to filet mignon is the deluxe burger.”

“Dare I ask for the wine list?” What a wanker, Jesus. It’s a dive bar. Just be nice and polite, Riley. Take their order then Natalie will hopefully be here to suffer with them.

“We’ll be fine with a bottle of whiskey and five deluxe burgers. Thank you.” The other man interrupted. Smiling towards the more polite man, she recognised those eyes. It’s just coincidence, she believed. Blue eyes are just blue eyes. They are all the same. “My names, Leo. This is Tariq. What is yours?”

“Five burgers? There’s only two of you?” Greedy bastards.

“Oh, our three friends are outside- reminiscing about the last time that they was here in the Big Apple. I think it was about ten or eleven years ago.”

“I see... I’ll put your order in. My names Riley by the way...” Leo offered her a warm smile, whilst Tariq grimaced at the surrounding- this place was well below his standard. Turning around, she was relieved when she saw Natalie bound through the back entrance.

“Riley, I’m so sorry. The traffic is a nightmare...”

“Riley?” Facing back towards the table, she believed that she was hallucinating at first. I’m not crazy. They are here. Why?

“Riley, damn. You’re still hot! You haven’t changed one bit.” Maxwell squeezed her so tight that she could barely breath.

“Lady Riley... it’s good to see you...” Liam laughed as he referred her to this. The common mistake he made all of those years ago- the prince charm was naturally installed into his mind, even when attempting to conceal his true identity. Kissing her on the cheek, he moved to the side so Drake was in full view of her.

“Riley...” Drake mouthed, unable to say her name mainly due to the shock about seeing her unexpectedly. Making a step forward, she panicked in that moment- not wanting to be close to him, not needing any excuse to jump back into his arms as she did all those years ago. Placing the pad into Natalie’s hand, she twiddled with the rings on her finger. Now, she was beyond nervous.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. Great to see you all, enjoy your vacation.”

“Anyone care to inform me about what the fuck is happening here?” Leo demanded, as the three of them watched her head towards the door- all wearing the same expression.

[astralkoo]

Beautifully Misfit

SERIES; Hybrid BTS

‣ Genre: fluff, smutt, hybrid au

‣ Word Count: 2.08k

‣ Pairing(s): skunk!Jimin x reader, puppy!Taehyung x reader, bunny!Jungkook x reader

‣ Warning(s): very strong language, lots and lots of f-bombs so beware of that, bit of angst if you squint real hard, nothin else for this chapter so enjoy ;)

‣ to be aware of: sub!jimin, switch!taehyung, switch!jungkook, dom!reader, some kinky ass future happenings, BDSM themes, some heavy angst, and triggering themes. 

Summary: you never really saw yourself as a hybrid person. that is, until your best friend introduces you to his hybrid, and you suddenly find yourself craving the companionship. you only intended to bring home one. somewhere between the lines you ended up with three beautifully misfit hybrids who craved nothing but your love.

part. i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi (coming soon)

A/N; this is my first post on here, so I’ll make this short… thanks for reading, I’m sorry, ily

Lonely.

It hit you all of a sudden.

You were lonely. For about four months, you’ve been living in you home, working as an editor for your aunt’s absurd gossip magazine, eating solitary meals, sleeping in your admittedly cold bed, and you were just now realizing how lonely you’ve been all this time.

This wasn’t completely out of the blue. You had been feeling a nagging sensation of emptiness in the pit of your stomach for a while now.

But it wasn’t until you had your best friend’s hybrid curled up in your lap, playing with your hair, and babbling about his love for food and pretty things that it settled in exactly what that feeling was.

“You know, you’re kind of cute. Your face is… decent, I suppose. But Namjoonie is much cuter and— oh my gosh you’re crying,” Jin squealed in surprise, shock lighting up on his features as an onslaught of tears suddenly poured from your eyes.

“Shoot, I’m s–sorry, Jin,” you softly cursed, gently pushing the angora hybrid off your lap as you jumped to your feet, hands feverishly working to dry your wet cheeks.

“Was it the cute comment? I mean, it’s true, but I wasn’t intending to hurt your feelings… didn’t realize you were that sensitive,” he grumbled, pouting at the fact that you’d just ruined the mood for him.

You quickly shook you head, “no– no it wasn’t that, I just— shit, I mean, fuck, excuse my language.”

“Y/n! How many times do I have to tell you to watch your profanity around Jin— holy shit, why are you crying?” Namjoon gasped in concern as he walked out of the kitchen before running to your aid. “Did Jin hurt your feelings? I’m so sorry he has no filter whatsoever and says thing without thinking and—”

“It wasn’t that, a Joonie,” you cut him off with a sniffle, “I just realized something.”

Namjoon stared at you for a moment with worried eyes, before turning to his hybrid. “Jinnie, you stay here for a moment, y/n and I need to have a quick talk, alright?” The angora rolled his eyes, not appreciating the secrecy but not arguing to Namjoon’s relief. He quickly guided you into the kitchen, urging you to take a seat while he made you a glass of water.

“What happened? What upset you? Was it really not Jinnie because I know that he can be—” your best friend in ten years began to ramble out questions.

Chuckling lightly, you shook you head. “No, Joon. I swear it wasn’t anything Jin said. He’s a sweetheart, really. A bit blunt, if anything but nothing extreme,” you reassured him with a soft smile. He nodded, eyes swirling with a mixture of relief and confusion.

“Then, what was it?”

You sighed, turning away from him. “I just… I realized how lonely I’ve been.”

Namjoon settled himself in the seat beside yours, gently placing his hand over yours in a comforting gesture. “What do you mean? Lonely how? You know you’ve always got me, and now Jinnie.”

“Of course I know that. And I am so lucky to have you in my life, seriously. You’re the best best friend a girl could as for… when your clumsy ass isn’t breaking my shit, that is.” He gasped dramatically, swatting at your arm, causing you to giggle quietly. “But, we can’t be around each other 24/7, you know? You have your life, your job, your responsibilities, and now your hybrid; and I have mine– minus the hybrid.”

“What’re you trying to say?” He asked, searching your eyes for further explanation.

“I– I just… I hate being alone all the time. Especially in that big house. I’m home all the time, the only places I go are your place and the grocery store when my fridge empties. That’s really sad, Joon,” you muttered, glancing at your intertwined fingers.

“You’re right… that’s really pathetic, y/n.” You laughed, lightly kicking his ankle to which he grinned and squeezed your hand, “but seriously, if you’re so lonely… why not find a boyfriend?”

You snorted loudly at that. “Me? Boyfriend? Please, let’s not get too crazy here, Joonie. Try to keep it realistic, yeah?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes heavily at your response, scoffing softly, “I’m serious, y/n! When’s the last time you even got laid?” His voice dropped to a whisper at the last word, knowing his impressionable hybrid with impeccable hearing was just the next room over. You gaped at him, taking that as your turn hit his arm.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant to my loneliness in the least,” you countered sharply despite the glowing blush making its way into your cheeks, glaring at him pointedly.

He smirked, cocking a brow. “That long, huh?”

You scowled at him stubbornly for a moment. “…yes. Fine. That long, you asshole.”

“Thought so~” he sang, sticking his tongue out, “why don’t you get out there then, huh? It could do you some good, relieve some of that tension.”

“Because, Joonie,” you groaned, slumping forward onto the countertop, face dropping into your folded arms, “that’s not what I want. I don’t want a stupid hook up with some random guy I met in a germ infested bar. That won’t solve my problem, I’m lonely not horny.”

“Same thing,” he shrugged.

You decided it best to just ignore him, continuing, “but I don’t want a boyfriend either. Every time in the past that I’ve had a boyfriend, they’ve only caused me more trouble then they were worth. Either they found someone they found more attractive and ditched me or found someone more interesting and ditched me. Not to mention, guys are just all around dipshits.”

Namjoon pouted, pointing at himself and waiting for some kind of exclusion.

“Besides you of course, Joonie, you’re an angel. I’m talking about straight dudes. They’re the real problem in this society,” you confirmed with an angry huff.

Namjoon raised your half empty glass, “I’ll drink to that.”

“All guys do is cause problems. They will in no way help to solve mine. So now… I don’t know… I just don’t want to be alone anymore,” you groaned, slapping your palms over your face in frustration, “maybe I should just get a bunch of dogs. Become a crazy dog lady. That’d be fun.”

Namjoon was quiet for a moment. “Or… maybe… you could get a hybrid.”

You choked on air, eyes bulging out of your head. “What? No! You’re crazy.” You immediately shot down the idea, shaking your head rapidly.

You? A hybrid owner? Yeah fucking right. You can barely take care of yourself, let alone an entire other human– er, hybrid being. Not to mention you’d be a terrible influence, with your drinking and cursing habits. No hybrid would stand a chance in your home. Owning a hybrid is essentially adopting a child with animalistic appendages and habits. It was really a two for one. Which also meant two times the responsibility.

Responsibility you were anything but prepared for.

“What’s so crazy about it? You’re great with Jin, you took a course on hybrids in college so you’re well informed, and they make amazing companions,” he informed, hands waving around in emphasis.

You shook your head. “No way. I’m not a hybrid person.”

“Says who?”

“Says me! I don’t know the first thing about hybrids, I only took that stupid course in the first place for the easy grade!” You retorted quickly, before a sudden thought occurred.

“Well, personally, I think—”

“Shit what time is it?”

He glanced down at his watch, “almost ten, why?”

You lurched out of the chair, quickly gathering up your belonging, “I’ve got an article deadline at twelve is why, fuck.”

Namjoon nodded with a quiet sigh, following as you scrambled to his front door. Like the gentleman he was, he opened the door, only to stop you half way out it with a hand on your shoulder. You turned back to him with raised brows and a questioning glint in your eyes.

“Just think about it, okay? For me? I hate seeing you like this.”

For the sake of his sanity, as he had a tendency to over worry, you agreed, “okay, Joon. I’ll think about it,” giving him a parting hug before darting to your car, grumbling under your breath, “when you start eating pussy.”

In other words, you definitely would not be reconsidering your decision.

Okay. So you were reconsidering.

It had been a day since you had dropped by Namjoon’s place. A day since he’d made that absolutely ludicrous suggestion, which gradually looking less and less ludicrous.

It was almost… appealing.

A hybrid companion… that would definitely make the house feel a lot less lonely.

You even wondered about what type you’d get. A dog, maybe. You’ve always had a soft spot for puppies, and you can’t help but coo and swoon whenever you see one on the street.

A cat, perhaps. Cats could be annoying, but they also knew when to step back and give you space, which would be nice. A lot less maintenance than dogs. But dogs were cuddly as hell and you’d enjoy having a cuddle buddy, that’s for sure.

Now, this is all circumstantial depending on the breed.

Hell, you were really bad at making important decisions.

“Shit, focus!” You cursed, smacking your cheeks harshly enough to make yourself groan as the skin tinted a hot red. You were supposed to be working on an article your aunt had just sent to you for editing.

But god damn the only thing on your mind was hybrids, hybrids, hybrids, and… what do you know— more hybrids!

“Fucking mother fucker fucking bitch can’t mind his own god damn son of a bitch business,” you growled under your breath as you slammed your laptop shut and yanked your phone out of the pocket of your baggy sweat (perk of working at home; you never have anyone to impress) and aggressively typing in Namjoon’s number before holding it up to your ear, muttering angrily to empty air. After the third ring, he finally picked up.

“Hey, Y/n, what’s--”

“Fuck you, Kim Namjoon. Fuck you to hell.”

“Up,” a short pause, “okay, I admit, was not expecting that response, but okay. Any particular reason you’re fucking me to hell?” 

“Hybrids.”

“Hybrids?”

“Yes, hybrids. I want a hybrid so fuck you.”

“Why fuck me if you’re the one that wants a hybrid?”

“Because you’re the one that put the idea of hybrids into my head in the first place,” you hissed in retaliation, slamming your fist down on your desk for emphasis.

He snorted loudly, “well, it wouldn’t be in your head if you didn’t want it a little bit in the first place. My suggestion just made you realize what was already a subconscious desire.” 

It was your turn to pause, lips pursing together as you thought it over. Fuck, you hated logic and reason, always ruining all your fun. “Fuck, you’re right. In that case, fuck me, too. In fact, fuck everything, the world is bullshit and this is not what I signed up for.” 

“When has the world ever been fair, babe,” he chuckled. 

Groaning loudly, you slumped back in your chair, dramatically throwing your arm over your face. “I don’t know what to do, Joon.”

“Do you really want a hybrid? They can be a lot of responsibility, but they really do make phenomenal companions, especially if you get the perfect one for you.” His words were somewhat consoling for your brain, which was currently going on overdrive. 

You pouted, tugging your knees up to your chest. “Do you think I could handle it?”

“I know you can handle it. You’re a lot more mature than you give yourself credit for. And even if it gets a bit overwhelming, I’ll always be there to help you out, you know that.”

You nodded to no one in particular, gnawing at your lip with furrowed brows, buried in your own thoughts, a back and forth battle going on in your brain. Do you really want this? A hybrid all your own. It would be nothing like going and visiting with Jin, you knew that much. It would be completely your responsibility, your companion, all yours. 

For some reason, that thought brought a ghost of a smile to your lips. 

Yours. That sounds surprisingly nice.

“Okay,” you murmured softly. 

“Okay?” He repeated.

“Okay... it looks like I’m adopting a hybrid.”

[irisrecs]

buzzfeed unsolved fanfiction recommendations

This is all Ryan/Shane— so don’t like, don’t read.

PSA: I am not in any way stating that Ryan and Shane from Buzzfeed Unsolved and Watcher are together, or that I want them to be together; this is for entertainment use only. I urge you to not contact them or @ them on twitter or instagram making comments about their relationship, as they are humans just like the rest of us. Some things are none of our business!

This is a masterlist of my favourite fanfictions in this fandom! Thanks to @gigaledom for cheering me on. Never thought I was going to do more RPF, but here I am.

Under 10k

and i’m puffing my chest, getting red in the face by pissedofsandwich- 6k, Teen

Summary: "Zack's going to be there?" Shane asks, masking his... whatever it is he's feeling in his chest, with nonchalance.

Ryan blinks. "Yes?"

Well, never mind dancing with the fucking sun. He’s Icarus, wings melted and falling face-first into the asphalt.

Or: Shane is definitely not at all jealous of how close Zack and Ryan are getting during the making of Sports Conspiracies. Except that he is.

My notes: They’re both so jealous of each other and so bad at communication. Thank goodness they have their friends to help them out! Really funny and entertaining!

lay your demons at the door by abovetheruins— 7k, Teen and Up

Summary: Ryan had been so careful. For months he had learned to train his face into a semblance of normalcy every time a spirit got too close or he was overwhelmed with some indiscernible emotion on location. He had learned to channel his fear into something more manageable, something entertaining enough for the cameras but not so severe that anyone would be able to tell he wasn’t just jumping at shadows or groaning floorboards anymore.

Shane wasn’t supposed to find out. He wasn't supposed to know.

My Notes: The Seer!Ryan AU that I wasn’t expecting to like so much. A lot of pining and caring! Shane with a lovely ending!

First Impressions by luxbuhree— 9k, Mature

Summary: The chance to work with and sit next to THE Shane Madej was one of the things Ryan was looking forward to, now that he's starting his first day in BuzzFeed. But while he was expecting a charming and friendly guy, he was instead met with someone who couldn't care any less.

Will the case of why Shane hates Ryan remain unsolved?

My notes: In which Shane is really bad at feelings and Ryan has the hots for a certain person who pins him against walls. Awesome ending.

a short history of almost something by cooliohoolio— 6k, No Warnings

Summary: "I think I'll wait another year."

Shane's in love with Ryan, and will get around to telling him. One of these days.

My notes: A lovely short high school! AU with mutual pining. They’re best friends ahhh

only happy accidents by barnes— 8k, Explicit

Summary: In hindsight, Shane is too old to have thought that friends with benefits was something that the two of them would be able to pull off. He’s had friends with benefits before that worked beautifully, but they were not with people whose jobs were tied up in his own, whose friendships were as closely interwoven into Shane’s everyday life as Ryan’s is. He’d thought these were the very things that could keep it from getting weird, because they were such good buddies, Ryan would be solidly cemented as his pal that nothing could shift him.

This was a miscalculation, on Shane’s part.

My Notes: I’m not usually a fan of friends with benefits to lovers, but this had so much mutual pining and fluff that I enjoyed it so much! A must-read.

Gurl, Imma Marry You (ryan is a mess) by orphan_account— 2k, General Audiences

Summary: Ryan is perpetually doing dumb things. Starting a ghost show? Dumb. Going to demon houses? Dumb. Talking to ghosts? Dumb.

But those are all new dumb things. Ryan's known he wants to marry Shane forever. That is an incredibly old dumb thing.

My notes: Really cute and fluffy and I love it so much. It’s a kind of read-to-make-yourself-feel-better kind of fic!

Por Favor, Sweetheart by carrieonfighting— 8k, Teen and Up

Summary: Two dorks raise a baby and don't even realise they're doing it together until it's too late

Alternatively, Ryan Bergara is Trying His Best Thanks

My notes: Normally not a raising-a-child-fic person, but holy smokes this was written so well and the fluff! the domesticity i-

Pushing All Your Buttons by beethechange— 9k, Explicit

Summary: Ryan and Shane get stuck in an elevator at Buzzfeed HQ. There is tension. They relieve the tension. That’s it, that’s the fic.

My notes: I was literally able to see the tension floating off my laptop in front of my face, it was so palpable.

Under 20k

like you want to be loved by poetdameron— 16k, Teen and Up

Summary: "Settle down with me", Shane says without thinking and as Ryan looks at him with wide open eyes, all he can think of it's how many of Ryan's secrets he knows, how Ryan likes his coffee, and the fact that he has loved him since the moment Ryan first looked up at him and smiled.

My notes: The PINING and CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT and ANGST my god. Really well written and lovely happy ending.

ships that pass in the night by beethechange— 20k, Explicit

Summary: The more Ryan thinks about it, the more he thinks he just needs to return the favor, that’s all. And then it’ll be done, like it was meant to be done weeks ago, and they can both move on for real.

It’s not that he wants to. It’s that he won’t be able to stop thinking about it until he evens the score. He has to restore balance to the Force or order to the universe, or—or whatever. It’s a karma thing.

“I think you have to let me jerk you off,” Ryan tells Shane one night. They’re working late, alone in the Watcher office, one of many such late nights these days.

“Wh—here?” Shane asks. He looks around, baffled, like he’ll have been magically transported somewhere else. “Have to?” And then: “Let you?”

My notes: haha what if I dare you to jerk me off dude haha don’t be a chicken

Do you not know how love works? by leylines— 12k, No Rating

Summary: “Fuck you, man,” Ryan growled, rubbing his tailbone where he landed on when he fell down just moments ago.

“I’m pretty sure that’s what Devon already thinks we’re doing,” Shane said cheerfully, not at all sounding bothered by the thought.

“Oh shut up, dude.”

My notes: One of my favourite things in this cold, dark universe is when two characters are dating but they don’t know it but everyone else does. This is so hilarious and warms my dead heart

Full-Court Press by beethechange— 12k, Explicit

Summary: To be clear, these are not tactics Ryan would recommend. Being an athleisure-obsessed pervert, and lying, and clothes-sabotage: these are not things he’s proud of.

But they have undeniably worked.

Shane’s standing next to him in the hotel lobby while Devon checks them all out of their rooms, and he's wearing a sleeveless purple Lakers jersey and the world’s softest, clingiest sweatpants. It’s so exactly as Ryan pictured it, so precisely in line with his fantasies, that he has to pinch himself.

My notes: Really hot and funny and p i n i n g

may your days be merry and bright by bodhirookes— 19k, General Audiences

Summary: “Your turn, Ry Ry.”

Ryan looks down to find only one piece of paper remaining. “Wow, so much selection to choose from.”

“No time for your negativity, Scrooge. Your Secret Santa deserves a better attitude.”

Ryan sticks his tongue out, but takes the slip of paper. He’s loudly yelling Give me Jen, please please please give me Jen as he unfolds it, but he’s too busy begging for her to be truly prepared for what he ends up getting:

A simple but damning SHANE in Andrew’s scribbly handwriting.

Or, Ryan gets Shane for Secret Santa and has a subsequent breakdown about what to get him

Notes: This is so sweet and cute and I would die for both of them. A lovely classic christmas fic!

want you in my room by beethechange— 13k, Explicit

Summary: As they watch, Tall Guy takes his beanie off, revealing a mess of thick, shiny brown hair. He runs his hand through it to shake out the hat hair and Ryan feels like he’s stuck in an Herbal Essences commercial, except he’s the one making inappropriate lustful noises.

Ryan adjusts his snapback, determined. He is, after all, wearing his very finest basketball shorts, without even a single hole at the hem, and the knowledge puts an extra spring in his step.

“I’m gonna climb that dude like a tree,” he tells Curly.

My notes: Just really dumb, cute pining in a wonderful frat boy/nerd college AU!

Long boys

Muscles Better and Nerves More by beethechange— 26k, Explicit

Summary: “I’m serious,” Ryan says. “Don’t go fucking up my body. I want that shit back in the same condition I left it.”

“The same condition—Ryan. I’m not spending hours in a gym every day so you don’t lose muscle mass.”

“I want you to treat my body with the respect you would a national park. Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but memories.”

***

A certain meddling Voodoo Queen of New Orleans thinks Ryan and Shane need some new perspective on life. After an inadvisable ritual deposits Ryan in Shane’s body, and Shane in Ryan’s, the ghoulboys pursue some soul-searching and self-discovery to put things right. Sometimes in a sexy way.

My notes: This is so sexy and in character! A freaky friday kinda scenario where they only switch back when they pull their figurative heads out of their asses. So wonderful.

Dreams to be daring for by allonsy_gabriel— 24k, General Audiences

Summary: On May 11, 2018, Eleanora Rose Austin was born in Chicago, Illinois.

On May 20, 2018, Shane Alexander Madej agreed to act as the godfather to his best friend from college's daughter.

On October 26, 2018, Olivia and Michael Austin were victims of a mugging gone sideways.

On October 29, 2018, Shane Madej found himself in the possession of one real, actual, human child.

My notes: Accidental Baby Acquisition is now my favourite trope because of this fic. The fact that they’re already acting like a couple with the baby before they actually become one is sooo beautiful,,, give it a read im begging you

Fifty Shades of Gold by beethechange— 21k, Explicit

Summary: Shane tires of doing the same bits over and over. He tires of telling the same stories until they all, him and Ryan and the fans, have every beat memorized. Whenever Ryan pulls out his Ricky Goldsworth impression, ah yes, that old chestnut, Shane plays along only begrudgingly. He’s bored.

That’s his official position: he’s over Ricky Goldsworth.

Shane’s unofficial position, regrettably, is that he’d rather be under Ricky Goldsworth.

My notes: Shane’s got the hots for Ricky Goldsworth and that’s the TEA. Lots of sexual tension and cute and unsure! Ryan!

Precious metals by StrikerEureka— 73k, Mature

Summary: Ryan and Shane have been moving around something that is coming to a head between them. After a car accident, on the way to an investigation, Ryan slowly starts to become suspicious that Shane might not be what he seems. He realizes, though, that he just might not care.

Shane sits forward suddenly. “Hey, pull over up here.”

Ryan follows the instruction without questioning it, which probably says something about either his willingness to listen to Shane or his sanity. Maybe both; they go hand in hand. He puts on his blinker, even though they haven’t seen another car in a couple of minutes, and pulls off onto the shoulder.

“Are you gonna puke or something?” he asks, putting the car into park, as Shane takes off his seatbelt with one hand and tugs off his Ray Bans with the other.

“You better hope not,” he murmurs as he leans over the center console and kisses Ryan solidly on the mouth.

My notes: My favourite Demon!Shane AU ever! Really sweet and loads of tension and pining... must-read.

darling it’s a faded notion by varnes— 28k, Explicit

Summary: The sun is too bright and Ryan’s whole body is alight with something that is eating him all the way up from the inside out, but he keeps his eyes open and he makes himself look, and he tells himself that once he finds Shane, he’ll think about it. Once he finds Shane, they’ll make a plan. Once he finds Shane, and only then, he’ll let himself have the thought he’s been swallowing down like bile since he came to: that they didn’t fall.

They were pushed.

OR: Ryan and Shane get cursed by a ghost, and now they can't be not-touching. It's ... not great.

My notes: They get cursed and have to be touching all the time!! and they’re pining so hard y’all like what more could one want

Bed-warm Hands and the Ghost of Elvis by MiraclesofPaul— 21k, Teen and Up

Summary: They get used to sharing a bed while filming the show. Ryan's just trying not to let his feelings get in the way.

So Ryan tells himself he’s going to ride out whatever it is they’ve fallen into, but he’ll bow out gracefully when the time comes. He can just enjoy the now.

My notes: They share a bed!!! And their hearts!! so much lack of communication, it’s wonderful

Hope that someone will enjoy these fics that I did so very much! If you want more buzzfeed unsolved fics let me know because i’ve read sooo much fanfiction...

—Iris

[stevenuniversetanzanite]

Someone Must Get Hurt (Cordelia x Reader (Part 2))

This is set during around and through coven so she’s still Cordelia Foxx technically.

Summary: Reader joins Miss Robichaux’s swearing she would keep her main power to her grave. She doesn’t expect to fall for the Headmistress.

Note: This story was inspired by my vague memory of the soul eater in the x files episode the gift. Subconsciously also inspired by a great fanfic which I will insert the link as soon as I find it.

I’m not American so any odd spelling, phrases or inaccuracies. I apologies for in advance. This is my first Cordelia x reader.

Part 1,  Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Cordelia’s mother forced all the students to go to some holy place that our order. They never made it to the fountain because Nan walked off. None of the students were invested in seeing some holy water feature, so a free tour of some famous racist woman’s house that was cooler than outside didn’t seem to bad. If your going to stay in New Orleans for a while might as well know the culture behind it even if it’s disgusting to hear about.

 Walking back to the school, you lagged behind hearing a boy crying out for his mother. You slipped away from the group scoping around for the child. People were passing him paying the boy any mind. You crouched down to the boy who was clutching his arm close to his body.

 “Are you alright?” Of course, he isn’t, why would you ask that? you thought. “Where’s your mother?” The boy shrugged. “Can I see your arm?” As you suspected, it was broken. You looked around for someone who looked like they could be his parent. Your attention when back to the wailing boy. “Shh~ It’ll be okay,” you weren’t sure you should do it. How were you going to explain your mysteriously broken arm? The child looked so broken and he doesn’t have his mother to help him. Screw it. “I can help you with your arm.”

 You rest both your hands on his wrist. He flinched. You closed your eyes, focusing on the wound on his hand and wishing it away. You knew you alleviated the pain from him when your arm aches. You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. “Thank you,” the boy pulled into a hug, squeezing the living daylights out of you. “You’re a superhero.” you chuckled.

 “Now let’s find your mother.” 

 You stumbled into the school half an hour later, welcomed by the sound of the Headmistress shouting at her mother. You shut the door quietly wanting no one to catch you sneaking back in. You had no idea what that’s about, but you wanted no part of it. Your bed sounds wonderful right now. Wrapped up in a blanket watching some YouTube sounded good.

 “She’s back,” Nan notified them.

 You cursed under your breath preparing yourself for the wrath. The clomping of high heels approached you. You froze as the younger blonde rushed over to you to make sure you were okay.

 "Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?" 

 You giggled out in response to her checking over you.

 Her mother at the end of the hall with the other girls crowded behind her eavesdropping. Fiona was unenthused but it didn’t appear to be directed at you.

 "Jesus Christ, Cordelia," Fiona said. "She's not a child. She can take care of yourself."

 "It is my responsibility to look after these girls. Yes, she may not be a child but that doesn’t mean she should be left alone. She doesn’t the people or her way around. What if she went to the other side of town?”

 “She’d be fine,” Fiona said. “She knows more than she lets on.” Oh god, what does she know? "So why did you sneak off?" You can’t leave it at that, you thought. How else am I meant to figure out what you know?

 “A kid lost his mother; I was just trying to help. I’m sorry I caused so much concern.” That last part was for Cordelia. No one else cared about your absence.

 “Of course, you go missing doing something boring,” Madison said. 

 “Was the kid returned?” Cordelia asked.

 “Yes.” Cordelia smiled pleased with what you did. "The woman gave me her business card." The woman looked less happy at that but tried to hide it. "She owns a florist in town. She said if I ever needed flowers for something, she would make me an offer I couldn't refuse. Anyway, everything turned out fine, I'm back at the school unharmed. Now what's for lunch.” You say as a distraction to spot Cordelia from checking you over, you couldn't let her find out about your arm. Cordelia nudged you in the direction of the other girls. She wanted to talk to her mother some more. 

 Later that day, you were in the greenhouse snooping through the books for pain relief. You had found one on natural medicine. Ibuprofen wasn’t strong enough to kill the pain of your now bruising arm. The book was poorly written leading you to believe it was terribly translated to English. You always had a fascination with herbal medicine but had never had the chance to give it a go until you moved here. You found on for a potion that could be stored up to year after making it. It could be convenient to have some around for when the pain came back- that’s if it works in the first place. 

 You began to collect the ingredients when you heard your name. You were too jumpy for your own good. It didn’t help that you had gotten so involved in what you were doing.

 “Shit Delia, you scared me.” Delia? You’ve never called her that aloud before. That’s one of those things that’s meant to stay in your head. She barely knows you. You can’t go calling people by nicknames. You’re not Madison. 

 Being so in your own brain, you didn’t notice her freeze in place after calling her the shorten name.

 “You could say it was payback for earlier.” Cordelia said after a second closing the door behind her. You were in a room alone with her alone. Oh god, what do you do? How do you act normal? She’ll notice something is up for sure. “I didn’t expect you to be here.”

 You stared at her blankly. An awkward silence fell among the two of you. “Yeah,” You said still making direct eye contact.

 “Do you want me to go?” she asked. 

 “No!” you squeaked. You leant forward to try and stop her, but you tripped over a pot plant. Great. Just great. She wasn’t close to you, why did you try and stop her. She appeared next to you. You couldn’t tell if she teleported or if you spaced out long enough for her to get there. Time was slipping away from you.

 “Good because I didn’t really want to,” she admitted. “You’ve been here for almost a year and I know nothing about you.” She offered to help you, but you declined. Instead you picked up your freshly picked leaves and headed over to wash them off.

 “There’s not much to know.” You turned your attention to the plant you got the leaves from; you didn’t have enough if you were making twice the batch.

 If you didn’t look at her, maybe you could get through this. 

 “Don’t say that,” she said. “I’m sure there’s more to you.”

 “Thanks?”

 She grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look at her.

 BOUNDARIES. BOUNDARIES. Your mind screamed, but you didn’t mind. All you had to do was lean in, she was so close. You were probably a blushing mess; thank god the others aren’t seeing this. She’s so much prettier up close. Her lips were probably soft and tasted like Chapstick. You bet you could run your hand through her hair and for it to be tangle-free. It wouldn’t stay that way for long if she was yours. There was so much you would love to do to her, but she’s your teacher and married!

 “Y/N?”

 “Hmm~” You shook yourself out of your thoughts and out of her grip. You cleared your throat. “Sorry.”

 “No need to apologise, sweetheart,” Sweetheart? Why did she call you sweetheart? “What are you making?” You nod your head towards the book on the workbench. “A pain reliever?” Her tone conveyed worry. “Did you get hurt? I swear if you lied earlier I-” She would go nothing and you both knew it. The worst that would happen is she would scold you and then she would fawn over you. Has she done that to anyone else? You couldn’t recall.

  To ease her concern you fabricated a lie, “I thought about having a natural alternative to the pills inside.” You took your collection ingredients to the workbench and started to prepare them. “They never seem to work on me,” the last part was muttered but Cordelia heard. “Do we have ginger?”

 “I have half of one from this morning or would you prefer a fresher one?”

 “Half should be fine.”

 “What do you need done to it?”

 “Diced.” Going back to the recipe you scanned the method, “Is this going to be chunky? Eww.” Cordelia laughed. She pulled out a knife and started to chop the ginger. “You don’t have to, I can-”

 “I’d like to.”

 She made you scoot over so she could sit on the wooden crate turned highchair. You didn’t want to stand the whole time, so you made do with the materials around. Your shoulders were pressed up against each other. You were glad she was on your left if she touched your right one your true incentive for doing this would be revealed. She helped you prepare the rest of the ingredients while you tried to work as best as you could with your left hand leaving the other rested on the book.  You led her through what to do as you had the book and she had never made this one. She helped you set up a beaker to cook it in. You joked saying you expected her to pull out a cauldron or something. As time went on, you grew more relaxed in her presence. 

 “How do we know if it works?” You asked. 

 “Someone will have to try it.”

 “Well, bottoms up,” you downed a serving of the potion. There was too much ginger for your liking. You waited a minute for it to kick in. Your arm began to feel numb. You hummed as you re-read the book. You landed on some fine print at under a picture. Cordelia was eager for a response. “I think tingly,” you cringed at your word choice. “Oh~ They shouldn’t have put that in the fine print.”

 “What?”

 “You’re meant to strain and say the chant in reverse, otherwise it becomes a numbing agent. How the fuck does that work?” Cordelia shrugged. “Still useful though. Do you have anything to bottle this up in?”

 The two of you bottled the concoction and placed them aside.

 “I had a lot of fun doing that with you, would you consider taking lessons on this if I offered?”

 “I don’t think the other girls would enjoy it.”

“I was thinking more on the lines of one on one.”

 “Sure. Make it a date.”

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Empress Theresa, Chapters 21-28. IT’S FINALLY OVER.

Disclaimer: If you haven’t read the previous review, you can find it here (chapters 11-20). This will contain spoilers. 

Well, the ending is finally here and holy fuck this book went off the rails. I only have one reaction to the ending of it and that’s just what the fuck. Just… What The Fuck Norman whatever the fuck you were on when you wrote the end of this book must have been some powerful shit because holy fuck. Let’s just get started and maybe you’ll see what I mean. These chapters are also completely nonsensical in how they’re put together and just so much information is shoved into them that it can get confusing. I’ll do my best to keep it clear. Chapter 21 The boat that was driven into the Exxon Maria was deemed as a terrorist attack because “the world know that this had been a terrorist bombing” (pg 321). They know this because a bunch of explosives had been smuggled onto the boat beforehand by Middle Eastern terrorists (because Norman is convinced there are no other kind of terrorists) and they drove it straight into the Exxon Maria to try and get back at Theresa for her oil mining operation. So how does Theresa retaliate? She drops the price of oil down to ten dollars a barrel. Thinking that OPEC (which I guess Norman still thinks is a terrorist organization. It’s not) is going to retaliate, Theresa has her parents moved to a safe place (West Point), and tells Prime Minister Scherzer that they have to evacuate the Israeli people now. He tells her that it will take 36 hours to start the evacuation. To remind Saudi Arabia of their deal (because there was a deal apparently in Theresa’s mind, even though there was absolutely no deals made, just an offer put on the table) Theresa raises a mountain in the middle of the Saudi Arabian desert. 

When the Israeli people start to cross evacuate via the landbridge to Crete because as it turns out, no, the island isn’t ready yet, Theresa parts the fucking sea to make giant water walls that terrorists and missiles can’t get through. Moses parting the Red Sea moment, anyone? Because of this, Prime Minister Scherzer calls Theresa the ‘Right Hand of God’. Theresa also decides that it’s time for her to head home, so the Ambassador of the United States to England asks if she would ride home on the Ronald Reagan (the same ship that led took her to the plane she was supposed to be blown up on) to give the ship her honor back. Theresa disagrees, but Steve says that Theresa should play (American) football with the navy of the Ronald Reagan against the Army (I think Norman means foot soldiers specifically). Theresa does agree eventually. 

Someone attempts to do the same drop that Theresa did when she was almost blown up and of course, rather than dissuading them, Theresa gives him tips on how he might survive. Unsurprisingly, he fucking dies. All Theresa does is say “oh whoopsy-doopsy, he fell into still water, not wavy water like I did. Must be why. Sorry that you’re dead bro. Nobody should do that again.” Chapter 22 

Theresa heads back to the United States, but in the process, HAL puts everyone in the plane into a deep sleep, including the piolets and every electronic. Somehow though, the Autopilot still works, so that’s lucky for Theresa I guess. Bitch learns how to fly a plane in under four hours. She lands it after causing millions of dollars worth of damages to the windows of buildings after flying just a little too low to them and as such that causes a lot of injuries, but she doesn’t get in trouble for that because she’s just too sweet and innocent for that. 

Chapter 23 

Am I moving really fast through this? I feel like I am. Though I will say, it’s definitely because I want to be done with this book as fast as I possibly can it’s so fucking dumb. I hate this book so much. I have never met a book that has baffled me as much as this one but absolutely fueled my anger to no end. Anyways… Theresa arrives at West Point (where her parents are) and going to the ranch house that was built specifically for her and her family. The football game takes place, and surprisingly, Theresa and the Navy lose to the Army. 48-36. I don’t know American football very well, despite living in the United States, so if anyone could tell me how good this is I would really appreciate it. 

We learn that her island is producing 3 million barrels of oil a day and by the next year is predicted to be producing 15 million barrels a day, so Theresa is rich as fuck and is going to have a monopoly on oil (what a wonderful capitalist she is). Because all the oil tycoons are worried she’s going to monopolize (she is) and then raise the price drastically, they put her into a two-year deal (bc that’s long enough) saying that the price can’t go above ten dollars a barrel. Theresa agrees without hesitation. 

It’s suggested to Theresa that she should monopolize the manufacturing industry as well, but she turns that down because it could “start a global trade war” (pg 370). 

Theresa, while being a jerk and ignoring everybody when she goes out into public because how could she possibly be expected to meet or even wave or smile at people, finally gives in and talks to 10 North Korean men (via a translator) who have brought her a PBS Documentary to show her the conditions of North Korea. Theresa watches it and is so moved that she comes down and tells the men that she’ll save their families. So essentially, this one PBS Documentary has convinced Theresa to declare war on North Korea’s government. 

Because the North Korean’s wouldn’t listen to her because she holds no power, Theresa joins the army (not really because she never ever ever ever sees combat, but she gets the titles that come with it). 

Chapter 25

Theresa gets her uniform. She specifically requests to have the male uniform because the female one doesn’t look powerful enough. She also gets men’s shoes instead of women’s shoes because the women’s would look stupid with the men’s uniform, I guess. Theresa also insists on wearing her hair down because nobody is going to say jack shit to her about it. Because Theresa got the uniform we learn that Steve has a uniform kink. “Steve thought I looked awful cute in my little uniform.  “‘Hon, you never looked better. It turns me on’” (pg 389). 

Now Norman, I thought this book didn’t have sexual content? Yet here we are, learning about Steve’s fetishes. I’m not going to fetish shame anyone, and more power to you Steve for being open with your sexuality, though I just wanted to point out that Norman specifically said this wouldn’t happen (just like the swearing). 

Anyways, Theresa goes to a meeting at the White House where she immediately becomes a five-star general, the first person after Omar Bradley died. Now I may be wrong, but Omar Bradley was a World War II veteran (a senior officer) and was Chairman of the Joint Cheifs of Staff and oversaw policymaking during the Korean War. The only thing Theresa has (realistically) done up until this point is kill off most of the population, if not all of the population. 

Theresa came up with the idea earlier on that the only way to liberate North Korea is to destroy their weaponry in a certain mile radius and then take over as their dictator for the time being until things could get set up. In a really complicated matter, Theresa sets up a plan wherein ten-miles around Pyongyang, the capital of North Korea, all weapons, planes, bombs, missiles, and helicopters will be destroyed. She works with the South Korean government in order to achieve this with HAL and so they can invade safely. 

But, duN DUN DUN! because all the weapons are destroyed, the government orders unarmed citizens and soldiers and other personnel to attack as soon as they see Theresa and the army. Because there’s 5 million of them, the South Korean army knows that they’ll be easily overwhelmed. Theresa’s solution? Take a Japanese island and move it a bit closer to North and South Korea, and then break North and South Korea away from China and move it closer to the Japanese Island. This way the Japanese Island can build a bridge over and then teach North Korea about a new government. And it fucking works. 

They invade Pyongyang after doing this and the South Korean army basically liters the city with pictures of Theresa’s face and a promise that she’s going to save and liberate them all. They drop all these pictures and promises with an airplane to hopefully quell the people’s worries. There’s a big crowd of North Koreans who are basically lining a gigantic boulevard and the South Korean’s are surrounding the tanks and Theresa, prepared to shoot anyone who gets rowdy or gets too close. Theresa tells them their leaders have left them on a complete fucking bluff, and the South Korean general who has been working with her confirms that they fled to China. Theresa is so relieved by this she almost starts crying, and then the North Korean’s start cheering and wailing and are basically so so so so so happy that Theresa is their new leader. 

And Theresa’s big speech as the new leader? She reads the first couple of paragraphs from the Declaration of Independence. And it’s a smash hit and her greatest success ever. She gives it to a translator so that the North Korean people can understand and just… “Nobody could translate such elegant language on the fly and maintain its beauty. I anticipated that. I’d given the translator the English text the day before and she worked all night at it. When I finished speaking she read what I’d said in Korean with all the emotions and nuances only a Korea could express. My speech or rather the translator’s rendition of it was a spectacular success. The crowd cheered their hearts out. Witnesses said President Stinson cried when I gave the speech. This event, broadcast to the whole world, was called by greatest achievement” (pg 418). And yes, I meant to write ‘a Korea’. That’s how it’s written in the fucking book. But the Declaration of Independence wasn’t written by Theresa and yet somehow it’s ‘her’ speech. And it’s a smashing success because fuck you. Chapter 26

Theresa sets up the South Korean government in North Korea because she can’t be fucked to actually lead it, but comes back when she needs to. In this chapter, Theresa gets really into biology and teaching HAL about biology. She also gets really into archaeology and discovers a bunch of really old Jewish scrolls but nobody can have them. They can look but only she can have them. She also finds Joan of the Arc’s remains because why the fuck not. 

Theresa also makes a mountain in the middle of Lake Michigan without consequence. This is all so they can have the Winter Olympics because I guess Mountain = Snow despite the fact that it’s summer the entire year.

Oh yeah, and Theresa recognizes that she could have thousands of lives with teaching HAL biology and learning how to do surgeries that could save lives that couldn’t otherwise be done. But she decides this is a terrible idea because she’ll end up in court if something goes wrong. 

“‘I can immobilize them like this [basically just holding their body together in a temporarily immortalized, unaging, undying stated] while the surgeon operates and saves thousands of lives.’ (Theresa) “‘And get yourself thousands of lawsuits when things go wrong. Hell the families will hope something goes wrong so they can go after your money’ (Steve) “‘You’re right. I’d spend the rest of my life in courtrooms. It’s a shame. Greed keeps me from saving lives’”  (pg 423).

The only greed keeping you from saving lives is your own. How fucking selfish of you to believe that people want their loved ones to die just so they can get some money. There are horrible people out there in the world like that, there’s no denying it, but the majority of people aren’t. You recognize you could save lives, but you chose not to because you don’t want to go to court if something goes wrong. You’re a fucking villain, Theresa. 

Because of this, I really don’t feel bad when Theresa gets hit by a car, breaks her back, and loses the ability to walk. Getting hit by the car was apparently a terrorist attack that was carefully planned because they wanted to hit Theresa. Because everything just has to be a fucking terrorist attack. But this is why Norman had Theresa suddenly pick up an interest in biology that was never ever even hinted at before. It’s so Theresa can start working on a plan to fix her back so she can walk again. And so she can figure out a way to be immortal. You’re supposed to feel bad for Theresa, but I honestly don’t.

Chapter 27 

More HAL’s show up because when Theresa was about to be blown up and she jumped from the plane, HAL divided itself into 420 other HAL’s. Now all these HAL’s are merging with people. Because Theresa doesn’t want to not be special anymore, she puts the entire world into a deep sleep under the pretense that all of these people could be another Adolf Hitler and she needs to take care of it and stop that before it happens. You know, so the logical explanation, because she can’t just put on HAL into a deep sleep, is to put the entire world into a deep sleep regardless of the consequences. Doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of surgery or you’re in the ICU. It doesn’t matter if you’re about to die or something is happening. We’re just going to put everyone into a deep sleep because Theresa can’t be fucked to figure out a solution right now.

Chapter 28

600 years have passed and everyone starts to wake up. Everyone thinks Theresa is dead but she shows up with Steve and 420 (nice) children. All these children are geniuses and specialize in something and have the equivalent of like 10 college degrees. So in the past 600 years (where nobody aged, not even Theresa and Steve) the world has advanced massively because of the children and Steve and Theresa. 

Theresa also kept the children as 10-year-olds rather than letting them age. “I’d kept them in a pre-puberty state so they wouldn’t fool around with each other” (pg 464). It’s not like they’re siblings and look like mini replicas of you and your husband. It’s not like you should discourage incest among them because incest isn’t a good thing and can mess with someone’s psyche because it’s damaging a familial relationship by intertwining it with a sexual relationship. Not at all.

But these children, as it would turn out, don’t have a HAL. Theresa and Steve just had like 420 (nice) children I guess. No, Theresa just absorbed all of the other HAL’s and will absorb any other HAL that shows up on earth. And that’s the end of the fucking book. This shit show of a book is finally over. I hated it so much and I’m glad to finally be done with it. 

-8/10 stars. Get fucked Norman Boutin. Your book is stupid as shit and I hate it. 

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Pls tell us about Karim getting stepped on

TW for general violence

Ok so basically (sorry if this is incoherent I do all of my infodumps in greentext format so I’m trying to summarize it from that bear with me)

Karim is a whore wbk, and he’d let anyone tap, but he’s got a bit of a thing for Crane ya feel? When he first shows up at the garrison Karim is like so you’re a dumb bitch... and I’M a dumb bitch... and spends the whole time flirting with him pretty much. Ofc Crane only comes into the garrison a few times to argue with Rais and then leaves, but they keep talking over the radio. Rais overhears at some point and Beats The Shit Out Of Him and Karim is just like. damn. that shit sucks but am I gonna learn my lesson? NO lmao. Eventually he and Crane start meeting up in private and hee hoo forbidden romance except it’s not all that serious, they’re really just hanging out and occasionally they k*ss or.... or h*ld h*nds and they only really fuck once.

 Eventually someone from the garrison catches them and snitches to Rais for some good boy points, and as Karim’s heading back after a Session (tm) he sees Rais standing at the gate looking considerably more menacing than he usually does and Karim’s like ah. shit. He hops over the fence and Rais immediately starts lecturing him more frantically and angrily than usual and drags him into the courtyard by the hair like an angry grandma. 

Rais gets mad at Karim regularly and usually will give just a light punishment, and Karim’s been in the pit a few times but because Rais and everyone else actually like him they go easy on him and he always comes out fine but this time Rais is understandably fucking pissed. Rais and Tahir take him down to the pit and Karim’s just like ah this is fine. Small price to pay for america dick. 

So they get to the pit and the three of them r standing on The Platform and Karim’s surveying the pit to see how much he’ll have to try, there’s an extra container meaning more biters but they’re just biters so it’s fine right. But no it’s not fine because Rais shoves Karim in without lowering the platform first and Karim breaks his right ankle upon hitting the ground and is like AH DAMN!!!! WHTA THE FUCK !! !! !

Rais fires his gun to agitate the infected who proceed to break out of the containers, and Karim is just like ieaoefejsjkhfkehrse. He hops over on one foot to the nearest container and climbs on top of it for brief safety and is like fuck man fuck. 

Some Virals come at him first which is fine, he takes care of them all just fine by either bonking them on the head hard enough that they just cease to exist or by pushing them off the container onto the spike traps below, but the last one takes a few hits and gives Karim a bit of a hard time and scratches him up a bit but overall he comes out fine. 

Karim does the ol throw some firecrackers and light a propane tank and just blo them all up strat, which works for most of the biters and that’s great because my guy can’t fucking walk. So most of the biters die on impact, the ones who did live can’t get up and are therefore not a threat. probably. 

He gets down off of the container assuming all of the infected are dead and he gets to go back inside now but apparently not. There’s two more Virals which he takes care of, though with some difficulty cuz he’s on the ground now. 

He’s then like okay NOW I’m done right? And goes over to where Rais is standing expecting him to let him go now, but he doesn’t lower the platform at all and Karim’s like. bruh. And Rais lectures him about being a whore and betraying him one time too many yadda yadda nothing he hasn’t heard before. And then he sees someone manning the crane (heh) and drops the Demolisher Container down there and Karim is like. oh god. fuck. And picks up a shitty machete off the ground and tries to figure out what to do

The Demolisher charges out of the container and at him and he jumps out of the way, landing on his bad foot on accident and being liek OIUEAUFEHJ. He ducks behind a container because PAIN and also still trying to figure out what to do. Demolisher throws a slab of concrete at the container and Karim’s just like oaebkaebk. eoabejkab. ekabekjb. And figures he just has to be careful and take his time. So he gets up to Face It Like A Man

He fights the Demolisher as you’re supposed to, waiting for him to charge and jumping out of the way, only attacking him when he’s tired. He does fairly well, manages to break his helmet off in a few tries and only lands on his bad foot once. He backs away in preparation for the next charge, getting ready to hit him as hard as he can, but one of the biters he didn’t kill grabs his leg and pulls him to the ground.

Karim is like oh god oh fuck and tries to kick the biter away and get back up but it’s really going ham and isn’t letting go. The Demolisher charges again and Karim is like. change da world. my final message. goodb y e. And the Demolisher just steps right on him. There’s an ungodly fucking cracking sound and Karim is just UEAAEEAEAEAE. Audience is yelling. but Luckily for him the Biter let go and the Demolisher is out of breath, so Karim manages to pull himself off the ground and stumble into a nearby container while the Demolisher isn’t looking so he’s in a good hiding place for now. 

He proceeds to throw up a shit ton of blood. Like a lot. A very bad amount. And thinks he’s dying and he’s never been in this much pain in his life. He starts to panic a bit as he hears the Demolisher pacing around the pit looking for him. He somehow manages to stand up, and holy shit his fucking bones dude. ow. god damn. He throws up a bit more and then leans against the side of the container, trying to figure out what to do. The Demolisher only needed one or two good hits to the head and he’d be gone but Karim obviously was in no shape to do that. 

Karim’s like fuck it. Propane tank thing again. Because he doesn’t really have anything to do and at this point for him it’s do or die. And he sure is dying. Problem is he’s gonna have to manage to hit it hard enough and also throw it far enough which he probably can’t do. But luckily for him there’s a bundle of firecrackers right there next to him. So he figures his best bet is to lure the Demolisher behind the container, hit the tank, and roll it as hard as he can and take cover in the container, and there’s like a 30% chance the Demolisher will die instead of him. Which is better than 0%. So he’s like alright I got this. 

He lights the firecrackers and throws them a good ways away, and the Demolisher gets agitated by the sound and charges towards it. Karim picks up a pipe and uses the last ounce of his strength to hit the nozzle of the propane tank and rolls it over to him as hard as he can before ducking back inside. He lays down and covers his ears and hopes he doesn’t die. Shit goes explodey and after a few seconds he opens his eyes and is like. I’m not dead. Unless this is hell. but then he realizes it’s very quiet and he pokes his head out and sees that it’s fucking dead babey!!!!!!! he did it!!!!!!!!!! fuck yeah!!!!!!!!

So he pulls himself up and hobbles over to Rais and Tahir who are now lowering the platform. Tahir looks hella relieved that you’re even alive and Rais looks just as pissed as before with a hint of disappointment. Karim collapses in front of them and throws up some more, Rais says something he doesn’t hear bc his ears are ringing loud as hell. Probably something about how he’s disappointed you’re still alive but he’s not unfair so since you lived you’re allowed to walk out. Tahir carefully picks him up and he proceeds to pass out in his arms. 

He wakes up a few minutes later as he’s still being carried and then he realizes how cold he is and wakes up and he’s like oh. outside. boy it sure is dark out here haha what are you guys doing? Tahir gently sets him down on the grass outside the fence and Karim’s like wht. And Rais explains that if he can survive a night with the Volatiles in his current state then he’s welcome back to the Garrison, but otherwise he can get fucked. 

Karim is like god dammit as the two of them walk away and he just lays in the grass. He’s like hm . wet grass. nice feeling :^)). a bitch delirious rn. Eventually he pulls himself up and drags himself over to the front gate and talks to the guards and tries to get them to help him. He’s like I’ll suck your dick if you let me use your radio. the guard is like hell yeah and lets him use it. So he manages to contact the tower and say that he needs H E L P . 

Crane comes, guards don’t shoot him because Karim said so. Crane picks him up and carries him to the nearest secure building, not a safe house becaues the nearest one is way too far away. Crane sits down with him and tends to the few wounds he can help with and says that if he’s still alive in the morning he’ll bring his doctor over. Karim’s like ight lit. nice cock by the way and passes out again

Then the next morning Crane brings Lena over and also Karim’s ex gf Eliza who is a nurse in the Garrison shows up to help and they fix him up as much as they can and Crane ends up taking him to the tower so he can recover. the end

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70 years of Pain

Warning: Language, sadness, angst

Summary: Steve visits his sister in prison and asks questions that have been bugging everyone.

70 years of grief

It had been Two months since (y/n) arresting. Steve had made it a habit of visiting her every Sunday. They didn’t talk about the past 70 years instead they talk about what they used to do as kids. Friends family they talked like none of it had aged none of it had disappeared or died off. It was like what happened didn’t happen. 

“Hey, what are you doing ?” Steve asked as he stepped into the lab he had just come back from his Sunday trip and Friday had informed him that Tony was still up. He was sitting at his desk scrolling through his tablet. 

“She’s 102″

“We’ve established this and you’re the only one who is shocked by it.”

“I know I’m not shocked by her age I’m shocked by what she has been doing and how no one else has noticed yet. Look at this” Tony connected his tablet on the big screen and began scrolling through “ We’ve never been able to get facial recognition until now and... Your sister has been apart of every major and little event in history. Walt Disney opened Disney land in 1955 your sister is in the background, 1964 with Martin Luther King Jr., here she is with the Black Panthers, here she is marching for abortions, 1968 her she is standing in the background of JFK’s assassination maybe she killed him-”

“it was actually Bucky”

“what”

“what”

“...9/11...here is a picture of her helping people out of the tower. She has shaken hands with every single president and each time she was wearing the exact same dress. I’m more shocked that no one has noticed your sister than anything else. She’s 102 and hasn’t been caught yet. That’s amazing. She met my dad. That’s holy shit.”

“What did you expected she did nothing but killed for the last seven decades?”

“No, but I didn’t think she did all this. It’s kind of a slap to the face when you think about it. Shield has been looking for her for years and she has been hiding in plain sight for years.”

Steve smiled as he looked at one of the pictures. It was (y/n) shaking hands with Obama. “ (Y/n)’s not dumb. She’s a very smart girl. Top of her class. She was supposed to be a teacher. You should go to bed Tony don’t dwell on things like this.” he turned around and walked away.

“This is your sister Steve don’t you want to help her”

“she hasn’t asked for help”

“Bucky didn’t ask for help and he got it” Steve flinched as he came to a stop but didn’t turn around or say anything he continued walking.” Go to bed Tony”

Tony watched through the glass walls as Steve walked away. The anger was obvious in the way he walked off. His sister was an obvious soft spot. In the beginning, Tony thought of her as another hired assassin for some sick organization in the dark just another killer. But now she seemed to be a bit more complicated.

“You know you’re not that bad.”

-

“Why don’t you hate me?”

“Wow, that’s how we’re starting this one” (Y/n) laughed but Steve was dead serious. It was Sunday again and Steve was paying his weekly visit. They were separated by a big thick glass he sat in a melt chair on one side while she was strapped down to a seat on the other side. Although it looked like she was more comfortable than him.

“Why don’t you hate me? I abandon you with no one to love I took away your love and left you with nothing. I made promises and I broke all of them. Hell, I made Bucky break his promises too. Hate me, please” Steve was basically begging for pain but all she did was a smile.

“Once upon a time I hated, oh did I hate you hard. And it grew greater when you came out of that ice. I was relieved you were alive but I also hated you more. Especially when I found out how happy you were in this life. You left me to take a long nap then wake up and join this big flash family. That’s not fucking fair.

...I had the Barnes for a while but they eventually kicked me to the curve because I reminded them too much of their son and they couldn’t take it. I didn’t get a happy ending so I didn’t want you to get a happy ending either. I planned to kill you. But then I saw you with them and you were so happy happier than you have ever been and I couldn’t bring myself to take it away and I didn’t deserve to be apart of it either. “ Her smile was gone honestly this was the first time Steve had seen her without a smile and it looked like she age years without it.

“Bucky doesn’t remember you”

“I know. I actually found him before you did.” she laughed a bit “ He was on a mission we crossed paths I was so happy to see him I just wanted to jump in his arms and I did and he stabbed me. And that’s when my dumbass realized he didn’t know who I was that he wasn’t my Bucky. That he had changed. I made this big plan to sneak him out of Hydra. But that plan didn’t go anywhere as you and your friends destroyed Shield and Hydra and I lost him. I went looking for him but you found him before I could.” she frowned at the memory.

Steve frowned as he realized “ I took him from you again”

“You did”

“I’m sorry” 

“no, you’re not”

“I am”

“Then you would have told him about me. Guard, I’m ready to go back now” A guard came in to wheel her away she could hear Steve banging on the glass and begging for her.

“no, no, no (Y/n) please no. I’m sorry, I’m sorry please don’t go. Please stay, please... you just got back please don’t leave me”

She whispered for the guard to stop and listen as Steve struggled with guards. Apparently, in a fit of anguish and heartache, he cracked the glass.

“Funny isn’t it, those were my exact words that night when you walked out on me. Now I’m walking out on you... it hurts, doesn’t it” And the guard continued wheeling her out and down to her cell. Fury was leaning against the wall outside of her cell he watched as they unstrapped her. Although he held no expression she knew he had heard their conversation. After the guard unstrapped her and locked her cell he walked away leaving the two of them alone. Fury waited a few seconds before speaking.

“I don’t want him back here” but she cut him off “ I don’t want to see him again. This was the last one”

Fury just nodded and walked away without a word.

(Y/n) didn’t say or do anything else she just laid in her bed and went to sleep with deep pain in her chest her heart. She slept soundly because she was used to it she carried it for 70 years. Honestly, she wouldn’t mind carrying it for a few more it was all she knew. All she remembers.

-

It wasn’t until Steve was back at the tower and in his own room that he got the call. It was Fury he didn’t sugar coat it he didn’t prepare him the message was quick and painless like a bandaid. He didn’t wait for the cry afterward he hung up.

Steve collapsed to his knees at the end of his bed and sobbed. He cried, he cried for his sister he cried for the sister he used to have and for the sister he had now. He cried for the sister he lost as well as the time. He cried all night just like she did 70 years ago.

-

“Flowers, don’t you know how to charm the ladies”  (Y/n) laughed as she gave Bucky Peck taking the flowers replacing the old flowers on the table from last week.

“You’re the only lady I’m looking to charm,” he says as he comes to hug her from behind kissing cheek and neck. She turned around in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck pulling him into a kiss she giggles into the kiss. Bucky falls back on to the couch pulling her on to his lap. Their kiss becomes deeper and more passionate. Someone cleared their throat. They pulled away to see Steve awkwardly sitting on the other end of the couch looking forward.

“I don’t mind you guys dating, I actually love it but please don’t tongue each other down while in the same room as me.”

“Why don’t you go check on dinner Steve”

“You’re just trying to get me out of the room so you can continue making out.” he pouted for a moment but then got up and marched away “There better be mac & cheese.” 

“He has been craving mac & cheese”

“me too” he smiled.

“BUCKY SHE MADE PIE” he chuckled as he heard Steve go crazy over her pie. He could imagine him sitting in front of the oven watching the food cook.

“You made a pie?”

“I wanted something sweet”

“You’re sweet enough” he kisses her again “ God where would I be without you?”

“alone”

 Bucky woke up in tears and deep heavy pain in his chest. He was alone.

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The Case of You, Who Saved Me on Mondays

ReiRan Omegaverse AU. Not proof-read yet. Apologize for horrible grammar this is written at 2 AM lol not really intended for being published as well buttt yeahhh

TRIGGER WARNING : substance abuse

 --Sunday, Ranmaru Kurosaki POV--

"Ranran, are you perhaps...an omega?"

Fuck.

Ranmaru had played this scenario over and over in his head for countless times. What to say when someone suspects something. What to answer when someone asks. What to say when someone confronted him. What to do when some batshit insane alpha attack him. What to do when someone smells something…

But he didn’t quite prepare when Reiji was the one who asked. Reiji, of all people. The only person Ranmaru ever respect in the industry so far… his most endearing and strong Reiji.

He then counted the pills in his head. The shot. The supporting ointment. All the nasty chemicals he took in the morning as his usual buzz. All seemed fine. All should be fine. But the fact that they just finished a very tiring live concert concerned him. Is it my sweat?

No, no. This is Reiji, afterall. Ranmaru knew full well how the guy can say the most random thing just to annoy him without batting an eye.

I’m fine. I’m fine.

He put down his bottled water carefully on the table. He glanced at his own hand, making sure he’s not trembling even the slightest.

“What nonsense are you talking about? Stupid.”

He walked to the sofa and threw himself without even looking at Reiji. “I’m taking a nap,” he covered his eyes with his arm. His mind is still racing. Thank God Camus and Ai went out of the room already, else they would’ve picked up his crazy loud heartbeat when they sat on the sofa.

A couple of seconds passed. The lack of response from the oldest Quartet Night member disturbed his act.

God fucking dammit say something, Reiji. Or should I say something? No. No. But—

“Ahahaa, sorry sorry! I just want to see your reaction! Don’t be maad~”

Ranmaru can hear Reiji sat down on the sofa across him. Ranmaru didn’t move. His heartbeat and breath were suddenly a lot steadier. He wanted to take a nap for real now.

“Maybe you’re stronger than I thought?” Reiji said suddenly.

Ranmaru moved his arm from his eyes as he tilted his face. “What?”

Reiji smiled, “Nothing!”

Ranmaru knew it was Reiji’s stage smile. And he’s got a bad feeling over this.

---

--Sunday, Reiji Kotobuki POV--

Reiji Kotobuki never really liked being an Alpha. 

The pressure, the expectations, the way society treated him as the leader of the pack…it’s suffocating. The way some people smell so good that he needed to hold back his primal urge was maddening. He hates holding back. Yet he hates letting himself out bare. It’s disgusting.

His only channel to let out all his suppressed emotions were singing. The lights, the sound, the cheer, the dance, the team…they are his ultimate pills. On the stage, he never had to notice any tempting smells he always tried so hard to ignore. It feels so liberating.

And then here he was. On the locker room with just his teammate, the beta-rocker Ranmaru Kurosaki.

Reiji really liked the guy. What started as an admiration of the younger’s work ethics now already became something more… precious. He’s still not sure what to label this feeling as. It always fascinated Reiji; the way Ranmaru sings wholeheartedly on the stage, moves his body around with rough yet gentle precision, his rare but tender smiles, his smell…

Wait, did I just think smell? Gosh. There’s that smell again.

Sometimes Reiji can smell something when he’s alone with Ranmaru. It was always faint. At first, Reiji just thought it’s the former’s perfume. But this time it is far from faint and more than just perfume.

Ranmaru just exudes a really really alluring scent around him.

"Ranran, are you perhaps...an omega?"

Ah shit. Why did I say that out loud?

“What nonsense are you talking about? Stupid.”

He watched as Ranmaru threw himself on to the sofa. “I’m taking a nap,”

Reiji couldn’t believe himself, but the smell is getting stronger. It’s definitely coming from Ranmaru. It matched perfectly with his reaction; it’s the smell of omegas when they are very nervous. Unfortunately, Reiji knew this smell too well.

He is an omega, alright. How—Wha-Why is he hiding this? D-Does anyone else know? Isn’t it dangero—

His mind halted. To hide the fact that you’re an omega is an enormous, if not impossible, task. Alphas can sense omegas presence in a heartbeat. Reiji is an Alpha. Hyuuga is an Alpha. God, they even worked closely with four freaking alphas in STARISH on daily basis. There’s no way none of them never picked this up these past 5 years.

But then again, Reiji never really sensed anything strong either, until now.

“Ahahaa, sorry sorry! I just want to see your reaction! Don’t be maad~”

He slowly walked to the sofa across Ranmaru and sat down. He studied the younger’s face intently, as Ranmaru covered it with his arm anyway so he wouldn’t noticed. The smell didn’t go away…

He didn’t want to think about it. If Ranmaru is a beta, then that means Reiji can now even smell a beta’s pheromones, which is very unheard of, but… it’s plausible. And it made Reiji want to throw up. Really? Even beta? I’ve evolved into something more disgusting than I already am.

But if Ranmaru is indeed an omega… Reiji didn’t want to imagine what crazy stuffs Ranmaru had done to cover this up really well for so long. That must’ve been extremely difficult and painful.

“Maybe you’re stronger than I thought?”

Oh, fuck me and my blabber mouth. Why Reiji, whyyyy…

“What?” Ranmaru tilted his head and looked straight at Reiji’s face.

Reiji tried his best to act natural. “Nothing!”

---

--Monday dawn, Ranmaru Kurosaki POV--

Ranmaru Kurosaki really hates being an omega.

The day they announced his secondary gender result was the worst day of Ranmaru’s life. His parents were both alphas so the result was crazy upsetting for his whole family. No one wanted to admit this. An omega? In Kurosaki family? It must be a fluke. They proceeded to test him 3 more times.

The result was always the same; a full-fledged omega. Cue the cymbals, a joke of the century for the family.

He still remembered how his parents told him during middle school that they found a way to help him cover this up. To convert him into a beta. To patch the embarrassing stuff. To basically neuter him of his being. It was risky and cost a fortune…but his father was willing to pay anything for it.

In the end, the procedure was botched. Literally nothing came out of it. If anything, it created a deep emotional scar for Ranmaru rather than physical one.

Then his parents business crumbled with all the financial and emotional burden it created and the story went on just like a fucked up drama that is Ranmaru’s life.

Ranmaru Kurosaki really despises being an omega.

Right after arriving in his apartment, Ranmaru ransacked through his medicine cabinet. One, two, four, eight… he gulped them all. All these disgusting pills that keep me sane.

He coughed and almost threw up. He held himself together over the sink.

They are really just normal pills omega used to suppress their hormones. Normally omegas only took two kinds of medicine; hormone suppressants and birth control pills if they are sexually active.

Ranmaru is a virgin and he took 4 kinds of birth control just for the heck of it.

Sigh…now comes the hard part.

He steadied his breath. He glanced at three blue vials in front of him. This stuff is the most expensive thing on his chemical cocktails. The experimental drug his fellow bandmates introduced him. The holy grail for omegas like him, the ultimate suppressant.

Even someone who is physically strong like Ranmaru dreaded the aftereffect of this drug. It made him want to claw out his insides just to stop the scorching sensations it caused.

Just stop thinking and get this over with. He injected himself with the blue liquid quickly on his upper arm. He squirms. It’s painful. It’s painful. I’m dying. No—

He threw up on to the sink. Today is going to be great.

---

--Monday evening, Reiji Kotobuki POV--

“So, Kotobuki-kun, what is it like, being the only alpha of the group? You’re doing such a great job bringing the pack together nee~”

Reiji’s smile grew wider.

I want to punch this interviewer’s face right fucking now. Pack? Are we dogs now, bitch?

“Ah weeeeell, it’s just really fun because we are all friends, you know! It doesn’t matter whether you’re alpha or beta or omega, riiiight guys?” Reiji winked to all his teammates besides him.

Camus let out a scoff. “Hmpf. We never see him as an alpha anyways,”

“I believe we are a group of 4 betas here,” Ai added with a nod.

“Come on, guuyysss, why are you so meeeaaan!” Reiji pretended to cry. As usual.

The interviewer just laughed and move along with other questions. Reiji silently relieved that this antic never failed to please the outsiders. He glanced over to Ranmaru and caught the silver-haired staring at his face intently. That caught Reiji off guard.

“What is it, Ranran?” Reiji asked when both of them were in the changing room. Camus and Ai went out already for another interview regarding their duet project.

“What is what?” Ranmaru asked from the sofa in front of Reiji. He looked really tired his literal color almost gone from his face.

“The whole interview you’re just straight up staring at me and not saying much! Is there something wrong with my face? Or you just want to admit now that I look cool?? Is that it? Aaaww I’m so flattered, Ranran!”

Ranmaru put his palm over his face. “Ugh, just drop the act already,”

Reiji smirked. He knew already that Ranmaru is sharp. “Yeah yeah, but you know me, we need to be professionals,”

“You need to tell them to stop asking that kind of questions,” Ranmaru sighed. “You hate being an alpha, don’t you,”

Oh wow, it stings. “Hmm? Nooo? I never hated it?”

“I told you to drop the act. Just like me, you’re disgusted with yourself,”

Reiji drew his brows together. What feels like an eternity was only 5 seconds of silence. “What do you mean, just like you?”

Suddenly the room is filled with a really strong smell it almost suffocated Reiji. He put his hands over his nose and mouth, “What the—“ he saw Ranmaru on the sofa, clenching his chest. He didn’t know what happen but he looked so…red. And in pain. And breathless.

“Ranran, oh my God, are you okay??” Reiji stood up and tried to reach him. But the smell now literally suffocated him. It’s like a really strong chemical trying to burn and poison his head, but it felt so good.

What the hell—

“Get out, Reiji,” Ranmaru whispers under his labored breath. He’s drenched in sweat.

Reiji froze. His mind went blank but his body is burning for some reason.

“GET OUT, NOW!” Ranmaru now screamed. In pain.

Reiji took a step back. He clawed on his own head trying to control himself. What the hell what the hell what the hell—

“NO! Ranmaru where’s your medicine?? Where is it??” Reiji ran to the vanity desk and scrambled through all the bags on it. He trembled so bad he knocked everything off the desk. “RAN YOU BETTER TELL ME YOU BROUGHT YOUR MEDICINES,” He looked back quickly and noticed Ranmaru was crawling on the ground, both his arm clenching tight on his chest. He’s drooling a lot and struggled to breathe.

“My jacket,” Ranmaru whimpered. “—pocket,”

Reiji practically flied through the other side of the room to the hanger and scrambled through all the jackets in lightning speed. “This blue vial?? Is this it??” Reiji pull out something that looked like a strange blue epi-pen.

Ranmaru didn’t respond. His breaths become shallower and shallower. “Ranmaru!!” Reiji grabbed Ranmaru’s shoulder and shaking him hard. Though in this close distance Reiji actually almost fainted himself trying to keep his sanity intact.

He couldn’t think anymore. He administered the injection into Ranmaru’s outer thigh with haste. “UGH—” Reiji closed his eyes. He couldn’t take it anymore. This smell. This heat. He bit on his own lips hard.

“FUCK!” Ranmaru suddenly jolted open his eyes and screamed. He sat up and moved Reiji out of his way. He leaned on the wall and tried to catch his breath.

Reiji tried so hard to calm himself down. His labored breath and bleeding lips aside, his mind slowly creeped back to sanity. A minute passed just for them to slowly steadied their breath. “Ranmaru, listen to me, you fucker,” Reiji scratched his own head hard. “You are an omega, are you not?”

Ranmaru didn’t answer.

“That,” Reiji gulped. “That is a freaking heat if I knew one. That’s one violent heat. I never see an omega went into heat that sudden and look like they’re dying at the same time. And then, and then—What—What the fuck, Ran?”

“Shut up,” Ranmaru muttered.

“NO, I WILL NOT SHUT UP!!” Reiji screamed. “The-Then—What fucked up drugs did you just take? It went away just like that, Ran. What the hell? That’s not normal!”

“SHUT UP, I AM NOT NORMAL, OKAY?” Ranmaru screamed on the top of his lungs. “What do you want me to say? Oh yes I’m sorry I’m an omega guys, please be careful around me I am craving to be filled all the time yada yada yada?”

Reiji was still trying to catch his breath. His mind is a lot calmer now. “No—no, I’m sorry that’s not what I’m trying to say, okay?” He stood up and walked slowly to Ranmaru. “I’m—I’m just worried about you,” he extended his hand to help Ranmaru stand up.

Ranmaru looked up. “I don’t need your pity,” he said while slapping Reiji’s hand away. He stood up by himself slowly.

“I need to take a shower” Ranmaru said before opening the door. “Reiji, can I trust you not to tell anyone about this?”

Reiji couldn’t say anything. “Please?” Ranmaru added.

“…Okay,” that’s all Reiji could muster up.

This is just too much for me to handle.

---

Tuesday Dawn, Ranmaru Kurosaki POV

Ranmaru stood in front of his sink for a whole minute without even moving a single muscle. He looked horrible. He didn’t get a blink of sleep last night and the black lines around his puffy eyes looked worse than his ghostly Halloween makeup last year.

Out of all people, why Reiji?

He couldn’t stop asking this question in his head. His precious Reiji. The one who taught him how to be a professional on the stage. The one who smiled through all the sleepless nights just to not disappoint his fans. The one who showed him how to keep on going through anguish and distress. The one with the gentlest touch, literally and figuratively, out of all the people in the universe…

The only person who made Ranmaru want to appear strong every day.

The embarrassment of showing Reiji his weakest and most disgusting side had grown into gnawing pain in Ranmaru’s whole being. He always wanted to catch up to Reiji… It’s useless now isn’t it?

His eyes locked into his pills on his hand without care.

One, two, three…four…eight…

He fought back a sharp pain inside.

…twelve, thirteen…

And Ranmaru gulped them all.

---

Tuesday Dawn, Reiji Kotobuki POV

Reiji was driving way above the speed limit for the most of his sudden early morning trip. He kept one of his hand on his phone’s handsfree, trying to call Ranmaru for the bazillionth time.

Still, no answer. Goddamit Ran please answer my call I know you’re always up early…

Since last night Reiji couldn’t sleep at all. His mind wandered to the big revelation that is Ranmaru being an omega after all this time. He couldn’t stop thinking about the weird drugs. He was extremely worried.

When his morning alarm suddenly blazed off, Reiji decided to check on Ranmaru by calling him. He didn’t answer. At the beginning Reiji just thought he’s still asleep…

But then he remembered how Ranmaru is. His Ranmaru who always put his pride on his performance above all. His confidence and rock-solid belief in his performance he always gives on the stage… his most beloved and strong Ranmaru. What happened last night must’ve been really took a toll on him, right?

He called again and again, but no answer still. He became extremely worried.

And now here he was putting the pedal to the metal trying to reach Ranmaru’s place.

Please please please please I hope I’m just being a paranoid…

He reached Ranmaru’s place in record time and bolted to the door. He knocked slowly. “Ranran? It’s me, Reiji. Let’s go to work together?” Reiji called.

He knocked again, louder. “Ranran?? Are you okay??”

Silence. He tried to call Ranmaru’s phone again and listened carefully at the door. Ranmaru’s phone ringtone can be heard from outside.

He’s inside. Damn it—

“Ranmaru, please open the door before I open it by force!” He banged on the door again.

The lack of sound except the ringing phone put Reiji on edge. He took a couple steps backward and readied himself. “I’m coming in!”

He put all of his strength to his shoulders and threw himself on to the door.

It didn’t budge. Fuuuuuck it huuuurts, it looks easier in the movies…

He tried again. Twice, thrice…

The door finally gave in on Reiji’s sixth try. “Ranmaru!!” He screamed when he got inside.

He looked around the spacious flat and found no one there. He checked the doors hastily before finally opening the bathroom door.

What Reiji found inside was a scene from his true nightmare.

--- TBC soon

[allyoucanthinksmut]

We can’t-Dean Winchester smut

This is my first time writing smut. I’ve been wanting to do it for a while but I've had writers block. Now I finally have an idea. I want you to tell me how you feel about it but not to harsh. If i did something wrong let me know. 

Prompt: You’ve been with Sam and Dean for about 3 years now. You and Dean have always been in love with each other. He will never admit it because he doesn’t want to come to terms with it. If he does he could loose you just like he has everyone else in his life. 

Warnings: Angst, Choking, biting, rough dean. 

       You and the boys had just gotten back from a hunt for a vampire when shit hit the fan. It was only suppose to be one but it turned out it was a whole nest. You were suppose to stay outside and keep watch just in case anymore showed up but you couldn’t just leave them two in there. You saved their asses and they know it but you got hurt in the process. Your forehead was busted and your hand had a huge gash on it. Dean was pissed about it. 

“God damnit Y/N why don’t you just listen when we tell you to do things.” Dean said as he threw his duffel bag on the bed. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

“Actually you could’ve been killed i saved your asses back there. All you ever do is point out what I've done wrong but never what i do right. I’m not a child Dean I can handle myself. I’ve been doing this just as long as you have.” You bite back. You were so tired of him always treating you like a child. You had grown up into this just like him. The only difference was it was just your mom who was a hunter. She had lost your dad and went into a craze while she was pregnant with you trying to find out what killed him when she finally did she killed it. She didn’t want what happened to her to happen to someone else, so she continued to hunt afterwards. Unfortunately she died a year ago while on a hunt. She thought she could handle it by herself but there were to many. 

“But your not as strong or as useful as Sam and I. You need to start listening to us we tell you these things to help you.’ He stated with his back to you. 

“Wow. You seriously are something else Dean Winchester.” You said before grabbing you jacket and running out of the room. You needed to clear your head. 

Dean didn’t notice you leave until he heard the door shut. As soon as it did he signed. He understood you needed space but he was also worried because y’all hadn’t properly assessed your wounds yet. He decided to give you like twenty minutes before going after you.He was to stuck in his head thinking about you to realize Sam was talking to him. 

“Dean, Dean, Earth to Dean” Sam said clapping his hands. 

“What sorry man” He said looking at his brother.

“You are such a dick to her you know. She right about everything. She did save our asses out there. You pretty much just called her useless and told her she was nothing compared to us. I get that you don’t want her to get hurt because you love her but you can’t keep treating her like this. It’s affecting her because she feels the same way about you.” He said getting wide eyed. *Holy shit i just told him her biggest secret. I promised i wouldn’t oh shit.* 

Dean dropped the beer he had just picked up off the counter. “What the hell did you just say to me?” He said stalking over to his brother. 

“Um...nothing i said nothing, nothing at all.” Sam said trying to distract himself with anything that he could.  

“No repeat yourself. Y/N feels the same way about me.” Dean said as his brain went a mile a minute. 

Sam signed as he rubbed his hands down his face. The cats already out of the bag now. “ Fuck she’s going to kill me. Yes dumb ass she does. She always has. But you treat her like shit.” 

“ I need to go find her now.” Dean said rushing to get his stuff together. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea i’ll go look for her and talk to her because she doesn’t need to know that you know. Also you need to process everything.” Sam said getting up and heading for the door. “I’ll call you and let you know whats going on after i find her.” He said as he left. 

Dean’s POV

           I sat down on the bed trying to understand what i had just been told. She felt the same way. I should’ve been happy but i wasn’t. Now i know she feels the same way. I have a hard time controlling myself around her as it is. I don’t know what i’m going to do...

Your POV

          I walked around for about five minutes but decided to get a room. I didn’t want to see dean for the rest of the night or at all really. I have tried so hard to get him to accept me but it is never good enough and i’m tired of it. I sat in my room on the bed wondering what i was gonna do about all my stuff being in the other room when i heard a knock on the door. No one knew who i was so i quickly grabbed my gun and looked out the window. I was relieved to see it was Sam but how did he find me. I opened the door for him and let him in before looking around and making sure dean wasn’t anywhere. 

“How did you find me?” I asked sitting on the bed opposite of the one he sat down on. 

“ I asked the person at the front desk if she had seen you. And she had sooo now i’m here.” He said smiling at me. “ Look Y/N he really feels bad about what he said and i’m sorry. I called him out after you left and i think it worked a little bit.” He said putting a hand on your thigh. 

“I just don’t understand why he hates me so much. I didn’t do anything wrong but he treats me like i’m a demon or something.” I say laying back on the bed with a sign. “I’m nothing but good to him but he’s an ass to me. I just don’t get it.” 

“That’s just how he is. i couldn’t tell you why. He pushes people away because he so scared of them getting hurt. He knows you can handle yourself he just doesn’t want you to have to.” He said sincerely. 

“Ughhhh, Why can’t he be as nice as you. Could you possibly go get my stuff from the room for me?” I asked while curling up with a pillow. 

“Yes of course.” He said before exiting. 

Regular POV

     Sam made his way into the room that he and Dean would be sharing now. He looked at Dean in the kitchen downing a beer. “How many of those have you had?” He asked looking at the half empty whiskey bottle beside him. “You’ve drank all that sense i’ve been gone? You have a problem.” Sam said while getting Y/N stuff together. 

“What are you doing with her stuff?” Dean asked walking over to Sam. 

“She doesn’t want to see you and is staying in another room for the night. I think you should go talk to her, well at least i did until i realized you are drunk.” Sam said flipping the bag over his shoulder. 

“No i want to go. Let me.” He said yanking the bag from him. 

“Damn okay.” Sam said putting his hands up. “She’s in room 203. You better be nice.” 

“Yeah yeah.” Dean said practically running out of the room. He wanted to apologize but that was it. I can’t look her in the eyes anymore. I wish Sam would’ve never said anything to me. He snapped out of his thoughts as he reached her door. He hesitantly knocked on the door. She expected it to be Sam so she whipped the door open. 

“Bout time you came ba-... Oh its you. Goodbye.” You said as you went to go shut the door. He put his foot in the door and pushed his way in. 

“ I want you to hear me out.” He said dropping on the bed with your bag. 

You signed and rolled your eyes. “Fine whatever.” You said going to the kitchen to get a bottle of whiskey. You downed a little bit of it before going back in there and facing him. 

He rubbed his face and signed. “ Look i’m sorry okay... for everything. I don’t mean to treat you like a child. I just worry about you and you can’t blame me for that.” He said looking dead in your eyes.

“No i can’t because i worry about you too but you can’t treat me like i don’t know what i’m doing. It hurts my feelings and i won’t tolerate it anymore. You will stop being a grouch all the time and talking to me the way that you do or i WILL leave. I’m not gonna live with someone who thinks i’m pretty much worthless.” You spat getting a little irritated thinking about all the times he’s done this. You down a few more shots preparing yourself for the backlash. He doesn’t know how to handle criticism so he lashes out. 

“Excuse me?” He says standing up. “ You will not leave you don’t have anywhere to go and you wouldn’t make it on your own.” He continues getting in my face. 

“Actually i can you just don’t think that i can because you don’t take the time out of your day to realize how good of an asset i am to this team. Get your fucking head out of your ass before i do it for you, you prick.” You spat back in his face. 

“You need to calm down before this gets out of control and one of us says something we don’t mean.” He says backing up a little bit. 

“Your the one who started this i’m just gonna end it. Don’t get mad at me because every time you go out you almost die. i’m not just gonna let something happen to you or Sam. Sorry i care and you don’t.” You say getting back in his face shoving him a little bit. “ I’m so tired of you. I fucking hate you so much.” 

Dean clenched his jaw trying to calm down but it was to late. “ You hate me? Really because i heard different and i fucking care. A whole lot more then you know. I’m fucking in with love you and that’s why i am the way i am. I can’t imagine you getting hurt.” Dean said. His eyes got wide as he realized what he just said. 

You back up a little bit taking in what had just happened. He just told you what you never thought you would hear. You looked up at him both staring at each other breathing hard. You didn’t know what to do so you just walked up to him and slammed your lips on his. He reacted right away grabbing your hair and pulling you closer. The kiss was so passionate it almost made you pass out. You both pulled away looking at each other. 

“We can’t do this.” Dean said pulling himself away from you. “ I won’t allow us to. I won’t get to that level with you and then loose you like i do everyone.” He said looking down.

“You can’t just tell me your in love with me and then reject me. I love you too Dean Winchester. Always have always will.” You said back to him going back to him. 

Whenever Dean heard that come out of your mouth something snapped in him. He had wanted to hear that for so long. He grabbed your hips and smashed his lips back on yours. He picked you up and threw you down on the bed. He got on top of you and started kissing your neck. You threw your head back as he started to leave love bites everywhere. You pulled his face up so you could kiss him again. You started to grind your hips against his as you continued to kiss. 

“I want to cum inside you not in my pants.” He said holding your hips down. He started taking his clothes off himself. Once he was completely naked he gave you another kiss before saying “Strip.” You did what he said almost immediately. You got to your feet and started with your shirt while swaying your hips. You got closer and closer to him with every piece that came off until you were right in front of him in nothing but your underwear. You turned around and started grinding against him. He shoved his hands in your pants while putting his hand around your neck. “ So you think its nice to tease people.” He said while rubbing your clit really fast. A loud moan escaped your throat as you relished in the pleasure. “Get on the bed.” He said pulling his hand out of your underwear. You did as he said. He slapped your ass as you did. You layed down taking the rest of your clothes off. “On your stomach now.” You flip over quickly eager to finally have him inside of you. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and put it on. He smacked your ass before rubbing his dick on your entrance. “Please i need you.” You say pushing your ass up against him. “You wanted to tease me so.” He said as he continued what he was doing. He did this a few more times before he smacked your ass again and pushed himself in. Both of you let a a moan and sign. He let you adjust before grabbing your hair and pounding into you. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long.” He moaned in your ear. “Me too.” You said back while trying to match his movements. He slapped your ass again going faster. “Oh fuck Dean.” You moaned as he pounded. “That’s it baby. Say my name.” He said before reaching around your to rub your clit. The pleasure became to much for you. Your legs were trembling and you felt like you were about to explode. “I’m about to cum.” You half moan half yell. “Cum for me baby.” That sent you over the edge. You came as you screamed his name. This sent him over the edge too as he came while riding out your orgasm. You both collapsed on the bed both of you breathing hard and in heaven. “That was amazing.” He said kissing your shoulder and getting off of you. “Yes it was.” You said looking at him as he layed beside you. “Come here.” He said pulling you to him. You both layed like that for a while before he said something. “This changes everything you know.” 

“I know. I know what that means but do you? I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” You say looking up at him. 

“I don’t either but i also don’t want to get serious but i guess we already did.” He said looking straight. “I love you so much that it scares me. I’ve lost almost everyone important to me in my life just about i can’t afford to loose another one.” 

“ Out of the 7 years that you have known me when did i ever get super hurt? Out of the 3 years I've been actually hunting with you how many times have i almost died? I can handle myself Dean. I get that your scared and we can take it as slow as you want but i just got you and i’m not gonna let you go now,” You say as you lay your head back on your shoulder. 

“I know you can but i used to think the same thing about me and Sam but look whats happened to us many times. I’m just scared but I love you and i’m gonna show you that just in dozes.” He said kissing you head.

“That’s perfect.” You said getting tired. “I love you.” You say yawning. 

“I love you too Y/N.” Dean said thinking about how life would be from now on. 

Please tell me what you think. Also i do all kinds of smut just ask me and i’ll deliver. 

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