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rambling-at-midnight · 5 years ago

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Inferno: Part 3

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

God I love Peter Parker so much. Anyways, he’s a dork even when he’s Spiderman. This is so fluffy I’m gonna get cavities. I have so many great ideas for next chapter! Also, I lied; there’s gonna be at least 5 parts.

You’re thankful for your fans. You really are. A good majority of them are sweet, caring individuals completely appalled at the blatant lies the American government sent out as a reason for your arrest. It’s nice to see people promoting positivity.

Unfortunately, being rich and having fans can sometimes lead people to hate you for no other reasons. You’re not saying there are rich people that don’t deserve to be loathed. Of course not. And maybe you do deserve to be hated. You’ve certainly done enough questionable stuff.

But at this point scrolling through your notifications feels like playing Russian Roulette with every chamber loaded.

cap2n/merica: Hey @Y/N_Stark, just do us all a favor and turn yourself into the authorities before you start melting people again.

bigbossbitch: @Y/N_Stark is another case of gross celebrity misconduct. Yes, her jail time was wrong, but now that she’s been released she’s just another spoiled celeb kid born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She gets away with murder just like her father does because of their wealth and it’s a sign of the American government’s (1/2)

You don’t feel like finding the second part of that tweet.

givemebackmymeat: @Y/N_Stark is an ice bitch

Stacey-Toland: yeah it’s great and all that New York gets Spiderman and @Y/N_Stark , but if they really cared about people they would branch out and help people in cities with a lot more crime. New York doesn’t need the Avengers, Spiderman, AND Inferno!

just-a-dumbass: y’all Inferno is the dumbest superhero name i’ve heard in a long time @Y/N_Stark

With a sigh, you turn your phone off. The public outcry will quiet down after the official statements are released. Everyone needs some time to cool off.

The pesky bandages on your hip crinkle as you sit up. You rip them off without looking. Tony insisted that you wear them last night after Helen Cho fished the bullet out of your hip. There’s no pain this morning, and you don’t even need to check to know there’s no scar.

The temptation is too great. Maybe you’re a masochist. You grab the phone before sitting down on the toilet, determined to find at least one positive comment about you in your feed. You try Instagram instead of Twitter this time. Since your public appearance last night, comments on your last post about a year ago have been flooding in.

spideyismydaddy: hey @The-Official-Spiderman what do you think about @Y/N_Stark? She invading your territory or what?

You click on @The-Official-Spiderman. It’s got to be a spoof or fan account, right? Sure enough, the account isn’t verified. You almost swipe out of it but your eyes catch on some of the photos he’s got uploaded. Either he’s super good at photoshop, or...

Is this really Spiderman’s account?

The photos look exactly like the crime-fighting spider you’d encountered last night. He doesn’t have a recent story that you can watch, but he does have a highlight story that you click on. In the first one, he does a backflip. The second clip is of him racing a train and winning. The third one is a pretty picture of the sunset.

You rest your hand on your cheek. Before you know it, you’ve watched his entire highlight story and wasted fifteen minutes sitting on the toilet.

“Miss Stark, your father wanted me to inform you that breakfast is ready,” FRIDAY says, making you jump a little bit. At first it had been a struggle to stop talking to her. The amount of times you’d say, “FRIDAY, turn off the lights,” or “FRIDAY, what time is it?” is a little bit embarrassing. No doubt how many times she’ll startle you will be embarrassing too.

“Sure,” you grunt, throwing a MIT sweatshirt on and shoving your phone in its pocket. “Coming.”

“Morning, sweetie,” Tony says cheerfully, attempting a smile when he looks at you. “I made your favorite—waffles.”

“Great.” You try a smile yourself. “I haven’t—that’s—thanks, Dad.” You’d been about to comment that you haven’t had waffles for over a year, but that would probably bring down both your spirits.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” You take a big bite of waffle and look as innocently as you can at your father. “Just peachy.”

Tony gestures to his own hip. “No... pain? Bleeding? Scar?”

You shake your head and shrug. “Healed overnight.”

“Good.” Your dad actually fiddles with his fingers as you take another bite. “I, um... I don’t know what you want to do.”

I want to spend time with you is the first thing that crosses your mind but it sounds way too sappy and weak. You settle on a shrug. The familiar fire under your skin wavers and you scowl to bring it back to a simmer.

The next time they try to take you away, you’ll be prepared. Even if you have to take out thousands of agents. But you can’t let go of your anger for even a second.

“I have an idea,” you say after another awkward silence, struck with a great idea that would involve time with your dad but doesn’t involve actually asking for it outright. “I couldn’t keep up with all the new shows and movies that came out. Maybe we could get Disney+ and, I don’t know, watch The Mandalorian? I saw a lot of Baby Yoda memes online and it looks like a cool show.”

“That’s the new Star Wars show that came out, right?” Tony checks. “With the ugly green baby?”

“Hey! He’s not ugly!”

“Well,” he starts. You already know he’s about to suggest a bad idea. “Star Wars is probably Parker’s expertise. Considering both of us won’t know what’s going on, maybe we should call him and have him here? Just to translate the nerd stuff to the non-nerds?”

The hand holding your waffle clenches. You should have known that Tony would try to involve his precious Peter Parker so he wouldn’t have to spend time alone with you.

The waffle starts to smoke and you drop it with disgust. “I’m going to the training room.”

“Come on, Y/N—” Tony starts but you stomp off. Why won’t you understand that he just wants you to make a friend? He’s not trying to replace you with Peter—he’s trying to get you to replace Tony, at least a little bit, with Peter.

Tony eyes the waffle you hadn’t finished. A clear outline of fingers is burnt onto its surface.

You stalk through the compound angrily, halfway expecting a team member to jump out at you. You were the last one to be released, after all. Then again, they’re all under house arrest or on the run. But what about the ones that had sided with Tony? “Where are they?” You’d love to run drills with Nat or talk with Rhodey.

“Tony cleared his schedule for the next week,” FRIDAY informs you. “He wanted this to be a more relaxed homecoming so you wouldn’t be overwhelmed before more enthusiastic well-wishers arrived.”

“He cleared out his schedule for everyone except Peter fuckin’ Parker,” you mutter. Jesus, how important is this kid to Tony? First he never stops talking about him to you, takes him to pick you up from jail, and now he’s banned everyone but him from the compound?

For lack of sparring partners, you decide that lifting weights and running on the treadmill wouldn’t be too bad. Thankfully your muscles didn’t atrophy too much while you were locked up, though you rarely mustered the energy for exercises. You left the heat simmering under your skin at all hours. Judging by how many times you woke up to singed blankets, you started doing it in your sleep too.

No doubt due to the Extremis, you can lift every weight in the weight room—together. It’s too easy, so you move to the treadmill.

Your feet pound on the track. With every step, another thought bombards your mind: Peter Parker smiling, how you spent three months in the cage before they consented to giving you a plant, the cell smaller than your whole bed, you never even saw the sun for months, Tony coming to brag about Peter fucking Parker—

Only when your foot hits the ground do you realize that you’re running hot. “Shit,” you mutter, reaching for the ‘off’ button. Your whole body is glowing bright red and instead of turning off, the keypad melts at your touch just like how your shoes had melted off and how the track is hardly more than a melted pile of goo around your red-hot feet. The poor treadmill gurgles unhappily and its gears stop churning.

“Miss Stark, you are not wearing your fireproof clothes,” FRIDAY points out.

“Yeah, I got that, FRI,” you respond through gritted teeth, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. You need to calm down before your clothes burst into flame.

The red hue to your skin fades slightly.

You need to get your excess anger out. And you know exactly how to do that.

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Some guy swings a metal bar into your face. Something definitely cracks but heals within seconds, so quickly you almost don’t register the pain. It doesn’t slow you down, anyway, and you grab the man’s arm before he can whack you again with the bar. You slam his head against the side of a brick building and he slumps to the ground. If he doesn’t wake up in thirty seconds, you’ve either given him brain damage or flat-out killed him. You can’t find it in yourself to care.

Before you can turn around, your back burns. Not the comforting burn of your anger, but a stinging burn that takes your breath away.

You turn around slowly. The man’s partner backs away, his hands in the air as a scared expression takes over his face.

You reach behind you. Your hand hits something hard that makes the pain in your back worse. It’s the handle of a knife, you presume. With a wince, you pull it out of your back. The blade is dark with blood that you already feel dripping down your back. The wound will knit together, scab, scar, and fade. A body’s week- or month-long process of healing occurring in seconds.

You’re not thinking when you brandish the weapon, but thankfully a weird thwip sound interrupts you. The man’s raised hands find themselves stuck against a wall by a white, sticky substance.

“Shit!” a vaguely familiar voice hisses after a second thwip. “Oh Jesus! You killed him!”

You turn around. The man you’d knocked against the wall still hasn’t moved, but there’s a dark puddle spreading around his head. Spider-man takes a quick look at him, shakes his head, and looks at you.

“And you got stabbed!” Sounding sort of like a smothering grandmother, he spins you around and lifts up your shirt. “Oh, shit, that’s a lot of blood...”

“The wound’s probably closed by now,” you mutter. The ground sort of leans away from your feet and strong arms wrap around your waist as something swipes at your back.

“I don’t see an opening.” He gingerly takes the knife from your hand places it on the ground. Then you find that the ground is underneath your butt. Spider-man’s mask swims in your vision.

“I killed him?” you ask blearily. Shit. You can’t afford to be murdering people not two days after being released from prison. They’ll send you back. They’ll lock you in that cage! Is Spider-man here with them? You smack his hands away. He’s here to get you, he’s here to take you—

“Whoa, whoa, let’s calm down a little bit,” Spidey says beseechingly. “You don’t have any wounds, but you lost a lot of blood.”

“It’ll replenish soon,” you mutter. After some sugar. Sustenance. That would help. As if he’d heard your thoughts, Spidey waves something in front of you. It takes a hot second for your eyes to focus on it, but when you realize it’s a churro your mouth waters.

“I did not mean for this to go this way,” he mutters. Almost shyly, he thrusts it at you, saying, “Here. I got it for you.”

You’re not one to refuse free food. If he’s poisoned it, chances are the poison won’t affect you much, anyway. You’ll take your chances.

You wolf the churro down in record time. Now that you’re feeling less woozy, knots are starting to form in your stomach. Spider-man, a superhero largely known for helping people out, just witnessed you accidentally murdering someone.

And you just murdered someone. You need to take that knife and burn it in an alley far from here and toss it in the trash.

Heat rises in your cheeks, but it’s not anger-heat that can be used as a weapon or self-defense. Letting Spider-man see you like that is embarrassing.

“Are you feeling better? I can get you another churro, if you’d like, or maybe a burrito, I think I have enough cash for that...” Spider-man reaches into his back pocket, but maybe his tone is too light, maybe he’s not being nice and he’s trying to lull you into a false sense of safety.

Quick as a whip, you take the knife and hold it in Spider-man’s direction. The superhero falls back, his voice cracking as he exclaims, “Hey! Whoa! Please don’t stick me with that! Do you have any idea the potential ramifications of mixing blood? Not that I think you have STDs or something, but still, I could still get alien bacteria in me! The Extremis is still in your system, right? Well, of course it is! I really don’t need that in me because it might make me blow up! Please—”

You blink. He sounds like a kid. Like someone your age. He’s in no way your father’s age. And he’s definitely not a threat. “Relax.” You close your fist around the knife and channel your anger into that extremity. It melts within seconds and drips to the ground. You shake your hand of the last bit of molten metal and allow the flesh to return to regular temperature. “You’re not going to hurt me for killing him?” Your heart still races in his presence, but it’s starting to calm down.

“I saw everything.” Spider-man stands up awkwardly, especially for someone that can do backflips and crawl up walls, and points up to the top of a nearby skyscraper. “They attacked you. It was self-defense. Besides, these two killed a bystander in a shootout recently. I’m not saying they deserved it, because that would be really mean to say, but I’m also not saying that you’re a terrible person. You know?”

“You certainly talk a lot,” you comment. It’s amusing.

“Do you want me to stop talking?” Spider-man rubs his neck. “I know it can be annoying. My friends—”

You shrug. “Why were you watching?”

“Well, last night you got shot, right? And I see you out again fighting crime. So I’m like, ‘Holy crap, is she in pain, she’s probably not all right, maybe she’s getting mugged because she slept on the streets because I didn’t help her when she got shot in the hip and then you slammed that dude against the wall and I saw the other dude stab you and—”

“Yeah, yeah, I get the point.” You stuff your hands in your pockets. “It was my fault, anyway. If I was wearing my suit the knife wouldn’t have gotten so deep in. It probably wouldn’t have gotten in at all.”

“Why are you just wearing a MIT sweatshirt and sweatpants, by the way?”

You shrug. “Couldn’t be bothered to change.”

“Well, I think you’re going to have to now. There’s a big hole in your sweatshirt and your whole back is bloody.”

“Shit,” you mutter. “But that’ll lead people back to... him.” You shoot a glance at the dead man. “And he’s going to snitch on me.” You shoot a nervous glance at Spider-man. You have no idea how he’ll react to you considering a tied-up would-be mugger.

Spider-man shakes his head. “People will see my webs. They’ll blame me.”

“So we’ll both be blamed,” you say grimly. “Great.”

“Yeah, The Daily Bugle is going to have a field day. But we should get out of here.” Spider-man puts a hand on the small of your back (right where you’d been stabbed) and gently applies just enough pressure to get you moving. Shocked at the gentlemanly gesture, you take a few steps before remembering your bloodstained clothes. “I’ll get you new ones,” Spider-man says grimly when you voice your concern. “But then I won’t be able to get you a burrito.”

The sweet concern is touching. “It’s really okay,” you say. If you had your credit card, or any cash on you, you’d buy the poor boy as many burritos as he wanted. “You gave me your churro. You’ve done more than enough.”

“Well, I wanted to make a good impression!” His voice cracks again.

“Really?” you shoot him a glance out of the corner of your eye. “Why?”

“I don’t know a lot of other teenaged superheroes,” he shrugs. “I thought we could be friends.”

See, Dad? You think viciously. I can make friends without your interference. I’ve found a friend loads better than Peter Parker. “Get me a change of clothes and we’ll talk.”

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“A radioactive spider, huh?”

“Yeah. And I know all about the Extremis. Killian.”

“Yeah. He murdered my mother and then tried to blow me up but my body didn’t reject the serum.”

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Your mother’s death is like a bruise; tender when you poke at it but livable with. “What about your parents?”

“Oh, they’re both dead.” Spider-man gives you a half-shrug. “I live with my aunt. My uncle used to live with us until he died.”

“Shit, dude.” You lay down on the skyscraper, hesitant, and fold your hands together over your stomach clad in the I <3 NEW YORK sweatshirt Spider-man bought you. Goosebumps rise on your exposed legs, courtesy of the NEW YORK sleep shorts he’d barely had enough money to buy at that sleazy mart. What would you want someone to say to you?

“Like you said. I’ve dealt.” Spider-man lies down next to you, watching the sun set.

“I guess we kinda have to be friends, right?” You say after a brief pause of silence. “We got all the heavy stuff out of the way.”

“Sweet!” His phone buzzes. He pulls it out and types a quick text to someone. You presume his aunt, considering that’s the only family he has. Or one of his friends.

You can hear the smile in his voice and it makes a smile spread across your face too. For the first time you feel the wind whipping and realize you’re not angry. You call the heat back immediately, both to warm yourself and to protect yourself. What if—?

“Can I do a livestream?” Spider-man props himself up on his elbow and holds up his phone, which displays his Instagram page.

“Sure?”

Spider-man rolls up his suit to just under his nose and starts recording a video. You notice he lowers his voice slightly, probably to make himself seem more mature, and roll your eyes. “Hey guys! You’ll never believe who I’m with right now.”

Immediately comments start to roll in and people start sending emojis, mainly hearts.

You wave at the camera before unlocking your phone and following him on Instagram, now that you know it is actually him. A minute ago you’d gotten the notification he’d followed you, so you figured it was only fair.

Spider-man starts to do a run-down of his day, leaving out the man you’d killed. “Then I gave Inferno here a churro and we went shopping because we’re besties.” He nudges you with his arm. “No, but seriously, we had to burn her clothes. I can’t believe that dude threw her in the dumpster. It was disgusting.”

You wrinkle your nose at the camera, actually enjoying playing along. It does make you wonder exactly how much he says on his social media is a cover-up of some sinister stuff. He seems perfectly fine at lying about why you needed new clothes.

“Okay, now I’ll answer some questions...” Spider-man browses the flood of questions. “Okay, well, you guys know I can’t just tell you my name. No, I haven’t seen Iron Man recently. No, I’m not an Avenger. Still. And no, I do not have a girlfriend... Why is everyone asking if Inferno is—no, she’s not!” His voice cracks again and you glance curiously at him, tucking your wild hair behind your ear. The wind is whipping it everywhere.

“What?”

Spider-man just waves a hand at you. “I can’t tell you guys my schedule, either, because the bad guys will take advantage of it. You guys know that. Sheesh. Okay, well, since you guys are being jealous and immature, I’m going to log off now. Bye!”

“Let me guess,” you say sarcastically. “Mostly female fans, huh?”

“It’ll be such a shock when they all find out I’m gay,” Spider-man jokes. At least, you think he’s kidding. After a beat, he clarifies. “I’m not. By the way.”

You shrug and transfer your gaze back to the skyline. The sky is starting to turn orange and pink. “I wouldn’t really care if you were.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Hey, you know what isn’t fair?”

“What?”

“You obviously know who I am. Everyone does.” Not to sound conceited or anything, Y/N, good going... “But the only thing I know about you is that your parents and uncle are dead and you got your powers from a radioactive spider.”

So what, you’re curious about who’s under the mask. Sue you.

“My middle name is Benjamin,” Spidey suggests. “But I’m not going to tell you the rest of it.”

“So I should refer to you as Benjamin?” You don’t take your eyes off the horizon, not wanting to seem or sound pushy.

“Please don’t.” You giggle as he pretends to gag. “You can call me Spidey. I know Spider-man is a long title. As long as I get to call you Y/N instead of Inferno.”

“Sure thing... Benjamin.”

“I should not have told you that,” Spidey sighs. “Um, what else... I, uh, go to high school.”

You nod. “I should still be in high school.”

“You graduated high school when you were fifteen and went to MIT, same as your dad, for two years, same as your dad, and graduated college summa cum laude...”

“Also same as my dad.” You sigh.

“Sorry. I’m just... kind of a fan.”

A weird warm feeling spreads in your stomach, but it’s not Extremis-heat. “That’s okay.”

“And then you were arrested.” Spidey’s tone turns a little bit dark. “You turned eighteen in the Raft.”

“Happy birthday to me,” you sigh.

“It was shitty what happened to you.”

“I’m out now.”

“Still,” he persists. “It sucks I can’t make it better.”

You laugh. “What would you do? We only became friends maybe fifteen minutes ago.”

Spidey sighs. “I know. It just sucks, right? All these powers and we still can barely make a difference in the world.”

You sit up halfway, propped up by your arm. Desperate to make the subject lighter, you say, “Speaking of powers. I know you’re sticky and all. What else?”

“Fast and strong.” Spidey shrugs. “Not much else.”

“Wanna race?”

Inferno Taglist:

@paullrud @eridanuswave @loveissupernatural @moistpotatobear @oh-annaa

Peter Parker x Reader Taglist:

@iconicbabesss

Forever Taglist:

@lemirabitur @annymcervantes @queenmissfit @quiet-because-it-is-a-secret @iksey @thehyperactiveteen @luxmoonlight

#peter parker #Peter Benjamin Parker #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fanfiction #reader insert #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #reader x peter parker #you x peter parker #tony stark #stark!reader

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propertyofnikkisthighs · 5 years ago

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Cigarettes and Regret PT 2. (Nikki X Reader)

As always, I am sensitive baby and yet I crave validation. So tell me what you think but please be nice. I’ve never really written smut until recently so I’m working on it. Also thank you for even reading this.

Warnings: Alcohol use, drug use, and SMUTTTT (it’s motley y’all)

Nikki and Tommy were different and yet exactly the same, if Tommy was a BB gun then Nikki was a glock. Tommy loved you, but didn’t really respect you as a girlfriend (as much as he respected you as a person); but Nikki could never love you and yet there was such a level as respect there it almost caught you off guard. Tommy was soft and caressing in bed with you and would touch you so gently you could cry then would up and leave you in bed alone or roll over to sleep. Nikki was dominating, rough, and needy in bed and would cause mild bodily harm (not that you complained) then would hold you to him while you talked about anything. They were the same personality though, they weren’t called the Terror Twins for nothing, and unfortunately they were both possessive.

You learned that the hard way when Nikki particularly had enough of your rubbing Tommy in his face. To be fair he had started it with a groupie and you were just returning the favor, but he didn’t like it despite having no right to be possessive of you. It had started in the green room at The Whiskey before one of their shows and continued to the afterparty at the dingey apartment. Motley was starting to sell out shows more and more and with that came bigger parties, more (better) drugs, and lots of groupies. You were sitting in Tommy’s lap in the green room before their show and he was placing kisses along your neck telling you something, but it was hard to concentrate with Nikki’s death glare through the mirror reflection.

“(Y/N), did you hear me?” Tommy asked lightly biting your shoulder catching your attention again.

“I’m sorry babe I got distracted, what were you saying?” You responded breaking your eye contact with Nikki to look at Tommy

“I was just saying how much I love you and that I’m grateful you have been here this whole time. Once we make it big I’m gonna make sure we have the wedding of your dreams” He smiled up at you rubbing your thigh. You choked on the whiskey you had been trying to take a sip of and it burned your nose causing some tears and a lot of coughing.

“WEDDING?!” You and Nikki said in unison looking at Tommy like he had three heads.

“Well yeah (y/n), you’re my girl and you’ve always been loyal to me and I can’t imagine my life with anyone else.” He acted as if the decision was already set in stone.

“Babe we...we haven’t even talked about this before” You suddenly felt very warm and uneasy “There isn’t any reason to get married.”

“Come on babe we’ve been dating forever okay, it’s sweet, it’s tradition, and my mom already loves you” He waved in the air as if to say it was settled and you felt your stomach fall into your calves.

Nikki suddenly pushed up from the table in front of the mirror and mumbled something about needing blow and his dick sucked. Now your stomach was really on the floor. He came back with a groupie in tow that was chomping her gum and gripping his arm like he was her life line. She pulled the small baggie of blow out of her..well not bra because you didn’t think she was wearing one under the tight leather top. Nikki grinned venomous, deadly right at you before snorting some off her tit and motioning for Vince to follow suit. She seemed to be pleased as punch and turned her attention to Tommy.

“You want to get in on this drummer?” She was bold. You were right there.

“Actually I have him covered” You snapped “And unless your plastic surgeon gave you a third boob somewhere I’d say you’re covered too”

“Doesn’t look like you have anything besides your whole body covered, nun” The groupie snapped back and you heard Nikki chuckle under his breath. Oh if looks could kill your glare would’ve vaporized him on the spot. Fine. Two could play this game.

“Tommy hand me your blow” You instructed and lifted your t-shirt (one of their shirts you had pitched in on getting made) off showing a thin black lacy bra that left nothing to the imagination. You poured a tiny bit of coke in the divot between your neck and collar bone and waited.

Tommy hesitated “Uh babe-”

“Well if you don’t want to do it maybe Sixx does” You cut him off flicking your gaze to Nikki who was smirking and about to come over making the groupie scoff.

“No” Tommy growled and did the bump out of the crevice you had placed it then swiped his tongue out to catch the remnants. You let out a soft breathy moan intentionally and caught his face in one of your hands and kissed him deeply. You allowed him to kiss you deeper and grope you a tiny bit in front of the boys. You pulled back and smiled at him as he met you with a big dopey smile of his own.

“See how could I not want to marry you babe. You’re so good to me” Tommy leaned his forehead against yours.

You felt immensely guilty because while you knew Tommy would enjoy what you did, you didn’t do it for him. It wasn’t long before they were called on stage and you made your way to the side to watch them play. Side stage was your favorite place to be for their shows because you could feel the bass in your chest and maybe because you had an unblocked view of the bass player from there. Nikki was being more aggressive with his bass than usual, hitting it more, swinging it around more, hell he was even rolling around on the stage more. It was kind of hot. When they finished the show with lighting Nikki on fire, as per usual, you saw him direct Mick to spray him with more alcohol and you were afraid they’d never get him put out for half a second before the flames were extinguished.

You walked back to the house with the boys hand in hand with Tommy making small talk with everyone but Nikki who was trying to take home the award for multitasking by making out with the groupie and walking at the same time. To say you were annoyed would be an understatement at this point. You didn’t know why he was punishing you like you had done something wrong. It made your heart hurt a little bit to know he would intentionally hurt you because of something Tommy said. You made your way through the window and immediately grabbed your tequila you had stashed in the kitchen for when you really needed to shut off and let loose.

“Damn (y/n)” Vince laughed climbing through the window seeing you with the bottle to your lips “Drinking to forget tonight or something?”

“More like drinking to celebrate a kick ass show” You lied with a big smile

“Think you’ll explore the wild side with us again?” He waggled his eyebrows at you while preparing lines on the counter

“(Y/N) doesn’t like coke remember” Tommy said getting ready to do a line

“She’s a changed woman T-Bone. She did it with me the other night” Nikki broke away from the groupie long enough to say.

“Wait what?” Tommy seemed almost hurt by the fact she did drugs with his best friend. It almost made her forget he had been cheating on her during that moment.

“Well you were apparently busy or something I couldn’t find you” You shrugged “I’ll do it with you tonight if you want me to babe.” You hoped you sounded innocent enough. Tommy’s infidelity was a “don’t ask, don’t tell” situation.

“Oh uh yeah I was trashed I think I passed out somewhere” He really was a terrible liar.

“So you gonna do it?” Vince asked excitedly.

“Yeah I’ll do it again” You agreed and took a line off the counter shortly after the rest of the boys (minus mick) took their lines.

You were trashed. Beyond trashed actually. You had lost track of Tommy a long time ago and it seemed Nikki had lost track of his groupie so if you had to guess the two were probably together. Gross. You went out of the window to smoke a cigarette and get fresh air, you might have overdone it with the tequila and coke and were starting to feel overwhelmed. It didn’t take long for Nikki to follow you out there and suddenly you were very aware of the parallels to the last time you were at one of their parties.

“Are you gonna marry him?” Nikki asked angrily. You couldn’t help the smile pulling at the corner of your lips and you wanted to make him squirm a little bit.

“Maybe. I think a rockstar husband would be a very good look for me, don’t you think?” You were challenging him.

“Yeah your name in papers all the time detailing how often your husband cheats sounds like a great life” He snapped lighting his own cigarette.

“Why do you care? It’s not like it affects you.” You were frustrated. Both of these guys you wanted didn’t want you completely. Why were you even wasting your time?

“Because I don’t think you should lower yourself to that position.” He was facing you, but you couldn’t look at him. Not right now. It was too intense.

“Oh what should I just stick around for you to fuck when groupies become too boring for you Sixx?” You suddenly whipped around to face him in your anger.

“Groupies always bore me.” He was smirking. What was so funny to him?

“Well this conversation is boring me. I’m gonna go fuck a random, you should do the same Sixx” You stubbed our your cigarette and made your way to the window. Your back suddenly came in contact with the wall.

“Why are you testing my patience (y/n)?” Nikki whispered into your ear. You shuddered from his breath ghosting against your ear.

“I don’t know what your mean” You feigned innocence.

“You have been antagonizing me since before the show and you fucking know it” Nikki growled.

“You got a groupie” You pouted.

“You are basically engaged to my best friend” He chuckled out darkly.

“And yet.” You looked up into his eyes and smirked.

“And yet.” He repeated and closed the distance between you.

Your mind was a whirlwind at the moment and you hated to admit you loved it. Nikki had you pinned against his wall with your hands above you while he littered your neck with hickies. You wouldn’t be able to explain those away and you knew Tommy would know what those are, but how could you care when Nikki was grinding his hips into yours? He released your hands and croached down lifting up your denim skirt slightly to pull your matching underwear down to your ankles then off and pushing your legs apart. He grabbed your ass and pulled you towards his face and he began licking your clit. You were whimpering and pulling his hair as he hummed against you never ceasing his licking. You felt yourself becoming close and your moans became more desperate and then he stopped and stepped away.

“Clothes off now and lay on the bed” He demanded and you obeyed watching as he slowly removed his own clothing before positioning himself between your legs. He leaned down and kissed you hard then grabbed your legs and put them on his shoulders.

“I don’t like to share (y/n). I don’t like to be antagonized. I don’t like not being in control. I’m going to make sure you remember all of this” He said right before he pushed his entire length into you. He didn’t waste time allowing you to adjust. He just thrust into you hard and fast. You were making high pitched noises and digging your nails into his shoulders and it only encouraged him. He moved one of your legs to wrap around his waist and put one of his hands on your throat.

“Fuck baby you feel so good” He groaned throwing his head back. His thrusts were getting sloppy so you knew he was close and you were getting close too. You felt the familiar sensation starting to build and you threw your head back, his name a prayer falling from your lips and he followed you shortly after.

Just like last time he pulled you to him and kissed you lazily trying to regain his normal breathing rate. You felt safe and warm and if you were naive, loved.

“Don’t marry him” Nikki whispered into the still air around you both.

“I never planned on it” You whispered back and you felt his arms tighten around you. You didn’t know what this meant and you didn’t understand Nikki; but at that moment, as sleep took over your body, you couldn’t give a fuck less.

#nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx fanfic #tommy lee x reader #tommy lee fanfic #motley crue fanfic

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seekingthestars · 5 years ago

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sarah watches the untamed: liveblogging adventures, part twenty seven episodes 46 + 47

(aka: wen ning and fairy are the real mvps here.)

alright y’all it’s been a week but now i’m snuggled up under a bunch of blankets with Emotional Support WangjiBun and WuxianBun and i am READY FOR THIS LET’S GOOO

episode 46:

“who could be worse than him!?!” ahhh have they finally decided there’s someone they hate more than wwx XD

oh god his son i forgot he’d had a son for a minute oh gross gross gross

poor little jin ling over here ;;

look i still hate clan leader yao, he will always irritate me

me and wwx have the same thoughts, it’s amazing how quickly these people will turn on someone lol i mean Dimples deserves it after being being A Whole Evil, but STILL

I’M ACTUALLY CACKLING, TWO HOURS AGO THEY WANTED TO KILL WWX AND NOW THEY’RE LIKE “HEY BUDDY :D YOU SHOULD HELP :D” LIKE COME ON -.-

ugh i love all the little lotus lanterns all over Lotus Pier, they’re so pretty ;;;;

wangji going into the ancestral hall with wuxian, he is good boy ;~~;

“after all, you two are sworn brothers.” ;AAAAAAAAA;

lan zhan about to smack jiang cheng

jiang cheng is hurting MY feelings, buddy no ;;

“Let him go.” WANGJI I LOVE YOU that was v attractive

WUXIAN ;AAAA;

WEN NING ;AAAA;

oh SHIT OH MY GOD WHAT

WUXIAN GAVE JIANG CHENG HIS GOLDEN CORE. THAT WAS ALL THE RESEARCH. IT WAS WEN QING. EVERYTHING MAKES SO MUCH SENSE BUT ALSO NOW EVERYTHING HURTS EVEN MORE

JIANG CHENG HE GAVE UP SO MUCH FOR YOU AND THEN YOU JUST HATE HIM I’M SAD :(

(bless this teeny extra peek we get of cape outfit) (wen ning is so sweet being so proud of his sister and calling her the best doctor of their section of the wen clan, also him in this entire sequence makes me ;; <3 wen ning is goodest boy ever)

WANGJI CRYING, JIANG CHENG CRYING, I’M CRYING, EVERYONE CRYING

WEN NING THANKING WANGJI FOR TAKING CARE OF YUAN, i’m so emotional

flashback to wangji finding yuan hiding in the burial mounds y’all i am legit so emotional

okay look wen ning is literally the best boy, wangji’s like “you didn’t tell him?” and he’s just, in his sweet little soft voice, “he’s happy now. i don’t want him to be less happy.” PLEASE. WHO COULD EVER HATE HIM. HE IS A SWEET SWEET BABY

OH MY GOD WUXIAN HAD TO BE AWAKE THE WHOLE TIME

weeps that explains why he looked so hurt when he was captured by wen chao, i remember thinking he looked really sick THAT’S WHY OH MY GOD BABY ;A;

TWO NIGHTS AND ONE DAY. WEEPING.

i’m squishing WuxianBun so much ;;

(unrelated but everything about lotus pier is so pretty, even the random lake looks lovely, sighs i love lotus pier)

YANLI ;AAAAA;

NOW WUXIAN IS CRYING when will this show stop making me so emotional, the answer is probably never

Wangji picking the lotus seed pod and handing it to wuxian and saying “Only today” bc he knows everything that’s been going on now and knows how upset wuxian must be and he’s going to let him have this little bit of home for today and oh my god FEELINGS

omg they ate so many XDDD

ohhhh sparkly golden butterfly PRETTY

guangyao (look i am TRYING to use his new name, i am MAKING AN EFFORT) came to lotus pier/yunmeng??? ohhhh boy

and we’re off to yunping city!

POOR NING BEING BULLIED but he’s so CUTE

i love sparkly butterfly magic it’s v v pretty

look i know it’s midnight but it’s been a moderately rough week and i don’t have anything going on tomorrow and despite the fact that this show makes me emotional it also makes me SO HAPPY so ONWARD

episode 47

oh my god wait a minute is wuxian trying to play matchmaker for wen ning bc i’m about to lose my mind laughing if that’s what’s happening right now

“he needs to make some friends at least! i think sizhui is the perfect candidate!!” I ALMOST MADE THE DUMBEST NOISE OH MY GOD WUXIAN OH MY GOD I’M DYING OF COURSE THEY WOULD BE FJEWAOIFA FAMILY

wangji being like “oh crap quick dodge the statement, turn and run” XDD

wen ning looks so SAD being told he should stay behind in the inn, omg actual baby wen ning

hmm guangyao why you out here buying temples

monk seems suspicious

the wonder trio back at it again, breaking in places, solving mysteries

ohhhh no spoopy smoke, that can’t be good

FAIRY. JIN LING MUST BE HERE

THERE HE IIIIIS

XICHEN? what are YOU doing here, buddy

excuse you, misters with the bows, you better freaking not shoot jin ling

JIN LING WHY ARE YOU CLIMBING THE WALL PLS BUDDY

wuxian being a great uncle and saving him but also COVER IS BLOWN

THE DIMPLES OF BETRAYAL ARE IN FULL FORCE TONIGHT

i audibly gasped at the shot of the wire cutting into wuxian’s throat NO

jin ling didn’t get away :(((((((

“Chase and kill it” DON’T YOU FREAKING DARE KILL FAIRY, YOU HAVE FOR SURE GONE TOO FAR GUANGYAO

Dimples is just SO EVIL feaiwofjawo;fewa god zzj plays such a GOOD evil villian

jin ling sitting a little behind xichen and clinging to his dad’s sword ;;;; like his dad’s sword is his security blanket and if he has it, he feels a little better ;;

i think the jin clan must teach a class in the art of the Sleeve Swish bc Zixuan did it, Jin Ling’s done it, Meng Yao’s out here sleeve swishing away

HUAISANG?!?!? MY BB

ughhhhh go away su she

“Why do you know the Lan principals so well?!” “I transcribed it so many times, I memorized it.....” “WHY THOUGH.” “it was my punishment.” “SHAME ON YOU.” FJEWIOFJEW HAHAHAHAHA

“Or else you will be pissed off by me.” I LAUGHED OUT LOUD GOD I LOVE WUXIAN SO MUCH

wangji has the freaking fastest reaction times, those reflexes

JIANG CHENG BURSTING IN LIKE THE MOST MAJESTIC ANGRY GRAPE

AND FAIRY!!!! Jin Ling looks so happy Fairy’s back T___T <3

Wangji’s -__- face as he holds up his sleeve for Wuxian to hide behind and Wuxian cheering on Fairy to bite Su She IT’S ADORABLE AND I LOVE IT

jiang cheng ain’t here to play around, y’all

god that SMIRK foejawif meng yao your dimples truly overflow with evil :(

jiang cheng ;;;

that delighted evil grin omg what iiiiiis iiiiiiiit

okay i guess i should stop and go to bed since it’s 1:45 but!!!! only three episodes left, this is insane!!!!!

#sarah watches the untamed #sarah watches #these liveblogs just seem to get longer and truly more stream-of-consciousness as we go along lol #i apologize for my random screaming and the billion random comments and too many screenshots XD

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mysticalmagicalunicornheart · 5 years ago

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I was just sitting here all depressed. I’m a bit sleep deprived. I went to sleep after 4 am, and was woken up by my husband saying I was so rude and a fucking hypocrite for not coming to bed last night. I tried to tell him that I didn’t come to bed because I couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to wake him. But he couldn’t hear that he had already made up his mind that he was mad at me 🤷🏼‍♀️ what can I do. So I let the dogs out and went back to sleep on the couch until 8.

I woke up and immediately jumped in th shower. The dogs were all piled on me so I kinda felt sweaty and I always try to wake myself up that way. I mean I only slept about 2 and a half hours total time last night. But today is a day I have to go to court and see LC Noel’s murderer—— it’s always stomach sickening to look at her all alive and getting to do life after killing a five year old. I just don’t get it, how can you sit there and act like you’re not guilty? I would never be able to live with myself I swear. I’d end up killing my self or happily go to prison forever. I’d do anything to make sure the family knew I was so sorry. But not that gross woman can’t do that....

Tonight I guess we’re going to a MADD candle light tree lighting thing in uptown. I hate going out and doing anything but I wouldn’t want to miss anything for my niece Noel. The same way as if she were still here with us I’d show up for her anytime I can and that won’t stop now. So I’m going even tho I am completely exhausted.

Well I have about and hour or so to get some cleaning done and smoke before court. So I’m trying to lift myself up a little bit and become more positive. I was browsing all these depression blogs like SAME, exactly!!!, I thought I was the only one!! ..... yadayadayada....but at the same time I asked myself. Is that who you want to be?

fuck no.

I can’t let myself get like that I don’t want to feel the same. I’m getting help, I’m gonna put in the work on myself for myself.

I am sad— depressed after trauma—and a part of my heart will always be this broken because losing Noel broke me. I am gonna have bad days, I’m gonna have sleepless nights, I’m going to have to see terrible people, I’m going to have to stop the bullshit and remind myself that Noel wouldn’t like who I was becoming and neither did I. I want to be the best version of me. The best Wife, sister, daughter, aunt mom etc... I strive to always be the best for my relationships and that is why I fight so hard. And I notice that sometimes I’m fighting with myself because I am trying to make everyone happy and don’t feel like anyone notices. But I know that is my mental illness talking. So I am trying to be better at recognizing that.

I don’t want to be so sad anymore. I don’t want to let depression kill me. I don’t want Noel’s deaths to overshadow all the life she put inside me.

So today from this day forward I’m going to be fucking working so hard on myself and never stop working on myself. No trauma and tragedy is going to stop me because that is an unfortunate part of life. And a huge part of mine too, but I love myself when I am happy. I love being happy. And although it is gonna be hard to find happiness somedays. Ya kno “ how can i be happy without Noel here” “ how can I be happy when my sister is suffering so hard and she can’t find happiness” it’s rough for me it’s gonna be rough, but I have the vision and goal in my head that maybe I just need to be that first step and leader in our family. And what I mean by that is I will lead our family through grief and not let it destroy us. Not let it destroy the people we want to be. We are gonna be sad, mad, angry and everything in between but we can’t just jump in the pot and let those emotions marinate or that’s what we will become. The mad, sad, angry, and everything in between family. I want to be the family that stands strong together through it all, holding each other up when we need it but never let the other fall under at least not for long. Life doesn’t have to miserable without Noel. I imagine all the things it could have been with her here-that’s painful- but I’m not gonna alllow my life to become miserable. Gonna Live loud and carefree and always Love Like Noel. She truly inspires me and she has again today. I’m grateful for the connection I share with her because I still feel it. It’s weird, I know but I talk to her and she shows me things.. opens my mind I know I sound crazy but it’s real. You can’t lose connections with people after death I think it’s still there but you have to be really open minded to find it and keep it alive.

It’s Hard to be positive around my family. They’re so negative and I get it so I can’t be like okay y’all come on.. cause I get it I’m feeling it too. I’m hurt. But I can’t believe that this is how we’re supposed to live now? Noel would not be cool with us living like we’re broken, unable to function the way we wish. I’m not doing that anymore.

Somethings gotta change cause this isn’t working. Here goes today is the first day on the way to getting a better life for me and my loved ones.

#real life #life blog #depression #grief #grief story #overcoming #advice #rant #random ramblings #hightimes #i want to be happy #i choose to be happy #missing you #losing myself #finding my way #back on the map

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oneblckcoffee · 6 years ago

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Only Us [1]

Pairing - Mob!Harrison x Mob!Fem!Reader

Word Count - 2092

Warnings - swearing, brief mentions of alcohol and smoking

A/N - hey guys, this is my very first attempt at writing anything of this manner but this was a concept that really intrigued me and I want to see where this story goes and I hope y’all do too! Also, big thanks to @johnsambrosemcclaren for convincing me to write this because I really wouldn’t have, otherwise. Let me know your thoughts/opinions on this and if you’d want to be tagged in the future. Enjoy!!

chapter 2

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“Rise and shine, princess!” Tom yelled as he barged into Harrison’s room, making his way towards the window and parting the curtains to let the sunshine in.

The room was a mess, to say the least. Clothes were strewn across the floor without care, empty beer bottles present on every free surface. The place reeked of alcohol mixed with the residual smell of nicotine from various overflowing ash trays, littered throughout the room.

The sunlight bathed the room with warmth as it fell on the bed, where Harrison lay under several comforters clearly enjoying his slumber.

A slight stirring under the blankets indicated that he was waking up, the grumbling indicating that he wasn’t quite happy about it.

“Get out,” he said through gritted teeth as he slowly gained consciousness, the abrupt wake up call aggravating his hangover.

“It’s one in the fucking afternoon, mate. Get a move on or we’re gonna be late.” Tom made his way over to the bed and ripped the covers off of Harrison, lying spread eagle on his bed, wearing only his briefs.

“What the fuck are you even on about?” Harrison groaned as he tried to lift his head up to look at his best friend.

“Don’t tell me you’ve honestly forgotten? Mate, we’ve been through this so many times. We’re meeting with Y/N in like two hours!”

“Who?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Tom sighed, trying hard to maintain his composure. “We have a meeting with Y/N Y/L/N, in two fucking hours, to discuss the merger,” said Tom, as he made his way to Harrison’s closet to pick out some fresh clothes for him for the day. “That ring any bells?”

“Ugh, that.”

Tom stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t believe how little Harrison cared about the one meeting that had the potential to finally turn things around for them, to pull them out of the hole they dug themselves in. He was almost determined to yell at his best friend, but refrained. He knew that today was going to be a long day and he needed Harrison in a relatively good mood, if that were even possible, because even the slightest thing could ruin their chances. So, he closed his eyes, inhaled deeply and turned towards the boy who was finally sitting up on the bed.

“Get dressed, we leave in half an hour. We’ve a long fucking drive ahead.”

And with that he walked out of the room leaving Harrison to his devices.

—

“Tell me about them one last time,” you pleaded as you sat in the passenger seat of the car, anxiously running your hands through your hair in attempts to distract yourself.

“We’ve been through this five times already. You’ve got to stop worrying, love.” Michael placed a hand on your knee and looked away from the road to give you a comforting smile. “I know you’re anxious about this, and that’s justified. But you can’t let this throw you off your game, alright? You’re too good for that.”

You let out a sigh, your lips forming into a small smile. You place your hand on top of Michael’s, squeezing it gently. Michael had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. Hell, after everything that had happened these past few years, he was practically family to you. He was always there for you, no questions asked.

“Please, just one last time?”

“Alright.” Michael pulled his hand away from yours, placing it on the steering wheel, his jaw clenching slightly as his expression became more sombre.

“Harrison Osterfield. The golden boy. There wasn’t much of a business when he’d taken over from his father. He’s practically had to build himself up from scratch to where he is now; well at least where he was before he fucked it all up. He was the unofficial king of the London mob for the better part of the past decade. Well, that’s until you popped up on the radar. The details of how things went tits up for them are a bit murky ‘cause at this point it’s just a clusterfuck of elaborate rumours. But yeah, until two years ago, he was on top of the world and now he’s free falling. He’s got himself into a stupid turf war with some newbies, his business is failing and some sources say he’s in debt too. This deal is his Get-Out-of-Jail-Free card. He needs this, he needs you, more than you need him. Remember that, because they’re going to give you shit from the moment you walk in there.”

You listened to him patiently, your mind going over every possible way in which this meeting could play out. You weren’t quite sure whether you wanted to go through with the deal yet or not, but one meeting couldn’t hurt right? Worst case scenario - you leave the bar with two more people on the list of those who hated your guts. That was something you could live with.

“Can I ask you something?” Michael questioned, pulling you from your thoughts. When you only hummed in response, he took it as a sign to continue.

“Why’re you doing this? This deal is bold, even by your standards. I just hope you’ve thought this through enough.” Michael blurted out, frustration evident in his tone even though he tried to hide it.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, mate.” You scoffed, sarcastically. You could see where he was coming from, but you’d be lying if you said that him doubting your plan didn’t hurt you.

“Well, Mikey, when you see a way in you gotta take it. They’re weak, you say, so that tells me that they’re willing to give up more than they’d be comfortable with. And even though they’re a mess right now, the Osterfield name still holds a lot of power, and I personally wouldn’t mind the protection that comes with it, seeing as I don’t really have friends in the business. Also, I’d rather be a partner with this Osterfield now, when he’s a mess, than try to compete against him for power later. That answer your question?”

Michael could sense the anger that you were trying to hide. But more importantly, he could see the hurt that the anger was masking.

“You know that’s not how I meant it, yeah? I trust your judgment, sometimes more than I trust mine. But you get why I had to ask you that, yeah?” Michael said, a bit regretful, bringing the car to a halt.

“Yeah, I know,” you scoffed and got out of the car before he could say anything else.

—

“Mate, where the fuck is she?”

Harrison and Tom had been waiting at the bar for nearly half an hour. It was a grimy place, in the middle of nowhere. The bartender, a man in his early fifties, kept glancing towards the boys as he went about his day, steadily growing wary of their presence.

“She’ll be here, let’s just wait another ten minutes and if she doesn’t show up then we leave, alright?” Tom tried reasoning with him. He’d watched Harrison grow uneasy with every passing second that they spent there waiting for you, unarmed and with no backup. He was painfully aware that this could have all been a set up to single them out and get rid of them, but his desperation to save the drowning business got the better of him and he agreed to your terms.

Harrison let out a frustrated groan, stood up from the booth they were occupying and made his way to the bar to get himself a drink. He didn’t want to be there and he made sure that Tom knew it. This entire proposal was Tom’s idea, him being the one that had reached out to you and the one who’d convinced Harrison to agree to the potential business deal.

To say that the Osterfield business was not booming would be a gross understatement. For the past couple of years, the so-called King of the London mob had lost his handle on things, to put it gently. They were rapidly losing control of their territory and sales were dwindling. Tom had, involuntarily and much to his displeasure, become the de facto leader of the Osterfield gang. He wasn’t a fan of the immense pressure and responsibilities that came with taking over his friend’s empire but more importantly he hated having stand by the sidelines and watch his friend lose himself and not be able to do much about it. He’d tried to keep them afloat as best as he could but he knew that he wasn’t the right man for this job; he wasn’t a leader, he never had been. He knew that he needed to get Harrison’s head back in the game and simultaneously dig them out of the hole they’d trapped themselves in, and the only way he could kill both those birds with one stone was you.

Tom was lost in his thoughts, his worries and anxieties almost consuming him. He didn’t even notice Harrison re-join him at the booth, a glass of whiskey in hand. The door opened with a soft thud, pulling Tom out of his thoughts. When he saw you standing in the doorway, a wave of relief swept through his body and he never thought he’d be so delighted to see a stranger.

—

You left the car and made you way towards the shabby bar, Shaw’s. It was old and extremely run down and didn’t see much foot traffic. However, it had a certain charm to itself, as if time stopped when one’s there, that’d drawn you to it on multiple occasions.

You reached the door and you placed your hand on the knob, but you stood at the threshold for a moment. You could feel Michael’s green eyes staring into the back of your head, but he wouldn’t dare interrupt you because he knew exactly what you were doing. This was the calm before you walked headfirst into the storm, and you needed your wits about you.

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. And just like that, as if a switch within you had been flipped, you were filled with confidence and certainty. You were in control and you loved every second of it.

When you finally pushed the door open it collided with the wall, cracking some of the plaster that barely held onto the walls. Two heads instantly jerked towards the door and you couldn’t help but notice the relief in the eyes of one of the boy’s and the annoyance in the other’s.

“This is going to be interesting,” you thought to yourself, as a small smirk made its way onto your face. You locked eyes with the blue eyed blonde. His cold and calculating eyes travelled up and down your figure, as if he had terminator vision. You made your way to the bar, breaking your eye contact only when turned to greet the man behind the bar.

“Hey Alf, how’ve you been?” You smiled at the bartender, as you sat on a stool. Alfie, the owner of Shaw’s, made his way to where you and Michael were sitting, a warm smile gracing his features. The two of you had always got along well; you reminding him of a daughter he’d lost and him dishing out fatherly advice whenever he thought you could use it the most.

“Ah, Y/N! Haven’t seen you in these parts of town in a while. I thought you’d forgotten about me,” said Alfie, feigning hurt.

“Never!” You gasped, smiling brightly at the man stood before you.

Alfie places his forearms on the wood and leaned closer to you. “So, love, are those two divs here for you?” He whispered, nodding his head slightly in the direction of Harrison and Tom who’d been listening in on your conversation this entire time.

“Maybe,” you teased, turning around to look at them only for a moment, your eyes finding Harrison’s almost immediately, “Aw, are you worried about me, old man?”

“Worried about them, more like.” Alfie huffed. “If they were sensible they’d have left fifteen minutes ago. I just hope they don’t piss you off too much, for their own sake.”

“That’s more like it.” You scoffed, getting up from your seat at the bar. Having made them wait long enough, you finally walked over to the booth that they were occupying, sliding in to sit across from the two of them.

“Hello, boys.”

Chapter 2

#harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #mob!au #mob!harrison #mob!haz #mob!reader #harrison x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x y/n #harrison osterfield x you #haz osterfield x reader #haz osterfield x y/n #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield fanfic #harrison osterfield fanfiction #haz osterfield fic #haz osterfield fanfiction #untitled

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amyhugsx · 5 years ago

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Do questions 1 - 44. Fuck it.

y’all are wild. i did 0 too.

0: Height

5’8

1: Age

2: Shoe size

7 or 7.5

3: Do you smoke?

smoke what?

4: Do you drink?

~socially~

5: Do you take drugs?

no :)

6: Age you get mistaken for

anywhere between 19-25

7: Have tattoos?

yes

8: Want any tattoos?

no they hurt, but i’ll do my back eventually

9: Got any piercings?

earz

10: Want any piercings?

no y’all are gross

11: Best friend?

beau breezy

12: Relationship status

dead inside

13: Biggest turn ons

when he sends fire memes and can provide comic relief as distraction when i want to die

14: Biggest turn offs

everything

15: Favorite movie

i hate movies

16: I’ll love you if...

you bring me red bull after we bang

17: Someone you miss

ri guy!!!

18: Most traumatic experience

i watched riley turn blue in our bathroom because he was basically overdosing on fentanyl

19: A fact about your personality

i’ll send u my birth chart ;)

20: What I hate most about myself

most? i can only pick one?

i wish i was better at expressing my feelings

21: What I love most about myself

i think i am cool

22: What I want to be when I get older

dead

23: My relationship with my siblings

i text them happy birthday

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

i also text them happy birthday

25: My idea of a perfect date

ignoring each other while sending memes

26: My biggest pet peeves

dirty fingernails and flip flops

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

the only cool person i’ve ever met

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

there’s so many people i dislike

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

to make them leave me alone hehe

30: What I hate the most about work/school

i hated literally everything about school, i love my job though

31: What my last text message says

“ope”

32: What words upset me the most

when kayla says “Private”

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

anything that compliments my work ethic or something i accomplished

34: What I find attractive in women

women r amazing

35: What I find attractive in men

men are terrible

36: Where I would like to live

palmerston island

37: One of my insecurities

my life is a crippling insecurity

38: My childhood career choice

an artist!

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

anything vegan

40: Who I wish I could be

i dunno some dead guy

41: Where I want to be right now

42: The last thing I ate

pasta

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

ope

44: A random fact about anything

otters rape baby seals

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dcrothy · 6 years ago

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hello friends !! it’s ya hoe moose (she/her) & i’m 21 and chillin over in the cst. i’m jazzed af to join this lovely group and rp with u all !! my gal dorothy here is a semi-new muse & i’m still working some stuff out with her but.....hopefully u like her anyway lmaooo. i would love love love to plot with u all so feel free to HMU or just LIKE THIS and i’ll come to you !! if you prefer to chat on discord just hmu on there instead, that’s chill with me. also bc i am such a.....pinterest hoe u can catch her board HERE !! more info abt her under the cut of course~

[ kristine froseth, cisfemale, she/her, 20 ] GINGER by THE FRONT BOTTOMS? whenever i hear that song, it reminds me of DOROTHY LINDVIG. maybe because they’re VIVACIOUS but also ALOOF. they’ve been living at mulberry apartments since AUGUST of 2016 in 410 and have 1 ROOMMATE.

tw: trauma, eating disorder, drug use !!

ok so !!!! first thing’s first, she usually does by the nickname dolly. but she doesn’t care too much abt what u call her u can call her fuckass and she’d just be like what’s up

she’s a town native !!! grew up in a shitty area w a kind of shitty family. parents were never around, always off on benders or just....generally bein shitty parents. dolly & her older brother had to learn how to take care of themselves when they were pretty young and they’ve always done just fine. they didn’t have a lot of money so dolly got pretty good at playing up the cute lil girl role and getting free stuff out of ppl

as much as she claims she relies only on herself, she also relies heavily on the kindness of strangers bc without them she definitely would have gone hungry for real

in order to stay away from her house as much as possible she would hang out at the skating rink as a kid & eventually after stealing a pair of skates from the lost & found she taught herself how to skate & eventually figure skate as well. she’s always wanted to go pro but.....obviously couldn’t afford the training

her brother used to throw pretty big ragers in their place when their parents were gone so......she started drinking & doing drugs at a pretty young age & just generally hanging out with ppl who were much older than her & v bad influences.

trauma tw !! it was at one of these parties that she had a traumatic experience w one of her brother’s friends. she was 13 and she still hasn’t told anyone about what happened. it happened on more than one occasion and her brother is still friends w this boy so she just.....does her best to avoid him & pretend that nothing ever happened bc she refuses to acknowledge her trauma

she was pretty popular in school but never rly felt like she had any true friends ??? none of her relationships were all that deep and she mostly just hung out with people to get free stuff LMAO and like rides places i guess

but she does have her lil group of friends that she truly cares abt and when she actually cares abt u.......she’s around for LIFE u cant get rid of her sorry

she got emancipated when she was 16 and has been living on her own ever since. at first she’d would just stay at friend’s houses and sleep on their couches, but that stopped when she finally got a job at the skating rink teaching kids how to skate & got a new place to live. she’s been chillin working there and living in the apartment building for a couple of years now

despite the fact she has a job, a good portion of her income doesn’t even rly come from that ??? she has......a sugar daddy who finances most of her spending

that is.....a v brief outline of her life up until this point but imma talk a bit abt her personality now

she is.....very magnetic tbH. knows how to draw in a group and keep them interested

knows how to bat her eyelashes and flirt if it means she’ll get something out of it

she’s kind of mean, kind of not ??? she is v moody a lot of the time tbh like it’s either hit or miss with her. sometimes she’ll be in the mood to have a big long chat and in a split second she’ll be telling u to fuck off

likes to know everyone else’s drama but doesn’t like having drama of her own

kind of does her own thing ???? marches to the beat of her own drum. doesn’t rly follow any rules. she’s just out here

does most things out of spite. even if she doesn’t want to do something, if someone tells her she cant do something she’s gna do it no matter what

very animated and lively. the type to dance in the middle of the grocery store if a song she likes is playing

also the type to dance on tables at the club

doesn’t rly care what ppl think about her but.....does at the same time ??? if ur important to her she cares deeply abt ur opinion but if not........she doesn’t give a FUCK

makes homes out of people far too easily & it’s fucked her up!!!!!

she always has to keep herself busy or else she’ll lose her mind :))))

will do.......literally anything to get something for free ??? doesn’t matter what it is or who u are. she can HATE u but.....she will still blow u behind the 7/11 for a free slurpee u know

i wouldn’t say she’s hypersexual but she is highly sexual thx to her trauma !!!

she is friendly yet distant at the same time so like......while she will happily talk to u and hang out with u and whatever she avoids deep conversation topics ig ??? she always finds a way to leave or change the subject when it gets serious or make a joke out of things bc she can’t.........talk abt stuff ajsdfjkgdjgk

a very witty & clever girl. she’s v smart and would have done well in school had she had a slightly better life & didn’t have to worry abt whether or not she would starve

some extra tidbits abt her !!!

p much all of her clothing is vintage/thrifted. she likes to re-purpose old clothes and make them her own. but her aesthetic is v vintage. shoes are her fave & she’s always wearing some funky type of boot or platform shoe

just a real fashion bitch !!!!

catch her online shopping at almost any given moment

mental breakdown haircuts at 2am are her Mood

she loves going to cute lil vintage diners & drinkin a cherry coke. she....actually is lowkey addicted to pop

can’t keep a relationship to save her life. will date someone and put herself FULLY into the relationship but.......will either get bored or cheat on them or put them up on a pedestal so it’s destined to fail after one lil mistake.

she is a self-sabotager like that bc she doesn’t believe she’s deserving of love or any good things really

smokes cigarettes

drug use tw !! smokes a lot of weed probably. also does a lot of cocaine. has a coke addiction, in fact

her fave colour is red

she has a cat named freddie who she adores more than anything else on the planet

likes to play poker & gamble

will literally try anything once

hates herself & is rotting inside!!!!!!!!!!!!

eating disorder tw !! another symptom from her trauma is the eating disorder she developed as a teen. food is.....one of her few things in life she can fully control so she controls it a Lot. she’ll go days without eating just to feel more in control & then often times after restricting a certain food for a v long time she’ll go on a massive binging and purging and it’s awful ://////

just wants to have fun and forget abt how disgusting she feels on a daily basis & how much she hates herself :))))))))))

generally just.............a messy bitch

this is......a LOT. i don’t have a full wc page or anything yet but here r some ideas ig ???

friends !! ppl that don’t actually know her all that well but she pretends they do anyway

exes !! ya girl puts her whole entire being into relationships even tho she runs away from them right after bc self sabotage ???? so she prob isn’t on good terms with any of her exes but......she’s my bi queen so this is open to anybody!!!!

a drug dealer

party buddies

fwbs & hookups, that kinda thing

maybe someone she cheated on a partner with ??? for Drama

or like....someone who’s relationship she fucked up idk

maybe someone who has a crush on her or something & she’s like.......pls don’t what r u doing

someone she has a crush on & avoids them like the plague bc feelings are gross

a good influence

idK i want angst & cute fluffy stuff so just.........everything pls thank uuuu

and ofc.............the song connections i’ve sent to the main~

that was a LOT im sorry y’all but..........come plot w me pleaseeee :’)

#soundintro #this is a Lot i'm sorry y'all rip

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blacksiren · 7 years ago

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21 Supernatural Imagines

ok, so, in honour of @teamfreewill-imagine‘s birthday i have written 21 imagines for her because last year she wrote me a 7-day smutathon and i figured i had to pay her back at some point... i wrote over 10,000 words in four days - these were meant to be less than 400 words each but the longest one ended up being 742. whoopsies...

happy birthday, abii!!! ♥

Below the cut: 21 Supernatural and Supernatural RPF imagines.

Warnings: fluff, mild pain, (idk each imagine title pretty much tells the story so you can work out what it entails)

1. Imagine Danneel crashing your panel at a convention.

“I can’t believe they told y’all that! I freaking hate them so much,” you laughed along with the audience.

The fan at the microphone had just told you that Jared and Jensen had spoken about you at their previous panel. They had apparently told the story of you having a little too much to drink at the annual Christmas meal in Texas and how you ran through a water fountain fully clothed and in high heels before jumping into a bush and having to be rescued.

“Ok, y’all have to bear in mind that this was my first cast party where I was of legal drinking age in the States. I’ve been allowed to drink in Europe for the past 5 years, and I’m legal in Vancouver, but this year I turned twenty-one so I was allowed to drink at the party in Texas for the first time and everyone knew that,” you started.

You paused, unsure how to tell this story without coming across as someone who didn’t know their limit when it came to alcohol.

“People were buying me drinks all night because it was the first time they legally could and I also bought a few rounds purely because it felt exciting to purchase alcohol in America. I’m a weirdo,” you laughed again to ease some tension you felt.

You put your head in your hands to hide your embarrassment.

“Oh god, I can’t believe I’m telling this story!” you murmured.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to. I will!” you turned your head at the familiar sing-song voice as the crowd drowned out the end of Danneel’s sentence.

You saw her walking out with a microphone in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

She smiled at you knowingly and handed you the bottle of water.

You thanked her, undoing the cap and taking a much needed sip.

“So, where shall I start?” Danneel asked, winking at you.

“Are you really going to do this to me?” you asked her, getting up from your stool so that you were both standing, and putting your bottle under the chair.

“Hell yeah!” she started, “Any chance I can get to tell the story of how an inebriated twenty-one-year-old ran through a water fountain fully clothed, jumped into a bush, and had to be rescued by an also-slightly-drunk ‘gargantuan moose man’,” she finished, quoting Misha’s term for Jared that seemed to have stuck.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” you mock-complained.

She slung her arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to her.

“That’s what fake moms are for!” she teased, the side of her head against your own.

“Okay let’s get this show over with,” you relented, accepting defeat and preparing to be humiliated.

2. Imagine being pregnant with Sam’s child.

You clutched the scan in your hands, your heart pounding in your chest as you heard the Impala pull into the motel parking lot.

You heard the doors slam and the muffled noise of voices coming through the walls.

You quickly tucked the scan into your pocket as the handle of the room opened and Dean entered, followed by Sam.

“Hey boys!” you sing-songed, both of them picking up on your odd behaviour and going to ask what was going on.

“Are you-” Dean started.

“Can I speak to Sam?” you interrupted, “Alone.”

Dean looked between you and Sam before turning and heading for the door he just came through.

“I’ll go get some dinner,” he murmured on the way out.

“Hey, what’s up?” Sam asked, moving towards you after the door had shut.

You lowered yourself onto the couch, careful of how you sat with the scan in your jeans pocket.

“I-” you started, your throat suddenly dry.

Sam sat next to you, putting a hand on your knee and looking at you, concerned.

You decided to pull out the scan instead, holding it face down and fiddling with the corners.

“What’s that?” he asked hesitantly.

You handed it over to him and he turned it over in his large hands.

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out, “I’m sorry. But… I’m pregnant.”

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Baby, don’t apologise,” Sam whispered, holding your hands in his own and smiling big, “We’re having a baby.”

“Yeah. I guess we are,” you smiled back.

3. Imagine Jensen coming home drunk.

“Hellooooo?”

You heard the voice hollering from the bottom of the stairs as you sat in bed reading.

You put your book down on the bedside table when you saw your husband poke his head around the bedroom door.

“Hello, my love,” Jensen drawled.

“Well hello there,” you chuckled.

He slowly and unsteadily made his way to the foot of the bed, throwing himself down on top of the sheets.

“You’ve still got your shoes on!” you chastised, noticing his boots dangling off the edge of the bed.

He kicked them off without even responding.

“Better?” he looked up at you with hooded eyes.

“Better,” you confirmed.

Jensen kneeled on the bed, pulling at your legs until you were lying flat on the mattress before crawling over you.

He leant in to kiss you sloppily.

“You taste like alcohol,” you laughed, trying to push him away as his scruff tickled you, “Oh my god, Jensen, you stink! Have you been smoking?”

He rolled his lips together, avoiding your gaze.

“Take your clothes off,” you ordered, “Before you make our bed gross,” you added when you noticed Jensen’s eyebrows raise in expectation.

He hastily tried to get his clothes off and you laughed at the uncoordinated commotion.

“We are not, I repeat not, having sex tonight. I can see it in your eyes and the answer is no, Ackles,” you told him.

“Someone’s bossy tonight,” he grumbled, climbing into bed beside you in just his underwear, facing away from you.

“Jensen’s not going to feel too fresh in the morning,” you whispered, slinging your arm over his waist and fitting yourself against his back.

“Jensen will be fine,” he murmured, “This is all Nesnej.”

4. Imagine Ruby asking you out for drinks.

You made your way outside of the motel room to get some air. You always hated being cooped up when you were restless and you just needed to walk it off, burn some energy.

You spotted Dean and Ruby talking in the parking lot, you didn’t want to pry so you stayed hidden behind a truck.

“I remember what it’s like,” you overheard Ruby say to Dean.

“What what’s like?” he asked gruffly.

“Being human,” she responded, her voice laced with sadness.

You emerged from your lurking spot, feeling guilty for eavesdropping and not wanting to impose on the conversation any longer.

Dean saw you approaching and straightened up, putting on his bravado-big-brother stance.

“Hey,” you said as you got closer, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re fine,” Dean said, “I was just headed back in anyway, you coming?”

“I’m gonna stay out here a bit,” you told him, “I need to stretch my legs.”

He shot a warning look towards Ruby.

“You can trust her, Dean,” you told him, semi-annoyed at his inability to believe that Ruby was a good person.

He nodded slowly, making his way back towards the motel.

“I’m gonna take a walk,” you said to Ruby, “Wanna come?”

She didn’t respond but fell into step next to you when you turned and started moving away.

You walked for a couple of minutes in complete silence, side by side.

“I have a question,” Ruby asked, breaking the silence.

“Shoot,” you told her.

“Would you like to get a drink some time?” she asked boldly, no hesitation.

You let out a chuckle, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“How do you know I’m into girls?” you asked her.

“Please,” she drawled, “I have two eyes and half a brain.”

You laughed, “Okay, I guess I’m not very subtle.”

“About as subtle as that damn colt,” she teased.

You smiled and shook your head, thinking about your answer.

“So…” Ruby pressed.

You thought about it for a minute; thought about how your brothers would react, how they would tell you it’s a bad idea, how you shouldn’t get involved with a demon. And you knew all this anyway, you just couldn’t help falling for Ruby.

You felt helpless whenever you were around her, as if she had full control of your thoughts and emotions.

Of course, if you told her this she’d just respond with her same old line– ‘Uh, demon. Manipulative’s kind of in the job description.’

“Okay,” you admitted, “Yeah. I’d like that.”

You caught the smile that crept onto her face that she instantly tried to hide.

“It’ll be fun,” you murmured, to yourself as much as to Ruby.

She shot you a knowing wink, “Damn straight, cherry pie.”

5. Imagine Jared taking you to a Cowboys game.

“Where are we going?” you asked for the fifth time that weekend.

It was your birthday weekend and so far Jared had taken you shopping to buy a present, to the cinema to see a movie, out to a fancy dinner, and to breakfast somewhere out of your home city.

“This one is the biggest surprise,” he confirmed, not giving anything away.

“So… where are we going?” you repeated, looking at him as his eyes focused on the road.

He chose not to respond, knowing that anything he said would get questioned further by your naturally nosey attitude.

“Fine,” you relented, putting your feet up on the dash board of his car and staring out the window and the road.

You drove for another twenty minutes until Jared spoke.

He handed you a blindfold, “Put this on.”

“What? Are you crazy? I’m not wearing this.”

“Just…” he sighed, “Please. This is the last surprise. I have managed to keep this from you for the last few weeks so please, just put the blindfold on.”

You were taken aback by his pleading so you did as you were asked, curious but also not wanting to ruin Jared’s plans.

“Thank you,” he murmured, realising he may have been a little harsh.

“I feel ridiculous,” you told him, lightening the tension in the car, “You better not be planning on murdering me. Or if you are, at least take this blindfold off when you’re done – I don’t want to be found in this.”

He laughed and you smiled, turning to face him (or so you hoped).

“You’re pretty when you laugh,” you told him, grinning and trying to find his face with your fingers.

“You can’t even see me,” he told you, pushing your blindly groping hand away.

“I don’t need to. I just know,” you responded nonchalantly, facing the front again.

Another ten minutes passed before Jared pulled the car to a stop.

“You can’t take it off yet,” he ordered, and you heard the driver’s door shut.

“What-?” you were cut off as your door opened, “Is this one of your kinky games?”

Jared ignored you, lifting you down from the car easily and holding on to your hand as he shut the passenger door and locked the car.

“Now, just trust me,” he whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Always.”

He leant down to kiss you chastely before beginning to walk you, holding you close to his side, still holding onto your hand as you brought your other hand up to cling onto his arm.

You could feel the presence of people around you but had no idea where you were or how many people were watching you walking around in a blindfold like an idiot.

Jared stopped you and you could feel him in front of you. You reached your hands out and placed them on his chest.

“Oh,” you said in mock-disappointment, “I thought you were going to be shirtless. I thought that was the surprise.”

He peeled the blindfold from your eyes and held your face in his large palms, leaning down to kiss you as your eyes adjusted to being in the light.

He stepped to the side of you so you could finally see where you had been brought to.

Right in front of you was the Dallas Cowboys football stadium and your jaw went slack in excitable shock.

“No,” you breathed, unable to believe that Jared had actually brought you to a football game.

“Yep,” he confirmed, laughing at your expression.

“You,” you started, leaning up to cup his face, “Are the best boyfriend in the world.”

You pulled him down into a kiss before Jared put his sunglasses on and you walked hand-in-hand into the stadium.

6. Imagine Genevieve throwing you a surprise party.

“Babe, have you seen my black heeled boots?” you shouted down the stairs of your house.

“Top shelf of the closet!” she yelled back.

“What would I do without you?” you muttered to yourself as you reached up to get your shoes.

You made your way downstairs, grabbing your clutch from the edge of the bed and hooking the thin chain over your shoulder.

You stopped in the doorway to the kitchen when you took in what your girlfriend was wearing.

Genevieve stood at the middle counter, her maroon dress swinging gently around her calves as she prepared something on the surfaces.

You crept up behind her, putting your arms around her waist and leaning your head on her shoulder.

“How did you even reach that top shelf to put my boots there?” you teased, “You’re so tiny.”

“Very funny,” she remarked, turning in your arms and leaning up to kiss you.

Gen took you by the hand and led you towards the garden.

“Where are we going?” you questioned inquisitively, laughing at her energy.

“I want to show you something quickly.”

“Babe, we’re going to be late. If I wanted to be late to dinner I’d have asked for some quick birthday sex before we left,” you joked, stopping on your back porch as Gen did.

You heard someone clear their throat and you looked out into the garden as a cacophony of voices hit you.

“Surprise!”

“Oh my god,” you breathed. “How did you-?”

You turned to Gen, a blush rising on your cheeks as shock filled your face.

“So we’re not going to dinner?” you assumed, raising a questioning eyebrow.

“No, we’re not. Is that okay?” she asked, concern in her eyes.

“That’s more than okay,” you assured her, kissing her firmly.

“I love you,” Gen murmured against your lips.

You leaned your forehead against hers, closing your eyes.

“I love you too,” you told her as your party guests began to sing happy birthday.

7. Imagine Sam and Dean rescuing you on a hunt.

You sat on the wet ground, cradling your left arm that was definitely broken at the wrist.

You could feel blood soaking your top as the fabric stuck to you.

“Fuck,” you muttered, looking around you and making out trees, and leaves, and plants.

No sign of getting any help soon.

You tried to get to your feet, momentarily forgetting the discomfort in your wrist and accidentally putting too much pressure on your left arm.

You screamed out in pain, falling back down and holding your arm tight to your chest.

“You fucking idiot,” you said to yourself loudly, frustrated at the situation, “You absolute fucking idiot! Who goes out at night alone, knowing the dangers in this world? You deserved to have this happen to you. You utter freaking moron!”

You heard footsteps approaching you suddenly and turned your head in the direction of them.

“Hello?” you called.

No response.

“Hello? Anyone there?” you said louder, “Oh god, please someone help me.”

Two tall figures appeared through the fog and you sighed in relief, forgetting that these people could be evil; they could not even be people for that matter.

Adrenaline-fuelled panic set in and you scuttled backwards on your bum, using your legs to push yourself away from the shapes approaching you.

“Hey,” one of them called softly, “It’s okay. We’re here to help.”

They got closer and you could tell that they were human, or at least were in human form.

“Christo,” you whispered when they were near enough.

Both of the men frowned down at you.

“Are you a hunter?” the taller one asked.

“Yes… Are you?”

“Yeah. I’m Sam. This is Dean,” he replied, nodding in the direction of the other man.

“Nice to meet you,” you said, sighing at your situation.

“And you are?” Dean asked.

“In a lot of pain,” you responded, not wanting to give away your name to two strangers.

They relented, crouching down to inspect your injuries.

“Careful-” you hissed, as Dean took your wrist in his hands.

“Yeah, that’s broken,” he admitted.

“Thanks, Sherlock,” you mumbled under your breath, pulling your arm back from his hold.

Dean rolled his eyes at your ability to make jokes in pain. It was a hunter thing.

“We should get you outta here,” Dean said, straightening up.

You agreed, moving to get to your feet before you were suddenly lifted in the air.

“What the fuck?” you asked, struggling half-heartedly against Sam’s arms, wincing as you stretched the gash in your side.

“Stop wriggling,” he told you, his arms constricting around you easily, “We’ll move a lot quicker this way.”

You silently agreed, stilling in his arms and letting him carry you out of the woods, walking behind Dean.

“Onwards, trusty steed,” you teased, leaning into Sam’s embrace, secretly grateful to not have to walk.

You felt his chuckle against your head as you let these strangers lead you away.

8. Imagine babysitting the Padackles children.

You’d been living in Texas for a while now, doing the odd jobs around the town to earn your keep whilst searching for a more permanent job.

You were at the park one sunny Saturday afternoon, pinning up flyers to the notice board offering your services out as a nanny, dog walker, cleaner, tutor, carer, general helping hand. That was when you were spotted by Genevieve and Danneel out walking with the kids.

You recognised both of them but, out of politeness, you kept quiet, wanting to respect their privacy and appreciating that they were in public with their children.

You got into conversation with them both, the kids taking an immediate shine to you as they asked questions about your accent and if you liked football and what your favourite animal was.

You answered all of them with a smile and even took time to interact with the twins, their animated faces looking up at you from their stroller.

You never expected to bump into them again or even hear from them so you were extremely surprised when you got a text on Monday evening.

Hi, this is Danneel. We met in the park on Saturday? I hope you don’t mind that I took your number from the posters you were pinning up. I wondered if you’d be available to babysit for Gen and I on Saturday night? We’ve been looking for a sitter for a while and the kids haven’t really met anyone they liked but they all seemed besotted with you! I totally understand if 3 kids and 3 babies would be too much for you so I can try to find someone else to have the younger ones. Thanks, D x

You thought about your answer before typing out your reply, eager to have a job and earn some money but not wanting to come off as too forward.

Hi Danneel, hope you’re doing well. Of course I’d be happy to babysit for y’all. I’ve had lots of experience with babies and I absolutely adore them so I would be more than ok having all the kids if you feel like you can trust me with them all. Just let me know what time I’m needed and send me over an address and I’ll see you Saturday! x

You got the time confirmations and the address sent to you along with a final thank you.

At 6pm on Saturday you made your way over to the location that Danneel had sent you, pressing the buzzer on the gate and parking your car in the large driveway.

Danneel was waiting at the front door, smiling at you and welcoming you in.

“Your house is amazing,” you told her, looking around admirably.

“Thank you,” Danneel replied, “Gen is already here with the kids, why don’t you come on through and meet everyone.”

You walked into the living room and felt instantly intimidated by the four celebrities that surrounded you; Jensen, Jared, and Genevieve greeting you in turn as you stood by Danneel. Before you had a chance to react, you were met by three little people running to you to shout ‘hi’ in their excitable voices.

“Hey guys!” you said, matching their enthusiasm.

Danneel showed you around the house telling you that the twins were already asleep in bed and that she had left feeding instructions in case they woke up. She had made a note of all the contact numbers you might need, leaving you the piece of paper before Gen took over and explained what to do with her kids for bed time and, in Odette’s case, a bottle feed.

Gen handed Odette over to you and you held her on your hip, shushing and talking to her in a soothing voice as the three other kids stood by your legs to wave goodbye to their parents.

You closed the door behind them, locking it on precaution and walking further into the house as Tom, JJ, and Shep all dispersed to continue playing.

“Okay,” you muttered to the little girl fiddling with your hair in her little hands, “We totally got this.”

9. Imagine coming home to a cooked meal from Jared.

“Honey, I’m home!” you sang as you entered the front door to your house.

You dropped your keys down onto the table in the hallway, leaving your shoes against the wall and hanging your bag on the hook.

You made your way through the house, following the delicious smell that was wafting from the kitchen.

“Mmm, something smells good,” you remarked.

You turned into the kitchen, stopping when you saw your husband standing with his back to you, an apron tied around his waist.

You looked at the small table made up with a cloth, two chairs, candles, and a vase of flowers in the centre.

“What’s all this for?” you laughed softly.

Jared turned around, licking his lips, a wooden spoon in his hand.

“Come here,” he beckoned to you.

You walked over to him, stopping in front of him and looking up at him.

“Try this,” he said, offering you the spoon to test.

You moaned in satisfaction, closing your eyes as the flavours burst out across your tongue.

“That good?” Jared teased.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” you admitted, opening your eyes when you realised what you’d just said.

You could see Jared’s mouth constrict against a laugh before he allowed himself to guffaw.

“You heard me,” you said, styling out your blunder.

“Note taken,” Jared murmured, leaning his head to yours, his breath fanning over your face.

You closed the gap between your faces, kissing him softly.

“Let’s eat,” you told him, turning away and seating yourself at the table.

Jared laughed, “Make yourself comfy, madam,” he teased.

“Oui oui, monsieur,” you winked at him, prepared to enjoy this meal and whatever came after it.

10. Imagine Misha picking you up from University.

You sat in class, watching the clock hands moving ever so slowly, waiting until 4pm so you could be done with your last class and go home for winter break.

Finally, the time came and you ignored your teacher’s last comments, packing away your things and zipping up your backpack, slinging it over your shoulder.

You tucked your chair in and made your way out of the classroom, murmuring goodbye to some of your classmates who you hadn’t quite made friends with but you still felt the need to wish them happy holidays.

As you walked out of your building you noticed girls huddled in little groups, pointing and hushing with each other. You walked past them sceptically, stopping when you saw what all the commotion was about.

Leaning against the wall of a building, with his arms crossed and one leg propped up on the wall, was Misha.

Your face lit up and you ran towards him, throwing your arms around his neck as he stood properly to hug you.

“Well this is a nice welcome,” he laughed.

“What are you doing here?” you asked confusedly, stepping out of the embrace.

Girls walking past you all whispered to each other, recognising Misha and scuttling away nervously. You even spotted a few phones poised in what people thought was a casual attempt at getting photographic evidence of Misha Collins on their campus.

“Thought I’d pick up my favourite little sister and travel home with her for Christmas.”

“You’re coming home for Christmas?”

“No, I was just going to dump you on the doorstep of the house and steal your car to drive back to Vancouver in,” he said sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes at his classic humour.

“Are you feeling fit and stealthy, old man?” you teased him.

Misha pushed you away jokingly.

“I’ve got a lot of boxes to load into my car,” you clarified.

“I’ve been working out,” he said, throwing his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the gathering crowds.

“Have you now?” you laughed, “Well, my apartment is in the opposite direction to the one we’re walking in but if you’re feeling spritely we can take the long way around.”

“Okay, I haven’t been working out that much,” he said, letting go of you so that you could lead him the right way to your apartment.

“I can do a one-handed handstand though,” he told you, putting his hands in his pockets as you walked side by side.

“I saw your photo,” you admitted, looping your arm through his, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, squirt,” he echoed, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

11. Imagine moving in with Jensen and Jared in Vancouver.

The decision to move in with Jensen and Jared came after they found out that you’d been living in your trailer over breaks and days off.

You explained to them that you couldn’t afford a place of your own and, even if you could, you had no idea how long you were going to last on the show. You didn’t want to buy an apartment only to get killed off and then be tied down with property in Vancouver stopping you from applying for jobs elsewhere.

They both came to the decision that you could move in with them, having only just bought a three-bed apartment to share downtown.

You reluctantly agreed, grateful to not have to live in your trailer anymore and being more than willing to pay your share of rent.

You moved what little belongings you had with you into the apartment the following week.

After having lived with them for three months now, you were becoming accustomed to life with Jensen and Jared. At first things felt a little awkward, you moving in with your co-workers, but you soon adjusted and you were all more than comfortable around each other. Perhaps a little too comfortable.

You were in the kitchen making dinner for all of you, you had become the apartment chef, when Jensen walked through in his boxers.

“Dude!” you complained, raising your eyebrows at him incredulously as he reached for a beer out of the fridge, gesturing to his attire.

“What?” he asked nonchalantly, “Most girls your age would kill to see me like this!”

“Most girls my age see you as less of a ‘dad’ and more of a ‘daddy’,” you explained, turning back to the stove.

“Gross,” he remarked, leaving the kitchen.

“You’re the one walking round in your underwear!” you called after him.

The next day you were sat on the couch going over your lines when you noticed something sticking out from behind the couch cushion. You pulled out a pair of socks and shook your head, closing your script and walking down the hallway, standing in between the doors of Jensen and Jared’s opposite bedrooms.

“Okay, fess up,” you ordered, holding one sock in each hand and through each bedroom door so the boys could both see one, “Whose socks are these?”

Neither of them responded so you balled them up and chucked one at each of them, hitting Jensen in the head and Jared in the chest.

“We need some ground rules around here,” you grumbled, striding back into the living room.

A week later you came home from set later than the boys, only to find them both sat in their underwear on the couch, playing video games.

“Okay, that’s it,” you murmured under your breath, walking to your bedroom and depositing your things.

You got undressed and put your comfiest bra and panties on, going back out into the kitchen.

“I’m grabbing a beer, anyone want one?” you asked over your shoulder, seeing both Jensen and Jared raising a hand.

You took three beers from the fridge and handed them over to the boys from behind the couch, walking around to lay on the adjacent one.

“Dude!” Jensen parroted, finally noticing that you were in your underwear.

“God, put some clothes on!” Jared protested, closing his eyes and turning his head away from you.

“Keep your panties on,” you told them, “Please, because that is the only thing keeping me from seeing little Ackles and little Padalecki.”

“This isn’t weird for you?” Jensen asked, deliberately avoiding you with his gaze.

“It became ‘unweird’ when I got fed up of dealing with both your crap. We either all wear clothes around the house or we drop this double standard and grow up.”

“Shit, okay,” Jensen yielded, his hands up in surrender.

Jared took a long sip of his beer, placing it on a coaster on the table and finally looking you in the eyes, nodding.

“Deal,” you all said at once, settling into your respective couches.

12. Imagine Dean taking you for a test drive in Baby.

“Hard right! Hard on!” Dean shouted at you from the passenger seat.

You pulled the car to a stop, turning in your seat to look at him.

“If you want me to be able to drive this car properly, you have got to stop saying things like ‘hard on’,” you told him.

“I don’t think you’re ready for this,” Dean tried to say, his right hand out the window of the car holding on to the roof.

“Don’t you dare flake out on me now, Winchester,” you warned him, “I’m a good driver, I promise. I’m just not used to the left-hand drive thing.”

He nodded minutely.

“One more chance. You have one more chance to stay in the right hand lane or we’re swapping over.”

“Alright, alright. Keep your hair on,” you murmured.

You put the car into first gear and started off smoothly, changing to second and third when necessary.

“It’s not like there’s anyone on this road anyway,” you muttered under your breath.

“That’s beside the point,” Dean reprimanded you, “You asked me to teach you how to drive an old, classic car, so you have to listen to my instructions.”

You set your jaw, never one to like being patronised.

The road opened up in front of you and you were moving comfortably in fifth gear.

You put your foot down on the accelerator, earning you a warning glance from Dean.

“It’s fine,” you told him, “Live a little, Winchester.”

The car got faster as you reached the top of the hill, you took your foot off of the accelerator and moved the gear stick into neutral, letting the car cruise downhill with your foot precautiously hovering over the brake.

You reached the bottom of the hill and prepared to hit the ascent, going into first gear and revving up the hill.

“Be careful with her!” Dean growled at you.

You made it to the top of the slope and went back to driving normally, leaving your formula one dreams behind you and carrying on sensibly.

“You told me you didn’t know how to drive stick,” Dean said, hiding his awe but narrowing his eyes at you once you’d settled back into a steady pace.

“I may have told a teensy-weensy lie,” you cringed, “I kinda just wanted to see how she ran. She’s got a nice engine”

“She sure has,” Dean bristled with pride.

“Let’s get this Baby home,” you murmured, setting off easily in the direction of the bunker.

Dean’s eyes never left you as he appreciated your comfort behind the wheel.

13. Imagine stargazing with Sam.

The sky overhead was a canvas of cosmic beauty; the bright white stars stood out against the velvety black sky.

This was the perks of working a case in the countryside, you figured.

You and Sam lay on a picnic blanket, pillows under your heads, and your hands so close you could feel the heat radiating off his palms.

“You see that one,” Sam said, breaking the silence and pointing directly above your field of vision, “That’s the Big Dipper. You see how the stars on the right cluster to make a quadrangle and then the ones on the left branch out of it?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, “It kinda looks like a pan.”

“Exactly!” Sam exclaimed enthusiastically.

You looked up, admiring the stars and wishing you knew how to map them as well as Sam could.

“What’s that one?” you asked, tracing its shape with your finger, “It looks like a headless man running.”

Sam chuckled softly at your analogy.

“That’s Hercules,” he informed you, “You see that wisp of smoke in the middle?”

He waited for you to locate it and nod before continuing.

“That’s the Hercules Nebula.”

“There’s another one,” you spotted, pointing out another cotton-ball like cluster.

“That one’s the Andromeda Galaxy. It’s a part of the Andromeda constellation but I’m not as familiar with the shape of that one,” Sam confessed softly.

You turned your head to the side, watching him look up at the sky, his hair billowing out over his pillow and his eyes wide with wonder.

You loved seeing him like this; so free, so content, so happy.

You focused your attention back to the stars above you.

“I can’t believe we can see all of this without a telescope,” you remarked in awe.

“A galaxy two and a half million light-years away,” Sam confirmed, “All with your unaided eyes.”

“Wow,” you breathed.

Sam sighed his agreement.

“All the shit we see on a day to day basis and still, at the end of the day, the stars will come out and always look this beautiful,” you thought aloud.

Your hand moved closer to Sam’s in the middle of the blanket until your little fingers brushed together and he linked his pinkie with yours.

“And out of all the centuries, all the worlds, all the galaxies... I get to share all of this with you,” he murmured, squeezing your finger reassuringly.

“Us against the world,” you whispered, as you both continued to stare into the night sky.

14. Imagine clothes shopping with Ruby.

“I’m not coming out,” you protested through the fitting room.

“Babe,” she laughed, “I’m sure it looks great!”

You stared at yourself in the mirror, the mini skirt showing way too much leg than you were comfortable with and the top exposing your waist.

“Nuh-uh,” you objected, pulling at the clothes that Ruby had picked out for you.

“Either you come out or I come in,” she warned.

“Fine,” you grumbled, pulling back the door slightly and poking your head out.

“Out,” she ordered, beckoning you with a finger.

You stepped out tentatively, earning a low whistle from Ruby.

You fought the urge to cover yourself with your arms, putting your hands on your hips in a stubborn defiance.

“I’m not wearing this,” you told her plainly.

Ruby ignored your complaints, “Here, put this on.”

She chucked you a chunky sweater and you caught it one handed.

“That’s more like it,” you sighed, going into the cubicle to get changed.

“With the skirt!” Ruby called through the door.

“I hate you,” you muttered back.

Ruby just chuckled, finding way too much humour in your discomfort.

You took the top off, not that you could even be sure it was a top – the thing looked like it would fit a two-year-old, pulling the sweater over your head and exhaling with the relief of feeling more like yourself.

You walked back out, twirling for Ruby and placing one hand on your hip, popping it to the side in a mock-catwalk.

“Yes, girl! Work it,” she laughed, “This is a look.”

“I’m not so sure about the skirt,” you confessed, “I feel naked from the waist down.”

“That’s exactly why I like it,” she said, winking at you.

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, picking up a top from the floor and throwing it at her in a weak frustration.

“Okay, we’re done here,” Ruby announced.

“I’m not buying this,” you said, gesturing to the skirt.

“No. You’re not,” she stated, “I am.”

You relented, walking back into the fitting room and getting out of the clothes.

“Wait!” Ruby called, her hand appearing over the top of the door, “Try this.”

You looked at the thin lacy material she was holding, a tiny, delicate bodysuit hanging off of the hanger.

“In your fucking dreams!” you exclaimed, fighting the laughter that came automatically and putting your own clothes back on.

“You're damn right,” she mumbled, taking the lingerie back and undoubtedly adding it to her checkout pile.

15. Imagine Dean comforting you after a nightmare.

You woke in a panic, your hair sticking to your neck with sweat and your heart racing.

You sat up in the queen bed, looking over to where Sam lay in the other bed and Dean was sprawled on the couch.

Dean lifted his head, catching your movement.

“You okay?” he asked, making out your shadow in the dark.

“Yeah,” you breathed, not trusting your voice enough to say anything else.

“Wanna talk?”

You didn’t answer, instead taking a deep breath to try to compose yourself.

Dean lay back down on the couch, turning over and pulling his blanket over himself.

You settled down into the mattress, closing your eyes to try and go back to sleep. Your brain had other ideas, however, filling your thoughts with the nightmare you had just had.

You shifted in the bed, trying not to make too much movement and disturb the others.

“Dean,” you finally hissed, “Dean, are you still awake?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

“Please,” was all you could manage to say, your voice cracking on the single syllable.

Dean was up in an instant, crossing the room and crouching by your bed, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you’re safe. I promise,” he soothed, stroking your hair off your face and wiping the tears from your cheek.

He walked around the bed, climbing in the other side and putting his arm carefully around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“This okay?” he asked, his voice against your neck.

You nodded softly, sighing and letting your breathing even out.

“Nothing’s going to hurt you, you hear me? I won’t let anything get you,” he assured you.

You knew he was right; you knew he’d rather sacrifice himself than let anything bad happen to you.

But that’s what also worried you.

“I got you,” Dead murmured, kissing the top of your spine and nestling into the bed.

“We got each other,” you finished automatically, linking your fingers over his as his arm tightened around you, letting the warm comfort of Dean send you to sleep.

16. Imagine Danneel teaching you to cheerlead.

“This is ridiculous,” you groaned, bending over to lean your palms on your knees, taking deep, grounding breaths.

“Come on, you nearly had it!” Danneel exclaimed.

“You’re too preppy,” you complained, collecting your pompoms from where you’d dropped them on the floor.

“Just take each count of eight one-by-one,” she encouraged.

You took one last deep breath before standing up straight.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you said determinedly.

Danneel moved to her phone and pressed play on the music, the tune ringing out on the Bluetooth speakers.

“A 5, 6, 7, 8,” Danneel counted you in, “And: skip skip, skip skip.”

You followed the instructions, counting in your head; skipping twice to the right and then the left, rolling your arms around twice in accompaniment.

“Single, single,” she called the next instruction out.

You skipped once to the right, throwing your left arm in the air and tilting your head right slightly. Then you skipped once once to the left, putting your right arm in the air and tilting your head left.

“Up and down,” Dannel reminded you as you kicked your right foot out in front of you, stepping forward into a lunge and lifting both pompom clad arms in the air.

“Spin, 2, 3, 4,” she called.

You span 360°, kicked your right leg to the side and put your right arm in the air before landing on your right leg and turning to face the right with your arms by your side.

“Contract, contract,” Danneel prompted you, as you rolled your body, your arms also rolling slightly with the movement.

You remembered to punch your arms out in front of you for the second contract, stepping back on your right foot so your feet were together and then back on the left so that your right foot was in front again.

“Good!” Danneel shouted proudly.

Your right hand trailed the pompom along your left arm and around your head, the left pompom getting held you your ear as you moved to face the other way and thrust your right hand in front of you.

“Jump, jump, jump, out.”

You jumped three times, landing with your legs open the fourth time, your arms both going up the first time, just the right, just the left, and both of them in to your chest on the final landing.

You bent your right knee in and then out, dropping your right arm and then bringing it back to your chest and doing the same with the left knee and arm as Danneel yelled, “In, out, in, out.”

You thrust your hips forward, Danneel’s voice in your head saying to ‘add some bounce’ into this move.

“And pivot,” she instructed.

You’d already dropped your hands as you bent at the waist, rotating your upper body in a half circle, your heels lifting and dropping.

“7 and 8,” you counted under your breath as you lifted and dropped your heels three times, bouncing your whole body.

“Woo! Your hair moved; that’s bonus points,” Danneel shouted.

You got through the rest of the routine; swaying and popping your hips, spinning your pompoms, raising your arms, and keeping up a cheery attitude throughout. Maintaining your smile proved to be the hardest part of all.

The entire routine only lasted about thirty-five seconds but, by the time you were done, your breath was coming out in short, sharp puffs.

“Yes!” Danneel exclaimed loudly, clapping her hands together and then lifting her arms above her head, “You did it!”

She pulled you into a hug and you panted in her arms, squeezing her tight in your euphoria.

“I can’t believe it,” you confessed, pulling back to see Danneel’s proud smile still in place.

“Next step: costume,” she sang, pulling a cheerleader’s mini skirt and crop top from her bag.

The pink and white material shimmered in her hands and you groaned when you saw the ribbons, white socks, white sneakers, and glitter that she also had in her bag.

“Oh, god,” you groaned, throwing your head back.

“A promise is a promise,” she insisted, passing you the costume and folding her arms.

You laughed, embarrassed, turning over the outfit in your hands.

“Go big or go home,” you muttered, admitting defeat and changing into the uniform.

17. Imagine Genevieve taking you horse riding.

“Okay,” Genevieve started, coming over to you with two riding hats in her hand, “You’re riding Doodles and I’m on Caspian. They’re both really good horses.”

You nodded, taking the hat she handed you and putting it on.

“Do you know the way we’re going?” you asked her.

“Sweetie, I’ve been riding this trail since I was twelve, I could navigate it with my eyes closed.”

“Okay, show off,” you murmured, nudging her with your shoulder.

You turned to the sound of hooves, seeing two gorgeous horses being led towards you. As they got closer you noticed their extreme height and you raised an eyebrow at Gen.

“Can you even get up that high?” you teased.

“Oh, you just watch me,” she said confidently.

She strode over to the large brown horse, taking the reins from the stable hand and pulling the stirrups down.

In one smooth motion Gen put both the reins in her left hand, sliding her left foot into the stirrup, bouncing three times and then jumping, swinging her right leg over the saddle and seating herself.

“Okay, pretty impressive,” you remarked, walking over to your horse.

You looked up into his dark eyes and ran a hand down his chestnut face, he lowered his head so that you could scratch between his ears and you chuckled softly.

“Hey, handsome,” you muttered, “Ready to ride?”

You took the reins in one hand like Gen had, stretching to put your foot in the stirrup and failing miserably.

You could hear her laughing and you shot her a look, opting instead to take up the offer of a leg up from the stable hand.

“I guess I’m a little out of practice, Lil Miss Yoga,” you said to her over your shoulder, placing your hands on the saddle, one on the pommel and the other on the cantle, lifting your left leg for the guy to hold on to.

On the count of three you jumped, the guy pushing your left leg up as you swung your right leg over the horse. You sat down softly and put both feet into the stirrups.

The stable hand checked your stirrups and saddles, making sure you and the horses were comfortable before sending you out.

“Enjoy your ride, y’all,” he called, as Gen set off in the direction of the trail and you settled into a steady walk behind her.

Five minutes in to the peaceful ride, Gen turned to you.

“How you doing?” she asked.

“Pretty good,” you admitted, running a hand down the neck of Doodles, “He was a little tense at first but I think he’s relaxing now.”

“Get up here,” Gen motioned to you, turning to face the front again.

You clicked Doodles on until he and Caspian were walking side by side.

“They’re both OTTBs,” Gen stated intelligently, “’Off-track-thoroughbreds’. They feel like they’re in competition with the horse in front if they’re not in the lead. It helps to have them walking at the same pace so they know this isn’t a race.”

You nodded in understanding, scratching Doodles’ withers underneath you.

“This place is beautiful,” you murmured in awe.

“Yeah, welcome to Idaho,” Gen said, smiling across at you.

Caspian snorted softly and you laughed.

“I guess that was him saying ‘welcome’,” Gen chuckled.

“Thanks, buddy,” you told the horse.

“Ready to pick up the pace?” Gen asked you, shortening her reins and preparing to go faster.

“Sure,” you replied, copying her movements.

“Okay. Let’s go,” she ordered as you both asked for trot and moved deeper into the trail.

18. Imagine JJ asking to have a sleepover with you and Jensen.

You had just finished dinner with Jensen and his four-year-old daughter, you stood to collect the plates from the table. Jensen, as always, telling you that you didn’t need to help tidy away and you insisting that it was the least you could do after he had cooked dinner.

You walked into the kitchen with the plates, scraping any food waste into the compost bin and placing the dirty dishes and silverware in the dishwasher.

You could hear Jensen and JJ talking in hushed voices and you smiled when you heard them laughing together.

You decided to give them a little longer alone, taking a cloth and some antibacterial spray and wiping down the surfaces.

You put the cleaning stuff away and went through to the dining room, sitting back in your chair and smiling at a giggling JJ, her hands clasped over her mouth.

“What’re you up to, monkey?” you whispered, leaning closer to her and bopping her on the nose with your index finger.

She shook her head, not giving the game away, and you sat upright in your seat.

“Who wants dessert?” you asked, your eyes wide with overexcitement.

“JJ wants to ask you something first,” Jensen said, smiling at you kindly.

“Oh really?” you said, smiling back before looking at JJ again.

“Nuh-uh!” she protested, “Daddy does.”

“I’m not asking, Justice Jay,” he said, laughing as she ran over to his chair at the table.

He lifted her up onto his lap and whispered something in her ear that you didn’t catch.

“Y’all are freaking me out,” you said, your eyes flitting between Jensen’s and JJ’s.

“Will you have a sleepover?” JJ asked, so quietly that you were sure you’d misheard her.

You frowned in confusion.

“I don’t think she heard you, babygirl,” Jensen encouraged his daughter.

“Will you please have a sleepover with us?” she repeated, louder this time.

You gave a puzzled look towards Jensen and he nodded his approval to you. You looked at JJ’s hopeful little face and knew that you wouldn’t be able to say no even if you tried.

“Of course, princess!” you said sweetly, “I’d love to have a sleepover with you.”

“And daddy, too,” she emphasised knowingly; too knowingly for a kid her age.

“Only if we can paint his nails,” you whispered teasingly, pretending that Jensen couldn’t hear you.

“And do make up!” JJ exclaimed, running off of her dad’s lap to grab your hand and pull you up from the table.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” you assured her, getting up from the table and placing a kiss to Jensen’s cheek as you left the room to prepare your sleepover.

19. Imagine Misha coming into your work.

You stood by the coffee machine, making three flat whites since you were the only person in the store who knew how to.

It was a busy day in the shop and you were already tired after half of your eight-hour shift.

You took each coffee over to the correct customer tables, smiling politely and clearing away a few empty mugs and plates on your way back to the counter.

"Need you on tills, please," your manager said to you as she passed you on the floor.

"Sure," you muttered, just wanting the day to end.

You got to the till and asked the next customer for their order, looking up at their face but not registering anything.

"I'll have an Americano please," a familiar voice said.

"Is that all?" you asked, ringing up the coffee.

"What do you recommend?" the man asked you and that's when you finally realised why you recognised the voice.

Misha Collins stood the other side of the counter from you, ordering his coffee from you, and asking you what he should order.

“Sweet or savoury?” you questioned.

“Hmm,” he thought for a moment, “Sweet I think.”

"Okay, well the brownies are really good, and a customer favourite," you said honestly, "But I always prefer a flapjack."

"I'll take one of each, then," he said, getting his wallet out of his jeans pocket.

You smiled, "Eat in or to go?"

"Eat in, please."

You plated up the brownie and the flapjack, surprised at how casually you were handling this situation. You and everyone else in the café.

You told Misha his total and he handed over way more money than necessary.

You looked at what change he was owed and started counting it out when he interrupted you.

"Don't worry about that," he winked, "Add it to your tip jar."

"Are you sure?" you asked incredulously, a good wad of cash in your hand.

“Absolutely,” he confirmed.

“Thank you. So much. I’ll bring your drink over as soon as its ready.”

You handed over his receipt with a smile.

No one was behind him so you watched to see where he sat and set about making his coffee. You put it on a tray with a small jug of milk and some sugar before making your way over to his table.

“One Americano,” you announced, placing it down in front of him along with the extras, “Anything else I can get you?”

You noticed him cover up the paper he was reading from, probably an episode script, before he smiled up at you.

“No, thank you,” he said, “These are delicious, by the way,” he added, motioning to the half-eaten treats in front of him.

“I’ll be sure to pass on your review,” you joked.

Your focus never left his table as your shift went on and on. He sat, and he read, and he ordered more coffees (which you didn’t charge him for seeing as he had given you more than three times the right amount of money).

You never let on that you knew who he was, respecting his privacy and also not quite fully believing the situation anyway.

When your shift was over you went to change out of your apron, hanging it up in the back room and grabbing your bag.

“See ya,” you called to your manager on the way out the door.

You glanced at Misha’s table and noticed that he’d already left, sighing at the fact that you’d missed saying goodbye to him. Or maybe he was never really there.

You stepped outside the shop, the crisp air hitting you in the face as well as the sight of Misha standing against the side of the building.

You smiled goodbye to him as you headed home but he pushed off from the wall, walking over to you and smiling.

“I’m really sorry if this is weird for you, but I’m new to this area. I’m only visiting but I have absolutely no idea what to do or where to visit,” he rambled.

“Well, lucky for you, my shift just ended,” you told him, “Need a tour guide?”

“That would be great, if you wouldn’t mind. I’m Misha, by the way.”

“I know,” you laughed softly, “I didn’t want to say anything; make it weird.”

“Thank you,” he said genuinely, “For being cool and for showing me around.”

“Of course,” you smiled, “Next stop: somewhere totally uninteresting and non-picturesque.”

20. Imagine watching Supernatural with Genevieve and Danneel.

“Have you got the ice cream?” you called through to the living room from the kitchen.

“Do you even know me?” Danneel shouted back.

You walked into the living room to see her sitting cross-legged on the couch, a tub of ice cream in her lap and three spoons in her hand.

She held one out to you and you took it as you sat next to her, curling your legs up under yourself.

“Gen, get your butt in here!” you shouted.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Gen replied, “I just got off the phone with Jared, the kids are all asleep and everything is okay.”

“Of course it is,” Danneel said simply, “We have the night off, you can relax now,” she added, passing her a spoon.

Gen took it from her as she flung herself down on the couch next to you and you all shifted closer, pulling one blanket over all three of your legs.

“I’m ready,” you insisted, as Danneel handed you the ice cream, pressing play on the remote.

The opening sequence started up and you removed the lid from the tub, taking the first spoonful of ice cream.

“Oh my God,” you breathed as a familiar face appeared on screen, “Why is JDM naked?”

You were, of course, referencing Jeff’s lack of facial hair, and both Genevieve and Danneel laughed softly.

You watched the opening sequence play out in silence, not being surprised when it got to Mary’s death scene since you already knew that was where things were going.

The title sequence flashed up noiselessly and you chuckled.

“What?” Danneel asked, turning to look at you.

“That was slightly less obnoxious than some of the title sequences they’ve had,” you explained.

Danneel and Gen huffed a laugh, leaning over you at the same time to get some ice cream.

You burst out laughing when the next recognisable face popped up – Jared.

“Stop,” Gen chastised jokingly, giggling herself.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “He looks… handsome.”

It was Danneel’s turn to chuckle then taking a big spoonful of ice cream.

“He looks like a twelve-year-old,” she said plainly.

All three of you laughed at that, continuing to watch the show.

The next two scenes played out as you all sat contently, eating your ice cream and making the odd sound effect here and there.

“I’d recognise that chiselled jawline anywhere,” you exclaimed, noticing the shadowy outline of Jensen.

Sam/Jared grabbed Dean/Jensen and they began a choreographed struggle.

“Damn, those fight moves,” you murmured sarcastically.

“The budget was low for the pilot,” Gen joked.

“And neither of them knew what they were doing,” Danneel added, in all seriousness.

You nudged Danneel in the ribs with your elbow as Jensen’s face came into the shot.

“I’d tap that,” Danneel muttered.

“Ew!” you complained, shaking your head to erase the thought.

You finished up the pilot a load more remarks and a whole tub of ice cream later, pausing before the next episode started.

“So, what did you think?” Danneel asked you.

“I think that you and Gen married people who are like cheese,” they both frowned at you confusedly, “They get better with age,” you explained.

All three of you were laughing as the next episode began.

21. Imagine surprising Jared on stage at a convention.

You’d been working on a movie up in LA for the last three months and you hadn’t seen Jared since your last day on set, the last night you spent with him in Vancouver.

You’d started seeing each other almost as soon as you began filming on Supernatural, quickly striking up a relationship that neither of you knew where was headed.

Trailer sex turned into sleepovers, sleepovers into weekend stays, and weekend stays into actual dates.

The night you left for LA, Jared was upset, he pleaded you to stay but you told him you were never going to be the girl who gave up her career for a guy. He wasn’t mad and he eventually let you go, you Skyped him often and you still felt a connection to him.

You decided to surprise him seeing as he was doing a convention in Vegas; driving up after filming on Friday night, catching a couple hours of sleep at a nearby hotel, and making it in time for his Saturday morning panel.

You found Rob and Rich backstage, both of them shocked to see you.

“What are you doing here, California?” Rob exclaimed teasingly, pulling you into a hug.

“I came to surprise Jared,” you told them, blushing slightly as you stepped back.

“Well get up there!” Rich encouraged.

“What? No! I was just going to greet him when he came off!”

“The fans will love it!” Rob pressed.

“Look at me! I’ve driven five hours through the night and only got a two-hour power nap in the hotel! I’ve got my glasses on and I’m wearing jeans and a sweater. I’m pretty sure I’ve still got yesterday’s filming makeup on and I haven’t showered for a disgustingly long time. There’s no way I can go out like this.”

As you finished your rant, Rob handed you a microphone. You looked at him fearfully.

“You have to do this,” he pleaded, “It will make Jared’s day.”

You couldn’t deny him that.

“Okay, but let me pick the right moment,” you requested.

Rob nodded.

“What’s the funniest thing that’s happened on set this season?” the fan at the microphone asked, Jared choking slightly on the sip of water he just took.

You planned your entrance based on this question. If Jared was going to say what you thought he was going to say, then this would be the perfect opportunity for you to make your surprise appearance.

You had entered the panel through the green room entrance, using your status and relations to get through the convention despite not being a scheduled guest.

Jared laughed to himself as he put the cap back on his bottle, placing it on the table beside his stool and adjusting himself to sit comfortably. Of course, in true Jared fashion, straddling the chair with his arms resting on the back of it that faced the audience.

“So, y’all know that we had a new recurring cast member join us this season,” he paused, waiting for the eruption of cheers to die down.

You nodded in the direction of Rob and climbed up onto the stage from behind.

“You did?” you asked into the microphone.

The audience went crazy, clapping and whooping as you made it further into the middle of the stage.

Jared’s face was a picture; he’d turned in his chair to the sound of your voice, his mouth opened in a small circle with the word ‘what’ still on his tongue.

It was as if he’d frozen, he was still in his chair as you reached him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.

He got up then, propping his microphone on the chair and pulling you into a proper hug, leaning to whisper in your ear.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, “What even-?”

He couldn’t finish his sentence so you just whispered back, “Surprise!”

You pulled away from the hug, suddenly remembering the audience in front of you.

“Go on then, Jared. Tell everyone what the funniest moment on set was this season.” You teased for the benefit of the audience.

He groaned audibly, picking up his microphone and offering you the chair. You took it, considering the lack of sleep you’d had.

Jared stood behind you, one arm draping over your shoulders and across your chest, the other holding his microphone to his lips as he began to tell his story.

#supernatural fanfiction #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #danneel ackles #genevieve padalecki #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #ruby 1.0 #ruby 2.0 #mine #for #jbae #fanfic

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papersoup · 7 years ago

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How to go vegan, according to the laziest vegan ever

When my partner first came back from Chicago nine months ago and said they wanted to go vegan, my reaction was something like this:

I told them we could give this a shot for one week and no more. Here we are, nine months later, and I’m happy as a camper to stay vegan forevs n evs.

The thing is, I’m one of the laziest, couch-loving, effort-hating people you will ever come to know. I’d like to pass along some wisdom to you to talk about how you can try going vegan even if you’re the kind of person who hates having to do anything ever at all forever until the end of time. And just to be cool and nice, I’m gonna make it a listacle, because why the fuck not?

1. Start with a week

Trying to start off doing anything for the first time with a promise to do it forever is super hard. Going vegan isn’t for everyone, so trying things out in the short term to see how you like it is a great way to get going. That being said, if you start by trying to go vegan for one day, that shit probably isn’t going to work, because your body needs to adjust to your new diet before it’ll feel good.

For me, the first three days were the hardest. My body wasn’t used to all the fiber, so I felt full way faster than usual, but didn’t stay full for as long. That got way more manageable after a couple days, but it definitely had me wondering if I was doing something wrong. I also had multiple dreams about eating my way through a full wheel of cheese, and cried watching a fried chicken commercial.

After a couple days though, everything started to feel normal and natural. I got excited about new vegan recipes, and also felt some unexpected side effects: way higher energy, no more heartburn, more restful sleep, and clearer skin. It got me hooked and I’ve stuck with it ever since--because it worked for me! And if it doesn’t work for you, that’s chill, but like, maybe give it a week because change.

2. Plan ahead

Depending on where you live, going vegan can make eating last minute get harder, since things like coffee shop pastries, pre-packed lunches, and deli products usually use animal products. If you’re anything like me, last minute is a very large part of your vocabulary and your life. At the end of the day, planning ahead makes it easier to go without cheating, makes the day to day eating a lot easier, and also saves you money in the long run.

To keep things really simple, I plan my meals for the whole week at once--7 breakfasts, 5 lunches, 5 dinners, and hella snacks. I always have some kind of snack in my bag, too, to save me from getting stuck having to grab the one vegan option when I’m on the go. I’ve found that it’s saved me a ton of cash and time, and makes staying vegan a lot easier, especially when I’m busy.

3. Don’t get hung up on substitutes and salads

A common mistake new vegans make is trying to eat the same as they did before, just substituting vegan products for all their animal based stuff. Another one is to think that a vegan diet is a salad and smoothie diet. The truth is, while there are some amazing substitutes out there for animal products when you’re really craving one, a vegan diet is just straight up different from one where animal products chill at the center of it, and that’s okay. There are also a bajillion trillion really interesting and delicious ways to eat grains and veggies that don’t require them being chilled or raw or $60 protein powder.

My staple faves include brown sugar and cinnamon oatmeal, fluffy pancakes, portobello mushroom tacos, roasted root vegetables, mushroom risotto, stuffed squash, chickpea salad sandwiches, lentil shepherds pie, and corn pizza with smoked tomatoes. The sky is the limit, y’all.

4. Don’t stress about being the picture of perfect vegan Fitblr chia seed health and wellness

You don’t always have to be the picture of perfect health with your vegan diet (or with any diet, seriously). It’s not all sports bras and kale smoothies over here. You know what’s vegan? Oreos. Korean barbecue flavored kettle chips. Tater tots. This fuckin’ sandwich:

Yes that is vegan ranch slathered cole slaw with a deep fried seitan chicken breast, house made pickles, a buttery toasted bun, and a ton of fries. And it was so very, very good.

It’s good to pay attention to your nutrition on any diet, but honestly it’s not that hard to get what you need from a vegan diet while still enjoying your vices. A lot of people get really fixated on deprivation in a vegan diet, but you can get anything, and I mean anything that you need on a plant based diet without having to turn to animal products with some research.

Do your homework on the nutritional risks of veganism and structure your diet as you would otherwise, making sure to get your vitamins and minerals and all the good good. Personally, I just make sure I’m also getting muh beans and veggies on instead of just relying heavily on starches and carbs, and take a B12 supplement now and then. Side note: like OF COURSE talk to a health care professional if you have allergies or diet sensitivities or just in general before taking on a major diet change.

5. Build a catalog of recipes

Trying any new diet for the first time probably means cooking a lot of new foods. It also means that you’re gonna get excited about it for a while and then you’re going to get bored and the idea of having to dig through 50,000 recipes to plan a week of dinners is going to sound dumb as hell.

I like to use my Vegan Party board on Pinterest to look for recipes and keep notes on what works and what doesn’t so I can pull from it easily when I don’t wanna look for new shit. I cook out of the Forks Over Knives cookbook when I really want to be healthy, and when I need a showstopper or a recipe I know will work without adjustments, I rely on Isa from Post Punk Kitchen or the Minimalist Baker because they’re vegan geniuses and their recipes are generally foolproof. Even if you just want to try subbing out a few meals at a time, these folks are great gateway cooks to the ways of delicious vegan goodness.

6. Try new things

Since going vegan, I’ve tried a billion new foods, and it’s been a ton of fun. Turns out oyster mushrooms are delicious, and turnips taste like soapy potatoes. I think that dill is gross unless it’s used to flavor a pickle and that cashew cheese is the greatest thing to ever happen to the world. Olive oil is what everyone should have been putting on their popcorn this entire damn time because holy shit. Making a cake from scratch is 30x more likely to not get fucked up by me if I don’t use any eggs.

Don’t be afraid to try some new shit and push the boundaries of your vegan lifestyle. Sometimes adding restrictions to your art can open you up to a world of exciting freedoms and discoveries. Have no fear.

7. Remember snacks

One difference between vegan me and omnivore me is that I get hungry a lot more often than I used to. On average my meals are way fewer calories than they used to be, and also have a lot more fiber. That means I get full more quickly but hungry more often. It also means I accidentally lost 29 pounds this year while still putting back a lot of beer which is p cool and that my poops are just wizard status amazing (sorry not sorry).

Vegan snacking is essential to your best vegan life. My favorite vegan snacks are hummus with pita or veggies, popcorn (I usually make a giant bowl of it on the stove), pickles, tots, chips with cashew cheese dip, chocolate, or bagels. Just don’t forget to buy snacks when you go to the grocery store and don’t be afraid to eat ‘em.

8. Get inspired

Going vegan can be pretty easy, but as it is with giving up anything, you’re gonna be met with temptation to quit or cheat. First of all, people are weirdly critical of vegan diets and ask a lot of strange and invasive questions. A lot of people also don’t super realize what vegan means so they’ll like invite you over for dinner and give you a salad with a poached egg on it or buy you a jello shot at the bar (usually if someone is nice enough to cook for me or buy me something I’ll just eat it anyway because I’m not an ass and then politely correct them for next time, but making sure to be clear about it in advance can help avoid such situations).

In addition, every time I get drunk I want Popeyes, like without exception all the time forever, and I don’t think I’m alone in that y’all. The struggle is deeply, horribly real.

What this means is that to stay vegan, you want to do it for like...a reason. There are a lot of great ones to draw from: social justice, the ethical treatment of animals, the environment, and your health are just a few. If any of these sounds compelling to you, it’s a great thing to keep in mind when continuing a vegan diet and saying no to delicious crispy fried chicken whilst hammered.

9. Look for your community

Vegan stores! Vegan restaurants! New vegan friends! There are lots of great folks out there to bond with over cool vegan things. Having vegan buddies or being part of a vegan community can help you get the good good on reliable recipes, how to eat vegan in the unlikeliest of places, and where to find the best vegan memes. Support lends itself well to lifestyle changes. Bear in mind that, like with all communities, there are some people that are v v intense about things so take it with a grain of salt and do you, too.

10. Stay positive

Like all humans, vegans can be subjects or perpetrators of hate. Just remember that you don’t have to deal in absolutes, you don’t have to be perfect every day, you don’t have to recruit others for the cause, you don’t have to diss others who aren’t hip with the cause, and you don’t have to be down with everything the word vegan represents. The easiest way to go and stay vegan is to do it because you feel good about it, which is like a non-statement that is to say, don’t overthink it.

In conclusion, going vegan isn’t as intimidating as it sounds and I’m personally pretty into it. Hopefully if you were thinking about giving it a shot this helped.

#vegan #go vegan #vegetarian #plant based #lazy #plant based living

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rockindragonz · 7 years ago

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BunnyRibbit Week Day One - Dessert/Will You go on a Date With me?

Ao3 / For BunnyRibbit Week / 1948 Words

Summary: D.Va talks to Zarya about Lucio while Lucio talks to McCree about D.Va

“Zarya, have you ever dated anyone?” Hana said, pausing in her sit-ups and laying on the gym floor.

“Not before coming here, no. Most are too intimidated by my strength and reputation,” she said, lifting the 50lb weight with ease, even while slightly distracted.

“Oh, well, is it easy for you and Mei?”

“It can be, and it can be like fighting big bear while trying to protect your loved ones, meaning a challenge,” she said. “Why the sudden interest, is there a girl you would like to woo?” Zarya set down the weight and turned to smirk at the small korean woman laying on the floor.

“I told you, Zarya, that crush on Ms. Amari was a one time thing when I was younger,” Hana said sharply, choosing to punctuate her words with sticking her tongue out at the older woman.

“Fair enough, every woman is little gay for Ana Amari at some point in life,” she said with a hearty chuckle, “is it a boy then?”

“Yeah, but he’s really out of my league and almost 8 years older than me, which my mom always said was too much of an age difference for anyone of any age.”

“By all technicalities, Mei is 40 and I am 28. Age is a number once you are mature enough to make rational decisions on your own. Do not date older men before 18 though, they are far too creepy.”

“I get that, but I’m barely 19 and I think he sees me as a little kid,” she said, sticking her bottom lip out.

“Hana. You are much more mature than you act, no? You were in the military at far too young and an international star in the public eye even younger, so you were forced to mature faster than you should have been. You may put on a brave face, but I know you and your type, little one. Shit, I am one of your type, trying to pretend the war never happened so we can sleep at night, correct?” she said, sitting down next to Hana and pulling the girl to sit cross legged next to her, “whoever this boy is, he knows this about you; he knows you are international star and a war veteran. In honesty, he is probably one himself, but it is up to you to control how you feel towards him. No man has control over you, Hana, no man in this entire world. Not Reinhardt, not Jesse, not even Commander Morrison - I mean 76. You are in charge of your body and your emotions and no man can ever take that away from you, no matter who he is. Although, I understand not feeling you have control over how you feel about them, but you have control over what you do about it.”

“So…you think I should tell him?” Hana said, wrapping the end of her hair around her finger and staring at the older woman with wide eyes.

“Yes, you should tell him everything,” she said patting Hana gently between her shoulder blades. With a sigh and an agreeing nod, Hana stood and wiped off her forehead. Zarya soon followed, a knowing grin spread across her features.

“Go now, we will cut this workout short for the day,” Zarya said, waving her hands away from herself in a dismissive manner. Hana nodded and gathered her bright pink towel around her neck. With a great deal of determination, she began to walk out of the workout room.

“Tell Lucio I said hello, would you?” Zarya said. Hana said nothing in reply but held her middle finger up over her shoulder as she walked away, hearing deep laughter as the door shut behind her.

Meanwhile…

“Yo McCree, have you ever, like, seriously dated anyone?” Lucio said, leaning on the railing next to the older man.

“Well, not really up until now. Hanzo is the first I’ve been really serious with. I mean, I was sorta with Genji for a while, but that was just mostly frustration sex and didn’t mean much to either o’ us I think,” Jesse said, stroking his scruffy beard in thought and taking another puff of his cigar.

“Ew man, ew,” Lucio said, scrunching up his nose at the thought of Genji and Jesse going at it. “Real talk though, how did you tell Hanzo you liked him?”

“Just by complimentin’ him relentlessly and callin’ him darlin’ all the time. There never really was a big love confession for neither of us, it just sorta happened.” “Real helpful man.”

Jesse chuckled, puffing out more smoke from his cigar. “Why the sudden interest anyways? Is there some guy you wanna start datin’?”

“Man, I knew tellin’ you about that dumb little crush I had on Reyes was stupid,” Lucio said, putting his forehead in his hands.

“Hey, no judgement here man,” Jessee said with a small chuckle, “I woulda boned Reyes in an instant given the chance. But he was so inta Morrison that I never woulda gotten it, if ya catch my meanin’.”

“Again, gross,” Lucio said, sticking his tongue out in disgust, “but nah, she’s a girl and she’s positively gorgeous man. I mean, her eyes are just so pretty and warm and her smile is so bright and her hair is so soft.”

McCree whistled a short tune in brief response to Lucio before twisting his cigar on the blackened railing and facing Lucio. “You’ve got it bad, kid,” he said simply. Lucio nodded his acknowledgement and went back to holding his head in his hands. “Look at this way: you are an international DJ whose main goal in life is to help people, what girl in her right mind wouldn’t give ya a chance?”

“She’s different though. She’s not starstruck by me because, well, she’s more famous than me.”

“Aha, thought so. Look, just tell Hana how you feel, I’m sure she’ll appreciate the honesty.”

For a moment, Lucio stared at him with eyebrows raised in surprise but he soon let out a low irritated groan and said, “I said too much, didn’t I?”

“It was obvious anyways, Genji and I have been takin’ bets on how much longer y’all are gonna tip-toe around each other,” he said with a short laugh. Lucio rolled his eyes as he pushed himself off the railing and turned towards the glass doors with a single goal in mind: to tell Hana how he felt about her no matter what.

After leaving the gym, Hana decided after one quick smell of her armpits that she should shower before speaking to him and try to make herself more presentable. These plans were shattered, however, when she bumped into him while muttering a confession to herself and literally fell on top of him.

As Lucio entered the common area through the sliding glass doors that connected the balcony he heard footsteps coming closer. When he looked towards the person they were coming from, he saw Hana staring at the ground muttering something too quiet for him to hear. Before he could get a word out, she walked right into him and he fell backwards with her falling on top of him.

When she opened her eyes and stared down at the DJ all rehearsed words left her. Lucio heard a loud wolf-whistle coming from the doorway and saw Hana flick her eyes only briefly to the old cowboy.

“Hah, shouldn’t you at least buy me dinner first?” Lucio said, a deep laugh rolling through his stomach. After saying so, he immediately regretted it as his face flushed an even deeper shade of red. With a start, she realized she was straddling him and was hovering dangerously close to his face. With all the muscle she had in her body, she launched herself backwards, stumbling over apologies. Lucio smiled softly and began to stand, offering a hand to help her up as well. She took it with a small smile and stood to face him.

“Uh, Lucio, there was something I wanted to ask you!” she said, her eyes darting to the side and her finger twirling in her hair. Lucio caught himself thinking that he had never seen her this nervous right before he thought about how adorable she looked in that moment.

“Before you do, I have something really important to ask you,” he said, “and I’m afraid if I don’t ask now, I never will.” Lucio was a sap at heart, though he’d never admit it, and Hana found herself wishing she could see this cute and shy side of him more often.

“You go first then?”

“Same time, then we’ll see whose question is more pertinent,” Lucio said with his signature lady-killer smile. Hana hated that she swooned a bit upon seeing it. With a small gulp, she nodded, preparing herself for an awkward rejection.

“Lucio,” she began.

“Hana,” he said with the absolute softest smile he could manage given how nervous he was.

“Will you go on a date with me?” they both said in rushed and nervous tones.

Two people suddenly began to cackle, both deep and hearty laughs. With a shock, Lucio realized what Hana had said just as Hana realized what he had said. Both of them stared at the other for a moment before furiously nodding and saying yes over and over. She was as red as a tomato, and he was no better off, though it was slightly less noticeable. With an excited smile, Lucio grabbed her hands and pulled her in for a tight hug, which she returned with enthusiasm.

“Get a room you two!” someone yelled. The words were immediately followed by a metallic clang and loud ‘ow’ coming from the original voice.

“What Genji meant to say was congratulations to you both and we wish you all the best,” Zenyatta said, tilting his head slightly in a happy gesture. Behind him, Genji nodded while stifling laughter. The two broke their embrace with red faces and looked at the small crowd that had gathered.

“Thanks Zen,” Lucio said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No, thank you,” he said, turning to McCree who was already getting his wallet out. “I believe I was the only one who bet on them confessing at the same moment everyone, so you can either make your payment now or in increments seeing as I was given 1 in 5 odds with a 5 times payout on a 100 dollar bet.” At this announcement, multiple people in the group groaned and began digging through their wallets for the money. The only other sound that could be heard above that of the groans was Genji’s barking laughter and a clang of metal as he fell to the ground.

Using Zenyatta’s money collecting as a distraction, Lucio and Hana slipped into the hallway and eventually into Lucio’s room. It was still for a moment before both of them began to relax and laughter bubbled out of them almost uncontrollably. After nearly three minutes of laughing, they calmed down in their rolling around and laid beside each other. It was nothing new for them to be this close to each other, but the mood was vastly different than their normal hanging out vibe was, so Lucio scooted over to give Hana some more space on the floor.

“So…” he said, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes.

“So…” she parroted, looking back at him.

“There’s this new ice cream place nearby that I have been dying to go to,

#bunnyribbit week #fanfiction #bunnyribbit #overwatch fanfiction #lucio x dva #writing #rockin writes

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howmanyheartaches · 7 years ago

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This is my contribution for docholligay’s BIRTHDAY EXTRAVAGANZA BROTP CONTEST HEY Y’ALL PLEASE JOIN IN!!!

Big shout-out to ARLHT who came up with this story (I insisted on the prompt “Double Date” – in the “Sailor Moon” category of course) – it fits so nicely into Doc’s love for amusement parks, so here we go!

On a rare occasion

It is good to have a friend. A friend who is always there for you. To pick you up when you’re down. To measure your powers against …

It was a tale as old as time: two over-ambitious blondes met with their significant others in an amusement park, left them somewhere and almost forgot about them, decided to make each other frozen yoghurts and eat all of it in a challenge.

All in the name of honor, of course.

Mina rubbed the insides of her hands together. Oh, this was easy! All she needed to assembly was the healthiest toppings offered and Haruka would not dare to touch them.

But midway while sprinkling some peach juice on top of a few slices of apple, she stopped. Damn, that stuff was sweet! Haruka would totally eat it!

And also, as butch as she was, but that bitch did like to eat a salad.

Frustrated, she almost let the filled cup with frozen yoghurt drop to the floor. Whilst deeply in thoughts, the blonde did not notice that Haruka had stolen herself away. Mina even found herself biting her well-manicured fingernails with her signature glitter nail polish – she was dead serious about winning and now concerned about losing.

The usually confident leader of the Senshi managed to put some pieces together that yelled “Granny sweets!” from afar, but she was also pretty sure that Haruka’s grandma had actually given those sweets to her. All in all, Mina swore to herself never to do a foodie challenge again. And she should have known better after the great Chicken Wings Inccident from last year. Maybe Rei was right after all – she really was stupid.

She almost dropped the cup a second time, when Haruka showed up directly behind her, bending down to whisper in her ear: “Time is up!”

“Lesbian, get away from me”, but Mina jumped back, just in case Haruka didn’t do as told, as Haruka never did as told. Badly trained by that seer. A shame.

“Oh, I see you are scared that you are going to lose!”

Minako could hear a little girl asking “Mom, why are these women yelling?”, but yelled nevertheless: “Swap!”

They swapped the cups as commanded. And then Mina saw for the first time what Haruka Tenoh, Sailor Uranus, Princess of Uterus, was truly capable of.

“This is not allowed!”

“So you have the guidebook of the Grand Challenge Tour De Amusement Park?” This was a rhetoric question. If anyone was going to write a pamphlet, it was surely Haruka.

“This is not the official title!”

“There is no guidebook!!”

Mina took a deep breath. She could do it. She could eat the DAMN PICKLES that Haruka had organized from the hot dog booth next door.

Only that she hated pickles.

Which Haruka knew.

They had been to McDonald’s too often. Freaking Haruka and her freaking 20 pieces of Chicken McNuggets.

And Mina was very certain she would hate pickles even more ON TOP OF FROZEN YOGHURT. More deep breaths followed. Minako, you can do it. You are a fabulous warrior princess.

Two minutes later, she could hear the little girl saying “Yuck, one of these women is now puking!” while Mina threw up in a trashcan outside of the froyo shop.

“Don’t you like it, Mina? I made that all for you and only you!”

Mina pressed your eyes together. She would have screamed for revenge, if her mouth wasn’t occupied differently.

* * *

“Didn’t you swear to yourself to never do a foodie challenge again?”

“I would never do such a thing, Tenoh, besides, this is a speed challenge.”

Mina pointed her chin at the little girl that had supervised her fall at the frozen yoghurt shop, while taking Haruka’s cotton candy from the candy man: “Ah look, there she is, that girl said you’re her hero for wearing men’s slacks!”

As Haruka looked in the pointed direction, Mina made use of the little medallion that Rei had once given to her. The salt inside was supposed to keep ghosts away, in reality Mina was happy to have it during breakfast. But not only eggs sunny-side-up needed the material Michiru was made of! With her medallion emptied, she handed Haruka the cotton candy that was color-wise a rainbow tribute.

She secretly thanked Rei for her thoughtful gift, well knowing, that Rei would not take that tribute. This morning though, she had been happy to see Mina wearing it with her pink crop top and matching Daisy Dukes. It was a nice memory, to see Rei happy – but it would be even nicer to also end this day with winning against her best friend. She could barely do while doing sports – and when they all played beach volleyball, Haruka was always on her team. They were slaying together – Haruka mostly because Michiru liked watching her in her beach volleyball outfit. But now it was time to slay Haruka.

Haruka accepted it, still thinking another person on this planet would enjoy her get-up made off cargo pants and a Hawaii shirt: “Oh, so you think you can beat the wind?”

“Shut up, air pump, and put.that.countdown.down.”

Haruka did as told – for once! - with her BB8-cased smartphone. She seemed eager to start, with the tempting smell of cotton candy in the air: “Okay. Ready. Steady. Go.”

And as the eating contest kicked off, Haruka dug into her colorful pile of cotton candy – only to emerge with her face all warped.

“I can’t eat this”, she declared grossed-out.

Mina smirked, strutting off with her own delicious pink cotton candy: “And the master becomes the student …”

* * *

“Haruka, love, I certainly don’t have to remind you of the fact that it is very hard to get a decent wine in this resort, no? So, please toast with us.”

“Yeah, Mina, you’ve heard her too”, Rei tilted her head in Michiru’s direction, staring at Mina. She was almost able to feel compassion for her girlfriend, who sat sunken into the fancy chair at the only luxurious restaurant in the whole amusement park.

“To this truly rare double date”, Michiru lifted her glass, as Haruka tried to grasp hers shaking. Rei could barely hide her laughter as she sat next to Michiru, ever the most elegant woman in any room, anywhere.

Three glasses clicked, because Mina, for the first time in her life, did not take any likening to alcohol at all – and had no shame of not hiding it.

“Minako, you look almost green-ish. Are you well?” Michiru looked at Mina piercingly and Mina didn’t believe for one second to be on Michiru’s mind even.

“You know damn well I’m not well, Ursula.” Mina rolled her eyes. She had felt better with the cotton candy, but had lost her draw at the “who lasts the longest at the roller coaster” point of the tour. Now, all she wanted to do was to vomit for the rest of her pathetic days, no matter how she usually ate her way through everything Michiru paid for.

“Michi, how was your day so far?” Haruka managed to ask, her mouth still aching from the dose of salt.

“Splendid. I always enjoy spending time with Rei, we had a nice walk through the flower exhibit”, Michiru smiled at Rei, which was being mirrored just as passive-aggressively back to her. It wasn’t a lie, but it hadn’t been a nice walk either, it had been a “Rei flames Mina like the firecracker she is, because she’s shocked that Mina of all people would abandon her in an amusement park” run (greenhorn mistake). Which Haruka overlooked in her first shock: “So you’re rather here with Rei than with me?!”

Michiru just smiled and didn’t say anything.

Haruka leaned in to Mina, almost eating a handful of Mina’s long hair by accident: “Mina, we have to abort.”

“Why, because you know you’re going to lose at the live action ghost train?” Because this was a done deal for Mina. So she leaned forward, letting her Kobe steak almost eat a handful of her hair as well.

“We’re going to the live action ghost train next!” She announced publicly, ignoring Haruka’s sudden flash of angst. Haruka was a lesbian after all.

“Oh, good for you! I know how you don’t get all worked up about bad actor’s performances at all“, Rei grinned.

“You’re such a courageous girl, honey”, Michiru cooed, putting a hand on Haruka’s. Haruka froze on the spot, her heart pounding so loud she was afraid Michiru could hear it.

This was no good.

But Mina did not see the signs.

It was too late to go back.

* * *

“World Shaking!”

“Rukruk, that was decoration made from cardboard!”

“But it looked … very realistic … I …”

“Shat your miniskirt? Do you really think people will believe the electricity we-”

“AAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Venus Love Me Chain!”

“Do you really think people will believe that a pipe broke as well? I’m wet!”

“That’s what she said!”

“That’s what I said because you destroyed a water effect and now I’m under water!”

“HELLO you were the one WHO SCREAMED! Did you really just freak out because of a spider made of plastic? Do you sissies make your weirdly-aging daughter carry out real, small spiders or the old lady that is living with you?”

“Please shut your pie-hole.”

“Most importantly – I won!” A V-sign was thrown in the total dark.

“You won? I won!”

“You said I won so I won!”

“If you’ve won and were not scared, why did you transform …?”

“I don’t want people to notice that Minako Aino is with a full on idiot.”

“So Sailor Venus is.”

“You agreed with me that you’re a full on idiot - so I won.”

* * *

Michiru loved these moments, when the lake was so quiet. Superficial as it was. But the sun was real and it was warming her up even underneath of her sprawling sunhat. They had waited for a stormy moment for their swan-shaped boot to be blown to the middle of the lake and now everything laid still, with the sun powering up again. It was perfect, especially with the pleasant company that was Rei Hino, after all these years.

Even with the smoke in the background, but the two of them were facing in a different direction, watching the Ferris wheel go round and round.

“Did you hear that?” Rei looked up from the cone of ice-cream Michiru had treated her to.

“Yes, my dear, it’s the sound of ‘we can finally go to a proper restaurant’.”

* * *

“At first I thought the handcart would clash with your dress, Rei, but it suits you”, Michiru complimented her best friend while gently touching her arm.

“Right? Target looks always good with a weak girlfriend in tow”, Rei didn’t even flatter Mina with a look at her. Her head held up high, she pulled the handcart that parents could rent for their kids to tug around - with the kind of confidence you could only have if you’ve grown up with Usagi Tsukino and Minako Aino.

“Can you maybe not try to kill me with your leg?” Mina complained at Haruka and her long limbs that were absolutely everywhere.

“You just tried to kill me in this tunnel of horror!”

“You did!”

Haruka finally sighed, giving in, but not able to move her leg away from Mina’s shoulder.

“Michiru, please don’t tell Seiya about this”, she whined.

“Oh, I thought you’d wanted me to snapchat this? I used Minako’s account specifically because she has such a following!”

Haruka shrieked.

“Come here, Tenoh”, Mina pulled Haruka’s foot in a tight embrace. Haruka groaned, but let her foot be some kind of massaged. Yes, it was good to have friends. Especially if you did not think about the fact that your wife needs the account details from your best friend to make fun of you.

And Mina won at last.

#docholligay #writing #one true pairing #brOTP

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Sk8er Girl CH2 (Trixya)- Squeaky Pink

Trixya!HS AU. Trixie is a nerdy, girly girl with bows and frills. Katya is a skater chick with scuffed knees and a Flazéda attitude. When they’re assigned as lab partners, can they discover chemistry together?

Or: She was a sk8er girl. She said see you later girl. She wasn’t good enough for her (or was she?).

[AN: Pink Shrooms aka Squeaky Pink. We’re writing this together but alternating chapters and POVs. Pinky is Trixie’s POV and Squeaky is Katya’s POV. We wanted to write the ending of this chapter based on the actual experience of a friend. The goal was to emulate life it its honest, messy way.]

PLAYING HOOKY

“You have to stop crashing at our place,” Alaska snaps as she throws open the curtains of the trailer. Katya groans and rubs her eyes. Ugh, she can still taste last night’s booze.

“But I thought you liked it when I warmed your couch? Doesn’t it get lonely without me?” Katya yawns as she grabs some cereal from the drawer. Sharon Needles greets her with the middle finger as she comes out of the bedroom in a leather studded jacket.

“Nah, bitch. ‘Lasky and I like to fuck without you a fart’s distance away, listening to our every creak.”

“I’ll close my ears next time.”

“Girl, you live right next to the skate park. So why are you constantly come crawling over to this dumpster?”

“The scenic view,” Katya says and gestures out the window to the pile of rubber tires. Willam zooms past them. Then the whirlwind of a girl kicks open the door, cracks open a can of beer from the fridge, and raises her eyebrows at the three of them.

“So we gonna skate or you blonde fucks too busy finger-popping each others’ assholes?”

“You’re blonde too,” Alaska points out.

“That’s bottle-blonde,” Willam burps. “AKA the dick sucking brand of blonde. Y’all be the lesbian variety.”

“I’m bisexual, bitch,” Katya says, flicking Willam on the forehead and stealing her drink. It’s too early to be drinking, especially on a Wednesday, but it’s not the worst decision she has made this week.

She sighs in relief as the LA sun warms her back, the wind whips her hair, and wheels happily hum against the concrete. Katya’s still a little sore from her fall a couple of days ago, but it’s nothing an early morning spin can’t soothe.

They practice new tricks. Willam finds a new trick and sneaks off into the bushes with him. Alaska tries to ride on Sharon’s back, but they end up collapsing on top of each other, laughing like idiots. Katya smiles up at the blue sky. In the distance, she sees the yellow school bus chugging by, and her easy smile falls away.

“Aw, shit, gotta get my ass to math class before princi-PAL Ru-PAL suspends me,” Willam says and snaps her fingers. “Again.”

“I’m just gonna stay here,” Katya mumbles as her friends grab their backpacks.

Alaska throws a friendly hand over her shoulder: “Can I assssk you a question?”

“Yeah?”

“How are you going to graduate if you don’t show up? I’m surprised that you, pardon the expression, have the balls to skip so much school with that Barbie doll as your lab partner.”

Katya rubs her fingers over the bandaid. She bites her lip as she remembers how gently Trixie had applied it. Sure, Trixie had come off as a bitch during class, but Katya also saw a softer side to her that afternoon. Fuck, then those stupid tampons and Katya had run away…

They’d made Katya anxious. Her? Anxious? Groundbreaking. She wasn’t ready to come out to Trixie as trans. Although she definitely liked Trixie, they just weren’t that close. Trixie was an out and proud lesbian…so maybe being a part of the LGBT community she’d be more understanding? Katya shook her head; she didn’t want to risk it. It’s none of Trixie’s business, anyway.

She sighs: Why bother, ‘Lasky? My brain’s full of small mice that run and run, but they’re going nowhere. You think my mouse-run brain’s gonna get me to college? Nah, fuck school knowledge. I should just take the GED exam so I can spend more time practicing my skating for competitions.“

Alaska squeezes her shoulder, but Willam gives the back of Katya’s helmet a firm smack.

“Now listen. Stop being stupid, stupid! Teachers want you to graduate, so they don’t gotta deal with yo ass. So just show up and show tits. Unless you have Michelle Visage, then wear a turtleneck. I’m saying this cause I love you, and I don’t want to see you sellin’ that ass on the side of road for a quarter when you’re worth a million bucks. Go to school. Get a diploma. Maybe get head from a hottie. And get the fuck over yourself.”

Katya laughs even as she shakes her head. God, why are her friends so amazing? Even though she’d rather spend the rest of the day here, perfecting her moves at the park, Katya goes with them to school.

Choices.

——

BACK TO SCHOOL (AGAIN)

First period is gym, and Katya’s secretly glad to trade in her helmet for a badminton racket. Coach Santino gives her a nod and tosses her a birdie. Most students think he’s a creep ever since that rumor that he took Violet Chachki to Red Lobster and ate her out, but he seems ok. Well, at least he doesn’t have a dildo wedged up his ass like Ms. Del Rio.

Katya plays a game with Alaska. Their shots fail to go over the net, but they’re giggling anyways. Gym has always been her favorite period. Besides lunch and study hall.

RIIIIIIIIIIIING.

Katya slumps into the back of English class, and they’re reading -surprise!- Shakespeare. More like Shakesqueer, Katya mouths to Sharon Needles. They fist bump. It’s Romeo and Juliet, and everyone groans except for this one girl with grey hair, Max, who’s a little too excited to do assigned reading. Oh, wait, she’s a theater kid, so of course she diddles herself to The Bard.

“It’s the most romantic play of all time! I can feel every line in my bosom,” Max sighs.

Bosom? Suuuure. Katya zones out and looks up a Sparknotes summary on her phone. Romeo is super in love with this Rosaline girl one day and then Juliet the next day? Wow, true love. Katya’s seen this exact drama played out behind the skate park bushes at least twice a week featuring less death and more herpes.

“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,” Max reads with a pathetic sigh. Katya wants to stab her eye with her pencil.

Katya is relieved when English class finishes. “If I have to listen to that British girl jerking off to Romeo’s monologues for the rest of this week…I don’t think I’m coming back,” Katya groans as they walk out back to the dumpster. She lights up Sharon’s cigarette and then her own.

“Love is bullshit,” Sharon agrees as Alaska arrives; she offers the younger girl a puff.

“You have a girlfriend though.”

“Nah, I gotta friend, who likes to fuck. Big difference. Romeo just wanted to stick it in, so he had to get married to do it to please the patriarchy. Worst thing that happened to us gays was when we started getting gay-married.”

“Are you sure?” Katya rolls her eyes. “Are you sure that’s the worst thing that’s happened to us gays in the last hundred years?”

“Ok, maybe not. But love is fake and marriage is an institution.”

Alaska snaps her fingers in agreement and gives Sharon Needles a peck on the cheek. Ugh, for two people who think love is fake, they look like they are going to elope and drive to Las Vegas any day now. They’re that one couple that everyone knows is a thing, but they pretend it’s not as serious as it is. Katya has a That’s-So-Raven moment where she sees their wedding invitations. Gross.

“I mean is capitalism’s corporate dick wedged deep inside our every sacred tradition, including marriage? Yes. Do I still think social equality for the LGBT community is important? Fuck yes.”

Katya and Sharon go back and forth. Katya wishes that school was like this- a real debate. She wishes that it wasn’t always regurgitating the teachers’ opinions for a grade. Then the bell rings and they head inside, but Katya stays to finish. As she deeply inhales the smoke, Katya rubs the Barbie Band-Aid once more. Why hasn’t she taken it off yet?

“Oh, good, look who decided to show up,” Ms. Del Rio deadpans.

“McDonald’s wasn’t hiring,” Katya jokes back as the entire class laughs. Laganja chirps ‘okuuurrr.’ Ms. Del Rio gives Katya a look like drop another test tube and you’ll wish they were hiring.

Katya forgot her lab manual, periodic table, and basically everything at home, so she just slinks down next to Trixie. She hates that her stomach twists up into a knot when the blonde smiles at her. Katya almost forgets how to smile back.

“I scared you off, huh? Sorry…I tend to have that kind effect on people,” Trixie softly whispers as Ms. Del Rio dims the lights.

Katya’s fingers brush against Trixie’s as they reach for their pencils. Katya may not believe in love, but she believes in the way her thighs clench with arousal at the touch. Electric. Trixie’s wearing a strapless dress, which is tight around her breasts, and Katya believes in the way her cock twitches at the sight.

Katya’s glad the lights are low enough to hide her heated face. What? She’s eighteen and horny, and Trixie Mattel is the world’s least likely girl to ever sleep with her. All things considered, Katya would do anything to bury her face between those thick thighs.

She tries to slow her breathing and concentrate on the video about potassium. Nothing like ions to try and take your mind off of your growing erection. Katya shouldn’t have worn denim shorts this tight, but it’s too late to do anything but squirm in her seat with regret and arousal.

Trixie leans in, breath curling against Katya’s ear: “Did the Band-Aid help?”

“Not without the expert care of my favorite Barbie nurse,” Katya says, trying for flirty, but she kind of stumbles at the end and lands closer to awkward. Curse Trixie and her breasts and bows and brains! If only Katya had that many B’s on her report card, her parents might actually want her to come home. Wow, now she’s horny and anxious? An all time low.

“What made you come back to chemistry?”

My asshole friends.

“You,” Katya promises with a wink.

Trixie snorts and rolls her eyes. She’s so frustratingly superior, and Katya should hate her for that. It kind of turns her on though. Katya likes when Trixie sasses her with a single look, and, wow, thoughts like that aren’t helping with the boner situation. It’s hard -pun intended- to think when Trixie’s around.

“Sorry about the tampons.”

Katya flinches. Ok, erection effectively killed.

“Don’t mention it. No, like, please, don’t mention it.”

“I thought it was weird that you ran, but I talked to my friends and…well, Max has a chronically shallow vagina, and she says that tampons won’t fit. So, I don’t know you or your medical history, and if I somehow triggered you, I’m sorry. Really sorry.”

Thinking about Max’s chronically shallow vagina has made Katya very un-hard. Wow, that’s the first time that Katya has ever been thankful someone un-aroused her. Chemistry class has taken a turn for the weird. Just how Katya likes it.

“It’s ok,” she promises. “I promise not to run away from you again, if you help me figure out how to pass this class. Da?”

“Wait…you know Russian?”

“I don’t just know it– I am Russian. I was brought here when I was six, so I don’t have an accent. Why?”

“Because I want to go to college in Russia!” Trixie whispers. “Please help me, and I’ll reach-around to help you.”

Ok, now that just sounds vaguely like a sex act. Courtney twists around at her lab table and gives them both a knowing look.

“Fuck, yeah!”

Wow, that was not her inside voice. That wasn’t even her outside voice. That’s her in-the-basement jerking off to porn voice, and now everyone in the room is staring.

Ms. Del Rio click-clacks over to them, and Katya wants to cower under the lab table. The woman hands them both a slip for lunch detention. Trixie gasps as she’s given the pink slip, holding it like it’s covered in poisonous chemicals.

“I see that I have a couple of clowns in my class this year, so let me repeat- all foolishness will earn you a detention slip. If you don’t want to behave, get packing.”

Katya doesn’t give a shit, but Trixie buries her face into her hands and doesn’t speak to her for the rest of the period. The lab is so simple even Katya manages to get it. Trixie’s face is blank, but Katya can see the hurt just under the surface. She wishes that she knew how to approach her or what to say. Once more, she’s reminded of what different worlds they come from.

“Hey, so do you still want to tutor-”

“You smell like cigarettes,” Trixie snaps and rushes out of the classroom, pink slip crumpled up in her hand.

Katya usually is the first to bolt after class, but she goes up to Ms. Del Rio instead: “I did everything! I cursed and came in late and- and please don’t punish Trixie for me being an idiot.”

“You were both talking. You both get detention. Next?”

“No! I wasn’t talking to Trixie I, uh, I was…talking to myself?” Katya stammers and it’s ridiculous even for her. “Please, don’t punish Trixie. She’s trying her best and school is so important to her-”

“Then she’ll go to lunch detention. I don’t believe in special treatment, Ms. Zamo. I’ll see you both in an hour,” Ms. Del Rio says, and her word is law. What is this? Prison?

Katya skips social studies to smoke behind the bleachers with Laganja. She rants about science class, omitting her erection, and questions why school is structured like the penal system. Laganja replies with her usual yes, mawma, preach, god.

Katya comes back, reeking even worse of smoke, and sits a lab table away from Trixie. She bought french fries and milk. Part of a balanced diet. Ms. Del Rio silently grades work at the front of the room, but then she leaves half way through to go to the bathroom.

“Pssstt,” Katya faux-whispers. “Sorry. Hey, are we even on the whole running away from each other thing?”

“Sure. It’s fine,” Trixie mutters, tearing her chicken nuggets in half and opening up her chem notes. That’s the least ‘fine’ fine Katya has ever heard. Fuuuuck, trust her to have a crush on the girl who’s in love with her school work. They’re in chemistry class, but this feels like a lesson in subtraction; Katya should just subtract her being from Trixie’s being. Maybe then Trixie wouldn’t look so miserable.

Katya sighs.

What bullshit did Shakespeare write? Love is smokey sighs? Accurate.

Katya wishes that she had asked Alaska and Sharon what to do. They were the most functional dysfunctional couple that she’d ever met. How did they manage it?

Remedial algebra passes in a blur of numbers. Tick tock. Katya wants to jump over the clock and punch Mr. Davis with a sock. That’s the gibberish that she texts Willam at least.

Suck his cock -W

U say that whenever anyone has a problem. Broken heart? Suck. Broken leg? Suck. Broken moral compass? Suck. -K

If it’s broken, sucking a cock will help. 10/10. User tested and reviewed. -W

How about if u…hurt someone’s feelings? -K

Hurt how? Fucked their mother kinda hurt? -W

Like if you accidentally got them into detention? And they don’t have a dick to potentially suck??? -K

Uhhhhhhhh, lick their clit -W

Metaphorically? -K

OK, MAX. -W

Hmm -W

Try ‘sorry’ -W

Tried that -K

Try it again but this time with your face in between her thighs ;) -W

Katya laughs and sends a gif of a burning hot dog because it feels right in this wiener driven context. She remembers when she came out as trans to her, and Willam was legit like ‘damn, you got the best of both worlds, Hannah Montana.’ Willam never failed to make her laugh.

She arrives at ninth period Intro to Psychology feeling like she’s lost ten years off her life. How has so much drama happened? On a Wednesday for fucks sake.

It’s started to lightly drizzle, and Katya jiggles her foot as she watches the rain streak down the window. Good thing she has a baseball bat, water bottle, and umbrella in her locker. It’s an ‘escape kit’ for a potential zombie apocalypse. Huh, guess Katya’s like Trixie in that way, always preparing for the worst.

“Write down five words that describe you and try to connect those different parts of your identities. Which one is most important to you? In this Unit of Psychology we’ll be exploring ourselves…”

Katya can think of a lot of words that describe her perfectly: skater, chronic under achiever, ADD, bisexual, trans, disappointment—

Disappointment. That’s the word that keeps repeating in her head as she doodles a tattoo design on the side of her paper. Her parents would never approve of a hammer and sickle tattoo, but Katya’s stopped living her life for them. She stopped the day she’d come out as trans ten years ago. Katya had already been wearing skirts around the house since she came to America, but, when she turned eight, Katya gave the middle finger to the world.

Now, she’s eighteen, and her middle finger is still firmly in the air. Her mother, Pat, understands, but her father doesn’t- he never did. He looks at her, silent, like she’s a mistake. Fuck. Katya excuses herself to go pee. She can’t think of words when her brain keeps racing around like a mouse from one thought crumb to the next. Katya stays in the bathroom stall longer than necessary, pressing her head into her hands.

By the time the bell rings, the rain is coming down hard. Katya can only see the yellow blur of buses and the distant green of trees. Alaska and Sharon are making out on top of her locker, and she pushes them off.

“Ay, this is the thanks we get for letting you stay in our humble abode?” Sharon grumbles.

“Please keep all hands and tongues inside your space while near my locker. This is a 'No Slobber Zone.’ Bitch needs to keep dry.”

“Mhm, that’s not what Willam’s been texting,” Alaska says and raises her eyebrow. “Says you want to make someone wet…with apology tears.”

“Willam’s a Willam.”

“And you’re showing all the signs of being in looove. Sighing? Lying? Laganja told Gia who told Alyssa who told me that you begged Ms. Del Rio not to give Trixie Mattel detention. What’s really going on with you and Barbie, huh?”

“Nothing,” Katya lies and flushes. Wow, it’s a good thing she’s a skater and not a poker player. Her red cheeks are a dead give away.

———

LOST KITTEN

The buses have left by the time Katya rolls outside, red umbrella above her. The pavement is slippery, so Katya forces herself to slow down. She can’t go to the skate park, and, after this morning, she can’t go back to the trailer park. Heart sinking, Katya directs herself home.

Just as she’s turning the corner, Katya sees the saddest sight. Trixie is walking without an umbrella. Her bow is soggy. Her Moschino backpack is practically dragging on the ground.

“Need umbrella? Da?” Katya says with a faux-Russian accent.

Trixie pushes a strand of wet hair from her forehead and smiles: “My knight on a shining skateboard.”

Katya jumps off and tucks her board under her arm. Trixie’s hand brushes hers as she reaches up to hold the umbrella. Katya can’t help it when her cheeks heat up. Her? Blushing? Unheard of.

They walk in silence for a bit, and Katya knows that the events of this morning are still weighing heavily between them. Katya wishes she knew how to break through all of Trixie’s many shields, but she’s…so confusing. Somehow, the more confused Trixie makes her, the less Katya can stay away.

Rain, rain, don’t go away, Katya thinks as Trixie’s hip bumps against hers. You just saved this horrid day.

Katya opens her mouth to say that and then closes it. Everything she wants to say sounds dumb compared to how brilliant Trixie is. Everything might mean nothing when Trixie doesn’t know she’s trans. Why can’t she just say that? Just be the usual middle-finger-to-the-world girl that she is at home and with her friends?

Instead, Katya clears her throat. Pathetic. They pass by the town stores, and she wrinkles her nose at the reek of wet dog. There are too many strays in this town.

“Wait. Did you hear that?”

“What?” Katya stops, but there’s nothing but the rush of cars, splashing through puddles, and the roar of motorcycles. In the distance, she can hear the rumble of thunder. Trixie heads towards the dark alleyway, and Katya follows her.

“Look,” Trixie whispers, breathless.

Katya hears the most pathetic ‘meow’ as she leans down to see a cardboard box. On the outside it says ‘Lucky’s Treats,’ but, inside, there’s the most unlucky looking kitten. It sadly mewls as Trixie carefully reaches down.

“A kitten,” Trixie sighs as she hugs it to her breast. The motherly act makes Katya’s heart twist.

Suddenly, Katya can see the girl who fell to her knees to help her at the skate park. Trixie’s eyes are soft and lips parted when she looks up at Katya. How can one girl hide so much beauty?

“My mom is allergic to cats,” Trixie confesses as she looks up at her with pleading eyes.

“Well, I live in the basement cause my parents are allergic to me, so…yeah, come one, let’s sneak this kitty cat in.”

Trixie’s eyes light up, and she gratefully presses a kiss to Katya’s cheek. It might just be a friendly gesture, but Katya’s toes curl in her wet Converse. God, the sight of Trixie with that little kitten snuggled into her big chest is the best thing she’s seen all day. They debate over names before finally settling on ‘Lucky’ because that’s what it said on the side of the box. Besides, the little scrap of fur is lucky to have found them.

“Shhh,” Katya presses a finger to her lips as she slips in through the back door. They’re tracking water everywhere, so it will be obvious. Still, Katya’s main priority is helping Trixie and Lucky.

They give him milk and watch as he happily laps it up. Trixie’s head is in her hands, face still unguarded, as she happily watches. Trixie tells her a story about how she used to sneak into the animal shelter in the town over on Sundays, spend the whole day there, and tell her mom she was at church. Katya laughs; she thinks that she could listen to Trixie all day.

“Your turn,” Trixie says and nudges her knee. They’re pressed up close on the couch now, with their science homework spread out on the table. Fuck, she likes Trixie so much. She needs to be honest with her so that if Trixie pushes her away, it’ll be sooner rather than later.

“When I was a little kid, I…came here from Russia. So I never felt like I fit in. Everyone saw some stranger, who didn’t speak how they spoke. Who didn’t look how they thought a- a “boy” should look.”

Trixie’s eyebrows shoot up and she covers her mouth. Then she laughs-

“Wait, you’re joking, right? You mean you were…a tomboy? Right?!”

“No, I…I’m transgender,” Katya says to her hands, afraid to look up at Trixie’s face.

Silence.

Lucky yawns and curls up on the carpet to sleep. The clock angrily ticks as Katya waits for Trixie to say something, anything. Oh god, everything had been going so great and then Katya had to fuck it up.

“That’s great,” Trixie says, face blank. “Great. Uh, I think I have to…my mom wants me to come home…”

“Right,” Katya says, blinking away tears.

Wow, this couldn’t have gone any worse.

“I’ll see you in class-”

“Wait, but- but how about we go over some of the Russian declensions? Or you show me the element symbols again-”

“See you in class,” Trixie repeats, gives her an awkward side hug, and then she’s gone. She leaves Katya shaken and alone. Katya feels like she’s been stripped naked, raw, and then left out in the rain. She curls up on the floor, cradling Lucky to her chest. Katya has already cried once today, and she hates that the tear count is this high.

Disappointment. That’s the word that keeps repeating in her head. Katya gets up, and, even though it’s too early to sleep, hides in bed. Katya buries her face into the pillow and screams. Louder. She can still see Trixie’s eyes, judging her.

Maybe it would have been better if Katya had gotten Laganja or Sasha fucking Belle for a lab partner. Then they could have just failed together. Katya wants to live in a world where she never met Trixie or opened up to her.

The kitten licks her hand, which is hanging over the edge of the bed.

Katya lifts Lucky up and cradles him to her chest.

“There are too many strays in this town,” Katya whispers. “You. Me. They left you in a box. They left me at the airport. I was six. How old are you, Lucky? They also told me I was ‘lucky’ to be taken in by such a nice, middle-class family. Why don’t I feel that way then? God, we’re both so alone, Lucky, so let’s…let’s be alone together? You and me. Just you and me against this world.”

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