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marvelousstevetony · 3 years ago

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Okay, so after a stressful few months, I finally wrote a little snippet of something. This was mainly just to get back into writing, but hopefully, I'll get to some of the requests in my inbox very soon!

Anyways; a short no-powers au, stevetony, coffee shop meet-cute. I might continue if anyone wants to read more of this, lol.

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Tony downs the last of his coffee as he closes the file that’s sprawled upon the table of the coffee shop.

He neatly places it back in his briefcase, humming contently to himself, the notes of his favorite medium roast dancing on his tongue, and he lets out a sigh of relief at the thought of going home after another stressful days.

As he’s packing up, his pocket vibrates, and Tony quickly pulls out his phone and looks at the caller ID.

“Hey, Pep,” he answers, his voice ragged from running board meetings all day.

Pepper says something in return, but it’s unintelligible as the buzz of the coffee shop drowns out any other noise.

“Hold on a sec, I can’t hear you,” he says, getting to his feet, and grabs the empty cup as he heads for the door. “I’m just leaving the coffee shop.”

“Tony? Do you hear me now?” Pepper asks once Tony’s gotten outside. He confirms that yes, he can hear her, then she continues and starts running Tony through his schedule for the next couple of days.

“I swear, Pep, I’m one board meeting from handing the company over to you,” Tony grumbles, pressing his phone closer to his ear and stops the other with his index finger to block out the honks and boisterous pedestrians. “I can’t do it anymore. I’m going on vacation.”

Tony can all but hear Pepper rolling her eyes at him. She always tells him how dramatic he’s being, which… fair enough.

“You’re being dramatic, Tony. Besides, the— wait, what’s that sound? Is someone shouting in the background?”

He hadn’t noticed, but when he distances the phone from his ear, he does hear a Hey! Being called from somewhere behind him.

“Yeah, well. We’re in New York, someone’s always shouting,” Tony states, but then he feels a something heavy grab his shoulder, and he quickly spins around to see who has the audacity to lay their hands on Tony’s very expensive suit jacket.

“What the—“

Oh. Oh.

“Pep, I gotta go. I’ll call you back, okay? Bye.” The words rush out of his mouth before Pepper even has the chance to form a coherent reply.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt or- or startle you,” Tall, Blonde, and Handsome says in hurried voice and instantly withdraws his hand from Tony’s shoulder.

Tony casts a quick glance at where Blue Eyes’ hand had been and finds that, despite the touch lasting less than two seconds, he already misses the warmth and heaviness of it. Trying to come up with a reply, he opens and closes his mouth a good few times, but all that escapes through his lips are a few confused noises that must make him seem like a right fool.

“You, uh, you forgot your briefcase. At the coffee shop,” Blondie explains and smiles wryly as he holds up the black, leather bag.

Tony blinks at him, still unable to get his brain to function properly. For a second, he imagines the look on Pepper’s face as she’s yelling at him for losing yet another briefcase full of important files, but his mind is soon infiltrated by the stranger in front of him.

There’s a weak indent on his left cheek, one that probably deepens into a small dimple the wider his smile gets. His nose is covered by a light sprinkle of freckles that Tony guesses have come as a result of New York recently being graced with the Sun’s presence. And good God, his eyes — Tony could spend hours, days even, trying to figure out what shade of blue they are.

“I just- I saw you leaving, and it was still there, so I figured…”

The man looks a little uncertain, as if he had gotten it wrong and it wasn’t actually Tony’s briefcase but someone else’s entirely, and that’s when Tony realizes he still hasn’t said a word.

He gratefully accepts the case and nods at the stunner, who he notices is shuffling his feet uncomfortably.

“Right. Thank you,” Tony says, opens the case and reaches for his wallet.

The man’s eyes widen as Tony starts looking through it, then rushes out, “I didn’t steal anything, I promise.”

It occurs to Tony that it definitely looks like he’s checking if everything’s still there, which is surely not what Tony intended. “Oh, I didn’t— I was just,” Tony tries and fails to articulate, instead opting for just waving the $100 bill in the air between them, gesturing for the man who just saved Tony from another earful to take the money and saying a final, “thank you.”

The bluest eyes Tony has ever seen grows impossibly wider when he understands, then holds up his hands, palms facing Tony and the money. “Oh, no, I can’t accept that.”

Tony sighs internally. Of fucking course. Not only is the guy hot as hell, but he’s also as polite as can be. Figures.

“Please, it’s the least I can do.” He pushes the bill closer to the man, then, with a smirk, adds, “You just saved me from a whole lotta trouble, so.”

The chuckle that slips through those luscious, pink lips is so low and sultry, it’s actually kind of offensive, Tony thinks.

“Well, I’m glad I could be of service. Anyone would’ve done the same, though,” he says and gently nudges Tony’s hand down, smiling sheepishly.

“We both know that’s not true,” Tony quips with a raise of an eyebrow.

“Anyone decent, then,” he amends and this time, when he beams at Tony, Tony catches a glimpse of the perfect, pearly white teeth that are hidden behind his lips.

If Tony wasn’t so distracted and preoccupied by daydreaming about his rom-com worthy meet-cute, he maybe would’ve asked for the guy’s number, or even just his name, but all of Tony’s composure has apparently left the building.

“Are you sure?” Tony asks, frowning. “I insist—“

“Absolutely sure,” he assures. “Just being a decent human. Have a good day, sir.” He flashes Tony one last, soft smile as he pockets his hands and walks away.

Tony stays still for a minute, watching as he makes his way down the street. He can’t help the warmth that rises to his face and the blush that colors he cheeks when the most gorgeous man in New York City glances over his shoulder and looks right at Tony with a similar fond expression and cheeks tinted crimson.

A good day indeed.

#my fic #stevetony #no one asked for this #but i just wanted to write a little smth #no-powers au #coffee shop au #meet-cute

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syalmazhafira17 · 4 years ago

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Ever Since New York

A/N: Hello! This is my first HS fanfiction for the Playlist Fic Challenge hosted by @harrystylescherry. I didn’t specified any Harry era, you could imagine any Harry era you want to! I think this is also a reader insert fanfic, but well, hopefully it does. The pronoun I use here is she/her. I know this is not the real meaning of the song, but the actual meaning of the song triggered me myself, I didn't like to write about it, I'm sorry. If there’s any mistakes, please let me know because English wasn’t my first language. And if you’d like to give me reviews or talk to me, you could absolutely do it! Happy reading! XOXO, Syalma

Word Count: 5.1k

TW: car accident

“I’ve been praying ever since New York” – Ever Since New York

Things started in a place. And for Harry, it was New York.

New York City might not be the most romantic city in general public, but for the Harry Edward Styles, the city is a gift for him. The sweetest memory started here, in the city. When every now and then the city was always busy, but he found comfort in the middle of it. Something he previously never thought to find about in this city.

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He was just shuffling through the crowd in Times Square. It was at night in the busy hour. He was wrapped in a thick jacket and sunglasses, and everything was so packed, even people, and anyone barely notices him. Which he was thankful about, because it was already a tiring day for him in the studio. It’s already late in his opinion and all he wants is jump on his bed right away. Or maybe a cuddle, even, only if he has someone to cuddle.

The thought stuck in his head, and that night, God given him what he wishes quietly. He bumped into a girl in the Metro. The girl turned around, rising her eyebrow in confusion. When she saw him, she started to freak out. Her head already in a negative view. She step aside a little, giving a space between him and her. He wanted to mumble an apology, before realizing the girl already stepping away from him.

She looks like she’s a college student, he thought. And before he knew it, she snapped her eyes at him alarmingly. He knew she can’t see his eyes staring at her like a lost puppy found its owner, but it surely already makes way to her instinct.

“Sorry,” he mumbled and turned away, locking his eyes at the ceiling of the Metro track.

He didn’t know, that ever since that day, she will be stuck in his daydreams, and out of the blue, making way to his songs and writings.

Ever since the metro, she’s all he thinks about.

///

Their faith tied together again. It’s lunch time and they both met again in the restaurant.

She was looking around the place to find one single unoccupied chair. Her eyes fell on two, one in front of a smoking men and one in front of the curly-headed men. She hates the smoke, and for the sake of it, she makes her way through the table.

“Hello, I’m so sorry to disturb your lunch, may I sit here by any chance?” she asked. The men turned around. He looks right back at her, with bright green eyes and hazelnut curls on top of his head. A moment of silence as Harry regains back his memory of the Metro girl he bumped into.

“I’m so sorry, if you didn’t want to. I’ll find another seat,” she brought her tray away, walking to the opposite direction from the table.

“Hey, um, I didn’t mean to. You can- you can seat here,” he nodded, chewing his lips. He has been thinking about her for some times, once he already got the girl, he messed it up by just looking at her.

“Oh— thank you so much!” she smiled brightly as she turns back to the table and set down her food tray.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, before he speaks up after a war with his gut.

But she did it first.

“I’m sorry, but you look familiar, have I met you before?” she asked.

His mind glued at her until he forget to answer it until she cleared her throat in a code to snap him back to reality.

“Eh, sorry, sorry. Yeah, we’ve met before. In the Metro, the men bumping at you at busy hour,” he scratches the back of his neck, like he always do when he was nervous.

“New York is really a city of possibility. Who knows I bumped into Harry Styles on a Metro?” she laughed. Harry’s smile makes its way back to his face. There’s something about this girl he was very fond of.

“You know…me?” he asked in disbelief.

“Of course I do. Like everyone else. I’ve been a fan,” she nodded.

“You didn’t, don’t get me wrong, look like one,” he stared at her. He wanted to hear her way of saying ‘I do’ in front of their families and kissed in front of everyone. With him.

“Well, I am. Not all fangirl looks like they are a fan, aren’t we? But yeah, I’m a fan. Dying to get a quick snap of you, but I figured you will quickly find my phone’s camera lens as soon as I snap it, considering your sixth sense of it and me sitting only separated by a table, so that might not be a good idea. And yeah, maybe I look calm outside, don’t be tricked by it. I freaked out inside,” she laughed. There’s something about the way she talks that makes him mesmerized by it. He gulped down.

“Do you want a snap?” he offers. Her eyes look back at him in shock. She slowly nodded. She offers her phone, but he already pulled out his.

He snap their picture quickly before he sends it.

“Do you have an Apple product phone? So, it will airdrop?” he asked.

“Eh, no, I have an Android, but I have my iPad with me. Give me a sec,” she pulled out a device from her backpack. She turned it on and Harry sends the picture to it. He glances at the name of her device. y/n’s iPad. y/n. A name he will remembers.

Looking at him glancing at the name of her iPad, she suddenly realized.

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m y/n,” she offered her hand.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Harry,” he giggled.

“Hi Harry,” she said, in a soft tone, that makes him wanted to listen to it for the rest of his life. They both laughed and continued their food.

Ever since the restaurant, he wonders if their faith will collide once again.

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“Hello, um, no, that’s…probably not a good tone, you have to use the perfect charming tone. Not too low, not too high, not too fast, not too slow. Hey. That’s too informal,” he chippers in front of his bathroom’s mirror.

He didn’t know how much luck he could get right now. He got her phone number, for some weird connection only God knows exist. She was one of his mates’ old friend. Her contact was buried beneath his’ phone for ages and he managed to pull that out of his contact and have the courage to save the number in his phone and gave the girl he met by coincidence a call in one fine Saturday night. And managed to croak out a question in the middle of his nervous state on that simple call.

And fast forward a week, here he is standing in front of the mirror, practicing his line over and over while his nervousness ripping him off little by little. He doesn’t know how he have this whole luck of her.

His phone suddenly rang, snapping him out of his thought and sprinting to his phone as quick as possible. He pulls up the green button after glancing at the caller’s ID.

“Hey, Harry,” she greeted. Her voice ran down his spine and gave him a comfort he never felt before with anyone else.

“Hello,” he said. A dead silence for a moment before she continued speaking.

“Um, I don’t know if I disturb you, I’m so sorry if I do, but I’ve been waiting for about 45 minutes, and I wonder if you will go on the date or cancel it? Because if you want to cancel it, then it’s okay. I’m just checking.”

Harry looking up at the clock on the wall. The clock showed him the time that felt like a slap at his face. And her soft voice asking him in concern make him regret his own feeling. He was supposed to be where she is now an hour ago, he planned on coming earlier than her to make a good impression, but now he’s late, like really late. There will be no way she’s going to forgive him nor agree to go on the second date with him.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, I– I just lost track of time, I’ll be there in a sec,” he stuttered. He push his phone to his pocket, ran to his keys, and flung himself to his Range Rover and hit the road as fast as the law allowed him to sped up.

He arrived in the span of 15 minutes from her phone call, panting and sweating, as well as nervous and panicking, scared to look at her face once she pulled up to the passenger’s side of his car. She raised an eyebrow before touching his bicep softly to distract him from his thoughts.

“Harry?” she asked. “Are you alright?”

“Uh- yeah, I’m okay,” he nodded quickly.

“You look pale and sweating,” she examined his face.

“I’m great, that’s just…my natural features,” he tumbled over his words. “Shall we go?”

“It’s okay if you’re not feeling good, I could just go home,” she looks at him with a concerned face.

There will be no way he will let her let out of his grasp. He was already in the edge of not getting her by forgetting the time, he won’t let her go home alone this time.

“I’m perfectly fine, we’ll go to one of my favorite restaurant,” he stated, the thought simply giving him a new pump of confidence.

“Oh, alright, we’ll go then,” she relaxed to the seat and buckled herself. He drives through the night glow of New York with Brooklyn Bridge and Miss. Liberty watching him. Watching quietly as Harry Styles trying his best to get the girl he dreamed of by picking up the rest of the pieces left about him in her that he already broke. And this city being the quiet paparazzi recording every step of him got the love of his life.

Ever since the date, he knew he will do anything to be with her.

///

He shifted in his sleep, making himself a little more comfortable, while scooting further to her arms. She wrapped her arms around his wide form graciously, mumbling something before inhaling his scent to soothe herself to go back to sleep.

They tangled together in her bed, sheets crumpling beneath their bodies. They didn’t need it anymore; each other’s warm presence was more than enough to keep them safe and sound in the summer night.

They have been official for a couple months now, 7 months to be precise, after him, being a nervous wreck having the courage to ask her to be his and his only. He was nervous, sweat covering his palm, and his voice trembling as he asks her. He doesn’t know how he did it, but he did end up driving home with her hand in his and a thin layer of her lipstick left on his lips. And when he got back to his own place, he screamed from the balcony to the busy road beneath, doesn’t even spare a glance at pedestrians looking up at him weirdly, or the fans started to clicking their cameras up secretly, or paparazzi recording him. In his mind, the world was just him and her.

His eyes flicker open, looking up to her, who sleeps peacefully. He stays there and just watching her breathing rhythm. He loves it when she got into peace like this, with no crease between her brows or an upset face painted on her beautiful face.

“Are you going to creepy stare at me forever or tell me what time it is?” she asked, her eyes still closed.

“Both, it’s around 1 in the morning darling,” he said sweetly, kissing her shoulder.

“Great! Now tell me everything you wanted to ramble on,” she said jokingly.

He knows she was joking, but he did anyways. He spoke up.

“I want babies, to cuddle! To squish their little chubby cheeks. How cute would that be? They will have green eyes and curly hair like I do, and they’ll have tiny smile that looks like yours! And we’ll squish their tiny faces and kiss them and we’ll spoil them with so much love and—and—and—Gucci!” he giggled after the word came out. Of course, Harry’s staple, Gucci, will be on the list of his babies.

“And we’ll put them in bear onesies I saw on Pinterest the other day! And we’ll paint the walls soft yellow, and we’ll get to cuddle them in our arms at night, and they will squirm in our arms, and when they wake up hungry in the middle of the night, I’ll come to them so you’ll sleep. And I can stop my work while they were little, could almost be packed in the suitcase I brought on tour! And when they got old enough, we’ll go around the world and they’ll meet a lot of people, will see the world in real life. And then…they’ll grow up,” he ended his ramble about babies in a sad face, realizing babies could grow up too, and they will not be so little anymore.

“And then, you’ll make more,” she ended the whole story for him.

“You? Why not— oh yeah, I’m sorry,” he looked down like a sad kitten. “We never talk about this before.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. We’ll be a little family, with babies like you want, yeah? Their little faces and cheeks, want to squish and kiss them already,” she fixed her words. He looked up at her again excitedly.

“And we’ll have kittens! Cute little fur balls in the couch!” he continued on.

He continues to talk about kittens. How cute they were, how many will they have, and how he will fed them.

“I love cats lots, but not as much as I love—” his eyes widen after he realized what he just said.

“I love…?” she didn’t have a single clue what he was about to say. And he was thankful for it. “Babies?” she guesses.

“No,” he shook his head.

“So…what?” she furrowed her eyebrows. “Working in the bakery?”

“You, I love you,” he finally decided to risk it all and said the three words that have been stuck in his mouth for the past months.

“I…Harry,” she said sternly.

“Yes?” he looked up at her like a scared kitten.

“Are you sure about those words?”

“With my whole heart, darling.”

“Like sure, sure?”

He nodded quietly.

“I love you, too,” she whispers right to his ears and kissed his pink lips.

His cheek and his nose flushed red. He couldn’t believe that he just did it.

Ever since that night, he knows he wants to spend evermore with her.

///

He was in LA again. Not staying in New York. It’s the fifth time he did it, with no preparation call, but just a quick text once he arrived. Leaving her confused for a moment before processing her boyfriend’s quick news. She was already living in his New York apartment he purchased for both of them, but he was barely there. At bright days, he spent it with his guitars, music, and studios, and at night he conquers the music industry concert. At weekends, he was busy to move around the world, too busy to text his girlfriend about his plan and whereabouts.

Today, she had enough of it. She stormed out of her class with angry fingers pressing the buttons of his number. Those all because he already sent the text ‘In LA babe, don’t wait x’. But who wants to wait for a week before he came back to NY, gave her a proper talk about his plan, and if he remembered about him having a girlfriend, plan on a date afterwards?

First call, doesn’t get answered. Second call, to voicemail after a few ringing. Third call, straight up to voicemail.

She grumbled beneath her breath, cursing, before trying again. On the last ring, he finally picks up.

“Hello, babe, have you gotten my text?” he asked.

“No, you come home tonight, or I’ll leave,” she said sternly. She doesn’t want to look scary by the people she met in the hallway, but her eyes says otherwise. But she didn’t care much. She cares about the fact that her lover just left her with a short text.

“Hey? What’s wrong with you?” his voice turned from bouncy and happy to a stern confused one.

“You’re the one that needed to be asked that way,” she scolded.

“Darling, I’m not going to be in the joke right now, I have some big stuff to do,” he frowned.

“OH, your girlfriend you just left in New York wasn’t a big stuff? Okay, don’t expect me to wait a week alone in that bloody apartment,” she huffed before hanging up as quick as possible, making sure she did it as he speak up explaining his problem.

He cursed underneath his breath when the call line got cut off. Jeff, reading his face, looked over.

“You okay, Harry?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah, just…y/n acting up,” he mumbled.

Jeff didn’t answer, he just nodded before speaking to someone on the other end of his own phone call. While Harry tried his best to not thinking about his upset (and alone) lover back in New York, he just…failed miserably. At the time the clock strikes midnight, he gave up to his feelings and book a ticket back to New York.

He got into the plane at 3 AM, bouncy and a nervous wreck. He was scared of what might y/n does. Breaking up? Almost a bit dramatic, but doesn’t make it zero possibility. Mad at him? She does now. No need to wonder. Leave the house? She probably plan to right now. Driving at midnight and blasting sad songs in her car? Not Harry’s type, but hey, y/n is y/n. She could be doing that at this very moment. Getting drunk in a dive bar with her college friends? She was barely past drinking age, and she doesn’t like alcohol much, but everyone seeks comfort when they fight with their significant others right? Stress eating on McDonald’s drive thru or eating a tub of ice cream, crying over a random TV Show? It’s nothing bad compared to other possibilities, but he doesn’t want to know it was because of him. Because in each possibility, he imagined her crying and mad at the same time.

And when he dropped his bag at their apartment, the first view he saw wasn’t a crying y/n, an empty house, a drunk version of his girl, or a girl crying with an ice cream tub or McDonald’s packaging. Instead, she curled up into a ball in the sofa, must have been fallen asleep at some point at night, blanket messily covering her figures, and the TV playing a random bad TV Show. He went immediately soft by the sight in front of him, but he quickly remembered about his problem.

He didn’t want to wake her up and as bad as he wanted to curl up in the sofa and scooping her in his chest (because he know she won’t even think twice to push away whoever cuddle her without her knowing) so he went to the bathroom and cleaning up himself a little before moving to kitchen and made some coffee.

She woke up 30 minutes later, squinting at the light before fully aware of other people existence in the apartment. Her hazy mind translates it as a stranger, but once he dropped a pan and cursing, she knew it was Harry.

She pushed her feet against the carpet and walked towards the kitchen.

“Oh sorry, sweetheart, did I wake you?” he asked.

“Care to come home, Styles?” she didn’t even bother to say hi or answer his question.

“Love…I’m sorry,” he plead.

“No, no, that’s okay. I’m pretty fine alone here, with no company, and with my non-existence physically boyfriend,” she said sarcastically. “He was busy being a company to everyone until he forgot to be a company for his own girlfriend.”

“I wasn’t…I’m sorry, can’t you forgive me? I texted you, I let you know where I am,” he argued.

“That’s okay if you don’t,” she said before taking out her cup and filled it with water carelessly. “I’ve had enough of you anyway.”

It hits Harry harder than he thought it intended to be, so he grabbed her wrist and forced her to look at him, even with a disgusted expression.

And that night, they ended up cuddling on the couch and watching The Notebook with a huge tub of Haagen-Dazs in the middle of them. Half finished, with two scoops stuck out.

Ever since that day, he knew and promised he didn’t want to hurt her in anyway.

///

“Are you Mr. Harry…?” someone at the other end of his phone called.

“Who are you? What are you doing with her phone?” he asked aggressively. He felt sick since he woke up this morning, all he wanted was her to cuddle up against his chest.

“I’m Doctor Alex, and I’m from Brooklyn Hospital Center, are you Harry, sir?” he asked once more.

“What happened to her?” his heart sinks. He didn’t even confirm his name.

“I need you to calm down, sir,” the doctor finally gave up, assuming by himself who he was talking to was really the Harry in the girl’s emergency contact.

“What happened to my y/n?” he asked, rushing out of his bed, threw the comforter off his body.

“I’m sorry to inform you this, but you are the emergency contact in this phone. The girl, the owner of this phone, has been in an effective car crash. No relatives or friends with her during the accident,” the doctor explained briefly. “She’s in coma.”

Harry didn’t answer. His heart sinks, his soul felt like just left his body, his stomach dropped, he froze in place, he couldn’t believe the news, he didn’t want to. He wanted to wake up. Maybe this is just a bad dream, and when he woke up he still has her safely tucked in his arm, and smiling at him. And she will kiss his stubble as he stirs from sleeping, and they will stay like that for 15 minutes before the band called him and yelling from the other line about ‘discipline’ and ‘you lovebirds should’ve kept a clock to see the time’.

He hung up his phone as quick as he could and threw himself to his car.

He drove through New York City street in full speed. He doesn’t care about the laws he broke, how many tickets he will get once a police officer caught him. His mind got clouded by the doctor’s words. This time, Brooklyn Bridge and Lady Liberty watch him, not aiming for a girl’s love, but to aim a hope she will be his forever, not with a tie of marriage, but…he doesn’t even want to think about it anymore.

He parked his car messily and sprint to the front table.

“I’m Harry. Harry Styles. I’m…the girl in the car crash, I want to see her,” his mind can’t even form a perfect sentence.

“Sorry sir, who are you to her?” she asked.

“I’m her…her…boy-husband!” he almost yelled. The nurse knew he wasn’t even her fiancé, but from the panic in his voice, trembling frame, and a mess he is, she finally let him.

When he met her, she was inside a glass room, he wasn’t even get to be in the same room as her. He just watched her breathing heavily with an oxygen tank, the only thing that kept him believing she is alive is the beeping loud noise of machines stuck on her body. She looks miserable, bruises all over her body, casts on her arm, bandages, she looks so…fragile. He just wanted to scoop her up into a hug and kiss her, tell her she’s going to be okay, they’re going to have babies like they always dreamed of. They will have their first house, they will watch their babies grew up as much as he hated the fact that babies will get older one day, they will be old people in their 70s, but she will be the most beautiful girl he has ever seen in her 20s. But he can’t right now, and he felt helpless.

It has been almost 7 hours since he arrived and he doesn’t even spend a second take his eyes off of his girl. Nothing progresses much, but he knew she has to survive. So they could pursue their dreams together, just like they always talk about. At this point, all he wanted was for her to flicker her eyes open and look at him. And he will do the rest, he will pick her up whenever she wanted, he will kiss her, he will give her all the affection he has, he will give her all the love he has even until his heart bleed, he will hold her so tight so she will be always safe no matter the circumstances. He will do anything for her to just open her pretty eyes and look at him.

“If you aren’t going to eat something, you won’t be able to take care of her, um, later,” one of the nurses tap his shoulder. The crack of her end of sentence made Harry gulp down a lump in his throat. She knew her condition better than him. And he knew it, the crack on her word of ‘later’ doesn’t got missed by him. He nodded, the nurse’s words are true, she needed him to be okay.

So he took his time to go to the bathroom and wash his face, looking at the tiredness in his eyes, and he took some time to grab something from the cafeteria, a weird looking bread, looks like have been behind the glass display for ages, but he couldn’t care less. He shoves the bread to his mouth while running to get to her place.

“Sir, are you Harry?” a doctor rushing to his side. Suddenly he felt so empty. The panic in the doctor’s voice, his pale face, Harry doesn’t want to imagine what had happened to his girl.

“You might want to talk to her, she is going to be rolled to the operation room,” the doctor said.

Suddenly Harry felt weak in his knees. The bread feels like its going to threw itself out. He took masks and some weird gown the nurse handed him, and he rushed to her side. The beeping noises louder now he’s inside the room, but the only sound he could hear right now is her troubled heavy small breathing.

“Hi, darling,” he walked towards her with shaky limbs. “They- they said I could talk to you right now, I have weird feelings about it, but you are going to be fine. I- I will propose and we’ll have cute babies like we always talk about. I won’t leave your side again. We- we’ll have our happy ending.”

He kissed her cold fingers. It’s like the world were just the two of them again. No one around her. No weird beeping noise from the computer. No Harry Styles the popstar or y/n y/l/n the college girl. Suddenly they are just Harry and y/n again. Just both of them. In the room. y/n fighting for her life, and Harry, as helpless as he look like, helping her subconsciously.

“y/n, sweetheart, I don’t know if you could hear it, but I’ll be with you. I’ll be here, I’ll be by your side, you don’t have to be afraid, because your Harry will be here, honey. No matter how deep you fall, how hard the challenges, how hurt I will got, I’ll always be there for you. Your Harry will protect you, if it’s cold or hot, if it’s dark or bright, I’ll be by your side, kiss every single tears and cuts it will cause, and you don’t have to be afraid nor alone anymore. Because your Harry will be there for you. Always.”

And then he rolled out of the room. Out of Harry’s grasp, no matter how hard he tried to keep her close. She had gone to the room where her life will be on the thin border.

And Harry, with tired eyes and shaky breath, ran to the empty room outside the glass room and cried. Cried like he never did before. Cried until his tears dried. He dropped to his trembling knees.

“God, I-I know I barely talk to You. But this time…I beg You, please don’t let her taken away from me. I know she will be in no more pain, but I’m too selfish for it, I can’t live without her. I can’t function properly without her. I know I didn’t treat her the best before, but give me a second chance to take care of her. To smell her scent again, to kiss her hairline, brush her hair, give her all I could give, give her all the comfort she needed, give her all my love until my heart bleed. Just…give me one more chance, and I will treat her better,” his shaky voice somehow formed a proper sentence. His cheek wet with stained tears. His breath hitched. His chest felt heavy. He doesn’t even know who he is, when his girl still in the room. “Let me take one more chance to call her mine,” he let out a hitched scream.

After a long waiting and more tears spilled, when the clock told him it was 9 PM, she rolled out of the operating room. He jolted up. Indistinct chatter makes his head felt dizzy. But his main focus was her on the bed.

“Is she okay? What happened?” he could hear his voice yelling those to the medical workers, but he doesn’t even remember saying that.

“Sir, you need to calm down,” a voice called.

“No, no, I don’t need to calm down. I need to know if she’s okay!” he screamed.

“Sir, you have to,” the voice called again.

“Tell me what happened to her, tell me if she’s okay!” he yelled once more.

“Sir, take a deep breath and you’ll get to meet her,” the sentence made him stopped and slowly turned around. His eyes begging for explanation.

“Tell me how she is,” he whispered brokenly.

“She’s…you might want to see her, she might want you to talk to her,” the lady doesn’t even told him how she’s doing. And he knew it. He has only a few percent chance to have her wrapped back in his arms. And only God will gave him it.

The lady (soon he realized she is a nurse), lead him into a room. Not a glass room like she used to be placed, but a more private room, but it doesn’t make him feel any better because she was limp on the bed.

He walked in with shaking legs. The door closed behind him, and his knees gave up. He dropped to the cold floor of the hospital and cried for God knows how many times he had cried. His voice cracked. “Give me one more chance to love her again.”

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transrightsjimin · 4 years ago

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im sorry im not rly in the BE hype atm :((

rant coming which has nothing to do w the album but everything w stress nd fatigue nd crying nd more job stress nd sensory overload and me turning everything into a worse issue in my head etc etc

i was this morning when i saw the mv nd watched the vlive but i obv slept way too few bc i went to bed late nd woke up early for the live and i had to rush a lot w errands nd an appointment w my autism coach nd at said appointment we called a dude from the municipality to inquire abt jobcoaches nd it turned out we misunderstood what jobcoaches are as they are who u get referred to when u have a job, nd the guy found it hard to figure out what type of trajectory(?) would best fit me for help nd now i have time to think abt it and will speak him again in 2 weeks or sooner if i want to. im just so tired nd a bit hungry and on edge and one sec, im in the side of the house tht faces kids playing around aka screeching as if theyre dying every second nd its majking me only more on edge!!!!

but urgh i cried so bad during the appointment and was prob way too rudde to her before the appointment, bc she talks loudly nd sounds rude nd confronting but just naturally bc ofher tone nd language nd urghgh h thikning abt jobs nd trying to talk nd not cry too hard when trying to explain stuff to the man over the phone was rly hard, like obv its fine if he knows im crying but its just hard to talk when crying nd im just so devastated thinking abt jobs!! i dont know what type of job i could handle nd it feels like im making everythig up bc i did somehow finish two studies in uni and im privileged enough w education and whiteness tobe more easily selected for a job by e.g. last name on my cv and i shouldnt be this picky but god i cant handle smth as physically demanding and underpaid as this, im tired 4/7 days that im not working nd what i earn in those 3 days is still not enough to cover rent bc they pay only for the delivery time itself instead of more hours!!! it just feels like wtf am i doing bc the municipality guy did admit im not the usual person he works w bc i had an education, as if i dont belong in the group but its really just an issue of having -100 confidence and no job experience!! like i rly dont strive for a fancy job or ‘’’career’’’, i just bneed something that i can pay my monthly expenses w and have a bit left to save up for e.g. emergencies, additional medical bills (like the 350 euros from the adhd diagnosis and therapy, which my autism coach will contact my adhd therapist abt, like if that bill can be delayed or split up in a payment plan), paying back for loan debt eventually and MAYBE soon god forbid i save up for smth fun. and i “need” the job also to have a daily activity and some structure in my life bc a large part of the reason my schedule is so fucked up is bc i have no more set time tht i need to be anywhere or any strictness or reason to get up nd so i just dont ghhh

im always looking for reasons why i cant do smth and why smth would go wrong and im already looking at every area where getting help w getting a job can go wrong like e.g. me being too stubborn abt companies i dont agree w or me thinking i cant do anything just bc i have not much working experience outside of mail delivery :(

nd then there was this A B C task list system my adhd therapist proposed in wihc i keep track of my most to least urgent + important tasks every day nd we werent sure where to keep track of that kind of list and she suggested sticking a paper to a wall (i think id rather use my wardrobe) to write it on and change or replace that every day and it sounds like a hassle but i rly need to do it every day, nd i can try other methods but thatd be either writing it on my phone but im not always on there nd theres not a type of file i can make that doesnt move back chronologically as i make new notes

ALSO im just very frustrated w myself bc my mom wanted to come over w food and i know she was too sudden w it but if only i left on time for the stores it wouldnt have been an issue. i feel like shes rly sad she couldnt come visit. fucking hell i rushed so much back and forth from the stores that i forgot to put the leftover letters from work yesterday into the outdoor mailbox and i already stress abt this bc my current teamcoach (aka manager) is more stricter w this stuff nd recently asked for a statement / explanation by me on why there were 29 letters w/o sticker from a route i did counted from the collected mail that were in outdoor mailboxes, and i did not do that but my only alibi / reason for not making that huge mistake was that i hadnt posted any mail yet that day and obv he wasnt happy w that. i sometimes had dreams / nightmares recently where i was late again or fucked up w a new route and got fired for it and thats quite an awful scenario / fear to me bc thats exactly why my dad was fired by his previous employee, for being late too often nd we’re the exact same. it just sucks bc i know many ppl who worry abt being late arrive to early at shit bc lol anxiety but i still arrive late every day WHILE being stressed abt it nd my whole fucking issue is that i need to break w bad patterns MYSELF, like whether i get help for autism stuff or adhd or sleep or whatnot, the homework / assignments / tasks / advice they give me, in the end i still need to be the one to do it and push through and make a change or put more effort into not going continuously back to the same distractions or demotivating black-white thinking

just URGH im so easily annoyed nd sensitive, also as in sensitive on a tactile level nd it doesnt help tht my room is a mess nd im super stinky from bts BE excitement and from squeezing my skin a lot last night, nor does the fact that i have rly bad coordination / awareness of my surroundings nd continuously bumping into shit or getting caught on smth help, which is also another reason im just so slow at work bc if i try to walk or deliver mail faster i keep end up bruising nd tripping or tear my hands on all these hard to move or sharp mail box slots if im not careful nd slower, which does still happen but not as bad when im careful

im also rly dizzy rn from haing slept too few and just urgh i “need“ a stupid fucking job, i need the money i need the structure but my god does actual labour and having to deal w colleagues every day and trying to keep up w stuff and be fast and precise enough in whatever the job is, sound horrifying hhhgghgh

OK RANT OVER IM SICK OF ME TALKING SO MUCH

#rambles #i dont even feel like explainig any of this stuff more if it was unclear #bc trying to re-tell what ppl from bureaucracies told me and each nd every thing explained is so complex

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brown-bi-beautiful · 5 years ago

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x named reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you're triggered by any of these then please don't read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there's a reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it's the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Pilot (part3)

Season one. Episode Two.

Wendigo (part 1)

You groaned as you rolled over in the backseat of the Impala. You were not even asleep anymore but you were too lazy to get up. You could hear the music blasting through the radio. Another groan left your lips and you rolled over in your back.

"you still asleep back there?" You heard Dean asked and got up. "Nah." You replied and pressed yourself against the window. "I need coffee." You groaned and Dean handed you a cup while laughing. You were about to make a snarky remark when suddenly Sam woke up with a gasp and jumped forward.

"you ok?" Dean asked and your heart ached for Sam, actually your heart ached for yourself too, but it ached for sam more. You saw Just how much Sam loved her and losing someone you love that much is unbearable, you knew 'cause you've been through it a few times now. That's why you refused to get attached to anyone anymore.

"I'm fine." Sam replied.

"another nightmare?" You tried to ask him in the nicest way possible but he did not answer you.

"wanna driver for a while?" Dean asked and your eyes widen a little. 'well that was a first.'

"hey, how come you never asked me that before?" You asked and he threw a wrapper at you, hitting you in the face causing you to slap his shoulder. Sam finally let out a laugh at childish behavior of his brother and his friend.

"it's true, your whole life you have never once asked me that before."

"just thought you might want to. Nevermind."

"look, guys, I know you are worried about me, I get that. Thank you, but I'm perfectly ok."

"alright" you exclaimed when you started feeling the tension building in the car . "Where are we?" You asked.

"we are just outside of Grand junction." Dean answered and Sam started looking through the map of blackwater ridge. You were starting out of the window perticularly at nothing. It was silent for a while.

"maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon." Sam said breaking the silence and making you sigh.

"Sam, we dug around for a week. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jess, we need-"

"to find dad first." Sam said completing his brother's sentence.

"Dad disappearing and this thing showing up again after 20 years. It's no coincidence. Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do." Dean said as he kept driving. You are still leaning against the window and you were almost asleep again, even though you just had coffee. Long rides with these two did that to you.

"it's weird, man." Sam stated making you listen to him carefully. "these coordinates he left us, this blackwater ridge... There's nothing there. It's just... Woods." Sam said making you frown

"why is he sending us to middle of nowhere?" You asked frowning at both the men in the front seat.

*******

"Rise and shine, sweetheart." Dean said opening the door you were leaning against making you almost fall out of the car but he caught you before you could hit the ground.

"what an asshole." You yelled and hit him in the arm which only earned you a chuckle from both the boys.

Sam made his way inside the rangers station followed by you and Dean.

"so, blackwater ridge is pretty remote..." Sam said while looking at the model sitting on the table while you and Dean kept looking around the office. "It's cut off by these canyons here. Rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place."

"Dude, check out the size of this friggin' bear." You quickly turned around ignoring sam to see what Dean was looking at. You walked closer to him and looked at the picture. The ranger was happily standing over the big bear they hunted. 'how could these people be proud of killing innocent animals?' Dean suddenly started chuckling and you raise your eyebrow.

"I bet he could eat you in one gulp." He kept chuckling.

"hey, I'm not that small."

"oh really? I can't see you let me find my glasses." He said and you hit him yet again.

"ha ha ha. You are so funny." You rolled your eyes.

"you boys aren't planning to go out near blackwater ridge, by any chance." the ranger said and he couldn't see you since you are standing behind the brothers. All three of you turned around to face the ranger. "Oh and lady. Almost didn't see you there." He said as soon as his eyes fell on you making Dean laugh, he was happy that his point was proved. You glared at him before looking back at the ranger.

"oh, no, sir, where environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper." You answered with the biggest smile you could muster.

"recycle, man." Dean said making you hit him from the behind.

"bull." The ranger said, thanks to Dean's overacting. "You are friends with that Haley girl right?" He asked and you stood silently for a second before not in your head. "Yes." Dean said. "We are, Ranger..... Wilkinson." The ranger laughed a little before saying.

"well, I will tell you exactly what I told her, her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Black water ridge until 24th. So It's exactly not a missing person, is it?" He asked and you shook your head agreeing to him. "No you tell that girl to quit worrying."

"we will. Well, that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?" Dean asked and you looked at Sam who looked just as confused as you over what he was doing.

"that is putting it mildly."

"actually, you know what what help? If I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date." Dean said, raising his eyebrows. ranger Wilkinson eyed him back for a minute before giving him copy of the permit.

"you cruising for a HookUp or something?" Sam asked as Dean walked out laughing

"what do you mean?" Dean gave his brother confused expression.

"no he's right. The coordinates point to blackwater ridge. So what are we waiting for? Let's just go find John. I mean why even talk to this chick, Haley?" You asked as you approached the car.

"I don't know maybe we should know what we are walking into before we actually walked into it." Dean shook his head at both you and his brother.

"what?" You asked in unison.

"since when are you guys 'shoot first, ask question later' ?" Dean asked and you said "since forever " at the same time Sam replied "since now." You heard Dean mumble something as you got inside the car. He got into the car as well and took off to Haley's.

You didn't know why you being so jealous, you just were. You haven't even seen this Haley girl yet, for all you know she could have a Salvador Dali mustaches. And well Dean, he made it pretty clear that you were just another kid to him. That kiss meant nothing, he was just really happy to see you alive, nothing else. How could you be jealous over something that wasn't even yours to begin with.

When you pulled up to the Collin's house you quickly got out of the car amd started making your way toward their door. But before you could take another step Dean grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him.

"you ok?" He asked looking into your eyes.

"yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" You question afraid that he could actually feel your jealousy.

"I don't know, I thought you were mad at me. You didn't say anything the whole ride."

"Dean, I'm not mad at you. If anything I think you are right, we should know what we are walking into before we actually walk into it." You said and have him a smile.

"so we good?"

"yup." You stretched out the 'p' and then made your way to the front door where Sam was already standing waiting for you two. Dean knocked on the door and a girl opened up the wooden door, but another door that had net on it was still closed.

"you must be Haley Colins. I'm Dean, this is Alex and Sam. We are rangers with the park service. Ranger Wilkinson sent is over. We wanted to ask some questions about your brother Tommy." Dean explained. She looked unconvinced, mostly because of you maybe.

"let me see some ID." She said staring right at you and you pulled out your fake ID and slammed it on the door. She looked at it for a sec but then opened the door. "Come on in. That yours?" She asked looking at baby. "Yeah." Dean replied. "Nice car." She gave a flirtatious smile to Dean and you rolled your eyes while he smirked. As soon as she turned around and went inside Dean turned to you two and mouthed 'oh man.' with a wide smile.

the fact that she was really beautiful and definitely did not have and Salvador Dali moustache was only added to your jealousy.

"so, if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something is wrong?" You asked. No matter how much jealous you were you had to solve the case.

"he checks in everyday by cell, he emails photos, shipped little videos. But we haven't heard anything over 3 days now." She said as she brought out her younger brother's dinner.

"well maybe he can't get a cell reception." Sam said.

"he's got a satellite phone, too."

"could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?" Dean questioned.

"he wouldn't do that." This time it was Ben, Haley's younger brother who replied.

"Our parents are gone, it's just me and my two brother. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other. " She said and you gave her a small reassuring smile.

"can we see the pictures he sent you?" You said and she nodded. she showed you Tommy's pictures in her laptop then she clicked at a video and you looked that it carefully. You noticed a shadow in the video but you kept quiet. Dean told Haley that we will find her brother and that we were heading there in the morning.

"then maybe I'll see you there." She replied causing you to exchange with both brothers. "Look I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guide. I am heading there in the morning and I'm gonna find my brother myself."

"I think I know how you feel." Dean said and you looked around awkwardly, being the only one who doesn't have a family. Sometimes you can't even remember how it feels to have someone blood related around you.

After that you guys headed to a bar which you were pretty sure that you weren't allowed at but hey thanks to fake ID cards. you already had two beers and you were a bit lightheaded not tipsy or drunk just a little more lightheaded than normally. Sam opened up his file and started talking about blackwater ridge victims but you were barely paying attention to him.

"every 23 years. Just like clockwise." Sam continued as he opened his laptop. "I downloaded Tommy's video to the laptop and look what I found." Before he could say anything further you blurred out.

"so what, it's a shadow, it can move. It's flesh. You did not make a big Discovery." You exclaimed making both the brothers chuckle.

"woah, princess, you almost stole Sammy's thunder."

"it's just, can you be any more geeky about this?" You said making Dean laugh again.

"I got one more thing." Sam said and you took your eyes mumbling ''of course You do, Sammy, of course you do."

"in '59, one campus survived the supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid.. barely crawled out of the woods alive."

"is there a name."

"Dean, it's Sam you are talking to, he probably got his address." You said making Sam smirk.

*******

"look, rangers, I don't know why you're asking me this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a -" the grumpy old man said as soon as we asked him the question about the attack.

"grizzly? That's what attack them?" Sam asked completing his sentence. Mr Shaw took a puff of his cigarette and nodded his head.

"the other people that went missing that year... Those were bear attack too." You asked stepping forward. Mr Shaw looked nervous, like he was hiding something, and he most definitely was. "What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?" This time it was Dean who asked the question.

"if we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it." You said in a soothing voice which you always used while questioning witnesses, well most of the times, with stubborn ones it's always threats of making them eat their own intestine. Both the boys seemed a bit surprised by this side of you, specially Dean. Mr. shaw looked at the three of you, not sure if to say anything or not.

"Mr. Shaw, what did you see?" You asked again as you sat on the chair next to him.

"nothing." He said and you frowned. "It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it though. A roar. " he said and you look back at the brothers who were standing right behind you for a second as Mr. shaw continued his story.

"He came at night? Got inside your tent?" Sam asked.

"he got inside our cabin." Mr. Shaw answered. 'so whatever it was knew how to pick locks?' you asked yourself.

"I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door, it unlocked it. I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming."

"it killed them?" Sam asked.

"why it left me alive, didn't ask myself ever since. It did leave me this though." He said after a small pause. He pulled down the collar of his jumper to show you a claw mark. It was too big to qualify as claw mark. Nothing you've ever seen had claws that big.

"there's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon " Mr. Shaw said and you gave him a sympathetic look.

"thank you for your time, Mr. Shaw. " You said politely as the the of you made your way outside to the car.

"what the hell was that?" Dean asked as soon as you were outside.

"what?" You asked making your way around the car to sit in the backseat.

" 'Mr. Shaw what did you see' " he said mocking you and Sam giggle. "Since when do you talk like that?" He asked and got inside the driver seat.

"first of all he was a nice person and I always talk to nice witnesses like that and second, I so did not sound like that."

"oh, you sounded worse, almost creeped me out back there. I thought you were possessed or something." He said and you took the empty coffee cup from the backseat and threw it at him.

"OW!" He exclaimed and threw it back at you

You finally made it to the motel. The whole ride you and Dean bickered. You were standing by the car with Dean as Sam went to get you rooms. You were leaning against the bonnet and looking around you. When your eyes finally fell on the older Winchester beside you, he was already looking at you. Just starting at your face and saying nothing.

"what?" You asked letting out a very small laugh. "Stop staring." You said and turned his face away from you but he looked back at you.

"Alex." He finally said making you frown at his tone. "About that kiss-"

"no Dean, it's ok. I get it, you were just very happy to see me, that's it-"

"no Alex, that's not it, I lied. I mean, I was very happy and relieved to see you alive but I want you to know that that's not it. I don't know why I just want to be honest with you." He said making you frown even harder. You were about to say something but he cut you off again.

"Let me finish. When I saw you that day after all these years I felt something. I don't know what but something and it wasn't just something physical or sexual, it was like I had to be around you. And on that hunt when you were beside me all the time, I had this big urge to protect you, to keep you safe. For the first time I actually cared for my life, like I had something worth living for." You were dumbfounded by his confession, a part of you was beyond happy, gleaming but the other part was scared. Scared that if you get attached to him you'll lose him too. Like you always do.

"but I don't want to get your hopes up, I don't want to get either of our hopes up. You are too young for my shit, you already got so much on your plate and I just can't add to it. And like I said I want to be honest with you, I don't think there will ever be a future for us together. " He said and you let out a chuckle.

"I know the drill, Dean. We are Hunter, there's never a happily ever after for us. There never can be anything between us. Let's just hope we can be friends without making things awkward between us." You said this time making him chuckle.

"they had only one room left. With two beds." You almost didn't notice Sam untill he was right beside you. "everything ok with you two?" Sam asked looking simultaneously between him brother and his friend.

"yup. Dean was telling me about the time you cried while watching Titanic."

"Dude, that was you." Sam exclaimed and you raised your eyebrow at Dean. "Yeah, whatever. You peed your pants when you were in second grade." Dean said as the three of you made your way toward your motel room. "Dude, I was 6. "

"ok guys enough. What are the sleeping arrangements?" you said as the three of you made your way inside the motel room and looked at two queen size beds on the either side of the room and a small couch on the other end of the room.

"me and Sam are to big to fit on the couch. So that leaves you " Dean said pointing a finger at you.

"nope. Not happening. I'm not sleeping on that couch. I Don't know how many gross assess have been there." You said looking at the dirty couch. "And done what?" Sam added and both of you scrunch up your nose in disgust.

"ok fine. The floor is it." Dean replied while taking off his jacket and throwing it on the couch.

"Dean this is where you say, 'ok, Alex, you take the bed I'll sleep on the floor.' " you said

"hell no, I'm not sleeping in the floor. Ask Sam."

"hey, hey, don't drag me into this. This bed is already mine." Sam said jumping on the bed on the left side on the room and sprawling out making both you and Dean roll your eyes. He was too big to even share with. "Well, I'm not sleeping on the floor either." You said looking him straight in the eye. Sam was watching both of you, curious about what was gonna happen next

"well, sweetheart, if you don't wanna sleep on the floor. You are welcome to join. " He says with a smirk and sat on the foot of the bed.

"you know what? Actually I will." You said taking off your jacket and shoes and then got inside the sheets. "but don't get too wussy if I kick you in the crotch in the middle of the night." This was your turn to smirk as you covered yourself with the sheet. You heard a scoff coming out of Sam and next thing you know Dean grabbed the pillow and throw it between the two begs.

The next morning the three of you were getting ready to leave for the hunt. When you made your way out of the bathroom you heard Dean say "spirits and demons don't have to unlock the doors. If they want inside they just go through the Walls."

"so it's probably something else, something corporeal." You said slipping in your boots and sitting on the bed to tie them. When you looked up both the boys were staring at you. "What?"

"corporal? Excuse me, professer." Dean smirked. "Shut up." You said.

"so what do you think?" Sam asked.

"the claws, the speed that it moved. It could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature and it's.....'corporeal' " Dean said looking at you when he said the last word and you hit his arm mumbling a "asshat". You made your way outside to the Impala and loaded the trunk. "Wait. Which means we can kill it." You said with a bright smile.

"you're weird." Sam mumbled.

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Part 2

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hannah-khoury-deserves-better · 6 years ago

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Take Me Home Chapter 2

Summary: Hannah gets some unexpected news and she and Tammy have to figure out their new reality.

Words: 2641

Warnings: none

Pairings: Hannah Khoury/Tammy Gregorio, Tammy Gregorio/Sebastian Lund (Friendship) Hannah Khoury/Jack Sloane (Friendship), Jack Sloane/Leon Vance, others to be added.

Note: Jack calls Hannah Solo, this is due to the fact that Jack is a Star Wars fan, and decided that Hannah could be shortened to Han, then it became Han Solo, finally ending on Solo, Hannah just goes with it as she worries about what else Jack would come up with.

Rule 4

Hannah was still in a state of shock. She walked back into her living room, her mind going a million miles an hour. She laid down on the floor in front of her couch before her tablet started blaring ‘Unstoppable’ by Sia. That was Jack’s ringtone.

Flailing out, she grabbed it and answered Jack’s FaceTime.

“Hey. Are you laying on the floor?” Jack said as her face appeared on the tablet, her face framed by dark paint.

“Yes. It's been an interesting day for me.” Hannah said with her arm draped over her face.

“Okay, Han Solo, what's wrong? You look like you’re about to get sick.” Jack commented, growing concerned for her friend.

“You know how we used to joke about what's the best day to find out your pregnant with your ex’s baby?” Hannah asked.

“Uh yeah I remember that, and the tequila that got us to that conversation. Why?”

“Oh, OH, OH MY GOD Hannah. How long?” Jack’s eyes went wide as she processed Hannah's words.

“I had sex with my ex-husband once in two years. And suddenly I'm six weeks pregnant. And yes I know it's his. He's the only man I've been with.” Hannah said, raising her hand up in the air.

“You didn't have sex for two years?” Jack asked.

“Really? That's what you concentrate on? Wait that's not your apartment. Where are you?” Hannah hummed, cracking one eye open and peering at the screen.

“I'm at Leon’s. Thank you very much for asking. Or maybe I painted my apartment.”

“When I stayed with you, you had lived there for almost a year, you hadn't even unpacked almost anything, but yet I drooled on your pillows and that was bad. Tammy doesn't mind when I drool on hers.”

“Well, Tammy has to not say anything if she wants to get laid. I do not.” Jack laughed.

“Wait let's go back a step here. ‘Leon’ as in Leon Vance, the director of NCIS? That's still a thing?”

Jack rolled her eyes, leaning back against the wall in the bay window, “Yes we are still a thing.”

Hannah snickered and Jack shot her a glare.“Stop snickering, Solo.”

“I thought we talked about the nickname thing.” Hannah groaned as she sat up.

“You talked. I just drank your whiskey,” Jack teased as she took a sip of wine.

“But you and Leon, this is your longest relationship since Lara isn't it?” Hannah asked.

“Yes, when Lara died I thought I lost my chance at happiness but Leon he makes me forget that sharp pain.” Jack said giving Hannah a long look “But back to you and your pregnancy. What are you going to do? I mean are you keeping the baby? Have you told Ryan yet?”

“Okay I found out all of thirty minutes ago, and you're the only one that knows so far. And really?!”

“You know I wanted a sibling for Naomi, but I had seven miscarriages.”

“Wait, seven? I thought you had six miscarriages?” Jack asked, giving her longtime friend a concerned look.

“Two before Naomi, five afterward the last one was when Lara died. You had enough grief over her mother not letting you come to her funeral. You didn't need mine, that miscarriage was the last straw for Ryan and I. We just didn't know it till two years ago.” Hannah said as she looked down, one hand ghosting over her abdomen.

“Hannah you should have told me, baby, I would have been there. All I did was drink myself silly with the LA team, listening to them talk about ‘Mace’ like they knew her better than me.” Jack said, her voice soft and sad.

“Did they even know Lara was gay, Jack? Let alone who you were to her? You know she wasn't really out since her mom said all that stuff about you two.”

“I know, trust me I know, it just hurts,” Jack said, turning her head to the right with her eyes closed.

“What about you. How are you feeling about the new baby?”

“I want this baby Jack, but I'm terrified that I'll lose it. I'm afraid that Tammy will leave me when she finds out. I'm afraid of what Ryan will do to me.” Hannah looked away.

“Naomi’s reaction, I mean I've been back in her life for six weeks and now I'm pregnant and dating someone, not her own father? And my new team at NCIS? I'm just getting accepted.” Hannah stared at Jack, nervously.

“I forgot how much you rant when you’re nervous.” Jack laughed, “Not as bad as you did when you came out as bisexual to me, but then again you were drunk.” Ignoring the glare Hannah shot at her.

“And yes telling your subordinate girlfriend that you're pregnant by your ex is going to be awkward, but you need to tell her. Maybe she wants a baby, and if she breaks up with you. I'll kill her for you.” Jack said with a shrug.

“Please don't kill my girlfriend. But thanks, Jack. You need to get down here at some point.”

“Make me godmother Solo!” Jake hollered out as she ended the call.

Hannah shook her head, a soft laugh leaving her lips. She headed for her bed pausing to look down at her abdomen and then rested her palms against her stomach.

“I love you little one.”

----

Sebastian looked up as Tammy came back into their living room, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants. She was carrying a bottle of tequila and a set of shot glasses in her hands.

“If we're doing this about me and Hannah, I'm not doing it sober.” She said pointing the bottle at him.

Sebastian nodded and pulled the coffee table over, and grabbed the glasses and poured two shots out. “So you and Hannah have been seeing each other for six weeks.”

“After the bank case ended, she texted me that night, said she had heard about it, wanted to know if I was okay.” Tammy said running her finger around the rim of the glass “ I asked her how it was going for her, she said her ex had finally signed the divorce papers. So I asked her out for a drink.”

Sebastian took his shot and then refilled it, “That's it. That's how you got our boss in bed with you. Wait, does this mean the person I've been hearing you have sex with is Hannah?”

Tammy did two shots in quick succession “Yes, she's been here a few times, I've only been able to convince her to stay a few times. I've been to her place, stayed the night a couple of times.” She said as she poured the alcohol in her glass.

“How does it work with work? I mean she's our boss and now your girlfriend.”

“We have rules, we don't do anything at the office or anything like that. Outside of work we're just a couple, we don't really discuss work that much, but it works.” Tammy said, looking over at him, her glass held between two fingers before doing three shots and refilling her glass once more.

Sebastian leaned forward and whispered. “Who tops the most?”

Tammy shot him a look “Really? And Hannah mostly, I mean before I normally would, but here she prefers to, and I'm okay with it. She lets me top as well on occasion so it all works.”

“Huh, that makes sense.” Sebastian then shot her a look.

“Why didn't you tell me before?”

“She was worried. A boss and a subordinate is normally a relationship that's not smiled upon in NCIS. And I wanted it to be mine.” Tammy looked down, getting a bit woozy. The alcohol was hitting her,

“I want her to be mine before anybody else. Without anyone or anything damaging it and us.”

Sebastian gave a soft smile, “You’re falling in love with her, aren't you?”

“Shut up.”

“Yeah but it’s so cliche.” Sebastian chuckled.

Tammy shook her head “I fell for her the day I meet her, the day I kissed her is when I knew it though.”

Sebastian smiled as she recapped the tequila bottle, collecting the shot glasses as he moved into their kitchen “I'm glad for you. I think you two could be very good for each other.”

“Thank you, baby,” Tammy whispered as she disappeared into her room.

---

Hannah groaned as her phone started blaring, having not slept much that night, her newly discovered pregnancy having kept her up for the past few nights.

She answered the phone hearing Sebastian on the other side “What do we got Sebastian?”

“Ok text me the address.” As she finished getting ready, Hannah dropped her hands over her abdomen, “please baby, don't make me sick at the crime scene, please.”

---

As Tammy walked up she could see Wade sitting at the bodies, with Sebastian twittering about her, with Lasalle taking photos.

“Hey, where's Hannah?”

Chris looked up and pointed towards the building “She's talking to the guy that found ‘em, she’ll be back in a sec.”

“I'm back now. Alright, what do we got Loretta?” Hannah said as she walked up. Tammy let her eyes track over Hannah's face, not seeing anything to explain the last few days.

Loretta sighed, “We have Senior Chief Petty Officer James Shal, from the Chinook. He's been tortured and sliced into as well. His message is different though than Sims. It says, ‘The curse begun, but soon they'll see, the buried truth shall end with me.’ And then the symbol again.”

Tammy looked over at Hannah as Loretta spoke, noting that her breathing had changed, she was taking long slow breaths, and one hand was rubbing circles on her lower abdomen.

Loretta then turned to the other body flicking the sheet off, “As for this poor soul, we don't have an ID yet. The killer skinned them, Sebastian will have to run DNA, I'll run dental records. But we know they are navy, they have Ensign bands on.”

As soon as Hannah saw the second body, her stomach flipped and she threw herself out of the tape, before promptly losing her stomach contents on the ground.

Loretta looked over at Tammy and asked quietly “Is Hannah ok? I've never seen her get sick at a scene before.”

Tammy just shook her head, “I don't know Doc, I don't know.”

As Hannah tipped her head back, certain that her puking was done for now at least, groaning and cursing at the little one inside of her body for not listening to her.

She turned back to the team, who were all giving her concerned looks. “I had Naomi last week, probably got something from her.” She said lightly.

“Loretta, Sebastian we need an ID on the other body as fast as possible.”

Turning to Tammy and Chris,“ Gregorio track down Clark's ex, maybe he's connected and Lasalle, look into the company that Clark was making payments too.”

---

The monitor beeped in the bullpen, and Chris clicked the button “Hey, Ms. Loretta. Got us something?”

“Hello Christopher, yes, I've got something. But where are Tammy and Hannah?” Loretta said with a nod. She was standing in the morgue in her scrubs, her cap was blue with yellow waves on it.

“Gregorio’s gettin’ coffee and Hannah's somewhere. She's been acting weird these last few days.” Chris shook his head, concerned for his team leader.

“Hannah has been acting strange for a few days?” Loretta said her face was worried for Hannah.

Tammy walked in with a cup of coffee, Hannah following behind her. Hannah's left hand resting on her abdomen her thumb stroking over it slowly, Loretta raised an internal eyebrow at the sight.

“Ah good, here's the entire team. We've got an ID on the other victim. He is Ensign Davis Rull. He is the half brother of Petty Officer Damon Sims. They started skinning him while he was still alive.” Loretta shook her head, before gesturing to the body on the table.

“Senior Chief Petty Officer James Shal was killed in an identical manner to Sims, but one difference, he bit the person who attacked him. Sebastian’s running the DNA now.”

Sebastian burst into the lab, tripping over his feet. “I've got a match, Thomas Finch, son of David Finch. And Thomas Finch is friends with Adam Tham. Who was dating Regan Clark until six months ago.”

Hannah nodded “Okay. Gregorio, look into Tham and Lasalle, keep looking at David Finch. I'll look at Thomas Finch.” She then turned back to the screen her hand still resting on her stomach.

“Sebastian try and find something that tells us where this guy is. We need to stop them.”

---

Sebastian walked into the squad room “I've got something. Shal had clay stuck in his cuffs.” Grabbing the remote and bringing up a map. “But this mud had some strange things in it, it had a glass with green lead in it. The green lead was used to give glass its colors back before the nineties.”

“Sebastian. Get to the point baby.” Tammy called out from her desk.

“Right, there is an old glass manufacturing plant, on the banks of Lake Pontchartrain.”

“Also close to the rumored location of the Crystal Cove,” Hannah said as she stood. “Okay let's go. Gear up.”

---

Standing between the cars outside the glass factory, they all looked over each other as they tightened the straps on the Kevlar they wore under their NCIS uniforms.

“Alright, Lasalle you’re with me. Looks like two points of entry.” Hannah said as she adjusted her earpiece. “We’ll take the side one and flush him towards the main one.”

Turning to Tammy and Sebastian “You two go to the main entrance and get him when he runs.”

The team nodded and Tammy and Sebastian headed to their spot. Once they arrived at the place. Tammy took position with the shotgun she was carrying.

“Alright Hannah we’re in position,” Sebastian said as he keyed his mike.

“Going in” came over in reply.

“Thomas Finch, NCIS, COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!” Chris yelled.

“Ok heading your way guys!” Hannah said.

As Thomas Finch broke out into the Louisiana sunlight he froze.

Sebastian walked behind him and began cuffing him as Tammy read off his charges. “Thomas Finch you are under arrest for the murders of James Shal, Damon Sims, Regan Clark, and Davis Rull. You have the right to remain silent.”

As Chris and Hannah rounded the corner, Tammy noticed that they had evidence bags with them.

“Got ourselves, a knife that matches the wounds, and a fake piece of crystal as well as a list of names they were going after,” Chris explained.

---

As Tammy walked out of headquarters she noticed Hannah on the phone and walked over towards her girlfriend hearing only the last part of her conversation.

“Yes, eight am, yes a blood test, and a scan. Thank you. Yes, see you tomorrow.” Hannah said as she hung up the phone.

“Everything okay?” Tammy asked as she stopped next to her.

“Yeah fine, just a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning,” Hannah replied as she stepped closer, brushing her hair back from her eyes.

Tammy hummed in agreement pulling Hannah against her “you have Naomi tonight right?”

“Yeah, I do.” Hannah nodded “Ryan’s out of town so I have her for a few days.”

She said as she wrapped her arms around Tammy.

“So should I kiss you now then?” Tammy asked with a soft laugh.

“Yes,” Hannah said as she gave Tammy a soft kiss and Tammy deepened it before they broke apart.

“We should probably stop before anyone else sees,” Tammy whispered.

“Yeah, I'll text you later.” Hannah chuckled as she walked over to her car. Tammy laughed and headed to the TruTone where Sebastian and Chris were waiting.

#ncis nola #ncis #ncis new orleans #ncis new orleans fanfiction #tammy gregorio x hannah khoury #hannah khoury #tammy gregorio #chris lasalle #sebastian lund #loretta wade #jack sloane #jack sloane x leon vance #fluff #angst #nola team #khourgorio

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hotdadlicense · 6 years ago

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ahh for my dearest zhenya @fapfapfashion lover! heres that bfu post i said id make for you like monnnnnths ago i PROMISE i never forgot! just :(:( life. but anyway this was FUN i love youuuu! disclaimer: im not rly in the fandom this is all stuff i see through like just some friends reblogging stuff every now and again and whenever i go to the tag to find stuff sometimes but ANWAY I HOPE its semi coherent <3<3<3 love YOU.

OKAY I FEEL LIKE i said YEH ILL MAKE YOU A MASTERPOST FUCK YEAH but now im like hmmm making a buzzfeed unsolved masterpost is.......not that much cos its like? all there on their youtube channels like its not like music or stuff where theres yknow albums! singles! unreleased songs! special live performances! music videos! documentaries! band info! like its all over on buzzfeed multiplayer youtube and buzzfeed unsolved network youtube but whatever i can ramble about dumb shit and link some stuff so ayeee.

heres the links to the actual videos:

SUPERNATURAL

+ season one // two // three // four // five

+ supernatural: postmortem

TRUE CRIME

season one // two // three // four

+ true crime: postmortem

all eps in order (including postmortem)

personal favs

a vid that bab @chantillystars linked me and i watch it every time im feelin not fresh so i can smile

someone elses better done video round up master post! op ur incredible

now under the cut cos i realy did ramble :(

okay so THE HOSTS!

RYAN BERGARA (insta//twitter)

the fucking creator and inventer of bfu its his baby and im so proud of him and how far its come <3

when the season finale of the latest supernatural premiered it trended at number 1 over the fucking new lion king trailer and he got emo on twitter and insta about it and i cried a lil bit

fucking loves sports basketball or whatever themeparks popcorn and paddington bear

not scared enough of ghosts to not sleep in a haunted house but is scared enough that he absolutely will scream the whole entire time that he is in said haunted house

first ghost encounter was on the queen mary when he was a teenager. the ghost knocked his toothpaste of the shelf and he freaked. and now he has shat his pants at every bump in the night since. icon!

works his ass for to produce mass amounts of content for us like its fucking insane? all up there are like 9 seasons of bfu plus post-mortems and its only been going since 2014?? plus everything else hes got happening??

rly sweet and funny but like in a frat boi kinda way but like. a frat boi you could trust?

SHANE MADEJ (insta//twitter)

wasnt actually the original cohost!

(BRENT was the orignal host but had to beg out a couple episodes in cos he was juggling too many commitments so which fair!)

ryan and shane were desk partners and longtime buzzfeed pals that ? if i remember correctly? interned together back when they first started?

ryan turned to shane one day and was like ‘yo, wanna cohost this show with me?’ and shane was like 'sure.’ and honestly trying to picture it now without shane?? okay ryan and shane just bounce off each other so well theyre like a dream team. god bless them being desk buddies and work pals.

shanes a freak

does not believe in ghosts spirits orbs and all things that go bump in the night like he seems to genuinely want to but like. science and his big ass brain wont let him.

very smart! can rly work a patterned floral shirt! or plaid! kinda gives a dad vibe in glasses but then he talks and its like okay please never supervise a child!

v into history! so much so that he has his own lil show on buzzfeed aka:

RUINING HISTORY

stars him along with ryan and sara (his beautiful and smart and talented gf who also works at buzzfeed <3) with some other ever changing cohosts

hes also responsible for The Hot Dog Saga aka THE HOTDAGA and i know there are people that adore it but! in their own words! id rather walk into the sea.

ryan, too, hates the hotdaga and i feel like this was? about the hotdaga after shane sung something fuck if i remmebr

RYAN + SHANE

these gifs are from the ?second ep? i saw of them honestly it rly sums up the ryan/shane dynamic i guess

but like. the way ryan looks and laughs whenever shane says something mildly funny? hearteyes mutherfucker

above when i said shanes a freak? yeah.

ryan letting shane live as long as he has? true friendship

whenever theyre at the lil desk in their lil basement talking cases shane just talks shit and ryan just lets him and i fucking love them

the LAST FRAME

oh one time they lucked out with a hotel that had a jacuzzi tub <3

yknow what? this was actually kinda sweet. like yeh bitch

shane madej: nations greatest tragedy.

i can hear this in my head just looking at these gifs and it makes me laugh everytime and thats BAD cos a child fucking died

shanes a freak pt.2

OH SHIT one time in postmortem they joked that brent was coming back and shane was leaving and fuck? they had to actually address that it was a joke fUCK

its not all shittalking and screaming there really is some fond and happy shit too

bfu most recognisable and iconic line.

shanes hottest pick up lines when hes on site

the comments on the video for this ep about this part are fucking hilarious please read when you watch that ep

okay its common knowledge that shanes a demon which ill tlak about in a sec but THIS SCENE RIGHT HERE? ryans the fucking demon. like the way hes just standing there, hands clasped behind his back, giving shane (whos acting like a CHILD) that Look? demon bout to kill the dumbass chillin at a haunted house on halloween. come to collet a soul or 10. magical!

OKAY SO SHANE TALKS SOME BIG GAME IN THE EPS but HIS love for ryan will always melt my heart like HE LOVES and cares about ryan so much and supports buzzfeed unsolved so much and whenever things get dumb on social media shanes ready to call it out and make a post or just like. praise ryan (like he rightfully deserves) and yeah im emo about it anyway hes shane being cute part one and heres shane REALLY FUCKING going all out (!!!!!!!!!!.meme)i LOVE him also being cute part two

‘id walk into the sea.’

shanes a freak pt.3

ryan: “Are ghosts real?” shane: *this dumb face*

NERDS

i laughed for like 10 minutes the first time i watched this part thankyou shane

THEM LAUGHING TILL THEY CRIED ABOUT SOMEONE THAT DIED PLAYING THE PIANO

a real insight to shanes mind

ryan really puts up with this

shane got a bowlcut once just for funsies like okay youre no joba but good job i guess

TROPES/ICONIC MEMES/WAHTEVER:

shanes a demon

+ free real estate.meme

+ the office.meme

+ he aint right

+ JALDSHFK FUCK

+ ryan acknowledging that shane is a demon thankyou

+ like the good thing about having a guest fill in on the few times shanes been away has been ryan always being like okay so the demons not here so lets just acknowledge That

goatsman bridge

+ the video that started all this aka the one you reblogged hehhehe

+ what a fucking JOKE

+ an absolute JOKE

+ bridge owner fuck OFF

+ ksdjhfgjhsdkj.meme

sallie house

+ shane was insufferable this episode i fell in love for real how did ryan LIVE

+ like imagine trying to feel your heart beating while fucking shanes over there doing That

+ rock n roll buckaroo

+ swell has become apart of my daily vocal i hate

bobby mack

+ ‘hey there demons. its me, ya boi.’

+ ‘and frankly i dont believe in you, so i feel like im writing a letter to santa claus right now.’

+ tweet.meme

+ overall a great ep

+ can shane calm the fuck down okay i need ryan to make it out of this SAFELY and ALIVE

father thomas

+ ryans FACE also shane being that annoying sibling to ur parents

+ father thomas really went into this thinking he could help these boys to be fair shane was taking notes. ryan was just? dying inside

+ freak

+ imagine being like a 70 yr old priest hearing some dudes walking into ur congregation and overhearing ‘jesus said chill.’

bigfoot

+ ryan does not rly believe in bigfoot but shane does so like you win some you lose some

+ in the least shippy way possible this epsiode is ultimate soft gays going on a hike

+ like its just such a sweet domestic ep

+ <3

+ just happy babbey

#probably missing a lot and theres a lot of sources missing cos....... i dont have a bfu blog so none of my shits correctly tagged #like nivks is ORGANISED cos its dedicated but...... i only have one bfy tag oops #but HOPE U LIKE IT AND ITS LIKE a little bit informative #buzzfeed unsolved #bfu

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mss4msu · 6 years ago

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“Do I Wanna Know?” (Chapter 1)

Summary: On a visit to a local nightclub, the lounge singer catches your eye. Soon becoming a regular at the club, the way you look on the dancefloor gets his attention. You begin to hear stories about the notorious crime lord who owns and operates the small nightclub. When your friends worry that you’ve gotten mixed up with a mobster, you wonder if it’s better to be left in the dark and find yourself asking, “Do I wanna know?” if you’re getting involved with one of the most revered mobsters in the city.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Words: 2041

A/N: I went to an Arctic Monkeys concert and the lead singer had serious Seb GQ shoot vibez and I decided I needed a gangster fic featuring Arctic Monkeys songs so here it is. The fic (and this chapter specifically) are inspired by “Do I Wanna Know?”

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The song in this chapter can be listened to here

“Come on, (Y/N), let’s gooooo!” your best friend, Jess, banged on the bathroom door.

“Give me one sec, I’m almost done!” you called back, applying one more coat of mascara and a last layer of red lipstick. You swung open the door of the bathroom.

“Dayyuumm!” Jess yelled at you, looking you up and down. You had chosen to wear your simple black dress that really accentuated your cleavage. “Alright, let’s go, Rachel’s meeting us there and we’re gonna be late because you took so long getting ready.”

“Oh, shut up,” you grabbed your purse off its hook, checking that your keys and wallet were inside and adding your phone. “How are we getting there?”

“I forgot you never go out,” Jess laughed at you, “I looked it up and the bus that stops right outside your place runs by it, so we’ll take that there and then grab a ride-share back here?”

“And why can’t we just take your car?”

“Because I don’t want to drive, because this place has the cheapest drinks in the area, so you know I’m going all in on those.”

“But the police just issued that new warning about public transportation at night….” you nervously replied. You had been reading through the newspaper this morning and seen that the mob activity in your area was increasing and the police were warning pedestrians to avoid particular bus routes, such as the one in front of your apartment, to cut down on potential innocent involvement.

“I’ve taken this exact bus route to this club before and I’ve survived. Plus, as long as we get on the bus now, there’s enough light that it shouldn’t be a problem. Now, come on, the bus gets here in 6 minutes and I don’t want to miss it and half to wait another 30.”

You didn’t bother arguing with her, and just followed her to the bus stop. You boarded the bus and couldn’t help but look anxiously around until Jess hit you to stop. She began chatting with you about meaningless things to keep your mind off the idea that mobsters could take over the bus at any minute.

“Alright, this is our stop,” Jess said, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the bus. You followed her like a lost puppy. You knew you could trust her, but your irrational side was terrified that mob guys were behind every corner and hidden in every shadow. You didn’t even know what a mob guy would look like, but you were terrified of them anyway.

You got to the door of the club and gave your IDs to the doorman. He seemed to linger on your ID longer than he did on Jess’s, but eventually he gave you a nod and opened the door for both of you to enter. A hostess met you inside the door and led you to the only open table in the very front of the dark club. With only dim candles to provide you light, you could hardly read the drink menu.

“(Y/N), stop trying to read that menu. Even your cheap ass can afford a drink here. There’s literally nothing over 10 dollars,” Jess snapped at you. “Rachel’s here!” She waved towards the door trying to catch Rachel’s eye in the dark room.

“Good luck getting her to see you. I don’t think I could even find my purse in here if I took it off.”

“Stop being a grump,” she told you as Rachel got to the table.

“Hey! (Y/N)! I can’t believe Jess got you to leave the house on a Friday for once! To what do we owe the honor?” Rachel asked you, sitting down.

“I had a long fucking week with Mr. Stark and I needed a night out,” you replied. When you were hired as Tony Stark’s personal assistant you had thought it would be a glamorous job full of cocktail hours and million dollar deals that you would take notes on; instead it was a whole lot of getting coffee, picking up dry cleaning, and late nights ensuring his many employees were properly scheduled for their work shifts. For whatever reason, Stark’s business had a high turnover of employees, so you had to continually update the schedule.

The waiter came to your table to take your orders. As you couldn’t read the menu, you simply asked for the cheapest thing that contained alcohol. Just a few minutes later a tallboy of PBR was placed in front of you. You downed it as the waiter gave Jess and Rachel their drinks, giving you a chance to order another.

“Damn, (Y/N)! I don’t even want to tell you to slow down!” Jess said.

“Yaaasss girl! This is gonna be a good night!” Rachel chimed in.

You caught up with both of them and learned all about their love lives and their work struggles. As your life basically revolved around Tony Stark, you didn’t have much to add to the conversation.

“Alright, It’s almost 9:00! (Y/N), get ready to see one of THE hottest men you have ever laid your eyes on!” Jess told you excitedly.

“I thought we came for the cheap drinks?” you asked confused.

“The cheap drinks are an added bonus, the lounge singer is the main event,” Rachel told you. “This man has the voice of an angel and the face of one too.”

“Alright, this was definitely a good night to come out then!” you replied, finishing your second beer and beginning to feel a buzz.

The lights on the stage came up, and a silence fell over the crowd. The curtain opened and you saw a tall, muscular man in a well-fitting suit standing behind a microphone, joined on the stage by a bass, a piano, and a drummer.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, The White Wolf and The Howlers,” an announcer voice said from somewhere off-stage. Applause filled the club.

“A one, a two, a one, two, three, four,” the man at the microphone, whom you assumed was ‘The White Wolf’, counted in with snaps. The drums began and the bass and piano joined in to create the beat. The White Wolf swayed side to side, feeling the music. He began to sing:

Have you got colour in your cheeks? Do you ever get the fear that you can't shift the type That sticks around like summat in your teeth? Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep? I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week How many secrets can you keep? 'Cause there's this tune I found That makes me think of you somehow And I play it on repeat Until I fall asleep Spilling drinks on my settee

You most certainly did have color in your cheeks as you audibly gulped, looking at Jess and Rachel. They quietly laughed at your response and Rachel whispered, “told ya!” in you ear. You could not believe how incredibly handsome this man was and couldn’t figure out how his voice could sound so smooth and yet slightly (and very sexily) raspy at the same time. Everything about him was perfect and you turned your attention back to him, not wanting to ever part your eyes from his face.

(Do I wanna know?) If this feeling flows both ways? (Sad to see you go) Was sorta hoping that you'd stay (Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly made For saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

Crawling back to you Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? ‘Cause I always do Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new Now I’ve thought it through Crawling back to you

If you didn’t know better, you could’ve sworn that his eyes were locked on your just as tightly as yours were on him. It sent a tingling feeling through your stomach and up your spine.

So have you got the guts? Been wondering if your heart’s still open And if so, I wanna know what time it shuts Simmer down and pucker up I’m sorry to interrupt, it’s just I’m constantly on the cusp Of trying to kiss you I don’t know if you feel the same as I do We could be together if you wanted to

Now you knew he was staring at you as he mocked a kiss in your direction, causing Jess and Rachel to squeal. You had always laughed at those old romantic stories of women swooning, but you were convinced you could swoon any minute, as you were suddenly feeling very hot.

Crawling back to you Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? ‘Cause I always do Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new Now I’ve thought it through Crawling back to you

(Do I wanna know?) Too busy being yours to fall (Sad to see you go) Ever thought of calling, darling? (Do I wanna know?) Do you want me crawling back to you?

The lights on the stage went out and the curtains closed.

“What I wouldn’t give to have him crawling back to me right now,” you moaned to Jess and Rachel, causing them to both giggle. “Is that it? He just does one?” You were practically begging him back on stage.

“He always opens the night and then a few other acts come on and then he closes the show,” Jess told you.

“Holy shit, he was amazing,” you gushed.

“Yeah, he never disappoints,” Rachel replied.

You motioned for the watier to come to your table, “Dear sir, another round for the three of us on me in honor of my introduction to this very fine,” you looked at the stage, “establishment!”

The waiter brought you the drinks and you slid him a large tip, feeling extra generous now that you had been blessed by the voice of the angelic White Wolf. The rest of the night dragged on as you waited for the White Wolf to return to the stage for his closing act.

“Ok, this should be him up next!” Jess told you.

Your heart started racing as the curtain closed as the group currently on the stage finished.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we regret to announce that The White Wolf and The Howlers have been called away to another gig. Our closing act for this evening will now be The Freightcars!”

“What the fuck!” You immediately covered your mouth, not meaning to swear out loud, but you had had 2 drinks too many and couldn’t control your language.

Jess and Rachel laughed. Rachel pulled out her phone to order a ride-share to pick you up.

“Come on, (Y/N), let’s get you home,” Jess grabbed your arm and helped you up, steering you towards the door.

The ride back to your apartment was filled with you gushing about how incredibly hot you thought the White Wolf was and how you needed to have him in your life. Jess and Rachel fed your obsession, trying to help you find him on social media. They successfully found the band’s Instagram page and you immediately liked it and in a drunken haze liked every single photo they had ever posted.

“Rachel, Jess, thank you for a wonderful evening that has changed my life forever. Same time next week?” You asked, unlocking your door and hugging them goodbye before they went to Jess’s car.

“Sure thing!” Rachel replied, laughing.

“I’m glad we’ve found something that’ll get you out of the house and away from the office!” Jess giggled, getting in the car.

You laid in bed scrolling through The White Wolf and The Howlers’ Instagram until you fell asleep.

CHAPTER TWO

#marvel #mobster au #bucky barnes #winter soldier #white wolf #bucky x reader #mobster bucky #fan fic #arctic monkeys #do i wanna know

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glynmostyn · 7 years ago

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//Gonna get real OOC for a sec because I’ve been thinking about my weekend all fucking day and I want to talk about it because it was real fun. I mostly talk about our Starship Troopers session.

I had a super busy weekend and it was fucking great, got to play DnD Friday and play my catfolk barbarian and then Saturday I gardened, got a sunburn, and played Starship Troopers and

OH MAN

STARSHIP TROOPERS

TL;DR My character got wasted and slept with the Chief Officer and now they’re dating in secret; I’m still giddy about it 2 days later

Idk if anyone remembers the last time I posted about it, but our DM made our Chief Officer Lt. Daniel Rodgers(I forgot his callsign it hasn’t been relevant) of the Rodger’s Raiders platoon’s FC Matt Bomer, aka Luke’s fc. The Chief Officer is the guy leading the platoon and is the bottom of the senior officer totem pole. All us PCs are just enlisted soldiers with no ranks to start.

Our first CO we didn’t even get to meet before he fucking died because our ship was shot down by plasma bugs while trying to land on Pluto(and he was played by Richard Ayoade lmao), so after our first couple missions our new CO, Lt. Rodgers, arrived planet side. His very first interaction with our squad was my character, Esteban, answering the door to the barracks in his underwear because we’d been drinking and playing strip poker and that’s just a super great first impression. Literally our DM used this gif for our CO’s reaction to this:

And then he immediately leaves, Esteban has no idea who he was. We then got in trouble with our squad leader, John Cena, and had to run; half of us threw up and passed out, Esteban accidentally knocked himself out.

That was the first and only time they interacted on a personal level outside work, ie not during mission debriefings and such.

They played a session without me last week because I was busy all weekend and in that session Esteban apparently got his arm ripped off by a warrior bug so now he has a robotic arm and that’s pretty rad. This is not relevant to the CO story but I still wanted to share.

I joined this last session late because I was busy again, and we finished the last mission on Pluto(and I still have no idea what the last two were). It’s a month long trip back to Earth and in the meantime my friend’s character, Nora, and Esteban are both promoted to Private First Class and put in charge of our own fire teams(One squad is made up of 3 fire teams, each having 4 people including the team leader). We all get medals for completing the Pluto campaign, purple hearts, and another one I forgot, but Esteban got a medal of distinction for something I wasn’t there for.

So Nora and Esteban decide to throw a party, because there were 2 squads and we never saw or met anyone from the other one during the campaign and we wanted to have a mixer. Everyone got wasted, some people were injured by throwing darts to the chest, and people started pairing off to go fuck. Esteban didn’t, because there was no one he was interested in, but he did get wasted.

Our DM does a thing called ‘highs or lows odds or evens’ where he rolls 1d4 and you pick high or low and odd or even. If the number was the one you called you get the best outcome, the opposite is the worst, you get the idea. He asked me after I said Esteban leaves, and I still have no idea which outcome this was supposed to be.

Esteban leaves, and wakes up in a room he’s not familiar with, naked. He’s hungover and his head is aching from something other than said hangover. There’s a man in bed next to him, also naked, but he can’t see his face because it’s covered by his arm. Esteban stealthily gathers up his clothes, embarrassed, curious, slightly panicking, trying not to wake the other guy up(I rolled a stealth check twice and I’m still mad those were my two highest rolls all night because I really wanted him to get caught lmao) and starts to leave, but he’s too curious to leave before finding out who he presumably slept with, so he rifles through his things for ID.

Chief Officer Lt. Daniel Rodgers.

Esteban starts panicking because holy shit he just slept with the platoon leader and there is NO WAY he DIDN’T know he was wasted which means the platoon leader knows there’s contraband somewhere on the ship and Esteban knows something about it and fuck fuck he’s gonna be in deep shit so he boogies out as fast as possible and does the walk of shame back to where his squad’s quarters are.

Nora sees him come in and that he’s flustered and starts asking him questions, but he wigs out a bit and won’t say where he was and goes to take a shower. While in there they get a message on their data pads to go to a meeting in 3 hours and he’s sure he’s fucked but he can’t not show up. In the meantime he does his best to avoid Nora, because my friend is taking SO much enjoyment out of this whole situation and Nora starts digging to try and find out what happened.

So we all go to the meeting, a network wants to interview all of us because we did so fucking good(our squad had no casualties, we were the only one that did), and afterward Lt Rodgers starts going over to Esteban but John Cena intercepts to talk to him about something(John Cena was also promoted and is now Lt Rodger’s second). Nora caught the panicked look on Esteban’s face when the Lt started walking towards him and followed him after he hurried out in a fast walk to do some friendly harassing as pieces starting coming together.

He still wouldn’t talk about it so she bribed the security guy to view footage from that night to see what happened and I fucking died and had legit secondhand embarrassment from the whole situation it was great.

They see Esteban stumbling in the hall trying to get back to the squad’s quarters, bump into a wall, get turned around and go the wrong way. He wanders into the officers quarters and starts banging on the Lt’s door and shouting for [squad members names] to let him in because he needs to sleep it off and he gets more belligerent the longer he stands there(which wasn’t very long). After like 20 seconds the door opens and Lt Daniel Rodgers is standing there blearily because it’s like 4am and some drunk lunatic just woke him up, looks at him, goes “Chang?”(Esteban’s last name) and Esteban looks just as confused as he does for a few long seconds and then

“Lieutenant DAYUM”(because every time Lt Rodgers is mentioned I keep doing a Forest Gump impression calling him Lt Dan) AND FUCKING TACKLE KISSES HIM.

They fall into the room, Esteban vanished from the hall video feed, so the security guy turns up the audio because this just made his fucking month and Nora is dying and things apparently turn out very well for Esteban and I just

Literally all I could think about today at work was “LIEUTENANT DAYUM”

So Nora and the security guy save the footage and do some video editing and Nora sends Esteban a message with the beginning of the clip asking if he’d like to talk now, and the security guy sends him the sexual harassment in the work place video jokingly and Esteban is ready to die so he goes to talk with Nora.

It’s been like 4 days at this point of Esteban trying his damnedest to avoid questioning and Lt Rodgers, so Nora gets real with him and tells him that he needs to talk with him or else things are going to start going bad. Now, with him being the CO there’s really only two ways it can go: They can keep going on in secret, or he can threaten Esteban to not say anything and keep it under wraps because he’ll lose his job or be demoted for fraternizing with an enlisted, especially one in his platoon.

Esteban agrees he needs to talk to him but chickens out, so Nora fucking Parent Traps them. She sends the lieutenant a message from Esteban’s data pad saying they need to talk and gives a time and location and then sends Esteban a message from her with the same time and location.

It was hands down some of the most awkward RP I’ve ever been in lmao, but it was fun. Still don’t know much of anything about Lt Rodgers but so far he seems sweet, he was genuinely disappointed when Esteban said he freaked out when he woke up before he clarified that it was because he ‘came back to reality’ and realized he just slept with his CO; he was very careful to NOT say he has absolutely no memory of that night. In the end they decided to pursue a relationship, even though it’ll be dangerous for Daniel’s career if they get caught.

This whole event finally gave Nora and Esteban their call signs though; Cupid and Hobnob. Nora is super proud of herself for getting them together. Esteban will never live down shouting “Lieutenant DAYUM”.

#ooc #long post

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soaimagines · 7 years ago

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All Night Long

Request: Imagine meeting Juice in a carpark at 3am and he’s worried about your safety and it makes you cry a bit because you feel like you have no one to call a friend anymore and Juice stays with you all day.

Hmm.

It wasn’t unusual for your best friend to turn up at your house unannounced. But usually you were home when she did. You parked your car in the driveway and hopped out, slinging your bag over your shoulder and bumping the door shut with your hip. Knowing her, she’d probably forgot to pay her power bill or buy groceries and was taking full advantage of your open door policy. You didn’t mind, because when your cupboards weren’t stocked, or your water was running cold you knew you could turn to her. You only hoped that she hadn’t woken up George. Your fiancé had had a late night at work on the night shift and you had slipped out as silently as you could when you left for work this morning. But the office had been quiet and your boss had decided to let you all go home early. You walked quickly to the front door, humming to yourself as you went and you swung the door shut behind you before dropping your bag to the floor. “You better not be eating my oreos!” You kicked off your shoes and walked into the lounge. Huh. No one was in there. You headed for the kitchen and when you saw that it was empty too you frowned and put your hands on your hips. And that was when you heard it. A moan. Coming from down the hall. You gulped and almost instantly felt sick to your stomach. With careful footsteps you crept down the hallway. “Mmmm!” You took another step. Another moan. Two more steps. “Fuck! Yes!” One more step. “George!” You stopped outside your bedroom door. With a shaking hand you turned the door knob slowly, careful not to make any noise. Another moan. You took a deep breath and threw the door open. It was almost comical, the way they jumped, their eyes open wide like a deer caught in headlights. Scrambling to grab at the sheets and cover their naked bodies. Their mouths bobbing open like fucking goldfish. Your fiancé, in bed with your best friend. Your best friend, in bed with your fiancé. Your fiancé. Your best friend. You want to deny the nightmare before you; it just had to be a nightmare, right? Not him. Not her. You had always thought you’d known what you would do in a situation like this. You thought you’d fly into a rage, pummel his chest with your fists, drag her out of your bed by her hair, scream until your throat was raw. But you didn’t do any of those things. You stood, frozen with shock, only able to stare. In the faint distance you hear George, stuttering his explanation. The cliche ‘its not what it looks like’ as he stands, clutching the pillow to his crotch as if you’d never seen his dick before. Now she was scrambling, wrapping the sheet around her naked body as she slid off the bed. You saw her lips, mouthing ‘it just sort of happened’ and ‘it doesn’t mean anything’ but you didn’t hear her. You didn’t hear him pleading with you. Your mind was racing but you still stood, unmoving. “We didn’t mean for this to happen!” We. We. We. Something snapped inside you and you slid the ring off your finger, throwing it in his face before clenching your fist and swinging it into his jaw. “Fuck you!” You screamed. “Fuck both of you!”

“Come on, (y/n). Cheer up.” “Cheer up?! Are you fucking kidding me Chelsea?” Your sister rolled her eyes and slammed another shot before forcing a glass into your hand. “I didn’t mean it like that. Just ya know, maybe its time to move on.” “Jesus christ.” You took the shot and gestured to the bartender for another round. “You do realise I was engaged, right? To be married?” “Look, I get its a shitty situation. He’s a scumbag and she’s a hoe. I get it. But you cant dwell on it forever.” “Its been a week.” “Thats six days too long, babe.” You both took a shot. “Plus, I never liked him anyway.” She shrugged. “You didn’t? “He wasn’t right for you. He wears crocs, (y/n). In public.” You laughed and took another shot before spinning on your stool and looking around the bar. “What am i gonna do?” “Get drunk. Fuck a stranger.” Chelsea shrugged. “Great advice, sis.” You rolled your eyes. “Really though, where do I go from here?” Your sister sighed and turned in her seat too and she leant back against the abr. “Honestly? I don’t know what you’re gonna do. But I know who Im gonna do.” She winked at you and slinked off her chair, walking confidently to the table at the back of the room, where three guys sat. You sighed and ordered another shot. For now, you were allowed to feel sorry for yourself.

“Your call has been redirected to a prerecorded voice messaging system. Please-“ You hit end and sighed. Why was it that no one ever answered the phone when you needed them too. It was the third number you’d tried. First, you’d tried Sarah, your friend. And then another friend, but she had sent you to voicemal. And then you’d tried Susan from work. God you didn’t even fucking like Susan, but you just needed someone to talk to. As much as you loved your sister, and her coping methods, you just needed to voice your thoughts. Nothing was making any sense anymore and no matter how much you drank you couldn’t wipe the memory of that day from replaying in your mind. You didn’t know which betrayal was worse. Absentmindedly you rubbed the spot on your finger where your ring used to sit. At least you hadn’t married him yet. Thats gotta be a positive, right? Silver lining or some shit. “Hurry up!” You looked up from your spot on the bathroom counter and sighed. You couldn’t hide in the bathroom of a bar forever. “Just a sec!” You splashed some water on your face and dabbed it dry wiht a paper towel before you headed back to the table. “(Y/n)! Where’d you go?!” You slid back into the booth next to your drunk sister, who threw her arms around you. The guys from earlier had been shouting drinks all night, and all though you didn’t mind their company, all you wanted was to hang out with your sister. Alone. “So, (y/n), tell me about yourself.” The guy in front of you smiled. TIm, you think his name was. “Id rather not.” You sighed. Chelsea nudged your arm and you rolled your eyes. “(Y/n) here just got out of a shitty relationship.” You frowned and the guys looked at you curiously. “He cheated on her.” Chelsea whispered, loudly. Vodka always did go straight to her head. “With her best friend!” You lifted the glass in front of you and downed it before slamming it down on the table. “Well you know what they say,” Tim said, a smirk on his face. You looked at him with raised eye brows, an unamused look on your face. “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” You grimaced. “Im going home.” Chelsea grabbed your arm and tugged you back into your seat but you shook her off. “Are you coming?” Chelsea looked between you and the guys who were watching her expectantly. “Im gonna stay, sis. You should too!” “Suit yourself.” You turned your back and headed out of the club, trying- but failing to ignore the laughter coming from the table and tears stung at your eyes. For a moment you considered ordering another round of drinks and getting black out wasted. But everything in this bar was becoming too much; the Bon Jovi blasting through the speakers, the clinking of glasses, the raised voices battling to be heard over each other. You decided against it and headed for the door. The night air hit you and you tugged your jacket tighter around yourself. You walked to the carpark and sat down on the curb, pulling out your phone and dialled for a taxi. The operator told you there’d be an hour wait, and after trying the only other cab company in the area and being told the same thing, you sighed and booked it anyway. Why had your sister dragged you to the bar furthest from your motel?! It was too far to walk, and you didn’t really have the energy. Looks like you’d just have to wait.

“Shit.” You tried the lighter again, hoping desperately to see a flame but just like last time the lighter sparked before dying out. “Need a light?” You jumped and turned to look behind you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just um.. I have a lighter,” The guy said, holding out an old zippo lighter and a warm smile on his face. “Thanks.” You flashed him a smile and took the lighter. Your hand met his and you couldn’t help but notice how warm they were. You lit your cigarette. It was your fifth smoke since you’d come outside but you always smoked like a prostitute when you were angry. or nervous. Or drunk, for that matter. “Are you waiting for someone?” He asked. You passed the lighter back to him and he shoved it deep into the pocket of his hoodie. “Cab.” You answered and took a long drive. “They said it’d be an hour. But that was well over an hour ago.” “Huh.” He sat down next to you. You turned to him and raised an eyebrow. “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself, I’ll wait with you.” “Its okay. I’ll be fine, really.” “I dont mind.” His smile was warm and he seemed genuine. You shrugged and he pulled his own pack of cigarettes out of his pockets. You looked at him and this time you really took him in. His mohawk, his tribal tattoos on either side, the plain black hoodie he wore. His warm brown eyes. You both sat in silence as you smoked, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. “Im (y/n).” He smiled warmly at you. “Juan Carlos.” You smiled back at him. “You really don’t need to wait with me, Im sure they wont be long.” “Its fine, really. Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be on these streets alone.” You blushed and looked away. The streetlights shone down on you, illuminating your features and Juice studied you the best he could without staring. Why did he even care? He didn’t know you. Why did some stranger seem to care more about you then your own friends and family. The emotions you’d been fighting to hold in all week suddenly washed over you and you turned away as a tear rolled down your cheek. Juice took once last drag of his cigarette before flicking the butt into the gutter. He heard a sniffle and noticed your shoulders slowly shaking. For a second he was alarmed. What had he done?! He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable but he couldn’t just ignore you crying. Fuck it, he thought. He didn’t speak. He just wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. Which only seemed to make you cry harder and he rocked you slowly. “Fuck.” You laughed humourlessly and wiped your tears away. “Im sorry.” “Dont apologise.” You turned to him. His brown eyes were filled with worry and a sad smile was on his lips. He looked into your eyes. God, there was something so beautiful about eyes that have just cried. Glistening with unshed tears and wet lashes, like an open window into your soul. He was overwhelmed by the emotion you held in your eyes. Your face was almost blank, but when he looked into your eyes he felt every emotion that had washed over you. Your eyes betrayed you, letting him see all the pain you’d been fighting so hard to hold in. He rubbed your back gently before pulling away and rummaged through his pockets. You looked away, cursing yourself for breaking down in front of the cute Puerto Rican boy. When you looked back he had a joint in his hands and he gave you a sheepish grin. You laughed and he lit it, taking a long drag before offering it to you. “You smoke?” “Yeah,” You shrugged and took it between your fingers. “I mean, I haven’t in years. My fiancé hates it.” “Your engaged?” You blew out a long cloud before shaking your head. “Not any more.” He nodded slowly and silence fell between you once more, as you passed the joint back and forth. “Everythings so fucked up.” Juice stood, tossing the burnt out roach into the street. He held out his hand and you looked up at him with raised eyebrows. “Come on,” He smiled. “You can tell me everything over pancakes.” You smiled and bit your lip, checking the street to make sure your cab hadn’t finally arrived. It hadn’t, and you were strangely relieved. “Its 3am. Is anything even open?” He nodded. “Theres an all-night diner in the next street. They do this thing called the Juan Carlos special. Some genius invented it, its world famous. You really should try it.” You grinned and took hold of his warm hand and he pulled you up, that goddamned smile all over his face.

“Jesus.” You whispered under your breath as the waitress placed the food on your table. Two plates each loaded with a four inch stack of pancakes, two waffles, a jug of maple syrup, banana, whipped cream, and a shit ton of bacon. The ‘Juan Carlos Special’. Juice grinned and tucked in, stabbing into the pile of bacon with his fork. “You not hungry?” He asked with a mouthful of pancake. You laughed and shook your head. “I don’t know where to start.” “Bacon. Always start with bacon.” You picked up your fork and stabbed a piece of bacon, moaning when the flavour hit your tongue. Juice grinned across the table. “So, tell me everything.” “You really wanna know?” You sighed. He shrugged and lifted the jug or maple syrup and poured the whole thing onto his plate. “Only if you want to.” He waved a forkful of pancake in the air. “Look, I’m shit at giving advice. But sometimes it helps, ya know. Talking to a stranger. Outside perspective and all that.” “He fucked my best friend.” You blurted out. He paused, forkful of pancake hallway to his mouth. “Seriously?” You nodded. “Asshole.” And just like that you opened up. You told him everything. You told him about your best friend and how you’d met in kindergarten. You told him about your teenage years where you and her would get up to all kinds of mischeif. You told him about the first time you met your fiancé, about your relationship, about the proposal and moving in together. Everything. Right down to when you opened that door and saw her riding his dick. And he listened. Like, really listened. He hung off every word, asked you questions, interrupted you with mutters of ‘douchbag’ and ‘asshole’. “So my sister dragged me out tonight to try cheer me up but she ditched me for some random guys. And no one else answered their phones.” You sighed. “I just feel like I have no one.. ya know? Like Ive lost everything.” “Gimme your phone.” Juice said and pushed away his now empty plate. You raised an eyebrow. “You buy me pancakes and then rob me?” He chuckled and held out his hand. With a roll of your eyes you handed him your cell phone. His fingers went to work and you watched him. You didn’t even know this kid. And yet he was here for you; more than any of your friends had been. He had listened more than your own sister. He made you feel so.. comfortable. You looked away from him and eyed the diner. Its checkered floors, shiny red booths, CocaCola posters from the fifties framed on the walls. Neon lights hung in the window and near the back was an old jukebox playing some Meatloaf balled. He handed you back your phone and you glanced at the screen. New Contact. Juice. “Juice?” “My friends call me Juice.” He explained. You hit edit on the screen. “I prefer Juan, if you don’t mind?” His whole face lit up and he was thankful you were too busy looking at your screen to notice the blush creeping up his neck. “Whenever you need anything. Talk, or pancakes. Call me.” “Thank you, Juan. Really.” You smiled. “Anytime. So tell me, how do you feel about revenge?”

“Are you seriously breaking in?” You hissed. He shushed you and you glanced around nervously while he hovered over the lock. “Juan, seriously. Im not really keen on getting arrested.” He sniggered and pushed the door open before reaching inside and flicking the light switch. “Calm down, (y/n). You aint a crim just yet.” He pulled you inside and shut the door behind you. Your eyes widened as you took in the room; the pristine white walls, bob marley posters. Shelves stacked with different jars and bongs. And of course, that undeniable smell. “So you work here or something?” He shook his head and headed behind the counter. “Nah, I own it.” “Seriously? You own Clear Passages?” “Sorta.” He shurgged. “Twenty percent anyway.” You nodded and paced the store,your arms swinging by your sides as eyed the different strands on the shelves. Juice rummaged under the counter. “You sure you wanna do this?” He asked as he pulled out the container he had been searching for. You bit your lip and nodded. Juice searched your face for any uncertainty before nodding and sliding the container into his pocket. He turned and grabbed a sachet of the shelf behind him before heading out from behind the counter. “C’mon.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the exit, flicking off the light as he went. You entered the street and he locked the door behind the two of you. “Its too far to walk, and I don’t have my car. The cabs-“ “I’ll take us.” Juice interrupted. “Okay.” You walked in silence, Juice leading the way. The streets were becoming quiet as the early hours of the morning rolled in and you shoved your hands deep into the pockets of your jacket. You neared a gas station and Juice pointed into the car park next door. “My rides the one in the corner, you can wait there if ya want?” He headed inside and you nodded, stopping at a vending machine and pressing the button for a can of coke. The can dropped and you reached inside and lifted it out. You cracked the lid open as you walked and took a sip. The car park was nearly empty and Juice had pointed to the corner. You lit a cigarette before perching on the hood of the sedan and leant back, studying the stars shining in the night sky. A few minutes later Juice left the store, plastic bag in his hand and you propped yourself up on your elbows as he neared. He sat on the hood next to you and took a sip of the coke you offered him. “Get everything?” He nodded. “His house or hers first?” “His. He works nights so he wont be home.” Juice nodded and leant back against the car and you both looked up at the stars. “Whose car is this?” You turned to him, your brows furrowed together. “You pointed to it.” He shook his head, an amused look in his eyes. “I pointed to that.” You looked where he pointed to the carpark next to you. The carpark occupied with a Harley Davidson Dyna. You slid off the car and glanced between the bike and Juice, who was now smirking at you. You walked around the bike and immediately noticed the fuel tank. More accurately, you noticed the M16 with the Grim Reaper scythe on a pole, and the words that made you freeze. ‘Sons Of Anarchy’. You turned back to him, eyes slightly wide. “Your in a gang?! Jesus, you don’t look like a biker.” “Firstly, we’re a club, not a gang. And what does a biker look like, exactly?” You shrugged. “I dunno. Your not even wearing any leather? And you don’t have a beard. Or a potbelly.” He chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint. I can grow a pretty great moustache, though.” You scrunched up your face and he laughed again before handing you his helmet. “This really not a problem?” He asked you as he swung his leg over. “Nope.” You answered as you bucked the strap beneath your chin. “Have you ever been on a bike before?” “Nope.” He grinned. “Hold on tight. And lean with me.” You took a deep breath and nodded before holding onto his shoulder and swinging your leg over the bike. You held onto his sides and he rolled his eyes before pulling your hands tighter around him. He kicked up his kickstand and started the bike. The engine rumbled beneath you and you squeezed him tightly. He turned and met your eye. “You okay?” You nodded. Slowly the bike began to move, and once he entered the street he turned the throttle, gaining speed. You gulped as he turned a corner but you leant with him like he had told you, despite wanting to lean in the opposite direction and he sped up, making your hair blow out beneath the helmet. Gradually you relaxed, your grip around his waist becoming looser and you sat up straight. The scenery rushed past you in a blur and a grin spread over your face. You had never felt more alive.

“Motherfucker.” He stopped walking and stood next to you, glancing in the direction you were glaring. “Whats wrong?” “Thats her car.” He saw the pain in your eyes as you looked at your best friends car, parked where you used to park yours; in the drive way of the house you had shared with your fiance. He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. “Come on.” You nodded and moved forward, dropping his hand. Juice couldn’t help but smirk as he watched you creep across the street, your body hunched and your head glancing from side to side and he snorted as you army rolled behind a bush. He walked casually across the street and smirked as you hissed at him to hide. He knelt down next to you and you turned to him with wild eyes. “Do you want us to get caught?” You whispered angrily. ��Jesus christ, we’re not breaking the law.” “Sorry, I forgot you were a gangster.” You rolled your eyes. “You probably don’t care if we go to jail.” He fought a laugh. “Its a club, not a gang. And its your house, (y/n). You have a key.” You nodded and pulled the hood of your jacket up and pulled it as low as it could go. “So whats the plan, Chief?” Juice whispered. “You start out here. I’ll head inside.” Juice nodded and watched as you crept to the front door, silently fumbling with the keys. Meanwhile he pulled the can of spray paint out of the bag and got to work. You pushed the door shut behind you, careful not to make any noise. You felt sick as you looked around the house. The moon was bright tonight and the room was dimly lit. After a while your eyes adjusted and you looked around the room. The photos of you and your fiancé were still littered over the mantel piece and everything looked just as you’d left it. Except the heels scattered next to the door, and the coat draped over the back of the sofa. You gulped and tip toed into the kitchen. Every Wednesday afternoon you had baked. Brownies, cakes, cookies. You had always liked baking and George had always loved tasting whatever you had cooked up. No matter what, there was always some fresh baking in your cupboards. Which was perfect, because you knew when George got home he would head to the cupboard and eat whatever baking he could find, without a second thought. You placed the container Juice had given you in the cupboard, smiling to yourself. George wouldn’t even notice that these brownies were.. special. Next you headed for the refrigerator. Your best friend staying here meant that you didn’t need to make two stops tonight. Every morning she had a big glass of orange juice. You pulled the carton out of the fridge and opened it carefully before dumping the powder in and shaking it gently, making sure it dissolved. It was only a laxative, completely natural, Juice had reassured you. You knew she had a big meeting tomorrow, and you smirked. Its a shame she would be glued to the toilet. You had just placed the carton back into the fridge when Juice entered the room. “You ready?” He whispered. “Almost.” You reached for the drawer and pulled out a large knife. You gave him a wink and grinned. His eyes went wide as he saw the wild look in your eyes and the smirk on your face and he grabbed your wrist. “Are you crazy?! Put it down.” “No.” “What are you gonna do?! Stab her?!” He hissed at you. You rolled your eyes and left the kitchen, Juice hot on your heels and you stopped when you reached the lounge. “Hold this.” You passed him the knife. “Why, you wanna get my prints on the murder weapon?!” You scoffed and tip toed over to the mantelpiece. Carefully you lifted the first frame. It was a photo of you and George on your first vacation together. You pulled the sleeve of your jacket over your hand and pressed your palm against the frame, silently shattering the glass. You placed the frame back on the mantel and repeated the process with the remaining frames. Juice watched you and when you were finished you walked back to him and grabbed the knife. He followed you through the front door and pulled it shut behind him. You locked the door and shoved the keys back in your pocket. “Whats the knife for?” He whispered. “This.” You walked across the driveway and stabbed the knife into the front tire of her car. The air hissed out and you pried the knife loose before stabbing each of the remaining three tires. Juice had crossed the street and you walked over and stood next to him. He draped an arm around your shoulder and you both looked at the house. Juice had done well with the spray paint and you smiled as you looked at the work he’d done. ‘Cheat’ was spray painted in large letters on the garage door. He’d written ‘homewrecker’ on the bonnet of your friends car and the walls of the house were littered with other profanities, and next to the front window of the house he had painted a large penis. “Nice touch, Picasso.” He bowed and you both laughed. “So what now?” “We wait a few hours and then I ring his work and make an anonymous tip about the staff using drugs. If he eats the brownies he’ll fail the drug test and lose his job.” You smirked. Sure, a part of you felt bad for what you’d done. But it was only a very small part of you, and you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. Slowly Juice pulled you away and you walked together in silence back to his bike were you’d left it further down your street. He passed you the helmet and you both hopped onto the bike. You pressed your cheek to his back as he rode through the night, the crisp air brushing over you and you closed your eyes. He smelled good, his cologne mixing with the faint smell of weed and the scent filled your lungs. You clung to him tightly, his warm body pressed against yours. You felt light, like all your baggage had finally been left behind you. Who knew all it would take was one night with a Puerto Rican biker boy. The bike slowed and you finally took in your surroundings. He had brought you to the water tower on the outskirts of town. “Come on, we gotta hurry.” He dragged you to the ladder and you shook your head. “No way. I ain’t climbing up there!” You crossed your arms over your chest. Juice rolled his eyes and tugged your elbow gently. “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” His eyes were full of promise and pleading and you sighed. “Fine. But if i fall to my death please make sure they dress me in something cute. I don’t wanna be buried in these jeans.” And you started to climb. He didn’t know why you disliked those jeans so much. From where he was looking, they looked great on you. Although he was climbing the ladder beneath you, and honestly it wouldnt matter what you were wearing, this view made your ass look great. It only took a few minutes to reach the top and you stood shakily on the platform. “Holy shit.” You whispered. You could see everything from up here. The shining lights of all the houses in Charming and even Lodi. Everything was so small. Juice sat down, swinging his legs off the edge and resting his arms against the lower railing. You copied him and he pulled out another joint and lit it before offering it to you. Together you shared the joint and together you watched as the large glowing sphere of the sun rose slowly into the dull morning sky. It cast sunbeams in every direction as it illuminated the small town, like an arsonist setting the sky on fire. Below you in the trees birds began to chirp a background melody as the pure scattered light lit up every inch of the land below you. Your breath paused in your lungs and you wished time would stop. In this moment everything was forgotten. You forgot the heartbreak you’d endured, the betrayal. You forgot the boring motel room that was now your temporary home. You forgot that no one had been there for you when you needed them most. But the one thing you didn’t forget was Him. The first night you spent with Juan Carlos was a memory that would live on inside you forever.

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minky-beta · 7 years ago

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Noah Foster x Reader: *Soulmate AU Part 2* First Date Not Ruined

Request: The soulmate au that you did was vvv cute & i loved it vvv much. id also be thrilled if you did a pt 2 bc, like you said, the dynamic is really good. but yeah just wanted to tell you how lovely & cute you are & i hope you have a good week, thank you

A/N: Awww thank you so much! Sorry for the long wait, but I hope you really like it <3

Btw, this ask is really sweet, so you're really cute! I hope you have a good week too!!

This is the second part to Mix of Scared and Intrigued (which u can check out here) Set about a week after part 1

When you were twelve, you stayed over at your friend's house for the weekend. Instead of her room, the two of you were sleeping out on her couch in order to watch a movie marathon.

On the first night there, the two of you managed to stay up to one in the morning. The door opened at two thirty in the morning. You and your friend both shot up from sleep, to see her teenage sister closing the door. "I forgot you guys were out here," she whispered.

"Why were you out there?" your friend whisper-screamed.

She sighed and walked to the couch before she sat down. "I had to sneak out to see Ricky," she confessed with a huge smile.

"Who's Ricky?" you asked.

"My soulmate," she said, "My Mom and Dad don't really like him; they keep telling themselves that he's not my soulmate, but I know he is,"

"Why don't they like them?"

"Cuz he's not exactly the step ford wife's first choice." She shrugged.

"Emmy," your friend warned.

"Sorry, sorry," she said before turning to you, "So I have to sneak out to see him, and they know that I want to see him, so I'm pretty much boarded up in the house during the day... So I head off to the night." She waved to the both of you. "I'm gonna go to sleep, night you two,"

"Night," you both repeated.

The next morning, you found her sister before you went down for breakfast. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Go on," she said with raised eyebrows.

"What's it like to meet your soulmate?"

"It doesn't feel life-changing or like your suddenly complete. You just... you click-" She sighed with a smile. "-And that click feels amazing. It's so amazing that you just want to feel that click as much as you can,"

You smiled at her before your friend called from downstairs, and you both went down.

You shouldn't be nervous. He was your soulmate; the two of you were literally destined to be together, so why were you nervous? This didn't make sense. You kept telling yourself that, but your leg still bounced up and down while you waited for him to text you that he was here.

You kept adjusting your clothes, letting out a deep breath. What if he changed his mind? Decided that he didn't want the universe to choose, a lot of people were doing that lately. What if he didn't even think that you were his soulmate? That you were just faking it and-

Your phone binged. You froze for a second before you grabbed it.

hey. im at the light right before your house, should be there in a sec

"Okay, he's actually coming," you sighed, "He's actually coming. I am not being stood up,"

You went through your phone to try and distract yourself, before there was a loud knock on your front door. You pocketed your phone and went to the door, rubbing the sweat off onto your jeans, before you opened it

Noah rubbed the back of his neck and smiled brightly at you. "Heeey Y/N," he drawled.

"Hi," you said.

"Uhhh, so- so I was hoping you'd be okay with like a picnic or something. If not we could always jus-"

"That's fine," you said with a big smile, "It sounds good; that's perfect,"

He let out a deep breath at your statement and gave you a relieved smile. "We should head out then,"

You and Noah were at one of the nearby parks, set up in one of the fields away from the playground. The both of you had been there for almost an hour. You two had ate most of the stuff, just some fruit left. You were lying on the blanket, while Noah was sitting up, leaning against a tree.

"How'd you meet Brooke?" you asked.

Noah shrugged. "Audrey and Emma are close, and I'm Audrey's best friend. So, I got introduced to Emma-"

"Who introduced you to Brooke," you finished.

"Yup. I actually don't know Brooke that much,”

You shook your head with a smile and sat up. "Brooke's my best friend," you said.

Noah smirked. "So I guess I should get closer with her then,"

"Yeah, you really should work on that. Not being close to my best friend could really end everything. " You tried, and failed, to keep the big smile off your face. "Which would really suck since the universe practically set us up,"

He rolled his eyes and threw a grape at you. "But in order to do that I'd have to be close with Brooke and-" He put his head side to a side as if he was considering it. "-is that really worth it?"

"Shut up," you laughed. It was your turn to throw a grape at him.

He shook his head with a smile. You stared at each other with smiles for a few moments. Noah glanced at your lips for a moment, and you pretended that you didn't notice. He leaned closer, as you did the same. You could feel his breath on your face. If either of you just moved a little closer, your lips would be touching.

All you could imagine was what it would feel like to have his lips on you. On your lips. Maybe down your neck. How his hands might cup your face. Did he have cold or warm hands? That was all you could think about.

And all you wanted was to find out how it actually felt like.

One of his hands cupped your jaw. "C-Can I?"

"Yeah," you panted.

Then... you were wet. Not sexy, turned on wet. Actual water.

It was freaking raining.

You scrunched up your eyebrows and pulled back, looking up at the sky. "Damn it," you rolled your eyes with a laugh. The two of you got up and ran over to the empty playground, hiding under one of the slides.

"Even the kids knew about the rainy clouds before us," you laughed. Noah nodded, avoiding your gaze. You sighed, looking around. "I mean, we were on a date, so I guess we were preoccupied with stuff other than playing tag or hide and seek,"

"Yeah," he laughed, finally turning to you with a smirk.

You pressed your lips together as you looked at him. "What's bothering you?"

"Nothing,"

"I'm pretty sure there is. Otherwise, you have a very disappointing happy face," you said, "And I'd like to know what's bothering you so that I don't think that I'm bothering you, especially since I like to think I'm a catch,"

"You are a catch." Noah winked and smiled at you. "It's just... I really like you, and I wanted this date to go well, then nature went ahead and ruined it,"

"I don't think this date is ruined. I got to hang out with you," you said, "I got to see that we do, in fact, click,"

"We click?" Noah raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." You smiled and stepped closer. "It feels natural to talk to you and be with you. It's natural between us,"

"It does feel like that." He smiled and stepped closer. "I'm nervous whenever I look at you, but whenever I talk, it comes easy. it's easy to talk to you. That's, like, never easy for me,"

You shook your head and giggled. You leaned closer; your nose brushed against his, and you could feel his breath again. The rain's patter that had been deafening a minute ago became white noise.

Noah's lips brushed against yours, glancing up for any hesitation. When he saw none, he pressed his mouth against yours. It was soft, sweet, not desperate or looking to be completed. You wrapped your arms, connecting them behind his neck, while his hands pressed into your lower back.

It felt comfortable, natural, and you didn't want it to stop. His mouth was too soft; his cologne was too nice; his hands were too warm for you to want to stop.

Finally, after a few moments, you pulled away. He smiled at you, adjusting his hands from your back to your waist. "See? I don't think that this date is ruined." You smiled.

Noah laughed. "Definitely not ruined." He leaned closer, pressing his lips against yours again.

#noah foster #mtv scream #noah foster imagine #mtv scream imagine #john karna #john karna imagine #requested

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spainmozsombi · 5 years ago

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Orientation day and cycling

The thing is dear whoever reading this, that life is not that busy around here, I think I adjusted pretty quickly to this spanish lifestyle of getting up late, going to bed late, and not running after every small thing that should be done asap. This means except the orientation day which was on monday, not much happened so I did not see the point of writing pages about doing basically nothing.

Random observations are coming so watch out. The spanish lifestyle I already told you about also consists not really taking traffic lights seriously (only by car, but sometimes not even with that). Literally nobody’s gonna look at me weird if I cross the road when the lights are red (the thing is, red lights are so freakin long I’m not spanish enough yet to wait that long), nor they will honk if I’m taking my time to pass when I have green light at the crosswalk and they’re turning left/right. Same slow, chill attitude goes when it comes to buying groceries and paying-packing etc.

About the orientation day. It started at 9 am, which seemed a bit early, and when I got there I thought nobody was gonna be there but a whole bunch of people were lining up already for some registration and getting a piece of paper that I still don’t know what it is good for. I met Oliver, my german friend, he was with an albanian guy who’s name I totally forgot 2 sec after he told me, he seems nice tho, and as a plus, he doesn’t speak any spanish either (and also gonna study political science) which makes me feel a bit less stupid. The faculty of political sciences and sociology (if i’m correct) doesn’t look so fancy from the outside but from the inside it’s much better, nothing very high-tech but definitely better than my faculty at home...(shame). After getting the piece of paper we sat down in a huge lecture hall for some information sessions with the vice dean aaaand the person responsible for international relations including all erasmus stuff. Learned some valuable information regarding credits, non existing language courses, free entry to the Alhambra (big old building, they say it’s kinda famous, looks like it could use some renovation...hope you feel the irony), and a whole lot more. They set up a game for us (for all erasmus students studying at this faculty, there were at least 100 people at this info session), they made groups of 5-6, we had to take a picture together and be creative about how to show what erasmus is all about adding a motto to the picture. I was in a group with french, german, south korean people, I’m not sure if we were the most ingenious ideas but it turned out to be okay (we didn’t win the competition though).

Some more information sessions followed. Orientation day ended around 2 pm, Oliver and I decided to try to get the so called ‘TUI’ card (student card), but first of all we went to the wrong building to get it, after that we didn’t find the good one, and found out that they take siesta very seriously so it only opens at 4 pm again (nope, it opened at 3 pm, was open till 5) so we decided to go back again later. Went grocery shopping with Oliver, bought some unbelievably green banana (that turned out to be truly inedible), and some other things. We agreed on trying to get the student card later that afternoon, what we managed to accomplish. I found it pretty interesting that while in Hungary it takes a whole month to get my student card, including going into offices filling tons of papers etc, here they asked for my ID, put the number into a tablet, took a picture of me in front of a canvas and that was it. I had to wait about 3 minutes to get my student card. Convinient isn’t it?! We went for a walk in the city center since Oliver had to buy some sheets and I had nothing better to do anyway. We found the shop where he had to buy stuff, but we also saw a Decathlon on the way so we agreed on checking it out later since we’re both huge fans of everything they have there. This is the part where you have to tell me how strong I am, cause I did not buy anything!

Some fun facts about the ‘TUI’ card, it works as a prepaid credit card, I can put money on it and if I hold it in front of the scanner on the bus it works as a bus ticket (it seems like they’re not familiar with the term ‘monthly student bus pass’ around here, I get discount for single tickets on the bus and that’s all. Shitty..), or I can pay with it at the cafeteria. This all sounds great but as it turned out the card is only valid from today 9/11 (today) and I could not use it on monday so I had to buy a normal ticket.

On monday evening the owner of the flat came to sign some contracts and get the monthly fee, and explain some things. She also brought her dad (I think, not sure) they explained a few things asked if everything is working correctly. All in spanish of course. I don’t know when was the last time I felt so uncivilized. Martin (the french flatmate) was kind enough to translate most things so it all turned out okay. After that we had a nice talk with him and the other flatmate called Yun (yes, she’s asian). They seem really nice, we are gonna have dinner together at some point where everybody will cook something traditional from their country. Good idea, (I came up with it, lol), the only problem is that Yun said chinese food is really hard to make (so she might make spanish then), Martin is not really a chef as he put it, and I pretty much hate everything that’s traditional hungarian food. Whatever, we’ll figure it out, important thing is that they’re up for it. Martin has been trying to get me into going to parties with him, ever since we started talking, he’s so presistent I’ll might go. Okay probably not, but I agreed that I like to have a few drinks and just talk so we might do that at some point, can’t wait, he seems like a cool dude!

The thing is today and also yesterday I did basically nothing (that worth mentioning), besides riding my bike and getting up late , exploring new trails each time. Oh yeah, the reason for this is that classes only start on september 23rd. Until then, I don’t really have much to do besides sightseeing, riding my bike, socializing (being very careful that, you never know..). I actually started working on my master thesis today, I’m kinda proud of myself. Ending this on a high note, tomorrow I might do a bigger ride to a cool trail not so far from Granada and a walking tour in the jewish district of Granada. We’ll see. Life’s good, apart from feeling a bit lonely sometimes I’ve been enjoying my time here. Downloaded Duolingo yesterday, have to boost them non existing spanish skills a bit (Martin said he’s willing to help, which I’m grateful for). For real, I’m done for the day, may upload some pictures too.

That’s all folks!

#ride #or #die #socializing #erasmus #spanish

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yumenosakiacademy · 5 years ago

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metr0con 2019 friday diary

Cosplayed/breakfast/snack: same as thursday diary

For future me only. preferred that you dont read this, thanks.

Okay so we arrived at like, 10:23 or abt that time so i had some time before my first panel so i just kinda walked around. i dont think anything happened around that time, sorry. my memory of today is a lil bit hazy at parts. but while on the escalator, i looked over at registration n saw creeper print and a yellow crown n the person rly looked like king gavin n i openly Gasped but i couldnt get to them obviously but i was like gjhnsmjgh hh.

then, i went to the yoi panel! uhm.. not much to comment on for this panel, sorry. there was a viktor, yuri, and yurio! i remember there was a personality swap ask and for part of the panel, they all had switched jackets because of a dare.

next was the oh-shc panel! the honey was rly cute n gave a lot of hugs to a lot of the audience members n they were such sute hugs gjhnsm.. like the ones where u semi-leap at a person n hug em w slight movement it was so cute. kyoya said his entire budget book he brought was all for tamaki’s expenses and tamaki proposed to haruhi as a dare but earlier in the panel he was imagining outloud him n haruhi’s wedding gjhnsm

after that, i couldve went to the grav!ity falls panel or the bn-ha one, but since the bn-ha one was in the same room as the previous two, i just decided to stay in my seat for that one. the todoroki n kirishima came in late w starbucks which todoroki says was paid for by endeavor bc he had his dad’s credit card n he actually gave out 2 fake paper credit cards to ppl. aizawa got asked what the dumbest thing he’s gotten asked by one of his students n he said it was “whats your quirk, aizawa?” n todoroki said “it’s not ‘is mayonaise an instrument’? then there was other stuff n they played Sentences and i suggested the scenario “furry convention” after someone suggested todoroki and izuku. ALSO!!! i won the raffle for a bn-ha poster! it was drawn by the uraraka that was one of the panelists n it looks so good ;w; dunno where im gonna put it.. but as my first fanmade print (that’s not my hs wall scroll, which was officially licensed), ill cherish it.

after that i had time to walk! i saw a bunch of id0lish cosplayers! the id0lish7 ones in the dream journey outfits n the 2 trigger members i saw were in similar outfits? i forgot the name for them. anyway! i saw a gentaro n took their pic n they were like “i hav a dice n ramuda somewhere around here.. we’re fl!ng posse” so i wndered around the dealers room n eventually found the dice n ramuda together n took their pic too! thn i kept wanderin n i!! found the king gavin n i was like “are you cosplaying king gavin” n they were like “yea!” n i was!! so happy!!! n they turned to their friend n they were like “see you shouldve stayed in costume! [turns 2 me] they were mad k!ng ryan up until a lil while ago; they changed” but anyway i took their pic n they were talking abt how it feels kinda odd to come to terms w the fact theyre cosplaying minecraft n how they saw a minecraft person earlier n thought abt talking to them but it’s different bc it’s ach!evement hunter so they dont kno the full picture. i saw a corrin w arei button!! which was exciting. also met a nico who said they were gonna b arashi that day but didnt wanna contour but theyre gonna b her tomorrow!! DURING THIS TIME i also saw an adachi body pillow at an artist’s booth n im.. gjhnskm....... i wanted it...... i later found out it was $60 tho so. ;w; i met a sougo n tamaki n i asked if i could take their pic n they said yea, just give em a sec, n the sougo was like “r u cosplayin tsukasa??” n i said yep n they were like do u wanna b in our mv?” n i thought it was a whole event thing n i was like “oh. id hav to check my schedule i might b busy but” n they were talking abt how we (me, the luka next to them, n the kaito next to luka) would just do like steps to the side by following sougos lead n i was confused n repeated myself but the sougo was like “oh, no no it’s right now” n so i did that w them while the tamaki filmed n unfortunately i 4got to ask their instagrams so idk where the vid is but w/e. the sougo told me abt an id0lish meetup at 5 pm, too, out on the docks.

the h!veswap panel was p funny! an eridan n feferi in the audience were also entertaining, esp during the improve games. i remember someone asked lanque “what r ur fashion tips?” n lanque was like “...Dont Bother” n joey was confused by troll stuff n i asked daraya what her fav punk band was n she was like “we only listen to the grubbles. have u heard em?” n i was like “i.. actually havent heard the full album yet so i guess not?” but as im typing this i think i actually have?/ oops. anyway a lot happened but it’s rly hate so im gonna.... move on. im typing this paragraph last bc i 4got to type it lmao.

a ruby and dia complimented my nails! then i saw a doppo!! they were apparently the reo i took a pic of yesterday. they said their jakurai was still getting ready.

i tried to go to the grav!ty falls party but it was just one girl as mabel making the audience do games for prizes that were rly boring like decoding n stuff so i left after abt 15 minutes n went walking again. i had 2 hrs to walk now.

i went downstairs after walkina round the dealers room n there was!! a bloody banquet rei and koga!!! they were so pretty.. i was intimidated kinda but i managed to approach them n we talked abt rei’s rei itabag n koga’s goro itabag n rei said they once spent $150 dollars in rei merch in one sitting on yahoo auctions whoa. they were rly cool tho! we talked for a few minutes. later, i also saw another hypm!c group of MTR + ramuda n took their pics n the ramuda was like “ur sign omg. wait r u tsukasa??” n i said yep n we got excited abt ES n the jakurai told me theres an ES meetup tomorrow at 1 pm!! unfortunately, i hav a panel (2, actually, but i can only choose 1) that is at that time so idk if ill go... esp since it’ll prob only b a few ppl n im not the type of person to make friends anyway, yknow? ....anyway! the hifumi game me a lil clear heart tin w tiny fake yellow flowers n a piece of paper that said: “thank u, prince/princess! -hifumi [doodle of 2 champagne glasses]” n thats.. so cute. i gave them a lollipop in return. little while later, met another jakurai! i think we also talked abt ens-tars!! cant remember a lot of it tho gomen. then a lil while later, i saw the kakeru cosplayer i had heard abt on twitter! they were manning an art booth. i was like “are you cosplaying kakeru?” n they were like “yea!” n i took their pic n i was like “i didnt think id rly find k!npri cosplayers here aa” n the kakeru went “FINALLY i can use one of these!” n handed me a lil kakeru sticker they drew n i was like “his fumb bg pink jacket.. it makes him look like a Shrimp” n we both laughed n they showed me the k!npri stuff on their table n a joji on the other side of their display that looked like he was behind bars bc the display thingy and a jin hanging from one of the bars. they (the kakeru n the person they were with) were like “we kept seeing you walk by w ur sign n we were like ‘i hope they find leo!’” (both days, bc the other person asked if i was tsukasa yesterday) n i showed them my yug!oh card that’s an obscure reference to a tsukasa cg! n i talked to them a lil bit abt ens-tars but i cant remember a lot gahh!! and while i was standing there, a honoka came up and asked for my photo n i was like “ANOTHER ES FAN??” n i talked to them for a sec n forgot to put up my prop for the photo at first gjhnsm but that was cool!! oh, the honoka also asked me if i liked anzu n i was like “she’s super cute in the anime”

after that i tried to go to the fru!ts basket panel but im only 6 eps in the remake anime n they had almost all the characters n i didnt understand a lot of the questions bc i hadnt seen much of the show so.. then after only a few minutes of q+a they started up trivis so i left n just walked around the dealers room. it was during this time that my crown fell off (SECOND DAY IN A ROW) n i searched the whole dealers room but couldnt find it?? ghh..

ANYWAY i found another ramuda w a jakurai n the ramuda liked my sign too n they were like “ur tsukasa!” n i went yep n they saw the buttons ns tuff on my bag n all my keychains n they were like ‘oh, sry” n i was like “no no, it’s okay, u can go thru all the keychains on my backpack i hav A Lot” n i pointed out chiaki as my best boy n mika as my 2nd fav n they said they cosplay hakaze. at some point, i played drops on my flip phone i think bc ramuda was saying smth pertaining to drops?? mayb not. but i played it n jakurai was like “oh god i hav to hear it hre too..” (in-character, i think) n i spotted another ramud in the distand n asked them to wtch my stuff while i took the ramudas pic so i went over n the person next to them had an arashi plush!e n we both squealed (i think. i did tho, Loudly.)

after this i just wandered n i danced on the dance floor! chacha slide, cupid shuffle, n time warp iirc! def time warp tho. also to some 80s song n some guy not in cosplay spun me around nt ried to swing dance we me but he was completely leading it n i didnt kno what to do!! after that i saw a tumblr/con friend while on my way to the yoi panel!!

then the yoi panel was actually p funny! a lot of questions abt yurio’s parents being viktor and yuri and yuri n viktor slowdanced to an edd sheeran song n otabek showed off their muscles (like, flexed their arms in their tank top) n yuri kept dramatically thwipping open their rainbow fan esp in responses to gay asks. at one point, someone asked abt yaois n a mom who was attending w their preteen or teen child was like “whats yaoi?” n the ppl behind her were like “i dont wanna b the one to do this..” n ppl told the mom n the mom to their teen/preteen kid was like “what are u watching? where? is it okay? is it on tv?” n the kid was responding to ehr questions but i couldnt hear them gjhnsm. yurio did a dance to a song n after that, we all danced to cupid shuffle n wobble n then i stopped but others did the time warp too. oh! also i answered a trivia question right (”who’s yuri’s best friend?” “pichit”) and got an utapr! keychain/strap! it’s reiji in a glitter thing. none of the other stuff there aside from some yoi straps was my fandoms so i saw utapr! n went for it.

then the bnh-a pj party! ...uh. the original panelists never showed up so random bn-ha cosplayers (and their non-cn.ha-cosplaying friends) tred to host the panel but everythign was hectic and loud n unfocused n a wreck but i noticed a ramuda n a hifumi i hadnt taken a pic of yet in the corner of the room (there were no chairs) so i eventually got annoyed/bored n went over to ask for a pic but ended up asking to sit w them (i walked over, put my sign down, n went “i said Fuck leo rights n higumi was like “that chara is familiar..” n i said leo from ES n they were like “oh i watched p 1 of that” n i was like “ep 2, this unday. stan ryuseitai”) n i ended up talking to them abt hypm!c n cosplay stuff n i talked a bit abt ens-tars and we all agreed that stella n papillion Slap on the new album. n ramuda said they were cosplaying as a prom!sed neverland haracter tomorrow n recommended it to me n i was like “oh im watching fru!ts basket rn tho” n the hifumi said they were too n the ramuda was like “do u kno the horse one in fru!ts basket? My Horse Boyfriend....” (the game. i think that was the name) so i showed them the hypm!c ask blog where they draw some of the charcaters as horses n the other characters as cowboys n the ramuda showed me the pics that r on their swear jar (photshopped pics of kinako w long legs in stockings+heels) n id0lish memes n it was all chill!! i played drops for them on my phone too. someone came over n went “if u can type w those nails, ur a god[dess]” n i said i could w Only my nails n they said i was like a god[dess] hehe. the higumi said they should make a tumblr n i heard them muttering “should i put 14 on here?” n ramuda went “well i mean, you Are 14-” n i went “ur 14?” n they nodded n i asked the ramuda how old They were n they said 14 n i was like “oh my god.. yallre babies..... gjhnsmk im 18.” n the ramuda crawled back a bit n they were like “18??” n the hifumi was like “u look so young tho whoa! rly?” n i was like “yea i look p young.. ive been compared to a freshman b4..... n yea i graduated like 2 months ago” n the hifumi was like “congratulations :o”

#A LOT MORE COULD HAV BEEN SPOKEN ABT BUT IT'S LATE N I AHV 2 GET UP EARLY OKAY #con diary

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astralsecrets · 6 years ago

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Dream - The Year Twelve Conundrum & Your Brother Is Home

Date of Dream: SAT 20 OCT - 2018 Dream No. 458 - Separated Sections Dream 458 A - The Year Twelve Conundrum I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, it was Friday and I was in morning homeroom. Apparently my family had a holiday planned to Loch Sport from Monday to Wednesday which meant that I would miss out on all year 12 farewell events which were on Monday and Tuesday… My last opportunity to say goodbye to everyone was today. I was telling everyone under the sun but most importantly, I was looking for WB. She must have known as she walked over from the year 11 area and showed up at my classroom. She gave me a hug and then I said I wanted to take some pictures with her. We went over to the window of the classroom and weirdly used its reflection as an enhancement for our photos, I can’t exactly explain how it worked. My teacher Ms Ko. saw what was happening and asked why I was doing what I was doing. I told her that today was my last day. Later on in the dream, it was that time in-between classes, I was supposed to have music next. At first, I thought was heading to the music rooms seamlessly, just like the other students were. Only after a while, I found myself to be endlessly walking around campus and eventually confirmed myself to be lost. At first, I thought about calling Dreamy WB and asking her to take me to class but then I thought to myself, “Hang on a sec, if the other students heard me calling for Dreamy WB, they’d think I’m weird”, because they know WB. Instead, I decided to call for 18-Volt. I still walked around aimlessly as I looked up into the sky and yelled “18-Volt! 18-Volt!”. I could distinctly remember my voice in this dream, my speech appeared to have some heavy slang and “Aussieness” at times, even so it sounded like I was calling out “18-Voawh!” with some of my attempts. Regardless of how I sounded, I was successful as eventually, this piece of paper slowly came down, swinging downwards in a heavy side-to-side motion. For a second, I thought the piece of paper was going to miss me and land on a roof instead but it changed direction and landed right in-front of me on the ground. I looked to see what it was and it was actually a print-out of 18-Volt in his WarioWare Gold appearance but his skin was of a darker shade and his hair had a wine-red tinge to it. I knew he still wasn’t physically there though, so there would still be potential for him to physically manifest into the dream. I realised though that I needed to go to the bathroom and so I said to the piece of paper, “Hang on 18-Volt, I’ll be back, I just need to quickly go to the bathroom” and then I rushed off. As I was walking into the bathroom and trying to find a cubicle, I said to myself, using all the willpower possible to ensure it didn’t happen, “I hope 18-Volt doesn’t decide to appear in the ladies bathroom”. Even as I was doing my business, I actually felt nervous that 18-Volt could appear at any minute, being an embarrassment to a few of the female population. Thankfully, he didn’t appear in the ladies bathroom at all but he didn’t seem to appear in any other area of the school either. Rather, I continued walking and suddenly knew my way back to the music rooms. The dream then changed scenes but there was a transition to link some concepts; I have forgotten what that transition was. I was not at my house when I decided to put on my winter uniform even though I wasn’t going to school. Rather, my family were going to my other grandparents’ house for a visit. When we were there my parents started being really mean to me. I forgot exactly what they did to me but there were saying a lot of nasty stuff and intimidating me. At some points, I felt mental cues to call for Dreamy WB to come and deal with them but I never actually got to doing this. A fair while into the scene, my parents were getting really bad and so I actually went to go and assess my battle strategy. I opened up this book which had all the rules and laws for how I battle my parents in-dream. At the front was a contents page listed in alphabetical order and interestingly, “Dreamy WB” was in a large portion of the book. I can remember that the book said she was mentioned in pages 4, 5, 8, 9, 11 and 13. The next most popular topic in the contents page was “Dream Guide” which I think was on pages 5, 8 and 13. Earlier in the scene, I thought it may not have been necessary to wear my school winter uniform but in the part of the scene where I had the book open, I thought differently. I now thought to myself, sighing, “Thank God I’m wearing the winter uniform because there’s been so much going on”. I believed the winter uniform to represent the tougher side of me, giving me confidence in my appearance and ability. I can’t remember anything else about this dream. Dream 458 B - Your Brother Is Home This dream appeared to be very confusing as a false awakening. I was in my bedroom when my dad walked in and said something to me but I forgot what it was. Later, I was in the sitting room when my mum came and spoke to me. Only, she didn’t speak to me like a normal person. Rather, she made all these cute, exaggerated grinning faces at me like I was some little toddler and then she said things to me like “Look! You’re nice brother’s home!”. I couldn’t have felt anymore awkward. There was more in this dream but the scenes were very messy and hard to put into a logical sequence, so that’s all I can remember for this dream. Dream 458: Results (Competition #8) 458 A Competition Night: 15 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: 18-Volt Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 458 B Competition Night: 15 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 2.5 Calculation Details: - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Summon A Dream Guide: 18-Volt (1.0) - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) + Previous Total: 88.0 Total Accumulated Points: 90.5

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pokemonkalos · 7 years ago

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Pokemon Journey of Kalos

Chapter 3

Essence, Claire, and Aries belong to Kimmy-ko while Lucy belongs to me so enjoy and sorry for not posting this.

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“So Lucy do you have any information on the Santalune City gym leader”? Aries asked.

The four trainers were walking down the route heading to Roseash City when Aries asked his question. “I know her name is Viola she’s a pokemon photographer and uses bug type pokemon”, Lucy said.

“Bug types? So then Claire has it in the bag with her fire types”, Aries sighed.

“I’ll be fine with Aura and Silk so I’ll let Nin sit it out”, Lucy said.

“Scatterbug”!

They all jumped and looked to see a Scatterbug looking at them from a tree. “What the heck is that”? Aries questioned trying to see it better.

“It’s a Scatterbug”, Claire said, getting out her pokedex.

Scatterbug the Scatterdust pokemon When under attack from bird Pokémon, it spews a poisonous black powder that causes paralysis on contact.

“If I remember right Scatterbug evolves to a Spewpa then a Vivillion”, Lucy said.

“A, Vivillion”? Essence asked.

Lucy got out her pokedex typing it and showed Essence.

Vivillion the Scale pokemon Vivillon are skillfully able to find a source of water. It has been said that you'll find a spring if you follow a Vivillon.

“Aww it looks so cute but wait the wings are changing”, Essence said.

“That’s because when a Spewpa evolves to a Vivillion the wing patter depends on where it evolved”, Lucy explained.

“Meaning the location”? Aries asked.

“Right for example its wings will be ice white if evolved on an icy snow field”, Lucy said.

“Oh that sounds pretty. Is there a picture of that”? Essence asked.

“I got one in a book give me a sec”.

Lucy reached in her bag and got out a book flipping through the pages until she stoped at a page and showed it to Essence. “See these are all the different patterns of a Vivillion’s wings this one is the icy snow pattern”, Lucy said.

“Wow it really is beautiful I’ll so catch one now I’m going to catch that Scatterbug”, Essence smiled.

“That was fast but be careful of that black dust one touch of that stuff is poisonous”, Lucy warned.

“Got it ok go Niku”! Essence said, throwing the pokeball.

Her Pikachu came out landing on her feet. “Ok Niku, try to shake that Scatterbug off the tree using Quick Attack”! Essence said.

“Pika”! Niku said.

Niku ran with the white light hitting the tree causing it to shake making the Scatterbug cry out as it fell off the tree and began yelling angrily. “Uh oh its mad”, Claire said.

“Vul vul”, Nina said.

“Niku use Quick Attack”! Essence said.

Niku ran once again with the white glow but then Scatterbug used String Shot on a tree and pulled out of the way. “Woah that’s one smart Scatterbug”, Lucy said.

Then Scatterbug used String Shot to wrap up Niku tightly. “Pika”! Niku yelped.

“Niku”! Essence gasped.

Then Scatterbug ran and used Tackle slamming at Niku. “Pika”! Niku cried in pain.

“Niku bite out of the thread”! Essence yelled.

Niku quickly bit through out of the thread releasing herself from them with a happy ‘chu’. “Great now use Discharge”! Essence said.

Niku launched out the electric attack everywhere electrocuting Scatterbug. “Scatter”! Scatterbug cried.

“Alright now go pokeball”! Essence said.

Essence threw the pokeball as it hit Scatterbug causing it to go in the pokeball in a red light and with a few shakes it ding. “Yes! I got the Scatterbug”, Essence said happily.

“Pikachu”! Niku cheered.

“Lux”, Sparks nodded.

“Congratulations on catching your first Kalos pokemon Essence”, Aura said.

“Thanks Aura”, Essence smiled.

“I checked the pokedex and it says that Scatterbug is a girl. So what are you going to name her”? Claire asked.

“I’ll name her Icewing cause I’ll get her to evolve to the icy snow wing Vivillion”, Essence said.

“Good name now come on Roseash City should be just over there”, Lucy said, having her map out.

“Awesome lets go”! Aries said, beginning to run with Slash following.

“No way are you getting their first come on Aura”! Lucy said, running too.

Aura sighed yet smiled as she followed Essence and Claire faced each other and shrugged Essence returned Niku and they began to run to catch up with their partners following once they reached the city they saw Aries breathing heavily while Lucy smirked. “I take it Lucy won”, Essence said.

“It was a fluke”! Aries said.

“Fluke ‘shmuke’ at least we finally reached Roseash City”, Lucy smiled.

Essence looked to see the city roses of different colors growing around the buildings that were colored either cream or ash gray. “So this is Roseash”, Essence hummed, as they walked around.

“Yeah this place is known for their roses grown beautifully around here and-! Oh my Arceus”! Lucy gasped.

She ran to one of the buildings the others following surprised of her action to see she was looking at a poster. “There’s going to be a Pokemon Contest here oh Essence we got to get ourselves registered to enter”! Lucy said excitedly.

“But we don't even know where is the Contest Hall”, Essence said.

“We’ll know when we see it now come on”! Lucy said, rushing off.

“Man she’s really getting excited”, Aries said.

“Its going to be her first contest so of course she’s excited”, Claire said.

“That makes sense I remember my first contest I was both excited and nervous”, Essence smiled.

“Well we better follow her she has the map”, Aries said.

They nodded and followed Lucy who had a head start and found the cream colored Contest Hall. “See now come on”, Lucy smiled.

Essence nodded with a smile as they walked inside Lucy and Essence going to the front desk where the women there smiled at them. “Hello what can I help you with”? She asked.

“Me and my friend would like to register as coordinators and enter the contest please”, Lucy said.

“Alright I just need your pokedexes and I’ll enter you both in the database”, the women said.

They handed her their pokedexes and she took them and entered them both in the computer. “Lucy and Essence is that right”? The women asked.

“That’s us”, Essence nodded.

“Alright then your both all set here’s your coordinator IDs and ribbon cases”, the women said.

She handed them their IDs and ribbon cases a lavender one for Lucy and a blue one for Essence. “The Roseash Pokemon Contest begins tomorrow I hope you two have a good day and good luck”, the women smiled.

“Thanks”, Lucy and Essence said.

They then walked to the others who were waiting for them. “So you’re all set”? Aries asked.

“Yeah the contest is tomorrow so today will be time for practice”, Essence said.

“That’s right-! Oh wait the women forgot to give us our Ball Capsules I’ll go get them”, Lucy said.

Lucy quickly went to the front desk and was surprised to see someone already at the desk he had icy blue hair, soft gray eyes, wearing a white long sleeve button up shirt, black pants, a light gray and white jacket, and dark shoes holding a pack. “Thank you”, he said with a nod to the women.

He turned holding four Ball Capsules and he looked at the Lucy surprised for a moment then softly smiled. “I take it you and your friends forgot these”? He asked, holding them up.

“Uh yeah! The women didn’t give them to us so I was going to get them”, Lucy said sheepishly.

The guy smiled as he held them out to her. “Here you go then”, he said.

“Oh thanks”, she said, taking them.

“Its no problem I’ll see you around”, he said.

He then walked off Lucy watching him go. “Wow he was nice oh I didn’t even get his name”, she sighed.

“Lucy”?

Lucy jumped and turned to see Aura walking to her. “Are you ok”? Aura asked.

“Yeah I’m fine”, Lucy nodded.

“Well alright. Who was that guy you were talking with”? Aura asked.

“Some guy who gave me mine and Essence’s Ball Capsules very nice I think he might be a coordinator to enter the contest”, Lucy shrugged.

“Maybe come on the others are waiting”, Aura said.

“Alright, alright calm down Aura now let’s get some practice”, Lucy said happily.

Aura nodded as they walked off unknown to them the icy haired guy watched them go with a light smile.

#pokemon #pokemon kalos #oc fanfiction

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