#just gonna add a filler tag here

[cantsaythetword]

Oof just got blindsided by something that makes today kinda shit lol

[heeseungismymanz]

𝑀𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎

Synopsis: You and heeseung have been dating for about 3 months now. You both were the most popular people on the entire campus. It was all fine until you two got in a fight because of his ex. But now you have to go your own 𝒲𝒶𝓎.

Mentioning: All of enhypen (heeseungs friendgroup), yunjin lsfm (y/n bestie), yunah illit (heeseungs sister and your bestie), karina aespa (y/n bestie), keeho p1h (y/n ex), yeji itzy ( heeseungs ex ),more..

°•More under cut•°

Pairing: Popular bf!Heeseung x Popular gf!Fem Reader

Taglist: @mitmit01 @mimisxs

Trops:

BOLD = CANT BE TAGGED

Warnings: Cursing,Fighting,love language is pt so will hug,cuddle alot,nothing much,idrk!

SFW MINORS ALLOWED!!

Whats wrong with me? Im the schools most popular girl. Known for being pretty, smart, funny, outgoing, always going to parties, for sports (volleyball), having the perfect boyfriend, and being perfect overall. But now you are known for a fight with Heeseung's ex. Hwang Yeji. The SECOND most perfect girl in town. But now shes the first all because of a fight? Heres how it started.

You went to jakes party even tho you werent gonna and werent allowed to. Heeseung was there. You were there. And Yeji was there. The trio that was known for DRAMA in the past year. And oh dear, it was because of Yeji. Last year you got in a fight with her and it was not that bad but oh boy did you not know she was coming for you again. Yeji walks up to you and Heeseung and touches his arm rubbing his biceps. "Hee i missed you!" She says in the most annoying tone you swear you have ever heard in your 20 years of life. "Oh, uhm can you like not touch me?" Heeseung says clearly uncomfortable. "But baby our love language is Physical Touch." She says still touching his biceps. "Yeah sure. But who is we? And not with you it's not." Heeseung replies back trying to get her off him. At that point you were pissed off and almost wanted to punch her. But perfect you not wanting to ruin your reputation you didn't and because you were simply too nice. Annoyed enough you left to see if your friends were there. (even tho they said they wouldn't be there they were?)

When you went to your friends you guys were having THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE. I mean like, getting drunk without a worry, dancing around, and just talking having fun in general. Soon you hear "YEJI WHAT THE FUCK!" From Heeseung's side of the room. It was Yeji. Again. But this time she was with Heeseung, touching his abs and chest. You look down to see his shirt was ripped off with nail marks on it. You looked at Yeji's nails. Long, almond shaped nails. Before beating the shit out of Yeji you were told to wait for Yunjin to pull out her camera... You in fact DID NOT wait. You punch her in the stomach repeatedly. Yelling "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Until Yeji kicks your legs first to make you weak not being able to walk. Leaving you injured with Heeseung left shock she left the party.

You check online and there were MULTIPLE videos about the fight. But they werent praising you this time. It was all "Yeji is so strong to a girl who arm curls 80 pounds." "Haha! Im so mad i missed the fight." "Losing to the SECOND most popular? Nah she IS the most popular." Your friends try to cheer you up by taking you to a dog cafe.

"Whats wrong with me!" you ask while rubbing your legs from pain. "Ynnie, its not your fault." Wonyoung replies. "Yeah, really yn. Yeji is a fucking pain in the ass. She deserved that fucking kick in the ass." Karina adds on. "Wait like YEJI YEJI. Like Hwang Yeji? My brothers ex?" Yunah also adds. "I dont wanna talk about it." You say while eating.

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AN: Ahhh! Im back. (You did NOT miss me lol) A filler but somehow a lil bit long. Yet again my school is falling apart :/ (whats new tho?) And ive been playing in my schools volleyball league so i have NO free time whatsoever. But I hope your enjoying my "lil" ff series!

[svmjaeyvn]

sincerely yours, s.jy.

chapter 01. suit fitting. pairing: idol!jake x afab!reader

add yourself to the taglist here

synopsis: where they meet once on the subway but he never forgets her or the encounter no matter how much time has passed

"YOU KEPT MY NOTE IN YOUR WALLET THIS ENTIRE TIME?"

"WELL, YEAH? I WASN'T JUST GOING TO THROW IT AWAY,"

01. SUIT FITTING

previous masterlist next

word count: 2k

my tags: @slutforsjy @jaklvbub @whowantshota @coolwitu @addictedtohobi (open)

a/n: hiah will be a reoccurring character since she’s readers best friend :) anyway, sort of a filler more to come !!

— FEBRUARY ‘22

               "I'M TIRED," HIAH complains, slumped back into her chair as her eyes watched the older of the two of you sort through your supplies on the floor. Seeing as you let out a small sigh, rolling your neck and shaking out your shoulders to rid of the ache that was flowing throughout your back from being on your feet all day, Hiah sits up slightly. "Why don't we just call it a day and finish tomorrow? You're exhausted and it's making me worse looking at you,"

"Thanks for that," You snicker, finishing your organization before standing up straight. "This is the final fitting, I'd rather get it done now so I can start tomorrow with the altering," Not bothering to take a seat, you began to roam around the room, finding yet another thing to fix or sort as you waited causing Hiah to shake her head at the sight.

"One of these days you're gonna work yourself to death,"

Clicking your tongue, you ran a hand across your face, softly rubbing your eyes feeling them sting. "As soon as everything's perfect I'll be fine,"

Hiah let's out a snort. "Babe, it's a wedding, something's bound to go wrong," She chimes, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. "The sooner you accept that the sooner you can actually sleep at night,"

"Maybe," You agree, fumbling with the collar of one of the suits you had been working on throughout the day as you took measurements. "But it's my mom's wedding, she trusted me enough to let me make her dress and design the key bridesmaids and groomsmen outfits so that's what I can make perfect,"

Hiah let out a small tsk. "Perfectionist,"

You didn't have time to respond. Instead, there was a soft knock that sounded from the door. A moment later, it slowly opened, a head peaking through of black hair. A boy stood on the other side, his features indicated that he was younger and as soon as he saw the older girls staring in questioning manner, he quickly opened the door fully and bowed.

"Hello," He calls out, cheeks flushing a soft red out of embarrassment. "I am Yang Jungwon, I was told to come here for the suit fitting?"

"Ah yes, this is the right place welcome Jungwon-ssi," You greet, gesturing for him to fully enter which he obliges. "My name is ___, I'll be the one taking your measurements. It should only take around fifteen minutes if you're ready to start now," Grabbing hold of the tape measurer, you moved toward the rack of suits which seemed identical. Glancing over the tags before finding the one with Y. Jungwon scribbed messily in English, courtesy of your mom one could only assume.

Nodding along, Jungwon slowly made his way over, bowing slightly to Hiah who still sat in her spot, only now holding a notebook and pen in hand prepared to write. The air was quiet between the three of you.

"You can go change in the bathroom over there," Handing him the suit, you sent Jungwon a smile in attempt to ease his awkwardness. Returning the gesture with a small one of his own, he quietly thanked you before making his way to the separate room without another word.

Hearing a click, Hiah spoke up. "He's cute, in an adorable kind of way," She hums, her eyes focused on the white of the door as she sat up straighter.

"He's young," You snicker. Rolling her eyes, Hiah clicks her tongue.

"You think anyone more than a year younger than you is a kid,"

"Well, because most of them are," You retort, absentmindedly glancing over the clock as you sip from your water bottle. "Especially you,"

"Hey, I'm an '03," Hiah defends pouting at the insinuation.

"Nearly '04 being born at the end of December," You tease, only further pushing Hiah's buttons as the bathroom door opened once more. This time, Jungwon stepped out in the dark gray suit. Adjusting the collar to the white dress shirt beneath, he sends a shy smile to the two of you as he fumbles with his attire.

"Yah, Jungwon-ssi, when's your birthday?" Hiah suddenly calls out.

Faltering for a second, confused by the sudden question, Jungwon nonetheless answered. "February 9, 2004,"

"See he's not that young," Hiah nods to you. "Now stop acting like such an old lady," Turning to the boy who was rather surprised by the lack of formality between you, although he figured it was because of just how close you were, Hiah began to speak to him directly. "I'm Hiah, by the way, born December 19, '03,"

"Stop speaking so informally before you scare him away," You tsks, sending a smile in apology to Jungwon who stood by the door merely watching the interaction. However, rather than being uncomfortable, he was biting back his amusement, the atmosphere in the room something he didn't expect.

"Oh, I'm sorry eonni," Hiah mocks, putting emphasis on the word causing you to recoil. The lack of formalities since you’ve met made the honorific seem foreign and awkward. "Ha, yeah see. Don't act like you're professional now, they knew sticking the two of us together wouldn't be a good thing,"

With yet another forced business smile, you bowed slightly to Jungwon before narrowing your eyes at Hiah. "Keep going and I'll call your mom at this rate,"

He watched the younger of the twos eyes widen at the threat. Letting out a cough to mask his laughter, Jungwon focused on the ceiling as he heard hushed whispers come from you two. The minor argument led to Hiah letting out a huff and a triumphant looking you to turn around with a small smirk painting your lips.

"Alright Jungwon-ssi, if you're ready we can begin," You spoke, gesturing to the small platform he'd need to stand on. Nodding, he rids himself of the smile he desperately wanted to spill, especially upon seeing Hiah's clear pout in the corner, as he steps to where he was needed.

A silence fell over the room once more, only this time it was comfortable. The only noise came from the tape measure that moved between your hands and calling out the measurements to Hiah who silently scribbled them down within the notebook she held. Jungwon complied to your commands easily, as if he were used to it causing the fitting to go by faster than the others.

The starter suit that was picked for him didn't need as much altercations as the rest, something that you were thankful for.

"So, how long have you two been friends?" Jungwon finally spoke, breaking the quiet as he grew enough confidence. With both pairs eyes flickering up at him initiating the conversation, you smiled.

"Two years," Hiah answered. "We met when she started working with my mom at KYE,"

Jungwon frowned his brows. He was confused by two things, one being how short your friendship was considering you acted as if you’ve known each other for far longer, and the second being the concept of you working at a high end fashion brand considering your age. Seemingly reading his thoughts, you didn't bother to say anything, waiting for him to speak for himself and instead continued to focus on the measurements.

After a few moments, he opened his mouth to speak once more. "___-ssi," Humming in response, you flickered your eyes up to meet Jungwon's. "What year were you born?"

"2002," You answer, smiling once his eyes widen. Hiah snorts at the sight, never not finding amusement in the look of astonishment that came from others when you spoke of your accomplishments.

"I'm sorry, it's just surprising," Jungwon apologizes, once more his face warms up out of embarrassment and he has to refrain from moving his arms to cover up his expression. Although his line of work isn't exactly conventional either, you were roughly two years older than him and working with a well known fashion brand, that was something to definitely take as a shocker.

"She gets that a lot," Hiah waves him off, acting as if it were no big deal causing the three of you to fall into a fit of laughter. "Wait till she tells you about how smart she is,"

Raising a brow expectantly, Jungwon turned back to you, silently urging for you to go on. Now being the one to feel flustered from the attention, you put more focus on your tailoring job to occupy yourself rather than having to look at him directly and speak.

"I, uh, graduated university last winter with a double major in Fashion Design and Business Marketing. Since then I've been working at KYE full time but that's it,"

Rolling her eyes, Hiah poked her head up to gain Jungwon's attention. "She's from America and graduated secondary schooling there at 16. While she was still in school, she was taking classes for University so she was able to graduate early from both and now has two degrees. She's a genius,"

"Hiah," You scold, face feeling hot from the unnecessary praise. Turning to the boy, you send him an awkward smile. "Don't mind her, but now I guess you have my life biography summed up?" You joke, attempting to ease the air more so for yourself than anything as the other two saw no problem with the open ended telling of your genius-like nature as Hiah like to put it.

Sensing how you began to feel uncomfortable, Jungwon sent you a smile before clearing his throat. "So you're the suit designer for the wedding ___-ssi?"

Watching as your shoulders deflated, you visibly relaxed at the change of subject. Nodding along with a grateful look, one that Jungwon pretended not to notice, you gestured to the racks of clothing on the far side of the room.

"Technically yes, I designed the suits and bridesmaids dresses but the only thing I made fully on my own was the wedding dress," You explain, pointing to both the suits and garment bagged clothing. "I told my mom she should've just went to a shop but she insisted I do it so we compromised. Now all that's left is to make final altercations to the designs I sent in, which is evidently why you're here, and finishing off her dress with final touches,"

Jungwon's eyes lit up in realization, suddenly connecting the dots that he didn't before. "You're Nadia-ajhumma's daughter!"

You let out a laugh at his reaction. "Yes, she's my mother," Considering Jungwon was apart of the groomsmen and one you hadn't met before at that, you knew he was one of Myung-jun's, your soon to be father-in-laws, invite but apparently he knew Nadia as well.

With his eyes throughly skimming over your features, Jungwon began to take notice of the similarities between the mother and daughter duo. Blinking a few times, he began to speak. "Myung-jun and my dad are best friends, I've met your mother a few times during the holiday's. She's always been very nice and her cooking is amazing,"

"Was it this past Christmas?" You asked, furthering the conversation while Jungwon nods. "Ah, we must've missed each other. I was in the States until the 29th," A hum of acknowledgment comes from him.

"Well congratulations, I hope we'll be seeing each other more," Jungwon smiles, his single dimple popping out cheekily.

Hearing the sound of something falling, the two of you turn to see Hiah slumped in her seat. With the notebook having fallen to the ground and the pen barely dangling between her fingers, the girl's mouth was hung agape as she pointed toward Jungwon. Wide eyed full of surprise, she directs her high pitched voice to you as she attempts to whisper but her voice filled the room as she spoke.

"He has a dimple? Oh, c'mon he's adorable,"

©svmjaeyvn

[obeetlebeetle]

tagged by @sophelstien, thank you!💜💜💜

the NO-SKIP albums: a tag game 🎶

rules: share the albums that you can listen to nonstop. those lightning in a bottle-albums that scratch ur brain just right. every single track, an absolute banger. u could not skip one if u tried. no notes. stunning, show-stopping, immaculate. ur no-skip albums. 🔎 bonus & optional (but imo, v fun) rules:1) add a track rec for us to listen to! AND2) share ur favorite line(s) from that track! 👀

tagging @waitingforgalois, @avantguardisme, @frogndtoad, @oranges-and-pears, @phosphorusandpetra, @cardwrecks, @swordatsunset, @gideonthefirst, @owldude, and YOU

🎧 album info/track recs/my favorite lines under the cut!! ↓↓↓

🌊 hideaway / the weepies (2008)

track rec: little bird ↳brush your gray wings in my head / say what you said / say it again / they tell me I'm crazy / but you told me / I'm golden

📼 in rainbows / radiohead (2007)

track rec: weird fishes/arpeggi ↳I'd be crazy not to follow / follow where you lead / your eyes / they turn me / turn me into phantoms / I follow to the edge / of the earth / and fall off / yeah, everybody leaves / if they get the chance / and this is my chance

🌉 narrow stairs / death cab for cutie (2008)

track rec: bixby canyon bridge ↳and then it started getting dark / I trudged back to where the car was parked / no closer to any kind of truth / as I must assume was the case for you

🚗 sam's town / the killers (2006)

track rec: bones ↳we took a backroad in my car / down to the ocean / it's only water and sand / and in the ocean we'll hold hands / but I don't really like you / apologetically dressed in the best / put on a heartbeat glide / without an answer / the thunder speaks for the sky

🕕 I forget where we were / ben howard (2014)

track rec: conrad ↳oh, I loved you with the good and the careless in me / but it all goes back

🔥 heretic pride / tmg (2008)

track rec: autoclave ↳when I try to open up to you, I get completely lost / houses swallowed by the earth, windows thick with frost / and I reach deep down within, but the pathways twist and turn / and there's no light anywhere, and nothing left to burn / and I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam / and no emotion that's worth having could call my heart its home

🌹 violet street / local natives (2019)

track rec: when am I gonna lose you? ↳I remember you closing the shutters / and laying down by my side / and the light that was still slipping through / it was painting your body in stripes

🚪 retired from sad, new career in business / mitski (2013)

track rec: goodbye, my danish sweetheart ↳there's some kind of burning inside me / it's kept me from falling apart / and I'm sure that you've seen what it's done to my heart / but it's kept me from falling apart / now here I lay as I wonder about you / would you just tell me what I'm meant to do? / 'cause I've waited and watered my heart 'til it grew / you can see how it's blossomed for you

🚀 how to: friend, love, freefall / rks (2018)

track rec: mission to mars ↳we changed the format completely, cut the filler for meat / it's just blood on your TV making killings for free / the ticket lines are past the sign down at the end of the street / meet and greet, VIPs go a million a piece / we delayed the show for entry and so expired on the lease / now we're gonna re-release it, t.b.d / change the title to: fuck you / it's what you want it to be / when you know it only pay to make nice / pack your shit and standby, please / your friends are trying to leave and get high

[ask-the-sagents]

Ask the Agents Masterpost

This is gonna be the post for pretty much everything about the universe and the characters. It'll be updated on occasion and will remain pinned on my profile - more under the cut:

Edit: I've made a lot of changes so consider this an AU

Edit: (also check out the tags. Usually, I'll add in additional info (: )

Discord Server

Most recent update on this post: 8/8/24

Character Pages

What is Sanitization?

Start Reading Here!

Askblog Stuff

The idols will be available for questions sometimes, but not all the time. I'll make a post and update the askbox with whoever is available for questions currently.

Magic Anons are allowed!

Posts will be posted as they are completed and will be a mix of answering questions and random comics!

If a main character (3,4,5,8)is unavailable, you can still ask them questions, but they won't answer it til after they get back

If a character is available but spotty, it just means they won't answer filler questions for the time being

World Info

The Idols:

Marie - Age: 30 - she/her - bisexual

Callie - Age: 30 - she/they - pansexual, trans

Pearl - Age: 27 - they/she - Lesbian, nonbinary

Marina - Age: 24 - she/her - lesbian

Deep Cut - Coming soon!

General World Info:

In the beginning, it takes place 6 months after the events of Octo Expansion. Currently (as of 8/8/24) it has been about a year.

Spawn points don't exist outside of Turf Wars/Ranked battles, etc.

Octavio has been captured and currently resides in a high security prison. He is never getting out.

Octavio had used sanitization and hypnosis as a tool for control and punishment during his reign. He never had any intention on liberating his citizens.

There is only one hospital on the surface that handles Sanitization cases atm. This is due to it being rarely seen on the surface during octavios time, so not many people were researching it.

Squidjumping within city limits is illegal unless if it's an emergency

Instead of sewers, there are tunnels connecting the surface and the underground.

NSS:

Their current goal is to find out where all of the sanitization infections are coming from, helping to acclimate octolings to the surface, and helping to establish a working government/system to the citizens below the surface who are too afraid to leave (works alongside other agencies) Sometimes, they help around the community as well.

To their knowledge, there are no more hypnotized octolings.

Although small, NSS is a publicly known and important government organization

Captain Cuttlefish is deceased, NSS is run by Marie and Callie currently, although marie takes on a bigger chunk of the responsibilities.

There's a temporary housing area set up for octolings new to the surface not far from the clinic. They stay there until homes are found for them, which usually takes just a couple of weeks. They work with social services to help them beyond that as well.

Marina and Pearl are agents 6 and 7, however their role is much smaller and mainly help on the side of helping misplaced citizens find homes.

There is a single clinic near octo canyon as of this point that the NSS helped to establish with Inkopolis Memorial (due to a large chunk of sanitizations being found in that area) It's fairly small and typically only has one person working at a time, usually Agent 5 or another doctor from one of the local hospitals.

Inkling/Octoling Stuff:

They take more after the human side

They bleed actual blood instead of ink

They have claws that they can use for defense - ink will fill the tip of the claws.

Everybody has a limiter, which is a chip installed in their arm. Without this, they could use up too much ink when battling and possibly die due to their bodies not being able to keep up with production. When low on ink, their tentacles will become extremely dull and lose almost all color. They'll become extremely weak and lethargic until their hearts finally stop.

They have more flexible bones, but they can still break

They have 3 hearts

Inklings and Octolings gain their squid/octo form around puberty - they are in human form up until then.

Development of a person's squid/octo form can be stunted during puberty if they have health issues

They cannot be in saltwater but can in other types. It takes about 5 minutes of being in saltwater for someone to dissolve

Ink burns are rare but can happen. It's caused by consistent exposure to enemy ink in a single area or an extremely strong shot. They can be painful, but they will heal and fade over time - they turn blue in color despite the color of the enemy ink.

When a cephalopod feels intense feelings of romantic love for another, their ink color will subconsciously change to match their partner's. They don't technically need to be together for this to happen.

They cannot fall asleep while in squid/octo form; if they do, they will change back automatically.

They have to use special shears to cut their tentacles or else it would be painful and cause possible damage.

Octolings only have some control over their tentacles, and usually, their tentacles can give hints to their mood. Typically, the older they get, the more control they have, but this isn't always the case. The amount of control changes depending on the person.

Inklings and octolings reach full maturity in their 20s-30s. This is where they develop a secondary color at the tip of their tentacles, and octolings will also have their fingers matching their ink color. Typically, octolings reach this earlier than inklings, but everyone is different.

They can get grey/white ink streaks due to age or extreme stress or anxiety

this will be updated as more information becomes available or as things change!

Updated hylian Font chart

Hylian Font chart (old, ignore this one!)

[tealenko]

Tons of tag games

I gonna catch with tags from 3 months (sorry for the spam XDDD)

Here's the 1st:

WIP Anytime!/WIP Whenever

Literally lol XDDDDDDDDD Tagged by: @sillyliterature @vela-ad-astra

Thanks a lot for the tag, and sorry it's taken me so long to reply 😅

Just spent 5 months writing the last chapter of my fic (just posted it) so I haven't written a lot of my next chapter, but here are all my notes I guess XDDDDDDDDDD

Didn't Have the Heart ch.10 - Notes

⬇Keep reading to see it⬇

Ch10: The Next Time

Recorded notes

Potential flashback moments

In the Kodiac, back to the Normandy, with Legion / Kaidan / Garrus

Garrus (could be Tali, but I don’t think she’s been present for all of it in ME2 [project overlord] and ME3 [Grissom Academy], consult the timeline) freaks out a little

Recalls project overlord

Kaidan is like: yeah, I kinda agree, but Shepard is gonna do Shepard things.

He’s also processing all the new info like: wow…

He loves/hates her courage 

Perhaps Legion’s comments that they wouldn’t endanger Shepard.

G to K: “Aren’t you gonna say a fucking thing about this!?”

K to G: “What do you want me to say? I have no power to stop her from being that way. I’m a mere spectator here. Just doing my best to process everything while helping.”

G to K: Thanks for the help man.

G: I’m more affected: after all these years of suicide plans and all the Cerberus shit.

S to G: I appreciate the sentiment, Garrus, but I’m fine, as you can see.

Kaidan leaves them arguing and talks to Legion for a while -> last oportunity

Shepard picks Garrus on the mission because she wants to prove him wrong, but then she cannot help herself and adds Kaidan to the squad -> She sends him as leader of the 3rd mission because she’s kinda mad that he’s right -> back to back missions (just as they did with Cerberus) -> so the order is Korris/Geth dream/Filler mission

Admiral Korris mission related stuff

They talk as they get on/off their armor (alone)

Talking to the quarians / mission report

And now I have to go talk with the quarians, which I’m honestly dreading way more

 “That would explain the outfit”

She huffs and tries to stretch out the fabric arround her neck: “As if talking to politicians wasn’t torture enough…”

“Try not to punch anyone this time around…”

 “I won’t make any promises…

Things I really want to feature in this fic

There’s a cot in Starboard observation (Kaidan’s room) -> It’s Kasumi’s old cot

Have her mention the amount of reports she has to do

I’d like to add the ring thing -> nightmares (maybe I can show a little on the ME2 beginning when she gives it to Kaidan)

Actual Timeline

2 missions

They send another squad to the third one

She’s like: I should go get some sleep -> fluff moment

We do here the “smut path” 

She goes to her cabin

Tries to sleep

Sees her formal uniform in a puddle

Flashes of her table fantasy in her mind -> fuck it!

She goes to his room

Have her mention the amount of reports she has to do

And smut happens -> against the window?

She falls asleep on the sofa

And we do the “nightmare path” here

She has a nightmare

Mention the ring here perhaps

Flash to the bar chapter in LBIG?

She wakes up less shaken than usually -> Bittersweet moment of mourning the dead but being comforted by spending some time in their company, even if it’s on her dreams

Wakes up

Finds him sleeping, he’s done all her work

She hesitates, almost leaves, but doesn’t in the end

And we end with fluff

She joins him in the cot

He hugs her and smiles

She reprimands him for not following her orders (waking her up to do the reports and doing her job instead)

We end the chapter as he replies: I didn’t have the heart 

Fic timeline / Narrative order

Start at the entrance of the starboard port? -> Flashback

Decides not to enter -> Flashback -> Make it a tough one

Goes to the port observation 

Is about to serve herself a drink -> flash/expl. that she doesn’t drink alcohol when she feels like she need it 

Goes to the kitchen instead -> Flashback

Drinks water/coffee -> Flashback

Goes back to the room -> Flashback

Enters. -> The rest happens

Fluff to spicy banter

Smut

They spend a while talking on the sofa

She falls sleep

Nightmare

When she’s woken up she sees him passed out on the cot, surrounded by datapads -> she pulls all that stuff on one of the tables and checks that he’s done indeed all her job (informs and all that stuff)

Grabs a blanket and covers him

She’s about to leave but remembers his words

[anisaanisa]

Limerence: The Masterpost ☆

I couldn't miss the opportunity for another canon-flavoured masterpost, so here I go again with Limerence. This collection is a prequel to Homecoming, so if you're not ready to say goodbye, by all means, carry on! The structure remains: above the cut lies links, and below lurks a prompt breakdown where I attempt to justify everything that just happened. Onward!

Tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Read it on AO3 ▶ Previous Masterposts: Homecoming〡Evermore

This is your rest stop. Beyond the Keep Reading banner are many words and manga caps for those with a vested interest in Inuyasha headcanons/meta/anecdotes. Snacks applicable!

The Personal Bit ☆

ALRIGHT, masks off besties. Are they your OTP? Cause they’re my OTP too, and we should consider bursting into flames about it together (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

I didn't think I’d participate with writing this year, until about a week before the event, when I was frying-panned with some notions. As a fellow bearer of the curse, it started with a seedling of Kagome looking out for Inuyasha in the modern era, whether she realised it or not and even if, logically, she knew better, and snowballed from there. So, I blasted through each prompt with the intention of keeping them short, and after a survey back, each chapter grew deceptively longer, and I thought: why not add a stair [100 words] to Kagome's case for each day?

This particular canon universe is approached thusly: the prompt is the starting point, and the characters do the rest. I don't control the narrative, the narrative controls me, type thing. Hence, chapters are plot-negative, and times skips are abundant. Anyway. Enough waxing!

Note: I am working with the Viz English translation of the Inuyasha manga with some anime filler for seasoning, and the timeframe for the 3-year separation falls loosely between 1998-2001.

Final Note: Limerence spoilers start here.

Prompt Breakdown ☆

Day 1: Love Language(s)

Summary: Kagome's been distracted. Or, I hc that Kagome spent a good amount of time away with the fairies (and trying to catch up with school) when she first got back. Thoughts and Feels:

Love Language(s) were coined in 1992; the likelihood of them being such a commonly adopted phrase/ideology was as slim as Kagome knowing what her friends were going on about. They're a relatively new conception of navigating romance, but that doesn't mean buzzwords didn't make it into those teen mags we remember so well, though! Point for fuck it we ball!

For better or worse, friends are gonna be a tad nosy, and Kagome’s definitely were. Consistently and without fail:

Chapter 23, Volume 3, Mask of Flesh ☆

—and how else to feel her “snapping back into the room” in 100 words, if not when confronted with mathematics?

Chapter 411, Volume 42, The Kind One ☆

Fun Fact: There is a small high chance I spent the most time on this one overall because trying to spin a tale in 100 words is wild.

Day 2: Possession

Summary: Kagome acts on impulse. Or, I hc that uncanny resemblances might ruin a girl's day out. Thoughts and Feels:

Okay, yeah, okay, technically the baseball cap didn't happen in the manga. But this is why filler episodes are good for the ecosystem, or something.

Shock can have a lot of side effects. Confusion, agitation, complete and utter lack of personal or road safety (to name a few), and in Kagome's case here, shoving Inuyasha-shaped familiarity under her nose when she least expected it had her acting up, because not only has the well been sealed off for X time, she was used to him acting up whenever he stepped foot in the modern era:

Chapter 392, Volume 40, A Peaceful Meal ☆

Her friends still care, though! Cause that's what friends are for! As wild of a creature as Kagome can be, they're aware of her “struggles” with her health, and are oddly used to her odd ways:

Chapter 35, Volume 4, A Little Imp ☆

Fun Fact: I rewrote that last line, like, 7 times. The free writing tag is actually fake news.

Day 3: Safe

Summary: Kagome's has a nightmare. Or, I hc that a brave face doesn't do much when she's at her most vulnerable. Thoughts and Feels:

If you've ever had nightmares/night terrors/sleep paralysis, you'll know how, well, terrifying they can be. Lucid states between sleep and wakefulness has a nasty way of warping perceptions, and with everything Kagome witnessed, her dreamscapes had to be vivid, especially after her stint in the jewel, where reality and fantasy blurred real bad, and what's worse, it taunted her about it:

Chapter 554, Volume 56, High School Life ☆

To further that point, Inuyasha gets brutal - beheadings, graphic slaughterings (sometimes at the hands of an MC eheh), you know, justgirlythings - and therefore toned down for television, as anime adaptations often are. Kagome was 15, and while she did that, it would leave a mark. Trauma, guys. We're talking about trauma now.

If the reference was caught during her tiny tale: the scene with Mama H being shook to fuck over her baby glowing is anime-only, but I really dig the idea that she knew something was up with Kagome from Day 0, really aided in reasoning why she was so okay with her daughter doing all that, thank you for understanding. Another point for filler!

Fun Fact: I…barely remember writing this one, actually, truly, read it back a week later like: don't know her. I love her like any proud mother, though!

Day 4: Modern

Summary: Kagome asks a question she doesn’t like the answer to. Or, I hc that curiosity killed the cat. Thoughts and Feels:

The trickiest one, in terms of setting. I spent too much time looking into the availability and flavours of historical records in Tokyo (particularly 2000ish, bc digital archives weren't that hot then) and came to the conclusion that while yes, it was possible for her to gain access to [something], no, it wasn't very likely she'd come across any death records, (specifically Koseki) for her friends, with the added bonus that family names are notably lacking until 1868. But take Kagome's resourcefulness + Japan's love for paperwork, and it led me here – to some kinda fake archive with fake books and fake names that could potentially be somebody that she used to know. And while I try my best to be respectful of the people and the setting I'm writing within, I asked myself bluntly, if I really gave a fuck about being accurate in this regard/fictional setting, and the answer was also: no. There isn't a Sunset Shrine either, so a fictional National Archives with The Right Documents there shall be.

Of all the Fuedal-Inuyasha characters, I feel like Sango is the one that would have Done Something to leave a mark, somewhere written on paper. You know...Badass Women For Agriculture Union [codeword for demon slaying], something. Yeah, Miroku was a holy man, but we're not talking about history right now, we're talking about Herstory.

And finally, that moment. The one where Kagome almost cracked and unleashed self-inflicted rage on some guy, cause time didn't cease to exist for them. The thing about Kagome, apart from her being an all round great character, is that she isn't tame, nor timid, and certainly no shrinking violet. But where she's brash and loud and (sometimes) quick to anger, she's also kind. And reasonable, and at the core, a wonderful person, and that duality is what makes her so lovable, relatable, and fun to write. Lookit her:

Chapter 175, Volume 185, Where They First Met ☆

Fun Fact: I really wanted to point out that Kagome was supposed to be in her high school uniform, but writing restriction said naur. Irrelevant. Also, this is my favourite chapter. Weird, right? Haha?

Day 5: Heat

Summary: Kagome hears a bump in the night. Or, I hc that stranger things have occurred than a random bout of sleepwalking while living with PTID (Post Traumatic Isekai Disorder). Thoughts and Feels:

There was a small blip in time where this chapter skewed Mature. Explicit, even. Something about imagining a certain someone in a compromising position, but then the wind changed direction, and I went for literal heat. Japanese summers are stifling, and heat...is hot. Ace card, go!

Lunar charts and such: they don't add up when you compare two points in time, 500 years apart. But there could still be some peculiar celestial moon stuff that led a sleep-deprived Kagome to have a gander at the moon, especially when it's new.

Chapter 140, Volume 15, The Other Side of the Well ☆

Inuyasha had a brilliant way of turning up when she least expected him, or staying away when she wanted to see him the most. There are little things that happen, like an open window or remnants of a dream that might stay with her upon waking, to lead her to think-maybe it was him?

Chapter 287, Volume 29, Mimisenri ☆

BEHIND THE SCENES REVEAL: Kagome was the one who opened her door and tried to feed the cat, but it didn't work, because sleepwalkers are silly. Easter Eggy Subtext: Buyo is the catalyst, but Kagome is the key. Think about it.

Chapter 494, Volume 50, Two Worlds ☆

Day 6: Courting

Summary: Kagome tries her best. Or, I hc that Kagome gives it the old college effort, a la jewel illusion. Thoughts and Feels:

Kagome's family want the best for her. Kagome's friends are boy-crazy hen-peckers. Hojo is cute, and has always shown an interest in Kagome. Therefore: it would be wild to assume she didn't at least say yes, once, to going out with him, even if she knew it really wasn't going to go anywhere:

Chapter 140, Volume 15, The Other Side of the Well ☆

Sometimes you have to do things to understand how much you don't want to do that thing. At this point in time, Kagome's coming up for graduation, she's spent almost 3 years dealing with everything that happened to her, and she's not a complete tool. However, the mind wanders, especially when you'd rather someone else's company:

Chapter 69, Volume 8, Sensing Presences ☆

She's going to give the modern era one last shot – because while romance isn't everything, it can be part of something – before throwing in the towel and saying fuck it, I tried. And as Kagome's will Kagome, she'd want to make an effort for the sake of others:

Chapter 35, Volume 4, A Little Imp ☆

Fun Fact: This chapter (and the next) ended up floating around 1.5K at first draft. I'd like to formally apologise to the words lost in transit, you will be missed.

Day 7: Smile

Summary: Kagome comes home. Or, I hc that Kagome finally puts her wants, needs and feelings first, and those might suspiciously man-shaped. Thoughts and Feels:

Yeahyeah, the “I never thought I'd write this”, we've all seen it. But it's true! Never thought I'd write a chapter retelling, and this one is that fact's poster child. They aren't my bag (to read or to write) but the ending was there all along, obviously:

Chapter 494, Volume 50, Two Worlds ☆

The right wish, the wrong wish, a selfish wish, a selfless wish – as many Isekai's go, wish fulfilment is a huge part of the narrative (not just for Kagome, but so many of the characters) but she, unlike others, had a huge weight on her shoulders about making the right one that I wanted to tease out that moment where she gets it:

Awfully familiar cap is familiar, Chapter 558, Volume 56, Tomorrow ☆

Are you sure you're supposed to be there, Miss Thing? Life doesn't end just because you finished a job, or have to feel beholden to a sense of home. Home can be anywhere! Home can be a person! You can do it, bestie. Do it for her! Her is you! Go Kagome!

Chapter 79, The Fruits of Evil ☆

She made her dreams – from acing school, to making her family proud, to seeing Inuyasha again – a reality. There's really nothing more I can say about that, it's all there. She chose herself! And that included him! Ain't that neat!

Fun Fact: In Japanese, Inuyasha calls her a baka. In the scanlation, he calls her an idiot. In the English sub/dub, he calls her an idiot. In the Viz translation (the one I refer to most) he calls her a fool. Imho, in English, he says idiot, cause Inuyasha has zero respect and carries that no-finesse kind of rizz. Bless him.

Bonus Fun Fact: Chapters like this are why I'm such a flaming monster about writing advice being a tool, not a rule. Those last two lines, without the use of But and And at the beginning, would not carry the same weight and timing I wanted to achieve, therefore, you can pry them as sentence starters out of my cold, dead hands.

The End.

Weehee! This could have been way longer (you're thinking how, I'm thinking I'm proud of how restrained I was) but alas, we've reached the end. Thanks again to @inukag-week for hosting the event of all time! I love them sooo much. Sososo much, they're the best little guys 🎉

If you have any questions, comments or concerns, click here to send me an ask! I love not shutting up about them 🛸

ttyl bbs 🤸

[frogsare-friends]

idk if anyone needs this tip, but dialogue! (you totally don't have to follow this stuff here, everyone has their own creative style but for those who want to challenge themselves or mix it up! anything i say "should be" one way doesn't mean it's wrong if it's a different way!)

if you're putting a dialogue tag in the middle of a sentence, separate with a comma or em dashes.

"Commas are really important," she told them, "and you should pay attention to them."

"Em dashes are really important" — I announced — "and you should use them when necessary, but not too often."

when putting a dialogue tag at the end of a sentence, there are some rules about punctuation: if what is in quotation marks is a question, use a question mark; if what is in quotation marks is an exclamation, use an exclamation point; if what is in the quotation marks is a command ending in a period or a declaration, use a comma before the end quotation. (only for end of sentence dialogue tags).

"He's a pirate!" the toddler yelled at his mom, unaware of her hand in hiring the party performer.

"Do you go to Jefferson High?" she asked the girl sitting across from her, recognizing her uncanny face.

"I wanna go home," Jessica whined as she took her seat next to me.

nobody walks away or stands up a sentence, make sure you're using dialogue tags correctly

add a period if you're explaining what someone does during or after something is said, not about how they're saying it. "I gotta get to work," he said, standing up. (notice the comma because of the dialogue tag at the end.) "I gotta get to work." He stood up. (notice the period and capitalization because "he stood up" is it's own sentence, he is not standing up "he has to get to work"). if you need help you should (almost) always be able to put a dialogue tag into "they were ___ing "(whatever the dialogue says)" format.

said is NOT dead, and it can be beneficial to let your audience infer things (show don't tell) but don't be afraid to use other words you feel work better. remember, dialogue tags are to explain how someone said something, not explain what they said. (and yes, people murmur and mutter, but most people do not murmur and mutter everything they say. it's not just talking quietly, they both have a connotation that generally make them not usable more than a couple of times)

"While not everyone has to write their dialogue this way, it makes it easier for your audience to follow," she elaborated. vs "While not everyone has to write their dialogue this way, it makes it easier for your audience to follow," she said (but announced or continued would also work, the main point is to say how she said it, not explain what she said). — rather than putting attention on the fact she's elaborating, you're drawing attention to what she's elaborating on; the audience will infer that she's elaborating.

however, "I hate you," I said. vs "I hate you," I spat. — but recognize that you're still leaving something for the audience to infer (i spat with animosity, anger, hatred, indignation, etc. is being a bit redundant, you spat, we know you're mad)

ask yourself if a character would really say that, ooc dialogue is fine if that's what you want to write, but it can really make or break a fic!

someone that represses their trauma or has a hard time talking about it isn't gonna have perfect therapy speech about their trauma. in fact, even characters that can and do talk about their trauma don't usually use therapy speech. they also might have broken speech with a lot of filler words (like, uhm, uh, or even skipping words entirely, ex (dialogue from 13 reasons why, tw rape/csa): "He'd touch me, and he'd... make me touch his- and uhm, he'd be hard.") and how in depth they go really goes back to that "what would this character do" question.

"She manipulated and abused me, and she'd gaslight me about it," he admitted. (there's nothing necessarily wrong with this, but it's ooc for a lot of characters and not a common way people talk about their trauma)

"She'd uh- hit me. Sometimes. And she'd make me feel like I was stupid. Like I was going crazy or something," he admitted.

or even "Yeah, he sexually assaulted me when I was a kid." She laughed it off, but I had a hard time doing the same.

i think that's it for now and one of the best parts of fanfiction is that you don't have to follow every word every time, but here they are if yiu want them! just some tips, and lmk if you want more ig

[babyjamiebarnes]

Build-A-Bear

Part Nine

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Sam, Steve

Warnings: gun-related violence (this is the primary theme so please be cautious), language, reference to smut

Summary: With reader back to work in the Tower, new threats arise and new approaches are taken to her safety. Kind of a filler but also kind of important.

Author’s Note: The next part is gonna be a 0 to 100 chapter so please hold while I hammer that out. I usually try to add multiple scenes/days/events but this is just one situation the reader is caught in. It’ll be getting to the primary climax soon though so I’m thinking maybe 3-4 parts left? Unless there’s more drama I want to add later 😈 And as always, feel free to send me a coffee!

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The next few weeks were thankfully uneventful. You had ordered a bed for Steve to put in the living room, including a curtain so he could have a little privacy, especially when Sam woke up extra early to start making breakfast. Bucky kept the inflatable mattress on your floor, but spent every night with you in his arms instead. “It’s safer this way,” he’d say. It was his excuse just in case your dad ever showed up unannounced.

The one time your dad did show up unannounced, Steve and Sam were at your front door with their weapons drawn and Bucky was shirtless in your bedroom doorway with his own gun aimed at your father. Fortunately, none of them were trigger-happy and lowered their weapons when they realized who it was.

Your dad learned three things that day:

1. He needed to call ahead if he planned on stopping by.

2. You were in very good hands in the safety of your apartment.

3. He wasn’t a fan of seeing a shirtless Winter Soldier leaving your bedroom — or seeing a shirtless Falcon and Captain America in your living room, for that matter.

Regardless, you were never worried about your safety when you were home, or even when the boys let you go out and about with them flanking you on every side. Needless to say, you didn’t go out much.

But you were able to go back to work at the Tower, mainly because the boys hadn’t been able to properly train or attend any missions while you were holed up at home — and it looked like things were clearing up around you. Your dad said one of them would have to stay with you even if the other two went on missions and had fortunately let you choose who that one lonely man would be. Not that you’d ever let Bucky actually be lonely.

The media buzz over you had died pretty quickly, but there were still a few relentless reporters that would crowd around you when you left Stark Tower. You always parked under the building where none of them could get in, but that didn’t stop you from going out to get lunch instead of staying inside and having it delivered. The weather was getting warmer and you wanted to get out while you could.

One gloomy Thursday, your dad decided to join you, Bucky, Sam, and Steve when you went out for your lunch. There was a falafel place just down the street that you liked, so the five of you decided to make it a group date, of sorts. Bucky was nervous at first, but you assured him it would all be fine.

“If you get a little cozy, just blame it on staying close so no one else can,” you said, holding his jaw in your hands. “You’re just keeping me safe.”

You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead as you stood in the middle of your lab. You weren’t required to have protection while inside the Tower, but Bucky insisted on visiting when his training hours were over.

“I’ll always keep you safe,” he said softly. He pulled your hands from his cheeks and kissed your knuckles before tugging you out of the lab to meet the rest of your lunch crew at the elevators.

Now that everyone knew who you were, you were able to be more playful and casual around your dad. Things that would usually have earned you some questioning stares from your work friends instead led to laughs and high-fives. You could make jokes and digs without getting in the same kind of trouble as Sam or Bucky. Steve still had the most immunity.

That was one of those days. You and Steve poking fun at Tony and making playful jokes he was quick to quip back at. The five of you were alone in the elevator the whole trip down, probably because Tony had Friday set to not allow anyone else in when he was in the lift.

Everyone was all smiles and laughs until the elevator doors opened. You took about three steps before you were practically tackled to the ground, a loud bang followed by the sharp ding of metal on metal stunning you more than the pressure of a body pressing against yours. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, the plaster of the wall above you shattered and crumbled around you at the sound of another loud bang echoing in the Tower lobby. None of the debris actually hit you, probably because of the large, heavy body of your boyfriend curled over yours.

Since you were on your hands and knees, you turned just enough to see Bucky’s blue eyes blown wide as he looked down at you.

“Are you okay?” he asked frantically.

“I--I think so?” you replied, not entirely sure what you were supposed to be okay from. You hadn’t really processed what was happening, just that Bucky was completely covering you with his body. “Are you okay?”

He just nodded. “The bullet hit my arm, no damage.”

“The bullet?!” you half-screamed. “Is anyone hurt?” You pushed against his metal arm to see the rest of the lobby; everyone was crouched to the ground, and the sound of more bangs and dings of Tony’s suit getting hit told you why. Tony was just a couple feet from you, letting his Iron Man suit build around him, but started waving his hands at you, shouting “get her out of here!”

Bucky’s arms swooped under you and he swept you past the elevators and stairwell to a back room that only unlocked after Bucky scanned his hand in a hidden compartment. The door opened to a separate, smaller stairwell that you assume only led to the Avengers’ floors… 30 floors up.

“This way,” Bucky said, drawing your reluctant gaze from the towering steps to a hidden elevator behind the staircase. Thank god.

He quickly ushered you in and pressed the button for the private rooms. You’d never been above the common rooms, save for the one time you sat in Bucky’s room after surgery. Your eyes flicked to Bucky’s that were already trained on you looking for any injuries.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked. His hands rested on your shoulders, his eyebrows furrowed as he scanned your face and body again and again.

You just nodded, still trying to process having literally been shot at. But the secret elevator was much faster than the main elevator because you arrived at Bucky’s floor seconds later. He grabbed your hand and led you to his room, keeping you close and constantly looking around even though only verified Avengers could access this floor.

“Your dad set up a whole plan in case something like this ever happened,” he explained. “We’re supposed to stay on this floor until one of them comes to get us. Chances are you’ll end up working from home again since you’re somehow safer there with us than here with everyone.”

He sounded annoyed, but you couldn’t blame him. You assumed you’d be safer in and around the Tower than in your apartment. Your apartment didn’t have all the gadgets and gizmos the Tower had. Sure, you had installed your own security system and now had constant video recording, but the Tower had Iron Man.

“Are you okay?” you asked again. Bucky looked up at you with his eyebrows drawn together, but nodded at your question. “Are… are dad, Steve, and Sam okay?”

It was harder for Bucky to answer that when he didn’t know. He silently pulled up the Tower video feed on his TV and found the main entrance. Tony already had the shooter face down on the ground with blasters aimed at him and an iron boot on his back; Steve and Sam were checking on bystanders. Knowing the rest of your little team was safe eased some of the tension in your body, but that just made it easier for you to realize you had nearly been shot.

“Thank you for saving me,” you said quietly. Bucky stepped closer to you, letting you wrap your arms around him as you forced back tears brought forward by the onslaught of fear that ran through you.

“I’ll always protect you, princess,” he said just as softly. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and just held you. It was just as important for him to hold you as it was for you to be held by him. While his embrace helped ground you and reminded you that you were okay, it reassured him that you were safe with him.

Bucky had grown so used to being the cause of people’s fear, not their source of comfort. You changed that.

You just stood there in each other’s arms for a while, needing the security to calm both of your nerves.

“Can we just… lie down?” you asked.

Bucky had never seen you this fragile before. He always saw you as his spunky little spitfire, so seeing you gradually crack and splinter as the seconds ticked by made his own heart break. Without a word, he led you over to his bed. He laid down first, letting you curl your legs over his abdomen and rest your head against his shoulder.

“I know you’re physically okay, but do you wanna talk about it?” Bucky asked softly.

You were quiet for a second, nervously playing with the hem of his t-shirt. It took a few minutes, but the gravity of what just happened ran over you like a freight engine and your mind wasn’t having a good time trying to get back on track.

“How many shots were fired?” you finally asked.

That’s not what he wanted you to ask.

“I counted five before we got out.”

The pause before your answer just made Bucky’s nerves even more frazzled. He wasn’t used to consoling anyone. That was Sam’s specialty, not his.

“Someone tried to shoot me five times,” you said solemnly. “Someone tried to… to kill me five times.”

“Hey, no,” Bucky hushed. “We’re not doing that. When I said I’ll always keep you safe, I meant it. I can’t lose my Build-A-Bear. Those things are expensive,” he teased.

You huffed a soft laugh before snuggling your head against his chest. With his right arm wrapped around you to trace his fingertips across your skin and his left hand hooked over your calves, it wasn’t long before you fell asleep. The stress of what appeared to be an attempted assassination didn’t sit lightly on your shoulders.

Bucky managed to stay awake, slowly and carefully grabbing his remote to find something to watch until he received word to let you go.

Nearly three hours later — after Steve, Sam, and Tony had spoken with the police and tried to get some info out of the shooter — all three came barreling into Bucky’s room, quickly silenced by the sight of you sleeping on Bucky. You had adjusted your position in your sleep, slipping your body between Bucky’s legs and resting your head on his abdomen. This left him to play with your hair since you were too low for him to continue to hold. He knew you’d have one hell of a time getting to sleep later that night and probably hold your messed up sleep schedule against him until you got back on track, but he wasn’t going to wake you up.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked, more curiously than accusingly.

“Uh, she seemed pretty, um, unsettled by the whole thing and just wanted me to, to hold her,” he explained quietly and slowly, attempting to avoid revealing anything.

Tony just nodded in understanding.

“When she wakes up, I want you to find me.”

The way he said it didn’t sound upset or threatening, but Bucky felt ice shoot up his spine at your dad wanting to sit down with him — and only him. Nonetheless, he nodded as everyone left the room.

When you woke up not long after, he made sure you were okay before leaving to “talk things over with the guys,” he said.

Tony was waiting for Bucky in one of the conference rooms. He didn’t have anything with him other than his phone, so Bucky figured he wasn’t in any trouble… but that just confused him more.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna fire you for… cuddling with my daughter,” Tony said with a cringe. “Take a seat, please.”

Bucky hesitantly sat across from Tony, clearly still worried about what was going on. Tony’s silence was unnerving.

“[Y/N] is going back to her place full time. I’m sure you already figured that out. You three musketeers are clearly better at keeping her safe than I am. And before I continue, I need to say that Sam’s a good guy — most of the time — and Steve’s… something, usually something good, even though he loves getting on my nerves. But today, you were the first line of defense. Don’t think I missed the sound of that first shot hitting you. If you had been on the other side of her, you’d be in medbay right now having a bullet fished out of your arm.”

Tony paused again. He spun his phone in his hands, clearly working up to something and unknowingly setting Bucky on high alert. He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Steve and Sam are going to stay with her at her place, of course, but I don’t want you to leave her side,” Tony finally continued. “If she goes into the kitchen for breakfast, you’re in the kitchen getting breakfast. If she goes to the bathroom, you’re right outside the door. That mattress stays right next to her bed. When she wants to order food, you send one of the other guys and stay with her. Bucky.” Tony paused once again. He leaned forward now just to make sure the severity of what he was about to say was fully understood. He didn’t want to say it, but he knew it was the right decision. “I’m trusting you with my daughter’s life. I don’t take this shit lightly and as much as I want to dislike you… you’re the person I trust the most right now.”

Bucky couldn’t describe the emotions running through his brain. Confidence? Joy? Maybe even fear? Sure, it was nice that his boss was giving him such a huge responsibility, but it was something entirely different to hear his girlfriend’s dad say that he trusted him. Wasn’t that part of why you weren’t telling Tony? Would this change things? Could you finally be open with your relationship?

“Thank you, Tony. That really means a lot. Uh, I-I won’t let you down,” Bucky managed to squeak out.

Tony just nodded before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leaving the room. Bucky sat alone in silence for a second to fully process everything. Was it ironic? Tony Stark was trusting the man who killed his parents to now protect his daughter. But wasn’t it already fucked up that Howard and Maria’s granddaughter was knowingly and willingly dating their killer?

Bucky had gone through a lot to come to terms with his past, but moments like this cast doubt on him again. But he couldn’t dwell on it. He had to find you, Sam, and Steve to get you home.

When he got back to his room, he found all three of you sitting on his bed and talking. You were still lying against the headboard with Steve sitting criss-cross applesauce and Sam lying on his stomach. You looked like a group of high schoolers at a sleepover.

“Hey,” he said softly. You smiled and made grabby-hands at him until he sat beside you.

“Slight change of plans.”

Everyone looked at him in confusion, Sam and Steve clearly not up to date on the team’s roles.

“I just sat down with Tony and, uh, I guess I’m basically your bodyguard now.”

“You already have been for a month now,” you said with a confused laugh.

“Well, yeah, but your dad said I’m not supposed to leave your side. Like, if you move to another room, I move with you.” Your eyes widened at this. It felt excessive, to say the least. You were basically already attached at the hip, but sometimes you just need a minute to be alone. “He said I’m the one he trusts most to protect you.”

“Come on, man, you could’ve just told me to go fuck myself,” Sam joked, earning a punch to the shoulder from Steve.

“Aw, you finally got parental approval,” you cooed, cupping his jaw in your hands.

“I don’t think the approval extends to me hitting it from the back until you pass out,” Bucky chuckled. Sam whistled lowly while Steve just shook his head in disappointment (approval?).

“Speaking of hitting it from the back, we should probably get back to my place before it’s too dark,” you said.

A light knock on your door drew everyone’s attention but before you could see who it was, you toppled over at the force of Bucky shoving your body behind his. You managed to catch yourself on his shoulders to lift yourself up, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck with your head perched on his shoulder. It was admittedly very couple-y, but your dad seemed unfazed in your doorway.

“Hey pops,” you chirped.

“I see I made a good decision,” he said, noting how quickly Bucky hid you from what could’ve been a potential threat. “By the way, Barnes is in charge of this operation now. Sorry Cap.” Steve just held his hands up in surrender. You figured he didn’t mind handing the reins over for once.

“We were just about to head out,” Bucky said. You’d have to make sure this newfound power didn’t go to his head. Which just meant you’d have to get him on his knees…

“I just wanted to give you this.” He held out what looked like the remote scanner cashiers had in checkout lanes. “I know [Y/N] has been getting a lot of fan mail so this will scan up to 20 items at a time for hazardous devices, poisonous toxins, and anything else that’s potentially harmful.”

You hadn’t gone through your mail in at least a week, but you’d already gotten the green light to have the next day — a Friday, thankfully — off after what happened, so you and the boys could hammer through everything and clear off your dining room table.

“Thanks, dad.”

You hopped off the bed and wrapped your dad in a much-needed hug. You both needed one after the stress of the day gradually wore off, but you could tell he needed one even more. You had Bucky to run to; Tony was worried about you. He held you tight and gently scratched right below your neck, just like he would do to get you to fall asleep as a baby. Some things never change.

“I love you,” you said quietly.

“I love you too, pumpkin,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. After another moment, you pulled apart and he went right back into business mode. “Okay, Rhodey and I are gonna follow you guys home in the suits just in case anything happens. Barnes, you’re in the backseat with [Y/N].”

With your dad standing behind you, he couldn’t see you mouth “backseat” to Bucky with a wink. The super soldier’s cheeks turned light pink, but so did Steve’s, which made it hard for you to keep from laughing as your dad continued discussing what changes would be made for your safety.

•

When you finally — safely — got home, you just wanted to take a bath and go to bed. You hadn’t even had supper, but you almost didn’t want to eat anything. If it hadn’t been for Bucky bringing you stuffed peppers courtesy of Sam, you probably wouldn’t have eaten. But he ate his dinner beside you on your bed, then joined you for a long, hot, bubbly bath.

Both of you knew it needed to be a slow night without saying a word. Bucky’s hands lazily ran over your skin before chasing the rinse of water with his lips. He wasn’t rushed or aggressive; he took his time and savored being with you. Even when you were lying in bed and desperately grabbing at his arms, back, shoulders, everything, his strokes were sensual and deliberate. His body acted as a fortress over yours, keeping you guarded from the rest of the world, even if it was just in your bedroom.

And as you fell asleep in his arms that night, he promised himself he would get to the bottom of your attack whether the law wanted him to or not.

[organic-guacamole]

I've got a lot of thoughts on this finale.

starting with the length.

27 minutes? really?

I'm not asking for a 2 hour episode but cmon, at least give us something closer to 40 minutes.

next, the characters

the characters just didn't feel like themselves, especially portwell.

all season long we saw how much potential they had, how well communicated they were, how good they were at being a proper, healthy couple, and now they just can't talk to each other?

it doesn't feel like them.

portwell had arguably the best set up of all the other ships, they showed us how good they had the potential to be only to throw in a cheap plot to wrap it up? I would understand that they want some angst to make the ending all the more satisfying, but this was pathetic.

there I said it.

of all the ways to add drama in a ship, don't use the one that completely contradicts their entire development.

paired with the length of the episode, it seemed even more poorly written.

here I made a lovely, handy dandy homemade graph to represent how I see portwell's storyline:

as i said before, we saw the build up being nearly perfect. they peaked during episodes 9-11 because they just had the chemistry, the communication, and the most potential to be the endgame couple.

they just got eachother.

then we get Jamie popping in for 10 seconds and erasing a lot of that, only for mediator Ashlyn to jump in and solve their problems.

then there's the "kiss".

I know that Sofia is underage and that even if she/her legal guardians consent to the kiss, the writers can still decide not to show it, but still. In my opinion, if you're not going to show the kiss, then don't bother.

there are other ways to establish a relationship that would work better in this situation. Of course if they get together they'll have to kiss sometime, but one way they could postpone it is by having Gina be a bit more reluctant to give away her first kiss like that. it could also show how accomodating EJ is.

I like to think that Gina is very meticulous when making decisions so she'll probably want to be very sure of the relationship before giving him her first kiss. perhaps she'd stick to cheek kisses until she's ready, and then she kisses him and he's surprised.

that would've been, in my opinion, a sufficient way to hold off the kiss while still wrapping up portwell until season 3 when Sofia would be 18 (assuming they get picked up for S3 this summer then start filming fall-winter. Sofia will be 18 in January).

as my friend @rtcosley (idk why it's not letting me tag them, so their page is linked) said,

"They created like 10 plots

And instead of wrapping it up

They added 4 more"

there's just so much more they could've done...it's the season finale for crying out loud.

I get that seblos already had (what I assume is) their storyline for the season, the fight and resolution. Ignoring the fact that that only lasted for 2 episodes and didn't have anything to do with what we were expecting, (i.e.the financial differences between their families, as mentioned in episode 1, the fact that everyone treats seb like he's stupid, this being carlos' first show and the drama that the stress of that caused, etc.), seblos had to purpose this episode than to stand next to eachother and be gay.

I get that they're not part of the core four or anything, but the poster for season 2 has all of them, as opposed to season 1 just being the core four.

They deserved better, just like redlyn and kowie.

redlyn's arc was pretty early in the season compared to the other ships. they had Ashlyn confessing her insecurities in episode 3, antoine stirring the pot of confusion and causing a bit of distance between them briefly, and then big red confessing his goals and plans for the future in episode 8 and for the rest of it, we just see them getting closer and more comfortable with each other and caring about each other more and more.

they had a good arc together.

but that's just it. I wanted to see them have their own arcs. but then again, this show can't seem to balance multiple storylines. I think it is possible, but not when they keep adding new characters that don't contribute anything much to the story(more on that later).

kowie's storyline is... confusing.

I really like their dynamic, how carefree and happy Kourtney gets around him, how she's remaining true to herself and managing a million and one things, plus a relationship in her own without losing herself to it all.

but the main issue I have is that the entire development was never shown.

we went from strangers, to coworkers, to friends that flirt, to lovers that text constantly and went on numerous dates (and Howie met her mother at some point). but all of that, was off screen.

it's like the writers made every episode with them in it kind of thrown in at a new stage of relationship progression and said "here, accept this, no questions asked because we don't have answers"

I just wish we could've seen more of howie trying to get in her good side again after episode 7 because it seems like that's when a lot of it happened.

I appreciate the Rini scene in this episode, seems to be the very end of them, for good this time.

i'm happy about that.

Ricky especially deserves to be free for a while to focus on his development, and Nini has the chance now to really shine through her talents and make a name for herself.

The Rini storyline is the only one I'm fully satisfied with.

now, that being said;

what the heck are they trying to pull with Lily and Ricky rn???

just like that.

after lily being the villain this whole season, they're just gonna not redeem her and then have her confess her feelings to Ricky, a guy she barely knows and only talked to to harass and intimidate, and for him to reject her publicly then call her afterwards?

please I hope it's just to say "you dropped something, here it is and never contact me again, thanks." /hj

speaking of the villains, this season was promoted as the season of rivalry between North and East High right? so why did that plot idea only progress in about 3 out if 12 episodes?

we got Zackey Roy in there for a few episodes then he disappeared, Lily just caused Gina to stay true to her friends in episode 2 and 7 and then basically did nothing else?

this is what I mean by the new characters providing nothing to the show.

the writers can't manage having so many characters and plots at once so they start so many promising arcs, only to kick them aside later on.

we already know that the first half of the season felt like filler episodes, so I think they could've cut those down to leave room for the more important plots to take root, rather than have them pop up and get rushed at the end of the season.

all that, and they just add 4 more plots at the end of the season.

this post sounds very negative looking back...but if I'm being honest with myself, I'm just very very disappointed.

I love this show so much and I really expected better for the season finale, especially if they don't know if it's getting renewed or not.

given the IMDB ratings of this episode so far, I don't have very high expectations for the renewal, but I'm still hopeful because this show is a great thing, one of the best things that happened to me over the course of this quarantine. I've become so attached to this show, the cast and the friends I made through it, that I don't know what I would do if it just ends like this. writing these reviews and posts about this season has been so fun for me to do and thinking that this may be the very last one is a painful thought.

I'm sorry if you were expecting this post to be as light-hearted as my other posts about the episodes, I just had a lot to say about this episode in particular.

all my episode posts are tagged with "#guac's episode text blocks :)" in case you wanna read through and reminisce the simpler times🥲

[imaginedhaven]

Reluctantly Rooming: Part Nine

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I’ve been neglecting this fic! This chapter is a little shorter, both so I could get back into it and because this is kind of filler that sets up the next part (which I’m very excited about). But I hope you enjoy regardless!

Today’s prompts:

“I can’t believe you eat pineapple on pizza…what sort of monster are you?”

and

Rowan reading/editing smut

~*~*~

Aelin laughed nervously from her position under the smoke detector. “Um, I can explain?”

The beeping stopped as he reached the chair on which she was standing, and with steady hands on her hips he helped her down from her perch. “Explain later,” he said. “Gods, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

She looked up and met green eyes bright with enough worry that she bit her lip in a fit of nerves. “I’m sorry,” she replied. “I just wanted to do something nice, and I’m pretty sure at this point we both know that I should never be trusted with cooking. I just thought…”

Her voice trailed off as she found herself hugged against his chest. “I’ll appreciate the thought once I’m more awake, probably,” he reassured her. “Just… wait, is the stove still on?”

“Um…” Aelin was struggling to remember at this point. “Probably? I just kind of took the pan and threw it in the sink.”

“Which explains the clattering noise. Okay.” He let go of her to turn the burner off and start cleaning out the pan, and for just a moment she felt a sense of loss before her brain caught up with her.

“Wait,” she called. “Shit, I can clean that.”

“Please just let me.” His voice sounded so strained, and she wasn’t sure if it was the situation in general or the way she must’ve horribly mangled his cookware.

“Is there anything I can do?”

He only shook his head and scrubbed harder, and she quietly slipped away into the living room.

Gods, she had ruined everything. She had meant to do something nice for him, and instead she had woken him up in probably the worst way possible. Not to mention the fact that she had created more work for him and maybe even ruined one of their pans. Why had she thought this was a good idea, again?

She steadfastly ignored the traitorous voice in her head that suggested that she knew exactly why she had tried to do this. It didn’t know what it was talking about.

Finally, she realized that she had to do something. After all, if she didn’t intervene he’d most likely go straight from scrubbing away her mistakes to properly cooking them… lunch, she realized with a glance at the clock. She may not be able to cook to save her life, but she could definitely make sure they had food without him cooking it.

She grinned. Her cooking skills were subpar at best, but her texting thumbs were in perfect working order.

Aelin crept back into the kitchen, watching for a moment as the muscles of Rowan’s back rippled under his shirt with the force of his scrubbing. Finally, though, she tore her gaze away and focused her eyes on the back of his head. “Hey, I was going to order pizza. You want any?”

Rowan set the pan down and turned to face her with a smirk. “Only if it has pineapple on it.”

Aelin was positive her jaw was about to hit the floor. “Pineapple?” she asked, voice sounding weak to her own ears.

“That’s not a problem, is it?” Gods, he was looking so impossibly smug. And it was about pineapple, on all things. Was this a habit he’d developed simply to be ornery? She wouldn’t put it past him.

“Of course not,” she said, forcing as much saccharine sweetness as she could into her voice. “Why would it be a problem to cater to the whims of a monster who thinks pineapple belongs on pizza?”

“It’s sweet, tart, and relatively nutritious for a pizza topping.” Of course that would be his most important criteria when evaluating toppings for pizza. Why wouldn’t it be?

Aelin sighed. “I can’t believe you eat pineapple on pizza. What sort of monster are you? I mean, I knew you were a grumpy old buzzard, but this?”

As she spoke, though, she pulled up a delivery app on her phone. She had to take a few deep breaths before she did it, but she selected pineapple as a topping. She’d just have to get two pizzas. It was fine. They’d have leftovers.

She hit the button to order the pizzas and smiled. Even though she was pretty sure Rowan was messing with her, it was still nice to do something for him in exchange for all of the things he’d been doing for her lately. Even if it meant ordering a pizza she was confident was never meant to exist.

~*~*~

Later that evening, Aelin kicked her feet up onto the arm of the couch and tugged a blanket around her shoulders. “I still can’t believe you actually ate that awful pizza,” she muttered as she sorted through the movies she had available to watch.

Rowan hummed in response, clearly distracted, and she glanced over at him to find him still at work in the armchair. The glow of his laptop’s screen was reflected in his glasses… wait.

“Do you actually need glasses? I hardly ever see you with them.”

He frowned up at her for a moment before returning his focus to the screen. “They cut down on blue light. I don’t need them to see, but I’ll get a headache if I stare at this screen for too long without them.”

“Are you sure it’s not for vanity? Like, so you look like an editor?”

“Is there a point to this, or can I get back to work?” He sounded frustrated, but judging by the way he was glaring at the screen and not at her there was a good chance his anger was reserved for the work he was editing.

“Go for it.” Well, if he was going to be focusing on his work instead of her movie, she wouldn’t ask for his opinion. She set up a period romance and stood to find snacks.

As she passed by him, she chanced a glance at his screen and then paused, transfixed by the sight before her. Was that…?

It was. Rowan was editing smut. In the same room as her, no less, with no visible embarrassment.

She couldn’t keep silent. “I’m surprised,” she said as Rowan startled in the chair before her. “You were reading this the whole time? With a straight face, no less.”

Rowan shrugged. “It’s part of the job. Usually it’s not mine, but I’m taking on a project for someone who’s on vacation right now.”

“Oh.” She supposed that made sense; even romance novels went though some amount of editing, and she supposed someone had to do that work. There was a difference, though, between knowing that objectively someone had to edit this sort of book and watching Rowan pull up an annotation in his file to write Breasts don’t work like this with angrily pressed keys.

As she read the passage that had irritated Rowan so, she laughed. “I mean, you’re right, but I’m surprised you just knew what was wrong with it.”

Rowan lifted an eyebrow, eyes not leaving the screen. “And why would that be? I may not have them, but I can assure you I’ve been in physical relationships with people who have. Anyone who’s seen them for longer than about five seconds should know that.”

Aelin choked on air, wheezing and clutching at the top of the armchair. Of course, she had known distantly that the odds Rowan had been completely celibate were low. He’d never brought anyone home, though, so she’d been able to put any thoughts of her once-hated roommate having sex out of her mind. Now she was being confronted with the knowledge that he had, and she didn’t know what to do with it.

Finally, she managed to speak. “I’m gonna make some tea. Do you want any?”

Again, he didn’t look up from his work. “That depends. Is operating the electric kettle within your skillset, or are you going to try to burn down the kitchen again?”

“Och! I don’t know why I offered,” she grumbled.

Before she could leave, though, Rowan reached up and grabbed her wrist, finally turning green eyes onto her. “I was teasing, and if you’re making tea and there’s extra I’ll happily accept it.”

As she watched, something softened in his expression, and she wordlessly nodded before fleeing to the relative safety of the kitchen before taking a deep breath. Yes, it was better in here. No roommate casually talking about sex. No stupidly attractive roommate lounging before her with those stupid glasses as he worked. Gods, she’d even forgotten to make fun of him for wearing glasses he didn’t strictly speaking need. She was a mess.

Yes, tea was the correct decision.

It was an easy enough process that even Aelin couldn’t mess it up, and soon boiling water was poured over two teabags in mugs. Shit, it hadn’t been nearly long enough; she wasn’t sure she was ready to face Rowan again.

But face him she would. He would be back to ignoring her soon enough, and she could survive a few moments of interaction before starting her movie. And so she took another deep breath before grabbing both mugs and walking back out into the living room.

Rowan smiled up at her as she delivered his. “Thank you.”

Gods, but that smile was too much after their earlier conversation. She managed a nod at him before practically fleeing back to her couch with her own mug of steaming tea and pressing play on her movie.

The familiar beats of one of her favorite movies began immediately, and she slowly relaxed into the pile of throw pillows and blankets she’d accumulated. As she’d predicted, Rowan turned his attention back to his work as soon as the movie began.

However, throughout the night she could’ve sworn on more than one occasion that his gaze strayed to her instead, and she wasn’t sure what to make of it. For now, it would have to be one more thing to carefully not think about.

~*~*~

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[cassiaa]

Metanoia part 2

Warnings posted in the first part.

This part lacks Namjoon and is mostly a filler, but he will be back soon. Deciding on an update schedule and whether or not to tag accounts or not. Until I’m more used to posting this way I won’t be tagging people, thank you for understanding! Roughly edited.

Ava sat, twirling the ring on her left hand.

It had been a week since she had told Namjoon of the baby. He took it well. Simply nodding and smiling softly. He had stood and taken her hand, leading her to what she assumed was his office where he unlocked a desk drawer and pulled out a small black velvet box. And with a 'this wasn't how I had planned to do this....' he had asked her to marry him. Of course she said yes. Then he spent the entire night worshipping her body. The next morning she was beyond exhausted and slept the entire day.

Her parents were less than pleased, though they didn't get a say in it. Ava had told her mother briefly over the phone after Namjoon had left to America to discuss it in person with her father. Her mother didn't say much, she wasn't in a position to, she only said that she would try to come early for the wedding to be with her.

Even with Namjoon being in a different country, most of the work was still done by him personally. A lot of the wedding preparations he had taken responsibility of to make sure they would be perfect, and only left a few specifics and special touches to be done by Ava.

"Gonna sit there all day?"

"Maybe." Ava glances away from the window, grinning at Yoongi, who didn't hesitate to drop on the free couch and throw an arm over his eyes.

"Your mom should be here soon." He offered up after a moment. "You should at least pretend to be busy."

Ava scoffs, "my mom knows I'm lazy. She will see right through it."

"Maybe," he shrugs, "but it will give you an excuse to make a run for it if she starts getting on your nerves."

"Thats what you're for. And why we're not meeting here but at a restaurant." Ava stands and starts placing all the books back into their correct positions on the wall, before collect all the papers with wedding details on them and locking them in a box before setting that next to the fire place to act as decoration.

"That's a stupid hiding spot." Yoongi remarks, still not even looking. "Lazy."

"Doesn't matter." It was Ava's turn to shrug, "I just need two people not to see it, and both of those people are banned from this room anyways."

"You're not including your parents in any of the wedding details?"

"No," Ava scoffs, "why would I? If it weren't for Namjoon they wouldn't have received invitations in the first place."

"Have you sent out the invites yet?" Yoongi asks, sounding half asleep at this point.

"Most of them. But Namjoon is talking to my father in person and I told my mother over the phone. They will still get a card though, probably after Namjoon is on his way back." Ava hums, playing with the flowers in a large vase that she moved from the mantle of the fire place to the window. They were a gift from Namjoon that had been delivered that morning, they weren't the first and she knew they wouldn't be the last.

"Shouldn't you go get ready?" Yoongi finally broke the silence twenty minutes later.

Ava's nose twitched, "do I have to though? I should just go like this." She gestured to her (Namjoon's) sweatpants (that she had raided his closet for despite her closet being filled to the brim with clothes) and white t shirt that was slightly see through depending on how you looked at it. Yoongi gave a very unimpressed look earning a huff from Ava before she stood and dusted herself off.

"Fine. I won't go out looking like trash today." She grumbles, "enjoy your nap."

"I will."

Ava threw one of the couch pillows at him on her way out, receiving a laugh and nothing more as she shut her parlor door behind her.

"Would you like help Miss Smith?" Imo-ssi offered gracefully falling into step just behind her, respectfully. Ava had learned from Yoongi that her name was HaeSoo and since then had taken to calling the woman by it, despite her objections. She did compromise by adding ssi to the end, to not be rude.

"Yes please, HaeSoo-ssi." Ava nods with a smile, "that would be lovely."

It wasn't long before Hae-soo had created a masterpiece of the young woman and was ushering her towards the doors.

"Who is going with us?" Ava asked Yoongi as the man stepped from the shadows against the wall and joined her in her car. It was the same car that Namjoon had gifted her in America, a white and black Range Rover that literally sparkled it was so shiny and new.

"JK's driving and Jimin is already at the restaurant. Hobi picked up your mother from the airport and is bringing her there now. We will be there before her but just barely." Yoongi gave her the run down, glancing from his tablet to the window before speaking in Korean to someone over an ear piece.

Ava nods slowly, the team was divided up, Jin, Taehyung had gone with Namjoon to close off American deals as well as be with Namjoon when he spoke to her father and Yoongi and Jungkook had been left with her for her protection. Yoongi had dragged Hobi and Jimin into the detail when the two had showed up after their latest mission and gala coincidentally at the same time.

"Hey Noona." Jungkook grinned, hopping into the front seat. "Thanks for giving me permission to drive your car."

Ava rolls her eyes, which was seen by him in the mirror. "I didn't, don't put a scratch on it." She warns, half serious. Even if he did mess it up in any way she'd have a new one by morning, maybe even by the time she was done with dinner.

"Let's just get there." Yoongi orders.

"Let's get it!" Jungkook mumbles under his breath, a little too excited compared to the two in the back seats.

Ava and Yoongi exchange glances, Ava biting back her sigh and Yoongi quickly going back to his tablet. It would be a long night.

Finally having separated from her overwhelming mother, Ava curled up on top of the covers, hugging a pillow close to her chest.

"At least get underneath and pretend to sleep." Hobi grins, standing in the doorway and crossing his arms.

"No." Ava murmurs into the pillow. "Don't want to."

"Namjoon's going to be upset that you're not sleeping." Yoongi said closing the balcony doors of the master bedroom and clicking the lock shut.

"Don't care." Ava sighs deeply, shutting her eyes and feigning sleep. "He shouldn't leave me alone for this long then. He knows I don't like sleeping alone."

"Sounds like a you problem." Yoongi smirks, gripping the edge of the bed spread and tossing it over her half way.

"Wanna snuggle?" She grins up at him, pulling the blanket up a little more.

"And get a bullet in the ass?" Yoongi scoffs. "I think not."

Ava looks up towards Hobi, "how about you? You a wuss too?"

"The biggest." His grin widens, pushing off the door frame he flicks a two finger salute as goodbye. "See you tomorrow. Go to sleep."

"Yeah, go to sleep." Yoongi adds with a nod. "Call JK if you need anything he's probably the only one able to get away laying with you if you're man walks in tonight."

Ava's eyes brighten, "is he coming back early?"

Yoongi holds a sigh in, "probably not. But we don't need you getting anyone shot between now and then."

Ava repositions, hiding deeper in the blankets and imagining being anywhere else. Preferably not pregnant to be honest. "Ok. Goodnight."

Yoongi shuts the door behind him, leaving Ava in mostly darkness except for the pale moonlight coming from the glass doors.

It was an odd thing to crave. Wanting nothing more to be alone and nothing more than to not be alone. It was something she had grown accustomed to. Being surrounded by people around the clock but not truly having companions.  She grew up in it. And since meeting Namjoon she had grown accustomed to his overwhelming presence. He drowned out her inner demons and made her feel safe again.

[wishfullyeternal]

Spencer Reid x Reader- Hurt Pt 2

Spencer Reid x Reader- Hurt Pt 2

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Warnings- Language

A/N- Kind of a filler chapter to create tension but I do have a plan for where I want this to go. Working on a couple of requests at the moment and I’ll get those done soon and then work on pt 3! Would you guys like there to be a tag list for all Criminal Minds related works or just this story, I will gladly add y’all to any specific taglist you want, just say what you want. As always, love you lovelies!

That night you had a nightmare, one where Noah had actually gotten to you. You couldn't bear to remember it but woke up with a start. You reached immediately for your gun that was nowhere to be found. You felt someone touch your shoulder and you yelped. "Sorry, it's just me," Reid said, you remembered the events from last night and rubbed your head. You realized you had been laying on Reid's chest asleep. "What if he has my gun, what if he's trying to find me? What if he wants to kill me?" You hadn't realized you had been talking aloud, Reid got up and held your hand, trying to keep you grounded. "Hey, it's gonna be alright, we'll find him. We can let the team know-" "No!" You said quickly, "I can't let them know," Reid furrowed his brows, "Why?" You let go of his hand and began to pace, "Because then they'll know I'm weak, I can't burden them with my problems, we have other things to do." Reid put both hands on your shoulders and made you face him. "Listen, this isn't a problem you can just fix yourself." He let go of you and looked you in the eyes, "This is a problem that needs help, and we can help you," He smiled softly and I sighed. "Can we at least go back to my house just to see if he took my gun or badge?" Reid signed and nodded. "Then we'll go to work, we can tell the team there, it won't take up too much time." Though you were reluctant to agree no argument could persuade him otherwise. You looked at the old clock on his wall and it read 5:15, once you managed to get somewhat ready, you both left. You climbed in the driver's seat but Reid stopped you from getting in. "I'll drive, you're probably tired," You wanted to protest but stopped and just went into the passenger's side. "You know where I live, right?" You asked, Reid nodded. "Yeah, I do, remember when I had to drop off something from the office?" You snickered at the time he came to your apartment with a present in his hand, it was from Garcia of course, nothing special, only a candle that was always burning at her house when you visited. She said it might help you fall asleep, it did. (But you would never let her know that) Arriving Reid got out his gun and began to walk towards your apartment, you followed close beside him. Before he opened the door to your apartment though he pushed you back behind him. "Stay behind me, I'll go in first," You nodded and when he opened the door he quickly scanned it. No one, you sighed a breath of relief and looked in the drawer where you keep your stuff. "Oh thank god," He had left your gun and badge alone. Reid began looking around your apartment, things were scattered everywhere from when you fought Noah, and when you ran out of your apartment. Reid quickly began to piece together the night before as you grabbed your stuff. "Hey Reid, I'm gonna get ready for work, you can go if you want, I'll be fine." Reid smiled, "Hey, I'm not gonna leave just yet, he still could come back. He sat in the loveseat and began to read a book near him, passing each page in less than ten seconds. You let him be and got ready for work. Once you had finished the both of you walked out together, you grabbed your gun and badge before locking the door. Reid then began to drive the both of you to work. He grabbed his phone to alert Hotch of the situation. He vaguely described the situation, naming Noah and what he did to you, specifying that you were in danger and that we needed to find him before worrying about anything else. You heard Hotch through the phone saying that no new cases had come up so he would alert the team. Reid hung up, "Thank you, thank you so much," He looked at you and smiled, "No problem, It's what a good friend should do," Arriving at Quantico you both went in, Hotch called the team into the conference room and Garcia briefed them on the information. "Alrighty, here we have Noah Dugard, 26, tried to assault our good friend over here," She pointed at me, "He is considered a danger to her and needs to be found, he works at a Software Engineering company here," She clicks her remote and the location of his work is listed. "I called them earlier and they said that he didn't show up today and called in sick. So let's go find em' crime fighters." Hotch spoke to the team, "Dave and I will go to the apartment, Emily, you and JJ go to his work and ask around to who might know where he may be going, Morgan, you and Reid go to his apartment and see what you can find." You stammered, "What about me?" Hotch answered quickly, anticipating your question. "You stay here, you need to rest, Garcia might need you as well," You looked down and fumbled with your fingers as the rest of the team left. Garcia eventually needed you to see if you could identify Noah so that her picture was correct. You did and she called the team to tell them. You looked around her office and saw the many different knick-knacks that covered every surface. To a bystander, this would look cluttered and messy, but you knew better. Every time you had come into her office she had everything in the same place, pencils, pens, folders, and even tape. All of the supplies had their little designated place, you messed with the fuzzy ends of some of the pens while she clacked on her keyboard. "Hey!" She grabbed the pen out of your hand, "That's my special pen, Morgan gave it to me," You snickered. Suddenly the phone rang and Garcia used the pen to click the answer button. "My favorite crime fighters, what have you got for me?" "No trace of Noah anywhere, but his apartment was ripped to shreds, he must've been looking for something." You realized what it was. "Oh god," You rubbed your head, "His Glock 19..." Hotch heard you and asked Garcia to do more research, she clicked him off and you paced the room. "God, how the hell could I have forgotten he had a gun? His father gave it to him right before we started dating, he even promised that if I was in danger he would have no problem in using it." You rubbed your temples, a headache already forming. "It's alright, sometimes I forget important things too, like birthdays. I always forget birthdays." She sighed and continued clacking on her keyboard. You went to go get a cup of coffee, it would probably worsen your headache but you didn't mind. The break room was quiet and the smell of coffee was comforting. You had let your guard down and didn't even notice the door opening, or the sound of footsteps you knew all too well. "Sit the fuck down, we have some talking to do."

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here are my thoughts of all the filler/anime original content (filler) added to the bnha anime except i’m not looking up a list this is just everything i can remember 

iirc there wasn’t really any filler in season 1 (probably because they had the least episodes to work with and a brand new show doesn’t really want to waste viewer time on boring/unimportant content) BUT season 1 did come with the first OVA which, although it was pretty forgettable, had some genuinely fun moments i.e. iida and uraraka’s very cute interactions and that part where 13 praises bkg like “he’ll surely become a beautiful hero” and sero’s like “well, he’ll never be beautiful”. i don’t have bad feelings towards it but since all the rest of the OVAs and even though i’m complaining about training exercise plots the show had just started and it was still a good way to get new viewers acquainted with the class 

okay so this is gonna get wordy but bear with me: since anime moved away from the “popular series air year round” structure to the “popular series air in 1-2 cour chunks at a time” the definition of filler changed a lot - in like the early 2010s all you’d hear is “naruto is unwatchable because of how much time they waste on meaningless filler arcs” and i’ve never watched naruto myself but i’d imagine the fact that studios were expected to air 50 episodes a year was a huge part of why it turned out like that. but since things are different now the game is more about “how much of our original story can we fit into a short burst of episodes, and if we have extra time, what can we do to expand on it” and i think bnha proved in season 2 that they were really good at playing that game! s2 does not waste any filler time. like. that tsuyu episode is one of the most beloved episodes of the season and a GREAT example of how to use an extra episode to give a minor character some time to shine while also checking in on some other characters (i’m not gonna get into jean man thoughts right now but Bakugou Makes Kids Cry was a really good scene to expand on how horikoshi first wrote that internship and sorta. a part of why everything after it feels less credible) 

s2 also had the OVA with the zombies and tsuyu’s backstory which only took up the first few minutes BUT made it so that OVA checked off both the boxes of adding something to the story while also just being fun to watch. that scene at the end where all might offers a mummified deku cake in the hospital and he’s just like “i can’t eat this” is just so good 

obviously i’m biased about pool episode but also i think krbks are the only people who came out of that episode really happy. other than really firmly establishing their friendship (which is actually really good & important buildup to kamino) it’s a pretty clunky way to recap the characters and not even all of the flashback sequences were really handled in a way that made sense. i think the concept of a pool episode/race could’ve been done better if they had spent more time on it but what’s there is fine and it’s always nice to see the kids being kids. still don’t get why the girls didn’t get to race though 

i remember being so excited when miss saiko intelli was revealed because that was one of the first anime original GIRLS and i thought everything about the fight with her was fun! very fun watching her and her weird school friends, very fun watching momo and jirou work together while shouji held tsuyu like a baby. i enjoyed it  

i hate that mystery episode. like. not all filler really has to add anything to the story, if it was a really fun and exciting episode that would’ve been just fine but the whole episode was just deku walking around explaining a mystery that the audience had no chance of figuring out on their own. i liked the shot where all the kids poked their heads out from behind a corner in a little stack though 

i don’t remember if it was that episode or not but i do remember there also being a scene with melissa sort of promoing the movie in the anime which i didn’t mind because it was pretty quick and well integrated

i liked the first episode of season 4! camera guy’s quirk was cool, there were a lot of fun shots of the kids, and i thought the moment with him and deku at the end was really heartwarming. i don’t 100% remember what it was but it was heartwarming 

season 4 had a good amount of side arcs and the school festival arc was lighthearted and character-focused enough that i don’t think they had or needed any filler but also if i’m wrong please don’t correct me about it i like living with the mystery 

i just put this in the tags for that ask 1 second ago but season 4 ova was. boring. especially because they got 2 episodes to work with and decided to do another training episode. not much came out of it plot or character-wise other than 3 musketeers (is that what we’re calling them now .) working together and bkg accepting deku as a cane to lean on. those were good scenes but they could’ve shown them in a different scenario (like in team up mission!). idk what there really is to gain from making ovas anyway (unless they’re on a streaming service or something?) so i guess profit isn’t really the issue at hand but you gotta imagine that the people in charge know that another training exercise OVA isn’t gonna be the most exciting thing possible for fans. i’m not gonna demand that they make a fantasy au OVA or anything but if they had the resources to make 44 minutes of new animation and content it feels like a waste that they repeated what they already did without really fleshing anything new out 

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Outlining for beginners, pantsers and chaotic writers

With NaNoWriMo coming up, maybe you want to have a NaNoPlanMo first.

This post is for you if…

… you want to try outlining, but don’t know how to begin.

… you never finish a first draft because you don’t know how to proceed or how to write a long story.

… you tend to forget certain characters are present in a scene.

… you don’t want to write your scenes chronologically, without losing track of your story.

… or you often write yourself into dead ends or have to fix major plot holes or pacing problems after finishing your first (or second, or…) draft.

First of all, this is not a plea against pantsing. If you’re a happy pantser, pants away, my darling!

1. So, first, let’s decide what story to write

I’m a big fan of the notion “write what you love”. If you don’t love your story, why write it at all, right?

Make a list of the elements or tropes or character types you like. For example:

queer character cast

and there was only one bed

faulty magic with bad consequences

punny names for minor characters

Now, make a list of things you don’t like. This helps me to stay away from them, especially if something is prevalent in my genre. For example: dragons, romantic stalking, politics, epic battles, the logistics of travel.

2. Now, make up the general storyline.

Look at your love list and turn them into a story in a few sentences. Don’t write more than a page, you’re still kindling your outline.

For example: An Asian girl is sent away by her parents for something she did in the first chapter. She thinks it’s a punishment and she assumes she’ll never see her parents again. But who is this uncle Bonkel she’s being sent to, and why has she never heard of him? Turns out, uncle Bonkel is a wizard and she’s gonna be his apprentice. He’ll introduce her into the feisty, fickle world of magic. But he already has an apprentice, a hot bi girl with the most gorgeous Afro hair. And, uh oh… there only is one bed…

This is just a quick example, I’m sure you can come up with something better. (Although… Can someone write this for me? ^-^)

3. Turn this tiny idea into an outline

Write out the different elements on post-its, or in a grid, whatever method of visualisation suits you best. I used post-its at first, so that I could swap things around, and when I was happy, I transferred it into an online excel that I can check where-ever I’m writing.

In this case, the example story breaks down to these elements:

Something happens, in hindsight we’ll see that the girl has used magic but she doesn’t realize it just yet.

Her parents overreact, giving her the impression she did something bad, and send her away to uncle Bonkel.

Who tf is uncle Bonkel? she wonders, as she is packing her stuff, never to return home again.

The reader gets to know the girl better during the train trip to uncle Bonkel, because of course, she doesn’t get there easily. Things go wrong, of course, what would you have thought?

And more things go wrong, but she deals with it, and the way she deals with it shows us what kind of a person she is.

She arrives at uncle Bonkel’s house and he is… weird.

She gets a glimpse of the dark goddess, a first impression, but they aren’t introduced yet.

Uncle Bonkel sits her down for The Talk: Yes, magic is real, and apparently she did magic. Whaaaaat?

Then she gets to meet the dark goddess, who turns out to be uncle Bonkel’s other apprentice, but apparently she’s less keen on sharing, both Bonkel’s mentorship and her bed.

Wait, her bed? There’s only one bed…?

...

And so forth. You get the picture. You can write big or small events on your post-its, even great parts of dialogue or random lines you came up with.

My story is more complicated than this, so I ended up making a grid for each storyline and each character (group), so I can keep track of who needs to do what when.

If you’re finished making your outline, check if you didn’t…

... leave a character dangling

... raise questions you never answered

... or start a storyline that you haven’t finished

In this example, if the girl wonders in the beginning why she never heard of uncle Bonkel, have you given an good explanation for this at some point? And if she thinks she’s never coming home again, have you included a scene in which she goes back to her parents? And is it clear to the reader why the girl thought her parents were angry when they weren’t? Have you explained why her parents don’t just sit her down and tell her about magic themselves? Or why she didn’t know about magic before the thing happened?

4. If you like, you can take this outline further to get a grip on the story’s pacing.

You can decide which events are most important and put them on a narration timeline. Afterwards, you can place the minor events around them.

To continue with my example, I decide that the scene in which she arrives at uncle Bonkel’s house will be at 20% of my story, at 40% there’s a first major magical disaster, and the first time she kisses the dark goddess will be at 50%, but of course they pretend like nothing happened, so the first time they admit there is something happening between them is at 80%. In between these events, I will play with the growing love between the girls and show them learning the fickle art of magic.

An average novel of this genre is about 75,000 words long. (You can google the average lengths for each genre.) If a total of 75,000 words is my goal, it means I need about 15,000 words (20% of 75,000) before she arrives at uncle Bonkel’s, and the first magical mishap is after about 30,000 words (40% of 75,000), etc.

From this, you can deduct how long each (post-it) element needs to be, or if you need to add a filler element, or if you need to move a post-it to a different spot.

There’s no need for your scenes to be all of the same length, of course. In my example, the scene where she gets the first glimpse of the dark goddess is much shorter than the next scene, where uncle Bonkel sits her down for The Talk.

I would advise you not to flesh out your outline too much. You don’t want to take away the creativity from writing your first draft. I usually only use one-sentence descriptions for each scene, so that I can still surprise myself while writing. This way, you’ll also avoid not finishing your outline because you get too carried away and you want to start writing before you’ve finished your outline ^-^

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Okay, that’s it! Go forth and write, my darlings!

(BTW: This post describes an outline which still gives you loads of leeway. If you want to try a more structured approach, maybe my post How I turned an idea into an outline is something for you. This method gets your pacing right from the start by showing you what kind of elements go where on the narration line. The rest is pretty similar.)

I hope this was helpful. Don’t hesitate to ask me any questions, and happy writing!

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Movie Night

This is part 7 of Kitten. This is a filler chapter of fluff. Please let me kow what yall think :)

Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when shes took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.

Part Summery: Sophia and Dean have a movie night.

Warnings: I don’t know if there is any?

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Part 1  Part 6

I open my eyes, the tingling feeling of my numb arm waking me up. That’s almost forgotten when I’m met with the T-shirt covered chest of Dean winchester. The smell of hot cinnamon filling my senses. His arms were wrapped around me holding me close to him. Explaining why my arm was numb, it penned between mine and his body.

I couldn’t remember the last time I was held like this. If I was ever held like this. Harry never liked to cuddle. It makes him too hot. Him flat out telling me it was weird at one point.

But Dean was the totally opposite it seemed. He has shown me multiple times he doesn't mind at all to be close to me. That thought made my cheeks heat up. Dean was nothing like Harry and I don’t know why I found myself comparing the two. I barely knew Dean but I knew he was better.

The prickly stabs in my arm pulled me from my thoughts and reminded me why I woke up. I chew on my lip not wanting to wake Dean up but I really needed to move. All I needed to do was move back just enough to let the blood flow back into my arm.

Taking a breath I try to slowly wiggle a few inches from Dean. I almost frown when I watch Dean’s eyes flutter open. Their dark green instantly jumped to mine.

I blush and look down at his neck, my lip still between my teeth.

“Mmm morning.” He says closing his eyes again.

His voice was deep, the deepest I might have ever heard it. He lifts his right arm leaving my side as he rolls over on his back and stretches. His other one trapped under my head but he didn’t seem to mind. A cold rush feels my space between us along with my arm as it gets blood back into it.

“Well night I guess I should say.” He says glancing at the clock on the bedside table.

It was midnight.

“Been a while since I slept that long.” He says looking back at me.

I blush and smile at him. It's been a long time since I woke up next to a man. There is something intimate about it.

“You okay?” He asks gently as if he didn’t know what that question would unleash in me.

I nod and smile at him.

He rolls back over on his side, not laying as close to me as he was but close enough. There are only a few inches between us. He moves his arm from under my head and places it under his after he places himself eye level with me.

“So you can talk now?” He asks softly. Yesterdays or earlier events coming back to me. I spoke his name. It was a whisper but it was still a word. Something I haven’t done in months.

I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. I frown in frustration and disappointment.

“Hey, it’s okay. Progress is progress even if it’s slow. Beside if all you ever say again is my name, I could live with that.” He says a playful smirk on his face.

Heat fills my cheeks as I look down once again.

A soft chuckle leaves his mouth followed by a yawn.

“Man I could go for some pie right now.” He says making me look back up at him.

“You want some pie?” He asks.

I shrug and then nod. I wasn’t really hungry but I never was. If it meant spending more time with Dean I would take it.

“Let’s go get some pie.” He says rolling to get out of bed.

I sit up lifting my arms over my head to stretch the stiffness out of my back. I blush when I watch Dean’s eyes dance over my body. He quickly looks at my face when he realizes I caught him. I’m surprised to watch his ears turn red.

“Sorry, you just look good when you do that.” He says his voice husky.

“I’m gonna go get my keys and wallet and meet me in the kitchen.” He says pointing at the door with his thumb.

I smile and nod telling him I understood.

He smiles and leaves the room.

I can’t help but smile at what he said, butterflies dancing in my stomach. I know he didn’t mean it but it still felt nice to get a complement.

Climbing out of bed I walked to the bathroom to take care of my business. After I was done I brushed my teeth and washed my face.

There wasn’t much I could do but I didn’t want to walk around looking like I just woke up. I brushed my hair letting it fall down my back.

It wasn’t as long as I used to keep it. Harry set it on fire a few weeks ago. Despite that it looked heather then it has in a long time.

I smiled at my reflection, a happy calm in my chest. I would take it.

I left my bath and bedroom and went to the kitchen. Dean was not there but that was okay.

I sat down at the table and only waited a moment or two before Dean came through the door.

“Sorry I forgot my boots in your room.” He asks, looking me up and down.

I was glad to find he was dressed in the same thing he was before we fell asleep. It makes me not feel so bad about wearing the same thing.

“I forgot to give these to you yesterday. I hope they fit.” He says handing me a pair of black sneakers.

I smile and take them from him, happy to have shoes again. I slip them on surprised when they are my size.

“They fit?” He asks hopefully.

I nod as I tie them up smiling at him.

“Good, I took a guess.”

I smile and sit up looking at him.

“You ready princess?” He asks, holding his hand out towards me.

Smiling, I take it, him pulling me to my feet.

“I should apologize to you.” He says leading me towards the garage.

I look up at him in confusion, having no idea what he should be apologizing for.

“I keep calling you pet names without thinking. For all I know you hate them. Also that’s something I should have asked your permission for.” He says casualty.

I shake my head earning his green gaze.

“You don’t mind them?”

I shake my head again.

“You like them?”

I smile and nod, earning a smile back. It makes him look younger, almost boyish. I definitely enjoyed them. They always made me smile.

“Well that’s good to know.” He says as we walk into the garage.

Once again it takes me by surprise by the different cars, even a few bikes. But as always Dean walks to the black impala and opens the passenger door for me.

I smile as a thank you and get into the car. He shuts the door for me then walks around the car getting behind the wheel.

“Dinner or gas station?” He asks looking over at me.

I wrinkle my brow at him, making him chuckle.

“Do you want to go in and sit down somewhere?” He asks me a yes or no question.

I shake my head and gesture at myself hoping he knows I don’t want to go anywhere dressed in what could be a pj’s.

“Alright gas station it is. We can come back here to eat and watch movies, okay?” He asks as he starts the car.

I nod smiling as the calming rubble fills the air.

We ride in a comfortable silence, the sound of old rock tuned down as background music. It was nice, it was relaxing to just sit and relax. Not having to think about making someone happy. Or walking on eggshells. Having to tiptoe around waiting for the next fight or next beating.

With Dean I could just breathe. I wasn’t expected to do anything.

It didn’t take long to drive into town and stop at the nearest gas station. This was apparently normal for Dean because the man behind the counter greeted Dean like he knew him.

Dean’s grip never left mine as he looked at the different pie slices. I was suppressed at all the choices.

“So how have you been Deano?” The man asked, making the both of us glance up at him.

“Oh you know living the dream.” Dean says grabbing four different slices and walking to the counter.

He pulled me behind him but I didn’t mind. I know most girls hate being led around. But I found it comforting. I felt safe with Dean’s hand in mine. Him something solided to hold onto. I look at him when he says my name.

“Go get us something to drink and whatever else you want.”

I nod and turn to walk towards the back of the store. I have no idea what Dean likes so I just grab a couple different things.

He smiles at the arm full when I return. There were chips and candy on the counter. That added after I walked away.

“You two having a party?” The man asks just making chit chat as he rings us up.

“Movie night.” Dean says pulling cash from his wallet.

“Well you two have fun.” He says handing the two bags to Dean after he pays.

“You know we will.” He says smiling.

“Ready?” He asks looking down at me.

I smile nodding. Once again he takes my hand and leads me to the car. This time he lets me get in by myself. Him starting the car and heading back towards the bunker.

As we drive, the fall of rain drops start to bounce off the windshield. I take a deep breath, a smile painting on my face.

“You like the rain.” Dean states glancing at me.

I looked over at him, his face cascaded in the darkness. Only getting a glimpse of it when we drive under a streetlamp.

I don't know if he even saw it but it was the most I could do at the moment. Despite what happened hours ago I couldn’t make myself say anything else.

I wish I could tell him why I liked the rain. It washed the world clean of all the crap in it. Making everything clean, like new again.

Dean smiles at me, him driving through the rain with ease. It impressed me how smoothly he seemed to drive. His car is clearly in good shape.

It doesn't take long to get back to the bunker. I’m thankful for the garage when I don’t have to get wet to talk into the house.

Dean doesn't let me pack anything despite me reaching for the bags. He just leads me inside.

“We will have to go to my room to watch movies. Nothing is hooked up in your room yet, and trust me you don’t want to try and watch the TV in there.” He says chuckling, most likely remembering something funny.

“Are you okay with that?” He asks looking at me.

I smile and nod being fine with going into his room.

It wasn’t at all what I was expecting. Sure it was set up similar to my own but it was decorated. You could tell it was lived in.

I couldn’t help but look at the weapons on the walls. Different guns, knives and some other things that I had no idea what they were. Dean follows my line of sight and scratches the back of his head.

“Me and Sam were military brats. We like guns. Me more then Sam but yeah.” He says his ears tenting red.

I smile at him not really having a problem with them just wondering why he had so many.

He clears his throat and then walks over to the desk covered in random papers and books.

“We can watch something on my laptop if you want.” He says looking over at me.

I smile telling him that that’s fine with me.

“Awesome.” He says moving to sit on the bed.

He bends over unlaced his boots and kicks them off. It’s not until he is comfortable leaning back on the head board does he look up at me.

“You gonna come lay down or what?” He asks, making my cheeks heat up.

Blushing I take the few steps to reach the bed then do the same as him. Kicking off my shoes I climb in the bed next to him. He holds the blanket up for me until I’m settled then lays it over my legs.

“Alright what do you want to watch?” He asks as he opens Netflix.

I shrug not caring what we watch.

Dean nods scrolling through the different movies and shows he surprises me by putting on the Scooby Doo movie.

“Is this okay? I figured we could watch something we didn’t have to think too hard about.” He says laughing softly.

I nod and smile at him. It is perfectly okay with me.

“Awesome.” He says smiling.

He turned to the left side of him digging through the bags from the gas station. He sets random stuff on his lap, a grin spreading across his face as he pulls out one of the pie slices.

I smile at the grin on his face. It's nice to see people happy. Expeaclay over something as simple as a peice of pie.

“Take whatever you want sweetheart.” He says as he starts eating the slice of apple pie.

I don’t bother reaching for anything not hungry at all. I just watch the movie content with that.

“Here eat something.” He says handing me the cherry one and a plastic fork.

I smiled at him, doing as he asked. I didn’t want to be rude and I knew it had been a long time since I ate. I also didn’t even eat that much when I did. Two bites of a burger wasn’t much food. I knew I should eat more but I just didn’t feel hungry. Ever. My stomach has been shrinking over the past few months I guess.

I take two bites of it and set it down on my lap. Not feeling the need or want for anymore. Dean looks over at me at the little food I ate.

“You don’t like to eat huh?”

I shrug not having any answer.

“You're not used to eating are you?”

I shake my head. Harry only let me eat every couple of days.

“Well you can eat whenever you want you know that right?”

I nod and smile, knowing that.

Smiling, he lifts his hand gently tucking my hair behind my ear.

“I wish you would eat more.” He says making me frown.

I didn’t like disappointing him.

“It’s okay Sophia I’m not mad at you. I get why you don’t eat. I just wish I could get you to eat more.” He says as if he was disappointed in himself.

A sigh leaves my mouth as I look down at the pie. I could eat it. I just didn’t have the want or drive to eat it. Like I didn’t have the energy to eat it.

“Maybe I could bribe you into eating.” He says chuckling to himself.

I looked up at him with a curious smile on my face.

“Oh you like that idea?” He asks, earning a nod.

“Okay sweetheart I’ll think of something.” He says smiling.

I smile back not wanting to wait for his idea. Picking up the pie I take another bite then start watching the movie.