#lmk if yall like this sort of thing because this was really really fun for me and i can do some girl out boy ones

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Ever see an AI generated anime girl in a skimpy outfit and ask yourself....what if it was Middle Aged Pop Punk Band Fall Out Boy?

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outsiders // colin and penelope (pt 2)

A/N: part one was surprisingly really easy to write, fun fact. i did it all in one sitting which has almost never happened before. and this part took a bit longer, but i got it altogether in the end. this is the carriage scene, aka the best scene ever, with just a bit of vampire!colin thrown it to make it even sexier lol lmk what you think and i hope you enjoy it ! thank you for all the love on part one, both on here, ao3, and wattpad :)

also i plan to make a sequel and prequel

prompt: Colin is trying to deal with the fact that he is not only in love with his best friend, but that he is incredibly lost as to who he is as a person. It also doesn't help that he's a monster; a vampire. Pen just wants her freedom, her ability to be Whistledown without anymore people finding out. And in her mind, Debling is the solution to her problem. But one fateful night brings Penelope and Colin together in ways they never imagined.

trigger warning: SMUT, it's the carriage scene yall, jealous!colin, protective!colin, AU!vampire, formal english, angst, idiots to lovers, mentions of blood/blood drinking, colin "my wife" bridgerton is in the house, happy ending

word count: 3625

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The silence was eating at him. Neither of them had said a word in over a minute, but it had felt like an eternity had passed. Colin cleared his throat, finally speaking. "So... you have been Whistledown all this time?"

She nodded, avoiding his gaze still. "Yes."

"Why, on God's green Earth, would you think this was a good idea? What were you thinking?" He demanded, his voice low.

"I beg your pardon?" She caught his eyes, furrowing her brow.

"Do you know how many people in the Ton you have upset over the seasons? How long did you think you could get away with this, Penelope?" He asked, his voice almost shaking with frustration.

"I am very well aware of what I have done, Colin. I was hiding quite well, all things considered," her mind moved to El, wincing at the thought. "Until tonight."

"This could ruin you. You have already spoken of having little to no prospects; Whistledown shall not help you on that front. Imagine when..." Colin blinked hard, his jaw tensing, "He finds out."

"He?" She repeated.

"Debling." He grimaced. 

"He cares very little about Whistledown," she commented. "Not only that, but he plans to be gone for three years. And that is too far ahead in the future to know what I would do with Whistledown."

Colin swallowed hard, "So, you've already accepted his proposal?"

She stared at him, puzzled, "How did you-?"

"You are not the only one who listens to gossip." He sassed.

She held back an eye roll, fumbling over her words. "He... asked me. Well, sort of asked me about asking my mother for permission. He plans to do it soon."

"How soon?" He inquired.

"Tomorrow morning." Pen stated plainly.

"T-Tomorrow?" He scoffed, "That's rather quick."

"We have been courting for a couple weeks. It makes sense." She mumbled.

Colin couldn't help himself from asking, "Do you love him?"

She shook her head instantly, "No. But I think with time I could."

He stared at the floor of the carriage, fidgeting his hands in his lap, "Does he love you?

"I... do not know." She answered.

He narrowed his eyes, appalled, "You will consent to a marriage with a gentleman for whom you hold no affection, and who will be absent from you for years... solely because of Whistledown?"

She glared back, "That is not the only reason I would marry Debling."

"Is she really worth all of this? Why would you bring such terrible luck upon yourself by being her?" Colin questioned, leaning forward.

"Do not speak of her like she is someone else," Pen snapped. "I am Lady Whistledown."

"My apologies, it is just a little hard for me to accept that as fact." He sat back in his seat, crossing his arms. "How could you write such things about my family?"

Her anger melted away, her eyes watering. "I thought I was doing the right thing."

"By divulging Eloise’s affairs? Or by speaking ill of me? And what of Lady Crane?" Colin retorted.

"I did not know what else to do. When I started Whistledown, I did not realize how much power I would hold. I did not think everyone in Mayfair would care about what I had to say. It turned into something unexpected. And I should have been wiser, yes." She wanted to reach out unexpectedly, to grab his hand; but she stopped herself, "But I never ever meant to hurt you or El."

"Is that why she hasn't spoken to you since last season?" He queried.

Pen swallowed hard, glancing out the window of the carriage. They really were taking the long way home.

He exhaled, rolling his eyes. "God, how long has she known?"

"Since my mama's ball." She blinked.

"And you still continued to write Whistledown, even after losing her?" He remarked.

She choked out her response, "Whistledown is truly all I had left, Colin."

"That is simply not true. I have always been here for you." He argued.

Her mouth fell open, her eyes burning into him. "You spoke disparagingly of me to your acquaintances, and then departed for the entirety of the summer. I thought I had nothing left. And then when you returned..."

"What?" He uttered.

"You returned as someone you're not." Her lips fell into a tight line.

He tensed his jaw, lowering his gaze, "Is that your line of thinking or Whistledown's?"

"We are one in the same in that regard. I think you are hiding who you really are because you are hurt. You returned as someone you have never been, not in all the years I've known you. You came back... stoic, acting arrogant and above it all, caring for very little. And you did all of this, for what? To make life easier for yourself?" She caught his eyes, "Well, has it?"

Colin's hands clenched against his legs, his eyes falling to the floor of the carriage once more.

"I did not think so." She whispered.

"You should have told me you were Whistledown," he rebutted. "Why did you do all of this instead of just talking to me?"

"There are many things I was misguided about," Pen frowned. "But how often did I come to you, trying to tell you what was happening, only for you to not listen?"

He shook his head, "You ruined Lady Crane. You should have just told me of her scheme."

"Would you have believed me?" She paused, the silence taking the air out of him. "You were in love with her, Colin. I did not want to see you hurt. Not only that, she could have easily painted me to be jealous or a little girl making up stories because her crush was marrying someone else."

His mouth twitched, a smile almost appearing. "Her what?"

Pen changed the subject quickly, her face flushing, "When were you going to tell me you're a vampire?"

He sighed deeply, "For a moment there, I forgot I was one. I felt normal. Thank you for reminding me."

"You have never been normal, Colin. That is why we get along so well. Because neither am I." She jested.

Colin half-heartedly smiled, "The outsiders."

Her body relaxed, the tension easing for a moment. "Precisely."

"You know, for finding out monsters exist, you are surprisingly calm." He mentioned.

Pen's lips pursed, shifting her gaze away from Colin. She cursed herself internally, unable to keep her heart from speeding up from his stare.

He cocked his head, studying her, "...You knew."

Her eyes widened, "What?"

"You knew," he repeated. "That is why you are not scared of me."

"I have no idea what you are referring to." She laughed nervously.

He sat back against his seat, taking her in. "Which one of my siblings told you?"

She squirmed in her seat, breathing deeply, "...Eloise."

"You cannot be serious. El has been aware you are Whistledown, and you have known of our vampiric nature for years." He groaned, "Does anyone care to inform me about anything whatsoever? Am I that forgettable?"

"El told me when we were children. Do not blame your sister." Pen argued. "I am truly sorry I never told you about Whistledown, or that I knew what you were."

His voice was soaked in pain, "Clearly you have so little respect for me."

She winced at his words, her heart aching. "Colin, that is not true. I care about you so much. I will never be able to express it into words how deeply I care for you, for your family. Please, you must know I am being honest."

Colin glared out the window, praying that Pen was speaking the truth. He felt she was, but a small part of him was scared it was yet another lie. They fell silent, unable to look into one another's eyes.

She bit her lip nervously, "Do you plan to tell Debling I am Whistledown?"

"I thought you said he would not care." He deadpanned.

Pen hesitated, "I just want to know if you plan to do it before or after the proposal."

He narrowed his eyes, his chest heaving, "You still plan to marry him?"

Her face scrunched up, confused. "Yes. I just explained to you-"

"That you have been courting for weeks, I heard that. I have seen it myself," he scowled at the images replaying in his head. "But... he does not love you. He's planning to be gone for years. You will be alone."

"But at least I will be married," she replied. "I won't have to worry about my family, the marriage mart, or coarse mamas mocking my standing in society. I will be secure." 

"He's... particular and odd and not right for you. You won't be happy!" Colin exclaimed.

She inhaled sharply, "What other option do I have, Colin?"

"Me! You have me. You've..." His face twisted, his eyes watering, "Always had me."

Her mouth fell open, unable to form words.

Colin fell to his knees, placing his hands on either side of Penelope's seat, desperately. "You are absolutely right, Pen. I have been pretending to be someone else. I have spent so long trying to feel less, trying to be the kind of man society expects me to be. And for a moment, I thought I had succeeded. It is clear, however, you have always been able to see through that."

"These past few weeks have been full of confounding feelings. Feelings like a total inability to stop thinking about you." He glanced from her lips to her eyes, taking in all of her beauty, "About that kiss. Feelings like dreaming of you when I'm asleep. And in fact preferring sleep because that is where I might find you. A feeling that is like torture. But one which I cannot, will not, do not want to, give up."

"Please." She closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head. "Do not say things you do not mean."

"But I do mean it." He pleaded, begging for her to believe the truth, "It is everything I have wanted to say to you for weeks."

Her eyes scanned his face, "But... Colin, we are friends."

"Yes, but we..." Colin's chest squeezed, realizing his mistake. "Forgive me. Um... I do not know what I was thinking."

Penelope's breathing picked up, her body warming instantly. "But I'd very much like to be more than friends." This is what she had been waiting for. This was her time to say everything in her heart. "So much more."

A rush of emotions hit Colin as he heard her words. He leaned forward, lips parted. He breathed Pen's air, her doing the same to his. And as their lips finally met, Colin felt his dreams come true. But this was so much better than anything he could have dreamt of.

Pen's heart thudded loudly against her ribcage, almost exploding from excitement. She never imagined such a thing would happen tonight. Not even in her wildest fantasies did Colin kiss her like this. Scorching and romantic.

Colin wrapped his arm around Pen, pulling her closer to him. Their kisses slowed, until they each pulled away from one another. Colin breathed heavily, staring into Pen's eyes. She gazed at him in wonder, studying all of his features. She glided her fingers along his face over the curve of his ear. As she raked her fingers through his soft brown locks, Colin's jaw fell slack. He ardently smiled, and his fangs pushed outward suddenly in ecstasy.

"Oh." She gasped.

He pulled back covering his mouth, "My apologies. I-I do not know why that happened."

"It's alright, Colin." She hushed him, smiling. "I am not worried. You do not scare me."

"Your pounding heart says otherwise." He noted, teasingly.

"That's because of your... actions. Not your teeth." Her face warmed.

His jaw tensed, "Your blush is not helping me."

"Please Colin." She whispered.

"What, Penelope? Tell me." He commanded gently.

"I need you...." She gulped, her breath shuddering, "to kiss me."

He groaned, "You have such a way with words, Miss Featherington."

His mouth slammed back onto hers, both moaning into the heated kiss. He lifted and pressed her back against her seat, a gasp falling from her open mouth. His hand drifted up her covered leg, resting firmly on her hip. She gripped the lapel of his jacket, kissing him fervently. 

Separating from her, his hand glided up to the puffy sleeve of her gown, lightly pulling the sleeve down to reveal the soft, creamy skin of her shoulder. They met each other's gaze, his stare intense and her eyes wild. His mouth latched onto her throat, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin. His fangs scraped against her, her body shaking with lust. Her quiet cries grew louder as his hand cupped her breast, squeezing ever so tightly. Her hand found his, keeping his hold on her. Her eyes shifted down to their hands, her lower half buzzing with pleasure.

Colin's hand left her breast and slid down to her thigh, pausing. Their lips found one another, pressing open mouth kisses. He then kissed and sucked along her exposed chest, her bosom covered only slightly by the hemline of her gown. She whined, resting her head back against the seat, letting him explore her skin. Their mouths connected once more for a brief kiss before slipping away from one another. They locked eyes, breathing in tandem.

His hand snaked down to the edge of her dress, lifting up the bottom at a tender pace. He cupped her leg, touching the smooth skin of her calf. She nodded her head at him as her pleading eyes connected with his. His hand continued up her leg, gathering the fabric as he went. His touch grew more gentle as he reached past her knee. Higher and higher his fingers danced across her. Their eyes remained fixed on each other as Colin's fingers finally met the soft skin of Pen's inner thigh, and then finally her aching core.

Her mouth dropped open as he found her nub, rubbing slow circles with the pad of his fingers. Her eyes widened as he pressed further, fingers tracing along her folds. Her eyes fluttered closed, allowing his actions to take over her body. Pen had never felt this good before in her entire life. Even in her wildest fantasies, she never imagined that Colin would be this fantastic with his hands.

As his finger teased her entrance, she jolted in her seat. She clutched onto him, her hands gripping his forearms. Colin watched her, his eyes taking in every inch of her flushed face. The light gleam of sweat on her furrowed brow, her plump lips parted and swollen from his kisses, and her moans. God, her moans. If he died right now, he would still be the luckiest man to ever exist - strictly because he got to hear her say his name like that. And to feel the heat of her wrap around him that tightly.

As he pumped into her slowly, her forehead brushed against his, her eyes wild and wide. Colin's mouth fell open as he continued to watch her, her moans falling into his. He took her bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it ever so. Her eyes fluttered closed.

He kissed along her chest and neck, finally connecting his mouth right on her pulse. She whined as his mouth sucked on that spot, her hips now meeting his hand with each thrust.

"Colin," she whimpered. He almost didn't want to pull back, afraid this was the part where he would wake up from a dream. "Colin... please."

He hummed, "Please what, Penelope?"

She searched his face as she spoke, "Bite me."

He felt his heart stop, his breath hitching. "Pen, I-"

"If you do not want to, I understand. But I have always wanted to know what it would feel like." She admitted unabashedly. 

He could feel her squeeze around his fingers, her pupils dilating. He thanked the Heavens above for not being able to read minds, because God only knew what was going through hers in this very moment.

Or maybe it was the Devil he should be thanking.

"It might hurt, Pen." He stated.

"That's okay. I know you will not hurt me. Not intentionally, at least." She giggled.

It was so very hard to say no to her, especially when she looked this beautiful. Deep within himself, he knew how badly he wanted to taste her; in more ways than one. "Alright. If that is what you wish."

She arched her neck, allowing him more access. He lowered himself back against her, pressing her into the seat. His hand began to move again, his fingers soaked in her arousal. His mouth watered at the feeling, and from her blood pumping even more quickly through her veins. He had thought of this more times than he could count. But this was far above anything he could have conjured up in a dream or fantasy.

His fangs protruded from his gums, ready. He kissed softly against her neck, a light sigh falling from her lips as he did. Then finally, he sunk his teeth in. A depraved moan fell from Pen's lips, and Colin suddenly could taste her blood in his mouth.

In that moment he knew, Pen was his. However she would allow him to have her, that's how he would take her. This was his Penelope. Only his.

He slowly drank from her, not allowing himself too much of her blood. She cried out in absolute pleasure, completely overwhelmed by it all. Her hips bucked against his hand. He could tell she was drawing closer to her release, and he wanted nothing more than to feel her come undone around his fingers. 

Colin pulled his mouth away, licking at the bite and lapping up any spilt blood to make sure it wouldn't get on her dress. As he cleaned her skin, he pressed his palm to her clit. Her body spasmed against his as her moans grew louder and constant. Penelope dug her nails into Colin's shoulders, holding on for dear life. She wasn't sure how much more pleasure she could take, and she knew she was close.

"So beautiful," Colin murmured in her ear. A light blush creeped down her cheeks and neck. How was it that even with his fingers inside her was he able to still make her blush? She almost felt embarrassed, if it wasn't for how wonderful everything felt.

His mouth kept attacking the skin of her neck, peppering sloppy kisses everywhere. He sucked little marks under her chin and along her throat. Feeling his fangs graze her skin made her body convulse with more pleasure.

She whined and whimpered, unable to form any coherent words. He knew what was happening, and he sped up his movements. He circled her clit over and over again, curling his fingers inside her as they went deeper than before.

Pen shuddered out a breath and suddenly an explosion happened within her. Her body bucked and shook against Colin, her sobs filling the carriage loudly. Colin watched her as she orgasmed, memorizing every detail he could. This was the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his entire life. Nothing in this world would ever turn him on more than Penelope coming around his fingers and crying out his name. 

And he was damn sure that his would be the only name she would ever say again in that manner.

Her eyes fluttered open, her hands pulling him back into her by his lapels. They kissed lazily, their tongues dancing with each other slowly. Colin sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, needing the taste of her. As their kisses grew more and more passionate, a knock on the roof of the carriage caused Pen to jolt back in her seat, pushing him off of her.

"C-Colin!" Pen shrieked. Colin was dazed, unaware of what happened. "We are at your house!"

"Oh God." Colin glanced around, suddenly realizing they were, in fact, not the only two people in existence. He sighed, "Could the carriage driver not keep on driving?"

Pen snorted, covering her mouth as she giggled. Colin followed suit, laughing quietly and shaking his head with her.

"Do you think anyone saw us? I was not paying much attention to anything." She smiled brightly, biting her lip.

He smiled back, watching her through darkening eyes. He brought his face close, resting his forehead against hers. He slowly lifted her sleeve back into place, making sure to only use clean fingers. He smoothed out her hair, and her face scrunched up for a moment. "What are you doing?"

He leaned back, looking at his beautiful Penelope. She stared at him in amazement, and they both met with a quick and earnest kiss.

Colin gazed at her for a final time, and jumped out of the carriage.

"Colin?" Pen questioned. Her chest squeezed for a moment, her nerves kicking back in.

His eyes couldn't stay off her for long, needing to see her again. He smoothed out his jacket, placing a hand out for her. "Are you coming with me?"

She furrowed her brow, "What? Your family will see us."

He grinned smugly, "For God's sake, Penelope Featherington, are you going to marry me or not?"

The only sound Pen could hear was the pounding of her heart in her bosom. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at Colin, her mind racing. The man she was in love with loved her back, and not only that, but wanted to marry her. 

God's humor surely wasn't as wicked after all.

Finally, Penelope choked out gleefully, "Yes. Of course I'll marry you, Colin."

<< Part 1 ||

[dreaminginvelaris]

sorting acotar characters into hogwarts houses

idk why i decided to make this post but it was fun sooo...

lmk if y'all agree or disagree. Also please no hate, sometimes a post is just for fun and i don't need any negativity. UNLESS its hate for elain which by all means go ahead ;) (because of ppls sensitivity, this joke isnt an invitaion to go on a full blown elain hate rant just offer a few jabs, especially if you agree on the elain section and move on, if you wanna go on a rant, message me or submit a post and i'll response, all the love <3)

Slytherin: Ambition, Cunning, Leadership, and Resourcefulness

Rhysand: of course Rhys is Slytherin, the man screams Slytherin. We all know he's cunning, often coming up with plans to get what he wants, leader well duh, he's a high lord and loves it and is great at it, he's ambitious, he's a dreamer, so of course, he wants more, and he's resourceful, always being able to think on the spot. Rhysands second house would be Ravenclaw for sure though.

Eris: uhhh do I even have to explain? wants to be Highlord, boom ambitious. seems to be the one in charge of his brothers and has many responsibilities, boom leader. being able to achieve what he wants, boom cunning. resourcefulness...yeah I don't got an example for that one, anyways 3/4.

Azriel: daddy az is a Slytherin, I mean obviously this is the best house (is it obvious yet that I'm a Slytherin ;) but fr, I debated sorting him into Ravenclaw, but even though yes he shows Ravenclaw traits it's not the ones we see the most of or the ones that really shine through Azriel's reserved personality. The main traits azzy boo here has from Slytherin are Cunning and Resourcefulness, and imo these are the ones we see from him every page.

Amren: im putting amren here too, she's literally both!

Gryffindor: Brave, Courage, Daring, Chivalrous

Cassian: this one is self-explanatory, how many times has he put others before himself, how many times has he endangered his own life to save others. that's a Gryffindor soul he has. he always tried to do the right thing, he's brave as hell and reckless at times it seems from the little snide comments we've gotten from the books, he would have been a marauder no doubt.

Tamlin: I hate to do this I do because I love my lions, but I had to put this piece of shit somewhere and since he reminds me of peter Pettigrew bc of his cowardness, I'm sorting him in here. I'm so sorry guys ;(

Morrigan: helloooo, the house colors are red and gold??? obviously mor would demand this house, yes demand. but not just that she's crazy brave, at only what 18? i think, she stood up to her family, making a decision she knew could have her ending up in a horrible situation. but she always is brave, shes gotta when her evil family is still in her life.

Hufflepuff: Loyal, Kind, Patient, Hardworking

Gwyn: i choose my girl gwyn for Hufflepuff bc let's face it, she is the embodiment of Hufflepuff. She's loyal to her new friends, emerie and Nesta, and the priestesses. She's kind as we can see when she first met Nesta and when emerie and Nesta shared their stories. She's very patient never snaps at that bitchy priestess who idk the name of as well as patient when it comes to her and Azriel's tender new friendship and hardworking, always doing her job, running around the library, for her work, always researching more ways to help the Valkyries. i debated putting her in Ravenclaw, because of her intelligence, but i think she's a Hufflepuff through and through.

Elain: IT HURTS MY HEART PUTTING PLAIN ELAIN IN THIS HOUSE. but I gotta, the only trait this plant sniffer has out of all the houses is "kind and patient" EVEN THOUGH SHE'S NOT REALLY LMFAO. I've made a post on explaining why this dirt lover isn't as kind as the books make her out to be, and I would argue she isn't actually patient at all, I mean did we miss how she was basically frustrated Nesta wasn't getting better even though it had been like what 2 weeks, LMFAO. but yeah I mean she's not loyal unless you have food and money then oh yeah she'll be loyal and she's not hardworking bc I mean she never did jack shit and still doesn't, sorry to do this to y'all.

Note: some of yall are so soft. this is not an anti elain post. sorry i insulted her but hey its my post, and i have commentary on each character to explain why i feel they belong in a certain house. sorry i happened to insult your fav. but this isnt an anti elain post, just like its not anti tamlin or anti eris. its just a post about all the characters period, which is why i inculded all of them in the tags. hey, i even insulted Nesta a little bit, but I'm not gonna tag anti-Nesta bc it's not a fucking hate post. get off this post if it comes across you and you don't like what I say, it's not hard to literally just scroll, trust me I've done it multiple times especially when it's a hate post on my beloved characters and they didn't use the anti tags. it's not fucking hard, grow up.

Ravenclaw: Wisdom, Wit, Individuality, Intelligence

Feyre: I debated putting queen feyre into Slytherin, I mean she shows the traits for sure, but it's not really if she shows the traits it's what shines the most in her. Ravenclaws are known for their creativity (bae luna Lovegood <3) and feyres an artist, even in her darkest times she remained an artist, always seeing portraits in her mind, always admiring the beautiful colors of the world. We know she's intelligent, picking up reading and writing quickly, and we also see it when she's strategizing, with the inner circle. Feyre is so wise, she had to be, she had to grow up quickly, you often see her in the books giving advice, because even though she's only 21, she's lived a lifetime. and the whole book of acomaf can show you how witty she is, I mean its what made us fall in love with feysand.

Amren: tiny snowball amren is literally a slytherclaw, she has all the traits from both. but because of how well she is with coding languages and how she always reads and does puzzles i think she'd enjoy being a Ravenclaw.

Nesta: I thought about this for a while, really looking into where she would thrive, Ravenclaw is for her no doubt. She's herself, always has been even when that wasn't such a good thing... but she's witty too if you make sure to not count the "the book is about...a book" I'm sorry that line makes me laugh every single time. we haven't really seen much of her intelligence but I'm guessing she is. but really she would love to be in a house where ppl are themselves and read, i can already imagine her creating a book club where people can be themselves and enjoy smutty books like her.

Lucien: originally I was going to sort him into Hufflepuff but then I remembered how intelligent he is, how witty, and I remembered in acowar he talked about how being the youngest of what 7 heirs? he had the chance to really educate himself which he loved to do, to really learn about his court, idk this man just screams intelligence to me.

I left out emerie bc i honestly don't know where to sort her, i feel like i just don't know her too well or understand her enough to sort her, so feel free to lmk where she would belong :)

[wienerbarnes]

Necessary Evil

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 1,816

Warnings: nothing crazy, typical canon violence type stuff, special character appearance👀

A/N: so sorry for not posting this like two days ago when i said i was going to🥴 ive had a ton going on and ive been a busy bee but hopefully ill get myself organized for next week :) question for yall! should i keep the friday posting schedule or do thursdays instead bc of fatws on fridays? lmk!

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

It’s been a confusing couple of weeks. You’ve been placed on a temporary leave while you finish your recovery after the last mission.

You’ve been trying to learn as much about your new powers as you can, not really understanding what they are or how they work considering that most of the time they’ve shown themselves it’s been accidental.

Making Bucky drop food, slamming doors shut, sending stuff flying across the room. At this point you’ll tape your hands at your sides if it means you’ll stop making such a mess everywhere.

Everything has been put on halt. You don’t cook, in fear of starting a fire or making a mess in your kitchen, you don’t spar with anyone or workout unless it’s in a closed off and sealed training room used for when the Hulk was at the tower, in fear of hurting people around you, and unfortunately, you haven’t let Bucky be around you much in fear of hurting him.

He tells you that you’re not going to hurt him and that even if you did he wouldn’t take it personally, but you just can’t bring yourself to do it. The two of you got into a heated argument a few days ago when he offered to let you use him as a practice dummy for your new powers.

“How dare you suggest something like that to me?!”

“Well, I just meant that -”

“Meant what? How would you feel if I asked you to slap me around like a ragdoll with your metal arm? Make you go Winter Soldier on me?”

“That’s not the same thing, and you know it.”

“Isn’t it though?”

It wasn’t pretty.

It also didn’t help that Bucky was sent on a solo mission recently. He couldn’t tell you much about it, and you didn’t push it, knowing the two of you were still a bit rocky with each other, and knowing that it would only put more stress on you constantly thinking about his mission.

Boy, did you miss him though. You’re glad you put aside your pride to hug and kiss him goodbye, taking in his warmth, his love, his smell, savoring his arms around you and his lips on yours before he left. With the way he held and kissed you, you think he felt the same.

That was two days ago. Alpine has been the one to keep you the most company. She’s gotten big, and it’s a lot more fun to play around with her now. You trail a feather attached to the end of a string around the ground while she tries to pounce after it. A knock at the door doesn’t even pull her attention away from the toy as you let her win and catch it, standing up from your sitting position on the floor.

You open it to reveal Sam in more casual clothes than his regular tactical pants and shirt, and you return the smile he gives you.

“You busy?” He asks.

You look over your shoulder to see Alpine still pawing at the feather on the ground.

“No, I’m not busy, what’s up?”

“Just wanted to hang out, we both got the day off, figured I’d show you the best danishes in New York.”

You’re not sure if Bucky put him up to this or if this is a way to keep you from going batshit being stuck in your room not being able to do anything, but you accept the offer anyway. It’ll be nice to get some air.

“Do you, uhm,” You begin, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“What’s up?” Sam asks, the guy from the VA coming out, encouraging you to tell him.

“Do you know if Bucky’s okay? I haven’t heard from him, is all.” You ask, slipping on some shoes and heading back out into the hallway with Sam.

“I mean, I’m sure he’s fine, why wouldn’t he be?”

“Just that I know these solo missions can be anywhere and he could be doing anything, but I still worry. I didn’t know if you knew where he was or anything.”

He doesn’t. He doesn’t know, because Bucky told him Steve asked him for a few favors and he needed some off time for a couple of days. He thought Bucky was in rural New York. There’s no mission. But he supposes he’s not supposed to tell you that.

“Yeah, I don’t know much about it. Fury’s probably the one behind it.” Fury’s in Florida for his niece’s sixth birthday. He doesn’t tell you that either.

Luckily you accept it and enter the elevator to leave the private floor and go to the common area, able to leave out the backway of the tower.

“Avenger in the building, Captain.”

Sam doesn’t understand. Avenger? Who’s even around anymore?

“Uh, huh? Bucky?”

“No, Captain.”

“Clint?”

“No.”

“Who’s here?”

“Underoos.”

Underoos? Where has he heard that? Isn’t that -

The elevator doors open to the common room, a teenage boy stands with his back towards the two of you. His head whips around in typical teenage fashion and your eyebrows shoot up, unaware that the Avengers recruited teenagers.

“Is that a fucking kid?”

“Peter?” Sam asks, clearly surprised at the boy being in front of him. He hasn’t seen him in years. He wasn’t even sure where he was all this time, assuming he was in school, with his Aunt, but now he’s here.

“Sam! And his lady... friend. How are you?!”

“The lady friend has a name.” You chirp.

“What are you doing here?”

You and Sam speak at the same time. Peter addresses you first, “And your name is…?”

“Uh, Agent 51.” You didn’t think that through.

“Weird name, but alright.”

“Peter.” Sam brings his attention back to his question.

“Who is this guy?” You ask, clearly lost on who this person is and how he’s an Avenger.

“This is Spider-Man.” Sam tells you nonchalantly.

“Uh- Sam?!” Peter exclaims.

“What, she works with us, now. She doesn’t have anyone to tell anyway.”

“Sam?!” You elbow him.

“Why are you here, Peter.” Sam asks again.

“Well, you know, I was in school, doing some stuff here and there for Hill and Fury, and I figured I’d stop by.” He smiles.

You and Sam stare in silent confusion.

“Okay, look. I feel… lost. Like I feel like I’ve come to terms with Tony dying and stuff, but, I don’t know...” Peter finally cuts to the point.

You know very little about Spider-Man. You definitely didn’t know he was a kid, but you also didn’t know that he had some sort of a close relationship with Tony Stark. You’re becoming more and more like Bucky everyday; not knowing who any of these people are, not remembering seemingly important events, hell, not even knowing have these things happened because you were under Hydra.

“Peter, we don’t -”

“I’m not asking for help. More so asking if you have anything for me to do, or something.” His smile falls. You’re definitely confused, but you feel for the guy. You remember feeling lost as a teenager, losing the people you looked up to. And that lost feeling landed you in the Marines and the Marines landed you with a terrorist organization. We should help him, you immediately think.

“I’m sorry, man.” Sam offers. He wants to help Peter, as annoying as he finds him. Being a teenager is hard, and being Spider-Man is harder. But, Sam can’t forget that he’s still a kid in school with only his aunt and a few friends around him. He doesn’t want to put a person like that in the immense danger they throw themselves into, even if he knows he can handle it.

“No worries, I’ll be on my way, then.” Peter nervously scratches at his eyebrow.

“Sure you don’t want to stick around here for a bit? I know the Avengers aren’t much of a thing anymore, but, you always got a room here; a place to stay.” Sam tells him, assuming Peter’s on the verge of having a sort of coming-of-age moment.

“No, no, I need to be with May. I’ll see if I can, uh, maybe stop by more often. Maybe. If that’s alright. Nice to meet you, uh, Miss 51!” He bids farewell before walking away awkwardly, leaving Sam with a sort of sullen look on his face and you still very confused.

“What was that whole thing about?” You finally break the silence as you two make your way towards the private garage elevators.

“I’ll tell you over danishes.”

Bucky plants his fist into the HYDRA soldier’s face for the sixth time, the sound of metal hitting flesh making a slushy sound with little clanks, signifying teeth hitting the floor.

“This is the last time I ask you before I kill you. Where is Bychkov, Morozov, and that fuck with metal arms?” He pants beneath the black mask and goggles, an outfit he hadn’t dawned in so long.

Your list is heavy in his pocket, he thinks about the names he’s already crossed off and few he has left. He’s not going to stop until he finds the handlers that captured you and the supposed soldier with metal arms that shot you, details you only mentioned to him once after a nightmare that he refused to ever forget.

“They… went back… to base… in Kiev. Just… north of it.” He struggles out.

One step closer. Bucky stands taller, letting the man slump on the ground, and he reaches for the knife at his thigh.

“Wait! I - I told you… where they went!”

“I was going to kill you whether you told me or not, you Nazi fuck.” Is all he says before he slashes the knife, ending the bastard’s life.

Leaving the man’s home, he rounds a corner into the night and replaces his knife, taking out a pen in one of his many pockets as well as your list.

He crosses off Antonov, looking down at the four remaining names, two of which were the men that did this to you.

He takes a breath, the layers of leather and kevlar straining over his muscles as he sighs. He never thought he’d be hunting people down like this, Nazi or not. He never thought he’d have this black mask and these goggles over his eyes. But he also never thought HYDRA would touch the love of his life the way they did; never thought they’d put you in that chair.

So, now, he’s only getting revenge. It’s the least he can do after this organization has stolen his life, kept him from seeing his family forever, took his arm, gave him PTSD, gave his girlfriend PTSD and injected her with who knows what only to put her in that goddamn chair.

While he never thought he’d be in this position, they asked for it, and he’s not sorry.

On to the next name.

[workofmark]

NCT/WAYV Members as TEACHERS

[a/n: take a shot everytime i say passionate. also this is only part one! i’ll do the other members another day lol. sorry if it sucks. lmk what kind of teachers you think the boys would be!] / masterlist.

Moon Taeil - High School PE

they’re always playing a new sport every week

probably shows up early to work out and shower

“oh mickey you’re so fine hey mickey!”

likes to encourage his students to do their best

has the pacer test monologue memorized by heart

plays the sports with his students!

blasts rad ass music

lots of field days with lots of fun

saw one of his kids eating chips after class once and asked for some lol

“even if you walk the mile, that’s still a mile further in your shoes”

Seo Johnny - High School Speech

is very confident in front of his class and gives good pointers on how to give good presentations/speeches

is willing to do one-on-one presentations if you’re too shy in front of the class (you can also bring a friend if you’re scared to just present in front of him!)

offers snacks to his students

serious when it comes to his class work but also very understanding and laid back

“confidence comes from not being right, but from not fearing to be wrong!”

Jung Jaehyun - Middle School English

always comes to school wearing a nice dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up

students have a hard time paying attention because he’s so handsome

hands out smarties the day of finals because his students are “smarties”

always smiling and encouraging his students to answer questions even if they’re wrong

spent a month on just romeo and juliet because that’s THE love story in his eyes

has the best playlist and plays it softly during class

“i went to college for four years, that’s why i’m here man!”

Kim Doyoung - High School Theater

one of the “cool” teachers

students like him because he’s one of those teachers who are sarcastic and witty

the class watches Les Miserable for the final but the live one because he doesn’t like hugh jackman

will not hesitate to put a student in his place

probably runs the choir too if we’re being honest

lowkey doesn’t know why he had to choose teaching if he doesn’t like waking up so early

“when does summer break start again?”

Xiao Jun - High School Music

so passionate about teaching

he knows when a student has a “musician’s soul”

walks around with a guitar strapped to his back

sings happy birthday to a student if he hears it’s their birthday

a super funny guy

organizes things like singing valentines! (like a candy gram but you can hire his students to go sing a love song to your valentine during classes)

always on the panel for the talent shows because he LOVES seeing other students who he doesn’t have play music

“music’s in my soul. and i can feel it everyday and every night. it’s the one thing on my mind.”

Mark Lee - Middle School Science

he’s one of the younger teachers that students have crushes on

sort of awkward

tells lame science jokes during class that nobody understands

but he’s really passionate and that’s what his students love about him

his final is probably the rollercoaster project (where students make rollercoasters out of paper and send a marble down it. takes a month to complete but it’s super fun guys. idk if only my school did that but-)

surprises people with how knowledgeable he actually is because he’s so timid sometimes

“so...yall wanna blow something up today?”

Ten - Dance

his dance team >>>

another one who is super passionate about what he does

takes in all kinds of dancers. people who have just started that school year and people who have danced all their life.

he doesn’t shame anyone on their abilities

LOVES seeing his students improve

like he’s so patient with them and doesn’t mind going over choreography a billion times

“everyone likes to dance. why not get a credit for it?”

Lee Taeyong - Kindergarten

very loving and kind for his students

has all of their birthdays written down and makes his kids a special treat for their special day

very hands on and willing to get glitter all over his hair if it means his students will laugh

notices when a student is having a bad day and talks with them until they cheer up

music time where they play music and dance around

always encouraging them

if a student gets something wrong, he won’t shame them. he’ll just say

“that’s a very good guess!” and high five them

“this is our future! teach them love and they will learn nothing but love!”

[poisonouskunoichi-blog]

let’s put some positivity on the dash

some self reflection, new years resolutions, and a thread tracker

first of all, hey ubr! hows everyone doing? that’s cool, that’s cool.

ive been planning on making this ramble of words for awhile but it was actually yesterday’s voice chat that got that introspection flowing again.

im splitting this whole monstrosity into parts so only read the ones that you feel like lmao

getting more activity

i feel like there’s a problem in this (being all of pokemon, not just ubr) rping community BUT!!! its one that can worked on and sorted out if we’re all willing to idk look at ourselves and our flaws and work to be better and more compassionate people?? maybe who knows.

now before i get started i want to acknowledge i am ACTIVELY APART OF THE PROBLEM. i have not posted on either of my muses in over a week. i have sat at my computer multiple times this week to do my replies/starters and i find myself paralyzed each time. and yet at the same time, i have been flooding the ic with my dumb antics, which i can do for hours.

so what’s going on here? i know im not the only one who feels this way. ive heard from multiple people that working on replies stresses them out, or they feel bad that they owe people, or they apologize for taking so long. and im just sitting here like “isn’t this supposed to be fun?”

again, this is across the board. i left a previous pokemon group because i couldnt keep up with all the replies, but then i immediately went and joined a rp in a different fandom because it was much more low stress. but what made it less stress? well, the replies weren’t as long for one thing. each reply would be 1-4 paragraphs AT MOST and they were almost always dialogue and character interaction. in the 10 months i was in a pokemon rp, i only ever finished two threads, with 2-3 replies a week. in the 10 months of this other rp, i finished dozens of threads, with 5-10 replies A DAY. my characters developed so much more and they had a lot of room to foster relationships that changed and evolved over time, something that i don’t feel happens as naturally here.

the pokemon rp community is filled with tons of talented writers and i think that’s part of our problem. we work so hard to match our partner’s length, or live up to the length and quality of our peers, that we become paralyzed. if you can’t get out the perfect reply or just a reply that fits your own incredibly high standards, then nothing gets out at all. so you either get out the bare minimum to make activity (if that), or you find yourself on perpetual hiatus. i know ive been there.

when it comes to rp, i for one care much more about character development and interaction than the quality of the writing. of course there’s still a level of literacy i want to keep, but if i have to sacrifice prose for the sake of finishing threads more quickly and having more things happen with my characters? yes please.

so that’s what i’ll be doing. my replies from now on are likely going to be shorter than what i’ve been putting out previously, and probably not as pretty or detailed. if that’s not what you’re looking for in a rp, i understand!! different people want different things, and im not asking everyone to follow my lead here. but if you relate to any of the experiences i just described, id encourage you to look at yourself and ask what you want most out of this activity we do for fun, and focus on that. i feel like a lot of what we do here is just following the norms and standards of our peers, and that isn’t going to change until we change ourselves.

ubr is a pretty cool group

WITH THAT OUT OF THE WAY, i just wanted to put out the appreciation i have for this group. its been made perfectly clear that not everyone feels this way, but i feel like ive been pretty welcomed and accepted in this group. like ive mentioned before, ive been in a lot of rp groups in my past. ive seen what fake openness and positivity looks like. but thus far, people have interacted with me in the group chat, in ic, and plotted with me in friendly, lovely ways. theyve seemed to like my muses a lot which is really cool! and overall, ive been having a good time so far.

and i recognize that that’s because i put myself out there. this is a lesson ive learned the hard way in my various rp groups: if you don’t put yourself out there, people will not pay attention to you. and sometimes they won’t, even if you do. that’s kind of just the nature of rp groups. every rp group ive been in has been perfectly fine and functional even after ive left, and im sure if i left ubr tomorrow, it would be the same. would people be sad? potentially! i know ive been sad to see people go. but life moves on.

but that doesnt make the experiences we have in the present any less valuable!! and for the time being, people here have been very loving and accepting towards me. the few times ive asked for support through dms, ive been given it. today, my father told me that it sounded like i had a good time last night (in the vc). and i did!! i did really have a good time. trying to fit into new rp groups can be pretty awkward but i think yall do a good job of letting people in.

i also want to put my appreciation out there for the mods and everything you do. again, ive dealt with actually cruel and controlling mods, and those experiences have not been fun. considering how big this group is, i feel like the organization and speediness of replies is pretty astounding. the winter event was super fun and super well done and im excited to see what you guys have in store for the future!!

is the group perfect? no. like i said, i think there’s an activity problem. there is sometimes a communication problem. there are the problems that plague all rp groups, such as integrating new people, making everyone feel welcomed, etc. but there are mature, rational ways to deal with these, and most of them involve looking at ourselves and resolving to make ourselves and the group better. and for the most part, i get that vibe from a lot of people.

and if that makes me a cultish puppet or whatever--instead of a grown ass adult who can think for themselves and actually just wants to help foster positive change instead of immature callout posts--then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

thread tracker

NOW WITH ALL THAT SAID, time to get down to the nitty gritty of it. first off, im sorry to those who i was threading/plotting with fennel. my eyes were bigger than my muse with her, and the drive fell apart pretty quick. right now, i want to focus on these two and getting a more steady stream of activity. if you still want to thread with janine or marshal, lmk!!

janine:

iou: fire, cheren

uoi: ethan, cynthia (starter), lance

plotting with: will(?)

marshal:

iou: caitlin

uoi: cheren (starter)

plotting with: thorton/hau(?), cynthia, dulse

as you can see, i don’t have a ton of threads. i mentioned a communication problem earlier, and i think im apart of that as well. im going to try and make more of an effort to respond to peoples starter calls, maybe try to respond to an open here and there, and just branch out in general. i hope yall do the same!! please hmu here or on discord if you want to plot out something with my babs!!

in conclusion

WOOOOOO that was a long post! thanks for coming along for the ride. i love yall and im hoping to make myself a better rper and contribute to an overall better group in 2018!! see yah then!!!

[golbrocklovely]

the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter four

A/N: hey yall! life update: i have a job now! it’s part time, thank god, and so far i don’t completely hate it, which is good. hopefully it won’t get too hectic, but we shall see. anyway, i hope you are liking this series so far. let me know what you think about it. also lmk if you want to be added to the taglist. hope you enjoy this chapter. alrighty, i’ll see yall later :)

story description

taglist: @far-to-many-bands , @idfk-tbh-oops , @muted-mayham , @ughwhyislifesohard , @justtanerd , @ashyoungxblood ,  @cmburgos

trigger warning: cursing, being hunted??, mentions of killing/murder

word count: 1693

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My apartment had been trashed, everything torn up and thrown all over the place. Sam stayed with me for two hours, scoping it out and making sure everything was back in its place.

Nothing of mines was taken. It just looked like someone broke in to make a mess and leave.

Sam believed it was vamp. I wasn’t sure what to think.

After barely getting any sleep, I wasn’t too excited to go to work. But at least I would be surrounded by people and not by myself, left alone to think of what could have broken in.

I filled Ronnie in on some of my crazy adventures from the past two-ish days.

“How is it you have all the fun on your days off?” Ronnie whined, cleaning a glass.

I scoffed. “I highly doubt getting almost killed by a vampire, and then having one break into my place ‘fun’, Ronnie.”

“At least it’s more interesting than me laying around and watching Real Housewives.” She joked. “So, all of these guys work at Trapp Haus and that’s how you met them?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Got my own connection which is how I was able to skip the line that usually wraps around the whole block.”

“I swear I’ve never heard of any of them before. Are they all bartenders or something?” She asked, starting a new order.

“Um, I think some of them are.” I lied. “One or two might work in the business side of the place, since they’re vamps.”

“I’ll have to go there next human night. Colby sounds pretty hot.” Ronnie smirked.

“I mean he is, but he’s kinda a dick.” I huffed.

“Well, all the hot ones are. Besides, he does have a soft side: he did save you.”

“I guess so…”

The night moved slowly, not too many patrons on a Sunday-Monday evening. I was so happy to finally have my break, being able to step outside and get some fresh air.

I took a deep breath as I looked up into the night sky.

What the fuck had my life turn into?

I shook my head, leaning my back against the brick wall of the bar. I stared into the parking lot, my eyes fixating on the dark. Through the trees that surrounded the lot, I saw the outline of a man.

I squinted my eyes, trying to see if I was seeing things. The figured disappeared as I blinked. I relaxed a little, annoyed at my own paranoia.

Maybe I am going crazy…

I stood up and went to walk back in. As I went to open the door, I heard a low growl come from behind me.

The hair on the back of my neck shot up. I could feel a presence behind me. I didn’t want to turn around, but I knew I had to. I twisted around slowly, my heartbeat speeding up faster and faster.

Nothing was behind me.

I looked around, my anxiety still at its peak. I knew I heard something; but nothing, no one, was there.

I spun back around. A man stood in front of the door. All I could see of him was his glowing red eyes and shiny fangs. He jumped forward with his hands reaching for my neck. A scream ripped from my throat.

I fell to the ground with a loud thump. He was no longer around me, I was alone once again. I scrambled back onto my feet, glancing hastily at the parking lot. I heard a dark chuckle come from the darkness. My eyes widen as I yanked the door opened and slammed it shut, locking it tight. I leaned my back against the door, trying to catch my breath.

He reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t think of who.

I ran to Roger’s office, needing an answer. There was a drawer in his desk, where all the receipts were kept from every night. Roger was very meticulous about it. I grabbed the folder from the previous night I worked. I flipped through all of them until I landed on the one I knew it had to be.

Cyrus Gladstone.

He was Blondie’s… Jasper’s… friend. He knew.

Jasper was dead. And he knew I was the one that got him killed.

Fuck.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, dialing the only number I knew could help me.

“Sam… I need you again.”

~ \/ \/ ~

"How many tips did you make tonight?" I asked, counting out mine again.

Ronnie sighed. "About $20. You?"

"$35." I muttered.

"Ugh, that's not fair. I swear, your blood must smell like a fucking bakery with how many tips you get." She laughed.

"Ain't I lucky." I hissed jokingly.

The door to the bar rang open. Both Ronnie and I sighed. "Sorry, we're closed."

"I'm not here for a drink." A deep voice replied, stepping around the corner.

I turned to face the voice and realized who it was. "Colby..."

"That's Colby?" Ronnie exclaimed quietly. She leaned closer to my ear. "Holy shit he's hot."

"Shhh." I elbowed her lightly, turning back to Colby. "Uh, hey. Are you here to escort me home?"

"Actually, I'm taking you back to our place.” He informed, his hands sliding into his pockets.

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Oh? Okay."

"I'll see you later, Jade. Have fun." Ronnie mumbled, smirking at me and walking to the back to grab her stuff.

"Uh, let's head out." I nodded my head at Colby, slinging my bag over me.

As we walked into the parking lot, Colby stopped me. "Are we really gonna take your car to the club? It's only a couple blocks down."

I scoffed. "I'm sorry... what do you expect me to do? I can't leave my car here."

"Running would be faster." He stated.

"If I was also a vampire." I fumed.

Colby growled, his fangs prominent. "I could turn you into one."

"Shut up and just get in my car." I retorted.

I opened my car door and slid into the seat. Colby stood in the parking lot, glaring at me.

"Are you getting in or not?" I huffed.

He didn't respond.

Who pissed in his Cheerios today?

I rolled my eyes, driving away. "Whatever. I'll meet you back at the Trapp Haus."

I glanced at my rear view mirror, seeing Colby was already gone. I drove, the streets being close to empty since it was so late. I finally got to the Trapp Haus, pulling into the parking lot. Colby had his back rested against the entrance, scrolling through his phone.

I alarmed my car and strolled up to him. "Why exactly am I here?"

"Sam wanted to talk with me and you. That's all he's told me." He remarked. I followed him up the apartment. Walking in, Sam sat on one of the couches, looking up at us.

"Oh good, I was wondering when you were getting here." Sam spoke, smiling.

"So... what do you gotta tell us?" Colby asked.

"Well, I think we have all concluded that Cyrus is after you because of Jasper's death.” Sam admitted.

I nodded my head. “Yeah.”

“He's most likely the person that broke into your apartment. He's trying to get inside your head. Make you feel uncomfortable and nervous.” Sam responded, stepping towards us.

“So, he's playing with his food?” Colby smirked.

Sam and I both glared at him. “Colby... really?”

His lips folded into a tight line. “Sorry.”

Sam sighed. “Anyway, because of this, I want you to stay here until we can hunt him down and kill him.”

“What?” Colby questioned, his arms crossing.

“Dude, let's be honest here. She's not safe. And unless you want to stand guard at her place until he comes a-knocking, it would just be better if she was here.” Sam argued, turning to Colby.

“No, it wouldn't.” Colby grabbed Sam’s arm, pulling him away from me. “Don't you think we've done enough?”

“How?” Sam inquired.

“How are we gonna find where he is? Unless he's living in LA, which may not be the case, he could be anywhere. Are you expecting me to run around the whole fucking city looking for him?” Colby ranted, his voice deep.

Sam scoffed. “What else are we supposed to do? Leave Jade for dead?”

“Yes! We've already done enough. We’ve never gone this far for someone unless they're family. And she's not.”

My heart dropped as Colby's eyes landed on me. They were cold. Unfriendly.

“We can't leave her now. I won't leave her now.” Sam objected.

“We don't even know if he's hunting her. He could just be dicking around.” Colby hissed.

“Or he could be hunting her. We don't know Jasper and Cyrus’ relationship. If someone killed me, you would hunt them down.” Sam stated.

Colby paused for a second, rolling his eyes. “Fine. But how long is she gonna be here?”

“Until you find out where he is.” Sam smirked.

Colby groaned. “Do you wanna give me a clue as to where he could be?”

“Mike talked to a couple of his buddies on the south side. Apparently that where he likes to hang out at. So, snoop around, see what comes up.” Sam replied. He then turned to me. “Jade?”

I cleared my throat. “Yeah?”

“You're gonna sleep in my room until this is all sorted out.” He explained.

I stammered. “No. I can sleep-”

Sam cut me off. “I insist. Besides, it won't be the first time I've fallen asleep on the couch. I'm gonna go get you some clothes to change into. Tomorrow I'll head over with you to your place and we'll pick up some of your stuff.”

I smiled lightly. “Okay.”

Sam left to go into his room. I stared at Colby as he sat down on the couch, sighing deeply.

I stepped over to him, staying a few feet away.

He finally glanced up at me. "What?"

"You really hate me that much." I knew it was true.

My eyes never left his. He just looked at me with an almost sad glimmer.

"Jade?" Sam called.

"Coming." I answered, turning my head away from Colby.

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