#my two life long special interests r colliding

[doctorwhommm]

adding doctor who to the long tradition of media with absolutely shockingly bad beatles wigs

[criminalmindzjunkie]

Unlucky in Love

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Gif credit to @ogledalo-moje-duse​

Summary: Spencer is unlucky in love - until he isn’t.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, some suggestive content

Word Count: 3.4k

           Spencer Reid is, by most people’s definition, unlucky in love.

           It wasn’t for lack of trying. In his early twenties, Spencer often caught himself fantasizing about being on the receiving end of some great storybook romance straight out of one of the classic novels on his bookshelf. On the rare occurrence where his mind was able to slow down long enough, Spencer would daydream about what his future partner would be like. Would they share his fondness for the written word, or his penchant for foreign cinema? Would they find his tendency to go off on tangents endearing and his less than fashionable style of dress charming? Spencer liked to think so, but the likelihood of finding someone who could accept him despite all of his quirks seemed low.

           But still he hoped, even though he knew hope was a dangerous thing. Hope gave life to the possibility of disappointment – and if there was one thing Spencer did not need more of, it was that.

           Spencer Reid was in love with the idea of love – obsessed with the idea of his soul intertwining with someone else’s. But with his thirtieth birthday quickly approaching and absolutely no prospective love interests in sight, Spencer was feeling more than a little disheartened. It certainly didn’t help that everywhere he turned, love was running rampant. Hotch had Beth, Penelope had Kevin, Jennifer had Will, and Morgan had… any number of possible partners. Emily and Rossi were both unattached, but happily so in a way that Spencer just couldn’t quite manage.

           It wasn’t that he didn’t like seeing the people around him happy – it was just that he couldn’t help but wonder when he’d finally get his chance at love.

           A month before Spencer’s thirtieth birthday, everything changes.

           When a member of Garcia’s victims’ support group goes missing, it’s all hands on deck at the BAU. It’s not that they’d give any less than one hundred percent on any other given day, but as with any case that hits close to home, everyone on the team is in a frenzy trying to put the pieces together. The thing that makes this case different is the fact that people from other departments are quick to lend a hand. It comes as no surprise to Spencer – Penelope is a social butterfly by nature. She made it her business to know and befriend everyone in the building. Her sunny disposition is hard not to love, and her current distress had garnered the support of more than a few non-team members.

           By the time the case wraps up, the bullpen is much busier and, much to Spencer’s chagrin, much louder than usual. The steady influx of people has Spencer’s head spinning and he can’t seem to focus on the papers sitting in front of him. What should take him thirty seconds to read has almost taken twenty minutes, and at this point the words on the paper are all running together. Spencer knows that it doesn’t help that he’s running on less than three hours of sleep, as evidenced by the frequency of his yawns. Worse even is the fact that his coffee cup is empty and no, he thinks, that simply will not do. With a sigh Spencer pushes away from his desk, bones creaking as he stands.

           With his coffee cup in hand, Spencer shuffles to the breakroom. He goes through the motions of preparing his drink, lazily stirring in the mountain of sugar before turning to leave.

           Spencer supposes that if it weren’t for the fact that he was horribly sleep deprived, he would’ve seen you walking down the hallway. But alas, Spencer’s alertness had been compromised by poor sleeping habits, and he isn’t aware of your presence until his body is colliding with yours and his hot coffee is dripping down the front of your blouse.

           “Ouch,” you whimper, and Spencer is immediately overwhelmed with guilt.

           “O-Oh my God, I am so sorry,” he splutters. Without waiting for a response, Spencer’s rushing into the break room and procuring a thick stack of napkins. The part of his brain that controls logical thinking is apparently overrun by the onset of his mortification, and in an act of absolutely panic, he begins to dab at the stains with one of the napkins.

           “I-I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m so so sorry,” Spencer stutters out, frantically attempting to blot the stain. “I’ll give you money for a new shirt. A-Actually, you should probably take this one off.  The best way to treat scalds is to immediately get the person away from the heat source. You should also run some cold water over it.”

           In his hurry to rectify his mistake, Spencer hadn’t managed to take a good look at you. When his eyes leave the stain in favor of looking at your face, he prepares himself to see anger there. What he doesn’t expect is for your face to be just as flushed as his, with eye brows raised in shock.

          Spencer also doesn’t expect this to be the moment he’s been waiting on his entire life, but one look into your eyes tells him this is it - this is your person.

           Stunned into a stupor, Spencer stills, eyes boring into your own. You’re even more beautiful than he’d dared to let himself imagine, but in all honesty that didn’t matter much. What matters is the fact that there’s a faint hint of smile lines etched into your skin, and your eyes are so inherently kind that Spencer has no doubt that you’re as gentle as you are alluring. Your benevolence is also evidenced by the fact that you hadn’t immediately begun to yell at him, and for that he is thankful.

           Spencer’s revelation renders him unable to form any semblance of thought, and before he knows it almost a solid minute of him gaping at you passes. You begin to squirm uncomfortably under his gaze.

           “I, uh, appreciate the help, and you seem like a nice enough guy, but your hand is on my boob and I kind of make it a point to not let strangers touch the goods. So, if you don’t mind,” you stammer, looking pointedly at his hand that is still pressing a napkin to your chest. Spencer recoils as if he’s the one that’s been scalded.

           “I-I didn’t mean to, um, t-touch your -,” Spencer gulps, “- chest. I swear I was just trying to get the stain out. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he chokes out. Spencer had imagined the moment he’d come face to face with his person a million times, and none of his daydreams had accounted for the possibility of him giving her second degree burns and inadvertently copping a feel. His emotions fell somewhere between mortification and elation.

           “Mm likely story,” you murmur, lips upturning into a smile that has Spencer feeling weak in the knees. Spencer practically swoons. “Do you make it a habit to ask strangers to take their tops off, or am I just special?”

           Oh God, had I really suggested that? Spencer cringes and wonders what good an IQ as high as his was when it seemed to fail him at times like these. Speaking to women had never been a specialty of his, despite Derek’s coaching, and Spencer was floundering to come up with an acceptable response.

           You are the most special woman in the world, probably. Nope – too creepy, and Spencer definitely doesn’t want to scare you off. Not when he’s been waiting the better part of thirty years to meet you.

           I didn’t mean to insinuate that you should take off your shirt, but I also wouldn’t particularly mind if you did. Even worse – that would certainly earn him a stern talking to from HR.

           Spencer decides to go for the honest approach.

           “I-I’m not sure how to answer that.”

           His honesty draws a laugh from you, and Spencer loves the sound so much that he decides then that he’ll never tell a lie again. You shake your head at him and reach for the napkins that he still has clutched in his hands.

           “What’s your name?” you ask him as you continue his earlier efforts to sop up the coffee.

           It’s probably the easiest question he’s ever been asked. That doesn’t stop him from making a fool out of himself, though.

           “I’m Doctor Spencer R-Reid. Uh, I’m Spencer. Y-You don’t have to call me Doctor.”

           Someone please put me out of my misery.

           Your eyes meet his again and he can tell that you’re holding back a laugh.

           “Okay, then, Spencer,” you say as you discard the napkins in a nearby trash bin. “I’m Y/N.” You punctuate your words with an outstretched hand, and before Spencer can think better of it, the usual spiel come tumbling out of his mouth.

           “The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss.”

           Your lower your hand and cock your head to the side.

           “Are you always this forward, Doctor Reid?” you tease him, eyes flashing amusedly.

           “I-I didn’t mean that we should kiss,” Spencer interjects, cringing at the way his voice has suddenly raised in pitch. “N-Not that I wouldn’t kiss you! I-I’m sure that kissing you would be really n-nice. I just meant that… you know. Germs.”

           Are you there, God? It’s me, Spencer. A hole opening up in the ground and swallowing me up would be great.

           To Spencer’s delight, you don’t seem offended in the slightest.

           “I cannot believe that they’ve been hiding you up here, Spencer Reid. I should’ve come to visit Penny years ago.”

           Wait – what?

           “You work here?”

           You nod.

           “I work on the floor below this one – sex crimes,” you explain.

           “For how long?”

           “Coming up on three years now.”

           Three years. You’d been right under Spencer’s nose for three years and he hadn’t the slightest clue. You’d parked your car in the same parking garage and taken the same elevator as he! How many times had your paths nearly crossed in the last three years? If he’d been just a little bit earlier or a little bit later getting into work, might the two of you met earlier? The possibility of it was maddening.

           “Oh, wow. I-I’ve never seen you,” Spencer mutters lamely. But miraculously, you don’t think he’s lame, if your response is any indication.

           “Nor I you, Doc. It’s a shame, too. You’re a funny guy.”

           Spencer Reid has been called a lot of things in his lifetime – funny was never one of them.

           “Y-Yeah. I’m a real riot at parties,” he deadpans.            “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” you hum, and Spencer really hopes that you mean it. “Would you mind escorting me to Penelope’s office?”

           Spencer nods, and the two of you fall in step together. Spencer’s wracking his brain again for something – anything- he could say to fill the silence. Thankfully, you don’t seem quite as inept at conversing as he, and you beat him to it.

           “You look a little young yourself, Spencer. How long have you worked here?”

           “Uh, I’ve actually worked here for almost eight years. I started when I was twenty-two.”

           Your eyebrows raise in shock.

           “Twenty-two, huh? That makes you – what? Thirty now? I wouldn’t put you a day past twenty-five,” you muse, and Spencer isn’t quite sure what to make of that. You must pick up on the conflicted look on his face, because you clarify. “That’s a good thing, Doc. I hope I look as good as you do when I’m thirty.”

           Spencer has to remind himself how to breathe.

           “I’m not thirty yet. Technically I have twenty-three more days. I could have a rapid decline in attractiveness by then.”

           Spencer’s not usually one to try to be funny, but she seems to have a good sense of humor and he wants to impress you in any way he can.

           “I guess I’ll have to swing back by in twenty-three days and find out.”

           The two of you come to a stop in front of Penelope’s office and Spencer tries not to look as disappointed as he feels. He doesn’t want your meeting to come to an end – not when there’s so much about you that he wants to know. He wants to ask about your opinion on books and obscure foreign films and most importantly, Spencer wants to know what you think about him. Did meeting him affect you in the same way it did him? Did you secretly wish to make this moment last, too?

           Spencer wants to say so much, but he can’t. He’s too awkward and too scared and too nervous to find the right words. So instead, he gives you a tight-lipped smile.

           “I’m sorry about your blouse. Can I please give you the money to buy a new one? I feel like it’s the least I can do.”

           “Absolutely not. It’s really not that big of a deal. Didn’t even really care for the shirt, if I’m being honest. Red really isn’t my color.”

           Spencer wants to tell you how wrong you are – that he’s infinitely certain that you’d look irresistible in any color – but he doesn’t.

           You reach for the door knob, and Spencer’s shoulders slump.

           “It was nice meeting you, Spencer.”

           And then you’re gone, and Spencer can’t help but think that he royally fucked up the most important introduction of his entire life.

--

           When Spencer envisioned how his life would look at age thirty, he’d imagined it being a lot different than it is now. He’d hoped to use his intelligence for something great – finding a way to cure Alzheimer’s had been his main aspiration. Yet, here he was, thirty years old with nothing more than three PhDs to his name. He’d accomplished nothing of great significance, and the idea of having wasted his intelligence was eating away at him.

           In short, Spencer Reid was in a bit of a funk.

           It didn’t help that he hadn’t seen you since that fateful day in the bullpen. Spencer had contemplated paying you a visit, but the lingering embarrassment over his actions kept him from reaching out. He didn’t think he could handle how badly a rejection from you would hurt, so instead he sulked around the office and wallowed in his own self-deprecation.

           Spencer’s birthday wasn’t something he tended to advertise. From a young age, he’d chosen to observe it silently. Usually, his mother would forget, and he never really had any friends to celebrate with, so the day was always rather unimportant to him. Perhaps he would order takeout and gorge himself on greasy food while he sat alone in his apartment. It had been good enough for him last year, and he supposed it would have to suffice this year as well.

           He made it a point not to mention it to his coworkers, and the day passed by just as any other day. By the time five o clock rolled around, Spencer was waving a goodbye to his coworkers and heading out the door. As he waits for the elevator, he debates on whether to order Thai food or pizza for dinner.

           Just as he settles on Thai, the elevator doors open.

           “Oh, thank God, I was worried that you had left already!”

           Before Spencer can get over the initial shock of seeing you, you’re stepping out of the elevator and into his space, an excited smile on your lips. And then you’re holding out your hand, and Spencer’s almost moved to tears when he sees you wielding a single chocolate cupcake.

           “I wasn’t sure if you’d like chocolate or vanilla better, so I went with my gut. I get the feeling you’re a chocolate kind of guy,” you say, eyes shining as you look up at him. “So, was I right?”

           “You brought this for me?” Spencer asks, voice barely above a whisper. He can’t fathom it – that you had spared him any thought past your initial meeting. Spencer had surely expected you to forget about him entirely. Either that, or you’d written him off as someone to be avoided.

           You nod.

           “Of course, I did. It’s your birthday. Everyone deserves something sweet on their birthday.” You pause, the smile dropping from your face. “It is your birthday, right? I didn’t miss it, did I?”

           Spencer is slow to shake his head.

           “N-No, you didn’t miss it. I’m just surprised you remembered.”

           You chuckled softly.

           “You’re very unforgettable, Doctor Reid,” you say, and Spencer’s heart flutters in his chest. “And you didn’t answer my question.” You gesture to the cupcake expectantly.

          ��“Chocolate is my favorite,” Spencer breathes out, raising a shaky hand and taking it from her. “I… Thank you. You didn’t have to do this. It’s not that big of a deal.”

           “Are you kidding me? You’re turning thirty. That’s a very big deal, Doc.,” you argue, and Spencer gives you a tentative smile.

           “If you say so.”

           “I do,” you smirk, before hitting the button to open the elevator doors. “So, do you have any big plans to celebrate?”

           The doors open and you and Spencer file into the elevator together– an event three years in the making.

           “Not really. I was just going to order some food and stay in,” Spencer says before taking a bite of the cupcake. It tastes wonderful – better than a store-bought cupcake could ever be. This cupcake was undoubtably made from scratch, and the thought of you taking the time out of your day to bake something for him makes him feel weak at the knees. Pair that with the way you’re looking up at him and Spencer worries he might collapse.

           “What kind of food?”

           “Thai,” Spencer says around the mouthful of cake.

           “Mm,” you hum. “You know – I happen to love Thai food. And I also happen to not have any plans for the evening.”

           Even Spencer, who struggles to decipher the simplest of social cues, can deduce that you are insinuating that you want to spend the evening with him. He’s thankful, then, that he had already swallowed the bite of cupcake, because there’s no doubt in his mind that he’d have choked on it. Spencer gapes at you, but your gaze is unwavering and your body language gives no indication that you were joking.

           “D-Do… Do you want to, uh, come over?” Spencer trips over his words more times than any grown man should, but in his defense, he isn’t exactly well versed in matters like this.

           “Do you want me to come over?”

           “Yes.” Spencer answers so quickly that it should be embarrassing, but it’s hard to feel anything but happy when you’re looking at him like that.

           “Then in that case, I thought you’d never ask,” you sigh dramatically, and then the door opens up and you link your arm with his. “You know, I was beginning to think I’d never see you again. I’ve been driving Penelope crazy asking about you, Doc.”

           “You’ve been asking about me?” Spencer asks, incredulous.

           “Absolutely. It’s not every day that you meet a guy who has the audacity to feel you up and ask you to undress within the first five minutes. I just had to know more,” you tease, and Spencer can’t help but laugh. Despite the cold air of the parking garage, Spencer feels warm – warmer than he’s ever felt and he knows that it has everything to do with the way you’ve pressed yourself against his side.

           “In that case, I’m very glad I spilled my coffee on you,” Spencer says and you let out a snort.

           “Yeah, I could’ve done without that part. And the part where you called me germy.”

           “I did not mean it like that,” Spencer insists. You hum and detach yourself from him, and Spencer instantly misses the contact.

           “Because it’s your birthday, I’ll let you off the hook,” you announce, making your way to the other side of his car, all while never taking your eyes off him. “And if you’re lucky, birthday boy, I might just be willing to test that theory of yours.”

           Spencer cocks his head to the side.

           “Theory?”

           You nod, and the smile that creeps across your face is the best birthday present he’s ever gotten.

           “You said you thought kissing me would be nice. I think we should find out.”

           Spencer Reid is, by most people’s definition, unlucky in love. But as he steals glances at you on the way to his apartment, his chest swells with a hope that maybe – just maybe – his luck is about to change.

[danurso]

That's pretty D.U.M.B

Part 0 - Part 1 - Part 2

Oobleck: Which one of you is going next!?

Ruby: . . .do. . .do we have to doctor?

Oobleck: what do you mean miss rose?

Ruby: i mean that you already tested and found out that the machine works, couldn't we stop here?

Oobleck: OF COURSE NOT!!! science has in its basis constant testing! one single success can't let any scientist or researcher like me satisfied! Why did you suggest that miss rose!?

Ruby: it's just. . .i don't know, the other Weiss seemed nice but, Jaune was a bit. . .

_WBY/J_P_: Rude?/Mean?/Stuck up?/S-scary?/Abrasive?

Ruby: yeah, all of that, what if we bring another jaune like that? Or one even worse?

Oobleck: Well, considering the infinite possibilities out there, it wouldn't be impossible to bring other Mr.arcs like the previous one, but the same way a bad Mr.arc can show up, a good one can as well.

Yang: yeah. plus, we're talking about vomit boy, how many evil versions of him can be out there?

Ruby: i don't know, and i honestly don't wanna find out.

Yang: come on, he wasn't that bad, he was just like weiss cream would be if she was a boy but still had to deal with her period 24/7 and weiss cream was just like jaune if he was a girl, which, i think wouldn't change much aside from what's between his legs.

Jaune/Weiss: HEY!

Ruby: still, i'm not sure if we should keep going.

Yang: Come on, what if the next Jaune that comes up is a reaper that uses a cool gun just like yours?

Ruby: . . .it sounds cool, but still. . .i don't know about it.

Yang: *sigh* welp, then i think i'll have to go next.

Ruby: w-what? Yang you-

Yang: relax, considering what happened last time this Jaune is probably going to be a cool brawler who loves parties like i do.

Oobleck: while that is indeed a possibility ms. Xiao long, i wouldn't take it for granted until we see who's coming through the D.U.M.B.

Yang: welp, only one way to find out, right? *walks up to the D.U.M.B* you're coming vomit boy?

Jaune: err, can't we just listen to ruby and stop here?

Yang: you too? C'mon, man up vomit boy! Its gonna be fun!

Jaune: you only say that because you weren't the one watching a mirror version of you looking at you like a pathetic little bug, i'm not looking forward to that again.

Yang: come on, how bad can the next you be?

Jaune: i have no idea.

Yang: and that's why we have to find out! *holds jaune's arm and drags him to the D.U.M.B, placing both of their hands on the device*

Jaune: w-wait, yang i-

Suddenly, the device lights up with an yellow aura similar to yang's, before it fades away.

Blake: and it did it again.

Weiss: *sitting behind a table* i am not taking another explosion.

Ruby: *hiding behind weiss* me neither.

Weiss: what are you doing you dolt!?

Yang: *grinning and with her semblance on* ready vomit boy?

Jaune: *with closed eyes and bracing himself* not real-

*BOOM*

Once again the room was filled with smoke, this time though it was a yellow one, which quickly started to dissipate thanks to the open windows.

Jaune: *on the ground* oww, why does this thing has to explode to work?

Yang: *shrugs while still standing, her body covered with aura* no idea, but seeing you fly is funny.

Ruby: *still behind weiss* so? What jaune showed up?

Oobleck: *fanning some smoke away* they're probably still in the smoke ms.Rose. The device seems to have worked again, but we still need to wait to see who-

A blur then jumped out of the smoke, and in the blink of an eye collided with doctor oobleck, it happened so fast that the group barely had time to react, and only realized what happened when they saw oobleck pinned on the ground.

(A)Jaune: *wearing a white T-shirt, blue pajama pants, with several visible scars on his legs and arms, holding oobleck down by the throat and holding a handcannon on his forehead while glaring at him with scarlet eyes and black scleras*

RWBY/J_P_: *shocked*

(A)Jaune: i'll ask this only one time, and you better give me a good answer. What did you just do?

Oobleck: *sweating bullets* w-well, you see, i-i-

(A)Yang: jaune!

(A)Jaune: *looks back at the smoke cloud*

(A)Yang: *coming out of the smoke, wearing her usual sleeping clothes but with a yellow robotic right arm and rubbing her eyes* don't you think it's too early *yawn* to be causing havoc?

(A)Jaune: *looking back at oobleck* look around yang, we're not at the dorm.

(A)Yang: *looking around* huh? How did we- *notices the group, including herself and another jaune* . . .okay, what the hell is going on? Am i still dreaming?

(A)Jaune: you're not dreaming, and i'm trying to figure out exactly what is going on.

(A)Yang: by scaring the hell out of everyone around you?

(A)Jaune: do you know a more effective way of getting answers?

(A)Yang: yeah, did you tried to ask first before going straight into violence like we talked about?

(A)Jaune: hmph, do you realize how much of an hypocrite do you sound like right now?

(A)Yang: punching someone is way different from holding them at gunpoint bad boy. Now, why don't you just let poor professor Oobleck off the hook before he vomits out the rivers of coffee he's always drinking?

(A)Jaune: . . . *sighs, eyes going back to white scleras and marine blue iris* fine. *gets up and stands next to yang* but if your way doesn't work out i'll-

(A)Yang: dismember them, kill them, yeah yeah i know the drill with you, so relax and just leave it to me okay bad boy? *grins and winks at him*

(A)Jaune: *crosses his arms* hmph.

(A)Yang: i'm sorry for him, he gets grumpy when you wake him up out of the blue like that, specially on a sunday.

Pyrrha: *helping oobleck up* to the point of hurting a teacher?

(A)Yang: can we all just be happy that "hurting" was all he did to professor oobleck? If you did that a few months ago jaune would've probably beheaded him.

Oobleck: *gulps*

(A)Yang: speaking of which, what the heck just happened? I was enjoying my warm bed on a cold sunday morning and now we're on a classroom, with people that look way too much like us.

Oobleck: w-well, i am sorry to disturb you and mister arc with this experiment miss xiao long, but we are testing a new device, a device with the power to bring other versions of peoples to our universe.

(A)Jaune: *raises eyebrow* so we are in a different universe?

Oobleck: precisely!

(A)Jaune: that explains why there's another "us" here. How do we go back?

Weiss: wait, so you will just believe in what we're saying?

(A)Jaune: i've dealt with things stranger than this before, jumping into a new universe isn't anything too out of the common really. Plus, i know when people are lying.

(A)Yang: you did that before?

(A)Jaune: no, but it's not really worse than salem's shenanigans.

Ozpin: salem you say?

RWBY/J_P_: WHA-!?!?

Weiss: where do you teachers keep coming from!?!?

Ozpin: *behind the students* that's a very good question miss schnee. *sips coffee, completely ignoring her very good question*

(A)Jaune: Oz? You're here too? Guess this universe is not that different from ours. Do they know about her?

Ozpin: no, at least not yet mister arc.

(A)Jaune: good, ignorance is a blessing.

Blake: what are you two talking about?

Ozpin: nothing that really matters miss belladonna, i'm here just to observe oobleck's experiment. *sits on the farthest table.* please proceed as if i'm not here.

Weiss: why are all teachers in beacon so weird?

Yang: you talk like we're any better.

Weiss: we're not. . . .okay, point taken.

Oobleck: answering your previous question mister arc, this device has a time limit of half an hour or a manual trigger for you two to go back.

(A)Jaune: good, i'm tired and want to go back to bed as soon as i can. How does the manual trigger works?

(A)Yang: hold up you lazy bun. come on, we're in a whole different universe, don't you wanna take a look around? See if we can find something interesting?

(A)Jaune: i've already seen my fair share of weird stuff on our own world, i'm not interested.

(A)Yang: *grins* oh really? *walks up to yang, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer* are you going to tell me you're not interested in a world with two of me?

(A)Jaune: . . . . *blushes a bit and looks away*

(A)Yang: oh? What is that? Did you just think about something naughty bad boy?

(A)Jaune: . . .no.

(A)Yang: *grinning* li-ar~

(A)Jaune: i'm not lying.

(A)Yang: *gets closer, booping his cheek* of course you're lying, how can you not love the idea of having two me's around you?

(A)Jaune: *looks back at her* because you're the only yang i love you dumbass blonde.

(A)Yang: *blushes* . . . .that's a low blow.

(A)Jaune: you started it.

Ruby: is it me or these two really look like they like each other?

Weiss: *deadpans* wow, how did you figure that one out ruby?

Yang: so me and vomit boy from the other dimension are together?

(A)Yang: vomit boy? Why do you call jaune like that.

Jaune: oh god, please don't-

Yang: because the first time i saw him he ended up puking on my shoes.

(A)Yang: PFF! HE WHAT!? YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING!?

Yang: *grinning* i'm serious. guess seeing me for the first time was too much for him.

(A)Yang: *starts laughing*

Jaune: *red* i have motion sickness! It's a very common problem!

(A)Jaune: so i not only look like an idiot here, but act like one as well?

(A)Yang: i don't know, i kinda like the idea of a softer and dorkier version of you.

(A)Jaune: i don't.

Pyrrha: but why are you like this?

(A)Jaune: what?

Pyrrha: you are a lot different from our jaune.

Ruby: yeah, yang looks almost the same, but you are a bit different.

Weiss: a lot different actually.

(A)Jaune: judging by how he acts and looks like, he probably had a comfortable normal life, with little to no training.

Jaune: h-how-

(A)Jaune: the moment i attacked oobleck i saw everyone tensing in reaction, it's an combat instinct to get ready whenever something unexpected happens, you were the only one who didn't reacted like that, which means you have barely any combat experience.

Jaune: i. . .can't argue against that.

(A)Jaune: meanwhile, i didn't had it so easy.

Weiss: let me guess, your father was a heartless bastard?

(A)Jaune: *snaps to weiss, eyes get red and surrounded by a black sclera* say that about my father again and i'll cut your throat.

Weiss: *shivers*

(A)Yang: *flickers his forehead* hey! cut it out bad boy. i know it's hard to believe but for once ice queen wasn't trying to be mean, she was just asking a question.

(A)Jaune: R-Right. . . *sighs, eyes going back to normal* sorry.

Yang: what's up with his eyes? It almost looks like a grimm.

(A)Jaune: that's because i am partially grimm.

PR__Y: what?

Oobleck: *taking notes* please elaborate more mr.arc.

(A)Jaune: genetic enhancement. I got through a lot of experiments when i was seven.

RWBY/J_P_: SEVEN!?!?

(A)Jaune: the genetical enhancement is lethal on adults with fully developed bodies, only small children have a chance to survive.

Ruby: just a chance?

(A)Jaune: yeah, fifty children ranging from five to ten were tested on, only three survived, one of them being me.

Pyrrha: oh my god. . .that's so cruel.

(A)Jaune: not really, we all knew what we were getting into.

Blake: how can any five year old consent to something that has a chance of killing them?

(A)Jaune: because they would wind up dead without this power. We all agreed to go through this because we all had the same objective, take revenge on the organisation that killed our families.

RWBY/J_P_: . . . .

(A)Jaune: when i was a kid, a man tried to recruit my father to be part of his organization, when my father refused he blew up our home, killing my sisters and my mother, only me and my dad survived, but he lost an arm and was really hurt, he carried me as far as he could but the man found us and killed him. . .i only survived because of my mentor Qrow branwen and his sister.

Ruby: uncle Qrow? He was your mentor?

Yang: *shocked* wait. . .did you say his sister was there too?

(A)Jaune: yeah, they both saved me and took me to the Reaper organization, they offered me a choice to try and have a normal life or join the reapers, qrow wanted me to have a normal life but i didn't listened to him, i was so full of anger that i signed up and proceeded with the Reapers.

Oobleck: reaper program. . .sounds like something i heard before, but the project i knew was stored for being not very ethical.

Jaune: makes sense, the program consisted in making genetic enhancements on kids and making them go through the toughest training possible.

Blake: what kind of training?

(A)Jaune: several kinds, ranging from survival training to durability training, they would expose us to harsh places and teach us to survive, as well as expose us to high levels of pain, heat, cold, electricity, poison and others just so our bodies could get used to it.

Blake: that's. . .inhuman, how could they do this to children?

(A)Jaune: we did this to ourselves, we asked for the training. . .we just didn't knew how insane it would drive us.

Yang: i mean, i'm not a specialist but you don't really look that insane.

(A)Yang: that's because you met him now, he wasn't like this a year ago.

(A)Jaune: because of the grimm essence and the painful training, me and the other two kids didn't turned out very well, i was probably the most mentally balanced out of the three.

(A)Yang: and he still tried to kill me at least three times.

Weiss: and you're dating him!?

(A)Yang: *shrugs* he's wasn't that bad after you got to know him well, specially compared to his friends. One of them was a sociopath that tested the most painful ways to kill on his enemies. the other was a wild animal that killed anyone who got near him.

(A)Jaune: unless this person was qrow, oz, ironwood, raven or steph.

(A)Yang: yeah. Jaune was the least fucked up of them, yet he tried to kill me twice and two other teachers as well on his first week on beacon.

(A)Jaune: *deadpans* why do you keep bringing that up? I apologized didn't i?

(A)Yang: only after we started to get together, and every time remember you pointing that gun to me i get annoyed, *grinning* specially because your handcannon is not the kind of gun i like to see you pointing at my face.

(A)Jaune: can't you leave the dirty jokes for later? Or just stop with them altogether?

(A)Yang: you know i can't.

Ruby: so, jaune got through a lot and became a killer. . .please tell me you aren't evil too yang.

(A)Yang: well, last time i checked they didn't had my size on the killer's clothing store, so i guess i'm with the good guys for now.

Yang: what about my arm? What happened to it?

(A)Yang: i lost in a grimm attack.

(A)Jaune: *looking down* it was my fault.

(A)Yang: no it wasn't, and even if it was you still made up for it, so don't go getting gloomy because of it, okay? Basically a group of grimms came after me, i was so distracted with the fighting that i didn't noticed one had a bomb attached to it.

(A)Jaune: i tried to shield her from the explosion but in the end it still took one of her arms away.

(A)Yang: which was still a pretty cheap price to pay for the result, even though i still think you're an idiot for doing that.

Yang: what did he do?

(A)Yang: in our world, there's a woman who can control grimm, and she was the one who sent the grimms after me by request of the same guy who killed jaune's family.

Ruby: but why did he wanted you dead?

(A)Yang: because i'm jaune's angel.

Weiss: you what?

(A)Yang: angel, i'll explain that later. Well, this idiot right here *points to (A)Jaune* had the great idea to go after her even with the injury of the explosion leaving him vulnerable.

(A)Jaune: i already told you why i did that, i was angry and couldn't think straight.

(A)Yang: *glaring at him* and i already told you i don't give a damn to your reasoning, you're still an idiot. Anyways, he obviously failed and had to run away, but while he was running away he found my missing mother and saved her.

Yang: Raven?

(A)Jaune: Summer Rose.

Ruby/Yang: *shocked*

Ruby: m-mom is alive in your universe!?

(A)Yang: yeah, she disappeared during a mission when we were really young. . .we thought she was dead, but she was being kept alive in suspension so they could understand more about her. . .special powers.

(A)Jaune: i woke her up and managed to escape with her. Nowadays she is working as a teacher in beacon while trying to rebuild her marriage with qrow.

Ruby/Yang: SHE'S TRYING TO REBUILD WHAT WITH WHO!?!?

(A)Yang: i know right? It was one hell of a surprise, we had no idea they were married, but after uncle qrow saw mom again and kissed her in front of everyone, it was kind of hard to keep it a secret.

Ruby: wait, does that means i'm-

(A)Yang: uncle qrow's secret daughter? Yup, you are.

Ruby: oh my god. . .it's so much to think about that my head is starting to hurt.

(A)Yang: i don't blame you, it took awhile to digest everything weird that was happening in my life. One day i'm just good ol' me, going to beacon like i always wanted to do, and suddenly i lose an arm, my dead mom is alive and back, i find out she was actually married to my uncle, my sister is technically my cousin and i am the new angel of the guy who tried to murder me a few times when we first met.

Weiss: you mean girlfriend?

(A)Yang: *shrugs* works too, it's the same thing.

(A)Jaune: *frowns* no it's not, an angel is one of a kind, you can find other girlfriends but an angel is unique, you're the only one i ever confided with my fears and weaknesses, you're the only one who ever saw me cry and the only one who i ever showed my love to, you might be my girlfriend but before that you're my angel, because only an angel like you to bring peace to a demon like me.

RWBY/J_P_: . . . .

(A)Jaune: . . . *red* can you stop staring at me like that?

(A)Yang: *smiling* i can't, i love when you get on your poetic mood, it's too cute.

(A)Jaune: ugh, i should've just stayed shut.

(A)Yang: yeah, you should've known better than giving me ammo to tease you at this point. 

(A)Jaune: i hate you.

(A)Yang: nope, you don't. But putting the cheesy and cute poetry to the side, an angel is like a break to the reapers, they usually don't trust anyone and are terrible people, but when they find someone special that they can trust they change a lot. I told you about jaune's friends earlier, the one who liked to torture people as a hobby now likes to plant flowers and care for them on his free time with his angel, meanwhile the psycho animal got just like me, a fun guy who loves to crack jokes and tease other people, though he isn't as cool as i am.

(A)Jaune: but is still a lot more perverted than you. . .if that's even possible.

(A)Yang: i know right? I don't know how that girl survived dating him for so long, if all the reapers have the same level of stamina i wonder how she isn't on a wheelchair.

(A)Jaune: now you're just being dramatic.

(A)Yang: remember when we first did it? And i couldn't stand without my legs shaking like leaves for almost a whole day? Imagine a girl going through that almost every day.

(A)Jaune: . . . . . .yeah, you got a point.

(A)Yang: i know. though, if she keeps having sex with him so much it's because she likes it, sometimes i imagine how it feels to do it all the time.

(A)Jaune: *deadpans* knowing you, i'm sure you do.

(A)Yang: *grins* are you saying that you don't think about that too? We're almost on our vacation you know? We could go out for a few days and find out~

(A)Jaune: *blushes* y-you-

(A)Yang: pff *chuckles* you're too easy to mess with sometimes.

(A)Jaune: *sighs* Can we leave already?

Oobleck: *looking to his clock* well, since you've been here for twenty seven minutes and forty three seconds i don't think there is much time left anyways.

(A)Yang: well, it was good while it lasted.

(A)Jaune: yang, we didn't do anything but tell them how our world is.

(A)Yang: *ignoring him* It was nice to meet you awkward jaune, i mean, vomit boy. *winks*

Jaune: *chuckles awkwardly*

(A)Yang: oh, and other me.

Yang: yeah.

(A)Yang: you better not let him slip, i had to work a lot to make this jaune here soft, you already got a softy ready for you, they might not be the same but if he's also jaune then i'm pretty sure you're not gonna regret.

Yang: i'll think about it.

J_P_: you WHAT!?

Yang: what? If i'm the one saying it then it must be true. Not to mention that Jaune does look cute so its a double win for me.

Jaune: *blushes* i-i'm cute?

(A)Yang: good. *starts glowing along with jaune* i don't know much about your jaune, mine was a knucklehead most of the time but when he wanted to be, he was very kind and supportive, he helped me to deal with a lot of old issues, and i'm pretty sure your vomit boy isn't different on that aspect.

Yang: right. . .i'll keep that in mind.

Ruby: err, other yang?

(A)Yang: yeah?

Ruby: can you do me a favor?

(A)Yang: i don't think i have much time left to help you other rubes.

Ruby: no, it's nothing really big, just. . .when you go back, can you please tell mom that i love her?

(A)Yang: . . . *gives her a small smile* sure, i promise i'll tell her when i get back.

Ruby: *with a shaky smile* right. . .thank you.

(A)Yang: and hey, please don't cry, my ruby or not i still don't like to see you sad.

Ruby: right. *sniff* i'll try.

(A)Yang: good. *glow gets stronger* Bye everyone, it was nice meeting you.

Yang: same.

*(A)Yang waves one last time before vanishing completely from the room*

Blake: . . .once again, that was something.

Yang: ruby? *puts a hand on her shoulder* you okay.

Ruby: y-yeah, i'm fine, i just. . . *sighs* i wished i could go there myself, even if i could just go for a minute to see her. . .

Yang: yeah, i know how you feel.

Oobleck: well. . .it seems that you just got through a very sensitive moment mr.rose, would you like to take a break?

Ruby: no, it's okay, i. . .i think i'm fine.

Yang: you know you don't need to push yourself, right ruby?

Ruby: i know, and don't worry, if it becomes too much i'll stop, but for now. . .mr.oobleck?

Oobleck: yes miss Rose?

Ruby: can i go next?

[prophetparadox]

DMC OC Week Day 5: Weapon/Abilities

Okay, it’s way past midnight, but here’s my next piece for @dmc-oc-week​! This is actually likely going to be a scene I write in my upcoming fic, so if this gets repurposed don’t be surprised. I didn’t have a chance to really edit this, I kinda rushed getting it done, so I’ll go back and do it proper when I get the chance. This is probably more focused on her weapon Fenrir than it is on her abilities, but oh well. I tried. Also enjoy the subtext with Kay and V, I couldn’t help myself.

“If we’re to be working together in the passing month, it would be best if I knew your skills in battle.” V explained as the pair walked into a basketball court. Kay followed behind him, already grabbing her axe in preparation to use it.

“I guess that makes sense. We’re gonna be here for a month, so we should know how to work together,” she said. She looked down at the ground, very interested in her shoes. “Though, I’m a bit out of practice when it comes to killing demons.” Sure, she’d practiced with Lady and Trish, but it wasn’t the same thing as being out there fighting for real.

The cold chill of metal pressed against her chin, V’s cane tilting her head up to look at him. He was giving her that smirk again. “Your efforts in the Qliphoth last night say otherwise. The way you held yourself, I would not have guessed that you hadn’t fought in a while,” he said. Was he just saying that though? She wanted to believe otherwise, his tone seemed to indicate he was genuine at least. “Regardless, it would not hurt to show me your abilities.”

“But there’s no demons here to fight. How am I supposed to show you what I can do?” she asked.

V twirled his cane in his hands. “I’d be happy to be your sparring partner,” he said. “It’ll allow us to keep the situation...controlled. Do not worry about harming me, I will be guarding against your attacks and dodging them. There is no need to hold back, Little Wanderer.” His words were reassuring. It wasn’t as if she doubted him, but the idea of trying to land blows on him left a bad feeling in her chest. But if he could handle it then…

“Alright. I can do that,” she said. She faced the man before her, extending Fenrir’s handle and turning it into a two-handed weapon. “But I won’t go easy.”

V grinned back at her, sending out Griffon and whispering something to him. The demonic bird flew away to who knows where, probably to make sure no demons would interrupt them. “By all means, come after me with all your strength.”

And with that, Kay ran forwards, swinging her axe and finding it collided with the cane. She tried a few more swings, approaching from different angles and directions and being blocked each time. Not that she was upset he was blocking her attacks, she didn’t want to hurt him in the slightest. She stepped backwards, figuring it was time to try another approach. Fenrir’s handle shortened as she switched to one hand. If long range wasn’t doing anything, maybe getting up close would work.

Running back up to the poet, she leapt forward at him and tried to swing down. Once again, he blocked it in the nick of time. She landed behind him and attempted to swing, only for him to quickly dodge to the side with the help of Shadow. Before she had the chance to attack again, she saw V prepare to swipe and jumped backwards. That was unexpected. “Hey, you didn’t tell me you were gonna strike back!” she said with a grin.

“It would be rather one-sided if I didn’t attempt to hit you back, would it not?” he asked, grinning back at her. “Dodging is just as important as attacking.” He made a good point. She was just glad he wasn’t being serious and using the familiars. Though perhaps he decided they would give him an unfair advantage? No matter. She just had to keep trying.

As she went back in, V assessed her movements and strategies. It seemed she had different moves depending on the axe’s length. The handle's ability to extend gave her the choice of fighting up close or at a distance, and it didn’t seem to affect the weight of the weapon at all. That or any weight difference was something she was used to compensating for. She also seemed to be using the Devil Arm alone, the pistol she had still remaining holstered. Either her fighting style was primarily geared towards the axe, or she felt that using the gun wouldn’t affect much in this battle. He was rather curious why she was only swinging at him and not using the axe’s other abilities. Perhaps she wasn’t aware of them? He would have to ask her afterwards.

Then there was her agility. She hadn’t been hit by any of his counterattacks, either blocking them or jumping out of the way. She still stumbled with unexpected moves, but she managed to avoid getting hurt. She was making some mistakes, but he chalked it up to less experience. It wouldn’t be fair to compare her to Dante after all. Given enough time, she could become a skilled huntress. She simply needed the chance to bloom, and perhaps he could help her there.

The two swiped at each other, the sound of metal clanging against each other echoing through the empty space. From the corner of his eye, he could see Griffon perched on a nearby building. He didn’t dare to glance over at him, lest he alert Kay to the demon’s presence. There was one last thing he wanted to assess.

“Enough,” he said, holding out his hand. “I believe that should do for now. I must say, I’m impressed, Little Wanderer.”

Kay lowered her axe, her eye lighting up from the praise. “R-Really? You think I’m good?” she asked.

“You could use some work, but yes. I cannot see why you put so little faith in your abilities, you have quite the potential.”

Kay laughed nervously, suddenly unable to look V in the eyes and taking more interest in her boots. “Um, t-thank you! That means a lot coming from you!” she stammered. Oh how he enjoyed how cute she became, but now wasn’t the time to focus on such a thing.

Giving a simple nod, he signaled Griffon to make his move. The demonic bird quietly made his way to dive towards Kay while she was distracted. If he was correct, Griffon should be in her blind spot. Regardless of what happened to her right eye there shouldn’t be any way she could see him coming, especially with her focus lying elsewhere. But she managed to surprise him.

Before Griffon could get too close, Kay ducked down and rolled to the side, her leg hitting the bird and kicking him into the wall instead. V didn’t expect that.

“What the hell?!” Kay shouted at the familiar. “What were you trying to do there?! I could tell you were there, you oversized chicken nugget!”

She saw him coming? No, perhaps she sensed his demonic presence? Either way, that managed to tell him that despite her eye being hidden she wasn’t in danger on her right side. He’d been concerned her potential disability would hinder her, but he was glad to be proven wrong.

“That was impressive,” he said, walking towards her. Better to distract her from Griffon for now. “You are full of surprises, Little Wanderer.”

She turned back towards him. “Oh no, I doubt that. I’m nothing special, really.”

The urge to argue otherwise flared within him, but he pushed it back. He had a few more questions to ask. “What else can that weapon of yours do, if I may ask?”

“I, um, don’t actually know,” Kay responded. “Dante says it’s got some kind of power to it, but I don’t know how to unlock it.”

Ah, so that explained it. “Focus on your weapon, try to draw out its latent abilities. You’ve been using it for so long that I’m certain it recognizes you as its master.” he instructed.

Kay blinked, taking the axe into her grip. “Focus on it...okay. Show me what you can do, Fenrir.” she muttered, gripping the handle tight as she stared at the axe in deep concentration. If she just kept focusing, surely it would…

With a sheen, a set of small pointed blades appeared on the head of the axe. Wait a second, this almost looked like… Deciding to test her hypothesis, she turned the end of the handle and heard a revving sound. After a few more experimental turns, the axe roared to life and began to loudly hum as the small blades moved around the axe heads. She was right.

Kay let out a laugh. “Holy shit, I have a chainsaw axe! I can’t believe I never tried this before!” She swung the axe around to get a feel of it. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna have fun with this.” she said, nearly hitting the now recovered Griffon!

“Hey, hey, hey! Watch where you’re swinging dat thing!” he screeched.

“How ‘bout you watch where you’re flying?” Kay countered.

V smiled at the sight. Why Dante hadn’t tried to train her properly he still didn’t understand, it was clear she had the power within her. “And you said you were nothing special,” he said. “Not just anyone can wield a Devil Arm with such ease,” He pointed his cane at her axe. “And yet here you are, unleashing its full power without breaking a sweat. It makes me wonder what else you might be hiding, what hidden strength lies within you.”

The joy in her expression vanished. “Well, if there’s anything lying in me, then I sure don’t know about it,” she said. She was clearly lying, she couldn’t hide the worry in her voice. It was clear to him that she had something more deep within her, a trace of demonic power lying deep within her very being. It was faint, but it was there. And it too could be cultivated with practice. If unlocked to its full potential, it was possible she could even use some form of Devil Trigger, though the chances were slim at best. Still, it was clear that she didn’t want to dive into the subject, and he would not press her. Best to let her tell him of her own choosing, if he could gather enough trust from her to do so. “But maybe you can see something I don’t?”

He’d broach the subject another time. “Perhaps so.”

The ground rumbled underneath them as a booming could be heard in the distance. The Qliphoth roots were beginning to spread, it’d only be a matter of time before the city would be covered with them. They had to move. “It would appear our little training session must come to an end,” V stated, making his way towards the exit. “Though perhaps we can find some...fodder for your new power.”

Kay just smirked back at him, holding Fenrir in her hands. “Oh now I’m excited, I need to see how this thing works on demon flesh!” she exclaimed. She ran past him out of the basketball court and back onto the streets. “Come on, what’re we waiting for? I wanna break this baby in and see what it can do now!”

V couldn’t help but smile, her enthusiasm was rather infectious it seemed. They’d have to find some demons fast. “Then let us make haste. After all, there’s bound to be some pests around that need exterminating.”

[procrastination-queenie]

Only You (Non-Idol Jungkook x Reader)

Note: 

Any gifs included are not mine.

This story is based on the movie “Only You” (1994)

Summary: Jungkook is Damon Bradley...Or isn’t he?

          LOVE .... hmmm !  It’s really weird! How it can push us to do great things, stupid they maybe but great! Which is why y/n was now boarding a plane from y/c (your country) to Venice, Italy in a mission to find the love of her life; even though, her wedding is to take place in a few days! Weird, right? And Stupid,too but to her ... it was great.

          Let me take you back to where it all started. 12 years ago from this exact moment, an 11 years old y/n was sitting in the dark and ice cold livingroom with her brother Larry playing Ouija with one question lingering her mind .... Who is my soulmate?.

          “Stop it.” She said hissing at her older brother. “I am not doing anything!” Larry said defending himself from y/n’s indirect accusation that he was moving the wooden piece, with a magnifying glass in the middle of it. “yes, you are!” now angered that Larry is trying to trick her, so they can move on to the next question. “No, I am not.” 

          There was nothing to do at this time of the night, specially with this kind of weather outside as it was raining cats and dogs. Well, of course there is always something to be done in the house, but with the level of excitement the kids needed, it seemed as if there was nothing exciting enough to do, except probably try and mess around with the hidden creatures that loomed this world, asking them questions about the future. Yup sounds like the kind of thing to do on a rainy night like this and unbearable silence looming all over the house; despite, horror movies advising against such doings.

          Suddenly .... a scream of excitement emitted from y/n as the wooden piece moved (or should I say that the spirit which was present did so) hers and her brother’s hand pointing at the answer to her question. “Huh! it’s spelling the name. I have to write it down.” Her brother not really a believer in fairy tails, love stories or any bullshit about the supernatural world, rolled his eyes at his pathetic sister, who is the total opposite of him, wanting to get it over with as she was the one who forced him to play in the first place. 

          D   A   M   O   N     B   R   A   D   L   E   Y   was scattered in a messy handwriting in a small rectangular notebook with pink and purple ponies on it’s cover fitting to the age of its owner. “Damon Bradley”  y/n whispered the name with such delicacy as if it was some sort of spell and all of a sudden the owner of this name would appear in front of her out of nowhere .... just like the fairytales. Of course the weather outside did not intend to pick up and move their house’s curtains to dance an angry and violent dance, giving y/n the feeling that whatever powers controlled this earth were agreeing to the answer as if telling her “Yes, yes my dear. Damon Bradley is your soulmate.” Of course I don’t need to tell you that y/n as a romantic person was taking all of this as some sort of sign, and it was only adding on to her beliefs of the fairy god mothers and the existence of creatures like Tinker Bell and Captain Hook.

          “ But how are you going to know that it’s him? You can pass him by down the street and go on with your life never knowing that it was him.” A glitch sound can be heard inside y/n’s head as her brother tried to Pop her bubble and pause the video playing inside her head. Not really phased by her brother’s “pessimistic attitude” she answered him back confidently “I’ll just know, and you should know it too when you meet yours.” As if born with the instinct of knowing one’s soulmate upon seeing them, y/n’s answer was based on such notion. Needless to say that it was fueled by soulmates bullshit that she has read about from God knows where on a Friday night with her friends over the phone, whom only encouraged the idea among eachother more and more. With nothing else to say upon the matter, her brother, who was trying not to show a cringe on his face for hearing such nonsense, moved on to the next question trying to forget what just happened .....

          A few months later after the Ouija incident. Unlike that night, it was already summer time, school was over and almost every kid in town was out enjoying the summer-y breeze during the night, and it was no different to y/n and Larry who were both out with their friends visiting a fair that was set up by the beginning of the summer.

          SPLASH .... “LARRY!” y/n’s scream could be heard from the top of the Ferris wheel on which her brother along with his friends were laughing so hard at the fact that y/n and her friends were going to be hit by a water balloon but missed. “LARRY STOP IT OR I SWEAR MUM WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS.” (Draco Mulfoy reacted love). Too engrossed in giving Larry a piece of her mind, y/n did not stop shouting until her back hit something ... or someone. Turning around she was faced by a tough looking women, probably in her fifties, tan skin, wide brown eyes, which were highlighted by a strong black eyeliner, and a nose piercing to complete her gipsy look. 

          “NEXT....” The gipsy shouted almost giving y/n a glare for colliding into her. Y/n looked up to see the words FORTUNE TELLER hung up on the mysterious looking tent which, in y/n’s opinion, looked as if it hid a whole different world inside it’s small form. Looking down at the entrance again, the gipsy was nowhere to be found. “I am gonna go.” y/n said turning to her friends. Katie, one of y/n’s friends and also happens to be not a huge believer in fortune telling, rolled her eyes at y/n. “It won’t take long.” y/n said trying to convince Katie. “Yeah, sure. Go ahead.”  Katie said not believing her but agreeing to wait for her anyway.

          Y/n entered the tent to be welcomed by darkness except the light that came from a crystal ball centered on a table in the middle of the tent. Moving towards the “guiding light” of the crystal ball that she believed would definitely lead her to some kind of big discovery; y/n was brought out of her daze when the gispy spoke with her coarse yet very capturing and mysterious voice. “What do you want to know?”

          Y/n looked up to find the gipsy’s face looming above the crystal ball with her eyes digging a hole in y/n’s face. “ Anything about my future, but I don’t want to know anything bad, if that’s okay!” y/n said sitting back in her chair, trying to distance herself from the lady’s piercing gaze. The fortune teller nodded rolling her eyes with a look of boredom. “Perhaps my love life...” y/n said specifying what she wanted to know about exactly with the name Damon Bradley lingering in the back of her mind.The fortune teller rolled her eyes, of course almost every girl that entered this tent was curious about her love life. Disappointed about the empty minds of the girls nowadays, she huffed raising her hands moving them over the crystal ball and moving her fingers to a weird rhythm while humming. While fishing for an answer, y/n kept looking around the tent with the feeling that it might swallow her into another world any moment now. “I am getting a name.” upon hearing this y/n immediately turned her head towards the gipsy and leaning over the table, more interested than ever. “David... no Daniel... no no no it’s .... “ y/n breath itched as she became more anxious by the second.

          “It’s Damon .... Damon Bradley.” The gipsy said opening her wide eyes and staring at y/n as if looking into her soul with a small smile drawn on the side of her lips. Gasping loudly while abruptly standing up almost knocking up the crystal ball on which the gipsy had her hands on, in fear of it breaking because of the foolish girl. “Damon Bradley ...” uttering his name in the same way she did on that rainy night, she quickly turned to leave so that she can tell Katie when suddenly she was pulled back by the lady who was starting to get angry. “Two dollars for the fortune telling.” y/n quickly fished out two dollars from her bag, giving it to the gipsy and ready to leave when yet she found herself being pulled back again. “Listen, dear ... no matter what, it is up to you; you are the one who decides your own future.” y/n looked at the woman as if she had grown a second pair of eyes on her face; she had only one thing on her mind and that was DAMON fuckin’ BRADLEY.  The gipsy, knowing exactly what’s going on in y/n’s mind, had a poker face with wide eyes rolling because obviously it was futile to try and knock some sense into the girls’ minds these days and tell them that love is not everything! Sighing in surrender the gipsy shooed y/n as if she was some kind of animal that she got frustrated with for not understanding her.

          Now fast forward those 12 years, exactly 10 days before the wedding. Now y/n is a grown up 23 years old woman, independent, has an apartment of her own and with the job of ... guess what? Yup there you’ve guessed it, an English literature teacher; it is no surprise since having such romantic thoughts and beliefs would only lead her to fall love with anything artistic that could fuel these thoughts and beliefs more; therefore, she ended up teaching what she loves the most .... literature.

          Y/n was now sat on the floor in her apartment in her future mother-in-law’s wedding dress with one sentence only ringing in her head over and over again. “Y/n dear, I want you to have this.” opening the huge white box to find inside said dress of which skirt is now pooling around y/n as she buttoned the glove of her left hand “I wore it, my daughter wore, and I want you to wear it,too. You can’t imagine how I felt when Dwayne said you’d wear it.” y/n couldn’t get her mother-in-law’s triumphant smile out of her head, also the fact that her so called fiance forget to mention this one little tini-tiny information that the dress that almost every girl in the entire world dreams of for almost most of their entire lives imagining it, collecting magazines, searching and maybe even writing notes on which fabric they should wear.... would simply be his mother’s dress. Well, that and many other things that she felt herself get infuriated everytime she thought about it; for example, how after he thought that their argument about the dress is over and her uncle was coming towards them to get a picture, he tried to “fix” her hair by putting a strand of her hair behind her ear; even though she argued that it’s supposed to look like that, he ignored her completely and put the strand behind her ear because to him that’s not a proper hairstyle! The audacity of this man! Whom she’s marrying after 10 days, might I add!!!

          “I am here.” Katie her best friend said as she entered y/n’s apartment. Katie is now married to the love of her life which turned out to be y/n’s brother with 2 children. Y/n thought it great to have her best friend as her sister-in-law, but honestly she just doesn’t know what her best friend saw in that moron of a man which she calls her brother. “DON’T LOOK!” y/n screamed, she didn’t want Katie to see her,yet; well not until she finally got up, perfected her pose in that dress to add a dramatic effect. “You can look now.” poor Katie, who almost freaked out when y/n screamed at her, turned around and immediately her eyes were tearing up out of happiness for her best friend. “Wooow” she said covering her nose and mouth. “ Great isn’t it ... I thought it romantic, you know? To wear the dress of the woman who bore your husband.” y/n said walking around in it trying to get the feel of it! “I mean maybe my daughter would wear it someday...or not!” standing in front of the mirror while Katie put on her veil; she felt as if she was trying to convince herself to wear the dress, when deep down she didn’t want to have anything to do with that dress. “If I had this dress, I would love to give it to someone!” Katie disagreed while holding the tail of the veil and followed y/n around as she practiced her “walk down the aisle” and humming it’s entry music that you would her in any wedding.

          Y/n huffed in annoyance as she sat on the nearest chair; Katie knowing exactly what she’s thinking said “Oh, don’t worry. We can fix it.” leaving the veil’s tail and reaching for the box that contained all the knitting and sewing devices. “Life is not like it is in the movies, right?” y/n said as she drank from her coke can.”No, it’s not” Katie replied sternly. “Even though everyone keeps on telling you so from the day you were born, how dreams would become real, the good guy always wins and everyone lives happily ever after... all that crap, then one day you just wake up and realise that your life should be .... different.”  Katie said sniffing trying so hard to hide the tears that would tell y/n immediately that there’s something going on between her and Larry, but of course y/n felt that days before this moment, she just knows Katie like the back of her hand. “Kate what’s wrong?” y/n said leaning forward to put her hand on Katie’s making Katie look at her and reveal her teary eyes. “I don’t know! Y/n there’s something I’ve got to tell you.” Katie said letting her tears fall freely now. “What?” y/n said looking sincerely at her knowing that sometimes her brother can be a handful and hard to deal with. “ Larry and I are....” Katie was interrupted by y/n’s telephone ringing. Y/n sighed still looking at Katie. “I have to answer this, Dwayne is having all his calls forwarded here.” y/n said apologetically. Katie nodded wiping her tears. 

          “Hello!” y/n said rolling the long veil around her hand so not to trip over it. “Dr. Dwayne Johnson please!” the voice said over the phone. “Oh, he’s not here at the moment. He’s doing an emergency surgery right now. can I take a message?”

“uhm, who’s this?” 

“This is y/n his fiancee, who’s this?” by now y/n was tossing and turning around herself searching for her notebook to take the message, making the phone’s wire snake around her restricting her movement.

“Oh, hi. I am his highschool buddy. Congratulations on your wedding!” y/n nodded her head as if the speaker on the other line can see her, now having her notebook and a pen in her hands ready to take the speaker’s message.

“Thanks” she said rolling her eyes at Katie which she instantly understood that someone on the line was congratulating her on the wedding.

“Well, I am gonna be in Europe, so I am gonna miss the wedding.” The speaker said apologetically.

“Well, that’s unfortunate.” y/n said fighting the veil that has now eaten her left arm. “Be careful!” Katie whispered trying to get the veil as y/n was not making it easier for herself or Katie by trying to move with the wire, which was almost suffocating her now, towards the table to be able to write down in the notebook properly.

“What’s your name?” she asked as Katie pulled the veil from her head only to be stopped abruptly because the tail was stuck to the dress by the wire like a belt.

“I can hardly hear you, can you spell it.” y/n raised her voice a little as the signal weakened and she wasn’t able to her the speaker’s name.

“D... A... M

“Yes..” writing down the first three letters, she waited to hear the rest.

“.... O... N    B... R... A” y/n hummed for him to go on.

“... D...L.... E...Y”. “Uhaa” y/n sighed triumphantly as she managed to write it down while almost being squeezed by the wire, when suddenly ....”What the...?” she whispered as her brain freaked out alarming her of that name. 

           Gasping loudly, the phone dropped as she tried to collect her thoughts. “What?” Katie asked worriedly.

“Hello, are you okay?”

“Hello!” 

“What’s going on?” Katie was almost going to put a hand on y/n’s shoulder when she suddenly screamed “IT’S HIM!”. Frantically she reached for the phone gasping for air as if she has ran the flight of stairs ten times non-stop. 

“DAMON BRADLEY!” she asked wanting to make sure that she heard him correctly. Katie hearing that name racked through her brain in hopes of finding any importance to why she should remember it.

“Yeah!!!” The poor guy now freaking out from her tone.

“WHERE ARE YOU?” she asked holding unto Katie in case she might pass out any moment now.

“I am at the airport, why?" He asked wondering why his whereabouts might be of any importance to his high school buddy’s fiancee.

          Gasping again loud, both of the girls; y/n for the fact that her soulmate might leave without reaching out to him and missing her chance of maybe getting to know him, and Katie because all of a sudden the name DAMON BRADLEY written in bulbes had lit up, lighting with it all the memories of young y/n and Katie spending hours on their telephones trying to guess whether y/n might end up meeting him for real or not?

“W- W- WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” 

“I am on my way to Venice.” Again, the poor guy freaked out when her heard her moan over the phone as if “Venice” is some sort of a new ice-cream flavour that she had tried and is expressing her delight of tasting it.

“Oooooh I loooovvee Venice.” y/n said in awe not able to control herself over the idea of maybe running away with him and where to? ... To Venice. What a terrific idea, again crazy but terrific!

Not really knowing how to answer back. Mr. Damon Bradley had said that he’s gotta run now and maybe they’ll talk about it when they all get together.

“But wait I....” 

too late now since Damon Bradley hung up the phone, proceeding on his way to the plan that would take him to Venice.

P.s : I am so sorry Jungkook did not appear in this chapter, but I promise he will appear ..... eventually!😂💖

But please, don’t hesitate to tell me your opinion.🌻✨

[ladyherenya]

Books read in June

I didn’t read everything I had planned. I was distracted reading other things and now I have to decide which library books I will return unread.

Part of me is stubbornly convinced I should retain my eleven-year-old self’s ability to borrow armfuls of books and read all of them at least once before the return date. Which is ridiculous. Back then I had fewer responsibilities and read shorter books. And having too many books to read is a better problem to have than running out of books.

Favourite cover(s): Thorn, Battle Born and White Eagles.

Reread: All Systems Red by Martha Wells.

Still reading: Descendent of the Crane by Joan He and Riviera Gold by Laurie R. King.

Next up: Aurora Burning by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff, and The Enigma Game by Elizabeth Wein.

One day I’ll get back to posting other things on Tumblr but for now, it’s just book reviews.

(Longer reviews and ratings on LibraryThing and Dreamwidth.)

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Unseen Academicals by Terry Pratchett (narrated by Stephen Briggs): The wizards of Unseen University play football. This is humorous, clever, sharply observant about people -- very much what I’ve come to expect from Pratchett. I enjoyed it a lot. 

Girl Gone Viral by Alisha Rai: Katrina is horrified when a conversation she has with a man in a café is overheard, twisted into a romance, documented on Twitter -- and goes viral. Her bodyguard offers his family’s farm as a safe retreat. I enjoyed reading this and liked how it’s romance about a woman dealing with panic attacks, but by the final act, its priorities had diverged somewhat from mine. It wanted to get to its happily-ever ending, whereas I thought it had raised interesting issues worthy of further exploration and slower, more complex solutions. I wanted a happy ending, too, but wanted more story first.

Blame It On Paris by Laura Florand: I’ve read a few of Florand’s romances and even though the descriptions of Paris and chocolate shops were lovely and vivid, as stories they were not really my thing. But I loved her memoir, which is very funny. During her year in Paris, Laura isn’t looking to give up her independence, travelling or career plans for romance. But then her friends talk her into asking out the French waiter she admires. Getting to know Sebastien allows Laura to see France from a different perspective, and challenges her assumptions about serious relationships, her (American) culture and her own family.

Stepping From the Shadows by Patricia A. McKillip: A story about growing from childhood into adulthood. Published in 1982 as McKillip’s “first book for adults”, I can see why this is now out-of-print. It is strange, even by McKillip’s standards for strangeness. In merging the mundane with the magical, the mythical, it attempts something rather interesting and thoughtful, but it isn’t quite successful. However, the descriptions of places are wonderfully vivid, the narrator’s emotions are conveyed with intensity, and there were moments that felt like catching a fleeting glimpse of myself of a mirror. I didn’t always like it, but I’m glad I got to read it all the same.

True to Your Service by Sandra Antonelli: Kitt is sent on a mission to the Netherlands and his boss insists that Mae accompany him. This spy-thriller is, like At Your Service and Forever in Your Service, a bit too violent for me. However, I liked that Mae and Kitt talk about their reactions to distressing events with each other. In fact, the two of them are constantly discussing their thoughts and feelings about what’s happening, including the way Kitt’s job collides with their personal relationship. I really like the way their relationship is an on-going conversation.

The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer:

Cress (narrated by Rebecca Soler): Following on from Cinder and Scarlet. Cress, born without the Lunar gift for manipulation, has spent years living alone in a satellite orbiting Earth, using her tech skills under the orders of the Lunar thaumaturge Sybil and dreaming of escape. I really enjoyed this. I like how it wove in elements from “Rapunzel”, and dealt with Cress’s perception of herself as a damsel in distress, a girl in need of rescuing.  There is an increasing focus on teamwork and friendship -- this means we see the characters from different perspectives, and we also see different sides to them. 

Winter (narrated by Rebecca Soler): Princess Winter, step-daughter of Queen Levana, is determined that she will never use her Lunar gift to manipulate others -- even though refraining makes her a bit crazy. Meanwhile Cinder and her friends plot to overthrow the queen. This is tense and entertaining, and the narrator does a wonderful job of bringing all the characters to life. I love that the gang are so accepting of each other’s weird quirks and that the romances are given time to develop. I love their teamwork, banter and perseverance. The focus is on the characters’ relationships and the action, and both are excellent.

Thorn by Intisar Khanani: Fifteen year old Princess Alyrra is sent to marry the prince from another kingdom but en route is forced into swapping places with her lady-in-waiting. This retelling of “The Goose Girl” is riveting. I instantly cared about Alyrra, and appreciated how thoughtfully and effectively the story walks a line between darkness and hope -- between fear and trust, sadness and joy. Alyrra’s new life has dangers and difficulties, but also positive things -- satisfaction in her work, a supportive found-family. She becomes increasingly aware of injustice around her, but her story is shaped by her choices -- to be kind, to seek justice and bring change.

The Physicians of Vilnoc, a novella in the World of the Five Gods by Lois McMaster Bujold: Penric and Desdemona are summoned to deal with an outbreak of a mysterious disease. This could easily be an intense story and, oddly enough, it isn’t. Given the current state of the world, I’m glad Bujold didn’t go with the dark, harrowing possibilities and instead wrote about Pen investigating how the disease is transmitted while treating as many patients as he can. Still a stressful experience for Pen, but I was confident his worst fears wouldn’t transpire. And it was satisfying to get a better understanding regarding the best way for Pen and Des to use their knowledge and skills.

Hamster Princess: Ratpunzel by Ursula Vernon (aka T. Kingfisher): Like Of Mice and Magic, this is another entertaining twist on a fairytale. When Harriet helps her friend Wilbur to find a stolen hydra egg, they come across someone else in need of help -- a rat with a very long tail.

Battle Born by Amie Kaufman: A satisfying conclusion to Ice Wolves and Scorch Dragons, with a couple of unexpected developments and a lot of expected emphasis on wolves, dragons and humans working together. I liked the realism of this. Anders and his sister Rayna have both cool shapeshifting abilities and special status arising from their parentage. But their success depends upon the support of resourceful friends and wise, trustworthy adults. They save the day, not because they know all the answers but because they bring people together. This trilogy is one I wish I could send back in time for my eleven year old self.

Time of Our Lives by Emily Wibberley and Austin Siegemund-Broka: Two teenagers cross paths while touring East Coast colleges. There’s a lot I found interesting: Fitz’s fascination with words; Juniper’s enthusiasm and passion for the college-choosing process; the way they challenge each other; their intense family situations; and the glimpses of university life. However, I ended up feeling oddly annoyed. I was drawn into the story because Fitz and Juniper’s perspectives and motives were so very real and understandable, but something about some of their later choices and thoughts seemed too pat. Like the level of realism slipped slightly because the authors wanted to get their Message For The Teens across.

Tweet Cute by Emma Lord: Two teenagers, two business Twitter accounts and one very public argument about grilled cheese. Pepper and Jack see each other in class and cross paths training at the pool, but they don’t realise that they’re at war on Twitter nor pseudonymously chatting on a school-based app, like something out of You’ve Got Mail. This was a lot of fun -- super cute and full of Pepper’s passion for baking, Jack’s passion for his family’s deli, complicated-but-ultimately-supportive family relationships, and references to internet culture. I like how the story explores the strengths, the pressures and the problems of social media.

Text, Don’t Call: an illustrated guide to the introverted life by INFJoe by  Aaron T. Caycedo-Kimura: The text offers a basic explanation of introversion. It might be a decent introduction for someone new to the topic, but I found it a bit too basic to be interesting. However, the illustrations were great! Very funny and often relatable, and in one or two cases, usefully thought-provoking.

White Eagles by Elizabeth Wein: When Germany invades Poland, eighteen year old Kristina of the Polish Air Force has a chance to escape with her aeroplane ‐‐ and an unexpected stowaway. Her journey allows for a fascinating bird's-eye view of Europe in 1939 and of the challenges posed by such a trip. This novella-sized story is aimed to be both accessible and interesting to reluctant or dyslexia readers. It has moments where I, personally, would have liked more detail but I've worked with struggling readers and I think it's so awesome this sort of thing exists.

[retroufo58]

Published Statements on Unidentified Flying Objects

A list of notable published statements on UFOs ​Transcribed below:

Published Statements on Unidentified Flying Objects Dr. Clyde W. Tombaugh, noted astronomer, discoverer of the planet Pluto and former chief of the Armed Forces search for unknown natural satellites, who has personally sighted UFOs: "These things, which do appear to be directed, are unlike any other phenomena I have ever observed...No one so far has sure-fire, absolute proof...Other stars in our galaxy may have hundreds of thousands of inhabitable worlds. Races on these worlds may have been able to utilize the tremendous amounts of power required to bridge the space between the stars." Dr. J. J. Kalizkewski, cosmic ray scientist on Navy project, who with other scientists, sighted two cigar-shaped UFOs near Minneapolis: "They were strange, terrifically fast. I think the Government should set up a 24-hour alert with radar, telescopes, sky cameras, and other instruments." Capt. Richard Adickes, TWA pilot who with crew and seven passengers saw a glowing UFO pacing their airliner near South Bend: "Before then, I wasn't convinced by the saucer reports. Now I know they do exist." William Lear, winner of the Collier Aviation Trophy and president of Lear, Inc. aircraft and electronics equipment, who sighted a UFO in bright daylight: "I believe that the flying saucers come from outer space and are piloted by beings of superior intelligence." Capt. Raymond Ryan, American Airlines who with 44 passengers was asked by Griffis Air Force Base to chase a UFO between Albany and Syracuse and to report by radio: "This was absolutely real. I'm convinced there was something fantastic up there." Capt. James Howard, British transatlantic pilot with 265 crossings who with crew and 12 passengers saw a huge UFO and six small ones pacing their plane: "It must have been some weird form of spaceship from another world." Capt. W. B. Nash, Pan American Airways, who with his co-pilot saw a formation of six huge discs maneuver below their airliner near Norfolk, Virginia: "I believe the discs were intelligently controlled machines from outer space." Hermann Oberth, co-designer of the V-2 rocket, noted authority on space travel plans: "It is my thesis that flying saucers come from other worlds outside our solar system." (Continued: Please turn to other side.) Col. Frank Milani, Director of Civil Defense in Baltimore, who has personally sighted UFOs: "It is a calculated risk to assume that the so-called saucers to not constitute a threat to the welfare and security of our citizens. We are given to believe they are not hostile, but information on UFOs is classified." Flight Lieut. J. R. Salandin, Royal Air Force in England, whose RAF Meteor jet almost collided head-on with a disc-shaped UFO in broad daylight: "The main body was like two saucers pressed together. It appeared metallic. The object was traveling at tremendous speed." Frank Halstead, curator of Darling Observatory in Duluth Minnesota: " Many professional astronomers are convinced that the saucers are interplanetary machines. I believe they come from another solar system, but they may be using Mars as a base." Albert M. Chop, former Air Force press official handling UFO information at the Pentagon: "One thing is absolutely certain. We're being watched by beings from outer space." Published Statments on the Question of Other Worlds Dr. Harlow Shapley, former Director of Harvard Observatory:  "We must now accept it as inevitable that there are other worlds with some kind of thinking beings." Dr. Harold C. Urey, member of the International Mars Committee. former commissioner of the Atomic Energy Commission and head of Chicago University Institute for Nuclear Studies: "It is exceedingly probable that there is life in the universe more intelligent than ours." Rear Admiral Delmer S. Fahrney, USN, Retired, famed as "the father of guided missiles" and formerly chairman of the NICAP Board of Governers: "Reliable reports indicate that there are objects coming into our atmosphere at very high speeds...The way they change position in formation would indicate that their motion is directed. As long as such unidentified objects continue to navigate through the earth's atmosphere, there is an urgent need to know the facts." Statement by Maj. Donald E. Keyhoe, USMC Retired,  Director of NICAP: " Our policy as set by the Board is to collect and evaluate reliable evidence by a NICAP panel of scientists, engineers, pilots, astronomers, and other experts. All authentic information on UFOs will be released uncensored to NICAP members and to Congress, with special releases issued to the press. To carry out its program, NICAP is developing investigative units and UFO research clubs which interested persons may join. Membership in NICAP - at $7.50 - includes special bulletins and a monthly 32-page magazine containing UFO sightings, reports on secret developments, special articles by pilots and reliable UFO researchers, a new serialized history of flying saucers - with new light on famous cases - answers to members' questions, and many other features. Regardless of membership, we shall greatly appreciate recieving news clippings or firsthand UFO sighting reports."

[thewincestgospel]

Someone sent me this...

Hi, do you have any recommendations for weecest fics? Long, plotty ones? Your recs are some of the best. Thank you for your service. ♡

And I was like

But then life kept happening and I had to put it to the side and I was like....

But then I finally got some time and I started composing my list but then I accidentally posted it before I was done then it wouldn't let me save it to queue so I could finish it so I had to copy it, delete it and start again. Then it wouldn’t save on my cell or tablet after two days of trying I said fuck it and just waited until I got back home (I travel for work) to do it off my laptop.

So so sorry to the Anon who sent me this request.

I hope the long list makes up for my tardiness.

Weecest Recs

All the Way by  BenLMoore   A family court orders that Sam and Dean be separated because they're too close. These people don't realize, there's no keeping the Winchesters boys apart.              

And I Have Asked to Be Where No Storms Come by candle_beck Family is the first to break your heart.

The Ballad of the Invisible Boy  by dollylux   This is a story of adolescence. This is a love letter for the slow burn, for Led Zeppelin, for the 90s. This is the first of two sets of stories about how Sam and Dean didn’t fall in love. They never had to. It was always there, this desperation between them, like a real, breathing thing. When they came together, it was inevitable. As sure as continents colliding, as the phases of the moon and the life and death of stars. This isn’t a love story, but it’s a story of love.              

Birthday  by   helena_s_renn, Helenas_bitch, orphan_account     Sam turns fifteen two weeks after Dean ended their relationship. In order to celebrate Sam's birthday, Dean decides to get him laid – with a girl.        

Crown and Anchor Me (or let me sail away) by Sena Sam Winchester is fifteen years old, at yet another new high school in yet another state, he doesn’t get along with his distant, distracted father, he’s figuring out that he likes guys just as much as he likes girls, his clothes never fit and his limbs ache at the joint ever since his growth spurt started, he has to study for the PSAT and, oh yeah, he’s a little bit in love with his brother, Dean, who’s taken a break from hunting monsters to work at a local garage for minimum wage.

Crush by BewareTheIdes15 Dean looks at him different now, Sam just can't figure out what the difference is.

Everlong by Lux Aeterna  Sam and Dean’s feelings come to a head a year before Sam leaves for college. They struggle with the implications and complications of their relationship, but no matter where they go or what they do, it’s impossible to forget.

The Good Days  by  Danceswithfiends 'His stomach jumps at these small glimpses of Dean, and he tries to push it down, but thoughts of Dean bending him over in the back seat of the car flood his brain anyway. Sam swallows heavily and looks away, trying to focus intently on the road. If this doesn’t stop soon, Sam is going to go absolutely nuts.'The sexcapades of Sam and Dean's relationship in its early days and the days that follow.    

Hard-Won Inches by BewareTheIdes Dean’s developed this thing lately where he likes to touch Sam’s mouth while he has the amulet in there, fingers tracing so gently it almost tickles, around the little pouty spot where the cord disappears between Sam’s lips. It’s kind of weird, but probably not weirder than the fact that Sam’s ten and still sucks on his brother’s necklace to go to sleep at night.

A History of Love  by lyryk (s_k) When Sam is sixteen, he’s gotten pretty good at hiding what he’s been feeling for his brother for the last couple of years. But the most dangerous thing is not Dean finding out how Sam feels—it’s what happens when their father finds out.

The Hottest Days  by WevyrDove John is away on a hunting trip when Sam experiences his first heat cycle. Dean panics and makes Sam lock himself up in his room in a desperate attempt to keep temptation at bay.

Incubus by Ithiel_Dragon, virtualpersonal   Sam and Dean are left alone in Georgia in the middle of the summer while John is away on a hunt, and unfortunately the brothers haven't been getting along lately.  Sam's moodiness, and Dean's temper (not to mention his crush on his own brother) are not helping matters.  Things get even more complicated when Dean is attacked by an Incubus.              

A Life Made of Nights by BewareTheIdes Dean’s always loved Sammy more than anything, but what happens when brotherly love turns into something more? (A timeline of Sam and Dean’s relationship, starting from the time Sam’s a baby)

Lonely Harmonies  by Linden Dean maybe gets why John insists on separate beds, these days. 

More Than A Taste By BewareTheIdes After school, Dean finds out what Sam had to say about walking in on him

Never Again by made.of.bees   Dean walks in on Sam having some alone time and decides there are better things to do than leave. Sam freaks out but makes the best of the situation. After all, it's just one time, right? As long as it doesn't become a habit or anything...

Of Hot Showers and Female Intuitions by  cyndrarae  Sam‘s journey through teenage angst and sexual experimentation leads him to an irrefutable truth… he loves his big brother more than he should.

One Love, One Bond  by  RudexAndxNotxGinger   Sam and Dean have a special relationship. And it all started when Sam hit puberty.     

The Only Thing By BewareTheIdes  Ok, look, there’s not a delicate way to say it; Sammy sucks Dean’s nipples.  

P A R A D I S E (Born to Die!Verse) This story follows the lives of two young brothers as they try to make it in a dark world. After an overdose threatens to tear them apart forever, Sam and Dean vow to never leave each other's side again and hit the open roads of the American West to live fast and free together. They fight and fuck like every day could be their last because one day it just might be.

Plausible Deniability by BewareTheIdes Dean get a little freaked out about his relationship with Sam, and a whole lot freaked out when calling it off gets Sam interested in some other guy.

Sam’s First Love by  JAYJEN11   Dean was Sam’s superhero, his protector, he taught him everything. It only made sense Sam loved him but then he thinks he fell in love with him and Dean had taught him everything else so why not this too? This is not a love story. This is real life and sometimes real life sux.

Sam Liking Boys (And Dean)  by  stuck_as_sarah Titles pretty self-explanatory, just weecest thats pretty much a pwp. 

Sammy's Rule by Sammy_Rae22   John Winchester leaves his 12 and 16 year old sons for a hunt. While he is away Sam gets closer and closer to his brother, till he has to form a rule to control himself. That rule is to NEVER look at his brother like he is some sex lord. But what happens when things start to get a little out of control?                            

Sequelae  by candlejill After annihilating the boundaries between them, Sam and Dean both struggle to accept the change in their relationship. With Dean battling his guilt and Sam counting down the days until he’s able to put hunting in his past, they attempt to salvage what is left of their brotherly bond.

Note: Sequel to Situational Machismo

Situational Machismo by  candlejill  While on a hunt, Sam and John are hit with a mysterious spell causing them to switch bodies. Sam is devastated at the repercussions that could affect his future. The Winchesters are left with the monumental task of figuring out how to change back. Dean, previously believed to be unaffected, begins to have new troubling thoughts towards his brother causing him to think that maybe he did not escape the spell untouched after all.

Note: There is no sexual relationship between Sam and Dean while Sam is in John's body.

So It Goes by  jenajasper Dean would always remember the first time               

Teen Antichrist Master List by smallcaps Crack!AU teen antichrist Sammy has horns and a tail…and a hammer!  Dean keeps his hands to himself.  Barely.

A Thousand Miles to Get There  by  alakewood   Dean's not quite sure when it happened, but somewhere along the line he and Sam started messing around – it started with chaste kisses and graduated to more physical expressions of their desire. And, at some point, he fell in love with his little brother. Now, while on a cross-country roadtrip with his family, in the deceptive privacy of their RV, Dean has to prove to Sam that going away to college isn't going to change how he feels.              

The Time Traveler’s Brother by AmyPond45 Dean’s life is turned upside down the night his mother dies. But that’s also the night a mysterious grown-up version of Dean’s brother first appears in his life. While Dean grows up, “Old Sam” is often there, especially when Dean’s father isn’t. As Dean learns what the future holds, he begins to question everything his father has taught him about who he is and what he is supposed to become. Can Dean find a way to save his little brother from his own future?

To The Edge and Over   by   paperstorm, slf630   Here’s the thing. Dean’s mostly perfect in Sam’s eyes. He’s beautiful inside and out – cocky, charming, brave, fiercely loyal, flawed and stubborn and annoying and amazing – and Sam’s so stupidly in love with him it isn’t even close to funny. And there’s no way in hell Dean can ever know.     

Two-Headed Boy  by dollylux Sam's life from sixteen to twenty-two years old. This is a story of the last days of innocence during a sweltering Southern summer when Sam is so in love with his brother, he can barely stand his touch. It's the pain between them through lies, through jealousy, through seeing each other with someone else. Theirs is a story of leaving and Stanford, of Dean feeling lost and Sam nearly losing himself without his brother. It's fire and reunion and a love never lost - ever-present and no longer deniable.

Under the Blanket by Colette_Capricious   Sam is relentless when he wants something. Dean is helpless in the face of Sam’s desires and this thing that is building between them. It can’t happen, it won’t happen. It’s wrong. But why isn’t John doing anything to stop it? Could there actually be something on this earth than John Winchester is afraid to face?  

Verses Like Yours and Mine by rivers_bend   Sam/Dean are regular brothers – no demon, no hunting, Mary’s alive – who fall in love with each other.  

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Protection R Us

Protection R Us

Dean Winchester X  Reader

“Thank God you showed up!” Sam greet me at the door. He usher me in as quick as he could and guild me through the maze of the new bunker. My eyes wonder along the walls that still had no personality to them.

“I'm here to help in any way I can. Dean didn't tell me what kind of case, but I could hear in his voice that something big is going down.” You answer as Sam took your orange and white backpack and a pure orange carry on bag.

“We really appreciate it. We are a little bit out number at the moment.” Sam toss your bags into a spare room and then lead you to the war room. Where Bobby Singer sat. He was completely  healthy and alive. The time didn't show any signs of him being older then when you knew him.

You were overwhelm by the sight of Bobby sitting at the table. He was sitting in between a blonde woman and  a younger blonde juvenile. You stop dead in your tracks as your eyes did a double second take on him.

“Bobby?” You breath out.  Last you knew Bobby had join the other hunter's in the sky. The mention of his name brought tears in your eyes. You tried blinking them out but it was too late. Bobby was your solid ground to you, back in the day. He took notice you standing in the doorway.

“Hey kid, how ya been?” He push away from the table that held a huge map on it and made his way to you. I guess this is why they call it the War Room. You gratefully egress into his hug as it felt great to see him again, “I know, I know, It's been a bit. I guess you didn't know?” His rough voice was filled with question and guilt.

“You can say that again. But no, Dean didn't mention anything like this in our rare check ups.” You gush out with a laugh, you were just happy to see him back. But the reunion was cut short by a certain voice.

“Y/N, I”m glad you came.” Dean's deep voice sent chills down your spine. His voice was different now that you were here. You couldn't pin point his feelings but then again you never could with the older Winchester.

“Of course I did.” You were met with two more pairs of eyes. Your heart jump into your throat making it hard to speak. There she stood. What were you suppose to do? You couldn't freak out. You and Dean hadn't seen each other in years. The short texts and phone calls were what you got from him. So it makes sense that he went back to her. You let the frustration out only in your head and greeted them with a polite smile.

In front of Dean stood Lisa and Ben. You force yourself to swallow a huge gulp that form in your throat to go down. The heartache drove the nail deeper into your already wounded heart.

“Hello, I'm Y/N/N.” you recover quickly.

Lisa was quick to introduce Ben and Herself. It was hard to take in. You knew about Lisa and her son after the fall of Sam took place. You left well alone because Sam wanted Dean to be happy with a normal life. A life that you could not offer since you were in the same business.

“Can I have a word with you?” Dean gravelly voice rose from behind you. You spun around to face him only to almost collide into his board chest. His intense eyes was staring you down. You only nodded your head and follow him out of the war room. Soon you found yourself alone in the kitchen. Your mouth drop open at how big and updated it was. Once you were done scanning the room, you force your eyes back to him.

“What?” You ask as your eyes widen to the look he was giving you. The serious face he was giving out in the war room had faded into relax loving gaze. Dean stood by a metal table that was in between the two of you.

“It's good to lay eyes on you again.” His comment caught you off guard. Your head snap toward the door way and then back to him. Letting his words rotate in your brain. The sudden switch in his demoner was a great distraction. The last hunt you guys were on went bad. That's when things went south for the two you.

“It's good to see you again, too.” You finally admit as your eyes met his. Dean's pouty lips rise into a astonishing smile. A smile you hadn't seen in forever. Bitter words and snide remarks was the last thing you two said to each others. The smile made your heart beat. You two never hook up or anything like that but this boy was trouble and you knew it. But your brain wouldn't let you have this joyful moment with him. It was already thinking about the case with Lisa and Ben in the background.

“So what's going on? Do you need me to hunt down a lead?” You broke out of the staring contest you were having with him.

“No, nothing like that. I need you to do something very important for me. I'm only asking you because I know I can trust you to get the job done.” His bright green eyes darken as he spoke. Goosebumps ran up and down your arms after hearing that he trusted You even after all this time.

“You got it D, what do you need me to do?” You started to walk around the table to get closer to him but something in your gut made you stop. So you only made it to the head of the table. You reach out and patted Dean's hand before retrieving back.

“I need you to stay here and watch over them.” His eyes were now were scary dark. His request again had you floor with another distraction.

“You want me to babysit?” The words finally form in your mouth even though you knew you could spit out a better way of saying it.

“Yes, They're very important people in my life that I need you to guard them while Bobby, Sam, and I are gone.” And that is where you were shot down from your cloud nine. Guess you didn't make the cut of his small friends and family circle. So much for the old love feelings, You thought as you put yourself in hunter mode.

“Yea, you got it.” You respond but even you notice the sudden tone in your voice.

So did Dean as he close the space between you. He reach out grabbing gently onto your shoulder. You look up at him while putting on your best fake smile.

“What's wrong?” His voice now in a whisper. The tone so seductive that you already felt yourself slipping through the cracks of your own wall.

“I just normally don't do Babysitting but if that's what you guys need then I'm here to get the job done. What are you hunting?”

“Some kind of new shifter over in New Orleans.” His eyes shift in moods again but You were already breaking free from his stare as you continue to poke information out of him.

“When do you leave?” You suddenly found the table quite interesting with your eyes.

“We are leaving around eleven tonight.” You nodded.

“Look, Y/N...” Dean started but was cut off by Ben and the blonde teen entering the kitchen.

“Can you show me the man room?” Ben ask right away.

“Uh in a minute, Ben. I have to catch up with Y/N before heading out.” Dean scratch the back of his head. You turn your head to Dean.

“Nah, the mission is pretty self-explanatory.” You tried to excuse your self back to the war room but Dean wasn't having it.

“No, there is more I need to tell you.” Dean reach out for you and pull you into the war room, “Jack you need to be in here too.” He gruff out behind him as kept a tight grip on you.

The 'more talk' ended up being a half an hour long. There was so much that spun your head as Sam talk about meeting Jack first and his back ground.you where floor by who Jack's father was. That was when he brought his attention to the blonde woman sitting on Dean's right. Lisa was on his left but lets not get your jealousy boiling. Turns out that she was their dead mother Mary. Jack had help recuse her and Bobby.

“Just when you think your guys life can get any stranger then in a snap of finger, your in another drama soap opera.” You gush out laughing. You place a hand on your chest. The news was certainly overwhelming so you excuse yourself for another beer.

You found peace in being alone in the kitchen. So much emotions were trying to take over that You just needed a breather, or so that's what your head was telling you. You found a beer in the fridge and snap it open. You let your eyes wonder over everything in the kitchen. You survey where everything was, you should get a quick tour from one of the guys before they leave. You told yourself you need a perimeter check. If they are hunting a shifter, they could be anywhere or anyone so this would be the first place they would hit. Unless they were hunting a greenie that was a bit to messy.

“A penny for your thought.” A low grumbling voice broke you out of your thoughts. You were not disturb by the presence lurking be hide you.

“About time you spoke up, I was wondering how long you were going to stand in the door way.” Bobby chuckle at your comment.

“Never could sneak up on you. Even when your in your damn head.” You turn to face him.

“Well I got peeps that have been helping more with my training now.”

“Oh, that so. Anybody special I should know about.” Your nose scrunch of falling in love with another guys so soon. You look to see the playfulness in his eyes.

“No, their a different type of team but they are doing well keeping the monster at bay. I'm proud to be part of their family.” You brush it off. It was a lot of truth in your words but there was still secrets to be held.

“Oh.”

“So wow, that was a bomb dropped.” You blew out knowing that Bobby would get what you were saying.

“It's been an interesting time without you.” Oh that was a low blow even for him.

You huffed out a grunt.

“Yea well it wasn't working out and I thought a little time would ease things over but I guess that I spent more time away then I thought.” You confess freely.

“Time is a fickle thing.” He retorted while going for another beer.

“When did you grow wiser?” You poke fun at him. This earn you a earn small smile that only Bobby's close ones can witness.

“Didn't you hear? I pulled a Sam and Dean.” We share a laugh as he was referring to Dean and Sam's death.

“Well pass that shit they gave you cause I’m really sick of losing our people.”

Time spun faster then you thought as it was quickly approaching Eleven. Dean broke down and took Ben and Lisa to his man cave. Sam had giving you and Mary a full tour of the bunker so that you could have more eyes on the place. By the time you guys reach the garage, Sam couldn't take your giggling anymore.

“Ok what gives, Y/N/N.” He wasn't anger as you can see the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Are you schooling your mother on how to be safe. Between the two of us I say we have this cover. Everything will be fine.” Sam shook his head.

“I'm not schooling, I'm just making sure that you two know what to do if something happens when we are gone.” You widen your eyes as you shared a look with Sam that scream those weren't the right words to use.

“Mary, you should ground him for doubting us.” Mary smile a weary smile. Sam had told You she was still having a hard time adjusting to being back around them. You could see the look she would give them often. It read that she couldn't believe these were her babies. She had lost so much time with them that You bet she couldn't name some of their favorite things.

“Yes, I think I should.” Jumping into the joke. This earn a laugh from you.

“What's going on in here?” Dean's voice cut your laughter short. You weren't expecting him to catch up with you guys on the tour. Your not gonna lie you thought he was to hang out with Ben and Lisa. She seem glue to his side since you got here.

“He's grounded!”

“They're ganging up on me!” You and Sam spoke at the same time. Man did it feel good to laugh like that.

Eleven was here now and the boys, including Bobby, were heading out the door. It was just you standing in the doorway. The boys had said their good-byes in the man cave where all the other's were. Mary gave them a look that you could only mirror. She didn't like being left behind and neither did you, as a matter of fact.

Sam gave you a big hug while wishing you guys to be safe. Bobby gave you a quick pat on the back as he strode by.

“Keep these Idjits safe for me?” You toss your head towards the boys. This got you frowns from them. As Bobby and Sam climb into the car, Dean was hesitated to join them. You raise a questioning eyebrow to him. “What?” You barely got out as Dean was suddenly in front of you.

Dean tower over you as you couldn't read the emotion behind his eyes. And for a split second you thought he was going to kiss you. You felt your lips pucker up when you saw his do the same. But another crash was waiting for you around the bend as he pressed his warm lips on your forehead.

“Keep 'em safe.” He mumble with no emotion in his voice.

“Yes, They will be. Remember you called me? I won't let anything happen to them.” You half joke at him to cover up the feelings that you were having a hard time controlling.

“Yes, yes I did.” The doom and gloom look in his eyes transform into another loving look.

“Now get out of here, so you can get back to them sooner.” Ben and Lisa and Mary. And You are true to your word. They were innocent people that need protecting. Why was your brain tormenting you right now. Something in Dean's eyes flicker at your words. But he brush it off. Dean nodded and took of to his car. You were quick to get back inside to lock up.

After triple checking the bunker for safety and exploration, you stumble upon Dean's man cave. The Tv was blaring a little to loud for your liking but the kids are stuck here and you knew the bunker was soundproof so let them have their fun. You poke your head in the room. The boys had some kind of horror movie on, probably one of Dean's fave, Mary and Lisa  found a corner opposite of the doorway to talking softly with themselves. All good here, you thought as you slip out of the doorway.

“Wait Y/N, come sit with us for a bit.” It was Lisa who called out to you. You bit your tonage as you slowly turn around to greet the women. Mary offer you a spot next to your. You sat down gingerly.What were you suppose to talk about with the crush of your life's mother and girlfriend?

“So you are in the business as well?” Lisa's eyes lit up as she ask the question. You shift a little uncomfortable about where this was going to lead.

“Yea, I have a family like this back in California that I check in with often. I like to travel a lot.” The last part wasn't a total lie. Keeping yourself on the road kept your mind from wondering back to a cheeky Winchester.

“Oh what are they like?”

“Uh well there at not the typical hunting group but their team work has save a lot of people and has help close Hell Mouths in their area.”

“So you been hunting long?” Mary took a sip of beer as her eyes wonder over to the boys and then the door. Always keeping an eye out, that was a life motto. Nowhere was completely safe.

“Yea grew up in a community of them. Crazy hunters that believing that they can both hunt and have a family.”

“Oh how is that working?” Lisa's eye burn into your as you answer Mary's question.

“Well we have lost the same amount of our people as of yours. So about the same.” Your eyes darted to the door to escape the pain look in Lisa's eyes.  Mary nodded as your response.

“How did you met the guys?” Lisa swallow a mouthful of beer as distraction from your look.

“Oh ran into each other on a hunt, decided to share it and then hung out at a shady looking bar before we exchange numbers. Then we went our separate ways.” You left out the blow out with Dean a few years ago. You also left out the fact that you and Dean were pretty close with each other. No need to start that drama, You thought as got up and stretch your arms. Your belly was getting hungry and you require to check the bunker again.

“Really?” Befuddle set in both Mary and Lisa's eyes.

“So when did you and Dean date in your time frame with him?” Jack's question made you almost snap your neck looking at him. Your mouth hit the floor. What did he say? Your brain quickly replay the question for you over and over.

“Dean and I never been together like that. We've just good friends.” I put my hands up in defenses. Your heart was hammer worst then a jack hammer.

“How odd Sam says...” Jack continue but Mary cut him off with a look.

“Really?” Lisa was astound by Your answer. You try scanning her eyes for jealous or hatred but she was just as confuse. Before anymore questions could be thrown your way, you excuse yourself for the checking round and to make dinner. Mary and Lisa protest but you wave it off.

Sam said what? You chugged a half of beer before putting back in the fridge. What was that? It felt like they were interrogating you but in a school girl way. You brush it off as you made your rounds quickly and then head into the kitchen to make burgers.

“Seriously Y/N? Your just going to walk out?” You stop for a moment but refuse to turn around. Your bag hanging off your shoulder. Now he chose to lighten up on the anger? You shook your head as you vow not to speak anymore tonight to him. But Dean, being Dean, wasn't having it.

You took a deep breath in and focus on the light beer buzz. You put your hand on the handle and that’s when a guilty feeling hit you. “Don't wait up for me. I'll be back late.”Breaking your vow of silence to hopeful give him a peace of mind of your return. You were frustration with him but you still kept your head.

“Where are you going?” Dean growled out like an anger parent.

“Back to Tobias.” The lie roll off your tongue. But if he knew You just wanted to be alone then he would tag along. Dean was a confrontational man when he was poke, But You? On the other hand, needed breathing room to rein in your emotions. And boy did you have a lot.

“We just left the bar?” Confusion was not taking over his tone.

“No, you got angry and dragged me home. Like this!” You hiss while snatching his wrist, in which you gave a strong tug. The action caught Dean off guard, he had to take a step to regain his balance. That's what it was like for you only the tugging didn't stop until you got to the motel.

“Well you shouldn't be doing that kind of stuff with an injury like that!” You knew You were painting Dean into a corner and that was a bad idea. But not one time did he even think about how you felt about the how situation.

And in truths, the relationship between the two of you went from love fun friends to him giving you the silent treatment all the time. So this fight you were both picking with each other had been building up the last couple months. You glance down at the area he was pointed. Without thinking about it You pull up on your shirt up to your bra line.

“What about it?” You look down to see only a light busing. You hum to yourself as you thought it would at least bruise more.  

“Uh...” The hesitate in Dean's voice made your eyes snap up at him. His cheeks were dusted in red and he was looking away. Your cheeks flush as you realize what you had done. You drop your shirt while look away. You were still waiting for an explanation.

“It looks fine to me.” You piped up when he wasn't going to give you one.

“I don't want you to leave.” He blurt out.

“Oh...” The tone in Deans voice melted all your anger away.

Dean took a step forward but then stop. It seem that he had more on his mind for you to hear.

“What you did tonight.”Your eyes met his. You were shock to see that the anger wasn't back but pure terror was in its place. That was all you require to close the space between you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you buried your head in his shoulder. This was it, Your heart swell with the thought that Dean was going to open up to you about his feelings.

But you were shot down as he grabbed your waist after a moment pushing you away.

“You can't do that again. You can't put your life at risk like that Not for me, Not for Sam. Do you got it?” You smile softly as it was another miscalculating with you two. You brush your hand across his cheek.

“Dean, I didn't put myself in danger. I was were I was when I needed to be. I always be where you need me.” Your voice drop to a whisper as you could feel Dean's hands snake around your waist again pulling you closer.

Your lips dance with each other before you two pulled for air. You were finally kissing Dean. You look up to see the green dancing with excitement.

“Whatever you call it. Just don't do it again.” He purred into your neck. You wish that you could let his words go but you couldn't. What did he mean by that? You pulled back and look at him.

“I can't Sweetheart. I stuck to the plan and I will always stick to the plans.”

Dean's face fell as the scenario play out again.

“That wasn't the plan. The plan was for me to...”

“That was the first plan, Sam and I can up with this one.” Dean plan failed when he was caught by three demons. You sigh as the peaceful movement had vanish already.

“You put yourself in danger and you guys call that a plan!” Dean bark out making you cringe from his loudness.

“It got the job done. What did you want us to do? Let you get killed?” You pinch the bridge of your nose as you sat down in a chair close to the door.

“Yes, I want both of you to get out of there.” Dean stood in front of you with his hands on his hips as he stare down to you.

“News flash, Who do you think will have to take care of them if you did die?” You raise your hands to gesture yourself.  Your words smacked the words right out of Dean. Did he seriously think that you were going to give up hunting if something happen to one of them? A few moment in the quiet brought Dean back to the room.

He move over to you and pulled you into your feet. He tower over you if he stood straight up but this time he crumble down into you as you you wrapped your arms back around him. The two you of stay that way for awhile.

“Whenever you need me. I will be there.” You whisper to him. Even when he didn't want you there.

“I need to tell you something...” He breath into your ears just as a knock came to the door.

You broke apart to answer the door. It was probably Sam trying to get back in. But to be on the safe side you put your foot on the other side the door to prevent someone form busting through.

“Hiya, Sugar, are you the surprise Dean was whispering in my ears about.” You didn't respond to her question as you shut the door slightly. You scan the floor for your bag.

“Who is it?” Dean call to you as tears where already blurring your vision. You found the forgotten bag and made it back to the door before he caught up with what was going on.

“What is it now? Y/N.” He growling with anger when he saw your tears. This made you stop at the door. You open it all the way waving the barfly in.

“No Honey. He is all yours.” You said to them both as you bolted out the door.

“Y/N?! Come back here!” Dean tried to catch up but he didn't want to leave the motel room empty.

“Y/N!?” He call again you spun on your heels a few feet away from the main road.

“Don't wait up for me!. I'm going to meet up with Tobias.” You spat out.

You disappear into the night back tracking to the bar. You didn't meet up with Tobias. You don't even know why you even told him that. Who were you kidding? You did it out the hatred of the barfly that show up ready to party with a guy you thought was falling in love with you. You did stay out late. So late that you never did return to the motel that night.

It was evening time on the forth night when you got a phone call from Sam. When his name lit up on your phone you assume that it was a check up call or better they were finishing up and heading home. But the conversation that you held with him was triggering your hunting instincts.

“How's it going?”

“It's still going. Everyone still at the bunker?” Sam's voice was a bit off. And his question over the phone was concerning.

“We are right were you guys left us.” I poke fun at him. He grunted with that answer. Sam hardly ever did that.

“Good, that's good. Uh Dean is heading out there now. Can you have him call me when he gets in?”

“Un sure, Why is Deano heading back so soon? Did you bag the demons?”

“Uh yea, Bobby and I are just finishing up here.”

“Sweet. Umm when did Dean leave so I can get a ETA. You know so I can let him in.” You tried playing casual as you could.

“Oh he'll be there in a couple hours.” Sam said. And you could almost hear the smirking in his voice. Why would he be smile at this.

“Ok well I will let you go and I will have Dean text ya when he gets hear.”

The conversation with Sam ran cold chills down your spine. You hope the guys were ok. You set out to collect Mary and Lisa to tell them the news.  The day had spill into a beautiful blue twilight when you heard the pounding of Dean's fist on the door. It echo out down the halls disturbing the peacefulness that it had fallen into. You sat the book that you were reading down to answer it.

“Who's there?” You tease through the metal. Dean's growling voice answered back. Dean didn't waste anytime stomping through the door way. You quickly shut and lock the door.

“Hey what the Muck, Winchester?” You growled at him as you grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back to the front door. His green eyes held a void in them as they stare down at you. You took a silver blade out of your pocket.

“It's me! Alright?” He pull his arm away from my grip.

“Are you kidding me!? These are your rules!” You snap back. Boy was he being an asshole.

Your snide remark must of kick start his brain as he began nodding his head. He lifted up his long sleeve shirt. Strange bruises were up and down his arm. You took the blade and flatten to his skin. Dean made no reaction. Just like you thought.

“Wow you had a trip. Are you okay.” You mention done to his wounds.

“Yes, yes. I'm a little antsy right now. The stupid Demon got away.” You kept your face with a concern look as you thought back on Sam's words. The demons was already dead.

“Oh shit. Okay what next? You need me to pack up and head out to Sammy?” You cross your arms over your chest to show that you were worried.

“Yes, I think that's a good idea. Where is Lisa and Ben by the way?”

Your face drop a little as you tried to remember as if the question blind sight you.

“I think they are watching a comedy in the man's cave. You did give them access to it while they were here.” Dean's eyes narrow down as he scan your eyes for any lies. He nodded.

“Well I don't need to tell you where it is. I'm going to go pack and head out.” And with that you casual walk down the hall to your room with an extra shake to your hips.

You listen as Dean stomp his boots down to the cave. Once he was inside the room with the lights on you slipped in the room with him. He didn't seem to notice you had been stalking him as he was angry mutter something on under his breathe.

“Oh that's right! They all went for a movie. I was so caught up in the peace that I forgot they left.” Your voice startle him as he spun around to greet you.

He shove his hands in his front pocket to contain the anger that he was feeling.

“Which one?”

“I dunno.” you retorted.

“When will they be back?”

“I dunno.” You blew out your respond on that one.

“How could you let them leave?” His voice filling up with more rage.

“Sam call and gave me the okay.” You retorted back.

“You shouldn't have let them leave.” The lowness of the voice was what you had been waiting on.

“Geez Dean, I'm not their mother. They said they were going so I let them.”

Dean lash out at You grabbing you by the arms and shoving you to the wall. Your shoulder hit the wall but You quickly regain your guard. He had no idea he was falling for your trap. Now he was in between you and the door.

“What the hell!?” You cry out in the same rage.

“You shouldn't have done that.” He growled again but this time his voice was more like a animal then Dean.

“What are you going to do? Kill me and wear my skin?” You back fire with a devilish grin. This made the shifter face falter.

“Doesn't matter your the first to go. Then I will hunt down the others.”

The shifter didn't waste anytime lunging for you again. The both of you wrestle around for a few before he had you by the arms and pinned up against the wall. In that short of time the shifter had manage to slice you with silver blade that he kept a hold of. The gash wasn't deep but the blood pouring out didn't show it. Boy, was this a strong whipper snapper, you thought as you struggle to get loose. Dean's green eyes faded into black with a fire-orange outline. The real Dean wasn't kidding when he said it was a new kind of shifter.  He lean his mouth closer Your neck as I could see that he was planning to bite out your throat.

“Hey Asshole!” A new voice rang out in the room. The shifter turn to see that Mary was in her fighting stance with a gun. “Leave her be!” This made the shifter chuckle.

“And if I don't?” He asked not take his off you.

A loud bang rang out in the small concrete room. Mary had shot a silver bullet into his shoulder. The shifter lose his grip on you. He chortle at the move she made.  He turn to face her. Mary's face was still stone poker straight.

“That's not going to work on me.” He spit out at her.

“We know, but this will.” You broke your arm free and dropped the syringe into your palm. The syringe had been hiding up your sleeve since you got the call from Sam. Before either one could react you slam the needle into his neck and push down hard and fast. 100 cc of pure liquid silver mix with salt.

Black veins began to spread on his skin. The dosage that you gave him sent him on the ground in convulsions. You and Mary watch as smoke began to rise from the dead corpse leaving behind one hellish smell. Once you were sure that the shifter was dead. You pull out your phone and took pictures of it. You then proceeded to retrieve another syringe. This time it was empty. You bend down and took as much slimy blood as you could.

This earn you a look from Mary.

“I got a couple peeps that loves to look at this stuff under the scope. She breaks it all the way down to the DNA strain.” Mary nodded.

“Your California family? Anyone special?” The question took you off guard. What was she fishing for now?

“Just a very, very, old brother and his hunting crew. Been with them since I was 18.” She look impressed. Once that vial was safely put away, You had Mary return to Lisa and Ben.

“Can I offer you any assistance?” Jack broke you from your thoughts. You had been staring at the corpse while running scenarios in your head. You smile at the politeness that beam off him.

“Oh Jacky, until you get your grace back you are a target as well,” You started as You saw that his smile dropped a bit. “But if you go secure the others in a new spot without my knowledge then you can be my look out?”

The brightness in his smile bounce out of the room just as he did. He really was a good kid. You look down to your blood soak shirt. You will have to tend to that later. Who else know how many more shifters were lurking out there. It seem the monster have been hunting together. Which means they have been studying us and how we hunt them.  

Jack was back in a flash arm with a gun. You raise an eyebrow to him.

“Don't worry, I have been train and this is my own gun.” His words were strong and focus but that did stop you from being a little wary about it.

“Ok, Lets do this before it gets too dark.”

It took surprisingly an hour to been done with the burning. Jack made due on his word. He never spoke but kind hidden in the shadows. He must have pick that up from Dean. Once that was said and done and the both of you were back inside. You sent Jack back to the others, but he pause once he hit the doorway.

“But then you won't know where we are to protect us?” He question as his face scrunch feriecerly.

“Yes, because we can't be to certain that there are others out there that are ready to pounce next. Mary knows what to do next.” You usher him along as it was pushing nearly three in the morning.  A smile wash the frustration out on his face.

“I like you, Y/N. I hope we can take some time out and talk.” Jack beam at you.

“I like you too Jack but you need to hide.”

It was so quiet in the bunker that you could hear a ticking clock in your mind as the minutes past. You had clasped into a chair that was facing the bunker main door. You had made another sweep around that main parts of the bunker for the fifteen time as you were still buzzing from the adrenaline. You wonder back on the boys as you hope everything was okay. If a shifter show up here, did it mean they were in trouble or was this a plot to get to Dean's love ones without him here? Your mind was coming up with new scenes by the ticking seconds.

Pounding erupted on the thick metal door causing you to jump up pulling your gun in front of you. You made your way to the door but not dropping your gun.

“Who is it?” You call roaring.

“It's us, can you let us in?” Sam voice answer back. You did as he ask but once the door was open the four men were greet with your gun. What four guys? Cas had join them now.

“It's okay Y/N, It's us the case is close and the three bastards are dead.” Dean beam brightly as he nodded down to his arm. You had fail to see that all three guys had their silver blade against their skin. Their arms were dirty but no weird bruise. So then you move your gun to Cass.

“Well you know how to prove it you already.” You lower your gun as he vanish into thin air.

You lower your gun and follow the boys into the war room where it was brighter. Just the shining victory in their eyes told you they were really them. Dean had disappear into the kitchen for beer as Bobby pull your guard chair back with an eyebrow to Sam.

“What happen?” He question but before you could explain Sam interrupt you again. “ Y/N your cover in blood what happen?”

In two seconds Sam and Bobby were standing by you waiting for you to show the wound.

“I'm fine. But we had a guest appearance by a fourth shifter.” You laugh out to show that you were not seriously injury.

“What? There was a fourth one?” Bobby gruff out as he called out to Dean.

Your face flared up as Bobby holler his name. Sam usher you to a chair and pull up your shirt. He was in the process of cleaning the cake blood from your skin when Dean reappeared.

“Y/N? Your hurt?” Worry wash over his once happy face. You felt horrible for robbing him of his rare happy moments.

“I”m fine. He's dead and burned and I even got a blood sample to see if we can make it easier to kill them.” Your words rush over deaf ears as Dean shut his mouth and look at you.

“Ben and Lisa?” He blurred out.

A flash of pain took over your face at his words.

“Sorry, how long have you been injured?” Sam took the wince as if he did it.

“Your fine Sammy,” You told him quietly. You look back up at Dean.

“I don't know.” You said coolly as your eyes stare back into his. Another wave of shock turn anger took over his bright eyes like a storm clouds on the beach.

“What the hell do you mean you don't know!?” He bark out, just like the night of your departure.

“Dean.” Sam snapped at his brother. Dean put the five beers down on the map table and shove his hand in his pockets. He stare you down for an explanation. You almost felt like a five year old getting in trouble but then you remember that you were a full grown woman that kicks monsters asses for a living.

“As in, I don't know. But I think they are still the bunker.” Jack knew to stay put in the safety of the bunker walls.

“You think they are in the bunker? What the hell were you thinking? I called you because I thought you could get the job done. Now you don't know where they are?” Bobby stood up by now and push Dean back. Dean grew quite for the next ten minutes as Sam finish fixing you up. You quickly got up making your way to the room.

“We're not done here Y/N. I thought I could trust you with this. But I was wrong, you still have a lot to learn about protecting people. The first rule is to not let them out of your sight!” He bark at you again. You pause in the middle of the room to challenge him back but you didn't have too. You turn to see that the plan you made with Mary had a successful ending.

“That's enough Dean. She is a hero.” Mary's harsh tone caught the guys attention. Every single person that Dean put you in charge of stood beside Cass in perfect health.

“I did what I was hired to do.” You spat at him with much venom in your voice. You left him open mouth as you return to your room to pack up your stuff.

A half an hour later, you were still laying on your back on your make shift bed. You hadn't pack anything as it just felt good to lay down. Now that everything was back to normal the pain in your side was throbbing. A tug of war was going on in your head. Do you pack up and leave? Or should you at least stay the night and gain the rest you truly deserved?  Oh who were you kidding? Did you want another chance encounter with Dean or not? No, you didn't but your body was on the opposite team. Traitor, You thought to yourself as a light knocking broke your thought.

You didn't realize you had grunt from pain as you sat up on the bed until the door flew open. Sam and Jack appear with concern looks on their face. You gave them your best deer in head light look.

“Are you sure that was the only injury that you got?” Sam face wrinkle. But You could read that he was trying to find an excuse to keep your here. It wasn't fair to him how you took off last time. And though you apology over texts and phone calls it was still hard on him.

“We brought you some pain pills for your wound.” Jack hand you a pill bottle and a can of Y/F can of soda pop. Now you were sure that they were keeping you here seeing how you couldn't drive under these strong meds.

“How did you know this was my favorite?” There hadn't been any soda pop in the house before they left.

Jack bit back a grin as he pass a look to Sam.

“Oh great, you two taught Jack to silent talk now?” Boy it was great to see the boys pulling Jack under wing. You shook your head. Should you take the pills?

“We're not taking no, Y/N” Sam lecture in his towering firm body.  And without thinking you shook the bottle and down three white pills as you swallow the sugary goodness that You let yourself enjoy once in awhile.

“Good, I have so much to talk to you about this case.” Jack beam as Sam pull him back to the door.

“Attack her with your questions at breakfast, Jack.” Sam told the younger male. Sam wish you good night with a sparkle in his eyes that he knew you weren't planning on taking off this time.

The medicine claimed you moments after getting your body under a sheet at least. The beautiful escape in dreaming was one of the few bless you allow yourself. There you could do anything from sunbathing on the beach to going on a major shopping trip with unlimited money. This of course if one knew to conquer one's nightmares. In which you have about 90 percent achieve.

Certain family events and cases still hit you in your nightmares from time to time. But you have confidence that you will one day get over that as well.

Your dream tonight was that you were under a pink umbrella on a poolside of an high-ticket hotel watching a lot of different hot guys roam around talking to the other ladys.

It was nice having everyone ignoring you for a change. As crazy as that sounds but you knew the underline meaning of the dream and you relish in it. Your dream was giving you a peaceful time with no hunting, or chasing down a lead that someone had asked or saving a life. The last part sounded selfish but if no one was getting hunted then no one needed saving.

It was still dark when you woke from the medicine slumber. You stretch easy of the side wound that was down to a dulling pain. At least the burning sting was gone, Your mumble to yourself. After a few minutes of  zoning out to fully wake up, you decided to pack up the weapons seeing how you will make the boys take over if need be. If push comes to shove you will have Sam come to your defense.

The bunker was quiet and barely lit. It was easy on your eyes as your quietly padded into the war room. You swiftly cross the room with your shoes on and jacket and bag in your hand. As your hand touch the doorknob a grunt rose up from behind you. You turn to see two silhouettes sitting in the dark. Your free hand snake around your throat as the medicine had been was still messing with your awareness.

“I told you she would bail before morning.” Dean hoarse voice kill the calmness in the room.

“Is it true? Y/N, are you leaving already?” Jack's broken voice broke the anger in your throat. You  calmly regain yourself as you made your way in front of them.

“Well Jackie, It's true because Dean knows everything about me,” You were looking at Jack but then move to Dean for the next part. You eyes morph into cold, icy ones. You swore that even in the dark that Dean gulp at the look you were giving him. “But wait he doesn't. I'm going to the car to put my weapons away. I'll be back in.” You finish your speech with Jack and a warm smile telling him you weren't going anywhere.

“She lied once, she will do it again.” Dean poke again.

This time without any words you step up to where Dean was sitting. You raise the bag in your hand high in the air then dropped it on one of Dean's legs. He didn't take long for him to cry out in pain as the different kind of metals hit him.

“Damn it Y/N. That hurt.” Dean growled as he rubbed his wounded foot. You didn't feel an ounce of guilt for dropping it on his foot. Even though he was only wearing socks.

“Oooppps I guess I hate it when I lie.” You snapped as you grab it back and headed out the door with a soft click. No point in waking the others because Dean was being Dean.

As anticipate the morning air was chilly as you snuggle on your jacket. You were park away from the bunker hidden between the full green trees. You didn't want to announces to anything that you were there guarding the others. The morning sun had broke into the sky as the light blue sky was riddle with reds and oranges. You took the time to look up and appreciate the view in front of you. It brought you back to the world of what was right and wrong.

You slipped into the bunker this time closing the door with an even softer click before. You turn to see that Jack and  Dean abandon their spot. What surprise you the most was that Sam was now in Dean's spot. He gave you a sheepish look as you took Jack's spot.

“I'm sorry, did we wake you?” Knowing that Dean crying out loud was all on you. You saw the whirlpool in his eyes before he could make up an answer.

“I agree to stay Sam. I wouldn't disappear on you like that...” But you were cut off.

“Oh like you did that night.” You were wrong Dean hadn't withdrawal to his room.

“Man, I'm not the only one who lies so don't you dare put this all on me. Your loves ones are safe just like I swore to you. So just back the Muck off me!” you just off the chair.

Dean was now in front of you cutting you off from the room you were staying. His arms cross over as he pump out his chest at you.

“What are you talking about?” He dare play dumb with you.

“I guess your Honey wasn't too disappoint that I didn't stick around.” He scoff at your words.

“Oh Y/N that's not what that look like.” You flare up now. How was it suppose to look?  You move to get pass him but he continue to block your way. Sam scold him but Dean wasn't listening. His eyes were train on You. You could feel the burning as you avoid his eyes.

“That's a laugh.” You huff out.

“Hey, I'm not the one that walk out on their team now Am I?”

“Your still right on that one, because your the one that pushes everyone until they had their breaking point. Your way or the highway, Right Deano?” You snapped back in a rage of your own.

Without thinking you muster up all your strength and shove Dean in the chest. So much anger and over the past year you upped your weight traning. Dean went sailing back. His butt hit the floor before his back as he was gliding back on the wax floor. He quickly recover from his attack.

“What the hell? I kept your family safe and this is the thanks I get? What did I do wrong?” You demand him to answer you. Dean drop into silence like everyone else had. Which to your surprise had gather in the library. Well there goes waking everyone up, You thought bitingly to yourself.

With everyone's eyes on you were quick to start backing up.

“You didn't do anything wrong except...” Dean anger was cut off by the violent shove you gave him. His voice shaky as if now he really gets why your so angry.

“I can't do this again.” You cut Dean off from answering your questions. You saw the sorrow in his eyes as he stood frozen in his spot. You spun on your feet and bolt back out the door. You could hear Bobby, Mary, and Sam call out for you as Lisa call out to Dean.

You made it to your F/S car without any interruption. You would pull over to a rest stop and cry out the rest of your frustrations. You just need to get away from him again. It was bad enough that you weren't good enough as a lover but now? Now, you weren't good enough protect his family?

What a low blow. You slammed down on all the locks and barricade yourself in the familiarity of your vehicle. The scents of lavender and peaches fill the car still from an old scented air clipper. With one more finally breathe you turn the key. But the engine didn't turn over. What in hell? You moan as you were force to leave your sanctuary. You popped the hood amd began analysing the engine. That's when you notice a spark plug missing.

Winchester, You all but growled when you heard the foot steps quietly up behind you.

With your quick reaction time, you were able to whip out your side arm while using you open door as a cover.

“Whoa, Whoa, it's me Sweetheart! Please don't shoot me.” Dean's hands were out  in the air and he was slightly bent to the ground.

“Give me the plug and I won't.” You didn't lower the gun. Dean face twist with confusion as he lean to take a look under the hood.

“I didn't take it. Damn I wish I was the one to thought of it, if it meant keeping you here.” He smile at his own joke. You place your weapon back in it's hidden spot. You slam the hood down and the driver door shut. Dean straighten up as he watch you move to the trunk.

That's were you retrieve your weapon bag. You could pick up more clothes and assorts later in another town. You slung the bag over your shoulders as you shot a look over to Dean. You then turn on your heels making your way down the long dirt driveway.

“Please, Y/N!” Dean's voice was broken from where he stood. You didn't stop, you shook your head trying to get the doubts of leaving from your head.

“Please, you're right I was trying to push you away. That night you almost died. I watch a demon launch at you and there was nothing I could do because I was tied up. Then later at the bar. You and Tobias, You acted as if you were unfazed by the hunt. I had so much emotion that I couldn't deal with what was burning through my veins.” He call out as you continue on, his voice getting quieter with each step.

But the name Tobias made you stop dead in your tracks. Who the Muck was Tobias? Oh that was the biker you were flirting with at the bar. You spun around to expect him to still be by your car. But he was only a few feet away from you. He must have been whispering to you all this time.

Dean's eyes was rimmed with redness. His hands were shove into the front of his jean pockets. The sun was hitting his face making his green eyes lit up like rare gemstones.

“I didn't go home with him. In fact I never went back to the bar.” Why were you telling him this?

“Honey was a barfly that wouldn't take no for an answer. She saw me scooping you out and decide to intervene. I still can't believe that she found our hotel. I didn't sleep with her either. I actually kick her out the second I got back to the motel.”

Both of you were standing in an awkward silence wondering why you both admit that to each other. A cloud cover the sun darken the look on Dean's face.

“I talk to Mom and Jack. Boy are they smitten by you. You did great back there taking care of them. I'm proud of you.” His words of gratitude surprise you.

“Last night was a different story.” The anger was gone from your voice but you kept the hurt.

Dean brave a small step towards you while he rub the back of his neck.  Once he notice that you weren't backing up he spoke.

“I freak out.” It was a simple answer to the question.

“Yea, no shit. I don't understand why though? Not a hair was harm on your love ones” You pointed out again. A darkness troubled Dean's eyes for a moment.

“I'm sorry your wrong about that one.”

“What does that mean?” You question as you look over everyone in your minds eye. He didn't say anything but pointed down to your gash. Blood has now ruin another one of your shirts.

“I must of rip some stitches when I shove you.” You rise your shirt for a better look. Yep, five busted threads on the corner had let the blood trickle down like a stream. You sigh out of frustration. You lower the shirt back over it as you place your free hand over it. Dean was by your side in a second. He place one of his large hands over yours. The heat was soothing to you.

“That's it, I just should give up wearing white and just stick to reds and blacks. I'm fine.” You choke out your anger but soften your tone when your eyes met Deans.

“Y/N. I was angry about you getting hurt. I thought that if I could trick you into thinking this was a job you would be clear of the danger. I didn't know there was a fourth. And when you said you didn't know where they were. I thought it was because you didn't care.” Tears were blurring your eyes. Dean stroke your cheek as a few tears shed, “Don't worry Mom and Lisa told me everything. I'm impress with the liquid silver.”

“You can't stop me from getting hurt.” You ignore the ping in your heart at Lisa's name. You lift the sleeve of your shirt of to reveal a softball size bruise.

“Did he give you that?!” Dean investigate the yellow now lesion.

“No, I did. Well accidentally as I was trying to exit a hotel bathroom but ended up colliding with the door frame. So you see even I hurt myself.”

“You should come in and let me take a look at that.” he mummer to you. He was so close that you could feel the wind from his words in your ears.  You look toward the bunker knowing that she was still there with her son.

“What about Lisa?” You whisper out. Dean smirk down at you.

“Lisa and I are't together anymore but it still makes them a target. Beside Lisa and I are better friends.” He smirk.

You shot an eyebrow at him. Friends with benefits? Right. But you kept in to yourself. You always want Dean to open up to you and he has. So you shouldn't push your luck. So you let him guide you back to the bunker. Everyone was thankfully in the kitchen as you two made your way to your room. Dean was quick to shut the door behind him. He collect your med kit that you kept in your green bag.

It only took ten minutes to patch you back up in which that time you were growing tired by all the emotional and painful things that had sprung out. You were shifting through your bag to find another shirt to ruin when Dean gave you one of his.

“Don't ruin anymore. Take mine.” You did what he ask without a comment. Which only made Dean face etch with concern. He watch as you took off your shirt, not really caring if he was in the room or not, and snuggled into one of his red flannels.

You stood up from the bed once you were done and headed for the door But you were block by Dean. He place his hands gently on your arms as he gain your attention.

'What is it?” He was giving you the same caring look as before.

Without warning Dean lean down and close the space between you two. He seize your lips with more force then before. You can taste the excitement and longing that he present to you.

“I love you, Y/N. I always have.” Dean whisper into your ear when you broke for a moment. The words sent shivers down your spine. You were at a loss for words as Dean chuckle at your expression.

“What cat got your tongue now?” He tease. He was now the Dean that you first met. You still couldn't find a word so you pull yourself up to met him face to face as you return the kiss he just share with you. You enter a blissfulness make out session with the one and only pain in the ass.

“I love you too, Dean.” You swore any moment you were going to wake up.

Once you freshen up, your were feeling better then before. Dean left you to meet everyone in the kitchen. You follow him shortly after that. Everyone was in high spirits except for Jack who was staring sadly at his cereal.

“Something the matter Jacky?” You question as you grabbed a banana from Sam side of the fridge. You found an empty spot next to the trouble teen. Whatever had him in knots made it a hard time to look you in the eyes.

The room grew quite even though there were a lot of smirking going on. Jack finally collect himself as Your eyes drift back over to his.

“I'm sorry, Y/N it was me who stole your spark plug.” he openly admitted boldly. You blink a few time taken back by his guilty eaten secret.

“Oh, Ok. How long have you work on cars, Jack?” You question the boy as your eyes drift over to Dean, a sly smile tug on his lips.

“Oh he start teaching me, last night. He said it would be good for an emergency.” Jack smile proudly at what he learn in just one night.

“Well no harm, no foal. But could I get the plug back please, Jack.”

“Yes. It's in Dean coat pocket.” He answer nonchalantly because poor, poor Jack had a lot to learn about the Winchester life style. The family burst out with laughter leaving a clueless Jack behind.

“Seriously?” You toss at Dean.

“I didn't lie. Jack took it but I was keeping it safe.” he cross the kitchen to scoop you into a hug. Dean place a kiss on your lips without any hesitation.

Your cheek grow warm as you didn't expect him to kiss you in front of anyone. The stares alone wanted to make you flee. Inside you punch him in the arm.

“Not in front of the children.” You manage to croak out.

“Wait, now I'm confuse. Sam are they together or not?” Jack spoke up as now it was his turn to speak.

“Well what I meant before....uhh....was...that Y/N and Dean....” But Sam was rescue by Dean.

“She's mine!”

Thanks for ready kittens and ten points for anyone of you that can name the California family that is actually another tv show! Stay tune for a SP Crossover with the mystery show!

Love ya kittens!

[theincompetentgenius]

Hello there! Could I get a ‘life generator’ for the Arcana? I’m a 5’2 straight female. I have long black/purple hair (it’s an ombré).I have a calm demeanor and I’m easy going but I’m short tempered. I’m sassy and a bit sarcastic at times. I usually make a lot of jokes during random (like awkward or uncomfortable) situations. I am IN LOVE with all animals. Usually you could find me drawing,painting or doing any type of art project. I’m a girly girl with a crippling shopping & makeup addiction.

Please mind all the talk about garlic bread. I was really hungry and that’s all I could think of

Thank you for your interest in the world of The Arcana. You will be reborn into your new life shortly. The simulation will begin in 3…….. 2……. 1……..

B A C K G R O U N D

You were born to a tailor who ran a little boutique in the middle of Vesuvia. Most of your time was spent in this little shop, modeling frilly dresses that your father had put together. Sometimes you would wear them outside to advertisement if the business was slow, but you liked to keep them in your room for special occasions. If you weren’t in the shop, then you were out connecting with the different creatures in the woods. During this time, you befriended a little bluejay and called it Blue. Your pet bird would follow you everywhere you went; he became your best friend.

In terms of magic, you were a late bloomer. You were about fifteen years old when you were examing your face, trying to apply grounded coal above your eyelids for a smokey look. Instead, the sediments had gone into your eyes. You tried to wash it out, but your lids were smudged with black. Never in your life had you felt so frustrated, that you channeled all your energy into your eyes. You just wanted the perfect liner-- just like all the other girls in town. Suddenly, your father walked in.

“You did a nice job lining your eyes with coal. I remember it was tricky for your mother.”

You looked at the mirror. It was still smudged to you, but your father was seeing the perfect eyeliner. That’s when you discovered your affinity towards illusion magic.

F R I E N D S  

Portia

Blue was pestering you again. He wanted to scout the woods for specs of garlic bread; someone had left a trail of them and Blue ate the entire thing. Afterward, he was bloated and had a stomachache. Yet it seemed that the bird wanted more. He kept tapping your ear with his peak, causing a sharp sting.

“Blue, have some patience. Let me fold this last gown and we can spend our time in the woods for as long as you want. Just please stop.” Your voice was sharp with annoyance.

After you folded the last dress, you jogged your way to the forest so Blue wouldn’t snip off your ear. When you arrived, you began searching for the crumbs while Blue soared above. In the middle of two trees, you found another trail of bread crumbs. You let out a whistle and Blue came rushing you. As soon as he saw the pieces of bread, he flew straight towards them. But a head full of red blocked his path. Instead of picking up the crumbs, he collided with the head.

“Ouch! What the hell?” The redhead glared and swatted at the bird. “Go along, shoo!”

You rush towards the commotion. “What’s going on?”

“That bird nearly attacked me!”

You shake your head and scold your pet. “Blue, you have to be more careful! That was extremely dangerous. She could have gotten hurt!”

“I did get hurt,” The stranger said.

“I’m extremely sorry about that. Blue has been quite problematic lately. He once saw this trail of garlic bread and now he has an addiction to it. You could say he’s a real pain in the peck.” You can’t help but smile at your awful pun.

The irritation from the woman’s face melts away. While she rolls her eyes, a small smile forms on her lips. “That was terrible.”

“Hey! I’d say I make im-peck-able jokes.” You wiggle your brow.

“If I give your bird a loaf of garlic bread, will you please stop?”

Other friends: Nadia, Julian

R O M A N C E

Asra

As you got older, you were able to perfect your illusionary magic. Your primary use for it was enhancing your features-- applying makeup to your face without using any product. The other time you used it was when there you found one pesky flaw in your artwork that no paint could cover. Your use was fairly small and light-hearted.

That’s why the panic in your stomach was rampant when you were running from the cabbage seller. You needed to buy ten loaves of garlic bread because Blue had become addicted to it. Not only was it expensive, but the seller would only make the bread for “special individuals.” You wanted to call Nadia to do you a favor, but Blue was growing more impatient (and you did not need another peck on your ear). With the time crunch, you decided to become Nadia. Just for a few minutes. You had planned to tell her later to relieve your conscience (which you did and she spent the whole day laughing about it).

All was going well. The man had made the ten loaves without any questions. He was extremely eager to be graced by the presence of the princess. As he packed the bread into a bag and handed it to you, there was a loud screech from the corner of the street. Your attention had turned from your disguise towards the cry. However, that caused your illusion to fall.

“Hey, you’re not the princess. You’re a random commoner!” The man screamed.

You took the bag of bread and rolled your eyes. “I may be a commoner, but at least I’m a cute one. I couldn’t tell the difference between your head and the bread.”

The man’s face turned red. “Guards! She’s stealing my bread!”

You ran to the nearest alleyway, narrowly avoiding the officials. With a sigh, you create another disguise for yourself.

“Aren’t you the girl who stole all that bread?”

You jumped at the sound of the silky voice. Behind you stood the well-known magician, Asra.

“You’re Asra! The best magician in Vesuvia!” Your calm demeanor flew out the window as you stood face-to-face with the man who inspired you to use magic.

“That I am,” He chuckled. “But I’m curious, what are you planning to do with all that bread? I’m sure it's not all for yourself.”

You look the bag in your hand. “Of course not. It’s for my bird who-” You spun around to find him. “-should be here somewhere.”

“I think I saw him flying around earlier. A bright blue bird, right?” He asked. You nod in response.

“He’ll show up soon. While you wait, I must say that the details of your illusion magic are astounding.” Asra points to the teal hair you created on the spot.

“Thanks. It took me a while to perfect, but I’ve gotten the hang of it,” You said.

“Would you mind showing me a few of your tricks?”

F I N A L    F A T E

As you spent more time with Asra, you ventured into other types of magic. However, you realized that your affinity would always be towards illusions. Once you understood the severity of your powers, you felt the need to use them for the greater good. This meant going on missions that were requested by Nadia to protect Vesuvia from external threats. At first, Asra was unsure of this. He had already lost one love, he couldn’t lose the love of his life. But you were sure that this was what you wanted to do, so he tagged along with you.

Many of your missions had been successful. The threats had been apprehended and taken to the Vesuvia dungeons thanks to your hard work. You and Asra had become the unexpected crime-fighting duo. Nadia didn’t let your success go unnoticed. She held an entire celebration for her talented friends, boosting your reputation throughout the entire country. You took the opportunity to flaunt your fame in front of the baker that you stole from years ago. He offered you an unlimited supply of garlic bread, but you told him that his bread tasted the fungus. After that, he went out of business (people were afraid of eating fungus bread). Revenge was sweet.

[unkindnessofone]

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It’s been awhile since I’ve written these little families. Just sat down and wrote what came to mind. I hope you like it. 

Even though no one was talking directly to her about it, Molly could sense things were changing. She was no longer the center of her parent's universe since she now had a sibling, a baby brother with wispy blond hairs on his head that her mother referred to exclusively as 'spun gold'. The lazy days at home in their London loft were becoming busier and the schedule had shifted from routine to packed. The afternoons where her dad would bundle her up in blue knit cardigan, Burberry as chosen by her mum, and walk with her to Regent's Park with their golden retriever had become less and less. It was something she could on happening before dinner every day and now it was a surprise, her father poking his head into her bedroom to interrupt her playing with the offer. He used to do it to give her mom a break, leave her alone with Connor or to nap, but now he was doing it for his own gain. He wanted private time with Molly, yearning for closeness, as their quiet life was headed to an end.

Fashion Week in London was a few months away and it collided with the album release for Ashton's band, the first record they had put out in years, the last one coming out right after Emmeline was born. He was going to be occupied with press before embarking on an exhausting tour while his wife was tending to her own new collection. Molly didn't know what changes were coming or what her life was supposed to be, she could just sense a shift in the apartment. The fact that many of their things were being packed up and her parents were always having their own conversations right above her frizzy head of hair was giving it away.

She was laying on her belly, legs folded in the air behind her, and playing with a container of plastic fish toys on the floor of Simone's home office. Molly had no interest in gemstones and shiny objects. She liked to create make believe worlds inside jungles and underneath seas. She always wanted to feel the texture of things whether slimy, rough, or smooth. Molly was not a pristine porcelain doll of a little girl. She was a concoction of her mother's focus and poise and her father's curiosity and edge. The only thing they both gifted her with was creativity which she had coursing through her veins constantly, even when she slept. As she played on the floor, giving the fish voices under her breath, her mother was clicking around on her laptop, deep in her work.

“Your mum's on her way.” Ashton appeared in the doorway, shaking his phone face first towards his wife. Simone's mother had texted them both, but Ashton knew that Simone would be concentrating on work too much to notice any buzzing or beeping from her phone by her side. She could tune out anything except the high pitch screams of her newborn.

“Great.” Simone said automatically before glancing at the time. “She's early. We weren't going to-” She peeled her eyes off of the e-mail she was proofreading and brought them to Ashton with alarm.

“I know.” Coyly, he admitted and then pointed out Molly on the floor between them with a cock of his head. “I wanted a little more time.” He was leaving in a few days, off to California to start press ahead of the first single's release. When he first found himself falling in love and finding more in his life that held promise outside of parties, music, and models, Ashton started to find it hard to go back to his hectic life as a rockstar. When Molly was first born, she was raised by a village of crew and band members, it was simple to stuff her in a Baby Bjorn and wander around the world. Now, he had a firm family and Simone wasn't taking any time off, Ashton felt like he was tearing in two. He was going back to his first love, music, that he had taken a needed rest from, but he was also leaving part of himself behind.

Molly was three and talking to her toy fish, unaware that feet away from her, her father was breaking in two.

Understanding, Simone nodded. She pushed herself away from the glass desk and folded her hands over her lap, watching Ashton as he gazed down at Molly with heavy and evident sadness in his eyes. He was horrible at goodbyes, something that before his daughter he had been almost too good at.

“I can  let my mum in. I'll handle Connor.” He was asleep, but nobody knew how long that would last. He had a set of lungs on him that Ashton was very proud of. The boy didn't keep quiet for very long for anyone, but Simone's parents.

Ashton nodded at Molly and then smacked his hands together, swinging his arms in front of him, for her attention.

“Do you want to go to the park with me?” He asked, trying to be casual and not give her any indication to how emotionally conflicted he currently was.

Feverishly, Molly nodded right away and then climbed up onto her feet. She was ready to go, a thin lipped smile spreading across her face like nutella over fresh toast.

“Put your toys away, okay?” Out of habit, his hand wrestled softly through his mess of hair. “I'll be at the door with your boots and jacket.” He told her without letting her go, his large hand still over the top her head.

“You, me, and dad. We're going to have a little date after, okay?” Simone informed her from her desk, rolling the chair close to the edge again. “So, after the park you'll come back, we'll brush our teeth and hair, we'll go out.” Simone and Ashton had not had isolated time with Molly since Connor was born, but it had been Ashton's idea to do something small and special with her before he left. They were just going to go have pizza together at a little hole in the wall spot Simone loved in Maida Vale where they lived, but to Molly it was as fancy and wonderful as a five-star Grammy's after-party.

With all the excitement she could muster, Molly bounced around as she collected her toys in their proper pail. She tidied up as fast as she could and met her dad at the front door. Just as promised, he was ready to go with her little Burberry coat open in both hands and her red rubber wellies right by her mother's.

“I didn't run because Connor is sleeping.” With a finger in front of her mouth, Molly proudly whispered to her dad. Her tongue slightly tripped over her words, but she spoke well for a toddler. Ashton had to credit that all to Simone who had always spoken to Molly as if she was a petite adult even when she was first born. Ashton had been the one who rubbed his nose into her belly and spoke to her like he didn't know how to pronounce the sound of the letter 'R' or as if he had been raised around Sesame Street.

“That's very nice of you. You're a nice big sister.” He assured her as she turned around and slid her arms clumsily into her coat.

Molly ran out into the hall and carelessly for the elevator doors, Ashton staying back and locking the flat door behind him. Even though Simone was home, he was protective and didn't leave anything to chance. He had cameras in certain rooms of their place that both he  and his wife could check on from their phones. It wasn't because they didn't trust one another and needed to keep tabs on their private lives, but it was out of Ashton's need to be the great protector of his family. When he was away, he hated feeling helpless. He wanted to know what was going on. It was something of a life jacket for him.

��Molly, wait!” He called at her from the door, sensing without looking that she was reaching up to stab the elevator call button. Molly was incredibly well-behaved. She had always followed the rules set out for her without any problem, but she was like any little kid when it came to elevator buttons. She just had to touch them.

Once they were leaving their guarded building, Ashton opened up his hand and Molly instinctively put hers inside of it. His own hand practically engulfed all of her fingers, but Molly didn't notice. She was too busy counting the red buses that passed them as Ashton led her down the same walk they always took. He pointed out the streets to her as they passed each block, asking her to guess. He wanted to know that if they were ever separated, Molly would be able to make her own way home. Blomfield Road came before Randolph Mews then Clarendon Gardens and then Clifton Gardens.

They arrived at the park later than usual. They didn't bring their dog to pull on them and eagerly lead the way. Ashton also paid more attention on quizzing Molly on their surroundings than he usually did on keeping her focused on walking at a regular pace. This time, they walked was as if they were both her size.

Usually, Molly charged through the gates of the park, finally allowed to let go of a parent’s hand, but this time, she squeezed Ashton's hand tighter and didn't let go. Ashton decided not to question it though and just kept strolling with her, on their way to the lake or the playground, taking in the greenery quietly.

“Daddy?” With her head tilted all the way back, Molly looked up and interrupted the soft breeze between them. She could barely feel it while it was right in Ashton's face.

“Hm?” Looking down, Ashton let her know she had his attention before looking forward down the path again.

“Why do you have to...go?” Her bottom lip made her question sound like it splattered as it came out, but Molly's eyes squinted as she asked him sincerely. Ashton thought she was sizing him up, but in reality nobody had deduced that she needed glasses yet.

Ashton was stunned silent though and let out a disappointed sigh that deflated his chest. He tightened his jaw as he wrestled with the truth. Molly was too intuitive to not pick up on what was going on. She heard all the adults around her yammering about the upcoming tour, peppering both her parents with questions about their conflicting schedules. She knew change was afoot whether or not anyone consulted with her about it.

“Well, Molls, my job involves a lot of travelling.” He decided to say, thinking it was a truth that she could comprehend. “I took a little break so I could be at home with you, and mum, and your brother, but I have to go back.”

“When do I... see... you now?” Confused, she kept interviewing.

He wanted to tell her that she could see him whenever she damn well pleased. Ashton strived to be a much better father than he had had. Even though Molly could call and Skype him whenever she wanted to, it didn't feel like enough. Ashton knew that he wasn't going to actually be there to tuck her in, answer her a hundred questions about trees, human bones, and hammerhead sharks, and he wouldn't get to see her growing like a weed right before his eyes. She wouldn't be able to crawl all over him when they were playing on the floor together and she would hear his voice only through the radio or computer now.

“Mum and I have sorted it out. You're going to come visit lots and we're going to take a trip to see Nana Anne in a little bit.” Ashton had been a nightmare for his managers, refusing to go longer than two and a half weeks without a weekend break for him and Simone to meet up, for real chunks of time to catch his breath and be more than just a drummer.

“I'll miss you.” Sounding as sad as his face looked, Molly confidently told him. She knew some things to be facts. Fish swam, birds flew, dolphins were carnivores, and she was going to miss her father.

It was a verbal nudge in the ribs for Ashton and he stopped right away. Rubbing his lips together to hold back another weighted sigh, Ashton bent down to his knees and brought Molly in with both  hands, one of his over each of hers. His fingers held her in place tightly and he gave himself a few seconds to just take her in. Each time he blinked, it was a mental snapshot of her soft features. She was never going to be this little again. He wanted to tell her that he would miss her as well, that he didn't want to leave, that he wished he could fold her like a t-shirt and take her along with him, but before Ashton could sort out his words he noticed her bottom lip begin to warble and her nose squish up. She was on the verge of tears.

With both hands, he pulled her in close and then allowed her fingers to wiggle free so she could wrap them around his neck. Once Molly had the toggles of her peacoat against his sweater clad chest, she crying into his neck. Ashton held the back of her head with a firm hand and breathed her in, her organic shampoo and skin a familiar and comforting scent. He closed his eyes and listened to her cry, feeling like a forlorn jerk.

“It's okay, baby.” He assured her with voice like velvet even if his throat was tightening and beginning to feel like linen inside. He rose from the knees and carried her, letting her sob into his shoulder as he kept them going down their usual path. Molly wasn't the temper tantrum type. He knew she would calm down eventually. When he was feeling as heartbroken as he currently was, he couldn't tell  her to not feel all her emotions. This was going to be something she had to learn to handle for the rest of her life. Some people had routine and solidarity, the Irwin family had distance.

[jennycalendar]

the inherent complexity of falling in love

ao3

i am too tired to Title A Fic Properly but this is a good fic....i had fun...i just found it in my wip folder & added the last 3 sentences because i have had a tough day & i wanna put some fic out there! so!

soulmate au; technically falls between the two i’ve already written but works best as the third, chronologically. jenny struggles with new-relationship drama in a not-actually-soulmate context.

Generally, soulmates get married within a few months of meeting each other. Jenny’s best friend in college met her soulmate and threw her life plans out the window to go have a big, expensive wedding in the country with her family, her soulmate’s family, and pretty much every family that had ever existed. It’s not exactly a leap of faith—a soulmate marriage that hasn’t worked out is pretty much unheard of—but it’s still always seemed like a reckless, impulsive move to Jenny.

She’s thinking a lot about this as she moves the seventh box into the new house.

Rupert’s fussing with the stove in the kitchen when Jenny puts the box down on their table, and he looks up and gives her this sweet little sideways smile when he sees her. “This is a rubbish stove,” he says. “We might have to go appliance shopping, or, or maybe you can figure out some way to fix it up a bit, you’re practically a wizard with appliances—”

“It’s not that bad, you’re just picky,” Jenny informs him affectionately, crossing the room to kiss him. “There’s still a bunch of stuff in the truck, but I think the kids are getting some of it.”

“Make sure Willow doesn’t get to any of my grimoires,” Rupert warns her. “She seems to have expressed an interest in magic-using, and I’d prefer for her to discover it with proper instruction.”

“Got it,” Jenny agrees. “Also we totally need a new mattress, it kinda got broken in transit and I think we might have to sleep on the couch tonight.”

“I’d say romantic if I thought my back could take it,” says Rupert ruefully, turning back to the stove.

“Don’t electrocute yourself,” Jenny calls over her shoulder, exiting the kitchen and grinning at Buffy and Willow on her way out of the house again.

Sometimes Jenny has to wonder if Rupert could be the universe’s way of telling her that soulmates are real. She’s a little resentful about it, truth be told; she’s never been one for destiny, and she’s definitely not a big fan of people telling her what to do. But some things are too weird and unshakable to ignore, like the blood-red A on her wrist or the fact that Rupert’s the only other person she’s ever met who’s never going to have a soulmate.

Rupert could probably be her soulmate, all things considered, and they’re both sure as hell acting like he is. Jenny hasn’t once moved in with anyone she’s dating, let alone bought a house with them. An actual house, with two bedrooms and a sunlit kitchen and a cozy living room and all kinds of things that remind her she’s an adult in a committed relationship. The distance between her and her family has never loomed so large.

Jenny crosses the street to the moving truck, where Xander and Willow’s new friend Oz are having a conversation about music, and lifts up another box. “You two are taller than me,” she informs them both, “and I am a tiny computer science teacher, you should be lifting a few more boxes at least.”

“On it,” says Xander, jumping up and nearly knocking over Rupert’s fancy lamp (which seems to be in constant danger of breaking). Oz winces a little.

The box Jenny’s carrying is one of Rupert’s book boxes, meant for the extra bedroom that they’ll be converting into an at-home library. Something about that makes Jenny feel warm and fuzzy and excited; she’s not sure if she can count on spending the rest of her life with Rupert, but she’s starting to kind of want to, in a way that goes beyond matching marks and destiny.

There’s a sudden, sharp pain in her wrist. Jenny draws in a breath, nearly dropping the box of books. As it is, she has to shift it to her hip and place it down slowly, thinking that maybe the box cut her or something, but when she raises her wrist to her eyes, all she sees is a raw redness around her soulmate mark.

“Damn it,” she mutters. The first-aid kit is somewhere in the house or somewhere in a box, she can’t remember which one. Picking up the box again, she enters the house and nearly collides with a giggling Buffy. “Whoops! Sorry, sweetie.”

“No problem,” says Buffy breathlessly, “Willow and I were just—”

“Tag you’re it no tag-backs!” Willow shouts, shoving Buffy into Jenny and sprinting into the kitchen. Buffy shrieks indignantly and sprints after her girlfriend, nearly bowling over Rupert as he exits the kitchen.

Laughing, Jenny hurries to steady Rupert. “It’s a nice house,” he says weakly, pushing his glasses up his nose. “A bit small for the children to be running about in, but I suppose they can’t help being children about it.”

“We did invite them to help,” Jenny points out, grinning. “And you know the risks of letting Willow and Buffy run wild.”

“I’m of the mind that they’re all bad influences on each other,” Rupert grumbles, but at this point he’s just complaining for the sake of complaining, so Jenny nods sympathetically and steers him over to a chair. “You all right?” he adds as he sits, eyes flickering to the raw spot on Jenny’s wrist.

Jenny makes a face. “Box injury,” she says. “Moving’s hazardous. You don’t know where the first-aid kit is, do you?”

“I believe it’s in my car,” Rupert answers, “there’s always a spare in my car, and I’m of the mind that we should get you one of your own considering the town we live in, Jenny, I don’t want you getting hurt—”

His words are starting to run together with anxious sweetness, and the way he looks at Jenny is making her feel like she’s someone incredibly special, so she leans down over the chair and gives him a long, soft kiss, letting him pull her down onto his lap. “I’m gonna be fine, baby,” she whispers against his mouth.

“Don’t call me that, it is distastefully American,” Rupert mumbles happily, pulling her close.

“Oh my god you guys have to stop that,” comes Buffy’s voice from the doorway. Willow giggles and says something quietly to Buffy, to which Buffy loudly and indignantly responds, “I don’t care that it’s their house, we’re still here and it’s so gross!”

Jenny and Rupert break apart, not without reluctance. “You kids want dinner?” Jenny asks, clambering off Rupert’s lap. “I can order pizza, or we can all watch Rupert complain about the stove.”

“Ha ha,” says Rupert.

This is how I want to spend my life, Jenny thinks, trying out the realization. Another stinging pain shoots through her wrist. “Hey, I’m going to go out and get the first-aid kit from your car,” she tells Rupert, patting his shoulder as she passes, and throws a last smile over her shoulder at the well-lit living room.

A lot of gossip starts floating around the staff room a few days after Rupert and Jenny move in together, especially since it’s common knowledge that they aren’t soulmates. Most of the gossip is in relation to sex without protection and Jenny being pregnant and Rupert being too traditional to let Jenny raise the baby on her own. No one seems ready to consider that two people who aren’t soulmates might want to be together, and something about that makes Jenny frustrated and hurt.

Willow gets it. Willow gets it possibly a little bit more than Jenny, actually. “My mom lets Buffy sleep in my bedroom,” she’s saying, curled on the couch with her head tucked into Jenny’s side. “And—I know it’s a small thing, I know I should be happy that she doesn’t ask, but she doesn’t think to ask, you know? She walked in on us kissing once and she didn’t say anything, just handed me a few articles on how experimentation is normal at my age and that I shouldn’t be worried about turning gay.” She smiles a little bitterly. “Like it’s something for me to be worried about.”

Jenny squeezes Willow’s shoulder. “Willow,” she says, “if you ever stay over here, you and Buffy are staying in separate rooms. You are much too young to be having sex.”

Willow laughs, a wobbly noise that sounds like she wants to cry, and says with tentative playfulness, “But Ms. Calendar, I promise I’ll be responsible!”

“I was young once too, you know,” Jenny teasingly reprimands her, smoothing down Willow’s hair. “I know how these things are when you’re in love.”

Willow stills. Then she says, “Ms. Calendar—have you ever been in love?”

Jenny blinks. Feels her heart flutter. “Getting there,” she says, and it’s the truth.

The scrape from the box is bruising. Reddish-blue and raised, curving across the A in a way that makes it look like a different letter, maybe an R or a B. Jenny has been trying to ignore it, but when she knocks it against the edge of the bureau and curses like a sailor, Rupert all but drags her downstairs to put some ice on it.

“Good lord, Jenny, how do you do this to yourself,” he says reprovingly, his hands gentle on her wrist as he presses the ice pack against her bruise.

“This coming from the guy who gave me not one, not two, but five hickeys a few nights ago,” says Jenny, mouth quirking up.

“That’s different,” says Rupert, and though his attention stays focused on Jenny’s injury, the tips of his ears do go a bit red.

“If you say so,” says Jenny, and lets her free hand rest on Rupert’s knee, sliding up his thigh.

Rupert smiles, soft and slow, and lifts his head to kiss Jenny sweetly, pulling away to rest his forehead against hers. “You do need to be careful,” he says. “For my sake, at least.”

“It’s a damn scrape, Rupert,” says Jenny, half-laughing, “it’s not like that time when—” She stops herself.

Rupert’s smile fades a bit. “When we went down to fight the Master,” he says, “and he tossed you against a wall.”

Rupert had killed the Master, in the end, more panicked dumb luck than anything. Jenny had been pulling herself up, bruised and shaken, and he’d been trying to protect her as best he could, and somehow he’d tripped the Master and knocked him onto a nearby stalagmite (or stalactite? whichever one came up from the bottom of a cave) and the Master had dissolved into dust and bone.

Neither of them talk about how close they both came to dying down there, or how probable it would have been that their deaths might have led to Buffy investigating herself and dying at the hands of the Master. They seem to be in mutual agreement that it’s not what could have been that matters, but what is.

This is true, of course, but Jenny still wishes she had thought things through a little more before charging down into battle. Looking at Rupert makes her think they can move mountains; it frightens her. She changes the subject. “I think most of the teachers at school think I’m pregnant,” she says, a tentative laugh in her voice.

Rupert grins. “Did I miss a memo?” he teases, kissing her again. “Is there an impending Giles-Calendar I need to know about?”

“Calendar-Giles,” Jenny corrects, grinning when Rupert rolls his eyes, “and no.” She presses her hands to his chest, kissing his nose. “Just a lot of dumb office gossip.” She hesitates, then says, “It frustrates me a little that that’s what they jump to, you know? Like we’ve got to be soulmates or having a baby or something to have any semblance of a meaningful relationship.”

“We could have a baby,” Rupert says, mouth twitching. “Defy the stereotypes by subverting them and making them our choice.”

“Pretty sure a kid’s a bigger commitment than a tool with which to make a statement,” Jenny points out. “Probably doesn’t help that we live on a Hellmouth, either.”

“Maybe someday,” says Rupert.

That startles Jenny. “Someday?” she echoes.

Rupert’s smile flickers a little, and he looks uncharacteristically forthright when he says softly, “Being with you—it makes me want things like that.”

Jenny knows he’s not really talking about a baby. Rupert’s good with kids, but he’s said quite a few times that he doesn’t think he’s cut out to be a dad if it would mean focusing on his kid instead of his Slayer, and they both don’t want to talk about what might happen if Rupert ends up outliving Buffy. What he’s saying, in a roundabout sort of way, is that Jenny makes him want to be the sort of person who can choose his own destiny. Not just that—the sort of person who can choose her as his destiny.

And shit, that means a lot coming from him. More than Jenny had ever been expecting, really. “Hey,” she says, and stands up, taking his hands to pull him up with her. “You think we’d be each other’s destiny in a perfect kind of world?”

“I think you’re the sort of woman who doesn’t limit herself to just one destiny,” says Rupert, smiling a little, and kisses Jenny in that way that gets her weak in the knees; passionate if she wants it, tender the way she likes it. He pulls back, smile still lingering in an amazed, sentimental kind of way, and says, “Jenny, I think we’re falling in love.”

Jenny wakes up in the morning when Rupert’s still asleep and notices dark blue ink on the bedsheets next to her. Frowning, she pulls herself up to a sitting position and gasps softly when she inadvertently puts weight on her wrist. Raising her wrist to her eyes, she sees that it’s covered in that same inky substance; it’s got the same consistency as dried blood, and her wrist hurts like it’s been seriously injured, but unless Jenny’s missed some kind of weird supernatural memo, she doesn’t bleed ink the exact same color as Rupert’s favorite pen—

Wait.

Jenny races to the bathroom, heedless of waking up Rupert, and slams the door shut behind her, immediately turning on the faucet and scrubbing at her wrist. She grits her teeth through the pain—this ink is ridiculously difficult to get off—and ends up working at her wrist for a good few minutes before the caked-on ink finally begins to come off.

She knows what she’s going to see before it’s there, and feels a horrible, painful twist when she does. Badly stamped over the half-faded A, written in Rupert’s perfect cursive, is REG.

“You’re sure you’re all right?” Rupert asks at breakfast, frowning a bit. “It’s still August, Jenny, weren’t you talking about wearing that lovely sundress you got at the pier?”

“Fine,” says Jenny, “fine, I, I just felt like a change of clothing is all. Change of pace.” With a shaking hand, she draws her leather jacket closer around her.

“Jenny, you look thoroughly shaken,” Rupert says, sounding genuinely concerned. “Is everything—”

“Yeah,” says Jenny, taking a very long sip of her coffee until it burns her tongue. Her wrist still hurts, even though the ink seems to have stopped seeping from it. It’s sort of like a badly-done tattoo over the A, which has turned an ugly reddish-brown. “Things just, I, I need—” Her voice catches.

“Jenny,” says Rupert softly, and crosses the kitchen to pull her up and into his arms. Jenny flinches away. “Is—” His face twists painfully. “Is this because I talked about falling in love?”

“I don’t know,” says Jenny hopelessly, before remembering that he doesn’t know about her fucked-up arm and he probably just thinks she’s pulling away. “No,” she says, then, “Maybe,” then, “I just, I need some time to myself—research—” and darts around him to head back into the bedroom.

Rupert doesn’t follow her. Jenny thinks that that’s probably a good thing; she feels too much of a mess to really deal with him at the moment. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she buries her face in her hands and tries to regulate her breathing.

This is straight-up just not supposed to happen. Rupert’s name is not supposed to be on her arm in any capacity, let alone stamped over the A like it’s some kind of horrible parasite. That’s the whole point, the whole reason Rupert started looking at her like she was someone special; they had marks that would never match anyone else’s. Now Jenny’s mark is becoming a man she can never have all to herself and Rupert’s alone all over again and it’s all Jenny’s damn fault for loving him so much—

“Oh, darling,” she hears Rupert whispering, and she realizes very distantly that she’s started crying. Loudly, too, and in a horribly embarrassing way, one that isn’t at all graceful or restrained. Rupert sits down next to her on the bed, still a respectable distance away, giving her an opportunity for comfort without forcing her into it.

Jenny can’t bring herself to reach out to him, so she sort of lets herself fall sideways into him. Rupert carefully pulls her hands away from her face, tugging her into his arms, and she sobs into his shoulder for about two seconds before she forces herself to stop crying and look up at him. “I’m sorry,” she says, voice wobbling, and rolls up her sleeve, flipping her wrist out to show him the haphazard mess she’s made of everything.

Rupert blinks. “That’s what has you crying?” he says, sounding genuinely hurt.

Jenny suddenly feels too tired to articulate what she’s afraid of, but she’s getting the sense that she’s going to have to. “I’m—we’re—built on, on the concept that there’s no one out there for either of us,” she says clumsily. “And—I think—I chose you when I wasn’t supposed to, but I don’t want to let go of my destiny when it’s what’s keeping us together, and now my wrist is all fucked up because I won’t let go—”

“Oh,” murmurs Rupert, “darling,” and kisses her forehead, then her nose, then her mouth, all very gentle like he thinks she might break. “I didn’t start loving you because of any mark,” he says gently, “I started loving you when you stayed all night to help me research the Master. I love you, Jenny, not what you think you’re supposed to be.”

“These marks mean something—”

“My mark means I’m tied to something that isn’t you,” says Rupert. “Do you think either of us would choose that, if we could? It makes me love you more that you’re strong enough to break away from destiny.” His other hand traces her mark. “Even if it hurts you so clearly, Jenny—you’ve always been the braver of us two, and I’ve always admired you for it.”

Jenny swallows. “You love me?” she says finally, softly. She knows he does—that isn’t what she’s asking.

“I choose you,” says Rupert. “No matter what this mark says. I thought you knew—”

“I wanted,” says Jenny, realizing only as she says it, “to believe that these marks meant we were—made for each other. In a weird, messed-up way, sure, but it meant we had a connection that was just as supernatural and wonderful as any two soulmates.” She exhales, laughing. “I want you to be my soulmate,” she says, bitter and amused. “God, if that isn’t the most pathetic—”

Rupert frowns a little, then smiles slightly. “Sit here,” he says, and jumps up from the bed, leaving a startled Jenny to watch as he hurries over to the bureau.

“What—”

“Wait,” says Rupert, holding up a hand without turning from the bureau. Jenny can’t exactly make out what he’s doing, but he opens a drawer, rolls up his sleeve, takes out a pen, fusses a bit with his mark, and then shuts the drawer again, turning back to her.

“I’m sorry,” Jenny begins immediately.

“Shh,” says Rupert, and flips out his right wrist. Written messily above his W are Jenny’s own initials. “They wouldn’t be visible across the black,” he explains, “so I—had to adjust, a bit.”

“They’ll wear off,” says Jenny, a slow, incredulous smile spreading across her face.

Rupert’s grinning, looking at Jenny like she’s the center of the world. “Then you’ll write them again,” he crosses the room, taking Jenny’s ink-scarred wrist in his hands, “and again,” he presses his mouth to his initials on Jenny’s wrist, “and again,” and he seals his promise with a kiss—passionate the way she wants it, tender the way she likes it.

The ink fades, after that, the whole tangled mess of it, and Rupert’s initials fade along with them. Jenny isn’t afraid, this time around; the way it feels to be really, truly in love transcends anything any mark could tell her. In a strange way, she thinks that’s what her mark told her for the short time it was there: love is what you make of it.

[harukatomoe]

Perfect (Atsushi x Reader)

Perfect

"Ah~! How did I stumble upon a beauty like you?" You blinked a couple of times when long, slender fingers held your hand while the other hand of his, stroked the top of it. "It's so simple to say that you are beautiful, but!" He paused, throwing his head back, "there are not enough words to say, "would a beauty like you join me in a romantic double-"

Your eyes couldn't follow the man who was flattering you, as he went flying in another direction. You blinked once in realization, turning your head slowly, afraid of how and where he went.

"My deep apologies for our agency's disgrace." a blonde man commented before going after the bandaged man.

"It's no...problem...?" You dropped your head to the side a bit, bewildered by the situation that happened.

"I'm sorry for that," a voice laughed lightly, flowing in your ears like a little melody. You turned your head towards the source; only to see a boy around your age, smiling nervously down at you.

You felt your cheeks heat up slightly, observing every feature he had, carefully: his sunset-eyes, the way his silver hair framed his face in the slightest, and most important of all, his smile.

You didn't realize how long you were staring until your best friend shoved you, snickering to tease you. Little did she know how hard she nudged you, causing you to knock over your tea onto the poor boy.

"Oh, my god! I'm so sorry!" You shrieked, jumping out of your seat. Your head collided with his, which resulted to the both of you retreating in pain.

"It's f-fine-!" he cut his sentence short when he fell back, with you on top.

"(B-Best Friend's Name)-chan!" You exclaimed, both you and the boy's face red from the tips of your ears to your cheeks.

"Oops~" she winked as she blew a kiss.

You two made eye-contact afterwards, only to avert your eyes elsewhere. Both of you were on the ground, him on his butt and you on your knees. The awkward silence grew more and more as you two just stayed there.

Until, of course, he got up, lending a hand to help you up.

"Th-Thank you," you shyly took his hand. When he pulled you up, he introduced himself.

"I'm Nakajima Atsushi, n-nice to meet you..." Atsushi's cheeks were as bright as a red moon, flaming hot as burning matches. He swore, just by looking at you, he could pass out. To yourself, you were just an average looking individual, nothing special; to him however, oh boy, this weretiger could guarantee that it was love at first sight. You were a shooting star in the dark night.

Atsushi could feel something tingling in his chest, unsure of it he stared directly into your eyes, gazing. Though the moment he did, he was lost in your pretty (Eye Colour) irises. He was distracted; surely in the galaxy of your eyes, everything felt new.

"Atsushi? What an interesting name." You giggled, making Atsushi feel a bit light-headed from the kindness emitting from you. Interesting? He thought to himself, curious of what you meant. His name was just another, just another person in the billions. Though, by your small compliment, it made him feel giddy.

Atsushi soon found himself smiling as well, just on pure reflex. By your smile, makes him smile.

"I'm (Last Name) (First Name), it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Atsushi-kun." You didn't think it was possible to smile any bigger, but you did. You were intrigued by the fact by someone you just met, could make you smile so much already.

Both of you were definitely captivated by one another that you two totally forgot about your surroundings.

"Alright, lovebirds," (Best Friend's Name) started, breaking the endearing first sight of each other. "you two are starting to gross me out." She finished.

As soon as she finished her claim, the two of you snapped out of it, soon after turning away from each other in embarrassment. You gave her a death glare, her already knowing what it was for.

Yeah, I just ruined your moment. You could hear her saying in her head, just by the smirk she was giving you.

"Moment", we just met. She could hear you saying, by the scrunched face you were giving her.

Your best friend raised her chin and slung an arm over your shoulder, whispering words that turned your ever red face, an even darker shade if possible, "I saw the way you two looked at each other~" she breathed, "the adoration in his eyes, and the curiosity in yours~" she whispered.

"SOMEONE'S IN L-"

"AAAAAAHHH!" You yelped, slapping your hand over her mouth.

❣  A few days later  ❣

You found yourself thinking about Atsushi, the boy you met a few days before. Staring down at your pencil and paper, you couldn't think about what you were planning to write anymore under the question: Hobbies/Stuff you like to do on your free time?

Yes, you were filling out a job application. Being a graduate, you at least had to get yourself a job that could pay to support yourself whilst studying (Subject).

Though, your mind was filled with many thoughts, remembrance.

His hands were soft, gently touching your hand, you could still feel his grabbing yours. He was delicate, almost as if he was scared he was going to break me, your eyes became half-lidded, your chest clenched a bit. But, we just met. Why? You released a loud sigh, grabbing locks of your own hair, tugging.

"Gaaa! It's so frustrating!" You exclaimed, dropping onto your desk flat.

Upon hearing your complaints, (Best Friend's Name), your roommate came to check on you.

"Hm, (First Name)-chan, are you al-" she stopped herself as she didn't know what to make of your situation.

"Urgh...huuuuuuu." She watched as you wiped yourself all over your desk, back and forth, weird and awkward sounds being vocalized from you. Not too soon after, she witnessed you throwing yourself onto the floor. With a defeated look on your face, (Best Friend's Name) pinched the bridge of her nose and made an assumption.

"Let me guess," she paused, nudging you with her foot, "that boy."

"Yessssss..." prolonging the "s" in your response, you slowly started to slip under your bed.

"Alright, Juliet. Get out from under there." She grabbed your ankles and yanked you out with one strong pull. She let out a heavy sigh and patted your head. "Why don't you ask him out?"

You pouted, "I can't just ask him out, what if he says no?" Having the thought of him refusing your invitation made you even more confused. You felt your chest clench more than before as your pout turned into an unhappy frown. You weren't sure of this new feeling, love, you weren't very experienced with it. It was something you've never really felt, until you met him. That's when everything came like a present, with every mystery inside.

"Oh, come on. Have you seen the way he looks at you? He's basically head over heels for you! If you don't call this love at first sight, I don't know what will." She shook your shoulder gently, trying to gesture some sense into you. "But, (Best Friend's Name)-cha-" swiftly placing a finger on your lips, she silenced you. "Ah, ah, no buts. If he refuses, he doesn't know what he's missing out on," she smiled sweetly, "you're the prettiest girl I've ever met, (First Name)-chan. And the only."

You wrapped your arms around her tightly, letting out a squealed "aw". She hugged back, nuzzling against you as well. "But of course I'm lying, because I'm first."

"Pfft, (Best Friend's Name)-chan!"

❣  A week later  ❣

You approached the office where you received an application from, dropping off your resumé as well. A secretary came and picked it up, allowing you inside for a few moments before the agency would have their final answer. 

You stepped inside cautiously, not sure what to expect from your (may) soon-to-be colleagues. Though, the moment your eyes averted away from your feet, they landed on familiar sight.

Your breath became ragged, your heart clenched, your stomach churned but, your eyes couldn't stop looking. Seeing him again gave you a wave of emotions, any of which you could not describe.

Atsushi had noticed you at the same time you noticed him; what he felt was relief, he didn't know why. He didn't know why, but was so glad he got to see you again. Maybe due to the fact he longed to see you? Maybe just yes.

"Atsushi-kun!" The boy suddenly heard his superior whisper loud enough for only him to hear. When Atsushi turned his head towards the bandaged man, he tilted his head slightly, a small curious look on his face.

"Yes, Dazai-san?"

"Go talk to her!"

"Eh?" Soon enough, Atsushi realized what was happening, but was too late to react. Finding himself clinging to you like his life depended on it, all because Dazai couldn't help, but to want you two together.

Your cheeks burned with utter surprise, both of your eyes wide and staring directly at each other. It was embarrassing for the two of you, his arms wrapped around your arms and waist desperately as you stood their stiff as a board. In front of all his colleagues as well, but, none of you wanted it to end.

Unfortunately, the moment that thought entered you mind, it was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Once he pulled away, the little ounce of warmth from him left as well. Which made you a bit unsatisfied.

"Oi, brat." Another familiar person you've seen before pushed his glasses up, a brow raised at his subordinate. "What do you think you're doing to-"

"Kunikida-kun, did you know the more you push up your glasses, the more wrinkles you get?" Dazai interrupted, an arm slinging around his partner's shoulder.

"R-Really?" Ah...so gullible. You and Atsushi thought.

"Mhmm! You should write this down," Dazai waved cheekily, though out of the corner of his eye, he gestured his head in a direction signalling he was giving the two of you a chance to talk.

"...gives you wrinkles..."

"But I'm only kidding of course."

From behind the door you and Atsushi just closed, could hear the sound of Kunikida's pen breaking and a loud crash and bang with a screech saying "DAZAI!" in the midst of it.

"Haha.." you laughed quietly, looking at the door with an amused smile on your face. Atsushi laughed along as well, as quiet as yours- he wasn't laughing at the sounds though, he was laughing along with you, smiling because of you.

Once you turned your head towards him, both of you became a teensy bit flustered, staring at each other with a little surprise, cheeks red. Until you smiled softly at him, your kind eyes making his heart flutter. It was vice-versa as well.

"So.." Atsushi nervously rubbed the back of his neck, obviously wanting to say something. As his cheeks were still pink and the smile still on, you felt a bit light-headed just looking at him (in the greatest way).

"W...W-Would you like to go out on a date?" You blurted too quickly, covering your mouth instantly after. You hoped you said it too fast that he couldn't comprehend: "Wha..."

"U-Uh! Y-You don't have to if you don't want to, I completely-"

"Y-Yes!" And now it was his turn to cover his mouth and retreat a little. Your cheeks burned even more than before, even more than the time you two first met. God, who knew your second meeting was gonna be so interesting?

Of course Atsushi was a little embarrassed, him being the one to be asked instead of him asking? But, he couldn't ask for anything better.

"R-Really?" Your attention was now focused on your hands, unable to look him in the eye, you giddily started fidgeting. You heard an agreed hum, hands that felt familiar touching yours again.

"I really want to." That was it. That was the confirmation that couldn't make you feel any more...relieved.

"...I'm glad, Atsushi-kun..."

Little did you two know, ears were listening on in behind the door.

"Those two are..really something, aren't they?" Yosano laughed awkwardly.

"Hm~ Atsushi-kun and (Last Name)-chan are really inexperienced and awkward, but," Dazai paused, a smile rising on his face, "they're perfect for each other."

End

[fynntales]

An Unbreakable Bond

A Splatoon OC Fanfiction written by yours truely

Dewey, Maye, and Marina belongs to me.

Coral (mentioned) belongs to @splattoomy

Olivia (mentioned) belongs to @sharkray24

((On April 20th, Maye and Dewey turns 18 years old. On a special day like this, Dewey has been turned down by his crush. But he won't be sad for long, because he'll be running into a close childhood friend of his.))

"Cheer up, Dew.. There's plenty of fish in the sea.." Maye placed a hand on her twin brother's shoulder. Today is their 18th birthday and Dewey was sitting on the bench, feeling empty inside. Maye was trying her best to comfort him.

If only it was that easy..." Dewey didn't bother to look, directly at Maye. He stared down at the ground, not wanting everyone to see him at this state. About a few hours ago, Dewey was feeling confident enough to confess his love to Coral. His crush. Once he approached to her, Dewey blurted out his confession to her. After what feels like an eternity, Coral just giggled at his attempt. That's the moment where Dewey's heart, sank to the ground. Coral just rejected him with a kind smile. It was perfectly clear that she's not interested in him. Dewey felt so helpless and foolish, right about now.

Dewey kept silent until he finally looked up at Maye. He could see the corncern in her eyes. "Maye.. I appreciate you, cheering me up.. But, it's not enough to fill the hole in my heart.." He said, weakly. "Can you give me some time, alone? I'll catch up with you, later.." He just needed some space and think about his rejection.

Maye frowned at her brother until she sighed. She removed her hand from his shoulder and backed away. "Okay.. Don't be late, mister. Otherwise, I'll have to carry you back to home." And with that, Maye left him alone to himself.

Today has been such a bad start for his 18th birthday. He'd have the urge to cry, but crying isn't going to solve anything. Dewey would think about his udder rejection, but he'd somehow remembered what Fynn said.

("Rejection can take a heavy turn. If I were you, I'd move on and learn from it.") Those were the exact words from Fynn when he mentioned about giving up on his crush on Marie. Dewey had taken his advice, but forgetten all about it for 5 months.

"Tch... This isn't like me at all.." Dewey got up from his seat. He was no longer heartbroken, but filled with determination. "I, Dewey Isaac Berri won't just mope on some silly rejection." Dewey happily, stood proud. Maybe, a little too proud. He can finally catch up to Maye at the train station. The party doesn't start until 8 pm and Fynn and Angela were bringing the food and drinks to his mother, June Berri. Not to mention Maye's girlfriend, Olivia coming over to present Maye with a fantastic portrait.

Before he could catch up to Dewey, he heard some loud footsteps. Followed by a loud shriek from behind.

"L-Look out!!" A female voice filled Dewey's ears and the footsteps were getting closer and closer until... SMACK! Dewey collided with the poor inkling and feel onto the concrete ground. Tons of papers were flying all over the place, when the girl had crashed into him.

Dewey winced a bit after the massive impact. He was about to get up, but there was something large and soft in the way. Dewey was having a hard time to figure out, but he realised what's in front of him. Dewey blushed when he was greeted by a slightly large pair of mammaries in his direction.

"O-Owie..." The tall inkling winced as well. She looked down to see the pink inkling under her. She panicked due to being a Giant Squid. "Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry!!!" She quickly got off of him. In her appearance, she has a pair of star-shaped contact lenses. And her tentacle was wavy and flowing down like a waterfall.

Dewey was able to get up. He stood on his feet and stared up at the tall inkling. He was a bit shorter than the young lady. If he would've guess her height, she is about 6'2 inches tall.

He'd soon notice the amount of papers that were scattered on the floor. The girl had dropped all of them, during the collision. "It's fine.. Let me help you with your papers." Dewey knelt down to gather up her papers.

"I was in a rush to catch my train.. Sorry, I bumped into you.." She knelt down as well. She was able to get the rest of her papers while Dewey gathered, a few.

Dewey was almost about to pick up the last paper, until he felt a hand. It was the blue inkling's hand. Dewey was startled, a bit by the touch. He stared into her eyes. There was something familiar about her and Dewey couldn't put his finger on it.

She had her hand on the last paper and she stared back at him with curiousness. She wouldn't mind the awkward silence between the two, but she could try to say something.

During their short staring contenst, he'd soon notice the shell earrings. Those were the same earrings that Dewey gave to his childhood best friend, 8 years ago. He let's out a small gas of shock and excitement. "Rinny...?! Is that really you..?!" Dewey's jaw went slack. The name, Rinny was a childhood pet name that Dewey came up with. His childhood friend's actual name is Marina Starling.

"Wait.. how..?" Marina squinted, a bit to get a closer look at him. She can recognize the birthmark under Dewey's right eye bu now. After several seconds of silence, Marina's eyes went as wide as pearls. She brought her other hand to her mouth in surprise. "N-No way..!! D-Dewey..?!" She cried.

Then, she squealed in joy and pounced on him. She wrapped her arms around Dewey in a tight and loving embracing. "I can't, it's you!! It's been ages!!" She cried out, loudly enough for the other citizens could hear.

Dewey can feel the warmth against Marina's body. He would hug back, but he could barely move. Or breathe.

"Nnng.. R-Rinny.. you're crushing me..." He was gasping for air due to Marina's vicegrip. Marina heard his plead and she lossed the hug, letting him breathe for sweet air.

"Oh cod, I'm so sorry..! I couldn't help it.." She is always apologetic towards people. It's in her nature to do so. "Are you alright? I didn't squish you too hard, did I?" She asked with a concern look on her face.

"No.. I'm fine." He said, gasping for more air. He knew, she was able to crush the life out of someone. Marina is a hugger, after all. "So, how are you today? I haven't heard from you, since we were kids." He straightened up his vest.

"Oh! I've been doing well! I've living in Inkopolis Square for almost a decade now. So, what about you?" Marina is eager to hear what Dewey's been up, lately.

"Just plain old high school. I'm still a senior and half-way there til' graduation." High school had been pretty rough on Dewey. He's one of the honor students and able to enroll in one of the finest colleges in Inkopolis. The senior projects were stressful, enough.

Marina got up on her feet, once again and helped Dewey up. "As long as you're hanging in there, champ~!" Marina smiled. She's so happy to see Dewey again, but hasn't noticed that she was running to catch the train.

"It was good meeting you, again. I was about to catch up with Maye.. Otherwise, she'll drag me to the train." Typical Maye. His twin sister would never take no for an answer.

Marina had realized that she was still running late. "Oh my gosh!! I'm still running late!!" She cried. She was about to hurry, until she saw a bunch a papers on the floor again. She dropped them again after she glomped on her childhood friend. She stared at Dewey and chuckled, nervously. "But first, we need to gather up my papers.. again."

Dewey lets out a sigh and got back to picking up her papers. "You are such a handful, y'know that?" Some things never change between the unbreakable bond.

Meanwhile, Maye was on her way to get Dewey. Dewey had been testing her patience, one too many times. Maye had taken the same path that she left Dewey behind for a few minutes. "Stuborn brother..." She mumbled to herself. Maye really meant her word about dragging him to the train station if he likes it or not.

Dewey scanned the rest of Marina's papers. It appears to be flyers for a junior singing competition. "Come on, come all to the 1st Annual Junior Singers Competition.." He read the flyer and looked at Marina with an intrigued look on his face. "So, that's you were in a rush?" He asked.

"Mmhm! I was running an errand from the owner of a music store in Inkopolis Square. I took the train to the printing shop to make copies. After I was done, I realized that I was going to miss my ride.. Well, that's when I crashed into you.." She smiled, sheepishly. "Anyway, what's going on with you?" She asked, moving closer to him.

Dewey's smile would soon disappear. He looked down on the ground, not meeting her gaze. "It's nothing.." He lied.

Marina looked concern. Something seemed very troubling for Dewey. "That doesn't look like nothing to me.. Now, tell me what's been troubling you?" They both slowed down their pace for a minute. Marina wouldn't mind listening to their problems during work hours. She's like the mother, they never had.

Dewey didn't know where to start, but he decided to get this off his chest. He explained about his crush, Coral and how she rejected him. His twin sister cheered him up, but it was enough. "I felt so stupid.. She doesn't like me, like I like her.." He self-loathed, thinking about what happened earlier.

"Oh, dear.. You poor thing.." She brought her hand to her mouth, even more concerned. Who would've thought that crush of his would be so cruel to him. Suddenly, she pulled him into a warm hug. She didn't crush him this time.

Surprised, he looked up into Marina's eyes. "Marina.. I..." He began to say, but Marina interrupted him with a silent "shhhhh..."

"It's going to be alright.. I'm always here for you..." Her soothing tone made Dewey relaxed. Despite of Dewey being shorter than her, he nuzzled against her chest.

"Thanks, Marina.. I'll be fine.." Dewey felt whole, again. The hug felt like an eternity between the two squids. By the time they let go, they turned to see Maye in their point-of-view. Maye had been standing there, motionless for 5 seconds.

"Oh, dear.." He sighed, waving a hand at Maye. "Hey, sis." And the concludes their heart-warming moment between the two.

After a few more minutes of trying to snap Maye back to reality, they were all walking to the train station. Maye had already recognized Marina, after their childhood. The girls were chatting, while Dewey is checking the time. They still have time before the birthday party.

"So, both of ya'll are turning 18 on your birthdays? That's great!" Marina wished, she had a special present for them. But it was too much to ask. "So, are you throwing a party?"

Maye nodded, enthusiastically. "Mom, Fynn, and Angie are hosting a little get-together. Nothing big or special. I'm also inviting my super-artsy girlfriend over, since she's living upstairs~!" Maye couldn't wait to see Oliva's birthday gift. Suddenly, Maye smirked at the two. "You should come, as well. Dewey needed some alone time with you, if you catch my drift~" She winked before giggling.

"M-Maye!!" He said, mortified. His blush increased when Maye mentioned something more intimate.

Marina blushed, slightly until she began to giggle. "Hehee~ I would go, but.." She trailed off her sentence. "I've got a busy night to help with my boss with the flyers." So much for spending plenty of time with Dewey.

"Awww..." Disappointed, Maye understood her priorities. It would've been a complete bummer for Dewey. Sooner or later, they made it to the train station. The trip to Flounder Heights was a 20-25 minute ride. Marina's train ride was longer than theirs.

"Well, we must be off. Mom would worry us if we don't make it." He said, spotting their only chance of getting back home. He turned to Marina and smiled. "It was nice meeting you, Marina. I hope, you'll see each other without bumping into one another."

Marina smiled. She's happy to see Dewey's usual self, once again. "Likewise!" Marina also handed out 2 flyers for the Berri Twins. Followed by Marina's phone number on Dewey's flyer. "If you want, come and visit the singers competition at the Starfish Mainstage! They've got free food and drinks~♪" She chimed, happily.

Dewey noticed the phone number on his flyer. He chuckled, a bit and nodded. "I'll be there." He gave her a thumbs up as a sign of grattitude.

"There's one more thing, before you go.." Marina walked closer to him. Her blush is awfully noticable. Then, she knelt down to Dewey's level and kissed him on the cheek. "Happy Birthday, Dewey.." She whispered into his ear, causing him to fluster a lot.

Maye seemed happily surprised by this. She knew, Dewey would find love at some point. And he doesn't mind, at all.

"Th-Thanks.. L-Let's go home, Maye.." He titled his classic boater down, not letting anyone see his adorbably flushed face.

"Bye-bye~! I'll save you some cake after this~!" Maye said her goodbyes and caught up with Dewey. She can't wait to tell her mom and teammates about this.

Marina waved back at them with a kind smile. Now that they left to catch the train, Marina was all to herself until her train arrives. No matter how bad their separation turned out to be, their bond remains unbreakable for years to come.

And finally, Marina's train arrived.

THE END

[sylvianancy88]

Irv Gotti Net Worth, Biography, Family, Career & Personal life

Irv Gotti is a well-known record producer, DJ and record executive from America. He and his brother co-founded Murder Inc, a record producing company based in New York, United States.

He has a net worth of $15 million. Having been in this industry for almost 30 years now and appreciated by people all around the world as one of the greatest hip-hop and R&B record producers, following article talks about the Irv Gotti Net Worth, Biography, Family, Career & Personal life and career of this charming persona.

Biography and Background

Full Name

His full name is Irving Domingo Lorenzo, Jr.

Nicknames

He is commonly known as DJ Irv or Gotti to everyone. The nickname Gotti was given to him by rapper Jay-Z.

Nationality

He is an American. He has Afro-American ethnicity.  He was born in Hollis, Queens, New York City, United States.

Birthday

His birthday is on June 26, 1970. Which makes him 50 years old at present.

Profession

He is mainly a record producer. Apart from this he’s also a songwriter, record executive, DJ and music video director.

Zodiac Sign

Gotti’s Zodiac sign is Cancer.

Background

Irv had a really hard childhood. He and his family had to face poverty when he was a kid. But both of his parents were devoted to their eight children’s. In high school he was selling drugs.

So, he didn’t have to ask much from his parents. Although his folks didn’t know about this. He could have easily gone to a criminal path but he didn’t. He was really enthusiastic about music since when he was a kid.

He specially wanted to become a DJ and produce songs. He stick with his dreams and fought through difficult times to become one of the best DJ and record producer of modern time.

Family and History

Father

Irv’s fathers name is Irvington Domingo Lorenzo, Sr. He alongside her wife struggled a lot to take care of Irv and their other children. He used to drive a cab during daytime to support his family.

Irv has said multiple times that his father is his idol and without his sacrifices he wouldn’t have been able to make it this far.

Mother

His mothers name is Nee Nee Lorenzo. She and her husband devoted their life for the well being and upbringing of their eight children. It was really hard times but she never let anyone felt left behind.

Siblings

Irv Gotti has eight siblings including Chris Gotti (born in 1967) with whom he opened his own recording label.

Girlfriend

Gotti has been alleged to be in multiple relationships throughout his life. Some of which happened when he was married. His affair was the reason behind his divorce with his first wife.

At present he is deemed to be in a relationship with Ashanti.

Spouse

He was married twice. His first marriage was with Debbie Lorenzo.The couple is divorced now. The divorce took place because of Irv getting involved in affairs.

His second wife wasAshley Martelle. Before meeting Gotti she worked as an escort. The marriage didn’t last long and it ended just as quickly as it started.

Children

Irv and Debbie have three children’s together. They are: Sonny Gotti , JJ Gotti and Angie Gotti.

History

His love for music came from an early age. In an interview he said my love for music began when I found two turntables and a mixer in a guy’s house around the corner of my neighborhood.

So, when his dad went out for work, I use to go there and play. It was love at first sight. He then started working at local parties and family parties. During that time, he was known as DJ Irv.

He became so popular amongst everyone that the people at Def Jam Records decided to bring him as a record producer. And from there his career really began and he never had to look back again.

Music Style and Preference

He mainly produced songs of R&B and hip-hop genre. He has collaborated with multiple artists and made many hit songs. Some artists he has worked with includes Jay-Z, Ashanti, Ja Rule, Jennifer Lopez, DMX, Kanye West etc.

He has produced his own hit singles too. Gotti prides himself on running Murder Inc. records in a corporate hip-hop manner. He says that they make black music first and foremost and that all their records are hood first.

Career Development

His career began when he started working with Def Jam Records. He paved his way to become one of the most important executives of the company and worked with many famous rappers such as Jay-Z, Ja Rule and DMX.

After a while Irv decided to open his own recording label. Hence Murder Inc. was created. He launched the company with his brother Chris Gotti in 1992. In 1998 he wrote the song “Can I get a..” in the hit movie “Rush Hour”.

In 1999 Murder Inc. released their first album “VenniVettiVecci” by Ja Rule. The following year he wrote the song “How many wanna”.

Gotti later wrote “Charli” for Bamboozled and produced two songs.  “Come Back in One Piece” and “Somebody’s Gonna Die” for Romeo Must Die.

2001 was a busy year for him as he collaborated with Ja Rule and Jennifer Lopez. He was also composing songs for movies and wrote the first of his many songs for Ashanti in the same year.

In 2003, Murder Inc. office was raided with the allegation of money laundering with drug lord Kenneth McGriff. In 2005 all the charges were acquitted. These days he is focusing on producing shows alongside creating music.

He was an executive producer on J Rule’s MTV show “Follow the Rules”. He also wrote a song title “Split (Only You)” for the 2016 thriller “Collide”.

Irv Gotti Net Worth

Irv Gotti is one of the most popular record producers of modern time. He has produced numerous hit singles over the years.

His net worth is $15 million. Alongside producing records, he has also worked as a recording executive, Dj, songwriter and television show producer which helped his net worth to grow further.

Discography

Some of his produced singles are given below.

Social Media Presence

Irv Gotti has Twitter and Instagram accounts. They are given below.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/irvgotti187?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Eauthor

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/irvgotti187/?hl=en

Some Lesser Known Facts About Irv Gotti

His record label Murder Inc. has a meaning behind it. The murder for hire group of the 1930’s was started by LepkeBuchalter, and operated as amission to kill anyone for profit. From here the name Murder Inc. is originated from.

In 2003 his brother Chris was shot in the leg but survived. No suspects were found.

He has created the BET series “Tales”.

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Broadway in Fort Lauderdale

Broadway in Fort Lauderdale is proud to announce the Broadway Musicals, Hamilton and Dear Evan Hansen, will play their South Florida premiere engagements and anchor the 2018/19 season.

The 2018/19 Bank of America Broadway in Fort Lauderdale season showcases Broadway’s finest hits with a six or seven show subscription package power-packed with South Florida premieres of Broadway’s newest blockbusters and revivals.

Hamilton will play for a limited five week run December 18, 2018 – January 20, 2019.

Called “one of the most remarkable shows in musical theater history,” by The Washington Post, winner of six 2017 Tony Awards including Best Musical and 2018 Grammy nominee Dear Evan Hansen visits Mar 26 – Apr 7, 2019.

Featuring the Broadway classics “Tradition,” “If I Were a Rich Man,” “Sunrise, Sunset,” “Matchmaker, Matchmaker” and “To Life,” Fiddler On The Roof (Feb 20 – Mar 3, 2019) will introduce a new generation to this uplifting celebration that raises its cup to life, love and laughter. The romantic and adventure-filled new musical Anastasia (Apr 23 – May 5, 2019), inspired by the beloved films, is on a journey to Fort Lauderdale at last! Broadway’s hit crowd-pleaser A Bronx Tale (Jun 11 – 23, 2019) brings a street-wise story and original doo-wop tunes to the Broward Center stage.

Two worlds collide in Rodgers & Hammerstein’s The King And I (Nov 20–Dec 2, 2018), the “breathtaking and exquisite” (The New York Times) musical, based on the 2015 Tony Award-winning Lincoln Center Theater production. Back by popular demand, Cameron Mackintosh’s spectacular new production of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s The Phantom Of The Opera (Oct 10 – 21, 2018) is an optional seventh subscription show.

The Broadway in Fort Lauderdale 2018/19 subscription season is made possible with the generous support of Bank of America and is presented by Florida Theatrical Association in partnership with Broadway Across America and the Broward Center for the Performing Arts.

Season tickets for the 2018/2019 Bank of America Broadway in Fort Lauderdale six-show package are currently available and range from *$261 – $1002. A seven-show package which includes The Phantom Of The Opera is also available and range from *$296 – $1147. For faster service, those interested in renewing or purchasing new season tickets can visit BroadwayInFortLauderdale.com. Subscribers may also call the Season Ticket Hotline at 800.764.0700.  Phone lines are open Monday through Friday, 9 AM – 5 PM. When renewing over the phone or online, Season Ticket Holders must have their account number and credit card. Visit BroadwayAcrossAmerica.com for the most up-to-date information about touring Broadway.

“South Florida audiences are in for a fantastic Broadway season that will be filled with memorable moments from start to finish,” said Kelley Shanley, President & CEO of the Broward Center for the Performing Arts. “We are thrilled that HAMILTON makes its South Florida debut on the Broward Center stage, and know that long-time Broadway fans and newcomers will be delighted by each and every show that is coming our way. This is truly a blockbuster season that will tap into nostalgia with some fantastic revivals, and take us on new journeys with some of today’s hottest hits.”

“We are incredibly proud to host an amazing season of Tony Award-winning and fan-favorite hit musicals. Our 27th Broadway in Fort Lauderdale season promises to be a landmark season!” exclaimed Susan Krajsa, Executive Vice President for Broadway Across America.

2018/19 BANK OF AMERICA BROADWAY IN FORT LAUDERDALE LINE-UP 

The Phantom Of The Opera

October 10 – 21, 2018

Cameron Mackintosh’s spectacular new production of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s The Phantom Of The Opera will make a triumphant return to Fort Lauderdale as part of its North American Tour. Critics are raving that this breathtaking production is “bigger and better than ever before” and features a brilliant new scenic design by Paul Brown, Tony Award®-winning original costume design by Maria Björnson, lighting design by Tony Award-winner Paule Constable, new choreography by Scott Ambler, and new staging by director Laurence Connor.

The production, overseen by Matthew Bourne and Cameron Mackintosh, boasts many exciting special effects including the show’s legendary chandelier. The beloved story and thrilling score – with songs like “Music of the Night,” “All I Ask Of You,” and “Masquerade” – will be performed by a cast and orchestra of 52, making this Phantom one of the largest productions now on tour.

Rodgers & Hammerstein’s The King And I

November 20 – December 2, 2018 

“I doubt I’ll see a better production in my lifetime.” – THE WALL STREET JOURNAL

One of Rodgers & Hammerstein’s finest works, The King And I boasts a score that features such beloved classics as “Getting To Know You,” “I Whistle a Happy Tune,” “Hello Young Lovers,” “Shall We Dance” and “Something Wonderful.”

Set in 1860’s Bangkok, the musical tells the story of the unconventional and tempestuous relationship that develops between the King of Siam and Anna Leonowens, a British schoolteacher whom the modernist King, in an imperialistic world, brings to Siam to teach his many wives and children. The King And I is “too beautiful to miss” (New York Magazine).

Hamilton

December 18 – January 20, 2019

Hamilton is  the  story  of  America’s  Founding  Father  Alexander  Hamilton,  an  immigrant  from the  West  Indies  who  became  George  Washington’s  right-hand  man  during  the  Revolutionary War  and  was  the  new  nation’s first Treasury Secretary.  Featuring a score that blends hip-hop, jazz, blues, rap, R&B, and Broadway, Hamilton is the story of America then, as told by America now.

With book, music and lyrics by Lin-Manuel Miranda, direction by Thomas Kail, choreography by Andy   Blankenbuehler and   musical supervision and   orchestrations   by Alex   Lacamoire, Hamilton is based on Ron Chernow’s biography of Founding Father Alexander Hamilton. 

Fiddler On The Roof

February 20 – March 3, 2019

“An entirely fresh, funny, and gorgeous new production. A reason for celebration!” – New York Magazine

Tony-winning director Bartlett Sher and the team behind South Pacific, The King and I and 2017 Tony-winning Best Play Oslo, bring a fresh and authentic vision to this beloved theatrical masterpiece from Tony winner Joseph Stein and Pulitzer Prize winners Jerry Bock and Sheldon Harnick.

The original production won ten Tony Awards, including a special Tony for becoming the longest-running Broadway musical of all time. You’ll be there when the sun rises on this new production, with stunning movement and dance from acclaimed Israeli choreographer Hofesh Shechter, based on the original staging by Jerome Robbins. A wonderful cast and a lavish orchestra tell this heartwarming story of fathers and daughters, husbands and wives, and the timeless traditions that define faith and family.

Featuring the Broadway classics “Tradition,” “If I Were a Rich Man,” “Sunrise, Sunset,” “Matchmaker, Matchmaker” and “To Life,” Fiddler On The Roof will introduce a new generation to this uplifting celebration that raises its cup to joy! To love! To life!

Dear Evan Hansen

March 26 – April 7, 2019

WINNER OF SIX 2017 TONY AWARDS INCLUDING BEST MUSICAL 

A letter that was never meant to be seen, a lie that was never meant to be told, a life he never dreamed he could have. Evan Hansen is about to get the one thing he’s always wanted: a chance to finally fit in. Dear Evan Hansen is the deeply personal and profoundly contemporary musical about life and the way we live it.

“One of the most remarkable shows in musical theater history,” says The Washington Post. Rolling Stone calls

Dear Evan Hansen, “a game-changer that hits you like a shot in the heart” and NBC News raves “An inspiring anthem resonating on Broadway and beyond.”

Dear Evan Hansen features a book by Tony Award winner Steven Levenson, a score by Academy Award, Golden Globe and Tony Award winners Benj Pasek and Justin Paul (La La Land, The Greatest Showman), and direction by four-time Tony Award nominee Michael Greif (Rent, Next to Normal).

Anastasia

April 23 –May 5, 2019

Inspired by the beloved films, the romantic and adventure-filled new musical Anastasia is on a journey to FORT LAUDERDALE at last!

From the Tony Award-winning creators of the Broadway classic Ragtime, this dazzling show transports us from the twilight of the Russian Empire to the euphoria of Paris in the 1920s, as a brave young woman sets out to discover the mystery of her past. Pursued by a ruthless Soviet officer determined to silence her, Anya enlists the aid of a dashing conman and a lovable ex-aristocrat. Together, they embark on an epic adventure to help her find home, love, and family.

Anastasia features a book by celebrated playwright Terrence McNally, a lush new score by Stephen Flaherty (music) and Lynn Ahrens (lyrics) with direction by Tony Award winner Darko Tresnjak. 

A Bronx Tale

June 11 – 23, 2019

“Wonderful and refreshing!

The kind of tale that makes you laugh and cry.” – The New York Times

Broadway’s hit crowd-pleaser takes you to the stoops of the Bronx in the 1960s- where a young man is caught between the father he loves and the mob boss he’d love to be.

Bursting with high-energy dance numbers and original doo-wop tunes from the songwriter of Beauty and the Beast, A Bronx Tale is an unforgettable story of loyalty and family.

Academy Award winner Robert De Niro and Tony winner Jerry Zaks direct this streetwise musical- based on Academy Award nominee Chazz Palminteri’s story- that The New York Times hails as “A Critics’ Pick! The kind of tale that makes you laugh and cry.”

“A combination of Jersey Boys and West Side Story.”

– amNewYork

Broadway fans can enjoy unique hospitality experiences at the Broward Center this coming season including dinner and weekend brunch at the onsite restaurant, Marti’s New River Bistro. Marti’s offers modern American cuisine with spectacular views of the New River. For theater guests, the prix fixe dinner menu starts 2½ hours before curtain for evening performances; a prix fixe brunch menu is offered starting at 11 a.m. on Saturdays and Sundays prior to matinee performances in the Au-Rene Theater.  Marti’s is also open for brunch the first Sunday of every month from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. For reservations, call 954.660.6663 or reserve at BrowardCenter.org/dining. While reservations are encouraged, walk-ups are welcome.

By purchasing JETBLUE Flight Deck on the CLUB LEVEL tickets, theatergoers enjoy an all-inclusive experience with complimentary valet parking, fine food, premium open bar (which includes mixed drinks, beer, wine, coffee, tea and soft drinks), access to an exclusive lounge, extra-roomy theater seats and attentive service throughout the evening. The JETBLUE Flight Deck on the CLUB LEVEL lounge is open one hour prior to curtain and remains open throughout the performance and for 45 minutes after the show. A full season subscription is also available, which will guarantee the same luxurious JETBLUE Flight Deck on the CLUB LEVEL theater seat for each show in the Au-Rene Theater.

Theater patrons can enhance their theater experience with drinks, appetizers and desserts one hour before the performance and during intermission at the Intermezzo Lounge. A separate ticket for the Intermezzo Lounge allows patrons to enjoy a selection of delicious hot and cold hors d’oeuvres and desserts and complimentary beverages (soft drinks, seasonal craft and premium beer, wine, champagne, coffee and tea) in a spacious lounge offering ample indoor seating and a private outdoor veranda. To purchase tickets for the Intermezzo Lounge for any Broadway performance, visit www.BrowardCenter.org/dining.

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