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The Owl House Starters

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“No! My only weakness! Dying!”

“That doesn’t count, right?”

“Do you have any friends? Real ones?”

“Tiny trash thief!”

“Oops, that happens sometimes.”

“I’m a squirmy little fella.”

“I like food, I like love, just let me write about it!”

“Oh, he gets so cute when he’s thirsty for power.”

“I’ve never actually broken any of your stupid laws… in front of you.”

“I hate everything you’re saying right now.”

“We’d be the strongest power couple ever.”

“Self-doubt is a prison you can never escape from.”

“Anyways, let’s bounce before any more monsters fall in love with me.”

“I am not your cutie pie!”

“No one wants an un-oiled snake.”

“Remember, never befriend a man in sandals and always measure twice, cut once.”

“Be back by nightfall or risk mortal peril!”

“I know I’ve had enough delight for one day.”

“Sorry to break it to you, ___, but no one here is that well-dressed.”

“This has been a rough day.”

“Big houses always belong to big whack jobs.”

“Today just got good.”

“Wizards are just old people with glitter in their pockets.”

“Anyways, your food is gone and we are too.”

“Never trust a man in casual drapery.”

“All that mean-spirited laughter made me sleepy.”

“I don’t like this. I really don’t like this.”

“All your food was so tiny and cute.”

“If you can think of a better plan I’d love to hear it.”

“Betrayed by my own cool accessories.”

“I didn’t have to be part of this!”

“I… don’t like this.”

“I think I’ll head home and look at pictures of animals that are still… alive.”

“Wow, you’re so unnoticeable I almost rolled into you.”

“It’s okay, the thorns only went through a few layers of skin.”

“Alright, into the darkness you go.”

“Oh my god, I haven’t eaten real food in so long please give me some.”

“You can’t just cut open a human, can you?”

“Keeping junk in my pocket saved my life!”

“Ahh, baby’s first wanted poster.”

“Even demons have inner demons.”

“This is my paying attention face.”

“Look, now we’re boo boo buddies.”

“It’s like a rainbow, but looking at it turns you inside out.”

“I respect your cunning but I also hate you for it.”

“Oh, gross. Can I keep that?”

“This is terrifying, so why do you look so happy?”

“Oh no, a twist!”

“I’m kind of over that nickname, but okay.”

“Oh, what lovely thing do we have here? It’s just so dang shiny, oh my.”

“And look, I drew flip book.”

“I will literally do anything to stop this.”

“If I’m seen, I could go to jail… again.”

“Alright, let’s see this mess.”

“That’s probably fine.”

“Time to prepare for bloodshed.”

“Welcome down to my level!”

“I know I should be repulsed but that look is fierce.”

“I’m gonna steal everything that’s not nailed down!”

“I was up all night poison tasting and, for some reason, I don’t feel great.”

“I need an extra pair of eyes looking out for pickpockets. And an extra pair of hands in case I want to pickpocket.”

“I got leaves in my pants. And I like it.”

“I was a strange child.”

“You think this can stop me? I can still bite your ankles.”

“If you’re gonna eat me, just do it now!”

“___, you’re getting all swoony again.”

“Rivals are meant to be annihilated, not befriended.”

“Witches eating babies is so 1693.”

“Ugh, you.”

“I thought we were as cool as cucumbers but we’re as sour as pickles.”

“Whoa, I almost passed out.”

“It’s been hours, how can it keep screaming!?”

“Say that again and I steal your tongue.”

“Keep going, this is fun to watch.”

“Isn’t that taking it a bit too far?”

“Just go away before things somehow get worse!”

“This never happened.”

“And who doesn’t like their name in lights?”

“That’s the incorrect reaction!”

“I smell an easy mark.”

“Well, I hate her.”

“It’s like demonic possession with the ones you love.”

“This is just like my favorite early 2000’s movie!”

“I’m so old… and pointy.”

“I’ve got some very confusing emotions right now.”

“My life’s not a joke! But yours is!”

“Novelty costumes are where I draw the line.”

“I am not above disrespecting my elders.”

“This vacation just took an alarming, back-alley turn.”

“Geez, I thought I’d like being babied. But I feel small and helpless, like some sort of baby.”

“Hey, take this, society!”

“I didn’t like her telling me what to do before, but now I love it!”

“Let’s go let out some teen angst!”

“This is how the cool kids ride. Super backwards, on purpose.”

“Your life is pretty terrible. But, hey, it’ll probably be over soon.”

“This is some of my best work, really captures the shame.”

“That’s sweet, kid. Now let’s never speak of this again.”

“Show, don’t tell, man.”

“Oh, look what you did. I’m gonna go rub it in.”

“That seems like a potential problem to me.”

“You being the razzle, I’ll bring the dazzle.”

“Do you always have confetti on you or—?”

“You’re just gonna be unhelpful, huh?”

“Okay, time to run for no particular reason!”

“Oof, I’ve had this nightmare before.”

“Like I’d actually apologize.”

“I want power, and I want drama.”

“Are you ready to give up?”

“I was afraid, I acted stupid.”

“I just wish you told me the truth.”

“You know, it didn’t taste as bad as I thought I would.”

“Impressive, still alive.”

“This is a throne worthy of a tyrant!”

“No, no, keep those sticky hands away.”

“No one wants to see that.”

“Since when are you into sports?”

“Gross, sympathy.”

“Don’t spend all night plotting revenge.”

“Oh, this is an interesting development.”

“I’ll take that weird grumble as a yes.”

“I’m feeling confident about this plan.”

“Trust must be earned.”

“If you run, you’ll just make it harder for yourself!”

“Your pride has destroyed you.”

“So tiny, so angry.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be clean again.”

“If you ever want to search for the truth, I’ll help you.”

“Aww, that’s a horrible lie.”

“Partake of my free snack samples!”

“Why isn’t anyone paying attention to me?”

“A, eww. B, I’m bored. C, I feel like pickpocketing some dork while they browse.”

“I know my good angle.”

“Ugh, what are the basement dwellers doing out in natural sunlight?’

“Hey, there’s more to life than shipping.”

“___, I know you’re trying to help, but I think you’re crossing a line.”

“Ooh, I love punching.”

“You’re ominous, and I like it.”

“And of course you would be here just to be a nuisance.”

“I wanted to compare sunglasses.”

“Fame can really box you in, you know?”

“Besides, if anyone’s putting you down it’s gonna be me.”

“If it’s disappointing in any way I’ll spend the rest of my life trashing it.”

“He scammed us. Can you believe he scammed us?”

“Good entrance. But that outfit? Hah!”

“I’ve got a new crush and her name is education!”

“Ahh, fresh garbage.”

“I have never seen such an extravagant earring.”

“Wow, a surprisingly peaceful domestic moment. When will it be ruined?”

“Weaponizing my pride, well played.”

“Sorry, whoever’s over there!”

“Well, go on. Eat the snow.”

“Huh, it’s no fun if they don’t tremble.”

“Oh, okay, alright. Yup, an idea’s happening.”

“Shh! I don’t need your validation!”

“Get back here before that thing bites you!”

“No, we’re gonna die.”

“Cool. I didn’t actually think you could do it.”

“It’s not a secret.”

“Alright, your adorable banter is literally making me sick.”

“Believe it or not, I’ve seen worse.”

“Aww. I won’t be doing that, but thanks.”

“Quitting: it’s like trying, but easier.”

“You humans are filled with liquids, right?”

“I guess I have always liked pouring things into other things.”

“Time to scrounge through the trash.”

“I ain’t no desk jockey.”

“You don’t know diddly dang about squiddly squat!”

“I love secret rooms!”

“You have an aura of lies.”

“Also, you can eat trash.”

“Do the right thing, you dingus!”

“It just goes on like this for an hour.”

“Carnivals bring crowds and crowds bring suckers.”

“We’ve got scams to run.”

“I know poison when I see it.”

“You can’t scam a scammer.”

“You should really put a lock on your closet.”

“I love crimes!”

“Now this is my kind of weird.”

“That’s way safer than becoming blood brothers.”

“Beat up the man and steal his things for me.”

“This mama is ready for trauma.”

“All right. Approval!”

“Curse these stubby legs!”

“Sketchy carnival rides are not to blame this time.”

“___, you’re lucky I can’t be mad at your adorable antics.”

“Just when I thought I couldn’t respect the law any less…”

“Aww, what a supportive sign.”

“Yep, I just counted to one million.”

“Looks like we ruined his life for a second time.”

“I’ve always wanted to own a jagged piece of cheap metal.”

“Yes! Bread puns, bread puns forever!”

“Now I know what friendship tastes like.”

“I think today is a talons day.”

“It’s fun because it’s stupid.”

“I’ll admit, I was adorable.”

“Be careful with my brain.”

“Wouldn’t you rather talk about it?”

“That’s my motto after all, ‘Out of sight, out of mind.’”

“No schemes, no plots, no ruses. None.”

“I can’t believe I made him cry.”

“Are you solving a crime or about to commit one?”

“Sadly this is one problem crime can’t solve.”

“I’m supposed to choose someone interesting, accomplished, and noteworthy. People aren’t meant to be all those things!”

“Yup, her brain’s burned up real good.”

“Be still my fantasy-loving heart.”

“I’m pretty good at getting stuck inside people’s heads.”

“Hey, I found something magical.”

“I’ma put my face in it.”

“It’s like a little doghouse for angels.”

“If you’re handing out attention, I deserve it.”

“Eww, I mean, aww.”

“I really messed things up.”

“It’s eggs, it’s full of eggs.”

“No one turns down an interview with someone this pretty.”

“Me? Avoid? What? No. But let’s skip it.”

“There’s levels to me, kid. Levels I say!”

“Oh, right, I put people in there.”

“I’m gonna hug you so hard you’ll never forget me again!”

“I regret teaching you about the internet.”

“Ah, a severed hand. Perfect response.”

“Hmm, the demon at my shoulder makes a good point.”

“Always trust a shoulder demon.”

“The more I look at him, the more uncomfortable I get.”

“Man, you’ve got some quick grabbers.”

“I can’t wait to get overdressed, take awkward photos, push all the buttons!”

“We’re gonna turn this bloodbath into a fun bath.”

“Do you think I could pull off red eyeshadow?”

“Girl, you could pull off anything.”

“We’re style geniuses!”

“Ominous footsteps, creepy woods, this is no problem.”

“Dang, I look great.”

“___, you always go overboard and I end up bailing you out.”

“Now, what’s the fun in watching a kid get eaten by a monster if it’s my kid?”

“___, I don’t think you’re ready but we’re literally out of time.”

“Why so twitchy, witchy?”

“Teenagers are brutal. They’ll boo anyone and that kind of public humiliation will stick with you for life.”

“You look nice. Strange, but nice.”

“Honestly, I’m kind of amazed with how fearless you are.”

“You’ve done things I could never do.”

“Thing is, you’re sitting in my personal chitchat zone, which means you gotta talk.”

“I am a little weirdo.”

“You gotta pander.”

“Cheating a isn’t anything to brag about.”

“Well, can’t reason with crazy!”

“I’ve been talking for too long.”

“Feeling sentimental?”

“I love water.”

“I don’t know much about sports but I do know about sports movies.”

“What happens in the montage stays in the montage.”

“Not everything can be solved with a good attitude and a dope movie soundtrack.”

“Sorry, I just really love backstories.”

“You just destroyed your social life.”

“That’s such a stupid rule!”

“You’re not gonna show this to anyone, right?”

“I haven’t forgotten what you promised me.”

“Ahh, you’re a thorn in my side but you always dig your way into my heart.”

“Jeez, you’re morbid.”

“Ahh, it’s a fate much worse than death if you think about it.”

“Please don’t make me regret taking you here.”

“Love me a properly ventilated castle.”

“I spy with my little eye something coming this way!”

“I’m going away and I don’t know if I can come back this time.”

“And ___, thank you, for being in my life.”

“I want her back as much as you do.”

“Don’t look at me like that, this is for your own good.”

“Ah farts, I got caught.”

“You understand, don’t you?”

“Please tell me that’s not as bad as it sounds.”

“To be great, you have to make sacrifices.”

“Ahh, ___, you chose the wrong side.”

“I like your spirit, but try that again and things won’t end well for you.”

“Go on, then. Go be a hero.”

“I may have lost but so have you.”

“I can teach you what I know, and what we don’t know we can learn together.”

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babygirl-diaz · 3 years ago

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how about this tho -- bucky and sam are in heavy denial about how stupid gone they are for each other. and it's mostly bucky's fault :) cue like a bucky barnes from another time or better yet another timeline landing in theirs, and they gotta get him back home. but the other bucky barnes makes all the right moves on sam. makes him laugh, makes him smile, compliments him head to toe -- just easily expresses everything that the real bucky wants to say. bucky barnes being jealous of himself poor bb

(Wrote something based on this. Hope you like it, anon! Sorry it's a bit different from you prompt)

***

Bucky couldn’t sleep. The thoughts of Sam invaded his mind, like they often did these days, keeping him awake in the middle of the night. He thought about that beautiful face, that gorgeous smile… that hot body and that sexy ass that was just begging to be grabbed. Fuck.

But Bucky couldn’t make a move on the other guy because he was the only friend he had, and he didn’t want to lose him. So he was forever doomed to suffer through his schoolboy crush.

Bucky sighed and closed his eyes to finally get some sleep when a sound caught his attention. He was out of his bed before the knock on his door. He knew none of his enemies would knock before they burst into his apartment, but he still got the gun from the side table and took it with him. Pressing the muzzle to the door, he left the chain on as he peeked out of the door. But his eyes widened and his jaw dropped when he saw the person on the other side and the gun almost slipped from his hand.

“What the fuck…” he said incredulously. Standing before Bucky was his mirror image. Well, not exactly his mirror image, but close. He looked a little older than Bucky, was rough around the edges, his beard was slightly thicker, his brown hair was longer, and his eyes were brown instead of blue.

“I know how this looks,” the man said in a gruff voice. It sounded how Bucky would sound if he smoked. “Okay, maybe I don’t know how this looks. But could you please remove the gun from the door and let me in?”

“How did you--” Bucky asked but was interrupted.

“I am you.” The man replied.

Bucky had to be dreaming. This was some lucid dream. He had a powerful urge to pinch himself, but instead, he lowered his gun and stepped aside, letting the other man into the apartment.

“Thanks,” the man said offhandedly.

“Care to explain what’s going on here?” Bucky asked, closing the door behind them.

“I will once I figure it out myself…” the other man replied.

“Well, you’re— you— you look like me.” Bucky said, staring at the other man. “How is that possible?”

“I don’t just look like you, dumbass. Like I said, I am you.” Okay, this man had no manners whatsoever.

“How can there be two of us? Wait, a second…” something hit Bucky. “Hydra… are they back? Did they send you?” He took the gun and pointed it right between the other man’s eyes.

“Hey, whoa, man, chill. I don’t work for Hydra.”

“Then who are you and where did you come from?” Bucky unlocked the safety of the gun and got closer to the other man.

“I keep telling you, asshole, I am you. What part of that is hard to grasp?” The other man asked. He suddenly looked more frustrated than scared. “As for where I am from… that’s hard to explain but let’s just say that I am not from this universe-- your universe.”

“What?” Bucky let the gun down once again. “What’s that even supposed to mean?”

“Do you want me to write it in dumbass and hand it to you?”

Bucky again had the urge to shoot this man. “Can’t you talk without swearing?”

“Why? Does it make you uncomfortable, princess?”

“You are such an asshole. How can you possibly be me?” Bucky asked. “I need to think…” He started pacing the floor, wondering what the fuck was he going to do. He stopped in his tracks when he remembered something. “Wait… how did you know where to find me?”

“I live in the same apartment in my universe. Except mine isn’t so…” he looked around and made a face. “--so clean and I have a cat.”

“A cat?” Bucky asked, surprised.

“Yes, fluffy little creatures, perky ears, long tails… You got those in your universe?”

Bucky threw his hands up. “Of course we have cats in our universe. I am just surprised that I would want anything to do with one.”

“What? You a catphobe?”

“That’s not even a thing..” Bucky scoffed. “And by the way, we’re derailing from the point. How did you get here?”

“Hell if I know,” the other man shrugged. “One second I am passed out drunk in my apartment and then the next thing I know I wake up in a strange-looking Brooklyn.”

“You can get drunk?” Bucky asked, surprised. The other Bucky had the bionic arm, even if it was old-fashioned. Then he had to have Bucky’s powers, too.

“It was with Thor. He brought out his special Asgardian liquor, and we got hammered,” the other man explained. “Pun fully intended.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at him and started pacing again. “I can’t do this alone. I need help.” He said, more to himself than the other man.

“Who are you calling?” The other man asked when Bucky picked up his phone to call.

“Sam.”

***

Sam looked exhausted when he arrived at Bucky’s doorstep, and Bucky hated to admit it, but his half asleep state and his grumpy face made him look kinda cute. Okay. Right. Focus Buck.

“What’s so urgent that you asked me to take the first flight here?”

“Okay, so don’t freak out…” Bucky said, putting his hands out in front of him.

“You telling me to not freak out is freaking me out, Buck.” Sam sidestepped Bucky and into the apartment. “So what is it?”

“You have to see it to believe it,” Bucky told him as he led him to the bedroom. He slowly opened the door, and the first thing to hit his ears was the sound of snoring.

“What the hell?!” Sam screeched, causing the other Bucky to practically fall off the bed in his haste to get up. “That’s--” Sam looked between the other Bucky and Bucky, before rushing out to the living room.

Bucky went after him and tried to touch his shoulder, but Sam shrugged him away. “What is going on? Who is that?”

“He’s apparently me,” Bucky explained. “From another universe.”

Sam blinked at Bucky before bursting out laughing. “He’s you. From another universe? Good one, Buck!”

When Bucky didn’t laugh along, Sam’s laughter died down. “You’re not joking.”

“No, he’s not.” Bucky turned around to find the other Bucky standing behind them in nothing but his boxers. “Hey, Sam,” the man tilted his head to the side and offered Sam a smirk.

Sam looked at him from top to bottom, making Bucky frown.

“Hi… Bucky?” Sam greeted him unsurely. “This is really freaky…”

“You’re telling me,” Bucky mumbled.

“H- how did you get to this universe?” Sam asked the other Bucky.

The other Bucky walked over to Sam and stopped a little too close to him. “I have no idea, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart?” Bucky and Sam asked at the same time and looked at each other.

“What? You don’t like it?” The other Bucky lowered his voice even more.

Sam cleared his throat and shook his head at that. “No, that- that’s fine.”

“Well, doll, I gotta say, you are hot.”

Bucky’s breath suddenly became shallow, and his hands tightened into fists beside him. How dare this man call Sam hot? Yes, Sam was hot. Really hot. But this man had no right to call him that.

“Oh, wow.” Sam chuckled nervously and bit down on his lips. “Thanks, man. You aren’t bad looking yourself. Love the rough around the edges look ya got going on.”

“Why, thanks, baby,” the other Bucky winked at him.

Bucky had enough of the other Bucky’s flirting, and he put himself between him and Sam. “Can we get back to the important part? How do we get you back home?”

The other Bucky dropped on the couch and put his arms behind his head. “No clue. I don’t even know how I got here in the first place.”

“We need help, Buck. This is way above our paygrade.”

Bucky agreed with Sam. This wasn’t a problem they could solve on their own. “Should we ask Dr. Strange for help?”

“It’s worth the try-”

“So you got the wizard over here too?” The other Bucky chimed in.

A broad smile spread across Sam’s lips. “THANK YOU!” Sam said a little too loudly. “Glad someone else agrees that he’s a wizard.” He raised his hand to high five with the other, Bucky, who enthusiastically returned the five. “By the way, we need a name for you. Can’t call you Bucky. It will be too confusing.”

“You can call me darling if you like, doll,” the other Bucky started flirting again. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Sam nervously chuckled at that again, “While I love that suggestion, I think I will go with James.”

“Shame,” the other Bucky-- James pouted. He actually pouted.

Sam sat down beside James and James immediately moved closer to him much to Bucky’s chagrin. “What’s the last thing you remember?” Sam asked.

“I remember going to bed drunk last night and then waking up here this morning.”

“How did you know you were in a different universe?” Bucky asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Everything felt wrong…”

Bucky and Sam looked at each other before Sam asked, “That can’t be the only thing, James.”

James sighed. “I’ve been sent to a different universe before.”

“You have?” Asked Bucky.

“Yeah… It just feels different when you’re in a different universe. It’s really hard to explain. You know how when you go to a different country and the wind suddenly doesn’t feel right? It’s like that except dialed up to 100.”

“So universe hopping isn’t anything new to you?” Bucky asked with an edge in his voice. “Why didn’t you tell me that before?”

“Didn’t wanna freak ya out, dumbass,” James replied.

“Do you have to call me that?”

Sam looked up at him and chuckled, making Bucky frown even more.

“So, sweetheart, you got a lady or fella in your life?” James threw his bionic arm around Sam’s shoulder and pulled him closer.

Bucky wanted nothing more than to remove his arm and strangle him.

Sam threw a quick glance at Bucky before replying, “I’m single.”

“Nahhh… that can’t be true. A handsome fella like you doesn’t have anyone in his life. It’s impossible.”

“Are you always this flirty?” Sam asked him instead.

“Only around someone as sexy as you.” James leered at Sam like he wanted to eat him up.

Sam chuckled and looked down at the floor.

Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. He was practically in love with Sam and couldn’t do anything about it. Yet, here was another version of him, touching him and openly flirting with him.

“Sam! Let’s go. We should go talk to Dr. Strange.” Bucky grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled him up.

Sam threw him an annoyed look and pulled his arm out of Bucky’s grip. “Fine! Let’s go.”

“What do I do?” James asked.

Bucky threw him an annoyed look. “You stay here and watch tv or something. We’ll be back soon.”

#SamBucky #TFATWS #fanfiction #ask

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strawberrylemonz · 4 years ago

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Accepted Invitation

Part 1

Part 2 [CURRENT]

Part 3

DT: @bargledblocks my beloved <3 and @snapdragonfirefly my beloved <3

“Chat, stop being dickheads.”

Kristin shook her head as she narrowed her eyes at Phil, who smiled at her.

“He gets that from you.”

“What? Never! He must have learned it from someone else!”

As the two playfully bickered, accusing each other of starting Tommy’s cursing habit, they failed to notice the guilty look that covered the twin’s expression. Ghostbur, not being able to read the atmosphere or situation, whispered in a loud manner.

“Heeeeeey, didn’t we teach him how to curse.”

“You two did what?”

“Nothing! Let’s move on!”

Tommy hummed as he happily navigated through the unfamiliar Portal Hub. He had heard stories of what it was like from his father and brothers, so he was more than excited to finally navigate through it himself. Look at him go! TommyInnit, the most badass adventurer around! He would be so cool, just like his family!

“What is he doing on the main server? Why is he walking around the Portal Hub?”

“I don’t know, but does it matter?”

“Of course it does-!”

“Does not.”

Just as he was about to enter a different section of the Portal Hub, the sound of a small peep caught his attention. Turning around with a smile, he held out his hand as he caught a baby chick, gently petting it with his finger.

“Hello, little guy. New god?”

“Yes, little chick, I am!”

“Did Clara and Mother lead you my way?”

“They did! They couldn’t help but say good things about you, so I just had to come and see you for myself! I hope I’m not going to stay this small forever.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get bigger the longer you stick around with me. Mother and Clara are already fully grown chickens, but there’s other deities who are still puffy chicks, like you.”

“Wonderful! Can I stay on your person?”

“Sure, why not? Here, just stay there.”

“Thank you, young chick.”

“Not a problem!”

“I’m sorry, gods?”

“Are you telling me that Tommy’s just as crazy as his family? I mean, come on, Chat? Voices? Obvious red flag-”

“That’s not very nice, Dream.”

Dream frowned and tried to cover his ears, doing his best to block out Ghostbur. Techno and Wilbur just sat in silence, watching the form of their brother as he happily interacted with his voices, with his chat. He seemed so much more in control than they ever were at his age. Overall, they were just shocked that he even had a chat, and they didn’t know. Watching the interaction, Ranboo voiced his observation.

“Hey, Tommy kinda has what Phil does.”

“What do you mean, Boo?”

“Phil has a bunch of crows that follow him around, Tommy has baby chicks. Kinda funny, if you ask me.”

Tommy smiled as he tucked the chick into his shirt pocket, happy to see the little fella content. Peering into his satchel, he smiled as he nodded to a small group of chicks huddled in there, peering up at him. Their peeps comforted him as he entered the new area, clutching the straps of both his backpack and satchel tightly in his grip. Mumbling as he studied the different portals, he couldn’t help but snort as familiar clucking caught his attention. Turning around, he waved as a clucking chicken ran to him, flapping into his arms.

“Hello, Mother.”

Quackity snorted, only to quickly move to cover his mouth. Kristin raised an eyebrow as she turned to face him, curiosity painting her face. Nervous laughter erupted from the man’s throat as he scratched the back of his neck, trying to explain.

“It’s just, seeing him call a chicken mother was kind of funny.”

Kristin laughed as she nodded in agreement, she and Clara sharing knowing looks.

“It is funny, yeah.”

The chicken clucked as she rested her head on his shoulder, snuggling in. Waiting as he held her close, he smiled as a red aura came off the chicken, forming a mass in front of him. Floating there, arms crossed, was Kristin. Humming as she looked around the area, she spoke up in a confident manner.

“Joining your Chat was one of the smartest things I’ve ever done. Now I just need to track down your brothers and join their Chats, talk some sense into them during my free time.”

“Good to see you too, Mum.”

Kristin chuckled as she shook her head. Pressing her lips together, she gave her youngest son a pointed look.

“Now, Tommy, why are you here? You should be at home, with the others. The Hub is a big and unpredictable place, no nine year old should be wandering around here unsupervised.”

“But I’m not unsupervised, you’re here!”

Placing her hands on her hips, she shook her head as she sharpened her look, making the child avoid her gaze.

“I mean by someone who is physically there to watch you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Mum, I’m a Big Man!”

“I don’t doubt you are, but you still shouldn’t be here on your own. Here, let’s get you back to your father and brothers-”

“No!”

“Yelling at his mother, how rude!”

Niki shook her head in distaste as Jack nodded in agreement.

“She must have the will of thousands to deal with someone like Tommy.”

Kristin frowned at the statements being made behind her. It hurt her that the people her son admired and looked to spoke ill of him behind his back. What hurt her the most, however, was the lack of defense from her husband or sons. Instead, the defense came from someone else.

“Hey, leave the kid alone! Look at him, he’s just a child!”

“Quackity is right, Tommy’s nine here. Besides, if Kristin see’s something wrong with his tone, I’m sure she’d put him back in line.”

A satisfied hum came from Kristin as she smiled at Quackity and Ranboo, glad to see that some people had some sense in themselves.

Kristin frowned as she raised an eyebrow, tilting her head towards her youngest son. Tommy peered down at the chicken in his arms, ashamed. Sighing, he nodded as he looked back at her.

“I’m sorry, Mother. I just- I can’t go back.”

“Why not?”

“I hate being alone.”

The group watched as tears welled up in the child’s eye. They all felt a pinch of pain and hurt in their chests, frowning at how Tommy was feeling. Watching as he wiped his tears away with the chicken, they couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.

“What do you mean by alone? I’m sure that if you just ask your brothers if you can join in sparring-”

“They left.”

“...What? What do you mean they left? What about your father? What did he say about this?”

“He left too. They all left me alone in the cottage. Something about being invited to a new server? They sent letters back home for me to read, but they stopped coming in two months ago. Dad and Techno started a nation, I think. The Antarctic Empire, or something. Wilbur started his own, but I think he’s allied with them? It got confusing after a while.”

“L’manburg wasn’t Wilbur’s first country?”

“Forget that, the anarchists started a country?!”

“Letters stopped two months ago? When did they leave you behind?”

“Um, I’m not sure? They left November twenty-second.”

“Wha- Tommy, it’s July fourth! They’ve been gone for almost seven months!

“Wow, really? It’s been that long? Huh, would you look at that! I’m a master survivor!”

“Ow!”

“I still don’t forgive you for that! How could you leave our son behind like that?! For seven months?!”

“Kristin-”

“Don’t, we’ll talk about this later.”

“And you’ve been alone all along? What about our sweet neighbors? Aren’t you best friends with that boy your age?”

“Tubbo went with his dad on a trip a few months back.”

“Schlatt took him on a trip? Huh, weird. And what about Lani?”

“What’s so surprising about that? I can be a loving and cool father, right Tubbo? Lani?”

The two siblings avoided the ram’s gaze, mumbling excuses so they did not need to reply.

“Adopted dad took her on a different trip after she got upset that Schlatt left her behind.”

“Well, count on Jordan to cheer his daughter up.”

“The Captain is cool like that, Mum.”

“You bet he is! Man, I need to go on a trip with him again. He’d love to meet Michael!”

“Knowing dad, he’s gonna freak after seeing that his only son is married and has a child.”

“I think you’re wrong, Lani, dad will be fiiiiiiiiiiinnnnne.”

“Whatever.”

“Well, where are you going, Tommy? Joining them on this new server?”

“I was, but I decided not to.”

“And why not?”

“I was invited to a different server! See?”

Kristin watched as Tommy reopened his satchel, greeting the chicks who napped inside. Carefully pulling out an envelope, he smiled as he pulled out the card. Presenting it to his mother with pride, Tommy giggled with glee as she read the name of the server.

“Dream SMP?”

“Yup! Started back in April, I think? I got the invite a month back, and I’ve been preparing to leave ever since! Isn’t that cool? Someone thinks I’m cool enough to join a server!”

Kristin studied the face of her son, watching as he happily rambled about his plans for the new server. He didn’t fool her, he never could. She knew that despite his excitement, he was lonely and scared. He didn’t want to be alone.

“You’re not going to make me go back to the cottage, are you?”

“You know what? I’ll follow you wherever you choose to go.”

“Really?!”

“Absolutely, my ray of sunshine.”

“Oh, thank you!”

Pure love and happiness filled everyone as Tommy held the chicken close to himself, ignoring the strange looks people gave him as he mumbled his thanks.

“He really loves you, doesn’t he?”

“As do I for him. If I could live every day outside of my realm, I’d be by my family’s side every day.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Now, let’s see this Dream SMP, okay?”

“M’kay!”

“You guys left Tommy all by himself when he was nine? Kinda wack, ngl.”

“Did you just verbally abbreviate “not going to lie” in real life?”

“That’s not the point, Sapnap.”

“I know, but still.”

Wilbur refused to speak or look at anyone. He didn’t know why the train brought him and the others here, but he knew that being sat with his family made him uncomfortable. Technoblade just sat beside his twin, messing with his hands as he silently thought things over. Peering at his parents and brother, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had been unfair towards his youngest brother. He didn’t regret doing what he did to L’manburg, the country deserved it. He didn’t regret a thing, no matter what Tommy said or did. He didn’t even know why the voices and his own consciousness felt uneasy by this all, nothing bad hadn’t even occurred yet! It was definitely uncomfortable to feel what Tommy was feeling during these events, but that was the only thing that truly explained his uneasiness.

He watched as his mother whispered to his father, her stare firm and strong. The ex-citizens of L’manburg all conversed with one another, sharing their observations so far. They all shared the same question, he knew this, but only one was brave enough to ask it. Watching as Drista made her way from Lani to Kristin, Techno watched with amusement.

“Excuse me? Mrs. Minecraft? Where is Tommy?”

“Oh, simple! None of us wanted him to revisit all these moments that may be uncomfortable for him, so he’s somewhere safe.”

Before anyone else could ask anything else, they were suddenly overwhelmed with excitement and joy. Turning around they watched as Tommy spawned into a new server, his mother’s chicken in his arms. Petting her head as he looked around, Tommy addressed his small following of chicks and chickens.

“Boys! Welcome to the Dream SMP!”

#The Reluctant Hero's Tale #The Reluctant Hero's Tale AU #Tommy is gremlin child pog

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fnf-brain-rot · 3 years ago

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We're In This Together [Pico's School AU] Chapter 1 - New Kid

Pico let out a loud, droned out groan at the kitchen table. He hated school so bad, just thinking about having to go made him wanna bash his skull into a brick wall. "Boy if you don't shut all that noise up and eat your cereal." Darnell's mother, Clarissa, snapped from the sink. Darnell choked a little bit on his cinnamon toast crunch, and Pico pouted, lowering his head over his half eaten bowl of Cap'n crunch.

"What, did you remember we had a test today or something?" Darnell asked him. PIco's eyes damn there bulged from his sockets, and he dropped his spoon dramatically. "We have a test today??" He breathed, and Darnell snorted again. "No, I was asking you if you knew." Pico huffed in response, slouching in his chair. The only thing that could make this Tuesday worse would be a test. At least he didn't have that. This asshole scared him.

Well not scared, startled.

two very different things.

Darnell got up from his seat, grabbing his bowl and Pico's to give to give his mother, mouthing "You owe me." To the ginger. Pico let out Thankful hum, then got up as well. He'd return the favor by bringing his his backpack to the front for him when he went back to grab his own. It was still morning. They weren't even in school yet. This day was gonna take forever..

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Darnell and Pico were on time today, finally. Nene stood by the staircase, chatting with some red haired girl they've never seen. Now this girl, Pico damn there fell head over heels instantly. She was wearing a cute little jumper, a bright red shirt under the suspenders. She had on little red boots, and her hair was up in a ponytail. Her skin was a nice, soft peach color, and she even had a natural blush??

Darnell and Pico looked at each other, the other seeming to have noticed her natural beauty as well. "I call dibs."

"What? You don't call dibs on a person asshole!" Darnell pushed him, but that only propelled the boy forward, enough to make a complete fucking fool of himself. He tripped over his own foot as he took a step forward, falling face first into the pavement right in front of the girl's feet. "Pico! What the fuck!" Nene barked, but stopped when the girl in front of them gasped softly. "Oh no, are you okay?" She lifted him by his arm, resisting the urge to giggle at his dumbstruck face.

Pico stared at her for a moment, then his eyes lidded, and he lowered his voice. "Hey.." He tried to sound smooth, but a deep voice just wasn't going for him right now. She giggled, and helped him up. "Oh gosh, your nose is bleeding. Do you wanna go to the nurse?" She pulled a tissue from her pocket and held it to his nose. His face was red as a bitch, and he knew it. "No! I can handle it! I've been through worse!" He sniggered, but took the tissue.

"Sorry for this dumbass causing trouble." Darnell walked up to the three, pushing past the ginger, who only cried out "Hey!" He took his victory though. She thought he was funny. "No, it's fine. It's kinda cute." She admitted sheepishly. "I guess you would have to meet these two idiots at some point." Nene grumbled. What, did she not want them to meet this mystery girl? Selfish! "This is Darnell. He burns stuff." She pointed to the brown skinned male, who waved awkwardly. "And this is Pico. He breaks stuff." She pointed at he who stared the girl down so hard, his bleeding nose seemed to mean something else at some point.

"Like his nose?"

"Exactly! Like his nose!" Nene giggled, and Pico glared at her. "I don't break my nose that often!" He growled at her, puffing his cheeks. "You don't seem to be proving that right now." Pico almost tackled her, but paused when the other girl started talking again. "You guys can call me Gigi. I'm in Mr. Lawrence's class." She then introduced herself. God her voice was like lying on a bed of flowers..

"Well it's nice to meet you Gigi! Hope we can hang out and Nene doesn't hog you all to herself." Darnell spoke the last few words through grit teeth, and Nene huffed irritably. She probably would have hogged her all to herself if they were late again.

"Speaking of class, we should get going before we're late. Again." Darnell grabbed Nene by the arm, who cried out in protest, then grabbed Pico's arm. Gigi waved as the two were dragged off, kicking and cursing the shit out of their buddy. Pico wouldn't be done with her..

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They did have a test today.

Pico groaned loudly and slammed his head on his desk at the announcement. Darnell poked his head over, laughing a little at how dramatic he was. "At least it's a test." He tried to reassure him. "Man you know I'm shit at Math." Pico grumbled back, his angry little pout returning for the umpteenth time today.

"Now, now, settle down." Mrs. Fee began to speak, thankfully quieting the class. They were giving Pico a fucking headache. "We have a new student joining our homeroom today."

"Oooooh, hope it's another girl." Darnell nudged Pico's leg with his own. Yeah right, Pico didn't need another girl. That other one has already chosen him.

Is what he would have said if he wasn't looking the new kid dead in the face.

It wasn't a girl, no. It was a boy. His hair was a bright blue, almost nauseating to look at, sure, but his eyes took away from that. He couldn't tell if they had color, from where he was sitting. they were dark, but the confident little smirk on his face spoke for them. His skin was pale, but not as much as Pico's. A comfortable milky white.

He was short as fuck, it almost made him laugh. He pretty much looked like he was nine or something. He could already tell it suits him though.. He had a nice style to him, baggy jeans and a white tee shirt with a red circle with a line through it, messily painted on. Or maybe it was supposed to look like that.

"Beep!" The entire class seemed taken aback when he spoke. "Um.. Can you use.. words?" Mrs. Fee visibly began to sweat nervously. He must have been speaking like this for a while. "Boop bep!" He chirped to her in response, his hands comfortably tucked away in his pockets.

He was.. kinda cute..

"Well, class.. this is uh.. our new student.. I'm sure you'll learn his name.. eventually." Mrs. Fee laughed nervously, rubbing her hands together as the strange boy eagerly made his way to the nearest open seat, hopping up just a small bit to sit down on it. He kicked his legs as he began to pull his supplies out of his backpack. How unlucky for him to be shipped in on a test day. Bah, lucky bastard probably won't have to take it.

"Looks like we got a new freak to add to the codex, huh?" Darnell leaned over and joked lightly. Pico scoffed. "You don't know that, he could be cool.." he mumbled the last part under his breath. "You don't even know him and you're defending him? You must have caught feelings." Nene giggled childishly. "Yo, really? Man, you're lookin' desperate. First the girl from earlier, now him?" Darnell teased him as well, and Pico's face flushed red. "No you ass fuckers!" He seethed quietly.

"Ewwwwwwwww~" His friends cooed to each other, sniggering like little kids, which technically they are, but that's not the point! The point is he's about to bite both of hem!

"Shut the fuck up.." Pico put his head on his desk, covering it with his arms. Later he found out he was right. That little blue haired midget didn't have to take the test since he just got there. Meanwhile he's left to suffer.

Boring test stuff, blah blah, Pico got a C, Darnell and Nene got an easy A, and they tease him, yeah yeah. Once they walk outside those doors he's gonna punch the shit outta both of them.

And he did.

"Ow!! Why didn't you just do it in the classroom!?" Darnell rubbed his arm in front of his locker, and Nene rubbed hers. "Because I didn't feel like getting yelled at again, fuck off." Pico retorted bitterly. He hadn't been able to stop looking at the guy. He watched him walk down the hall, holding his backpack to his chest. He was so cute and small, he wanted to hold him..

Wait.. Where'd he go?

His eyes swept across the crowd for a sign of the little guy. He disappeared. Gone with the wind. What a ninja. "I'll be back." The ginger lightly patted Darnell's arm, and he made a face. "From where??" He called out, but Pico didn't answer. He kept walking, moving down the hall quickly, pushing past other students to get where he needed to.

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There he was, sitting at a picnic table outside. He pulled out a phone to do.. whatever the fuck he was doing. Pico would admit, he's hella interested in this beep boopin' fella.

"Yo, uh.." Pico started, having slowly approached the table. The small boy jumped with a gasp, then turned to look at Pico, his cheeks flushing slightly red in embarrassment. "Woah, didn't mean to scare ya." Pico laughed a little, and the boy pouted. "Beep boop.." He mumbled in response. Pico tilted his head. "That a new language I never heard of?" He asked him. He shook his head.

"Beep bop."

"So you just.. say it just to say it..?"

"Bep!"

"That sounded like "yep" so I'll take that answer."

The strange boy giggled a little. It seemed he was right anyway. "I'm uh.. Pico, by the way. You got a name?"

"Bee!"

"Is.. That another noise or is your name Bee?"

The smaller puffed one of his cheeks in frustration. Well.. Pico could be patient, it's okay. It was still super weird though. "Bee." He said again. "Bee, gotcha. Cute." Pico snurked a bit to himself, and the other's cheeks flushed once more. "Well, we still have class.. uh.. I have History next, you?" Bee nodded. Wow, what a coincidence. "Well come on you dip, we'll be late." He urged him. Bee puffed his cheek again, but gathered his stuff, quickly typing on his little phone before putting it away.

Pico had started walking to the doors again, and turned around to see Bee scurrying after him. He must have been real clumsy or something, more so than Pico. Great, he had another person to laugh at other than himself when they fell.

Pico learned a lot a lot about Bee in History. Funnily enough, they sat by each other It didn't seem like he had any friends, or knew anyone at all. Good thing he met him first. Any other asshole to put their hands on him would have tainted him immediately. Of course Pico would be the best first-friend this kid would have.

Bee wasn't very talkative, but man he was doing everything but the work. It's like he couldn't focus for more than a minute before spacing out again, and by then they've moved to the next slides. Then he would ask to copy off Pico's notes. He respected the hustle, but jeez, not a single page on his own?

The next class he had with him was P.E. This kid was not very athletic.. At all. His shoes managed to be untied half the time, so he couldn't even run around outside if he wanted to. He watched him fall flat on his face twice now. Twice. In the span of five minutes. Pico, Nene, and Darnell met back up P.E, so he was hanging with them under a tree. He couldn't leave the awkward goofball by himself though.

"That's.. kinda sad.." Darnell murmured as he watched the boy fall for the third time ten minutes later. "I'ma go get him." Pico sighed lightly. Nene and Darnell didn't have time to stop him before he jogged over to him. Apparently some of the girls thought it would be funny to laugh at him. Surprisingly, Bee was laughing too. Maybe he didn't know they were laughing at him. "Bee!" The ginger called, and he looked up from the grass.

The girls damn there scattered when they saw Pico. He had a bit of a destructive reputation. His father was proud. "Come on, can I take you to some of my friends? They're cool, I promise." He offered a hand to help him up. "Beep!" Bee thankfully took it. Still with the bobbity bops? They've at least spoken for a whole day at this point. Is this not how romantic comedies work?

Pico led him over to the duo, who watched nervously. They were prepared to laugh if the little dude fell over again. Pico couldn't blame them. He was too.

"Nene, Darnell, this is Bee. He still beeps."

"Beep boop!"

Darnell seemed astonished, probably getting the urge to write down notes or something. "Do you speak english?" Nene asked him awkwardly. She probably didn't want to ask that, knowing full well sometimes people ask her the same shit. Kids were stupid. Bee nodded, and it made her more confused. "You.. Then.. the beeping.." She trailed off, and Bee simply gave her a knowing smirk. He seemed to do that a lot.

"Just call him Bee. Also dude tie your fucking shoes." Pico elbowed the smaller in the arm, going back over to sit by Darnell, who was now watching the boy intensely for his next words. "Skdoo bep.." Bee laughed sheepishly, bending over to do so. That's a new sound. Skdoo. Hah, funny. "Is it like.. your own way to communicate because you don't wanna speak english?" Darnell suddenly asked, which made Bee gasp and shoot up, completely forgetting about his shoes. "Beep! Boop Beep!" He pointed at the brown skinned boy and nodded.

"THAT MAKES EVEN LESS SENSE!" Nene cried out exasperatedly, tugging at her hair in despair. She had a point there. It would make it easier for everyone else if he would just talk in a way they could understand. However, if he didn't want to, he didn't have to. Plus Pico liked the sound it made. It was kinda.. musical.

"Wait, are you holding a microphone? Where did that even come from?" Pico suddenly pointed out. Bee turned around, pushing his hands against his pants and into the back pocket. Those were some.. deep ass pockets. Maybe that's why he wore baggy pants.. To sneak that in there. "You like to sing?" Darnell asked curiously. The boy nodded vigorously. The three seemed to lean to attention, waiting for him to do something.

Bee blinked, but seemed to get the memo after another moment of silence. He gave his little smirk, then cleared his throat. Much to the group's disappointment, what came out weren't words, just more.. unintelligible noises, however that changed when they heard how he sounded. The noises made a little melody together, to the sound of a show they would all watch at three in the morning. It sounded... Good?? Not the best but he was just a kid after all.

"Wow that was really pretty!" Nene gushed lightly, causing Bee to blush a little. He had hella confidence, it was admirable. "You might just become a singer in the future if you keep working at it." Pico sniggered lightly. That must have been a genuine compliment to Bee, since he gently kicked the dirt and looked down with his hands behind his back. "We're gonna need to hear more from you." Nene then demanded. Bee nodded eagerly, and started the next song he had in mind.

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He had sang to them for the rest of P.E. It put Pico to sleep, so he was startled when Bee woke him up. He had looked up to see students retreating back inside, and was urged to follow by his friends.

Just like the day before, Pico, Nene, and Darnell were walking home together. Bee was a rider, meaning his parents or whoever came to pick him up. It was a regular routine, the three stopping by the park, hijacking the playground, and hanging around.

Pico relaxed on his favorite spot near the slide, watching Nene play on the monkey bars, and Darnell sat by him after getting off the swings. "Things are weird." Pico suddenly spoke up, which seemed to startle Darnell. "What do you mean?"

"It feels like something is gonna happen."

"Gee, did I scare you with the warzone talk?"

"No, dumbass!" Pico socked Darnell's shoulder, who lightly laughed at him. "It felt like.. something was following us yesterday."

"Now you're really paranoid." Darnell sucked air through his teeth. "I'm not! I saw something! What if... I mean.. I'm not scared. I can handle anything.." Pico rolled his eyes. He knew he was the shit, no one needed to make him second guess that. "Come on, let's go home before it gets dark again. Someone is afraid of the dark." Darnell called to Nene, a smug look on his face as he looked back to Pico. "Shut the hell up!" Pico huffed loudly, damn there launching himself off the play set. They were gonna tease him about this forever. Whatever, he knew what he saw. He just wasn't scared of it.

Later that night he texted his dads to stay safe, but at the same time protect the city like they always do. His father, of course, sent a kitten gif that said "best son" at the bottom. He laughed quietly under his blanket, but quickly turned off his phone and pretended to be asleep when Clarissa opened their bedroom door, poking her head in. "Night boys." Her voice was gentle, and Pico found himself smiling a little. Yeah. Everything was fine.

#bf x pico #nene pico's school #darnell pico's school #fnf girlfriend #boyfriend fnf #cassandra pico's school #alucard #picos school hanzou

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neon-wisp0831 · 4 years ago

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Healing broken hearts: continued

Chapter four: when I see you again

(This is more on Tai's point of view, figured I'd switch things up a bit)

Tired... Sad... Empty... No amount of words could really explain how I feel these days.. Just really numb... And alone...

I really messed up it doesn't get any worse than what I did... I can't even bring myself to look in the mirror anymore..

Worthless... Pathetic... Idiotic.. Stupid!

Everything that is happened is all because of me...

I was supposed to be a hero.. To be something good to the world... To Y/N ... But no... All I did was ruin them, I ruined what we had, there's no excuse no matter how I look at it..

A soft mew broke the large man out of his thoughts, looking down at his feet from his perch from the couch, he noticed his new acquaintance, a little Kurilian bobtail kitten he had got recently to keep himself company, he picked up the small little guy, giving him a few gentle strokes to his back before lifting him up to give him a small kiss "Hey buddy..." He spoke to the little one, getting up to head to the kitchen, knowing what that cute little mew meant, he looked through one of the cabinets of his home, having it stocked just for his new little house mate.

"There you go.." He set a plate of food, just enough to satisfy the little one's hunger, down onto the kitchen floor, watching with a smile as he ate, but his attention was then caught at the sound of the doorbell to his home, walking over to open the door, he heard two familiar voices on the other side, his smile grew at the sound of his boys, grabbing at the doorknob opening up his home, ready to greet his interns.

He wasn't prepared for this this however...

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My whole body froze when I saw them, the fact they were even here shook me to my core, and it felt as though a hard punch had been waiting for me on the other side, directed towards my heart.

It felt like I was seeing them for the very first time... Like how I did when we first met... How I wanted to see them again... How happy I was when they were finally with me..

And how much I loved them so dearly all this time..

"Tai.." They spoke first, I could see it in their eyes, how hurt they are just looking at me..

That feeling in my chest was starting to be more unbearable by the second, tears were starting to spill from my eyes, it was starting to feel like my office breakdown all over again

"Y/N.. I-" I hardly got a word out before they were already attaching themselves to me, sobs muffled against my body, gripping tight on my tank top as they cried, it was a major relief feeling their arms around me again, so much so that I couldn't resist hugging them back just as tight, the ache in my chest slowly subduing to less pain until all I could really feel was the shaking form of the one person who was able to heal the pain I had felt all this time.

"I'm so sorry Y/N...I'm... I'm sorry I put us into this mess.." Looking up I saw Kirishima and Tamaki, giving a small smile, I beckoned them over to join the hug, they did, eagerly, it was a nice a moment, a moment I'd cherish for as long as I'll live.. Just me, my two boys..

And the person I love most..

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"Here.." You were given a cup of warm tea, giving your thanks to Tai, you soon turned your attention to the little one being entertained by the two older boys, Tamaki had manifested some vines from his fingers, having eaten a salad earlier while in the cafe, and was using them as a make-shift cat toy as Kirishima took video of the cute ordeal, watching the tiny feline swat and bite at the greens with absolute awe in his eyes

You gave a small smile at the sight, feeling Taishiro's figure sit next to you, his hand rubbing your shoulder and turning your attention to him, in his hand he held two of the sweets you had picked out for you all from the cafe, the smile grew as you took the offering, biting into the sweet treat, enjoying the amazing taste. For a shop that just opened up, the pastries were already to die for.

"Wow.. These are amazing Y/N! I might have to stop by during one my patrols" Tai spoke up seeming to enjoy the little gift you and the boys had brought him. You gave a soft laugh at that, leaning back against the couch as you stared at the hero

"Oh is that right? Well maybe I'll have some prepared for you when you do decide to stop by, because God knows it'll take us forever to prepare stuff for you right on the spot" You both shared a laugh at that sentence, before it slowly died down a bit, looking to the side, you both sighed softly, still unable to face each other properly.. The sounds of the boys playing with their new friend being the only noise at the moment

The silence was too much, and you decided to make a bold move by leaning against the man next to you, earning a small flinch from him before he eased into your touch a little bit, wrapping an arm around you, lightly rubbing your shoulder as he rested his head on yours, the feeling of being this close to him again, it was overwhelming, but you loved it, a smile coming to your face then a sigh while the sound of the TV turning on caught your attention, deciding it would be nice to just stay like this a little longer in his hold, you got comfortable on the couch while Kirishima and Tamaki had decided to join you both in watching the highlights of the best hero rescues and villain takedowns played by the afternoon talk show.

It was like that for most of the day, watching shows or movies, eating snacks, playing and thinking of names for the kitten, while talking about how how things are in life while trying to avoid.. Other subjects.

"So fellas how are things at UA? Is Eri doing ok?" Taishiro was the first to make conversation with the two boys over some takoyaki (of course) for lunch

"Oh yeah! She's doing great, check it out!" He mumbled pulling out his phone and flipping through something before landed on a photo and turning his screen to face the small group next to him.

Looking at the photo, Kirishima was looking down at the silver haired horned girl, who looked back up at him, both holding the same pose, fists together, toothy grins, showing off the manly stance with pride

You smiled at the sight, seeing the happy smiles, you couldn't have been happier yourself.

"That's adorable Kirishima, and very manly, you're starting to be more like a big brother figure" Taishiro mumbled, ruffling his hair a little earning a small chuckle from the young boy

"What about you Tamaki? Anything happened with you at UA?"

"Not really.. Things are.. Pretty well I guess.. I-i'm sorry I'm not that i-interesting to talk about.." He started to clam up a little, and you reached over to lightly rub his back "it's alright Tamaki, I don't have anything interesting to talk about either.." You reassured the shy boy, hearing a small chuckle coming from Tai until his phone ramg from his room, excusing himself from living room he headed towards his own, closing the door once he was inside.

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I was able to get to my phone in time before the ringing completely stopped, but due to the rush I didn't really have time to see who was calling, figuring it might have been an emergency of some kind.

"Hello?"

"Hi sweetness~"

That voice... I knew it well.. Too damn well..

"Y-yūwaku?! Why are you calling me now?!"

"Aww Tai.. Come on, can't check up on a friend?~"

Friend? Seriously?? After everything that been happening, all those texts, the flirting, everything that had led up to this, I was no better.. Giving into her that night... Thinking about it now, I feel so stupid, and helpless..

"So here's the thing.. It's been a couple of weeks and.. I was sorta wondering if you're free right now we could grab lunch together! Just the two of us? Maybe... Catch up again?~"

The very thought of the idea, made my heart ache, knowing where this going, I decided to just hang up, throwing my phone onto the bed before sitting down onto the floor, covering my face with both of my hands.

Yūwaku Yokubõ.. Her quirk: Desire... The quirk she was born with made her a temptress.. She gives off a luring aura, making her irresistible to anyone caught by it.

We had been friends since high school, but lost contact soon after.. And just when it seemed like we wouldn't have seen each other again, fate couldn't have done enough to me already..

My phone buzzed, and I turned to look at who was calling, it was her again, I grabbed my phone and declined the call, deciding it would be best to turn it off for now, I fixed up myself, stoning my shaken face with one of more calm and collected, not wanting to worry the boys or Y/N with my troubles.

All I had to do was not let it bother me

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You look over at the two exhausted boys, leaning against one another, eyes slowly closing to give into the temptation of sleep, and watching as the little kitten in Tamaki's arm didn't fail to follow right behind his older brothers

Hearing footsteps you looked up to see Taishiro coming back, taking notice of his now, three boys dozing off

"Well.. It is kinda late.. We should get these guys to bed.. I'll call their teachers and tell them they'll be staying with me.." He mumbled before scratching his head "um.. You uh.. Have their contacts?"

You seemed confused by that question, but answered honestly "Yeah why?"

"Oh my.. My phone died and I can't find my charger at the moment.." He explained as you handed over your phone, letting him use it to call up the school teachers

You turned your attention over towards the young ones, leaning over to brush some hair out of Tamaki's face. Watching a smile grace the shy boy's face

You saw Taishiro coming back from the kitchen, handing your mobile device back to you, with a small "thank you" Before he went over to take Tamaki into his arms, mindful of the tiny feline as he took him to the spare room, deciding to help him out you took Kirishima, following after him to settle the young hero into bed.

You came just in time as Tai was about to come out to get the boy, you both stopped in your tracks, startled by one other's sudden showing, laughimg a little before he took the hardening hero from your arms, settling him onto the spare bed near Tamaki's own, he turned his guest room into one meant for his boys when they stay over, able to get two separate beds for them both so they could sleep comfortably.

Taishiro leaned down to give Kirishima a small kiss to his forehead, smiling before getting up and turning towards you

"So.. I.. Guess you're heading back home then?" He asked, bringing you out of your thoughts

"Oh.. Oh! Right.. I.. I guess I should.." You mumbled looking down, rubbing the back of your neck, looking up at him with a small smile, which he returned

"Will.. Will I see you again?" He asked, rather hopefully at that.

You smiled at him before shaking your head, taking the chance to walk over to him, looking him in the eyes while placing both your hands on his shoulders, his arms came around your waist, pressing his forehead against your own

"You know it's hard to stay away from a great guy like you Taishiro... It's unfair really..."

"No... I was unfair... I was unfair to you.. You didn't deserve that Y/N... I was just.." He gave a small sigh before continuing "I just missed you.. I missed your company, I missed things with us... There's no excuse for what I put us through though... So.. I can't say I'm that great of a guy.."

"It happens Tai... It was in the past... I don't wanna think about that I..." Your arms moved to wrap around him, hiding your face into his chest, he didn't hesitate to hold you closer to him, nuzzling into your head

"I just wanna stay with you..."

"... Do you... Have to go?"

"I don't have work tomorrow.. So.. I guess not.."

"Then... Do you wanna stay?"

You looked up at him, looking into those golden eyes, unable to look away, they seemed to come closer, slowly closing as well as your own before you felt his lips press against your own in a soft kiss, one that didn't really last long, but left you breathless.. Hungry...

Wanting more...

He seemed to have read your mind, pressing his lips against yours in a much more deeper longer kiss, your arms moving back to wrap around his neck, he lifted you into his arms, walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him to leave the boys to rest, running your fingers through his hair as he took you to his room, only pulling away from you to allow much needed air into your lungs, soon enough he opened the door to his bedroom, setting you onto the large bed as he continued to steal away your breath with deep longing kisses, his hands trailing up your figure, sending a shudder through your spine,

You couldn't get enough, and you didn't want him to stop, but he unfortunately did to ask you once more

"Y/N...do you wanna stay with me?"

It didn't seem like he continue any further if you didn't give him an answer. And to be honest.. You already knew what you wanted to say, with or without his addicting affection.

"Yes tai.. There's no where else I'd rather be..." You leaned up to give him one more kiss to his nose

"Than here with you..."

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(So i finally got this chapter done! After what? I don't even remember- but this is by far probably my longest one yet- I'm so sorry for the wait everyone, I hope it was worth it I really tried with this chapter after leaving you guys with nothing, I hope enjoyed this one, chapter five may be the last one, but hey we'll see. Anyways, I've got a ton more ideas on the way, so definitely look forward to those in the future. Till next time though. See ya!)

#fatgum #taishiro toyomitsu #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #fatgum x reader

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imaginapalminthemorning · 5 years ago

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When the chips are down

In which Remus somehow convinces the boys to play strip poker, which devolves into some serious gay panic for Roman.

Pairings: prinxiety, some intrulogical

Warnings: mild nudity? I guess? I mean it’s strip poker what do you expect is gonna happen

“I swear to god Logan and Remus are cheating.”

“Now Virgil, what would make you think that?”

“Because you’ve won six times and Remus is half naked.”

“I assure you those two facts have absolutely nothing in common,” Logan’s face remained as stoic as ever while he dealt out the cards. “Perhaps Remus just likes to lose.”

“Well I don’t doubt that,” Virgil glanced over at the side in question, who sat across the circle, bouncing giddily in place. Black and green clothes lay scattered about his person, and the only things left on his body were his black tights and knee-high boots.

As for the rest of the group, Logan faired the best, missing only his signature tie. Janus was in second place, having taken off his shoes and cape, but otherwise remaining fully clothed. Roman had lost his shoes, sash and coat, leaving him to sit in a white undershirt and black pants. Virgil himself had had to take off his trusty jacket, along with his shoes and watch (which Janus argued, but Logan allowed). They had been playing for a few hours now, and were all nearing the end of their attention spans (Patton, having opted not to play, had wandered off to bed awhile ago, and left the five of them on the floor of the living room).

“All I’m saying is, I think you have a certain incentive to win,” Virgil commented, “seeing as the winner gets to choose who the loser is.”

“Pure coincidence,” Logan’s expression remained unchanged, but a soft blush spread across his cheeks and gave him away. It was no secret that he and Remus had been spending more and more time together, but of course Logan would ever admit to anything serious.

“Speaking of winning, I believe I win this round, fellas,” Janus spoke up as the cards were laid out in the circle.

“How the hell did you get three kings?” Virgil said, incredulous.

“Luck of the draw, my dear,” the snake said with a sly smile, “although I’m afraid it’s turned out rather poorly for you.”

“You son of a...” Virgil’s voice trailed off and he shook his head. He took a moment to look about his person, trying to find the smallest garment to remove.

“Don’t try to worm you’re way out of this one, Virgy,” Remus giggled, “that shirt’s coming off whether you like it or not.”

“Fine,” Virgil replied with an exasperated smile. The others watched as he gracefully lifted the shirt up over his head and off in one smooth motion.

And Roman immediately realized that this was a problem.

See, Roman knew that Virgil was strong. He had once lifted the entire kitchen table and thrown it across the room, in an attempt to kill one of Remus’s more... disturbing creations. He also regularly picked up Logan and carried him to his room, as the logical side would often fall asleep at his desk working long into the night. But Roman had always attributed this ability to Virgil’s role as Anxiety— the very personification of fight-or-flight ought to be quite strong and fast, don’t you think? And under that baggy jacket, Roman had always pictured Virgil to be rather scrawny.

But Virgil was not.

Virgil’s body was toned and sculpted to perfection. His soft, pale skin stretched taught over his broad shoulders, his wide chest, and his perfectly cut abs. His biceps bulged as he lifted his arms over his head to remove the ripped purple shirt that had so perfectly hidden his beautiful torso. Roman could see every muscle pull and relax as he moved with quiet grace. He was a marble sculpture with a black fringe haircut. An edgy masterpiece. An emo Adonis.

And Roman was so incredibly gay.

“You gonna be ok there, Romantico?” Janus jeered at the prince.

“Wh- What?”

Janus teased some more, “Seriously, you’d think you never saw a man take his shirt off before.”

“I don’t— I don’t know what you’re talking about—” Roman stammered.

“It means your gay is showing, broseph,” Remus blurted out, “and I’m bored. I’m calling it a night, boys. Logan, you wanna help me bring all these clothes back to my room?”

Logan’s cheeks flared pink once more, “If you need my assistance.”

“Oh, I do,” Remus replied rather suggestively, and the two sides headed off down the hall.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave,” Janus stated matter-of-factly, and walked off to his own room. Roman realized all too quickly what they had done, and turned to see Virgil staring inquisitively at him. His head was cocked ever so slightly to the left, the way it always did when he was deciding something, and that always sent Roman’s heart into overdrive. Roman barely squeaked out a “goodnight” before gathering his clothes and rushing into his room.

Roman slammed the door behind him and leaned against it, breathing out a long sigh. Why did he have to act so foolish? Why couldn’t he be calm and collected around Virgil? And why couldn’t the others just stay out of it? It was hard enough to hide his feelings without them calling him out on it.

Gathering himself, Roman pushed away from the door and began to get ready for bed. As he did, his mind continually wandered back to the picture of Virgil’s body, like a broken record. Why did he try to hide his feelings? There was nothing wrong with them. But every time he thought about confessing, and how Virgil might react, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. It wasn’t so much the fear of rejection, as it was the fear of change. He very much enjoyed the relationship they had, and didn’t want to risk putting it in danger. Whether Virgil accepted it or not, a confession would change everything, and there would be no going back. And that scared Roman more than even the most ferocious beast he could think of.

Roman was so lost in thought that the knock on the door barely registered on his consciousness. “Come in,” he mumbled as he laid his pajamas out on his bed. It wasn’t until he heard the door shut behind him that he realized there was someone else in the room. He turned and, much to his surprise, found Virgil standing in front of the closed door.

Now, something that you might not know about Virgil, but is rather important to note: Virgil does not like closed doors. There must always be some way for him to escape, some opening for him to run through should some catastrophe arise. He never entered a room with no exit, and he never kept his back to a door or window. Even the door to his room was kept slightly ajar at all times, for easy access. Roman knew this about Virgil, and thus went out of his way to never stand between him and an exit point. So when he saw Virgil standing there, with his back to the door, which he himself had shut tight, Roman was understandably concerned.

“Virgil? Is... everything alright?”

“You left me to clean up the cards by myself,” Virgil spoke in a tone that Roman couldn’t quite read. Was he angry? He didn’t look angry; but then, Roman couldn’t quite read his expression either. It seemed to be a mixture of determination and... what was that... hunger?

“I’m sorry,” Roman said uneasily. Virgil had put his shirt back on, but his jacket was missing. This caused Roman to be even more concerned. Virgil only ever took off his jacket when he was ready for a fight. Roman gulped. What had he done wrong?

“You should be,” Virgil began to advance towards Roman. Roman backed up against the bed and briefly wondered where he had put his sword. But he didn’t want to hurt Virgil; it’s fine. Whatever was about to happen, he could take it.

And then suddenly Virgil’s face was an inch from his, and he realized that look wasn’t hunger at all.

Roman had often wondered what a kiss from Virgil would be like. He had always pictured them close together; perhaps on the couch, having just finished a movie. Virgil would be curled into Roman’s side, and he would look up at Roman with his beautiful brown eyes, and Roman would put a hand against his cheek. He always thought it would be soft, quiet, and still— a gentle touch of the lips, a moment to sit and breathe in each other’s scent, and then a quiet parting as they lean back to look into each other’s eyes once more.

This was nothing like that. In this moment, with Virgil’s lipped pressed firmly on Roman’s, his arms wrapped around the creative side to hold him in place, Roman had never felt so much passion in his life. He all but melted into Virgil’s arms, soaking in his heat, his own hands searching for the body that lay hidden beneath that purple shirt, but remained imprinted in Roman’s mind forever. He could feel Virgil’s heart beating as fast as his own, their breaths matching up in perfect harmony, their hands brushing over each other’s arms and back in an attempt to memorize every curve and groove. Finally, after an eternity crammed into a millisecond, they parted.

“...Wow,” Roman said breathlessly, “That, uh... that is not what I expected.”

“I know,” Virgil laughed softly, and Roman’s heart screamed. It was the sweetest, most genuine sound he had ever heard.

Virgil blushed and looked down at his feet. “I’ve kind of been waiting for you to make the first move. I mean, I kind of assumed you would,” he looked back up and smiled, “but I guess I just got tired of waiting.”

“How did you know—”

“—That you liked me?”

Roman nodded.

Virgil let out another small laugh. “You have a terrible poker face.”

#ts sanders sides #prinxiety #intrulogical #have this silly little fic i wrote #cuz i was bored and time means nothing to me now #also i was like half asleep so sorry if theres typos and shit #madz writes

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marauder-level-chaos · 4 years ago

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A Modern Day Love Story

Here is the request for “Do you believe in soulmates?” and “Take my jacket.” for Outlaw Queen. I wrote a fuck ton of angst earlier so I tried to keep this cute and fluffy. It’s also set in the modern times, without magic and such. Regina’s POV. Soulmate AU where there is a clock on your wrist that starts ticking when you kiss your soulmate and goes back to 00:00:00 when the soulmate dies because who doesn’t love that? I hope you like it. Also y’all feel free to request more from these prompts.

Regina had given up on trying to find love in her life. Five years ago, she met Daniel. The clock on her wrist began ticking when she first locked eyes with him. Then, three years later, she lost him. He died in a car accident and her clock immediately fell back to 00:00:00. Since that day, Regina Mills has given up on love, on happiness. She swears that she can feel the timer on her body fading too. Don’t get me wrong, she is happy for her friends to have found their soulmates, but she doesn’t think that she will have the same luck. Maybe I was never even supposed to have a soulmate, let alone find them.

“Hey Regina,” Emma, her roommate called, “Killian’s invited us for dinner today. He’s got a college friend of his with him. Please don’t say no. Besides, I kinda already told him you’d be there.”

“You what?! Emma! You should have asked….maybe I had plans for tonight.” Emma raised an eyebrow in response.

“You haven’t stepped out of this house in 6 months, babe. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen? You’d get a friend out of this. Plus Killian swears that Robin is totally your type so please just give it a shot?” Emma wasn’t wrong. Regina had holed herself up in her bedroom for a very long time. Emma was her only human interaction. And Killian, Emma’s soulmate. Maybe this is what she needed.

***Time skip to later that night***

Regina had finally convinced herself to go out with Emma. She let her blond roommate style her for the evening. Looking in the mirror now, Regina couldn’t believe that the woman looking back was the same person who she had been staring at day after day. Her poker straight black hair had been brushed out neatly and fell just above her shoulders. Emma had really outdone herself with the beautiful black eyeshadow and a red lipstick to match. The look worked very well with the black pants and white shirt that Regina had put on for the night.

“You know, under the hoodies and the sweatpants, I had forgotten how beautiful you are, Gina.” The black haired woman just smiled at her roommate.

***Time skip to dinner cause i can’t write transitions***

The boys had been waiting for the girls downstairs, by the entrance of their apartment. As usual, Killian was wearing more eyeliner - sorry, guyliner - than both Emma and Regina combined.But the other guy, Robin, seemed to have caught Regina’s attention. There was something about him that was just...different.

“Aye, yes, that’s Robin, luv. Quite a handsome fella, ain’t he? Robin, that’s Regina. Emma’s roommate.” Sometimes (most times) when Killian opens his mouth, Regina wants to punch him. Today was different. As Robin moved closer to gently kiss Regina’s hand, she got a better look at him. His blue eyes complimented his sandy hair. His smile had something so reassuring about it…

“Pleasure to meet you, Regina. You know that this is a ploy to set us up right?” Robin chuckled, and Regina lost a little bit of herself to that laugh. She shrugged in response, and he just laughed a little harder. As they started to walk to dinner, he asked, “Tell me, Regina, do you believe in soulmates?”

“Wow, straight to the point, huh? I don’t know. I do believe Killian and Emma, who have totally ditched us, by the way, are soulmates. But I don’t think there is one for me. Or well, uh, he’s dead anyway.”

“As is mine. One of mine, anyway. I don’t think she was the only one. I think somebody somewhere is waiting for me. Could be you. I hope it’s you…” Now it was Regina’s turn to chuckle.

“I guess that’s one way of looking at it.”

“Besides, just because we may not be soulmates doesn’t mean we can’t have fun. Live life to the fullest, Regina.” He smiled and took her hand. “Wow, you’re freezing! Here, take my jacket.”

As he was wrapping his jacket around her, something inside Regina told her to kiss him. And she wanted to. So she did. She pushed herself against him and slid her hand in his hair. Much to her surprise, he responded. His hands instinctively grabbed her waist as he deepened the kiss. Neither of them wanted to break away, but the need to breathe forced them to pull apart. In that moment, Regina didn’t know if she would find love, or if it would last forever. All she knew was the watch on her wrist had started ticking again.

#outlaw queen #robin hood #regina mills #ouat #once upon a time #requests #fluffy #robin x regina #regina x robin

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bapyess1r · 5 years ago

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Head Over Heels

02. Don’t Look Away

Samira’s POV

I walked through the door and the heat from the amount of people in a small unit smacked me in the face. ‘Fuck, it’s definitely too hot.’ I thought as I shed myself of my leather jacket. “Oi! Four whiskeys. Neat, mate.” Joe told the bartender, tapping his finger on the bar as I looked for my friends. “I t’ink they’re over there, lass.” He said as he gestured towards the dance floor.

“Yo, you’re tall,” I began.

“.....I am.” He said awkwardly.

“Do you see a short light skinned girl with platinum braids anywhere over there?” I asked as the bartender poured out drinks in small glasses paired with a little white napkin.

“Aye. Shmack dab in the middle with that blue haired fella ya came in with.” He said nodding a thanks to the person behind the bar. I grabbed a drink, walking over to the opposite side of the room and standing on the bench in the booth to see for myself so I could talk to them. And sure enough, just as he said, Kelly’s small frame, draped in all white as she whirled around my tall blue haired friend, Jooheon. Dancing next to them were my other friends Maura and Brazil. It was actually Maura who saw me and grabbed everyone’s attention to go over to me. They pushed through in a huddle and I belted out a tipsy little laugh as I lowered myself on the bench, balancing myself on my heels whilst also trying not to spill my drink. Jooheon just about bulldozed through the girls to meet me with the most infectious dimpled smile alive.

“You were gone forever!” Maura said in a concerned voice, her strong accent coming through her drunkenness. She pouted, stroking his silky blue hair. “Poor Honey here almost called out a search party fer ya.” She joked, ruffling his hair into a mess. He blushed and wrinkled his brows.

“I did not…” he quipped . “I just wanted to make sure you were ok…”

I chuckled. “Aww! Thank you for worrying but I’m ok!” I smiled, pinching a squishy cheek. He gave a small smile and pushed his hair back into place. With that, I turned to the girls. “I met a guy and he’s gonna smoke me up on the roof- I’ll be back!” I announced in one breath before quickly trying to scurry away but they all shouted and grabbed me by the wrist to keep me from escaping. Jooheon included. He seemed to disapprove before a word even left my mouth.

“What guy?!” He drunkenly howled, out yelling the girls in the similar expression. I rolled my eyes in annoyance before looking at the girls again.

“His name is Joe. He’s over by the bar. Super tall, tattoos, kinda rough lookin. OH! And he’s got an Irish accent, Maura!” I jabbered.

“Well we are in Ireland…” Kelly noted, sarcastically twirling her blonde braids between her fingers, which I met with a goofy face.

“Oh gee, I totally didn’t know that!” I replied with a laugh.

“So now what are you doing?” Brazil asked, protectively.

“Going on the roof to smoke.” I answered with wide eyes like an obedient child.

“And you’ll be back in 30.”

“But-”

“Thirty minutes and we’re coming to get you.” Maura said.

“But I-”

“THIRTY MINUTES, SAMIRA! No buts.” Kelly interjected with wide eyes and a pointed finger.

I sighed as I stood and sipped my whisky. “Yes mom.” But then, Brazil stopped me short and slipped the glass right out of my hands before I had the chance to down it all. I scoffed in annoyance. “Oh my god- what?!”

“Don’t get drunk. You’re going off with some rando.” She said with a very serious expression and downed it right away. My friends all ‘ooo’d and I scoffed, walking away. Then I felt a strong smack to my ass.

“Go get em bitch! Woo!” Kelly exclaimed with a guilty, red faced grin on her face before the others joined in laughter.

“Y’all are some straight up bullies!” I chuckled and sauntered dramatically back to Joe. He beamed at me, grabbing me by the hand and offering my second drink before sneaking me away to the abandoned upstairs area.

We snuck down a hall and out the back door to a wide open area of gravel and dirt; a field leading to a river beyond that as the moon and stars reflected brightly across it for miles. “Wow…” I whispered, marveling at the sight. “I didn’t know this was back here…”

“Well, you’re not a local, innit?” He chuckled.

“True.” I hummed, following him to the wooden stairs to the upstairs balcony that overlooked the moonlit river. “Wait til you see it bird’s eye.” He gave me a brief nudge. I was cold again immediately and the night air hit my neck and shoulders so I wiggles back into my jacket. When we reached the top we were met with a rusty yellow painted chain with a DO NOT ENTER sign on it.

“Fuck that, mate!” He grinned and we laughed amongst ourselves as he unclipped the chain. “Ladies first.” He said gesturing to the platform. I stepped up to look around and see chairs and tables banished to the top deck as Joe fixed the chain. He quickly stepped around me and grabbed a table and two random chairs from the mass of them before me and set them up. I sat down in the lawn chair with an amused giggle and he pulled the joint stashed behind his ear and lit it before passing it to me. “Oi, I almost forgot the best part!” He exclaimed, going to the opposite side of the deck. I pulled from the joint as I watched him with curiosity. He simply plugged something in, hit a switch, and in bright neon was a little moving stripper and XXX in animated flashing. “Brilliant, right?!” He looked truly proud of his discovery.

“Amazing.” I tried to speak through my ridiculous laugh and he just smiled with the satisfaction of simple entertainment the neon sign provided. He sat in the seat he pulled out for himself as I passed him the joint.

Joe’s POV

The smoke filled my lungs and created that familiar burn in me chest, suddenly relaxing my muscles, and I was just a little less nervous than before. I looked at the sign as one of the X’s flickered for a moment and sighed. “So! We have yet to finish our game, lass!” I said in a matter of fact tone, clasping my hands together. She leaned back into her chair and crossed arms.

“Go on then! Tell me about ‘meself’.” She teased with a cheeky, elysian grin. I took a long drag and stared at her before coming up a few things, taking extra time to admire her looks. She had the chubbiest cheeks…

“Yer the youngest of your siblings, aren’t ya? If you even have siblings- do ya?” I asked at random. She widened her eyes and nodded.

“I do! I have two sisters. I’m the youngest.” She said simply.

“Ay!! Go on now, your turn.” I grinned, passing her the joint. She pulled and held it in for a while, just looking at me, then exhaled, pointing the lit end of the joint in my direction with narrowed eyes.

“You’ve got a kid.” She stated. My heart almost burst out of my chest as my eyes widened in denial.

“Fuck that, mate.” I chuckled. “I haven’t got any children. I’m not worth trying to be someone’s father. Some unlucky lass has to fall for this gorgeous mug first though, innit?” I sarcastically as I gave a halfhearted laugh, thinking of my inability to even get a girlfriend.

“You don’t think you’re attractive?!” She asked me. She seemed truly shocked by that.

“Well, we all think we’re good lookin’ in our own right, don’t we? I just t’ink as a whole that I’m not in the general consensus for being attractive.” I explained simply.

“Nah.” She chided, ashing the tip of the joint just anywhere. I smiled small and my cheeks warmed up a bit.

“I t’ink there’s something wrong wit yer eyes!” I joked, looking into her eyes and she laughed out loud. It was a beautiful laugh; Free, light, and unbothered.

“Your turn!” She said passing the joint back to me.

“Alright let’s see…. You go to Uni.” I declared.

“Wrong.” She said, pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek.

“Oh?”

“Nope. No school.”

“So then why are you all the way out here then?” She took a deep breath and pondered a while before answering.

“Fresh start….”

“That why yer drinkin’ whisky?” I asked.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, I don’t know what it is to you all in the states but around here it’s a forgettin’ drink….tryna forget somethin’?” And then she froze. I’d hit a nerve. She writhed rather uncomfortably in her seat and I knew she didn’t wanna talk about something just yet. And I wasn’t gonna push her. Who was I to do that? “Hey…. we don’t gotta talk about it if you don’t want to…” I told her. She grabbed her glass and chugged half of it in one gulp. Then she shook her head and shimmied. “That’s right, darlin’! Shake off the bad vibes! Don’t let me piss ya off, yeah? I’m just bustin’ yer chops a little!” I reassured her. She forced a small laugh and fixed her hair.

“I am so sorry about that. I just… it’s still fresh and complicated and I’m still not exactly sure how to feel about it all....” She murmured. I pinched her arm gently.

“We all got complications, ain’t we? It’s only human, lass. We can talk about it went you’re ready.” I said somberly, finishing off my first drink and moving on to the next. “Subject change?” I suggested.

“Absolutely.” She said, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Okay! Well, erm…. What do you do for work?” I said. Not too intrusive and definitely no pressure.

“Um…. can’t say just yet… I’m currently unemployed…. but I want to dance. I go to a studio but I don’t get paid and I am….running out of money…... to pay for these sessions. I may have an interview Monday evening though.” She said to me, seeming to carefully choose her words but I respected it.

“Alright. Jobless dancer, I can dig it.” I said raising a glass and sipping it. She gasped and laughed, punching me in the chest and choked a bit. “What?!” I asked with a toothy smile.

“You make it sound so awful when you say it like that!” She said, twittering with giggles.

“Would you prefer Unemployed Entertainer, then?” I joked and she laughed at me.

“That’s not much better!” She said, hitting me again. A few seconds passed and she giggled again. “Ok, so it’s just a little bit better.”

“Aye! See!” I laughed.

We stayed up on the roof all night, looking at the stars, passing the Dutch; and I just blurted out ridiculous mouth diarrhea but she laughed at every word of my banter and equally matched it. It made me feel good. It lasted until we heard a mixture of voices, I peeked over the railing and saw the blue haired fella again but this time with a small, mousy brunette. “Samira?! You out here?!” He shouted. And Samira perked up at the familiar sound of her friends’ voices.

“Samira?! I swear for god, ya better answer me or I’m gonna crack yer neck and ring yer mother!!!” The girl shouted in strong Irish fire. ‘Hmm… not mousy at all.’ I thought, mentally correcting myself. I turned to the wanted lass and chuckled.

“I guess yer mates are lookin fer ya.” I sighed as we neared the end of our last blunt. She exhaled her hit and nodded nonchalantly before standing to acknowledge the two below us.

“The whole pub can hear you, bitch!” She said leaning over the rails.

“I can make it so that the whole town can hear me, bitch, shall I try?” The girl fired back and the guy behind her laughed. I burst into laughter and Samira turned to give me an embarrassed expression.

“I quite like her.” I stated simply as I stood and straightened out my ensemble. With a nervous deep breath, I undid the chain that blocked us off and headed down the stairs behind Samira.

“So yer Joe, heh?” The girl said crossing her arms, the tall Asian boy towering behind her like a bodyguard, giving me the meanest mug. I forced a laugh to calm myself and responded with a smile.

“That I am. Nice to meet ya!” I said loudly.

“Mhmm…..well. I’m Maura,” she said, analyzing my every inch with her narrowed hazel eyes. “and this here hunk o’ man behind me is Jooheon. We called him Honey.”

“Ya alright, Honey?” I grinned as polite as possible. I was met with a grunt and dark eyes.

“Only the girls can call me Honey. It’s Jooheon to you.” He sneered. Immediately, Samira punched him hard as hell causing him to double over in pain, clutching his arm. He furrowed his brows at her as he hissed.

“Stop it!” She exclaimed.

“What?!” He shouted.

“You know god damn well what, bi-”

“Oi! It’s perfectly fine, Samira. All of youse don’t know me from Adam so he’s just protecting ya.” I told her, winking at Jooheon. He seemed to burn up inside but I didn’t care. Too old to deal with some jealous boy and his insecurities.

“Well…. The crew’s a leavin’ so….” I couldn’t hear much after that because Maura turned to whisper to her friend and the only thing I could see was them giggling and Jooheon frowning. “I hope we’ll be seein’ ya again, Joseph.” Maura said, crossing her arms over her chest to shield herself from the suddenly harsh cold. She eyed me for a moment before snapping her fingers in front of Jooheon’s face, signaling him to follow and leave us alone. He stared me down from the moment he stepped away til his hand touched the doorknob. I blew a kiss at him just to be an arsehole and I got the exact irritated reaction I wanted. I laughed as Samira neared me.

“Glad to see you two getting along.” She said with obvious sarcasm.

“Besties already.” I replied. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he fancies ya.”

“Honey? Haha! Nah….nah…. We’re squad. He’s a friend.” she chuckled. The more she thought about it the more unsure she seemed. Not that I was trying to make anything hard for her…. And then it was time. Flirting was never an issue for me. It was just talking. Sealing the deal was a different story. Around this part of the process I’m about as useless as a chocolate kettle.

“So…” she began, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Will I?”

“Will you what?”

“Will I see you again?” She asked hopefully. At that moment I felt a warm comfort.

“I mean of course, darlin’....” I answered in an instant, looking down and shuffling my feet shyly. This girl turned me into a complete melt.

“Cool… I guess I’ll see ya then….” she smiled, turning to walk away. I smiled to myself and then quickly panicked.

“Oi!” I called out and she looked over her shoulder. “Can I get your number?”

“You already have it.” She said gesturing to her lighter that she totally knew I pocketed by accident. Confused, I pulled the lighter from my pocket and turned it over. Sure enough her digits were written across it in permanent marker. I grinned as I watched her walk back into the pub.

“YEAH! FUCKIN’ FUCK YOU, MARK!!” I exclaimed after she left. Then I rounded the pub and left to continue my night in town some more.

Authors Note: I’m sorry it took so long XD setting up stories are hard for me but I hope you’re enjoying it so far! Look forward to the next chapter 🥰

#joe gilgun fanfic #joe gilgun #rudy wade #proinsias cassidy #joseph gilgun

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maealbert · 6 years ago

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I’m Alright // Emily Prentiss

NEW!

Characters: Emily Prentiss x Reader

A/N: This is based on the song, I’m Alright by Jo Dee Messina. One of my childhood songs. But I was listening to it this morning and an idea struck me. Fic is based around season eight, a year after Emily left the BAU (for the second time) to run INTERPOL in London. The reader goes to visit Emily and they chat over a couple beers. Master List

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“Don’t forget to tell her about JJ’s anniversary party.” Garcia says as she chases after you through the airport. “Oh! And--”

“Garcia,” You say turning around to face her, your hands resting on her shoulders. “Just send me a list.”

“Right, right. Gosh, I’m so jealous. I wish I were going to visit her.”

“Oh I’m sorry but who got to go with her when she moved?”

“Okay, not fair.” Garcia pouts making you smile. “You had a broken leg.”

“I still could’ve gone, I just wouldn’t have been able to carry boxes.” You say. “But if I’m gonna make this flight, I have to go.”

“Alright, go.” Garcia huffs.

You smile before giving you a hug. “I’ll make sure to send you pictures.” You say before running off to the terminal to catch the flight.

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Landing in London, you grab a cab to the bar you were supposed to be meeting Emily. Stepping in, you look around the bar while adjusting the strap of your go-bag on your shoulder. “Looking for someone?” One of the bartenders called. You head over to the bar. “I’m looking for an Emily Prentiss.”

“Ahh yes, she told us she had a friend coming by.”

“Okay that doesn’t sound the least bit weird.” You say making the bartender laugh. She sets down her cleaning cloth before motioning for you to follow her to a back stairwell. “Agent Prentiss and her team rent out our rooftop for the summer months. She said to send you up once you got here.”

“Oh, thanks.” You say before running up the steps to the rooftop. Pushing open the metal door, you step out onto the rooftop to see a bunch of people in various spots on the roof chit chatting to each other.

“(Y/N)!” You hear Emily call as she runs over to you. “You made it!” She adds embracing you in a hug. “How was the flight?”

“Uh… Good… Ish..”

Emily snickers as she brings you over to a table. “Beer?” She says handing you one.

“Yes please.” You take it from her hands and crack the top off. “After this week, I need at least five.”

“JJ mentioned you guys had a case.” You nod your head. “I take it it was bad?”

“Oh yeah..” You say before chugging half of the beer down. “I literally felt like I was in horror movie.” You sigh setting the beer on the table. “But how are you doing? I feel like we haven’t spoken in forever.”

“That’s my fault.” Emily says. “I’ve been so busy with work.”

“Hey I get it.” You say giggling. “So how’s Mark?”

“Who?”

You raise an eyebrow at Emily as you cross your arms over your chest. “Don’t play dumb..”

“Did Garcia tell you?”

You nod your head. “AFTER we closed the case that we helped you on and AFTER you were already gone.”

“Gosh, I’m so sorry. I assumed you knew because everyone else did.”

You shake your head. “But it’s cool.” You say picking up your beer again. “No but seriously, how is he? I saw pictures, I want to know how the hell you met someone like him.”

“Is it shocking?”

“Not really.” You says shrugging your shoulders. “I always knew you had a type… Considering…. Well… Chocolate Thunder.”

“What?! No!” Emily exclaims making you laugh. “He’s like a younger brother!”

“By one year!” You laugh. “I’m just joking. I kind of thought you and Hotch would be end game.”

“But he’s with Beth.” Emily says drinking more of her beer.

“Was…” You say taking a swig of your beer. “They broke up about a month after JJ’s wedding.”

“No… How did he take it?”

“Good, I guess. Considering he was the one who called it off.”

“Emily, you didn’t tell us your friend was this hot.” A man says as he walks over.

“I didn’t say she was hot at all.”

“Ouch..” You say making her laugh. “And thanks, my boyfriend thinks so too.”

“Okay you totally left out that detail.” The man says.

“That’s because I didn’t know!” Emily exclaims. “Now who’s the one keeping secrets?”

“So who is he?” The man says pulling a chair over and sitting down.

“You want to know?”

The man extends his hand out to you. “The name is Alfie Windsor. I’m gay. So who is the lucky fella that gets this bod ever night.”

“Uh well..” You glance over at Emily. “Spencer.”

“NO!” Emily shouts. “Spencer?! When did this happen?”

“About six months ago.” You say shrugging your shoulders. “But you’re the only one that knows.”

“You two are hiding it from the team?!”

“Wow, you both like keeping secrets.” Alfie says laughing. “Oh this is too good.”

“How do they not know?” Emily says leaning on the table.

“Well, they know that we’re both in a relationship, they just don’t know who….exactly.” You say.

“I’m so glad I came over here.” Alfie says drinking some of his beer.

“But I didn’t come here to talk about me,” You say shaking your head. “I came here to talk about you.” You say smiling at Emily. “How’s London treating you?”

“Being a year in, it’s been good.” Emily says leaning back in her chair.

“And the weather?”

“Just like DC, except more rain.” Emily says laughing.

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After talking for a couple hours and few more beers, Emily takes you back to her apartment. “When you go back, make sure they all know that I’m doing fine.” Emily says as she sits down on the couch next to you.

“I will make sure they know that, even though I’m sure they already do.”

“I’m sure they do too, but you know how they worry.” Emily says rolling her eyes.

“It’s only because we care.” You say pulling your legs up onto the couch.

“Well I know the boys have been missing me.”

You nod your head. “I thought maybe I could take your place and take them out for breakfast on the weekends when we’re off like you used to. And it worked a couple times but Henry just refused to go because it wasn’t the same. Michael didn’t care who took him as long as he got his triple chocolate milkshake.”

“Aww,” Emily giggles. “That’s all he ever wanted when we went out for breakfast.” You laugh nodding your head. “But when you get back, give them a kiss for me, will ya? I miss seeing them. Facetime just isn’t the same.”

“I’ll definitely do that.”

“And don’t be a stranger.” Emily says pushing your shoulder. “Gosh I know we’re both busy but shoot me a text or an email. Something! Sometimes I feel like you’re shutting me out.”

“Noo..” You say shaking your head. “You’re not the only one I’ve been distancing myself from…”

“What’s been going on?”

“Just a lot… Between the cases we’ve had, and uh… Maeve…”

“Maeve?” Emily says furrowing her eyebrows. “Who’s Maeve?”

You take in a deep breath. “Spencer...he uh… He started seeing her when he was having those headaches. She was studying them, trying to figure out what was happening….”

“Wait.. He isn’t..”

“He had feelings for her… While we were together. No one knows we’re dating so everyone really thought he was in love her and when she was murdered….in front of him….everything changed… I guess we’re still together but it doesn’t feel...right…” You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know… It’s different now..”

“But you looked so happy while talking about him earlier.”

“Because he does make me happy!” You exclaims. “But all he thinks about it is Maeve.”

“He’s grieving, you have to give him time.”

“I know! But it’s just…” You sigh in frustration. “Look, I didn’t come here to talk about my problems with Spencer. I came here to see you.”

“Well we already talked about me. Everything about me.” Emily says moving closer to you. “Now it’s all about you.”

tag list: @nomajdetective @literallyreid @idkbutspencer @literallyprentissstwin @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @cynbx @tenaciousarcadeexpert @rawritsmolly @dontshootmespence @princesswagger15 @drspencerreider @illegalcerebral @marvelfanlife @rt8815 @punkpenguin2019 @extremeobsessions101 @spence-imagines

#criminal minds #criminal minds au #emily prentiss x reader #reader insert #emily prentiss #paget brewster

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irepookie · 6 years ago

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Infinity Chapter 4-

Meet The Family (PT.1)

Summary: QUEEN AU where Rog (aka Rowan Queen) is a young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.

Warnings: not really. Just fluff, sappiness and swearwords here and there

Disclaimer: I don't own the pictures. The boys are based on Queen, but Piper, Gina and Callie are mine

John: Rick Lincoln (Cause he is John Richard Deacon born on August 19th 1951™™™™™)

Brian: Terry Garrett (Cause my uncle used to have a black puddle named Terry and I had no choice)

Freddie: Len Mars (Yea I couldn't help myself)

Chapter 4- Row opens up with the boys about the raisin.

“I'm a dad”........

"Okay, let's... let's get over this again: A daughter?" Terry, the band's guitarist couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, Terry. A daughter" Row repeated for the 19th time from the other side of the phone.

"A baby." Len said, taking another sip of his tequila.

"No, a 30 year old alpaca." Row said sarcastically. "Yes, a goddamn baby. Fucking gorgeous, just so you know"

"And you're gonna keep her." Rick, who had been quietly plunking his bass' strings, added. "Are you sure?"

"It's done. I've already kept her. And it's not like I'm rescuing a shelter dog. She's mine. Period."

"Sorry, was just trying to... Wrap my head around it"

To be honest, Row still couldn't quite believe it (that he was a father). Not even now, as he tried to convince his best friends while holding his girl with the other arm.

"And is your mom okay with it?" Terry asked

He scoffed, clutching his Lil raisin close at the thought "My mom has no say in this".

"But she knows" Rick said.

He sighed "Yes, she knows. And she was a bitch about it, okay? She can disown me for all I care". It's not like there was much to inherit, anyway.

There was a general sigh from his three best friends.

"And what are you gonna do?"

" 'bout what?"

"Um, I don't know, man. About School? Maybe about your life in general?"

"School ain't something I'm worrying about".

"What a surprise" Rick rolled his eyes.

"But you're still in the band right?" Len said

"Oh, of course. Of course. You guys are gonna be the only ones keeping me sane"

They chuckled

"But we ain't gonna babysit for you, huh?"

"As if you knew anything about babies"

"Well, the same as you." Terry said

"Just what I was saying: nothing at all" Row grinned

"Her future looks bright, then" Len half teased.

"Incandescent, in fact" Row could pretty much hear Terry's arched eyebrow.

The youngest member could only roll his eyes and try not to take it as an insult. He knew this was a lot to process all of a sudden and that in the inside, beyond the sarcasm and teasing, they were happy for him.

"Whatever, guys" he replied, as Pips began to frown. He sighed, knowing that meant smelly treat was on its way "Gotta go. By the way, she just told me she thinks you guys stink" he grinned, before hanging up.

The other three men exchanged a confused glance, and stayed in silence for a minute, until Len broke it:

"I say he'll go completely nuts in seven days".

"That long? Nah, I think less than 24 hours after they leave the hospital." Terry said

Len smirked "Bet?"

"I'm a bit tight at the moment, pal"

"Then not money. If I win, you'll be my model for the midterm design project. It's 30's fashion. For ladies, of course".

"Ok. But if I win you'll do my chores for a whole weeks."

"A whole week?!"

"Seven days, if you prefer it."

They shook hands "Deal. Rick? Join us?"

"I actually rather believe that they'll be alright" Rick got up and stretched.

"Well of course they will. Eventually. Row always figures things out." T said

"The fun part is to watch him go crazy in the meantime" Len chuckled "Like when he first moved in and left a fork in the plate when first using the microwave"

They laughed, remembering how their friend had called them at 9 PM in panic, screaming the microwave had exploded.

"Let's just hope for the best. I mean he seemed quite sure of himself this time. And who knows, maybe being a dad is the best way to grow up." Rick defended

"Yea, well a bit radical, don't you think?" Len said

"Like sock therapy. If smokers quit when diagnosed with lung cancer, maybe Row settles down now he has a baby"

"I just still don't get why he didn't just put her in adoption" T said

Rick shrugged "Would you if you were in his shoes?"

"Absolutely"

"That's exactly how Row would've answered, say, a week ago. That's what we all answer. Until it really happens. I think it's one of those situations where you can't really picture until you live it."

"But this is Rowan Queen we're talking about. Rowan <<Made out with both Jones Twins at the same party Cause I didn't remember which was which>> Queen. I mean, he does know that a kid is gonna freeze his sex life for indefinite time, right? What the hell was going through his head?" Terry said

"I can't believe you think that." Len interjected "I mean, I'm the one who's never gonna be a dad here, and the one who failed biology, but even I get it. He met her right? Before any decision was made, he met her. Once you meet your kid, you're tangled up forever. And you might think you're not but if you give them away you'll never get rid of a feeling of remorse."

"Wow, Lenny, that was deep"

"Yea, where'd you get that from?"

"Just common sense."

"Funny, considering you're the one who's started the bet" Rick grinned

"One thing doesn't prevent the other. And out of the two of us, I'm the optimistic! He gave him one day, I gave him seven! I trust him"

"Well I'm not sure if I do. I mean, I love him, he's a great guy, a great musician, and everything else, but he's not reliable. Remember his first job as a waiter? I'm still waiting for the fish and chips I ordered last April"

The other two chuckled "I once lent him a t-shirt, and I swear I saw Liz Michael's wearing it" Len said

"See what I mean?"

"Yes, well, we can't do anything about it, T. It's his life"

"But this affects us too, one way or another. This affects the band. And he didn't even consult us"

"Well what did you expect him to do? Call and go <<Hey guys, are you fine with me having a daughter? No? Okay, just checking. Bye>>?" Rick imitated a phone with his hand, doing a decent impression of their friend's high voice.

"A head's up would have been nice"

"Terry, just chill for fucks shake. I mean, this is unexpected, but Row's our best friend, our brother, and we have to support him. Because, if he's a dad, that's makes us her uncle's. And it'll be fun having a little niece we can spoil" Len smiled at the idea.

"Spoil? With what money?" Terry, always realistic, put his hands on his hips

"With the upcoming tour's, of course darlings" he twirled majestically around the room

"First, that's in four months" Rick reminded

"If it does happen at all"

They still had one last song to arrange And record. Plus, they didn't know how Row was gonna make it work now he had a baby. But nobody addressed that concern out loud.

"Oh don't be so goddamn negative, fellas! C'mon! We're uncle's! Row's made a very important, life-changing, mature decision, and we should be proud of him. So" he went to the fridge and returned with three beers "I say we toast for him and the lil Queenie"

The other two grinned and accepted the cans, opening them.

"Oh, I say we Split a fourth beer in his behalf, cause parents shouldn't drink while breastfeeding" Terry mocked, earning a laugh

"To the Queens" Rick raised his can "For our little bro to take this seriously and not fuck this kid up"

"To the Queens" Terry and Len crashed theirs as well.

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Meanwhile, in the hospital...

"Goddamn it, raisin! How can someone so small produce so many colors of something so stinky?" Row exclaimed, holding his breath as he clipped the fresh nappy on his daughter "We only feed you milk! Like... Like white milk! How can you turn a white liquid into rainbow pudding? Holy shit" he held the dirty one at arms length and threw it in the bin "It's a damn good thing I love you, cause I won't do this for anyone else" he told her, lifting her up to his chest again before walking around the room

"You gonna be a good girl for me for the next eighteen years? Huh?" He kissed her chubby cheek "What am I saying? You're my daughter, of course you're gonna be a trouble maker. But we'll get along, you'll see. I ain't gonna be like my parents. Don't worry. I won't be a bloody pain in the ass like mom, and I will never ever do anything my old man did. That I can promise. But I gotta admit I do want you to be like Gina. Yea, she's a control freak sometimes, but let's face it: she's gotta be the strongest person I've ever met. You should've seen her kicking the bastard out the house. She took no shit."

He smiled somewhat proudly at the memory, and for a second forgot how mad he was at her for turning her back on them.

"You wanna be a badass gurl like her? Huh? Yes you do. Yes you do" he cooed, craning his neck so he could brush his nose with her little button one. Her fist chose to close around the nearest strands of blond hair on reach, which he found secretly adorable.

But a part of him did wish he had mom's support. After all, despite the rough patches through his teens, they had always had each other's back; through thick and thin. She had have to raise him all alone, and although he hadn't even begun with Pips, he already knew it hadn't been easy. She may be stern, and a bit inflexible when it came to negotiating allowance. She could come across as rude if you caught her in the wrong mood (which many neighbors had) but above all she was a good person and a good mother.

And looking back, he hadn't been such a great son. He could have been more responsible, less handful and more obedient. Less rebellious, too. He could have thanked her more often for the thousand things she did everyday. For the meals. For all the jobs she had taken to provide for the two of them. For the surprise birthday gift she had got him with the money she had been saving: a real drum kit. For helping him move out her house into that one room crappy appartement which would be Pip's home.

But still she had rejected Piper without a second thought, regardless of her anger towards him; Pips was her granddaughter, she had done nothing wrong and as her father, Row doubted he would ever forgive Gina.

He sighed, untangling the hand of his hair and bringing it to his lips "But you don't have to worry about all that. Just concentrate on staying strong and growing up. And I promise I'll focus all of me on being the best dad. That you'll never miss a mom cause you don't need one. You've got me and I swear I'll be enough. Even if I'm still young: I'll have it all more fresh won't I?" He grinned "You're the one person who's never judged me yet, and I don't wanna let you down"

That a was vow. And he was determined to keep it.

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This one goes to my mega-paragraphist @definitely-darcy who's got my engine going through the usual inspiration blocks, and who's reviews help me improve. She's made me believe in this fic, and encouraged me to keep going despite the one digit notes.

Xx- Pookie

#queen band #roger taylor #single dad! roger taylor #dad roger #brian may #Freddie Mercury #john deacon #queen fic #no smut just fluff #non romantic #Infinity fic #baby prune

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quxntumvandyne · 6 years ago

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Baby Blues (Bucky Barnes x 40’sNurse!Reader)

Pre-Captain America TFA

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: intense fluff

Requested: yes by my lovely wife @galaxy-parker

Summary: Back in the ‘40s, you’re an Army nurse and one of the patients just happens to be the oh so famous Bucky Barnes. You knew he had a way with ladies, but what if you took the reins for a day?

A/N: okay I’ve had this ask for a bit AND I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE IT BUT ILY AND BUCKY THANK YOU DEAR WIFEY

MASTERLIST

“Wow.”

You were in the middle of finishing your most recent patient’s paperwork when you heard a man, who seemed not much older than you, speak quietly on a table near your station. You looked up at him from the nurse’s station and immediately made eye contact with the scruffy man with an obviously broken wrist, some scrapes, bruises, and a black eye.

As soon as you made eye contact, a shiver went down your spine and goosebumps spread across every inch of your frame. You could feel the blush rising in your cheeks solely because of the way he was staring at you and every attempt at composing yourself was a true failure.

There was no denying that he was incredibly cute. But of course, he became your responsibility as soon as he came in, being placed in your area for inspection and treatment.

You walk over to the man, with his jaw hanging open and used his obvious attraction to you to your advantage. Why not have a little fun at work today, especially with a handsome fella like him? you thought.

“Oh goodness, poor baby can’t keep his mouth shut can he?” You tease, closing his mouth back together for him.

You wink at him, before gently lifting his wrist up to get a better look at the break. He winced slightly, with guilt rising in your chest for hurting him more but you pushed that aside. He seemed to have been in a fight of some sort, either wise he wouldn’t have scrapes or a black eye to accompany the broken wrist.

You convinced yourself you wouldn’t let his looks get in the way of you doing your job, but boy was he giving you a run for your money and he had only said one word.

“Well why should I when I got the most stunning girl in Brooklyn I ever seen right in front of me?” he smirked. There was not a doubt in your mind that he was flirting harder than you’d ever seen any man flirt right now, but he seemed to be pulling it off without seeming desperate.

“Can’t be catching flies now can ya? Wouldn’t want anything else to happen to ya, you’re already in bad shape,” you reply, looking at his cuts.

“I would’ve fought that punk sooner if it meant getting to sit in front of those baby blues.” He said, referring to your eyes. “Ya know, those scrubs really make em pop, don’t they? I’d love to see what else you got in that closet of yours.”

“Oh, nothing special, especially nothing you’d want to see. Now, I’ll start treating those cuts on your legs and arms because you got some nasty ones and we’ll save that arm for last okay?” you reply, ignoring his comment about your clothing choices.

He smiles back at you, showing off his straight & perfect white teeth. “Whatever you say, sweetheart. As long as I get to stare at this face the whole time, I won’t feel a thing.”

“Oh hush.” You walk off to get supplies to clean his cuts, feeling his eyes watch you as you walk off until your out of sight.

“OUCH! Goodness gracious, sugar you’re killing me.”

“You won’t feel a thing, huh?” You mock him as a small pink blush rises on his cheeks at your comment. He tries to play it off, but you know what you saw. You finished bandaging the last cut right on the same wrist he broke and began to pack up supplies from bandaging his cuts and get some extra help to put his wrist back in place. Thankfully for you and him, it looked like a clean snap so placing it back and wrapping it up shouldn’t be as bad as it could.

“Hey hun, I didn’t catch your name? Can’t leave until at least finding out that this gorgeous doll as a name that’s just as beautiful as the rest of her,” he says, gesturing to you as a whole.

You weren’t quite sure what he saw in you, your baby blue scrub shirt and skirt, your hair pulled up into your nurse hat and some white shoes. Surely your hair was a mess from working all day so far and no doubt your clothes were in tangles from trying to keep this guy under control, but you were wondering even more whether or not you should tell him your name. You both have been flirting for a while and he seems like a really sweet and outgoing guy, but you were never open in the past to men because of focusing on work. Maybe this is your chance to start finding someone to share life with, you thought.

“Y/N. That’s my actual name but you, sweet thing, can call me Y/N/N.” His eyes widened at your new name for him but before he could say anything else, you headed off to grab more supplies for his wrist.

Oh, you were having way too much fun messing with this poor guy.

Once it was finally time to put his wrist back into place, you could see a bit of fear in the man’s eyes and decided to distract him by asking why exactly he got himself into this mess.

“Oh you know, just watching out for an ol’ buddy of mine. Always getting himself into trouble, even though he’s as scrawny as they come. He’s got a good heart but doesn’t always think before he acts.”

“Seems like a nice guy?” You attempt to continue the conversation while preparing both him and yourself to snap it back in place.

“Yeah, he’s nice and sweet but can’t seem to find himself a girl. I’m actually having the same problem myself currently, can’t find anybody who I find either interesting or fun to be around. What do you think sugar, could you help me oOOOOOUUUUUUCCCCHHHH!!!”

The young man shrieked loudly in your ear as you snapped the bone back in place quickly, successfully distracting him long enough to do so without his attention on his arm.

He sighed in relief after his shock wore off, obviously feeling much better but still in some pain, no doubt from other injuries. You wrapped his arm up in a sling and got him so fresh clothes, since his robes were now dirty and his clothes from before had so many rips, they were basically in shreds.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye, Y/N/N.” He grabbed your right hand in his left and gave the softest and warm kiss to the back of your hand, you could almost imagine what they would feel like on your own. Relationships had never been a focus in the past but the more time you spent with him flirting and talking today, the more you saw yourself spending more time with him.

“I guess so. I never actually got your name either, sir,” you say, realizing you never actually asked him.

He gasped, letting go of your hand to holding his own to his chest, your palm already feeling colder.

“All this time we’ve spent together and you don’t even know my name? Doll, I am truly hurt by this news, and we both know that I’ve been hurt many times over today.”

You smiled at him, the first time you had smiled in his presence since you first met him and he smiled right back at you, his eyes never leaving yours. And you were okay with it.

“James Buchanan Barnes, love. Most people call me Bucky but you, sweetheart, can call me James.”

“What an honor it is to meet you, James.” He stepped closer to you, bent down and whispered in your ear; “The pleasure is all mine, Y/N.”

He looked down at you, smirked at the sight of your obviously flushed face and softly kissed your cheek. You blushed even harder when he pulled away, feeling his lips so close to you that you almost melted right into your shoes. Man, he is one hell of a fella.

“So Mr. Barnes, is there anything else I can do for you today?”

“Well, more like I can do something for you Y/N. How about I take you out next Friday night for a nice dinner and a short walk?” He waited for a response, with a small sense of fear in his gut, knowing you could easily refuse his question.

“Can’t pass up on another opportunity to this pretty face, can I?” you say, with a wave of shock rolling over his scruffy facial features quickly, but turning into a grin, before you walk straight past him, giving him a small wave and making him wait to talk to you once again until next week.

Little did you know, as soon as you were out of sight, he walked outside feeling better than ever and couldn’t get you outta his head. Later on that week, he would show up to the hospital two more times before the date to say hello because he just couldn’t get you off his mind.

And the feeling was mutual.

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selkie-elf · 6 years ago

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Ring

Read the whole fic in AO3

This is the third chapter in my Taaktiz selkie fic “Song Of The Sea”. Find the warnings in AO3

“I’m sorry. I don’t think I understand. You already know who I am, I introduced myself yesterday, didn’t I ?” Kravitz asked, letting his fur fall all the way down. Before he could even notice Taako’s raising blush, he quickly settled the head of the seal on his lap. It might have been a while, but he remembered well how land creatures reacted to nudity.

“Yeah yeah I know your name and you know mine, but like… what are you? Are you like fairy folk or something. Why… why did you came here? Are you here to drown me?” Taako gulped down the lump in his throat and faced Kravitz again. He wasn’t even sure what he was feeling. Fear? Comfort? This was just too absurd. Kravitz giggled a bit, seemingly amused by Taako’s blushed face.

“ If I wanted you to drown, I had a perfect chance yesterday. Your mother never told you about selkies?” Kravitz asked, settling his hands on to his lap. Taako’s ear flinched at the word, but his expression didn’t change. “Not really. Me and momma didn’t really get along to be honest” Taako sighed. Kravitz noticed how the elves tail started to draw slow circles around. “But it seems you are familiar with the story?” “ My brother-in-law told me a bit. Beautiful people who can turn into seals,right?” Taako said and threw a fishbone to the waters below. Kravitz almost jumped after it, before realizing that he would only make himself look like a fool.

“Yeah. That’s like the basics” Kravitz said, nudging himself a bit closer to Taako, when he noticed that the elf had taken another fish from the basket and started to gut it.

“ So, what does mister “in reality I’m a greedy seal who likes to hang around near dangerous fishing nets” does on my deck? Are here just to beg for free fish?” Taako raised an eyebrow and threw a fish to Kravitz. Even in his human form the selkie still catched the fish with his mouth. Taako let out a small laugh when the man grabbed the fish like puppy would grab a ball his owner had just thrown at him. He took a gently bite of the raw fish. It seemed that even in his human form, his teeth were still the same sharp teeths of his other form.

“ I should ask that question from you. Like I’m pretty sure that you didn’t just call me to offer me free fish, though I’m not complaining” Kravitz smiled and took another bite. Taako could hear the sickening crunch of small bones as Kravitz continued with his meal. “And what do you mean by that? I think you can drop the “oh I’m a magical creature, wow at my presence”-act. I’d just like some answers” Taako groaned, feeling the blood drip down his hands. “ You cried seven tears in to sea. You called me and… it’s my duty to answer a call” there was a sense of hesitation in Kravitz’s voice. “And then you almost drowned and of course I had to help you but I know that wasn’t the only thing I need to do” “ So, you are here to help? With what?” Taako asked. Kravitz’s shoulders tensed up a bit. “ Well. I don’t know…” “ That’s okay. I don’t mind you hanging out near our deck, but please be careful. Sazed has nets all around, it would be a shame to find you one one day, all tangled up and drowned” Taako said calmly, concentrating on the fish.

Kravitz felt lost. Taako just sat quietly splashing his toes in the water, not even looking at him. An awkward silence rain over the two men as they just stared at the black water below them.

“So you have a husband?” Kravitz broke the silence. “Yeah. For a while now” Taako answered. “Was he the one that came look for you last night?” “Yeah. That’s Sazed”

“ Are you happy?”

Taako’s hands stopped. Kravitz gathered his fur around his hands, ready to jump to the sea. The knife in Taako’s hand looked sharp, making the scar on his back ache with a bad memory.

“I think. I’m not sure. I… we at least were happy” Taako dropped the knife by his side. The wedding ring on his finger was stained. He had not bothered to take it off for so long. Taako knew that if he took it off, he would see the beautiful carving of their wedding day and Sazed’s name inside the ring.

***

Their wedding had been nice and small. Not that many people had even been invited. Magnus with his wife, Barry, and even a rare sight, a Taako’s relative, Aunt Orchid with her two children had arrived to the wedding. The children had trouble staying in their seats while aunt Orchid had just watched the ceremony, not once putting out her pipe. In the end, most of the seats had been taken by Sazed’s friends. But Taako hadn’t mind it. It was still positive attention. And that surely was what he had needed. Sazed’s friends had cheered and clapped as the newlyweds had read the vows to each other in front of the priest. Sazed had looked handsome in his black suit, and for once in his life he had combed his hair. Taako had felt beautiful in his white dress, with a crown made of lupines on his hair. A much wanted change for the black skirt he had worn for the last couple of months.

“I do”, Taako had said. And he had not lied. That moment, Taako had truly believed that he would love Sazed forever. And when Sazed had leaned closer to kiss him, Taako had truly felt loved. They had made a promise to each other to stand by their side. Taako loved him. Taako loved him so much. He had already helped him through so much, and when Sazed had dropped to the his knee and promised to buy him a house on top of the hill, he had no other option than to say yes. He didn’t want to say anything else than “Yes”

Magnus had cried through the ceremony, sobbing uncontrollably with Julia patting him on the back. Taako was happy to see a small smile on Barry’s face when he had wiped away the corner of his eyes as he silently clapped. The children had been more interested in the table full of goodies that was waiting for the wedding guests.

Food had been, of course, Taako’s own cooking, and amazing as ever. Magnus and Julia had asked if Taako would be willing to do catering to their wedding as well and Taako had happily accepted offer.

Aunt Orchid had proceeded to complain about their choice of priest. A dirty, hippie looking fella with mud under his fingernails in her opinion was not a fitting choice for such a ceremony. Even when Taako had tried to explain that mister Highchurch was their friend and he much rather had his marriage blessed by a friend than a stranger Orchid had just turned her nose up and muttered something how she was not surprised that others of their family had not shown up. Taako really had wanted to shout something mean about hoping that none of them had shown up, but Sazed had asked him to dance.

While they had danced their wedding waltz, Barry had disappeared somewhere. Taako didn’t even realize it at first. His head was already spinning so much from the dancing and the alcohol, that one guest missing had hardly even passed his thoughts. Only when the others had joined the dance floor, giving Taako a good moment to rest his feet for a moment, had he noticed his brother in law missing. Magnus was too busy being spun in the air by Julia and Merle was in middle of a conversation with Orchid, which neither of them really seemed to enjoy. Taako looked around for awhile, before seeing the similar silhouette sitting in the shore.

“What the fuck are you doing now Barold?” Taako whispered to himself before starting to walk towards him. Taako knew that Barry wasn’t the biggest fan of big social gatherings, maybe he had just needed a breather? A small voice in Taako’s head however suggested a much worse scenario.

“How’s it going? Wanna go dancing?” Taako smiled. He would have sat next to Barry but he had not wanted his beautiful dress to get dirty.

“Oh Taako. Sorry. I just needed some time. I’ll be back soon”, Barry muttered. Taako sighed and patted Barry on the back.

“If you want to go to take a nap, there is a bed in the guestroom. You’ve drank quite a lot Barold” he said. Barry’s shoulders quietly trembled under his hands and his hand was holding his necklace close to his heart.

“ Do… do you think if I had proposed she would have said yes?” Barry whimpered, staring at his feet, avoiding Taako as much as he could.

“I’m sure she would have carried you down the aisle immediately”, Taako answered. He tried to keep his voice nice and even. This was his day. Last two ceremonies that he had attended had been in honor of his sister. They had been ceremonies to cry about her. This was supposed to be his day. His day to be happy.

“ She would have looked beautiful”, Barry sighed. Taako nodded. Yeah sure they had had plans. A double wedding. Both Taako and her throwing their bouquets at the same time. They would have celebrated and been so loud that their happiness could be heard all the way from mainland. They would have so happy.

So what? Plans had changed. Taako still wanted to be happy.

“Okay Barry. You know what? Sit here as long as you want. Come back when you are not making me sad anymore” Taako said dismissively and started to walk away, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes.

“Taako, I didn’t mean…”

“Well then what the hell was your objective!? I’ve spent last half a year wallowing in my sorrow. Yes she is fucking gone and you were to much of a coward to ask her to marry you. That’s not my fault! Fucking let me be happy!” Taako’s hand fisted on his wedding dress as he tried to calm his breath.

“ Do you really think Lup would had wanted us to cry about her death on my wedding day? This is my fucking day. Don’t ruin it for me!”

***

“Taako?”

Taako flinched under the sudden touch. His fingers were still wrapped around the wedding ring, tear flowing slowly from his eyes.

“Oh my gods, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to. I- I shouldn’t have asked! It’s just that usually when people call for selkies, they... “ Kravitz started to ramble, clumsily wiping Taako’s face with the back of his hand. Taako’s hands grabbed the selkie’s wrist gently. A small smile crept on to Taako’s face as he placed one Kravitz’s hands on his own cheek.

“It’s okay. It’s just..it’s been awhile since I have thought about that day” Taako sniffed. “I’m sorry Taako, I didn’t want you to feel bad” Kravitz whispered, leaning just an inch closer. “ It’s okay. But going back to your original question...I’m not sure. I can tell you the day I fell in love with him. I could tell you how much I did love him. It’s much more harder to pinpoint the day that I...didn’t anymore.” Now Taako found Kravitz’s hands gently combing his hair. It was something that Sazed had done a lot after Lup’s death. A familiar feeling of comfort and safeness.

“Taako?” Kravitz asked carefully, when the elves breaths had started to become steadier again. The elves grip on his wrist had started to ease, before he finally dropped his hands by his sides. “ Taako. I want you to know that… I’m here to help. I don’t know how to, yet...but I’ll be here” Kravitz’s voice was calm and gentle. Sincere. Taako wanted to believe him. “Okay” Taako sniffed, leaning his head to Kravitz’s bare chest. He could hear Kravitz’s pulse starting to raise, as the selkie’s hands wrapped around his back. “I’ll have to go soon. Is it okay if I visit in the evening?” Kravitz asked, drawing slow circles on Taako’s back. “No, Sazed will be home. He is leaving tomorrow morning. He wants us to spent the evening together” Taako muttered. Kravitz nodded lifting Taako’s chin up with his thumb and index finger. “ Would the night be okay then?” he asked. Taako smiled, bit unsure “ I think that I can make up a lie to excuse myself for a nightly walk. I’ll bring the storm lantern. If Sazed wants to come with me, I won’t bring the lantern ” Taako explained, nudging himself from Kravitz’s embrace. “I’ll keep that in mind” Kravitz said, gathering his fur around his body again. “But you’ll come back, promise? I still want to know more about mister sharp teeth” Taako asked, reaching for the knife again. He knew that any minute, Sazed could come back home, and he still had a lot to do. Kravitz nodded, almost bowing his head to Taako. “I promise”

Kravitz pulled the hood of his fur over his head. Taako watched in awe as the seals eyes, that had been empty just a second ago, were now filled with the golden glimmer. And in a loud splash, he was gone.

#taz #the adventure zone #taako #kravitz #fanfic #selkies #taakitz #barry bluejeans #magnus burnsides #merle highchurch #sazed

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chimchimchoo · 6 years ago

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Fly Me to the Moon :: Ch 1

Genre: Pure fluff crack

Word Count: 2,510

Pair: Yoongi x Jimin

Collaborated with @tayvengeance

Chapter: 1

"CHEER UP THIS SAD, EMO BOY!"

02-222-3333

Jimin stared at the note on the bathroom wall for a solid 5 minutes before he pulled out his phone and typed in the number.

authors note: we do not own any of the pictures, for better formatting so it’s more comfortable to read, check it out on AO3! AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14944508/chapters/34626863 Twitters: Tae’s Sujin’s <3 - Tae & sujin

Chat with Mochi_Moves

2015.11.15

14:00

Mochi_Moves:

Will this make you feel happier?

SUGA:

What the fuck

Who is this?

Mochi_Moves:

That doesn’t matter. Did the picture make you laugh? c:

SUGA:

No what the fuck

I think you have the wrong #

Mochi_Moves:

Aw :c

No, I just found this number and wanted to make you a happy emo boy!

SUGA:

Wait, who are you

How do you know I’m emo

Also it’s not emo

It’s grunge

Fuck you

Mochi_Moves:

But..I’m not supposed to tell strangers my name :c

Just call me Mochi

I’ll be your anonymous friend c:

Why are you a sad grunge boy?

SUGA:

Life is a bitch

That’s why.

Mochi_Moves:

Ohmygod, this poor soul

Who hurt you??????

SUGA:

Like i’m gonna tell a stranger my life story

Mochi_Moves:

But didn’t you know?

It’s easier to tell strangers

Come on c: c: c:

SUGA:

Add another smile to that and I just might strangle you

I’m kidding

But not really

Mochi_Moves:

SUGA:

Now that’s a relatable emotion

Mochi_Moves:

Okay alright

I won’t pressure you

You can tell me tomorrow c:

Instead tell me something happy about yourself!

SUGA:

I have mint hair.

I guess that’s happy?

Idk

Coloured hair makes me happier

Mochi_Moves:

Mint???? Wow!

I’ve never seen anyone with mint hair

That must look so cool *.*

SEND ME A PICTURE

SUGA:

No, what if you’re a predator

I’ve watched Catfish

I know how this shit goes

Mochi_Moves:

But I’m not! Just the hair

Pleeeaaassseee?

SUGA:

Only if you tell me who you are

Mochi_Moves:

How do I know you’re not a predator either?

Maybe you’re the bathroom janitor for all I know

SUGA:

YOU’RE THE ONE WHO KNEW I WAS AN

EMO BOY

YOU MESSAGED ME FIRST

Mochi_Moves:

I just found it in the bathroom and wanted to

cheer up a sad grunge emo boy

SUGA:

Goddammit Hoseok.

He fucking put my number on the

stall wall again, didn’t he

I’m gonna fight him

Last time he did this, I got calls

nonstop

Mochi_Moves:

Hoseok?

JUNG HOSEOK??????

SUGA:

for a week.

Holy shit.

You know my arch nemesis?

Mochi_Moves:

Yeah! I dance with him!

He’s a great friend

Annoying sometimes…

BUt wonderful c:

SUGA:

Holy shit

You’re that Jimin kid he always

talks about

The revered dancer

“God, Yoongi you should see him. The way he moves his body is

the closest humans will get to magic.”

Mochi_Moves:

He really said something like that?? Wow, he’s really pushing it

Hah..

But you exposed yourself,

Nice to meet you Min Yoongi c:

SUGA:

That’s Yoongi HYUNG to you

Well, since I know you’re not going to prey on my gay ass

Mochi_Moves:

Ah, well

Two gay boys can be friends

So don’t worry

I won’t be a gay predator

SUGA:

Fellas,

Is it gay to have gay friends

Mochi_Moves:

Let’s try it and see if it’ll answer your question!

SUGA:

Well, I showed my face.

Your turn, punk.

Mochi_Moves:

I’m not a punk :c

According to Hoseok

I’m a soft mochi

SUGA:

Is that that Taehyung kid

He’s in my art class

I swear to GOD

Loudass motherfucker

But I guess he makes me laugh

Mochi_Moves:

BITCHDV

WATCH WOT U SAY BOU

M E

I KNOW WHE REY

YOU SIT

SUGA:

Holy shit he’s been reading over

your shoulder?

Hey kid, you’re wild. I admire it.

Especially when you got the fire alarm to go off

in the middle of free painting the other day.

Idk how you did it. You didn’t even leave your

seat.

Mochi_Moves:

I hav my ways ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Next time i jasdskjf

Sdfgk

Sorry! Taehyung took my phone

When I left the room

But yes it’s the one and only

We’re roommates

SUGA:

I see. So no hanging at your place.

Haha

I’m just kidding

Not really

But yeah

Mochi_Moves:

Oh, so you do want to

come over sometime then?

Is that what you’re saying?

c: c: c:

SUGA:

I thought we had bonded over being

Hobi’s friend

I thought WE were gay pals

Without it being gay

Mochi_Moves:

Ah, you’re right!

I thought maybe

You already went onto the next base

Im so glad it didn’t turn out like that

My best gay pal c:

Second to Taehyung of course

SUGA:

I mean, you are a handsome fella

But

I don’t uh, date, really.

Mochi_Moves:

Ahhhh, does your love life

have to do with you being a sad emo grunge boy?

A tragic backstory?

SUGA:

A tale for another time.

(like far beyond this time)

Hahaha

Mochi_Moves:

So like

tomorrow?

SUGA:

Someone’s persistent

Why do you wanna know so bad?

Gonna try to fix the depressed grunge boy?

Mochi_Moves:

You’re just an interesting person

Min yoongi

I’ll figure you out c:

SUGA:

That’s hyung to you, brat.

Chat with Mochi_Moves

2015.11.16

02:30

Mochi_Moves:

Did this cheer you up?

He had too much soju last night

SUGA:

You all drank without me

What the fuck

Mochi_Moves:

I’m sorry :c

I’ll invite you next time!

It was a night out for the dance team

But it can just be us the next time

And I’ll bring taehyung

And hoseok

You don’t want to be around the dance team

When they’re drunk

Trust me

SUGA:

I’ll take your word for it.

Mochi_Moves:

But did it cheer you up????

SUGA:

How can I not laugh at his dumb face

Mochi_Moves:

Just don’t tell him

He’ll make me do push ups for days

if he finds out I have this

considering he blacked out

and doesn't remember a thing

heh

SUGA:

I told him you found my number yesterday

He screamed

Then he sent me this:

And asked how gay I was for you

Mochi_Moves:

DELETE THIS NOW

!!!!

SUGA:

No. it brings me joy.

Mochi_Moves:

Yoongi

Whyy

SUGA:

Hey, haven’t you been trying to make me

happy?

It worked.

Mochi_Moves:

That’s true..

My pain is your happiness

c’:

SUGA:

But I told him I wasn’t gay for you

AND THEN

He sent me this:

And said “how about now?”

I just need to know, what was the

occasion?

Mochi_Moves:

Why does hyung still have this

I swear

I’m going to go talk to this..

Brb

He’s in the other room

SUGA:

Tell him I said thank you for our new

Kakao chat background pic

Mochi_Moves:

YOU DIDNT

MIN YOONGI

TELL ME YOU

DIDNT

SUGA:

Mochi_Moves:

That’s..heh

I don’t know what to say to that

Asdfhjkl

That was a performance I did a few years back

For a dance competition

Hoseok hyung begged

I didn’t want to

But i did anyway, it’s hyung

I can’t say no to him

I retired the exposed chest look

So don’t expect another one

Ever

SUGA:

Not to sound gay or anything

But

You have a nice body.

Good job.

Mochi_Moves:

What about you Mint Yoongi?

What do you do?

SUGA:

Write/compose/play music

A lil art here n there

I’m skilled on the piano.

And I have some beats on soundcloud

Mochi_Moves:

Wow! I love a good artist c:

Have you released anything to music companies??

SUGA:

Uh...

Kinda?

Mochi_Moves:

You must be famous! Can I hear some of your work??

SUGA:

I’m about as famous as you.

https://soundcloud.com/bangtan/agustd103

There you go, I guess.

Mochi_Moves:

It sounds amazing!

You’re so talented

One day you could compose a song

For one of my shows???

How cool would that be?!

SUGA:

Woah, take me to dinner first

Mochi_Moves:

So are you asking for a date??

Mint Yoongi

We haven’t even met formally yet…

So fast..

SUGA:

You were the one talking about intimacies

Composing a song for someone is as

intimate as fucking them.

Mochi_Moves:

Alright alright

Just gay best pals

Who’ve never met

SUGA:

Well are you insinuating that we should get up

get out and go meet somewhere?

Mochi_Moves:

That would be a good start

Besides

Hoseoks been wanting me to meet you for forever now

I just never had the time

Let’s do it for the sake of this poor hyung

SUGA:

It’s a monday morning.

I don’t have class.

We’re getting coffee.

Also

Why is Hobi hyung but you REFUSE TO

CALL ME HYUNG

Mochi_Moves:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Meet me at the campus cafe at 10?

SUGA:

Yeah. Sounds good.

Chat With Mochi_Moves

2015.11.25

13:00

SUGA:

Hey

Heyyy

Heyyyyyyy

Jimin

Min

Mochi_Moves:

Mint Yoongi?

Hi!

What

What is it?

SUGA:

Did I leave my composition notebook

at your place? I can’t find it

And I’m honestly freaking out

I’m gonna have a panic attack

All my songs are in there

And some stuff I don’t want people

poking around in

Mochi_Moves:

Give me just a second, I’m walking back to my room

I’m almost there

SUGA:

Fuckkkkk

Okay

It’s okay

Mochi_Moves:

Oh goodness

I found it!

I caught Taehyung holding it, but I don’t think he read anything

I’ve never lurched at him so quickly

Do you want me to drop it off?

SUGA:

Yes <3

That heart was so entirely

A you thing

Mochi_Moves:

Aw c:

You’re sending hearts now

SUGA:

Did it make yours go bangya bangya

Mochi_Moves:

Just a little

SUGA:

That’s fucking gay wow

Mochi_Moves:

I’ll safely return your notebook now!

I’ll guard it with my life

And I won’t read anything

I promise

SUGA:

Jimin

You’re a true hero

I might end up composing that song for

you if you don’t watch out.

Mochi_Moves:

You want to go to the next base already?

wow

I’m impressed

SUGA:

Don’t get your hopes up, sweetie

My emotional capacity is that of a

teaspoon.

Mochi_Moves:

If you triple the recipe, you’ll get a tablespoon

I just gotta triple my love

And your emotional capacity will go up

SUGA:

Which girl group sang that

Bc that’s what you sound like

It’s pretty gay.

Mochi_Moves:

I live with a gay roommate,

I learn a lot of gay things from him

Now open up Mint Yoongi

I’m outside

SUGA:

I would yell @ you for not calling me hyung

But i want my damn notebook.

I’m coming.

Chat With Mochi_Moves

2015.11.27

02:50

Mochi_Moves:

Mint Yoondi

Min

Yonff

Ccd:

SUGA:

Wha

Are you drunk?

Mochi_Moves:

Yeff

Yessd

So muffh soju

Whaff aru yo u ding

SUGA:

Where are you?

Are you safe?

Mochi_Moves:

I jusf go t home

Tae t ae passef out

I wasa bored

And mussed u

SUGA:

You saw me like 7 hours ago

Mochi_Moves:

Oghmygo

Ohmydo

That wascd so lo ng ago

::(

SUGA:

Jimin

You should drink water and go to sleep

Please

For your health

Mochi_Moves:

Im nof tierd

Ill dinrk wahter though

Aru you still u p wrintinh musi

???/

SUGA:

As usual.

Mochi_Moves:

WHAt isi it about this tim e/?

SUGA:

My first love.

Mochi_Moves:

Fird love?

I neve r heARd anything abo ut your love life

Didi somethin rly happen to make u

An emo grunge bo y?

Can you ttell me about it??

SUGA:

Not when you’re drunk.

Ask me when you’re sober.

Mochi_Moves:

Ehehhehfdhe

You sitll won t share about yourself :c

I thoght we were best gay pals

I thoufht we got close enough to talk abuot these kind

Of things

SUGA:

Your hangover is gonna be nasty.

How about

I come over in the morning, bring some fire ramen

And tell you about me.

I just don’t want you to forget the conversation.

Mochi_Moves:

Wooooooooooow

minT yoon gi

The sweetest man

Fire ranen sounds

fantatiiiiiiifc

SUGA:

You bet your ass I’m the sweetest man

I’ll fuck up anyone who says otherwise.

Mochi_Moves:

Sweet as suga r

SUGA:

Damn right i am

Mochi_Moves:

<3/

Chat With The.V.Zone

2015.11.29

15:00

The.V.Zone:

Lstn Yoongz

I saw your notebook

SUGA:

I figured you weren’t above snooping in my shit

Trying to figure me out

Or whatever.

The.V.Zone:

I was nvr a fan of you in the first place

Ill b honest

SUGA:

Understandable.

I used to find you unbearably obnoxious

The.V.Zone

I don’’t kno what my Chim has goin on in his head

But he’s all ovr u these days

And im gttn weird vibes

I dnt feel comfortable with this situation

Bck off a little

Chim is a sensitive soul

I don’t want any1 hurting him

SUGA:

Just curious, but what did you read

The.V.Zone

Smthn abt ur first love

SUGA:

Ah.

That’s uh,

I wrote that about my piano

The.V.Zone

Wut.

SUGA:

Look, my family situation was kinda

It wasn’t great

So I played piano and wrote music

And well

I fell in love with it.

I think it’s the only thing I’ve ever loved.

The.V.Zone:

…

weLL WHY DIDNT U JUST SAY SO

LOOK @ U

A SOFT EMO BOY FALLIN IN LUV

WITH A

PIANo

Wow u r so gay

SUGA:

My name is literally sugar, why are you all

so surprised to find out i’m nice?

The.V.Zone:

U always look rly grumpy

Like ur ready 2 kill someone

I dnt want my Chim around a murderer

SUGA:

It’s call resting bitch face and I’m sorry it

bothers you.

Jimin is a dear friend to me. I would never

do anything to hurt him.

The.V.Zone:

Well

If u say so

THEN BY ALL MEANS FEEL FREE 2 CUM OVR ANYTIME

But im not kiddin bout backing off

Chims mine

Furever

SUGA:

Wait, are you harbouring romantic

feelings for Jimin?

The.V.Zone:

Am i

Am i harborinfdsf

LMMAAAAAAAAOO

Ohmyg o d

Hyung

Ur so funny

Im crying

Oh dear god no

Im happily taken

But ty for ur concern

SUGA:

See, we don’t talk so I don’t know these

things about you.

Don’t worry

You still and will forever remain Jimin’s #1

The.V.Zone:

Good

But wait

What abt u

R u harboring feelings for my Chim??

SUGA:

…

I liked it better when we weren’t talking

The.V.Zone

O h

I liked it better when we weren’t talking too.

BUT 2 LATE 4 THAT

SPILL THE JUICES

I WONT TELL I PROMISE

SUGA:

Every single fiber of my being tells me that

that is a lie

The.V.Zone:

U dont kno me

SUGA:

Yeah that’s the problem

The.V.Zone:

Okay

Rmbr Jimin’s recent performance?

U 2 sick with the flu

And cldnt go

SUGA:

:/ I still feel bad about that.

He was so excited for me to watch.

The.V.Zone

Well

I hve pics

V good pics

If u tell me ill send them 2 u

U wont regret

:) :)

SUGA:

You know, I might have misjudged you, Kim Taehyung.

I apologize for that.

The.V.Zone:

U r forgiven

SUGA:

Well. I haven’t told anyone this

but

I have

emotions

regarding a certain person

named

Park Jimin.

The.V.Zone:

*sigh*

Some1 in luv

With my Chim

SUGA:

You throw the word “love” out so easily

I’ve only known him personally for like 2 weeks

The.V.Zone:

Gr8 point

Thats why ur perfct 4 him

An intellectual

I’ll deliver what i promised

Cherish these with ur lyfe

Regrettin that flu yet?

SUGA:

Holy shit

I’m gay

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Goodbye

Summary: For Dean Winchester life could not get better than it was in this moment. He had his family, his best friend and his girl all safe under one roof. While out on a simple hunt the Winchesters and (Y/N) get pinned down by demons ending with Dean losing the most important person in his life. Not dealing with his grief he gets a surprise visit and a chance to say goodbye. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel and Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Angst/Moments of Fluff Word Count: 3650 A/N: This is how I am dealing with this week’s episode. I was already a little angsty but “Beat the Devil” threw my angst meter into overdrive. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

Dean Winchester looked around the table smiling as all the people he loved and cared for were there. His mom and Jack safely back from the Alternate Universe. Cas and Gabriel were taking a break from fixing Heaven. Finally, the two most important people to him, Sam and (Y/N) were laughing at something Jack had said. “Dean?” His mom’s voice brought him out of his thoughts, “Yeah, sorry guess I spaced out for a moment.” She got up picking up everyone’s plates, “Come help me with dishes.” He nodded standing up leaning over to kiss (Y/N)’s cheek quickly. She smiled up at him never failing to make him weak in the knees. “Dean Winchester!” (Y/N) started laughing as Dean hurried to the kitchen. “Sorry mom.” He said as he rolled up his sleeves. “I’ll wash, you dry.” She said as he grabbed a towel. “Mom, can I ask you something?” She hummed her answer as Dean took a plate from her. “Do you think it’s possible to have a normal life and be hunters? Like really have a normal, apple pie life and still go out on hunts.” She stopped washing the dishes turning towards him. “Does this have to deal with (Y/N)?” He felt his cheeks burning as she chuckled.

“I think that there is no such thing as an apple pie life for hunters.” His heart sank as he looked down at his hands resting on the counter. His mom lifted his chin and put her small hands on either side of his face. “That doesn’t mean that you can have a happy life while being a hunter. You know this life is dangerous, but it doesn’t mean you have to choose one or the other. So, if you’re gonna ask that girl a certain question…” He chuckled as his mom smiled up at him. “I mean, I have thought about it but I don’t know. We’ve never really talked about it. I was just curious what you thought.” She handed him the last plate to dry. “Honestly, I think you should have asked her when she risked everything to get us all out of the Alternate Universe, but that’s just me.” Dean laughed as he put the last plate away and then turned hugging his mom. “Thank you.” He whispered as she rubbed his back. “You know, you get this sappy side from your father.” Dean pulled back laughing as they both walked back into the library.

A few weeks later four of them went out on a hunt in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Dean, (Y/N), Sam and Mary were in Dean and (Y/N)’s motel room going over the case. “So, get this Cedar Rapids has classic signs of demon activity all centered in one building downtown. “Seems a little odd for demons to be focused on one building.” (Y/N) commented as she pulled out her laptop. “From what I can tell they are all around the Paramount Theater. Building has been there since 1928 and from what I can tell has a clean history.” Dean scoffed, “So, what? Demons are wanting to put on some play. Romeo and Lucifette.” Everyone looked at him as he laughed at his own joke. “What? You know it was funny.” (Y/N) snickered as he sulked in seat. “Boys, why don’t you two go off and canvas the area while us girls dig a little deeper into the building.” Dean and Sam both nodded getting up to change into their Fed suits.

Dean and Sam talked to all the store owners on the block finding out nothing interesting. No hints or clues as to why demons would be interested in local theater. As they drove back to the motel, Sam held up a small bag Dean had meant to put in the backseat. “You went shopping while canvasing?” Dean tried to grab the bag away from Sam unsuccessfully. “Sammy, it’s nothing. Just put it in the backseat.” Dean was trying to focus on the road but glanced over as Sam pulled the small box out. “Ho-ly crap. Is this what I think it is?” Dean sighed pulling off to the side of the road putting the car in park. He watched as Sam opened the box revealing a diamond ring. Dean bit his bottom lip as Sam was now gawking at him. “Dean, are you asking (Y/N) to marry you?” Dean sat there silently before nodding slowly. He did not dare look over to Sam as his cheeks felt like they were on fire.

“Wow, I never thought I would see the day.” Dean snatched the box out of Sam’s hand, “Yeah. Yeah. Don’t make a big deal out of it. I happened to be in the jewelry store talking to guy about the case and I looked down seeing this.” He held up the box then opened it looking down at the ring. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. When we got mom and Jack back I knew there was no time like the present to ask, but (Y/N) and I have never talked about it. When I saw this I just knew it was the one. (Y/N)’s gorgeous face popped into my mind and the next thing I knew I was walking out with it.”

The half caret round diamond reflected the light from the street lamp they were parked under. The band was plain and simple white gold. It did not look like much but being with (Y/N) for as long as he had been he knew she would love it. He snapped the box closed and tucked it away in his pocket. “Anyway, I don’t know when I’m going to ask her or anything. I just didn’t want to miss the opportunity to get the perfect ring for her.” Dean glanced over to Sam who was smiling at him. “Dean, I’m really happy for you and I think it’s about damn time you make (Y/N) an official Winchester.” They both chuckled as Dean started to drive again.

The next night the four of them went to the theater armed and ready to confront the demons. There were no shows scheduled for the next few days leaving them all the perfect opportunity to take care of the four demons wreaking havoc on the building. Dean and (Y/N) went one way while Sam and Mary went the other. Dean whistled lowly getting (Y/N)’s attention pointing towards two demons on the stage. He motioned for her to go backstage and sneak up behind them. She nodded quietly making her way unnoticed as Dean stood up.

“Yo, Phantom of the Douchebags! What the hell are you guys doing here? No shows tonight fellas.” He shouted as he walked up on stage. The demons laughed, “Hey you’re Dean Winchester. I’ve heard all kinds of stories about you in hell. Honor to meet you.” One of them said bowing to Dean. “Wish I could say the honor is mine but I really don’t like it when you guys cause trouble up here. Is hell too boring for you?” Dean spotted (Y/N) off to the side and motioned for her to stay. “Quite the opposite. Hell is all kinds of fun now that we have no one ruling down there. We just wanted to bring the chaos up here.”

Dean had not thought about no one running Hell since Asmodeus was gone. Lucifer stuck in a cage in the Alternate Universe forever. Crowley being dead. “Well, I’m sorry guys you can’t play up here anymore. Time for you to leave.” The demons growled as the shook their heads. “No way. It’s two against one and even for a Winchester those are bad odds.” Dean looked over to where (Y/N) was not seeing her anymore. Figuring she was getting in a better position he took his stance preparing to fight. “Well then, bring it on you black eyed dicks.” The demons charged at him as he held up his angel blade.

The tussle was short stabbing one of them immediately and having the other one in a choke hold when a woman with bleach blonde hair came walking out. “Let him go or the bitch gets it.” Dean tighten his arm around the demon’s neck when he saw (Y/N) struggling against the woman. “Who might you be?” he asked as her crimson lips pulled into a wicked smile. “Just a demon trying to get by in the world. Now, be a good boy and let him go. Once you do, I will let her go.” (Y/N) shook her head, “Dean don’t…” The demon dug the blade slightly into her neck. “Shhh, the adults are speaking. What say you Dean? Even trade?”

Dean weighed his options and decided to play along. “Alright, alright.” He said as he loosened his grip and let the demon go. The demon turned around getting ready to punch him when the woman called out, “Lucas, don’t. Go on and wait for me outside.” He growled at Dean as he walked past him. “Now let (Y/N) go.” She looked down at her, “(Y/N). What a beautiful name. The way he said it makes me think there is something between you two. How incredibly sweet and pathetic is that.” (Y/N) tried to move as the demon held onto her tighter. “Enough! I did what you asked now let her go.”

He slowly started to approach them as she looked up at him. The look in her eyes made his stomach churn uneasily. “You’re right, I’ll let her go.” Dean watched as if in slow motion the demon take her blade and slid it across (Y/N)’s neck. “NOOO!” he screamed as he rushed to her. (Y/N)’s limp body fell onto the stage with a thud as the demon laughed. “Goodbye Dean Winchester. Hope to see you again soon.” She disappeared before his eyes and he looked down at (Y/N). “No. No. No.” He chanted as he held her body. Tears streaming down his cheeks as he pulled her close to him. The metallic smell choking him as the warm liquid pressed against his chest.

“Dean!” He heard Sam yell looking up as he ran onto the stage. “Sammy… Sammy, she’s gone.” He said as his brother knelt beside him. “No, we’ll get Cas and Gabriel to bring her back. We can’t lose…” Dean shook his head already knowing it was too late. All the blood she lost on top of both angels being in Heaven. “She’s gone.” He whispered as Sam placed a hand on his shoulder gripping it tight. Dean looked up seeing the tears coming down his little brother’s face and the dam broke with in Dean.

He let out a primal scream letting all his anger and fury out. They both sat there for several minutes before either of them were ready to move. “Dean, let’s get her body back to the bunker. Mom was knocked out and is in the backseat now.” Dean sat there numb barely registering what Sam was saying. “Dean! Come on, we have to get out of her now.” Dean looked down at (Y/N) covered in blood her (Y/E/C) eyes blankly staring. He shut her eyes and nodded picking her up to carry her out to the car.

When Dean pulled into the Bunker garage, Sam picked up their mom carrying her to her room. Gabriel and Castiel appeared suddenly. “Dean, what happened?” Castiel asked as Gabriel went to the trunk of the Impala. “I couldn’t save her, Cas. She’s gone. My whole world is gone.” He said as Castiel placed his hand on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Dean.” He whispered as Dean could hear the agony in his voice. He looked up at his best friend not knowing what to say or do. He felt Gabriel grab his arm, “Dean go clean up while Cas and I prepare her body. It is the least we could do.”

Dean nodded as he walked off towards his room. It was like walking through a fog as he grabbed clean clothes and had to the showers. He stripped off his blood-stained shirts and jeans after turning on the water. He stepped in hissing as the hot water burned his skin. Standing there he watched as her blood trail down his body and circled down the drain. He felt his chest tightening up as his emotions were bursting to be let out. “Dean?” He heard Sam’s voice, “Mom is waking up. Thought it best to wait for you to tell her about (Y/N).” Dean was barely holding on to the sob in his chest, “Be there in a minute.” He grunted as he heard Sam walk away.

As Dean walked out into the library, he saw Castiel and Gabriel walking in with Jack while Sam was sitting next to Mary. She stood up seeing him walk in and hugged him. “Damn demon got me from behind.” She said as Dean swallowed hard hugging her tightly. She pulled back slightly looking up at him, “Dean, where is (Y/N)?” Looking down at her he felt the tears slipping down his face. He tried to say the words and could not. He opened his mouth even but still could not push out the words. Looking into his mom’s eyes he saw she knew. Her own tears now trailing down her cheeks.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry.” She whispered as she pulled him down into her arms holding him. He let out a loud sob and began to cry into his mom shoulder. He felt Sam put his arms around them both feeling his body shake as he cried as well. The next day, they all huddled together as they watched the flames dancing around (Y/N)’s body. Dean watched until there were no flames left and Jack stood by his side the hold time. “I miss her.” He said as Dean glanced over to him. Jack’s eyes were puff from crying and his hands were clenched at his side. He put his arm around the young man’s shoulders, “I do too.”

Six Months Later

Dean was sitting in his room with his headphones on listening to a playlist (Y/N) had made from him. He looked through a small photobook she had made with pictures of them throughout various times in their relationship. He flipped the page then grabbing the bottle of whiskey tipping it back against his lips. When nothing came out he grumbled, “Damnit.” He let the bottle tumble to the ground taking his headphones up and getting up. He ran his hand over his hair that was now longer covering his forehead. He scratched his hair covered chin as he walked out into the library. He saw Sam, their mom, Jack and Castiel all sitting at a table. They had been talking until he entered the room, “Don’t let me disrupt your conversation. I’ll be out of your way in a moment.” He mumbled grabbing the bottle he was seeking. “Dean, honey, why don’t you come out here and sit with us?” Mary said as she shook his head. “No thanks. I’m better off in my room.” He said walking back towards it closing the door once inside.

Right after they burned (Y/N)’s body, Dean did everything he could to hunt down the demon who killed her. Three months it took to finally get her and when he did she almost killed him as well. He stuck the Demon Blade right in her heart killing her hoping it would ease the pain in his own heart. A few weeks went by and the ache in his heart never went away. That is when he gave in to his grief deciding not to fight it. He hardly ever left his room let alone go out on a hunt. Anytime he was around others they would remind him of her and he could not handle the pain that brought. Dean had a major outburst when Mary and Jack were packing up what had been (Y/N)’s room before she shared a room with Dean. He lashed out at them screaming until he was red in the face. Now, he avoided everyone drinking in his room and drowning out everything with her playlist.

One day, as Dean was sitting in his room the lights began to flicker. He slowly pulled off his headphones and stood up walking towards the door. He grabbed one of the shot guns on his wall already loaded with salt rounds and made his way down the hall. The lights started flickering again as Sam and Mary were also coming out towards the library. Dean could now see his breath as he heard Sam gasp. He turned around pointing the gun ready to fire when he saw her. “(Y/N)?” he whispered as she flickered in and out of focus. “Dean? De-Dean.”

He heard her trying to say, “Yes, sweetheart. It’s me.” She came into full focus finally with her hands on her hips. “I know it’s you. Dean Winchester, what the hell are you doing?” He looked up at her in surprise as she scowled him. “Wait, what?” He asked as she made her way towards him. “What are you doing sulking around the Bunker and not taking care of yourself?” He looked to Sam and his mom who were trying to hold back their snickers. She looked over to them as well and a sad smile appeared on her lips. “Hello Mary. Hi Sammy.” She said as they looked towards her. “(Y/N), what are you doing here?” Sam asked setting his gun down.

“I’ve been here the entire time. I’m attached to an object here but I’m just now strong enough to make myself appear to you.” Hearing her voice again was music to Dean’s ears. Seeing her again, even as a ghost, was a small miracle he would have to thank Chuck for. “Do you know what object it is?” Mary asked as (Y/N) smiled over to Dean. “Dean’s red and black flannel. While I was alive, it was my favorite shirt he would wear and then when we started dating I stole it wearing it all the time.”

Dean looked down at his flannel he had grabbed from her side of their closet. She looked over to Dean who was fidgeting with the shirt now. “Dean, you have to pull yourself together. Stop wallowing in your grief and start working through it.” He shook his head, “I don’t know how to without you, (Y/N).” He looked up seeing her reach out to him. He gasped as he felt her cold fingertips touch his cheek. “Yes, you can Dean and you know why?” He shook his head, “Because I believe you can. I always believed in you.” He felt tears coming to his eyes blurring his vision.

“There are too many people depending on you, Dean Winchester. I’m not just talking about those who live within the Bunker. There are people out in the world who need Dean Winchester to come and save them just like you did with me when I was a little girl.” He smiled softly remembering his dad and him saving (Y/N) from a werewolf out in the woods. She had run away from her abusive foster home and John took her to Bobby’s house. “I knew then you were going to be someone special in my life. I just wish…” She quieted him, “Don’t. It is not your fault that demon killed me and I know you avenged my death by killing the bitch.” He nodded chuckling.

“Dean, I know how much you loved me. I know you blame yourself and you shouldn’t. We all know that this life could end bloody, but it doesn’t mind that we should stop trying to live our lives. That includes moving on.” She looked right at him as he sighed. “I don’t think… I couldn’t…” (Y/N) closed her eyes for a moment before speaking. “You can. I want you to be happy and to find someone to live your life with. Don’t let that engagement ring go to waste.” His eyes snapped up to hers. “How did you…? Sam.” He said as Sam shook his head, “Not me. I didn’t breathe a word of it.”

(Y/N) shook her head as Dean looked confused. “I found it in your Fed Suit that night. I was stunned and excited when I saw it. I know there is someone out there that would be excited it to wear it one day. Handsome, you have to let me go. I need to be put to rest and you need to get back to the family business.” He bit his lip as he took the flannel off, “Sam grab a trash bin and some matches.” He said as (Y/N) look at him with pride. “That’s my handsome man.” She whispered. Dean placed the shirt in the bin as Sam put lighter fluid on it. “I love you, (Y/N). Always and forever.” She smiled at him, “I love you too. Goodbye Dean.” He lit the pack of matches throwing it in the bin as (Y/N) faded away. “Goodbye (Y/N).” he whispered.

The next morning, Dean woke up shaving and having Mary give him a haircut. He spent most of the day working on Baby making sure everything was good with her. Sam came walking in the garage with his laptop, “Hey Dean, I think I found a case in Missouri if you’re interested.” Dean looked over from under the hood, “Sounds good Sammy, tell me on the way there.” Sam smiled at him as he walked out of the garage. Dean shut the hood a soft smile spreading across his lips. The ache in his heart was still there but slowly becoming more tolerable. Being able to say goodbye to her had helped him to gather the strength to face the day with a new purpose and hope.

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