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himbosandhardwear · 6 months ago

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Steddie I 2.3k words I Angst I Hurt/Comfort I Idiots to Lovers I SFW

The phone rings at a quarter to six, not an unheard of time for someone to call on a Friday evening, but he's not expecting anyone, so he lets it ring out until the machine gets it. Screening phone calls has become the new normal in the Munson abode.

“Hey, Eddie, it's me.” There's a weird pause and then he gives unnecessary clarification. “Steve. It's Steve. You there?”

Eddie's already heading toward the phone, so he's still laughing when he picks up. “I can't believe it took me six years to figure out what a huge dork you are.”

“Me? Why am I a dork?”

“Because you just talked to my machine as though you've never called here before. It was weird. You're weird.”

Eddie hopes this comes across like the compliment that it is. Sometimes he says things to Steve and he's not sure if they land the way he wants. This time does land, thankfully, as Steve chuckles softly.

“So what's up?” He asks, hoping he doesn't sound too eager, like he's desperate for a hangout.

“Oh. Um. So, I was wondering if you're free tonight?”

Eddie punches the air a few times. “Sure am. What’d you have in mind?”

“Movie? The Hawk is playing some disgusting horror flick I assume you'd be into. And, uh, maybe food. Burgers or something.”

“Or something,” Eddie teases. He's practically floating on air, which is embarrassing, but Steve doesn't know that. “Sounds like a date,” he says, stupidly.

Steve doesn't respond right away, the seconds stretching to infinity before he clears his throat. “Well, yeah. I hope so.”

Static fizzles through Eddie's brain. “What.”

“I hope it sounds like a date. Cause. You know.”

“I don't know,” Eddie manages, brain still skipping gears.

“Because I'm trying to take you out. On a date.”

Okay, yes, Steve has become one of his closest friends over the last five months, and yes, sometimes Eddie flirts with him because he's a red blooded American faggot and Steve is smoking hot, but never in ten thousand years would Eddie predict this happening. It doesn't make sense.

“Date?” He chokes out.

“Is that okay?” Steve asks, soft, nervous.

It's so okay Eddie can't fathom it. “Uh huh.”

“Cool. I'll swing by at eight?”

“Cool.”

“Awesome. See you in a bit.”

And then, just before Steve hangs up, he hears it, the thing that makes everything that came before it suddenly make sense.

Laughter. Robin's donkey braying laughter, coupled with cheers from at least three other people.

So yeah. That checks out. It hasn't happened in years, not since middle school, before Eddie got too scary for girls to fuck with, but it's not the first time someone got dared to ask Eddie out.

He slips down the wall and lands with a thud on the linoleum, cold water seeping through his veins as the implications become clear. The people he thought were his friends got together, without him, and thought it would be hilarious to dare Steve to ask him out. And he did it. He actually did it. And Robin! Her being in on it is almost worse. He really thought better of her, queer geek solidarity and all that.

Has every interaction with these people been fake? Why bother? It doesn't make sense, but then again, he'd only recently let his guard down, started to believe they really liked him, wanted him around. It never made any sense that they liked him in the first place, Steve especially, he'd been wondering when the other shoe would drop and now here it is. Sort of wishes they'd just left him alone after everything and not gotten him attached like he is. It hurts. Logically, he knows he'll be fine, he has Wayne and the CC boys and some casual friends in Indy, he'll be okay, but it still hurts.

What if this forces Dustin and the other kids to pick sides? He doesn't want that. Maybe he should just bite the bullet and move away, make the decision easier for them. It's about time anyway. He'll need to borrow some money from somewhere to fund the move but-

A knock on the door startles him out of his spiral and he jumps up on instinct. The clock on the stove says it's 7:55. He's been staring at the wall for two hours. A second knock snaps him out of another spiral.

“Jesus Christ,” he snaps upon seeing Steve Harrington at his door, dressed to kill. What a waste.

Steve's still lovely face drops as he takes in Eddie's ire. “What's wrong?”

“What's wrong?” His voice grates. “How fucking far were you planning on taking this bit? Bucket of pigs blood rigged at the diner? Maybe you drive me thirty miles outside of town and leave me there? What?”

Steve looks equal parts confused and horrified. Caught out too early to satisfy the parameters of the bet no doubt. “Eddie…”

“Save it. Take your gas station flowers and fuck off.” He slams the door behind him, it gives a satisfying crash, much better than the trailer's old door.

He stands on the other side of it, not sure what to do with himself, when he hears a pathetic, “No, no, no, no,” and, “I don't understand,” and, “Eddie. Please.”

“Fuck! Off!” He yells at the door. If he has to endure any more manipulation he might actually get violent. Wouldn't be the first time he thought about attacking Steve Harrington. The anger is good, he needs it. As long as he's angry he isn't thinking about how bad it hurts.

A minute goes by without a peep from Steve, but he also hasn't heard a car door slam or start up or drive away. Eddie slinks over to the porch window and peeks out. Steve is just sitting bent over on the top step, both hands in his hair, stupid bouquet of flowers at his side. The sight twinges in Eddie's guts, something like guilt squirming around inside. He doesn't want to acknowledge it but it gets harder to ignore the longer he watches Steve, alone and practically curled up on the stoop. What would be the purpose of that if he only came as a joke? He assumes maybe Steve is just upset that he didn't get to pull off his probable months in the making scheme but…the longer he watches the harder it gets to convince himself that's what's happening.

Steve is crying. He can tell by the uneven breaths he's taking. The odds are getting slimmer that this is some manipulative tactic. If Steve is genuinely upset Eddie can't just ignore it.

He opens the door.

Steve immediately scrambles to wipe the evidence off his face, which is gut wrenching. If he's still faking he deserves an Oscar.

He doesn't turn when Eddie approaches and sits gingerly at his side. He doesn't try to provocate, just sniffs as quietly as he can with his face turned away.

Eddie, for his part, doesn't know what to do next. His anger has left him, which was the only thing keeping him afloat. He suddenly wishes he hadn't left his cigs on the coffee table.

“I'm not sure what happened between when I called and now but I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.” He turns toward Eddie but doesn't make eye contact. “If you changed your mind, that's…fine, I guess. But please don't be mad at me. I don't think I can take that right now.”

Guess we're hashing this out.

“What happened was I heard everyone at your place having a laugh at my expense. Did you think I wouldn't figure out what that meant? You're not the first person to ask me out as a joke. Amy Johnston asked me to the Snow Ball as a dare in the 8th grade.”

There's that horrified look again. He reaches out like he wants to touch Eddie's knee but Eddie startles so badly he wrenches his hand back.

“You can't think I would do that.”

“I can and I do.” His fingers are itching for that cigarette.

“Eddie. Please look at me.”

He does but only because Steve sounds like he's on the verge of a nervous breakdown. His wet, puppy dog eyes are going to be the last thing Eddie's sees before he dies, he just knows it.

“They weren't laughing at you. They were laughing at me. That wasn't a prank at your expense, it was a fucking intervention, for me to pull my head out of my ass.” He stares at Eddie with his wide, imploring eyes. “I swear to you. On Dustin's mom.”

Eddie's cheek twitches. “If Claudia drops dead you've gotta raise Henderson yourself, you know that, right?”

“Gladly.” He gives one big sniff, done with hiding how fucked up this has made him. “Rob was laughing because she was happy, and everyone else was cheering because they were proud of me, that's literally it. ‘Finally ask Eddie on a date’ mission was a success. Until, you know, this part. I'm sorry you thought we would do something like that to you. Did we…or did I maybe, do something to make you think we weren't friends?”

Now Eddie is crying. He should just dig a hole and lay down in it.

“Hey,” Steve scoots over and timidly places a hand over Eddie's clenching fingers, “it's okay. You don't have to tell me. I just want to make sure you know we love you. I don't want you to ever think otherwise.”

Okay, not helping with the waterworks.

“It's not your fault,” he manages to convey between hiccups. “I'm just an asshole who assumes the worst in people.”

Steve's thumb rubs gently over Eddie's wrist bone. “For good reason. I get it, you haven't had a lot of people in your corner, huh?”

He shakes his head, hyper aware that he's dribbling snot.

“Hey,” he pats Eddie's arm, pulling away slowly, “why don't we just stay in, order a pizza?”

Eddie sniffs, nods. Date canceled then. Good job, Munson.

“I'll dump these,” Steve picks up the flowers, “don't know what I was thinking. Dating mode autopilot I guess.”

Eddie, feeling hysterical, lunges for them. “No! They're mine!” He crushes the bouquet to his chest. He's imprinted on them. If they disappear, any chance he has of going back to date mode will disappear with them.

Steve stares at him, eyes ping-ponging up and down from the flowers to Eddie's face. He probably thinks Eddie has gone mental, and he'd be right. He hides his face in the purple and orange petals, destroying them irreparably no doubt. One would think he would be all cried out but he's been mainlining mountain dew all day so he must be extra hydrated.

“Eds. What's wrong?”

“Besides the obvious?!” He screeches, still hiding.

“Yeah.”

“I fucked it up. You actually wanted to date me and I fucked it up.”

Without warning, Steve has him bundled up against his chest, flowers crushed even more between them. “You didn't fuck it up. I just didn't think you'd want to go out tonight, after all this. It can still be a date if you want. An inside date.”

“If I want? You are certifiable, of course I want,” he mumbles into Steve's perfect tits. “I can't believe you want. You were really brave and I yelled at you.”

“Already forgiven.”

“You look really nice and I look like a hobo.”

“No more than usual.”

That startles a laugh out of Eddie. He smacks Steve on one of his perfect tits. His face is probably a lost cause but he does attempt to mop it up. “Sorry I made you cry.”

“Pfft,” he waves that off as though it were nothing, “for about three minutes I thought I'd let my friends talk me into blowing up one of my favorite relationships, that's all I cared about, really. If you're not mad at me I'm good as new.” He gets all sheepish for a second. “Also I've been crying off and on all day. Those assholes showed up at my door at ten am. I sobbed for forty five minutes over that time I called Johnathan a queer.”

“You said what?” King Steve shit, Eddie imagines.

“Yeah, and a lot worse than that too, if you can imagine. Don't worry, he beat my ass good over it. And he says we're square since he banged Nancy while we were technically still together.”

Eddie boggles at the ease with which all of this is said. Killing monsters really puts some shit into perspective, he supposes.

He glances up when Steve stands, brushing his hands off on his skin tight jeans before holding one out for Eddie to take.

“C'mon. Inside date. We'll do a redo of outside date next weekend.”

He lets Steve pull him up. “Okay. You gotta let me get the pizza though.”

He beams at Eddie, sunshine incarnate. “Deal.”

It occurs to Eddie, as he pulls a huge plastic Pacers cup out of the cupboard to put his flowers in, that Steve Harrington actually likes him. Romantically. Even though Eddie is a big dumbass.

“Hey,” he drawls.

Steve glances over from where he's artfully posed at the opposite counter. “Mmm?”

“We should probably make out.”

Steve matches Eddie's casual statement, only failing where his cheeks are going red. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I'd hate to waste all this time and money just to find out on the third date we're not compatible. Sexually.”

Steve, who has never been shy about flirting, slinks over to him, fingers travel lightly over the cut collar of his Megadeath T-shirt, sending Eddie's heart into overdrive. “You're so right. Couch or bed?”

They never do manage to call for pizza.

#steddie #ficlet #made myself sad #does this count for angst august or whatever its called?#my writing

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decaf-mother · 2 years ago

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Your First Valentine's Day Together {Pt. 3}

MDNI

Creepypasta Head-Canons

Ok ok- I realized there was more characters I wanted to do so here we are.

GN/Reader

Warnings: None

Dr. Smiley

Expect to have a lovely dinner for two in his office. He refuses to take any patients today, they'll all have to either go to Nurse Ann, Dr. Pain or EJ. It's gonna be a long evening of pure romance, rose petals, candles and all.

"You love it, right?" "Yes..."

Dr. Pain

A date with him is bound to spiral into chaos, careful planning is not one of his strong suits and he loves going with the flow. Will most likely think teaching you how to stitch up a wound is a perfect date idea, his poor victim having to watch you two love birds.

"You're doing great, honey!" "Thanks!"

Papa Grande

Will take you to a show in the underworld, wanting only the best entertainment for him and his darlings special day. Afterwards expect a fancy dinner and lots of deep conversation.

"What would you like to discuss next, Y/N?" "Hm...."

The Bartender

He has no idea what the significance of Valentine's Day is but will take you on a simple but sweet date regardless. Ordering your favorite food and gifting you a lovely heart shaped locket. He simply likes showing you how he feels.

"It's beautiful!!!" ".....~"

Emra

Is learning ballet a good date? Because that's probably what you'll wind up doing. She thinks it's wonderful to involve you in her passion, and is fully willing to teach you other forms of dance as well. Also expect to receive lots of roses.

"Are you alright, dear?" "Yeah just... Fell again."

Wendell Wilson

Appreciates a simple date at home, his gift to you is him cooking dinner for the both of you. Calmly listening to you rattle on about your day- well at least pretending to listen and occasionally tuning in. He does love you I promise.

"Wendell... Are you even listening?" "Of course."

Daisy White

Today is incredibly exciting for her! She joyfully drags you to some small town diner to eat a burger and fries. Though you have to order of course cause she's a ghost- and also you look kinda crazy when you're talking to her. But it's so cute when she rambles on about anything and everything.

"And then!!! I found a cute kitten!" "That's an awesome story, Daisy."

Mary Vaughn

She would've completely forgotten it was even Valentine's Day if it weren't for you. She takes you for a nice little picnic in the woods, feeding some seed to the little birds around. She likes just being near you.

"Their chirping so much. I think they like you, Y/N." "You really think so?"

Ani The Wight

She can't resist treating you to breakfast in bed, to which the whole day you both go back and forth doing sweet things for one another.

"We should do this more often." "Agreed"

Asylum Nancy

She doesn't really celebrate holiday, not really seeing the point. She will get you a small gift like a cute little ring or something. That's about it though.

"Thought you'd like it." "I do. Thanks."

The Seer

Goes out of her way to plan a special date for you guys, not too romantic but not too simple. Trying to balance it out. She gives you a bouquet of white lilies, feeling the elegance of them suits you.

"A special flower for a special person." "Thank you."

Sketcher

..... She agrees to go on a date with you but all the planning is on your hands. You're making this day special for her not the other way around. She can be somewhat demanding at times, but starts acting a bit more loving later on. She's just a tough cookie to crack, not very romance driven.

"Do you like it, Sketcher?" ".... It's sweet I suppose."

{More Content}

#creepypasta headcanon #the seer x reader #sketcher x reader #asylum nancy x reader #mary vaughn x reader #ani the wight x reader #daisy white x reader #wendell wilson x reader #emra x reader #the Bartender x reader #papa grande x reader #dr. pain x reader #dr. smiley x reader #vee's creepypasta works #creepypasta x reader

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alexin-wonderlust · 10 months ago

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Day 6 - Japan Blog - 12 February 2024 Snow Monkeys and Karaoke

We had to be up super early today because we are going on a tour to see SNOW!! This desert babe has never seen snow (in its pure form, only from a snow machine... and thats NOT FAIR!!) so Im going to find some today. Still feeling sick as a dog, but I loaded up on the warm lemon/honey beverages. Theyre SO GOOD! My throat is happy. The bus tour takes us to Nagano. First we stopped at a restaurant for our "Beef Sukiyaki" meal. It was very -- push you here, take you there. Kind of tour. It wasnt very friendly or fun. It was just business... Sigh. Beer Sukiyaki was yum! We bought some regional snacks to enhoy while we are on the bus -- because Ive done these things before and being without snacks is the WORST! The guy behind us passed out because it was super hot on the bus and no fresh air. Oops! When we got to the Snow Monkey Park (Jidokundani Yaen Koen) there was a trek to be done -- and yes! SNOW!! I was actually quite scared I wouldnt be able to do the hike because Im so shit at hiking. Ben wore his new boots which caused him issues, and I feel on my butt at the end -- but it was doable. About 45 mins to the top and then another 10/15 mins to get to the onsen. I accidentally saw a Japanese dudes penis, because he was in the hotel onsen on site and he was just WALKING AROUND NAKED. You know, normal things at a tourist sight. I made a joke about this to the lady when she said there were men bathing "I thought we werent allowed to bring food -- this guy here with his MEAT hanging out" she giggled because Im an idiot. The monkeys are hilarious and cute and weird. There is a lot of drama going on with them, and screaming and chasing around the snow. But they literally just hang out in the natural hot springs and dont really care about the 100 people taking their photos. They also have a live stream too! https://www.jigokudani-yaenkoen.co.jp/livecam2/video_en.php After only being with the monkeys for about 20 mins, we were bussed to another "tourist trap" location with no food, but instead "snow igloos" where we got a beer and walked across the road instead to play in the fluffy snow. There was one stop on the way back to a roadhouse type place which had food, souveniers, a convenience store, local produce and dagashi to take home as gifts. We got burgers and other snacks to keep us going back to shinjuku.

And since we are already here; Shinjuku again. I needed something for my tattoo, so we went to Donki for a shop, and then found a karaoke place with food and drinks. (Instead of going to a bar...!) The food was dismal and the karaoke was terrible but it made for a fun experience. If you were there with a group of people, it would be awesome.

#japan #japan travel #alexinwonderlust #travel #japan february 2024 #snow monkeys #nagano #shinjuku #bennyandthelex #travel blog #snow monkey #japanese snow monkey #snow monkey japan #snow monkey onsen #jidokudani #shibuya #tokyo #karaoke #jidokudani yaen koen

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corzacorpse · 2 years ago

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Giving my opinions on the Disventure Camp Cast cause why tf not, going from least fav to fav

Spoilers for Eliminations!

Yul: he pisses me off,,, he’s rude, nasty, racist,, and overall just shitty. Never understood the appeal for his character. Although I do like his VA (dub and sub) and design.

Karol: she was cut too early to properly form an opinion, I do like her though. I thought her soft spot for animals was sweet.

Oliver: he’s boring. I genuinely don’t understand the hype around this guy

Maggy: I like maggy! And I love how she stood up for herself in her elimination. That was rad,, however her timid personality does get on your nerves a bit. Anyway Kaggy for life

Connor: his arc was good, I like him! Nothing else more to say.

Riya: YESSSSS GIRLBOSS I LOVE HER! I cant wait for them to develop her character more!

Lake: I love her character arc! However sometimes it can be a bit in your face at times. Other than that I love her!

James: slimy bitch,, I love him and I hope he gets development. I can tell his character is going in a good direction.

Hunter: ok this man gets WAYYYYY to much hate. A lot of people said he was starting to get full of himself in episode 6, but honestly I never saw it like that. The way I view it is Hunter is awkward as fuck and already stressed out that 2 chicks like him, of course he’d be nervous about a third. He’s a GOOD CHARACTER. He’s quite smart, and super supportive and kind to Ally and Tess. Also he has one of the best voices in the show.

Rosa Maria: I LOVE THIS WOMEN SO MUCH Y’ALK DON’T UNDERSTANDDDD. The teen mother representation is actually really awesome, and it’s portrayed quite realistically with the way it’s been told so far. She’s super sweet, kind, and loyal to her friends. This women needs more love.

Ally: She’s so sweet and kind- I love her friendship with Tess and her crush on Hunter. Tbh I really hope we get some poly representation and it better be done well or istg,, anyways. She’s a super fun character.

Tess: Yup, Tess is my favourite out of the love triangle. She’s actually a super good representation of someone who suffers from depression, like her interaction with Hunter in episode 3 and her breakdown with Ally in episode 6. Her design is also super pretty, we love that for her.

Kai:

Number 15, Burger King foot lettuce-

Fr tho Kai is just so funny and a really neat support character. Also I absolutely love how he stuck up to Yul in episode 3, we fucking love that for our king. I’ll say it once and I’ll say it again, Kaggy 👏 for👏EVER👏

Aiden: yes, aiden is my favourite character, cry about it. He’s popular for good reason.

1. His design and voice are easily the best in the show

2. He’s a nice person

3. He don’t take shit from nobody and we love that

I wish I had the confidence aiden has,, like deadass is not afraid to say it like it is and we love that for him.

#disventure camp #total drama

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curlynerd · 3 years ago

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You're Bacon Me Crazy Word Count: 2K Rating: T Summary: "I can like more than one kind of burger, you know!" Or, Dean comes out through complicated burger metaphors. Notes: humor, canon-adjacent, coming out, established Destiel, #pray4Sam

Also read on AO3!

"You're really having two burgers, Dean?" Sam asks in his most smug, most obnoxious "I’m eating kale for lunch" voice. Dean really hates that voice.

Dean straightens his back and spreads his hands out, like the two wrapped burgers, the extra large fries, and the soda with two straws are a majestic bounty. “I’m a growing boy, Sammy."

“Uh-huh,” Sam deadpans. He lifts the takeout lid of his salad and starts carefully drizzling the vinaigrette cup over his bed of leafy greens and grilled chicken. “And you’re definitely not going to bully Cas into splitting them with you? You know he doesn’t need to eat.”

Something tight and anxious curls in Dean’s chest. “No!” he blurts out, realizing a second too late that it’s normal for him to share his food with Cas. Just because he’s been doing it more now that he and Cas are finally together does not mean that it’s weird now.

In response to Dean’s defensiveness, Sam raises a self-righteous eyebrow in sync with his salad-laden fork. “Can he even really taste them? I thought he didn’t like food in angel mode.”

Dean swallows down a multitude of answers. He likes sharing the experience with Cas anyway. He thinks the way his face scrunches up at the molecules is cute. It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside that an angel -- his angel -- is willing to put up with something so silly and mundane and human as taste-testing different burgers.

He really, really needs to tell Sam the truth about him and Cas. Hell, he’s been trying to for months! But every time the perfect opportunity presents itself, he turns into a fuckin’ coward.

And today definitely is another perfect moment. The conversation has naturally turned to Cas. They’re sitting at a picnic table at the park, with nobody around to overhear Dean spill his guts in the most agonizing and uncomfortable way possible. They’re working a case, so immediately after the conversation Dean can bury himself in research and hunting and not have to deal with Sam’s big, obnoxious “let’s make a huge deal out of this!” puppy dog eyes. And Cas isn’t even here right now to make things more awkward. He’s still checking out the victim at the coroner's office across the street.

Dean tries not to think about what a big baby he’s being by ignoring this golden opportunity. “He just tastes stuff different as an angel. He’s learning how to pick out the nuance.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “Because there’s so much nuance to ‘extra cheese’ or ‘hold the tomato.’”

“Oh like you’d know, Mr. Tofu Burger.”

“You’d eat a burger off the floor. Are you really trying to convince me you care about what kind of burger it is?”

Dean huffs and levels an indignant glare at his brother. “I absolutely have a favorite burger.”

“Then why’d you get two different kinds?”

"I can like more than one kind of burger, you know!"

Sam snorts. "That's just an excuse to eat more burgers." He spears a forkful of tomato and spinach with a smug little twinkle in his eye.

"It's so not," Dean insists. He gestures at the two wrapped foil rounds in front of him. “These are two unique burgers that both have their own delicious qualities.”

“Really?” Sam’s expression is so pompous Dean kind of wants to throw a french fry at it. Except that would be a waste of a perfectly good fry.

“Yes ‘really.’ Look--” Dean carefully unwraps his first burger. “This is a pickle burger. And not just any ol’ pickle burger. The best, most amazing, and -- dare I say it? -- sexiest pickle burger in the entire continental US.” He smirks as Sam rolls his eyes. “Now I can tell by that condescending look in your eye, you’re wondering, ‘What the hell is so special about a pickle burger? It’s just pickles!’ But that’s where you’re wrong.” Dean lifts the top bun and points down to the burger, looking almost gleeful at all its toppings. “Fried pickles, pickled red onions, relish…Sour and sweet and crunchy, the perfect compliment to a juicy, meaty burger. And one this big? You’ve gotta have a little something special to handle all this meat.” Sam tilts his head, his mouth twitching like Dean said something embarrassing. Was it waxing poetic about vegetables? Probably. Dean chooses to ignore it.

“Ya know,” he continues, “for the longest time I didn’t think I’d like a pickle burger. For years I’d be at diners and think, ‘...maybe? I dunno. Probably not for me.’” Dean pulls his mouth down into a thoughtful frown and bobs his head to mimic his past thoughts. “And then...I’m not sure, I just figured, why not at least try it? All those burgers I’ve had all over the country; I could at least give it a whirl. And it. Was. Awesome!” Dean gently places the bun back on his burger and gives it a little affectionate pat. “Now I can’t get enough of ‘em.”

Sam's expression does a complicated dance that Dean can't even begin to follow. But it suddenly clears into a look of dawning realization, followed quickly by horrified guilt, before it clamps down entirely.

Weird.

"Well...I can't fault someone for enjoying a good pickle burger," Sam says slowly. He doesn't meet Dean's eye, keeping his gaze down as he delicately stabs at his salad with his fork. He frowns at the cucumber slice he spears and carefully dislodges it from the prongs. "Especially if they really like, uh, pickles?" Sam cringes a little down at his greens. Dean can't blame him. It's a sad looking salad.

"Exactly!" Dean gestures down at the burger. "I'm a meat man and a pickle guy." Sam looks up toward the sky and then down toward the ground below with a sort of pleading desperation. "This is a great burger for me. And don't even get me started on the sauce--"

"Okay!" Sam's voice pitches up several octaves. Dean frowns at him, but before he can ask, Sam takes a deep breath and plasters a warm, understanding smile across his face. "You know what? You're right, Dean. After all this time. All those, uh...burgers. I'm glad you've figured out which one you like best."

"Well, not quite. I mean, this one…" Dean carefully unwraps the second burger. "Is there anything sexier than a breakfast burger?" He practically beams down at the golden-brown bun, the fringes of fried egg drooping over the side, crisp bacon peeking out from under the patty.

"I...I don't know?" Sam has the same terrified expression as when Dean drags him onto ramshackle roller coasters at crappy county fairs. God, he's such a baby about cholesterol.

“Yeah. C’mon, you know they’re great!” Dean says cavalierly, because he’s not going to miss a chance to gloat about the awesome food Sam misses out on with all his salads. “Bacon is, you know, bacon! It’s the best tasting thing in the world! Salty, greasy, crunchy…”

Sam’s brow furrows so deeply it’s like it’s mining for coal, his unfocused eyes searching the empty space between them like he’s trying to figure out the deep, dark mystery of bacon.

Dean rolls his eyes. Of course he wouldn’t understand. The dude eats low sodium turkey bacon. "I know you haven't had good, real bacon in ages--" Sam looks offended. Then confused. Then offended again. "--but trust me, man. It's awesome. When ya got bacon in your burger, it automatically makes the burger a hundred times better. Can’t get enough of it!” Sam groans like he's in pain.

Dean grins and keeps going. “And you’ve gotta admit, a fried egg is a thing of beauty. Give me a good silky, drippy egg all over my burger and I’m a happy guy.” Sam’s nose scrunches up into abject horror. “You get that gorgeous, soft yolk oozing everywhere...It’s creamy and delicious and unctuous and--”

“Dean!” Sam shrieks. He lets his fork fall into his bowl and covers his face with both his hands. His voice is muffled, but it’s definitely a tormented whine. “I know this is a tough topic for you, but can you please just say you’re bi and never use words like ‘unctuous’ again? I’m begging you!”

Dean freezes. “Wh-What?” Did Sam really--? He--? How does he know?!

Sam pops up from his elbows, dragging both hands through his hair as he frees his face from hiding. “I get it, dude. Okay? I get it. I mean...I don’t get it.” He glances down at the two burgers with a perturbed look and holds up his hands in surrender. “But I get it.”

Dean stares at him. “Get what?” he demands. His heart is pounding fast. Bi. Sam knows he’s bi. When did he figure it out?! Why’s he bringing it up now?!

Sam fixes him with a flat look. “The burgers? The...God...bacon sex metaphor? The pickle guy thing? I get it. Please. Please stop talking about eggs like that. I’ll never eat an omelette again!”

Sex metaphors? Pickle guy?! Dean takes a moment to think and...yeah. Yup. He really did say “I’m a pickle guy,” out loud. Wow.

Maybe he should just...roll with it?

Because otherwise Sam is definitely going to mock him for that for the rest of his life, and honestly, coming out is the much better option.

“You got me,” Dean says with a small laugh. He spreads his arms out with a bit of a flourish, and it’s a relief to say it. It feels good. “What can I say? I like all kinds of burgers. And hotdogs. Tacos. Kielbasa...”

“Please stop,” Sam groans, rubbing at his eyes with his hand.

Oh yeah, this is definitely the better option. Dean fell ass-backwards into a conversation he’s been dreading for months, and the only person feeling awkward and miserable here is Sam!

Really it’s a win-win.

Dean grins from ear to ear as he relishes Sam’s mortification. “Hey now, I thought you were supportive! What happened to ‘I’m happy for you and your burgers?’”

“I am happy for you, I just wish this wasn’t happening over lunch…” Sam whines as he drops his hands on the table.

“What’s Sam happy about?” Cas asks, startling the both of them by approaching their picnic table. His eyes are earnest and sincerely curious, which only causes Sam to send a miserable, pleading look his way while shaking his head.

“Sam thinks pickles are gay,” Dean says to Cas with the same sort of smug glee of the teacher’s pet tattling about note passing in class.

Cas scrunches his face in confusion as he sits down beside Dean. “Sam, that’s...nonsensical.”

“That’s what I said!” Dean lies, because the way Sam’s eyebrow is twitching right now is too damn funny. “Wait til you hear what he thinks about bacon.”

Sam drops his face into his hands again. “This is the worst day of my life,” he groans as he massages his temples with his fingers.

Cas furrows his brow at him. “You’ve been to Hell.”

“And I’m still there, apparently!” Sam flings his hand up in exasperation. Cas quietly takes a sip of Dean’s drink, which for some reason just pisses Sam off more.

“You know, you could have just been normal about this. No weird, gross food metaphors. Just--” Sam drops his voice several octaves and bobs his head in a deliberately annoying parody of Dean. “--‘Hey Sam, by the way, I’m bi and totally in love with Cas, no big deal,’ or whatever.”

Dean goes still while Cas tilts his head at the two of them.. “Who says I’m in love with Cas?” Wait. Is that obvious too? Shit, well, looks like he gets to rip two bandaids off today. Thank God for the hilarious panic on Sam's face, because otherwise Dean would be the one freaking out here.

Sam’s eyes go huge, all color draining out of his face. “Oh shit. I didn’t-- I’m sorry, I--”

Dean can only manage to maintain the ruse for a few seconds before he bursts out laughing. “Nah, I’m just messing with you. Where have you been, man? Cas and I have been together for ages. I thought you were the smart one!”

Sam looks like he wants to leap across the picnic table and strangle Dean.

With a glare so sour it could peel paint, Sam snatches Dean’s extra large order of french fries and storms off toward the car to sulk. About three paces away, he stops, turns around, and levels a stern finger at Dean alongside his scowl. “For the record. I’m proud of you. And I’m honored you chose to trust me with this information,” he hisses in a frustrated huff before he spins on his heel and marches away.

Dean wipes a tear from his eye, still chuckling under his breath. Cas stares after Sam in concern.

“Why is he so mad?”

Dean shrugs off the question as he slides the pickle burger in front of Cas and nudges him with his elbow to try it. “Hell if I know. If you ask me, dude needs to have a burger every once in awhile.”

#destiel #deancas #destiel fanfiction #deancas fanfiction #supernatural #spn #destiel fanfic #deancas fanfic #katie writes things #this is either the best thing I've written or the worst thing I've ever written. possibly both #I'm very sorry for making you read the bit about the fried egg

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jumblejen · 3 years ago

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Too Quiet

Suptober21 Day 4: Secrets

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34288495

The house was quiet. Dean realized it had been quiet for at least the past twenty minutes. Cas was at the store doing a grocery run and Jack is in his room. Dean was surprised at how far he’d made it through the dog-eared paperback since Cas left. Normally Jack would have been up in Dean’s space within thirty seconds asking about playing a game or baking something or taking a walk. But instead Dean has been sitting here, drinking his coffee and reading this book in peace.

Jack’s up to something.

Dean remembers the too-quiet of a little kid who is definitely doing something they shouldn’t be doing. Of course Sammy never had the power to make everyone stop lying or to resurrect angels from the Empty. Jack didn’t seem inclined to do those sorts of things anymore either. Neither Dean nor Cas could exactly pin him down on what powers he had left since de-aging himself.

Hauling himself out of the comfy chair, Dean climbed the stairs to Jack’s room. Taped to the door was a hastily scrawled ‘keep out’ sign in red crayon along with a serious frowny face. Dean smiled to himself as he knocked lightly.

“Jack? What’re you up to in there?”

“Go ‘way Papa. I’m doing something.”

“Jack, can I come in?”

“No Papa. It’s a secret.”

“What’s a secret?”

“If I tell you, won’t be secret. Go downstairs Papa.”

“Are you sure buddy?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay.” Dean stared at the door for a few seconds. He wasn’t so sure about this but he didn’t want to wreck the kid’s sense of privacy. He was a good kid. Dean frowned as he made his way downstairs. Jack was a good kid, but what was he doing in there? Sammy and him never had this kind of privacy growing up. Motels and the backseat of a car don’t lend themselves to any sorts of secrets beyond the ones you locked up in your own head. Dean was sure it was fine. He sat back in his chair and picked up his book.

Another ten minutes and Cas came through the front door draped in cloth grocery bags. Dean took the outermost bags and started putting things away, “How was the store?”

“Not too crowded. They had cherries so I thought maybe you could make pie?”

“Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Where’s Jack?”

“In his room working on something ‘secret’.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I am respecting his right to alone time while hoping that nothing too weird is going on up there.”

“Is it a good idea to leave him on his own?”

“I got no idea. I mean, I don’t think he’d cut his own hair again and it’s his room with his stuff. But yeah, it’s been suspiciously quiet.”

“I’ll go check on him if you put away the rest of this stuff.”

Dean nodded as Cas kissed his temple and headed up the stairs. Dean could only hear a muffled knock and Cas muttering something before the door opened and then closed again quickly. Huh. Still, if Jack let Cas in he would know soon enough if it was dire. Humming under his breath it didn’t take long for him to stow the groceries but Cas and Jack hadn’t emerged. The house was once again eerily quiet. Restless and curious Dean climbed the stairs and knocked on Jack’s door.

“Who is it?” asked Jack in a sing-song voice.

“Papa. Can I come in?”

“Nope!” The cheerful chirp made Dean narrow his eyes.

“Why not?”

“Still working on my secret.”

“Well how come Daddy got to see your secret.”

“Because he’s Daddy. Silly Papa.”

“Well Papa wants to join in on the fun too.”

“No Papa! We aren’t ready yet.”

“Ready for what?”

“The secret.”

“When will it be ready.”

“Soon.”

“What does ‘soon’ mean?”

“Same thing as when you tell me we’ll get ice cream soon.”

Dean smiled ruefully, knowing he’d been beat. “Okay buddy. Do you want me to wait downstairs?”

“Yes please Papa! Love you Papa!”

“Love you too.” Dean’s smile broadened at the earnest words. Hard to be irritated when the kid was so goddamn happy. Dean didn’t think he’d ever get used to that sweet sharp pang when he realized he was maybe pretty good at this parenting thing, and maybe little Dean had deserved this kind of care too. He returned to the chair and his book, listening intently for the door opening. He couldn’t concentrate on the words but instead found himself nodding off a little when at last the squeak of hinges brought him all the way awake.

“Ok Papa! Close your eyes! Time for secrets!”

Dean closed his eyes, covering them with his hands for good measure. That way Jack could be sure there was no peaking.

“Careful on the stairs Jack.” The sound of Cas and Jack clumping down the stairs was followed by the stompy patter of Jack running into the room. The fact that a kid who weighed less than 50 pounds made more noise than his fully grown fathers was endlessly funny to Dean.

“Are your eyes closed Papa?”

“Yes Jack.”

“Good! Keep ‘em closed. Please.”

“Ok.” Dean felt something light land on his lap. “Can I look now?”

“Open your eyes!”

Dean followed the instructions looking into Jack’s beaming face before looking at his lap. He picked up the art project. It was made of two pieces of green construction paper taped together down the middle with a bunch of pictures pasted onto them haphazardly. “Thank you Jack. But why was this a secret.”

“’Cause Papa. Made it for you.”

“It’s very nice. You worked hard on it, didn’t you.”

“Yup. But I don’t think you get it.”

“I don’t.”

“Dean,” Cas said quietly, eyes a little red. “Look closer.”

What had appeared to be random images all taped together without sense became something more as he studied it. Some were cut from magazines, some were drawn with a bit more skill than your average four-year-old. There was a dog and a pie. Blond hair, a hand on a shoulder, a baseball cap, a bit of a blurred multiple-choice test. A crown. A tire. A sheriff’s star. A burger. Grumpy cat. A riverboat and a pool cue and a microphone. And the more he looked the more he saw, each image meaningful. Over all of it was a bunch of blue circles. And Dean really looked at all of it, together as a whole.

“Buddy, what… I don’t… this is…”

“Papa I made you your heart. ‘Cause I know you worry about running out of love sometimes. Daddy said you can’t always remember about love ‘cause it’s not something you can see. So I made this so you can know it on the outside too. But I wanted to make it secret.”

“Jack, this is awesome.” Dean’s eyes filled with tears but he barely noticed them running down his cheeks. “Thank you.” Dean wiped at his eyes with the tissue Cas silently handed him. Looking up at Cas he wasn’t surprised to see tears there too. Carefully he set the picture onto the table and scooped up Jack into his arms holding him tightly. Blindly he felt for Cas’ hand. They’d come so far together, but Dean knew this was how they were meant to be. Together. Full of love. And the occasional secret.

#suptober21 #destiel #jack #toddler!jack

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dracos-eternity · 4 years ago

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Homework Date-Topper Thornton X Reader

Anon Request- Can I get a fluff with Topper from OBX and a pogue reader who happens to be J.J.’s little sister and Top doesnt like her big brother? With “No no no, sorry! I just-… I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name.” and “Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.” and “Just say the word.” please, like they are working on a project or something and he asks her to work with him and then he tries to flirt to get her to do all the work and then he ends up taking her out for food or something just really fluffy.

Summary-^^^^^^^^^

Sorry its so short, kinda suck at fluff

Warnings-Cursing, Fluff

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Y/N P.O.V.

“Hey, Y/N, wait up.” I stop, looking for the voice that called me. I turn around, coming face to face with Topper Thornton. “Hey, Y/N, you good?”

“Oh, no, no, no, sorry! I just-… I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name.”

“Oh, uh, yeah anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to work together for the Shakespeare project?” The boy smiles at me, hope flashing in his eyes.

“Um, yeah, sure.” He nods and begins walking to his car, turning back and looking at me. “You coming?” I nod and climb into his car, noticing the way it looks so new. “Hey, come on in.” He steps out the car and into the house, opening the door for me to come inside. I walk in, my jaw dropping at the sight of his house.

“Dude, I knew kook houses we’re good but this, this is awesome.” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I almost forgot you were a pogue, your not that bad.” I mock a laugh at his remark, shooting a glare at him. “Um, okay, well come on.” I follow him into the living room, sitting beside him.

“So, for the assignment we have to take lines from Romeo and Juliet and translate it into modern words, should be pretty easy.” He nods, looking confused by what I said. “Okay, we start in scene two, since we’ve already done scene one.”

-----------few hours of not getting anything done bc of Topper--------------

“O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.”

“Blah, blah, blah, this is boring, besides how am I supposed to focus when all I can focus on is how pretty you are.” I roll my eyes at yet another attempt to flirt, continuing what I’m reading and writing down the translations.

“Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?” I say walking back and forth across the living room floor.

“He’s a hopeless romantic, in the worst of ways.”

“'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.” I look up, noticing Topper’s bored look.

“This is boring.” He deadpans.

“I think it’s romantic, poetry in itself is romantic, pair it with these star crossed lovers.” I plop down beside him, smiling to myself.

“Sure.” He states, looking over at me. He smiles at me, pushing back a strand of my hair that was in my face. “Your pretty, y’know that.”

“Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.” I roll my eyes, sitting up and checking my phone. “Shit.” I start to pull all my stuff together, throwing it in my back before answering my phone, now blowing up with back to back calls.

“Y/N, where the hell are you?” My brother shouts from the other side of the phone.

“J., chill, I’m working on a project, I’ll be home soon.”

“Who is that?” My eyes go wide as I rush to cover Topper’s mouth.

“Is that fucking Topper, Y/N, I swear to god, where are you, send me the address!”

“No, I’ll be home in a few, J., I promise.” I hang up smacking Topper’s shoulder afterwards.

“I forgot you were his sister, your so different from that little shit.”

“Fuck off, that’s my brother!” I smack him in the back of the head. “Don’t you have someone else to bother, Sarah Cameron, oh wait she left you for my brothers best friend!” I let the words fly, instantly regretting them. “Oh, shit, I’m so sorry.” I cover my mouth.

“No, it’s okay, I said something about your brother.” I look at him with sad eyes.

“I’m sorry, Top.” He gives me half of a smile and stands up from the couch.

“Want a ride home, maybe some food?” I nod and we walk out to the car, driving down to some fast food place. Once we order I start to pull out money, Topper cutting me off by paying for both of us.

“You didn’t have to do that, could’ve payed for myself y’know.”

“I know, but I wanted to, little pogie.”

“Little pogie?” I let out a small laugh.

“Yup, your younger, and a pogue, not in an insulting way, just a pogue.”

“Actually, the name ‘pogue’ is an insult but I’ll let you slide.” I smile at him, sitting down at the bench.

“Oh, oh well.” He shrugs, biting into his burger. We eat in silence, other than a few jokes and comments, it was nice actually. After we finish I shoot J.J. a text asking where he’s at, him replying with one simple word, which led to an entire argument.

Chateau. Are you seriously mad? Nope. J.J. hes not even that bad Do you like him or something? Idk, and if i did its not your business Uh yeah it is, your my sister Exactly, sister, not child Whatever Yeah, whatever, I’ll be there in a few.-_-

I huff in annoyance putting my phone in my back and looking up at Topper.

“You good?”

“Yep, take me to the Chateau, please.” He nods and begins driving towards the cut.

“So like where is it?”

“Go towards the boneyard, right before you get there you’ll see a small house, that’s it.” He nods and we continue driving. Once we get there he gets out the car, causing me to look at him confused. “What’re you doing?”

“Walking you to the door, duh.”

“Well, this is going to end so well.” I mumble stopping once we get to the door.

“I, uh, had a good time today.” He looks down, playing with his fingers.

“Yeah, me too.” I smile, heat rising in my cheeks. He leans down, his face inches from mine. I stand on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck as I pull him closer, kissing him. His hands fall to my waist, pulling me closer and closing any space between us. This is it, that moment in all those movies where fireworks go off and everyone disappears.

“Not bad.” He smiles as we pull apart, our foreheads leaning against each other. My brother taps on the window, glaring at Topper. I grab the doorknob, stopping him from opening it.

“Give me your phone.” He complies and I type in my number, sending a text to myself with his name. “Night, Top.” I stand on my tiptoes again, kissing his cheek.

“Night, little pogie.” He kisses my forehead and walks off the porch. I watch him drive away, walking inside after.

“Really, Y/N, a kook, your first kiss had to be a kook?” J.J. deadpans, making me smack his shoulder as my face turns red from embarrassment.

“Aw, little Y/N has crush on the kook.” Ki pokes my side playfully.

“He’s a good guy, Y/N, be good to him.” Sarah Cameron whispers as she hugs me.

“He’ll get over it.” Pope says, John B. agreeing, in reference to my brother. I look down as my phone buzzes, Topper texting me.

I meant what I said, I had a good time. Me too, Top. Maybe we can do it again some time? Are you asking me out on a second date? Maybe Are you accepting? Maybe, hey wanna know something? Sure You were my first kiss. Really? Yeah, with someone as overprotective as J.J. as your brother you don’t get to have boyfriends. Yeah lol Do you maybe wanna be my...y’know Just say the word. Gf? Yes, Top, would love to. Okay, great Goodnight ... Little pogie lol goodnight top.

#topper thorton x reader #topper x y/n #topper thorton imagine #topper #topper thorton #austin north #obx #jj maybank #topper thorton fluff #topper fluff #austin north fluff #fluff #sfw #outerbanks #outerbanks fluff

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imagines4thefandoms · 4 years ago

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Suddenly in love Pt 1(Zuko x Reader)

Requested: no

word count: 14K

warnings: none

It's been a couple of weeks since You realized that You were in love with your best friend. When You told Katara and Sokka your roommates they told me two things: that they knew since we met and that You should go tell him. You were hesitant at first because You have been best friends with Zuko since y'all were four. You don't want things to get awkward between us. So You checked his location and saw that he was in the park. The drive was about five minutes but time stopped when You saw him. Seeing Zuko now; it was completely obvious that You were in love with him and that You realized that You should have known that You loved him a lot sooner. As You stepped out of your car time stopped again but the time in a bad way. You noticed that Zuko wasn't alone he was kissing some girl.

You quickly turned around and got back into your car. On your way home You got a text from Zuko about how he wanted to tell you something. You knew what he wanted to tell you. But something in you was broken. The stoplight before your turn to go home You just sat there ready to go straight but something in you took over. Instead of going straight, You made a U-turn and put your apartment in your rearview mirror.

I'm not home right now. Later? -Me

Sure. U good? -Zuko

Yea, running errands- Me

The entire drive was like an out of body experience. You knew You were driving but You don't remember driving. When You put the car in park You were at a diner in a different state. After sitting in your car for ten minutes, You walked into the diner and got a table. You were halfway done with your burger when You got a text from katara in the roommate group chat.

Why did Zuko tell me that you were running errands?- Katara

Can you pick up some milk and ice cream? I want milkshakes.- Sokka

Make it chocolate ice cream please!!!!- Aang

I'm not running errands. I lied to Zuko.- Me

Wait! Did you tell Zuko how you feel about him? -Katara

You finally realize you're in love with Zuko.- Suki

No I didn't tell him because I saw him kissing some girl in the park.- Me

The waitress came to your table and refilled your coffee. Your phone went off two more times and You just ignored it. You picked at you fries and just stared out the window til your phone went off again.

Wait so no milkshakes?- Sokka

I'm so sorry (y/n). If you're not running errands, what are you doing?- Katara

We can cancel tonight if you want to.-Aang

The waitress came to take your plate away and she handed you the check. Your hands warmed around the coffee mug and everything around you seemed to disappear. You were about to leave when you took your phone and texted back.

No its movie night. We are not cancelling.- Me

You went to the group chat with everyone not just the people who lives in your apartment and sent a text.

I'm getting milkshakes. What flavor does everyone want?- Me

CHOCOLATE!- Aang

CHOCOLATE!!!!!- Sokka

Vanilla- Katara

Strawberry- Suki

Peanut Butter Banana- Toph

Ok got it. I'll be home in half an hour.- Me

Zuko???? (y/n) the greatest person in the world is getting milkshakes if you don't tell her what kind you want i'm going to take yours.- Sokka

Sokka calm down I already know what flavor Zuko wants. So no extra milkshake for you.- Me

You paid for your meal and left the little diner. You didn't know exactly where You were so You put the address for the milkshake place in your phone and just enjoyed the peaceful ride. Once again You didn't remember driving to the milkshake place. You just walked in and ordered 2 Chocolate, 1 vanilla, 1 strawberry, 1 PB & Banana, and 2 M&M milkshakes. The lady at the shop took about ten minutes to make seven milkshakes. After You secured the milkshakes in your car You got behind the wheel and just sat there.

"Come on (y/n) start the car and go home to enjoy these milkshakes with your friends and Zuko," you said out loud.

When did Zuko become 'and Zuko'. 'God i'm so stupid. Why didn't I notice how I felt about him earlier. He wouldn't be with that girl. He would be with me. Instead of 'and Zuko' You would say 'and my boyfriend'' you thought. Your phone went off and You saw a text from Zuko 'everything ok? Its been longer than thirty minutes. I'm starting to get worried."

"Hey Siri. Reply to Zuko," you called to your phone.

"What do you want to say to Zuko?" Siri replied.

"Stop being overprotective. It took longer than I expected. I will be home in 5 minutes."

"you text says, "stop being overprotective. It took longer than I expected. I will be home in 5 minutes. Would you like to send the text?" Siri asked.

"yes," you replied.

"Message sent."

The drive home felt like it took hours. Red light seemed to take ten minutes and you seemed to catch every red light. You didn't know if it was because you had to actually be somewhere or if the thought of seeing Zuko was causing the time confusion. When you pulled to your apartment building Zuko was waiting outside for you. He walked to the passengers side and helped carry the milkshakes up to your apartment.

"Where you waiting to help me or waiting to make sure I was actually here in 5 minutes?" You asked him unlocking the gate in front of your building that only people who lived here could open.

"Both. What took you so long? You are never late." Zuko replied with a worried look.

You looked in his golden eyes and realized why you loved this man. He cared about you, sure he was over protective but it was sweet. Zuko has always been there for you since you two met. You gave him a smile as he held the door to the building open for you.

"Relax i'm fine. I just didn't realize how far away I was."

Y'all took the elevator up to the third floor. Zuko as usual was hovering over you. A month ago you would have yelled at him about being overbearing but now its like he isn't close enough. The quiet that surrounded y'all was, for the first time ever, awkward. You kept glancing over at him to drink in every inch of him like it was your first time seeing him.

"Oh I wanted to tell you something. I met this girl. She's funny, smart, and beautiful," Zuko said turning to face you.

"That's awesome ZUZU. Im happy for you," you replied and you could of swore that you heard your heart break into a million pieces.

"Thanks her name is Mai. I think I really like her."

The elevator doors opened and the stale awkward air was replaced with the gross air of your apartment floor. The two of you walked down the hallway to your door with the number 312. Zuko took the milkshakes out of you hands so your could grab your keys from your purse. Just as you unlocked the door Sokka quickly opened it and grabbed the milkshakes out of Zuko's hands.

"(y/n) you are the best person in the entire world. I love you so much," Sokka said bringing the milkshakes to the kitchen.

"Don't let Suki hear you confess your love for me Sokka," you replied as you entered the apartment and locking the door behind you.

"You got him to shut up about milkshakes. You are the best and I love you too," Suki said getting off the couch.

Everyone grabbed their milkshake and went back to their seats. You head to your room and throw your purse on your bed before grabbing your milkshake. Zuko handed it to you and thanks you for the milkshake. Aang picked the movie tonight, which was "Kung Fu Panda". You and Zuko sat on the couch next to each other and enjoyed the milkshakes while Aang started the movie.

The movie was almost over but you where getting kinds sleepy from all the driving you did today. The two love sick couples went to bed which left Toph, Zuko, and you in the living room watching/ listening to the movie. Your eyes started to get heavy so you rested your head on Zuko's shoulders. In that moment, everything felt right with the world. Zuko had his arm wrapped around you as you fell asleep. Toph said something about Zuko being stupid but you were too tired to listen. The last thing you remembered before going to sleep was Zuko playing with your hair while your head rested in his lap.

PART 2

#zuko x reader #zuko x mai #zuko imagine #avatar imagine

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deejadabbles · 4 years ago

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A Thousand Songs (Atem/Yami x Reader)

Chapter One: We Are Broken

One /// Two /// Three /// Four /// [Five Coming Soon]

Summary: You knew that you and your band could make it big. Not only that, but stay together while doing it; the five of you were family, after all. The only problem was that despite all your musical talents...none of you were particularly good at lyrics. After years of struggling to put out your first full album, the solution finally made himself know in chance meeting on an empty stage.

Rock Band AU, Atem x Reader, gender neutral reader.

A.N. Woo look at me, starting a new series before I finish my current ones. Don't hate me I have the attention span of a squirrel! I know band AUs are pretty cheesy but I don't care, this idea has been floating in my head for awhile and it's super cute okay?? I was also going to wait to post this until all the chapters were done but I couldn't control myself anymore. These chapters will be much shorter than my usual length so hopefully that means I can update faster??? I won't make any promises but I'll try. Anywho, I hope you guys like fashionable, sensitive Atem because that's who'll be featured in this fic <3 The reader's gender is never mentioned but I will admit I tended to lean more towards songs sung by women in this, I don't really think that matters though (I have Atem sing songs originally sung by women so...). I really hope you guys like this series and I'll love to hear your thoughts <3 Also: @ohyema This is the series I told you about all that time ago lol

I am outside

And I've been waiting for the sun

With my wide eyes

I've seen worlds that don't belong

My mouth is dry

With words I cannot verbalize

Tell me why

We live like this

The crowd was small, as always, but it was enough. Anyone hearing your songs was enough for now, or so you told yourself week after week. You felt Yugi’s eyes on you as you leaned away from the mic, plucking the cords of your Stratocaster for the brief solo and you looked to your left to see him smiling at you; always the positive optimist, the sun that shone on you and the rest of the band.

You flashed him the briefest smile in return before turning back to the mic. If you closed your eyes, got lost in Anzu’s keys, Jou’s steady beats, and Honda’s strings, you could almost pretend you were playing in front of a packed venue. One full of fans solely there to hear music, and not just a dozen or so patrons who enjoyed the music as a backdrop to their late-night drinks.

Keep me safe inside

Your arms like towers

Tower over me

You could have sworn you heard another voice in the crowd join yours as the chorus came. Ah, so there was an actual fan in the crowd.

Cause we are broken

What must we do to restore

Our innocence

And all the promise we adored?

Give us life again

Cause we just wanna be whole

Your eyes fluttered back open for the briefest second and through the smoky haze in the room, you saw that someone at the bar was holding up their phone, camera aimed at the stage. That managed to make you smile, at least you had someone’s attention.

Lock the doors

Cause I'd like to capture this voice

It came to me tonight

So everyone will have a choice

And under red lights

I'll show myself it wasn't forged

We're at war

We live like this

“Are you guys on SoundCloud or anything? Cos that was pretty awesome!” asked a young man who looked barely old enough to be in the bar at all.

You were just helping Yugi pack away his turntables, having finished your set and wishing the small crowd a good night. The young man was with two others, all of them looking enthused as they stood at the base of the small stage. The girl even giggled when Honda winked at her.

Yugi, as usual, was the one to speak up and pulled out a small leather folder from his back pocket. “Yeah, we are actually! We also have a youtube channel,” he pulled cards from the folder, black cardstock with your band’s name, logo, and media accounts scrawled across it in gold text. He handed one to each in the trio, smile still bright on his face, “Check us out if you get the chance, we’re trying to put out a new album this summer, so we should have plenty of new songs to listen to soon.”

With a few ‘cool man’s and ‘awesome’s, the trio wandered back to the bar, the one who had spoken already pulling out his phone with the card in hand, and the girl waving at Honda over her shoulder.

“You know you shouldn’t get their hopes up,” Anzu whispered as she set her keyboard case at the foot of the stage, “Two songs does not an Album make- we have no clue when we’ll actually have it out!”

“Well,” you chimed in, clicking one of Yugi’s several cases closed, “Maybe telling new fans to expect more from us will finally light a fire under our song-writing-asses.” When Jonouchi opened his mouth, that cheeky look on his face, you held up your hand to silence him, “And yes, I know I procrastinate too much, I’m to blame too.”

Yugi lifted two of his cases- and answered after Jou jumped in to take the heavier of the two, “I still think all of us should take a week's vacation, lock ourselves in our studio and work on the album together. Only getting together a few times a week is what’s really killing us I think- we can’t get into a creative groove!”

You and Anzu exchanged a look, knowing full well that neither of your bills would appreciate the week's loss in pay. Still, maybe it was something that you guys could find a way to work out. Then again, there was another idea that had been brewing in the back of your mind for a while now, and you weren’t sure if it was really something that the others in your band would go for...like, at all.

“I don’t know, a week probably wouldn’t even be long enough,” Honda chimed in after slinging his guitar case over his shoulder, grabbing an amp in the free hand.

Jou nodded as you all started filing out the bar’s back door, “I’m still thinking that gettin’ together every single night until the album’s done is the best way to go, even if it’s just for a few hours!”

This was the usual road the song writing debate took, or at least, how it usually went the past month or so, and soon enough the topic came to a standstill, as it usually did.

After loading up Jonouchi’s truck with your equipment, Honda gave the suggestion of stopping for some burgers at the 24 hour joint down the road, a common ritual after your monthly gig at “The Bandit’s Den”. As usual, Jou parked in the space best visible from the front windows of the dinner, and the five of you were glad to find that not another soul sat at the tables.

After settling at your usual booth and ordering, Yugi actually splayed his hands out on the table, looking rather determined. “You don’t start work until seven tomorrow. Right?” he asked you.

“Yeah?”

“I think we should take another trip to the station.”

You actually had to repress a sigh at that. Yugi was all about trying to trigger inspiration for songs, and the “station” referred to an old train station on the outskirts of town. You guys had discovered it long ago and were eager to use it in a music video, but were waiting for the perfect song to go with it. Sure, the old giant clock and brick stairs were a perfect setting, but it had only sparked a line or two of lyrics, nothing to make a full song.

Out of the five of you, most of the lyric writing fell on your’s and Yugi’s shoulders, with Anzu, Honda, and Jonouchi giving occasional input. Since you were the lead singer most seemed to think you would be the natural lyric maker, but the truth was that, despite your talent in singing and playing the lead guitar, lyrics just weren’t your forte. You’d had some luck when teaming up with Yugi, his emotional maturity helping you work through the written expressions, but that only went so far. Yugi also tried things like this, exercises and field trips in the hopes that it would spark creativity.

“How many times have we been to the station before, Yugi?” you asked, “I just don’t think it’s the oracle of inspiration we all hoped it would be. I still want to film there some time, but I don’t wanna take time out to visit it again, I’ll just get annoyed when it doesn’t lead to anything.”

Yugi’s set expression seemed to blink away, replaced with something almost like guilt, “Okay, I was just trying to think of something to get our inspiration flowing…”

Now you’re the one who felt guilty. “I know...hey maybe we could try something new? Like we could go some other place or try some different way to spark our heads?” you suggested, trying to sound positive.

Yugi’s eyebrows lifted in interest, but he was cautious when he asked, “Like what?”

“I…” you trailed off when your mind came up blank. It remained blank even as your eyes trailed over the entirety of the empty dinner as well as the dark scenery outside. A growl of frustration left your throat as you face planted on the table, “I don’t know!”

You heard Yugi giggle as he reached out and patted your head. Beside him, Jonouchi said, “What you need is some brain food! That’s sure to help some ideas come- ah! And here’s our feast now!”

Even though the food was good, kick-start your brain, it did not. If anything the meal just made you more sleepy, even as you guys chatted over the next hour before paying the tab and piling back into Jou’s truck.

Like always the next stop was the studio, the home and hideaway for you and your friends. For a small-time band whose biggest fame was on Youtube, all of you were actually quite proud of your studio. Yugi’s grandfather owned a few rental properties, and since the building wasn’t fitting for a residential space, nor in a part of town that would serve a shop well, he had agreed to give you guys the small building in exchange for help around his game shop every week.

Working together to make the space your own was some of the best memories you had with your oldest friends; going to second-hand shops to gather fitting set pieces, saving up for the sound dampeners so you could record your songs without paying a big-time studio, setting up the back room with tattered old furniture and a mini-fridge that was sure to break down any day.

The only thing that beat those days were the times you actually spent in the studio; rehearsing, recording your few music videos, spending downtime together writing new music on lumpy bean bag chairs and worn rugs (and definitely getting distracted by each other every ten minutes).

The night was late enough that no one bothered the five of you as you unloaded the truck, and soon enough all of you were taking your usual spots in the back room (Anzu sprawling out on the battered chaise, Jonouchi and Yugi filling up the loveseat, Honda falling onto a pair of beanbags, and you plopping down in the hammock chair).

“Alright you guys, I’m just going to come out and say it,” Anzu sighed after a few moments of hanging off the arm of her seat, “We need help writing our songs.”

You actually sat up as straight as you could in your chair and peered over at her- had she really just said what you had been thinking of saying for weeks?!

When she saw your look, something like panic colored her face as she waved her hands, “Not that I don’t think you’re a good writer! The songs you came up with were awesome! ...But-”

You waved off her concern, the hard motion causing your hammock to spin a little, “No- no, Anzu, I totally agree! I just didn’t know if I should bring it up...”

Even if you hadn’t thought of it too, Anzu had plenty of reason to think you needed help. In the whole four years since your group had started the band, from the first days sitting in class drawing up logo ideas, you had only written six original songs- and that included the two that were meant to go on your new album. You had gotten by with relying on covers to fill out your live sets and media accounts and making a host of excuses for the lack of originality.

“You really think bringing in another bandmate’s a good idea?” Honda chimed in, eyes narrow as he leaned back in his beanbag chair.

“Yeah, we don’t wanna end up like half the other bands out there,” Jonouchi chimed in, seeming to subconsciously pull Yugi closer to his side, “you guys know the only reason our band works is because we get each other- we’re family! We can’t just bring another person into that, it’ll ruin it and maybe even break us up!”

Yugi put a hand over Jonouchi’s, “Hey hey, slow down, don’t you think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves? First of all, bands hire ghostwriters all the time, and they don’t always join the band. Besides... I don’t know, if the person’s really cool, would it be that bad to have another member?”

“We could always have them ghostwrite for us for a while, and if we like them, then talk about letting them join,” you offered, and were glad when everyone seemed to contemplate that with at least some positivity. “But that brings up the issue I think we’ll have, I’m not sure we can find someone who fits with our style all that easily. Like Jonouchi said, there’s a reason all of us work well together.”

It was true, all of you brought something to the table, something more than an instrument. The five of you had slightly different tastes, all of it coming together in something that wasn’t quite punk, not quite rock, not quite pop or even metal, and that’s what worked to your advantage. You wanted to prove that different sounds and styles could come together in harmony and appeal to listeners all across the spectrum. Not fit into a genre-labeled box that only fans of said genre would even bother listening to.

Eventually, Anzu gave a shrug, “We won’t know until we try. Why don’t we put the word out and see what happens?”

“We can still work on our own, and if we don’t find anyone who fits, we didn’t really lose anything besides time,” Yugi added, and that pretty much settled the matter.

Tomorrow the search for a new member of your team began.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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❛ BABY ON BOARD ❜

Headcanon.

with Gilberto ‘Gilly’ Lopez.

Request: I have an idea for a Gilly fic , maybe his girl is pregnant and none of the guys think he will be a good dad but in the end he proves them wrong and is an amazing dad. I feel like you would be able to do this idea justice. Totally understand if you don’t want to do it though ❤️

BY ANON

Warnings: none, just fluffy daddy Gilly.

Word count: about 1.1k

Aurora says: thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford, for helping me! ✨

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

Masterlist.

When he told his brothers that he was going to be a father, they laughed. After one year together, they kept trying to figure out how you can be with a guy like him.

They didn't know about his other facet. The one that showed you that he was a good man, always taking care of you, loving you and making you feel the most lucky girl ever.

He went at three am to a 24h store to buy you an apple lollipop, just because you woke up with that craving.

He could spend long minutes talking to your son, with his head resting on your belly.

He became the most overprotective man, controlling everything around you to make you feel comfortable and happy.

Gilly also started to cook for you, whenever you were hungry, without mattering about the hour, the place, the day…

And of course, EZ did this job when he had to leave Santo Padre with the club. He was delighted doing it too.

The first time your husband took your son between his arms, he had to sit because his legs were trembling, so, so nervous of meeting his boy.

“Look… He's so small, baby”. He said raising his eyes towards you, lying exhausted on the bed, before focusing his entire attention onto his son. “My best friend… I ca—can't believe that we did it, mami. I mean… I mean, you did it, but…”

“Come here, idiot”. You laughed narrowing your eyes and palming the mattress.

Your boyfriend sat on the edge, before lying down by your side when you left him some space.

“Thank you, (Y/N). For making it possible, and choosing me to be part of your life, and letting me love you every day of it, and… for giving me the best thing I could ever have”.

“You're gonna be the best dad, Gilly. I have no doubts, you will see”.

“Hey, buddy, I love you” was his favorite sentence, telling him all the time.

His favorite moment of the day was when he was fixing up something on his bike, and your three years old son used to bring him the tools.

“Thank you, buddy”. He said, grabbing the screwdriver, that his son was holding it with both hands.

“Yo welcom, daaaad”. The boy replied, letting his booty fall down to sit close to your husband, surrounding his forehand with both small hands.

“Do you have fun?” Gilly asked smiling softly, leaving a kiss on his head.

“Yea, dad. Yo ma buddy”.

“Yeah, we're best buddies”.

“Best buddies, dad”.

Dani was so sad when you left him at the kid garden on his first day of school, watching Gilly kneeling to hug him while they were crying. It broke your heart too, when you had to hold your husband to let him go with his new teacher.

“Hey, buddy, I'll pick you up in a couple hours and we will go to eat some burgers, okay?”

“You promise, dad?”

“I swear, buddy. I love you”.

He was seeing him walk away, shaking his tiny hand to say goodbye. When he was inside the school and you couldn't see him, Gilly's cry got a little louder, calling the attention of everyone. You were about to laugh. Your husband. This big guy who looked like a… Well, he looked exactly like he should look. He hugged you, sinking his face on your neck, melting your heart completely whilst leaving some caresses on his head.

“Mi amor, he will be okay”.

“But what if he misses us?”

“He's gonna miss us, Gilly. The first five minutes. Then, he will be busy making a lot of friends because he has an awesome dad with a cool motorbike”.

“Do you think?”

“Yeah, and he also has a beautiful mom who is totally in love with his dad after five years. Falling more into him every single day. I mean… look at those parents, with a stick into their ass”.

Gilly laughed, standing up from you to kiss your lips gently and slowly.

“What if… we go home and give him a little brother, or a sister?” He mutters on your lips, making you chuckle.

“You have to work, remember? And I need to prepare a seminary for the next week”.

Your husband used to help your son with homeworks, not knowing that he actually was this smart, even if it was basic maths.

Dani's birthday was the craziest day of the year. Gilly used to wake up at seven am, to check that everything was on point, without caring that he was doing it for the last four days. The big cake, the presents, the guests, the clubhouse… Everything must be perfect, and if someone tried to fucked it up, Gilly turned himself into Satan.

One of the happiest days for him was when his son came to him to talk about girls. Your husband was freaking out, looking at you with raised eyebrows, before clearing his throat to tell him ‘the whole speech’.

“Wa—Wait, dad”. He stopped him, looking at you a little ashamed. “Mom…”

“Yeah?” You asked, having a sip from your coffee, resting against the counter with narrowed eyes.

“Sí sabes que te amo, ¿verdad?” (You know that I love you right).

“Calm down, I'm not gonna be jealous of your girlf—”.

“Can you leave?”

“What? Why?”

“Because this is a conversation between father and son”. Your husband turned at you with a huge smile on his lips.

“Listen to me, malditOS PENDEJOS. I'VE BEEN DEALING WITH ALL YOUR ‘BUDDIES BULLSHIT’ FOR TOO LONG. I WANNA KNOW ABOUT YOUR GIRLFRIEND TOO”.

“Mi amor”. Gilly tries to call your attention, palming the island where he is sitting at.

“WHAT?”

“Please, leave”.

“Oh, fuck you”.

“Mamita”. Your son called you between laughs, when you were holding the doorknob of the kitchen, making you turn more disappointed than upset. “Tú siempre serás mi primer amor”. (You will always be my first love).

“Ti simpri siris mi primir imir, fuck you, Daniel”.

You can hear your husband's laughs mixing the others, after closing the door loudly.

Gilly's brothers were so fucking wrong since the first moment, watching him teaching Dani to drive a bike on the front yard of the clubhouse. Eighteen years being the best father in the world, and making everybody jealous of the relationship with his son.

“Do you think we could go to LA next week?”

“Keep practicing with your mother, while I'm in Las Vegas, and then we will see”. Your husband teases him, hitting his chest gently.

“So, that's a yes. Mom drives pretty good, it will be easy”.

“Oh, really? Why didn't you ask her to teach you, ah?” He tries to sound offended, holding his neck with an arm to ruffle him with his free hand.

“Dad, stop!” He laughs stirring under his grip. “I wanted to do it with my best buddy”.

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sebastianstanbuckybarnes · 5 years ago

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The Order Season 2 (SPOILERS)

2x01

I like Blond Jack <3

GABRIELLE DUPRES IS IN JACK’S BED?!?!

That goddamn powder

“And you think all blonde girls are stuck-up skanks,” WOW GABRIELLE

Jack. Is. Dancing. For. Cheer. Squad.

It hurt me to see all the Knights not know each other and be in the same area

I don’t trust Professor Foley

A guy’s body just burned with bright light - are we sure angels don’t exist in The Order?

For reals though, who’s that witch in the corridor?

I forgot Brandon was in the cat ornament

Can I sAY i love Werewolves?

Deja vu, you say Hamish? I WONDER WHY.

The Knights taking down those acolytes gives me so much satisfaction

“Stuck-up skank,” Dammit Gabrielle

Huh, a body disguised as a statue? The rogue witch?

“Alien Superheroes,” Never change Randall <3

Jack transforming into his wolf form to get the others too is high-key awesome

DID YOU JUST REMOVE THEIR MEMORIES AGAIN, ALYSSA?!

OH, THANK GOD! I may hate you Alyssa, but thank you for returning their memories.

KILL THE ORDERRRRR

2x02

The cleaning returnsssss

“Youthful optimism,” I say this again, Randall, never change

Poisonous Kombucha - out of curiousity, why are people so obsessed by Kombucha?

More cleaningggg

Andddd Vera just cleaned it up for them

I love a good Star Wars reference

THE ADEPTI

HAM SANDWICH?!?!? RANDALLL

Randall awkwardly sitting there, my poor boy :(

No, Lilith making Randall even more sad :(

Does Jack have two hides now?

PROFESSOR CLARKE RETURNSSS

HAM RADIO?!?!? Omg RANDALL

That remembering potion made everyone go temporarily insane.

I LOVE PROFESSOR CLARKE, THEY DID DIRTY BY KILLING HIM

DAMN! ALYSSA JUST KILLED THAT ELLIE TAYLOR WITCHY PERSON

Jack being really sweet while Alyssa was upset just shows how wholesome Jack actually is after everything she did to him

2x03

HAMISH AND RANDALL. THE KISS AND THE ESKIMO KISS. NEED I SAY MORE?

LILITH AND NICOLE KISS TOO!

MAGIC HEIST!

Honestly, I get Hamish’s fear, I hate dolls, including ventriloquist ones.

Hamish making cocktails is life.

I had a feeling it wouldn’t work, mostly because it was only 20 minutes in

I’VE SEEN FROM ENOUGH MOVIES AND TV SHOWS THAT YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND ANY CIRCUMSTANCES SUMMON A MOTHERFUCKING DEMON! IT’S COMMON SENSE!

Randall drinking milk is so wholesome and sweet

Alyssa is now drinking the milk

Zecchia looks like me from my goth/alternative days

Can I say that I’m loving Lilith’s blue streaks in her hair? Looks awesome!

AND SOMEONE STOLE THE ARTIFACTS

2x04

Honestly, Zecchia is all of us on Tumblr

The Excidium sounds like a very bad thing.

CAPTAIN SEAN RENARD IS EMPEROR ROGWAN?!

aND aLYssa’s fears have been eaten

Gabrielle deserved that punch but maybe not from Alyssa...Maybe Nicole? OR BRANDON?!

Of course Vera knows that they have their memories back

NO! HAMISH! RANDALL!

SHE PUT HER HAND IN THE BLENDER?!

hONESTLY, I like Alyssa without her fears, she’s so much more fun

Alyssa saying goodbye to Lilith and Jack is actually really sweet, and made me hate her less...

NO! LILITH! FUCK!

2x05

Brunette Jack returns

Sending Jack and Alyssa, a werewolf and a broken witch, behind enemy lines is the worse idea ever - remember the necromancer incident?

“Remember when she murdered Kyle,” I love Randall so much

For some reason, I don’t trust these Prometheans

Randall walking in heels and succeeding is making my day

“Hold my purse,” RANDALL <3

Hamish being an absolute gentleman and holding out his arm for Randall to hold onto as he walks - i’M LIVING FOR THIS

THat juice is having a weird effect on Alyssa - STOP DRINKING IT!

A surprising team up between Randall and Gabrielle - I actually like it

“Dear God, help us,” HAMISH

I’m kinda shipping Orbin and Alyssa in a way

WTF?! THERE IS AN EYE IN THAT TREE!

Jack writing SOS on his forehead to tip Vera off was genius

2x06

CANNIBALISM!

This is why you don’t trust Foley

Alyssa is withdrawing

FUCKING BLOOD ATONEMENT?!?!

THEY’RE TURNING JACK INTO A TREE AND ALYSSA IS JUST FUCKING STANDING THERE!?

YES! YOU GO GABRIELLE!

Jack is still turning into a tree

Vera using their Egregore connection and her pain to her advantage - you go Queen!

And Jack is now cured with no help from Alyssa whatsoever

Gabrielle having a concussion and Randall taking care of her is goals <3

AND the Prometheans are dead

2x07

Poor Nicole :(

ALyssa is clearly not coping well

Hamish mentioning Cassie :(

Invoking Privilege = Beer Pong

Lilith is going to kill the boys for joining the Order

Orbin lives on Campus?!

I really hate Kepler - can someone kill her?

I really don’t like Alyssa or Salvador

I love Vera messaging Hamish for a drink

KARAOKE! <3

OMG HAMISH

OMG VERA

Dat KISS and SEX?!

ALYSSA! After sex etiquette does not include stealing their hair!

Gabrielle slapping Jack is so dramatic of her but I love it

But then Gabrielle has Randall’s shirt, so, I’m pretty sure they slept together? Or at least made out?

Jack going werewolf at Angus because he tries to keep Jack out of the Temple is hilarious

VERA IS ALIVE! THANK GOD!

Because Improvising plans always goes well, Jack

Alyssa, you are very selfish for drinking that tea even if it didn’t work

...How did Salvador choke hold a supposed werewolf against a wall?

Clearly, Salvador is the leader and playing the long game

Foley is eating a blue scarab? I wonder what that does...

The way Vera asks if “everyone is okay?” when they drag Foley in but looks at Hamish the entire time who briefly smirks is everything

I SWEAR TO GOD IF THIS IS ANOTHER ATTEMPT ON VERA’S LIFE AND SHE DIES, I’M SUING THE WRITERS!

2x08

Well, she’s alive

What exactly does Angus have against werewolves?

I really hate Angus at the moment

That poor man who I don’t know the name of..?

Quarantining? How on point for what’s happening at the moment...

Alyssa committing B&E

Adepti walking in is very sinister

A cameo from Ian Ziering playing himself

And Salvador hits Alyssa with the sleeping spell

TWO PRINCESS BRIDE REFERENCES?! YASSSSSS!

Ew. You just ruined your white shoe, Randall.

FFS ANGUS!

And Jason Priestley is a part of the Adepti too!

THEY ARE NEGOTIATING COMIC CON APPEARANCES!

JASON PRIESTLEY IS DEAD!

Kepler certainly changed her tune

OMG! THEY POWDERED ALYSSA!

Ian Ziering is now Jason Priestley?!

So, Alyssa does remember because Salvador protected her memories with the Risotto

2x09

And Alyssa has stabbed her hand

3 month time skip?

VERMISH?!

Randall and puppies <3

I still really hate Angus. Like he’s cute but also a dick

Magistratus though, they’re moving up in the ranks

Salvador cured a blind woman?

“You’re like a little sister,” Did Gabrielle just get friend-zoned by Randall?

“She kinda scares me,” Oh, Randall, all women should scare you :)

More sex

Hamish having Vera’s lipstick on him. I CAN’T BREATHE

The Plagues of Egypt. Pompeii. Tunguska. All caused by an apocalyptic eruption. Damn.

I STILL HATE ANGUS. AND SELENA.

Hame-Burger Helper. Jesus, Randall!

Randall and Jack trying to pull a fast one on Hamish, but hurting Hamish’s feelings as well. Of course he would help Lilith, you nimrods!

Plausible deniability! You’re failure in pre-law is coming in handy Hamish!

Kepler’s eye is now lizard like?

Alpha is in Salvador?

“Does anyone have classes anymore?” Gabrielle speaks the truth! Why aren’t you all in classes?

No, Gabrielle! YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS!

Vera and Salvador meet...this isn’t going to go well

Yes, Gabrielle! You are better than this! CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!

Wait, no! Midnight! I swear to god if you hurt her!

OMG! EW! But pretty cool effect of Vera’s fingers splitting open

Vera using a gun rather than magic is awesome - shows human weapons work just as well as magic

And Alyssa has disappeared...again.

2x10

“Simply slowed time,” Can time be slowed that simply, Vera?

“Cut the head off a snake?” In the words of many Supernatural and Superhero based TV shows and films I have watched, two more grow back in it’s place. *Cough* HYDRA *Cough*. Just saying...

“She’s just waiting to make an entrance,” That basically sums Gabrielle up if we’re being honest!

KYLE IS IN THE COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS?!?! For real though, Jedidiah Goodacre making a brief cameo as Kyle is awesome! I love him as Dorian Gray too!

Goddammit, Alyssa!

Gabrielle saying no to killing Jack is definite Character Development!

“Bring it,” Gabrielle standing up for herself!

“Open a passage to the demon realm,” Jack has finally hit the brick wall of oh god, this is all real? How is this all real? Jack only wanted to be a marine biologist

Okay, yeah, Midnight is totally riding Gabrielle around while Gabrielle is going through hell in the collective unconscious

Yaldson = Archaic; term for the son of a prostitute! I’m using that!

Tartarus eruption almost killing the knights...

...But they opened a portal to hell in Timber’s locker

Fuck, Alyssa knocked out Hamish and paralysed Vera with that stupid necklace that Salvador used against her

Randall chopping off the heads of demons that come through the portal <3

Midnight collapsing as Gabrielle

VERA DOESN’T HAVE HER POWERS?!?!?!

Jack poking Gabrielle with a stick :’)

gABRIELLE waking up briefly to tell Jack midnight wants to kill him before fainting again

Midnight not killing Jack and going with Jack’s plan instead. Character development from Midnight!

And Alyssa’s in the toilet

So, they need a witch not an owl, how did she get them mixed up?

Randall making use of the powder on Nicole

MAddox makes a reappearance?!

Randall kidnapping Kepler. Probably killing her for the ritual!

LILITH IS BACK! I HAVE BEEN WAITING HALF A SEASON GUYS!

OH, NO! HOW DARE YOU! YOU MADE LILITH A DEMON?! ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!

oH, WELL, Alyssa got her just desserts!

Randall burying a body again

Oh, poor Gabrielle, she’s really upset and I’m upset with her. And Randall hugging her, I ship them so hard <3

I’m shipping Vera and Hamish too but I hope Vera doesn’t break Hamish’s heart...

And Jack carrying Alyssa with the Vade Maecum through the meadow and forest

with the song in the background...

MAGNIFICENT!

#the order #the order season 2 #jack morton #alyssa drake #lilith bathory #randall carpio #hamish duke #vera stone #gabrielle dupres #nicole birch #zecchia #rogwan #elizabeth kepler #spoilers

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verobatto · 4 years ago

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. XCII

It was a love story from the very beginning.

What Do I Do Now?

(12x23)

Hello my dear fellows! We reached the last meta from season 12! This is a sad one, my friends, I know. But we embrace the destiel angst, as good shippers, right?

So, let's cry again with Dean again at the end of this season.

Let's start...

The Promise

When the episode starts we have Kelly Kline dressed in light blue.

Gif credit @kingofthecrxssroads

The light blue and white color talks about purity and is related to divinity. Those are the colors weared by Virgen Mary, the mother of God, which is now very meaningful to see Kelly Kline, the mother of the future god, wearing the same colors.

After this beautiful detail in the visual Narrative, let's focus on that promise that changed Castiel's priorities for ever.

Gif credit @mad-as-a-box-of-frogs

This is gonna be the new mission for Castiel. His change of priorities, the cause of the future Destiel break up in season 14. This promise will lead Castiel into his decision that will en with his death, exchanging his life for Jack in Heaven, the deal with the Empty.

Then, in another scene, we have this dialogue:

KELLY: Tell me again. Tell me again what you saw.

CASTIEL: Right, I saw– I saw... I saw the future. I saw a world without pain or hunger or want. I saw the world that this child... that your child...

KELLY: Mm.

CASTIEL: ...will create.

KELLY: Mm.

CASTIEL: And it is a world without fear and without suffering and without hate.

KELLY: Mm.

CASTIEL: I saw paradise.

This is a reflection of episode 15x19, with Jack as the new God, defeating Chuck, creating a new Paradise, Heaven.

Another interesting visual Narrative was Jack's room.

Pic credit @fallenandinlovewithhumanity

The tree represents: FAMILY, each word of his name is colored in TFW colors BLUE, YELLOW AND RED. The meaning is all over that wall, Jack's family, Jack's parents will be Sam, Dean and Castiel. The family settled with strong roots, like a tree.

Noe the rainbow 🌈 in the Bible represents THE DEAL BETWEEN HUMANITY AND GOD, is a promise of no more harm. An example of it, was the rainbow that appeared after The Great Universal Flood.

I will talk here about a little and funny foreshadow... You'll pick it up quick!

MARY: All right, then. Kind of always wanted to punch the Devil in the face. So how do we find them?

Yes, my friends, this was an easy one, right? Is a Foreshadow of Mary Winchester punching the devil, not just once but twice, one in season 13.

Another beautiful and blatant parallel was this one...

Gif credit @godshipsit

Those are the same words Mary said to Dean when she was pregnant.

This marks the Jack as Dean's mirror. The kid will try to be like him, to follow his steps. Because just as Dean is a role model to CAS, he will be the same to Jack.

Another foreshadow of Castiel's dead, and example of those who takes bad decisions to have a win, was Crowley.

SAM: Crowley...why did you do it? Save Lucifer– What did you want?

CROWLEY: I wanted to win.

The desire of a win is remarked as the precursor of bad decision. First we will have Crowley explaining why he let the devil out, which will end in his death, and then we will have Castiel at the end of this episode dying after taking a collection of bad decisions. But for Dean it will mean to get Castiel back in 13x06.

Dean and Cas

The reuniom between Cas and Dean was full of dramatism, jealousy and sassy looks, just to exalt their relationship as romantic.

We all recall the scene in which Case opens the door, and everyone is there: Sam, Mary and Dean, but CAS just calls DEAN hahaahaha. Is just Dean for his eyes, well, that's love.

We have Dean and Sam giving a discourse about loyalty and family and work together... Very dramatic.

DEAN: Look, Sam's right, okay? We'll work through our crap. We always do. But right now, we are here to get you, get Kelly, and get gone.

They heard Kelly, and Mary goes to assist her. But then Dean keeps scolding and talking to Cas, but Castiel replies with his sassy self:

DEAN: Hey, if he shows, can you flame on again? Can you torch Lucifer like you did Dagon?

CASTIEL: I don't know. No, that wasn't me. That was the child. And in case you haven't noticed, he's a little busy.

After this Dean will show himself in pain, just to caught CAS attention, like a annoyed boyfriend that doesn't want to ask for help to his boyfriend, because they're fighting, but whining and moving his harmed knee to his boyfriend, is a great method to get away from the fight they're having, showing Castiel 'look how i was hurt when you weren't there, you weren't there so I had to carry with this pain in my knee.' Believe me, i know this method very well. Hehehehe. So, it works, because Castiel goes immediately to heal him.

DEAN: [bends and grasps his injured knee] Aah. Son of a bitch.

CASTIEL: Here, Dean.

DEAN: Mm.

CASTIEL: Let me.

Gif set credit @shirtlesssammy

So, this is the beginning of jealousy Dean has Because Castiel will put Jack first on his list, just like now, Because is the arriving of a son, and that's a crisis for couples.

Look how Dean accepts his healing, and then smiles shyly, happily, goofily, avoiding Castiel's eyes. He is happy because he got the attention he wanted from his angel. Because even after fighting for the bad decisions CAS had taken, he is still his Cas, and he'ss still caring about him. After feeling Cas was acting odd, this healing is like getting him back.

Another scene full of jealousy, coming from Dean feeling Cas was staying away from him, doing his own life, is this scene:

SAM: Whoa. Cas, what is this?

CASTIEL: As I said, it's– it's Earth. But this Earth is locked in eternal war between Heaven and Hell. There are armies of angels fighting hoards of demons, and the few humans that remain are caught in between.

SAM: How do you know that?

CASTIEL: A friend told me.

DEAN: Oh, good. Now you're makin' friends? That's...

Dean is jealous that Cas is making friends out of his sight.

CASTIEL: You don't have to worry. The child, he opened this door. He'll close it.

DEAN: You sure about that?

CASTIEL: I have faith.

DEAN: Really? In your unborn baby-God?

CASTIEL: Yes.

DEAN: Well, then, you're a dumbass.

Jealousy again, reflected in how Castiel is having faith in Jack, and how he used to have faith in Dean. So Dean is feeling maybe, he is replaced slowly by this child.

After this Castiel explains to Sam and Dean that this Apocalyptic World is a world in which they never born. Trying to remark that Dean and Sam are important to our world.

Then, AU!Bobby mentions bullets that kill angels and Dean goes...

DEAN: Wait, angel-killing bullets? Awesome.

And sassy married look from Castiel...

As I said, everything is so dramatic, because they're so married.

Another important scene was Lucifer appearing in front of them, and saying the following words...

LUCIFER: You're right. What should I do? Oh, God! Don't strike me dead! Come on, Sam. You sound like a virgin in Jesus camp. "We can't. God is watching." No. Chuck "walked." He's gone.

When Lucifer mentions this, Castiel turns around to see Dean. It was filmed that way toake us see that was a thought in Castiel's POV, this is something that will be developed to in episode 14x15 and 14x17. In the first one, Peace of Mind we will have a Castiel's POV, with pink color everywhere (representing happiness) and green all over (representing Dean) as something forbidden, something HE CAN'T HAVE, the second episode, we will have a girl and a boy making out inside a car, and the girl is afraid of her dad finding out their relationship, HE COULD SEE US. As if they were doing something prohibited. Both examples are linked to this scene, and Castiel's Sacred Oath.

Crowley's redemption arc was him sacrificing for the boys. As a prelude of this.

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

Castiel sacrificing himself for Sam and Dean, and dying after this...

Pic set credit @akitescoldstrings-blog1

The dead that had been foreshadowed for two seasons is here. Stabbed by the back, the bright light showing he is dying, Dean's desperate shout, and his worst nightmare becoming truth.

Gif credit @they-stare-i-ship

The burnt wings on the ground is another sign that Cas is gone for real. Dean's facial expression is the most sad we an see, defeated, he will bend down on his knees.

Sam will run to the cabin, because Jack is coming, even with Mary falling with Lucifer into the AU, even with Castiel dead, Sam is focused on the mission. But Dean can't. He can't react, because he had just seen the love of his life dying in front of his eyes. And nothing will be normal again for him.

To Conclude:

This episode is linked to with season 15 final episodes. Talking about the new Paradise the New God will bring.

It shows too the role Cas, Sam and Dean will have in Jack's life.

It talks about sacrifice for love, and how Castiel will change his priorities, leaving Dean feeling a little jealous about it.

And this episode ends with Castiel's dead, in front of his lover.

Hope you like this meta. See you in the next one in season 13!

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Of you wanna read the previous metas from season 12, here you have the links:

Vol. LXXV, LXXVI, LXXVII, LXXVIII, LXXIX, LXXX, LXXXI, LXXXII, LXXXIII, LXXXIV, LXXXV, LXXXVI, LXXXVII, LXXXVIII, LXXXIX, XC, XCI.

Buenos Aires, December 13th 2020 9:07 PM

#destiel #destiel chronicles #destiel meta #supernatural meta #season 12 meta #vol. XCII #dean winchester #castiel #mary winchester #sam winchester #kelly kline #lucifer #jack kline #crowley

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years ago

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Stark Spangled Destiny

Ch 4- Get Busy Living, Or Get Busy Dying

Chapter Summary: We check back in with Steve and the Kids, before Katie is taken back to a time a few weeks post the Battle of New York, where she desperately tries to get through to a despondent Steve.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words.

Chapter Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: So these chapters contain flashbacks of sorts- but they’re not flashbacks as Katie is watching the events unfold in front of her-a “Time heist” of sorts. However, to keep it clear and hopefully not confusing, the events she is watching are depicted in itallics instead of me trying to keep calling her 2010 v 2030 Katie…

Huge thanks to @icanfeelastormbrewing and @southerngracela for beta reading this before. You girls are awesome.

I thought long and hard about posting this today, but it was finished this morning and I sure can read the emotion I was feeling when I wrote it, and I wanted to share it. This was my outlay.

Rest in power, King. Wakanda Forever.

When Steve arrived home, Emmy’s car was already in the driveway. Rori gave a little squeal at the fact her sister was home and shot off to the front door of the house, bouncing on the step.

“Hurry Daddy!” she turned to look at him.

“Alright, alright…” he chuckled, reaching her with a few strides and pressing his palm to the access pad. The door clicked open and Rori shot inside, running down the hallway shouting Emmy’s name, Harry toddling behind her as fast as he could followed by Stark, his nails causing him to slip on the wooden floor as he ran, sliding ass first into the small table which thankfully didn’t fall over.

“Rori, hush!” Steve hastily tried to quiet her for fear Katie was asleep, but to no avail. With a sigh he pushed Flossie’s stroller in and then once Jamie had followed him inside he closed the door, the security system clicking back into place.

“Am I banished to my room now?” Jamie looked at him.

Steve took a deep breath, before he shook his head. “Not yet no, but you’re going up after dinner.”

“Okay.” Jamie nodded as he kicked off his sneakers and picked them up, placing them in the rack by the door. “I think I’m gonna go up anyway.”

Steve looked at him, and nodded, watching as he headed off to the stairs, his shoulders slumped a little. He hated it when any of his kids were upset but this was Jamie’s own doing. With a sigh he gently picked Flossie out of her stroller, bent to retrieve the flowers that they’d all chosen from the little meadow and headed into the kitchen where he could hear Rori gabbling on excitedly.

“Hey Dad.” Emmy looked up at him, a little sheepishly given their earlier exchanged and he smiled at her as she came towards him, arms outstretched. He passed Flossie over and then placed the flowers on the side before retrieving an empty vase from the windowsill. He let out a little sigh, this vase was never empty, he usually made sure of that by always bringing Katie some flowers home once a week or so, but as he filled it up with water he realised he’d been as guilty of neglecting her and taking her foregranted a little as anyone else in the house had been.

“I take it Mom’s still sleeping?” Emmy asked and Steve turned to look at her.

“Yeah, she must be.” He nodded “I’ll go wake her in a little while once we’ve ordered dinner.”

“I really am sorry.” Emmy began and Steve held his hand up.

“I know, it’s done ok.” He shook his head “We just need to make sure in future we help out a little more.”

“Daddy…” Rori tugged on his jeans and he looked down “Can you try and fix my doll now?”

“Yeah, sure.” He nodded, looking at the offended broken Barbie doll on the side. Whatever had happened between Jamie and Rori, Jamie had managed to snap the head off from the neck. He took it in his hands, had a quick look before he disappeared into the laundry room for the superglue. After a little careful application he’d managed to reattach it reasonably well.

“All fixed.” he walked back in, holding the damned doll upright as Rori gave an excited squeal “But you need to leave it to set ok?”

“Daddy you’re the best!” she hugged him tight and he chuckled as he passed it to her.

“Be careful.”

Rori nodded as she looked at the doll and then her face fell. “But I can still see the break.” She whispered.

“I can’t do anything about that princess.” Steve sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“I can…” Emmy said suddenly “Rori, go grab your craft kit.”

Rori looked at her, then to Steve who shrugged, before she thrust the doll back at him and disappeared into the den. Steve gave Emmy a questioning look and she simply winked as she placed Flossie down on the play-mat in the corner of the room, where the baby let out a loud shriek and wiggled her legs and arms excitedly at the activity station above her, grabbing at one of the rattles.

Rori came back in, carrying the little plastic box that she kept all of her stuff for colouring and sticking in the Crap Book, and set it down on the table as she scrambled into a seat. Emmy dropped next to her and opened the lid.

“Ok, so…” she began sifting through the stuff in the box and then pulled out 4 little squares of material that Rori had in there. “Which one is best?”

“Erm…” Rori looked at them before she pointed to a bright pink piece “That one.” “Good choice.” Emmy nodded. She reached into the box once more and pulled out the crimping scissors that were in there because Rori liked the shape it left on the edge of things. Steve watched as his eldest carefully cut a thin sliver of the material off. “Dad, can you pass me headless Barbie?”

Steve smiled and headed the doll back over and Emmy wound the material round the doll’s neck, tying it in place at the front with a knot.

“There.” She said as Rori gave a huge gasp and a smile “Line gone and Barbie now has a kerchief.”

“That’s awesome!” Rori grinned, giving her sister a hug “Thank you Emmy.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Now, Aurora…” Steve looked at her and she glanced at him, her face falling at the use of her full name, because she knew full well what it meant “If I find out you’ve hit Jamie with it again, it’s going straight in the garbage, you understand me?” “Yes Daddy.” She said, her eyes falling down to the table.

“Ok.” He nodded before he looked at Emmy “I don’t know about you, but I could use a beer.”

Emmy smiled “Sure. Sounds good.”

“Can I-“

“No.” Steve cut Rori off “You can have a juice box. What flavour do you want?”

“Can I have apple please?”

“Sure.” He turned to Harry who was sat at the table, pushing a small car across the surface “Hey Buddy, you want a juice box too?”

“Owange pwease.” He looked at Steve who nodded and moved to the fridge. He passed the kids each a drink, piercing Harry’s with the straw for him before he moved to the wine cooler and pulled two beers out of the beer section at the bottom. He flipped the lids on the opener set into the unit and slid one over to Emmy as Rori hopped down from the table and announced the was going to the Den.

“Any luck on the apartment hunting?” he asked and she wrinkled her nose.

“Not really.” She shrugged. “We can’t agree on anywhere. I like a place, Pete isn’t so keen…he likes somewhere, I’m not sure.” She looked at Steve “How did you and mom agree on this place?”

“We just walked in and knew it was right.” He shrugged “We were in a slightly different position though. We’d been living in our apartment and the compound for so long, I think this place just ticked everything we wanted. Plus, your mom was pregnant with Jamie so…we saw past the tiny little niggles we had and focussed on the good bits and there were far many more points we liked. We changed the bits we didn’t eventually.” He looked around the kitchen “And it’s nice. It’s home.”

“Pete’s not really comfortable with you and mom saying you’d buy us somewhere.” Emmy said gently and Steve smiled, chuckling.

“I wasn’t comfortable with your mom basically buying this place either.” He shrugged “But, well as she pointed out we were married by then, it was a moot point.” He took a pull from his bottle “Did she ever tell you about the house we viewed before we got married?” Emmy grinned and nodded “Danni with an I, remember?” Steve snorted and then shrugged “Yeah, so I had a hard time with that because I had nowhere near as much money as your mom to put down but, it’s just money Em. Easy to say when you have it but if you and Pete are ready to settle down and be together then it shouldn’t be an issue. You want me to talk to him?” “No.” Emmy said quickly “Absolutely not. You already scare the sh…” she stopped herself swearing and Steve arched a brow “You scare the life out of him.”

“Good.” Steve grinned “I’m your dad. That’s my job.”

Emmy rolled her eyes and Steve bit back a chuckle, checking his watch. It was almost 7pm. So much for an early night for this lot.

“Right, I’m going to order dinner.” He said, “Fancy doing me a favour?”

“Sure.” Emmy shrugged

“Can you get Harry a bath and into his pyjamas? I’ll round the other two up once you’re done.”

“No bath from Emmy.” Harry mumbled “Momma gives me my bath.”

“Momma’s sleeping buddy, but she’ll come down in a little while for dinner ok?”

Harry looked at him and then grinned “Emmy…daddy got momma wet yesterday.”

Steve spluttered on his beer as Emmy looked at him, arching an eyebrow.

“He means at bath time.” Steve hastily explained “Harry was splashing and it ended up in a slight water fight…”

“Well of course, what else could he mean?” Emmy rolled her eyes before she groaned “God that’s a disgusting image…”

Steve blushed a little before he shook his head, pulling out his phone. “Pizza?”

Emmy nodded before she frowned “Actually, whilst I’m ok with whatever, surely mom would prefer her favourite if she’s feeling down?”

Steve pondered “Good point. I can order from both. You want a burger or…”

Em nodded “I’ll have the same as mom, double cheese with a side of chilli fries…oh, and can we get some mac and cheese to share?”

Steve nodded “Consider it done.”

Emmy smiled and then stood up. “Ok Harry, let’s go get you bathed.”

Harry looked at her, before he grinned “Nope.” And in a flash he was off his chair, sprinting out of the room, cackling to himself. Emmy shook her head and with a snort took off after him. Steve watched them go, smiling to himself for a second before he set about ordering their dinner. ***** “Hey…” Katie looked at Steve as he emerged into her tower penthouse “You ok?”

“Yeah, no…I dunno.” He sighed, “I’m sorry to barge in and bother you but…”

“It’s ok, I’m not busy.” She looked at him frowning, “What’s up Steve?”

“I had a meeting with Fury before.” He said, “He was going on about the academy and stuff he has planned and…” he trailed off

“Say what’s on your mind.” Katie said gently, taking him in. It had only been 2 weeks since the battle of New York, and Steve looked absolutely exhausted. She could tell he wasn’t sleeping. She’d seen him a handful of times over the past fortnight and he’d started to look more and more drawn with each visit.

“It’s overwhelming” Steve said, shaking his head “Everything…it’s so noisy and…” he swallowed “Look, sorry, I’m just…I don’t know what I’m doing here. The world is so different. This isn’t me.” Katie pondered something for a minute, before she had a sudden wave of inspiration.

“Ever seen Niagara falls?”

“What?” Steve frowned, utterly perplexed at her change of subject “No, but what’s…”

“I think you need a little head space.” She mused, before she spoke “JARVIS?”

“Yes Miss Stark.” The AI responded and Steve jumped a little. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to the voice belonging to a man that didn’t actually exist.

“Can you patch through and get one of the jets ready. Set a course for Niagara, I want to take a trip.”

“Of course Miss Stark.” Jarvis said “Give me a moment.”

“We can’t just fly to Niagara.” Steve looked at Katie horrified “I mean…”

“The beauty of having a personal, private Jet is just that Steve.” She grinned “I can go where I want, when I want most of the time anyway.”

“Isn’t that a little...”

“Self-indulgent? Eccentric? Arrogant?” she looked at him, arching an eyebrow and he sighed, shaking his head.

“I didn’t mean that…I wasn’t…”

“Well if you did you’d be correct, of course it is.” She shrugged “But it comes in handy, and part and parcel of being friends with a Stark is you get the privilege too. And if you’re worried about the environment, don’t be. They run on self-sufficient energy sources, like this place.”

“Sorry.” Steve sighed, “I didn’t mean to sound rude.”

Katie shrugged, “It’s ok.”

“Miss Stark?” JARVIS spoke again “The Jet will be ready to leave in half an hour. Would you like me to organise a car?”

“No need, I’ll take mine. Can you have Happy sort the clearances for myself and Captain Rogers, and a car at the other side?”

“Of course”

“Thanks J.” she said, then she looked at Steve “How about it Cap? A little spontaneous fun might be just what you need?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh come on!” She pleaded “You need to learn to let go, live in the moment. Not everything has to be so serious Steve.”

Steve looked at her as she raised her eyebrows before he rolled his eyes “Fine.”

She gave him a grin and nodded “Ok, wait here, gonna grab my jacket.”

“Do I need anything?” he asked “Like to fly or…”

“No, you’re good.” She tossed over her shoulder as she headed into her room. Shoving on a pair of sneakers and grabbing her leather jacket she walked back out to find Steve stood in exactly the same place he had been, his hands twisting together almost nervously. She took him in for a moment, he was wearing a pair of light grey slacks, a blue and white plaid with a white t-shirt just visible where the top 3 buttons where undone and a brown leather jacket. “Ok, so what’s your schedule like next week?”

“I err, I don’t have a….what?” he looked at her, frowning.

“Never mind, I’ll sort it. We’re going clothes shopping.”

“No, absolutely not.” He shook his head.

“Steve you can’t walk around dressed like that forever.” She scoffed “You want a quiet life? You’re gonna have to blend in a little.”

As she watched his face fell and she cursed herself. “It’s not that you look bad. You don’t, at all. But trust me, the more you can embrace the changes in your life the happier you’re gonna feel.”

“Who says I want to embrace it?” He mumbled.

“Don’t you?” she challenged, looking at him. He gave a sigh and shrugged. “Well, that’s up to you. I can’t make your mind up for you.” “No? You’ve done a pretty good job of that today so far.” He quipped and she looked at him.

“If you really don’t want to go then we don’t have to.” She replied, not a shred of annoyance or anger in her voice “I just thought it might be nice to get away from the noise. Both out there and in here…” she reached up and gently tapped his temple. There was a moment’s pause before Steve took a deep breath and smiled.

“No, I know. You’re right.” He nodded “Lead the way.”

“God I never realised how forceful I was.” Katie mused, watching as her past self and Steve headed into the elevator. She turned to Tony “I was worse than you!”

“Hmmmm” Tony rotated his hand in front of him on a so-so motion “Not quite…”

“He needed it though.” Katie mused “God he was so down for those few weeks after New York. I hated seeing him like that, so sad and lost.”

“You don’t know the half of it.” Natasha said and Katie turned to her, frowning.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.” Natasha said, airily as she too headed to the elevator “Come on.”

They made their way down through to the parking lot in time to see Katie unlocking the white range Rover that had ended up buried under the Triskellion. Steve hopped into the passenger side, and Katie said something to him. He turned, reached for his belt, clicked it in and then looked at her, arching his brows. She nodded and then pulled the car out of the spot.

“He hated seatbelts.” Katie said fondly before she imitated his deep baritone “They didn’t have these in my day…”

“Seatbelts, toasters, microwaves, headless and faceless voices…” Tony said, ticking them off on his hands “Mobile phones, TVs…” “Flashy billionaires in red and gold metal suits.” Katie nudged him, and he turned to look at her, his trademark smirk on his face. She sighed “He didn’t take long to come round, all things considered.”

They hopped into Tony’s car and emerged into sunny Manhattan from the underground lot. Katie smiled, taking it all in fondly. It had changed, dramatically following the events of the Snap and was still a very different place to the one she had once loved and called home. And then sure enough, the scenery was changing once more and they were pulling into the parking lot at Nigara Falls State Park. They all climbed out, and Katie followed Tony and Natasha through the throng of sight seers, taking the route she could remember with Steve. She could recall this trip like it was yesterday. They’d spent a few hours walking around, down to the Cave of Winds…which seemed to be where they were heading now. And, sure enough, after a little time walking Tony stopped and nodded to where her past self and Steve were stood on the Hurricane Deck, both in bright yellow ponchos. Katie knew what was coming and her face split into a grin…

Suddenly a sheet of water blew right over them, drenching them both. Steve’s face arranged itself into utter shock and Katie burst into laughter as she glanced up at him, his hair flattened to his head, water dripping down his face.

“I told you to put the hood up!” she howled, tipping her head back as she laughed. He glanced at her, wiping his face, before another wave blew over them.

“What, the hell!” he spluttered, before a grin split his face in two and he gave a chuckle as well, shaking his head. He turned to look at the waterfall, taking a huge breath, closing his eyes. After another few rounds of being drenched, Katie tapped his arm and jerked her head, the pair of them heading a little further down the trail. Steve reached up and brushed his soaking hair back from his face, looking at Katie who grinned back at him.

“Everyone who comes to Niagara has to feel the spray on their face.” She said.

“That wasn’t spray!” he spluttered “We might as well have jumped into the damned fall itself.”

“Now there’s an idea.” Katie mused “I reckon they’d let you if we asked.”

“Yeah, I mean I already did one plunge to my supposed death into icy water.” Steve looked at her “What’s another?”

“Ooh was that sarcasm?” Katie looked at him and he rolled his eyes.

“Maybe.” He shrugged and she laughed, shaking her head.

“Come on, we can head back up and grab a coffee. Take in the view where we’re safe and dry.”

Together they weaved their way back through the visitors, and Katie’s eyes were taken by a gang of people who were all pointing at Steve and nudging one another. “Don’t bother.” She said loudly, and they looked at her, frowning “It’s not him. He just looks very similar. Makes a killing as tribute act.”

“What are you talking about?” Steve looked at her.

“Tell you in a bit.” She said, grabbing his elbow and steering him up a small path towards a small outdoors coffee stall. “What’s your poison?”

“Erm..” he frowned “Just normal…I…”

“Can I get a large Latte and an Americano.” Katie turned back to the barista “You want cream or…”

“Please.” He nodded. He’d drunk it black mostly when on tour in the army, but that was because there wasn’t much of an option for any other way. She nodded to the barista, thanked him and reached for her purse.

“Oh, I’ll get it.” Steve said quickly, fishing his wallet out and handing over a note. Katie looked at him, smiled and thanked him and they moved further down to wait for their coffee. “So who makes a killing as a tribute act?”

“You.” She shrugged “Well, so I told them. They’d recognised you, I think.”

“Oh.” Steve looked around “Right…”

“It’s ok, I threw them off.” She said, smiling and taking the drink. She moved over to the table at the side, adding a sugar to hers and stirring. Steve did the same, another thing that had never been possible in the war and once they were sorted the two of them headed over to the little viewing area, which gave a safe look out over the expanse of the waterfalls.

“You’re right, it really is beautiful” Steve said, taking a sip of his coffee, his aviators placed on his face.

“Yeah, I like it.” Katie smiled.

“You come here often or…”

“Not been for years. “ She said “In fact, the last time was just after my 21st. Me and Tony came for a day out…well, I say day, we actually stayed over. Made a weekend of it. It was fun.”

“Fun.” Steve repeated. “Yeah, I remember that…”

Katie sighed “You know, I get that you’re pissed and confused, I would be as well Steve but you’re being your own worst enemy now.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, a little defensively. She turned to him, completely nonplussed by his tone and eyed him shrewdly

“You know, there’s a quote from one of my favourite films that sums up you and your ‘situation’” she framed the words with quotation marks using her fingers “…perfectly.” She looked at him, “You can either get busy living, or get busy dying.”

Steve took a deep breath, his face still trained on hers and she saw him swallowing a little.

“The world has changed Steve, there’s no escaping that.” She said gently, reaching out to take his hand, giving it a little squeeze “But that doesn’t make it any less beautiful.”

She watched as he took a deep breath and turned away from her, his hand still linked in hers as he looked back over the waterfall. He didn’t reply.

Katie wiped at her eyes as Tony dropped an arm round her shoulder, totally swept up in the emotion. “Fuck…” she swallowed, “I…”

“I know.” Tony said gently as she leaned into him, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“He just looks so…” Katie glanced at Steve “Defeated. That’s exactly how he looked in Wakanda when…” She trailed off “I hate seeing him like this.”

“I know but remember this didn’t last long.” Tony said gently “You got through to him.”

“Big time.” Natasha said, gently “This was a pivotal moment. He always told me that The Shawshank Redemption was a personal favourite of his, and this is why.”

“Yeah, I know. He’s told me.” Katie sniffed “In fact, he told me not long after we started dating that this moment was what made him kick himself up the ass, realise that he had to try and move forward. It’s why we came back here a few times….but it didn’t make it any easier for him you know? He still struggled…”

“No, but you did.” Natasha looked at her “You made it a hell of a lot easier for him. You know this.”

Katie nodded “Yeah, like I say, he’s told me plenty of times. Still, guess he had no option. Not like he could go back was it?”

“Well, he could have.” Tony shrugged “When I cracked Time Travel…”

“No I mean at the time.” Katie shot Tony a glare. “Stop being facetious…”

“Yeah, about that…that isn’t strictly true either. Well, maybe not the Time Travel thing but…” Natasha trailed off as Katie looked at her, frowning.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.” Nat smiled “Come on.”

Katie looked at Tony who simply shrugged before she tossed a glance back over to her past self who was now stood with Steve, both engaged in a conversation. She fondly recalled how it had taken a lighter turn, Katie telling Steve about her experiences in London, and he his, both of them sharing a laugh about how the two were very different. She made a mental note to tell him they needed to come back to Niagara soon, with the kids this time. Jamie, Rori and Harry would love it. With a final, fond look at the back of her soldier, she turned and followed her friend and brother towards the car.

*****

“Now this takes me back.” Katie smiled, fondly looking around the inside of Steve’s New York apartment that SHIELD had put him up in. It was clean and tidy, nothing out of place. Not unlike his home in DC had been, well, that is until she had descended upon it and caused chaos. She used to take great delight in moving things around and seeing how long it took him to notice and especially wearing odd socks which she would flash when she kicked off her sneakers and either dropped her feet onto the coffee table or up on the sofa besides him. He had hated that, so much so that for her birthday the first year he’d known her, he’d jokingly bought her a bumper pack of the items which were labelled with the days of the weeks on. More fool him though, as she’d simply mixed them all up and started wearing them on the wrong days. Rori now wore odd socks too, copying her, and Steve simply rolled his eyes every time he saw it, chuckling to himself. Just another way he had come so far from the uptight man he had been all those years ago.

She wheeled round as she saw Steve walk into the apartment, in the same outfit as she had been in at Niagara. She glanced at the calendar on the wall and realised it was the same day, this must have been the night they had gotten home.

Curiously, she followed him into the kitchen where he pulled out a beer and popped the lid with his hand.

“Show off.” Tony mumbled and Katie snorted.

“He still does that you know, not all the time but…when he’s feeling like wants to be particularly macho…” Katie smiled fondly.

The three of them watched as Steve sat down at the small table, both his large hands cradling his drink as he sat still, his eyes fixated on a spot on the wall, his face deep in concentration. Katie felt her chest contract a little, he looked so damned lost.

He reached for his phone, pulling it out, looking at it. It was a Samsung, Katie had shown him how to use it, she remembered and she also remembered showing him how to take photos with it, which she knew he’d done at Niagara, testing it out.

This was strange for her to watch, as she hadn’t been here for this moment previously. So she couldn’t know for sure what he was thinking as he looked at his phone. She took a step towards him, peering over his shoulder as she peered down at what he was looking at. It was a picture of the water fall he’d taken as they stood with a coffee, and then he swiped to the next one which was the first ‘selfie’ of the pair of them ever taken, one which still sat in a frame on the side in their hallway. Steve had crouched down to get into the frame, as Katie couldn’t quite reach far enough otherwise and he’d smiled, a little awkwardly, but it made for a good shot all things considered. She’d teased him relentlessly about being the Poster Boy of the damned War, but being so shit at actually taking a photo. So much so at one point he’d threatened to throw her over the railing. She’d laughed than and slapped his arm, drawing a chuckle from him in response.

Steve gave a little sigh as he looked at the photo, before he turned the screen off, drained his beer and pushed his chair back from the table. Picking up his jacket he left, locking the door behind him.

“What…” Katie looked at Natasha who nodded to the door.

Katie frowned, opened it and stepped through…and found herself in an office. Only this wasn’t at the Triskellion, it was at their base in New York. Steve was stood in front of Fury, who was lounging in a chair.

“I take it from the demand to see me immediately you’ve come to a decision?” Fury eyed Steve and the soldier took a deep breath.

“Yes, I have Sir.”

“And?”

“I don’t want to go back into stasis.” Steve spoke clearly “I was tempted but, well, I’ve been given a second shot at my life. I owe it to those men who didn’t not to throw it away.”

Fury took a deep breath and nodded “Good, I’m glad. Like I said a few months back, the world could still use a man like you Captain Rogers.”

Steve nodded “I’ll take the position in SHIELD it it’s still open. Just tell me where I need to be and when.”

Fury smiled “Consider it done.”

“Thank you.” Steve said, before he nodded to the door “I’ll see myself out.”

As he turned to go, Fury stopped him “I’m curious…what changed your mind, other than owing it to the dead?”

Steve hesitated and turned to the Director, a small smile on his face “Let’s just say I had my eyes opened. The world has changed, but it’s still a beautiful place.”

Katie’s breathing was deep as she watched Steve leave the office, “He…he was going…” the words caught in her throat as she looked at Natasha, completely in shock at the scene she had just watched.

Natasha nodded “Fury offered him the chance to go into stasis, to be frozen again, and brought back out if we ever needed him.”

“Like Hydra did with Barnes.” Tony said gently.

“He never told me that.” Katie sniffed, her eyes stinging with tears “He never mentioned any of this to me, I can’t…”

At that point she began to cry and she turned to Tony who wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed into his chest. The thought that he had felt so lost he had even considered this broke her damned heart and she couldn’t stop the tears as they continued to fall. And more so, she couldn’t understand why he had never told her.

“ ‘I’m only strong because you’re by my side’…remember those words?” Tony said gently.

“Of course I do.” Katie sniffed and wiped her eyes “It was in his wedding speech…”

“Exactly.” Tony smiled, reaching up to brush her tears away with his thumbs. “You gave him the strength to keep going when everything he knew, everyone he knew was lost.”

“Without you being there Steve would have ended up as nothing more than a Soldier, wheeled out by SHIELD when they needed him.” Natasha said gently “It’s twisted, I know, given Barnes’ history but that’s the way it is. Captain America would have been SHIELD’s version of the Winter Soldier. By showing him there was a life to live, he made that decision to damned well live it.”

Katie took a deep, shaky breath “I wanna go home.” She said gently “I wanna wake up, I’ve seen enough. I want my kids, I want Steve…”

“Just give us one more stop.” Tony said, softly “One more…please Kiddo, there’s something else I want you to see.”

Katie looked away as more tears brimmed in her eyes before she glanced back at her brother then to Natasha.

“I can’t…” “Do you trust me?” Tony looked at her and she sighed.

“Of course I do.”

“Then let me show you one last memory. And then…well, then we can say goodbye.”

“Jesus Christ Tony.” Katie cried, her voice cracking “Don’t say it like that.”

“Hey, look at me.” Her brother instructed, and she turned to face him, swallowing as tears poured down her face, her chest aching with raw emotion “You know this was never permanent. We’re gonna have to go at some point.”

“I know…I just…” Katie shook her head, stepping back a bit and wiping her eyes. She glanced back over at Fury who was furiously talking into his phone, most likely to Coulson from the snippets she caught as he discussed Steve and she took a deep breath, steeling herself and turning to Tony.

“Ok, let’s get this over with.”

“That’s the spirit.” Tony smiled, dropping an arm round her shoulder.

As they headed into the corridor, Tony looked around, taking the surroundings in as they walked to the elevator.

“Do you remember my speech?” he asked as he hit the ground floor button. “At your wedding, I mean.”

“Of course I do.” Katie said “I remember yours, Steve’s Sam’s…Steve nearly died at Sam’s comment about being friends with Captain America doubling your chances of getting laid”

“Yeah, it was pretty funny, but mine was better.” Tony said flippantly, and Katie rolled her eyes, snorting a little as the elevator doors closed.

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Mellilla || Owen P. Joyner

Chapter three~ is it a date?

"We'll end up late, come on Val," Dahlia knocked on the bathroom door. Valerie grabs as she exits the bathroom.

"Finally," Dahlia remarks and grabs her bag.

The girls arrived just in time at the gym.

"See you later and good luck," she gave Dahlia a hug and kissed her cheek.

"Love you," the brunette shouts as she enters the gym.

All the girls on the team were ready and waiting for Dahlia as she changes into her knee guard and trainers.

"Okay girls. This is the last game before the state championship tournament next month. We're already qualified but don't take this easy, yeah? We still wanna be leader of the league right?" The girls nod in unison.

"Great so give everything." Everybody put their hand in the middle as they screamed their slogan.

When the team made a short break, until the last ten minutes before the game started. Dahlias graze wandered through the crowd on the stand. Her eyes stopped as she recognized a golden haired boy in the middle of it. His blue eyes, she thought they'd be blue, already glued on her and he began to smile as he saw her sweaty face.

"Why are you staring at Joyner?" Amber interrupted their graze.

"I am not," she shrugged her shoulders and walked away from her not wanting to hold this conversation with her.

It was obvious that Amber had the biggest crush on the boy since they began their freshman year.

"Wait I wanna know," she ran after the brunette.

"He's all yours," she gestures with her hand to go on.

"I know, I know but he's looking at you and not me," she humps.

"Well I can't control his eyes, Amber," Dahlia exclaims, finally leaving her behind.

The game came to a happy end for Dahlia's team and they were making their way into the locker room. A hand grabbing her arm making her stop, she turned around and now she can definitely say that there are blue eyes looking at her.

"Can I help you?" Her eyebrows knitted.

"I.. maybe you wanna grab some food when you're finished," he suggests.

"Ye.. yeah why not. In twenty minutes at the front?" He nodded and went to the door.

Dahlia finished up a few minutes early. Her hair still wet but she didn't want to dry it.

"You're already here," Owen remarks.

"Yeah. Hopefully you don't mind my hair or my outfit," she points up to her ponytail and then down to her leggings and her long sleeve shirt.

"No. No it's alright," he insists. Owen began to lead the way to his car.

He opens the door for her and she hoped in mumbling a small thanks.

"Can I ask you something?" Dahlia turns in her seat.

"You already did but yeah go on," he watches her out of his periphery.

"Why me?" Her graze fell down to her lap where her hands were fiddling with the fabric of her shirt.

"I..I really don't know. We've great conversations and I mean you're the only one that doesn't bother me during rehearsal or any other period of school. You're also not talking about me or my acting."

"Nothing you'd know about," she mutters.

"What," he faces her a millisecond and then back to the street.

"Nothing. Go on," she insists.

"It's like all this doesn't matter to you. That I was away filming the whole summer."

"Which was three years ago and I was still in middle school," she explains.

"Why are you in the senior band?"

"Mr. Trent wanted me to"

"He'd all reasons to," he compliments and she feels her palm beginning to sweat.

"Well thank you, Owen," her cheeks turned pink which caused him to smirk. "But you're really good yourself, Mr Joyner," she teased pushing his shoulder slightly.

The teenager arrived at a diner which had a big neon sign on its exterior boomerang diner.

"I love this place," Dahlia remarks as he parked the car in the lot.

"Good choice," his eyes lit up as he looked at her excited frame.

He walked to her door and opened it, she mumbles a thank you and took his hand as he helped her exit the car.

They entered the diner and the smell of bacon, Pancakes and marble hit their nose.

"I reserved a table," he walked over to the waitress and implies with with two finger the number.

"Yeah, follow me," the two were glued to her heels as they step to the table.

The teenager thanked her as she walked away.

"Soo," Dahlia began, nervously fiddling with the hem of her sleeve.

"Soo," he mirrors her gesture. "I don't want to be inappropriate and pushy but can I.. can I maybe ask you something," his hand were on the table and played with the napkin holder.

"No. Go ahead."

"Do you and Hunt.."

"NO. No. I mean he's Val's brother and my sisters boyfriend. I wouldn't, no," she interrupted him.

"Good. Good," his tensed body eased a bit.

"Do you have a boyfriend right now?" She just shakes her head.

"That's great," he mutters.

"You're ready to order?" The waitress was back at their table.

"Can I get a grilled chicken salad and a chocolate shake please," Dahlia explains.

"For me please the bacon ranch burger, fries and a Pepsi please."

"Of course. This takes a moment," she left them.

"I took you here to eat some lunch and not only salad," he erupts in laughter which she joined.

"I'm just not hungry." Her phone began to ring. "Just a sec okay?" Her forehead creased and he simply nods. She walks out accepting the call.

"Val? What's wrong?"

"Maybe I'm at the gym right now but yore not there." Shit.

"I totally forgot to write you. We ended earlier and now.. well..," she stutters.

"Iamatthedinerwithowen," she adds in one breath.

"You what?" Her voice becoming louder.

"That's awesome. Have fun. Call me if I'd pick you up." Without another word she ended the call, leaving Dahlia speechless.

She decides to write Emma a quick text that she wouldn't made it tonight and then getting back inside.

"Well that was fast," he comments when Dahlia was seated again.

"Yeah we understand each other without much words," she chuckles shyly, tugging a strand behind her ear.

"Beautiful," he mutters under his breath.

"What?" She heard, she definitely heard what he'd said but she wants to hear him say it clearly.

"Nothing" his voice just above a whisper. He runs his hand through his hair, biting his bottom lip.

It was an understatement calling him cute, he was hot almost steamy.

"Dahlia?"

"Yes?" Her head snapped up.

"Enjoy your meal," he beams towards her.

"You too," she radiates more power than the sun.

"So. How's your salad?" He swallows his bite.

"Really fresh and your burger?"

"You wanna try?" He raises it and hold it to her.

"Well yeah." She bit a tiny piece off. She chew it and swallowed before humming.

"Relly great, a bit greasy, but delicious," she states.

"Wait you got something on your," he gestures on his cheek but she wipes with her index on the point he implied.

"No. Let ne help you," he grabs a tissue and wipes the ranch dressing off of her cheek, they began to flush.

"Thanks," she whispers, a shy smile on her lips. A smirk creeping on his lips.

"So Lia, can I call you that?" She nodds.

"When and where was the first time you had you first date?"

"I didn't have one yet," she shruggs her shoulder.

"You don't think this is one?"

"Well, I don't know. Is it?" She requests.

"If you want to," his eyes observing her features, her small scare on her cheek moves lightly when she smiles. He thinks it cute, she's cute.

"Where do you got this from?" His index fell on the scar.

"That's a fun story, actually. I was in the garden and we have a sandbox. My brother, my sister and myself played in there, a lot, and one time my brother peed in there while we were sitting in it and we laughed so hard. My sister had the shovel in her hand, sways it frantic," she stopped due to her laughter.

"And she hit it right there and I cried cause of the laugher and the pain," he joined her.

"That sounds painful," Owen states.

"It was. It really was but in that moment it didn't hurt, you know what I mean?"

"I totally do!"

"When did you start to play the drums?"

"I wished one for my seventh birthday. At first I didn't started to play but someday I did and I'm glad I did," he winked at the brunette in front of him.

"Yeah kinda," she rolled her eyes.

"You like it," she stole one of his fries and shoved it into her mouth.

"Hey," he grabs her hand pulling it close to his face, taking the last bite.

"You're rude,"

"I am? Who stole the fries?" He rose an eyebrow and she nodds.

His graze wanders through the diner falling on a karaoke machine.

"No no no," her view laid on the item he observed.

"Come on, one song,"

"What's my profit of it."

"A great performance with me," he laid his head into his palms, his elbow resting on the table.

"Well, okay let's do it," he stands up, reaching for her hand and pulling her towards the machine.

"Okay so we've Something just like this; Don't stop me now; Shape of you; Time after time; Closer; Fireflies. What do you wanna sing?" He turns around to her.

"Time after time?" It was more like a question itself.

"Sounds good."

He pressed the song and it was his turn to start.

Lyin' in my bed I hear the clock tick

And think of you

Caught up in circles confusion

Is nothing new

Flashback warm nights

Almost left behind

Suitcase of memories

Time after

He grabs Dahlia's hand spinning her under his arm.

When the refrain came the teenager sung together.

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting

Time after time

Now it was Dahlia's time to sing alone, her hands began to shake and he squeezed it lightly, still holding it.

After my picture fades and darkness

Has turned to gray

Watching through windows

You're wondering if I'm okay

Secrets stolen from deep inside

The drum beats out of time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting

Time after time

You said go slow

I fall behind

The second hand unwinds

They stood close together, swaying from foot on the other. Owen takes her microphone, lowering his head to sing the last strophe with her.

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting

Time after time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting

Time after time

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