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tineechi · 3 years

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Kono Oto Tomare! Chapter 106 English Summary

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I’m making a raw translation because I am so excited but again, I am not a native speaker and may have tons of wrong things to say. So, take this with a grain of salt. :p Also, it is not a complete translation.

The chapter is entitled LOVE (with the Kanji for Love, which is also how Chika’s name is spelled). The line “All I needed was a bit of kindness” is written on the cover with Satowa giving a piece of strawberry cake to Chika.

It starts off with Atsumu and Momoya running together to where Chika is. Tetsuki sent the location via chat. This is a bit sad but Atsumu asks Momoya to show him the map because over many years of being bullied and chased after, he knows a lot of shortcuts and ways around this place.

Momoya says that he talked with his older brother on the phone and he said that he just wants to get Kudou back. Momoya continues on to say things about his older brother. His older brother is smart and how people don’t notice something because he looks excellent on the outside. On Momoya’s mind though, he thinks that “No, I was just pretending not to notice... the reason why you reached out to the son of your father’s mistress, why you contacted me regularly...”.

Momoya then remembers sitting on a swing with Uzuki and Uzuki saying things like “sometimes I think of destroying everything but everything is a hassle afterwards” and “I don’t even know myself when I’m in the middle of lies all the time”. Momoya then thinks that it has been Uzuki’s call for help (SOS) that has been going on for a long time. But at that time, Momoya chose not to get too deeply involved with his issues. Then he verbally tells Atsumu that this is the result of just continuing to look (not getting involved).

Atsumu pulls him to the right way and says that he noticed Uzuki’s situation now. It’ll be okay and they’ll make it in time. Awwww. These two!!! <3

The scene changes to Satowa and Chika and the thugs. Chika is surprised and tries to ask why she is here. Satowa shouts “Shut up Stupid (baka) Chika” hahaha.

She continues to scold him because he keeps choosing to do things on his own. Chika tries to explain that it wasn’t really like that but Satowa cuts him off with “I’ll tell you. I don’t want to be someone who is only protected behind you!” <3 Gaaah. Queen Satowa. Chika is left speechless! (I would too tbh)

The evil gang leader (forgot his name) interrupts and says things like he was surprised that a woman came to help Chika, etc. and continues to threaten them. He also keeps on calling Satowa “ojou-chan”, which is a way to call someone a “young miss” (from privileged families) and asks Satowa if she really understands the situation here. A goon comes a bit closer and Satowa kneels in front to Chika to cover him. Chika tries to pull Satowa’s arms and tells her “stupid, stop this” but Satowa turns around and hugs Chika.

THIS IS EPIC. Satowa said that if they want to hit, go ahead and hit her (while she’s hugging/protecting Chika). That is if they want to be caught by the police. She also says that they planned to make the Meiryo students their shields (pretending that Chika attacked the Meiryo student), but this will be the end of your stupid/dirty plan (if they hit her, she can just say the truth that they attacked her first). Some goons hesitate a bit but the stupid gang leader continues being stupid.

Uzuki interrupts and asks “Why?” and “Who are you to Chika?” Uzuki continues saying that he has checked/investigated all the people around Chika and says that she’s not his girlfriend (NOT YET BUT SOON! HAHAHAHA). Uzuki continues with “You’re just in the same class and club” and “You’re certainly the young daughter of the clan head (Houzuki clan) and you’re on the opposite world from Chika”.

He asks why she is willing to do this much. He says that after this, she might regret this for the rest of her life. Chika tries to interrupt by calling her name but Uzuki keeps saying “you don’t need to go that far..”

Then Satowa hugs Chika tighter and Chika is left speechless again. Satowa says “Because I like you.” She then shouts out “About Kudou... I like you VERY much!” while hugging him and crying. T_T Chika is SUPER surprised. Hahaha.

Satowa continues to say, “so I don’t want you to get hurt, I want to definitely protect you, I want to cherish you, I want you to laugh always and I want you to always be happy”. GAAAAH! <3

Then she shouts (probably for Uzuki to hear), “Is that wrong/bad?! Do you have a problem with that?!” (Uzuki is also stunned) Then, back to Chika she says “so, I won’t let go forever” (Satowa uses the 絶対 zettai- forever/always word here again) and “I won’t leave/ won’t let go”. My heart promptly exploded here. <3

Then Chika remembers his grandfather in the hospital (after the attack on the Koto shop) saying that he has one wish/request for Chika. Gramps said that he wants Chika to be happy.

Gramps said that he already told Chika before but he should use his hands to protect things/people important to him. Use them to catch/get things that make him happy. Gramps said that Chika can understand it. Even though he might not be good at studying (hahaha. the shade!), Chika’s not stupid. But Chika (with his personality) might sometimes treat himself roughly, or give up on himself or cut himself off from others. For now on, Chika will have moments when he has to make various choices. When that time comes, don’t hesitate. Choose the path that will make you happy. That is something only you can do. No matter how much someone reaches out or pushes your back (supports you), whether or not you step forward, only you can decide if you grab that hand. (The scene is Chika’s hand starting to move around Satowa’s back) Then, with Gramps smiling face, he says “Be happy Chika”. (Gramps is the best. T_T)

Then the full panel of Chika hugging (reaching out to) Satowa back tightly. <3

Uzuki is surprised and pulls the pipe from the leader’s hand. He is going to hit them with a pipe and Chika starts to react but DADDY Tetsuki comes to the rescue. He stops the pipe bare-handedly and throws Uzuki back. Everyone from the Koto club arrives and Hiro-senpai jumps at Satowa to hug her too! Hahaha. Hilarity ensues a bit because everyone is here.

Tetsuki asks the goons if they are not embarrassed because Chika is alone and there are 7 of them.

Then, DADDY TETSUKI looks at Uzuki (with that cool-ass handsome face of his) and says “Anyway, that’s it Uzuki...” (In Japanese, the line is ここまでだ koko made da Uzuki, so kind of like... This is it/or this is where it ends/this is as far I'll let you go, you get the meaning I think! Hahaha)

I LOVE THESE PEOPLE SO MUCH! hahaha. I’m so happy for Satowa and Chika (Although I initially thought that Chika would confess first but Amyuu-sensei made the best confession scene.) I can’t wait for the sweet shyness that’ll probably come after this though. Just imagining Chika and Satowa being shy and awkward is making me so happy inside. Hahaha. Although, we would have to wait for December for the next chapter I think. Gaaaah!

#Kono Oto Tomare!#KOT #Kono Oto Tomare #Chapter106 #Englishsummary #spoilers #この音とまれ #この音とまれ！

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elena-reina · 3 years

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You’re Done - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Can I get a bucky imagine where the reader messes up really badly on a mission, can she have fire powers, and bucky is there for her in the end. Maybe like a friends to lovers kind of vibe? Thank you! Love you!- Anon

Warnings: none

a/n: [For the sake of this imagine my bby Pietro is alive for his two seconds of fame ;)] There will be a pt 2. Idk when, but eventually.

“I need you all to lay low,” Steve’s voice spoke through the earpiece.

“Copy,” you along with the other Avengers said into the intercom in unison.

You have gone on many missions with the Avengers, however, this one was different. Most of the ones you’ve experienced were small track and point ones. Nothing like this where it was a life or death situation.

You had to capture one of the men named Azazel. He had vital information that was going to help the team out on a lead for the rest of the mission. You were a powerful asset to the team. The only issue was how much you underestimate yourself.

For weeks you had been training your powers and learning to keep them under control. There had been many incidents where you accidentally caused the sprinklers to go off at the tower for reasons we shall not speak of. But let’s just say they were all minor setbacks in your progress.

The team loved having you go on missions with them, but most of the time Steve wanted you to stay back at the tower and continue to train. You underestimate your powers and It took you many days to convince him to bring you on this specific mission. It wasn’t until you had a one on one with him that he finally gave in.

You had all the weight of the world on your shoulders. However, the adrenaline masked all the doubts running laps throughout your mind.

“I can see four of the guards standing by the door.. and I think a couple more on the other side of the building,” Wanda said slyly moving around the compound unseen.

“Could you at least try to make an effort to stay hidden,” Tony groaned, maneuvering around in the sky. “I can literally see your red head from here.”

“Listen Stark, you’d be caught long before I am,” Wanda smirked, sassily.

You softly chuckled to yourself.

“No, you listen Maximoff-” Tony began before Pietro cut him off.

“In all honesty, you’re not that witty Tony. Sorry, not sorry.”

“You know I don’t appreciate this slander on my title,” Tony mumbled.

While they bickered back and forth, you noticed one of the guards waving at the men to go inside the building. You ducked down when one of the men gave one last look around the area and went inside.

“They’re going inside,” you announced.

“Alright, here’s what we’re going to do,” Steve commenced going over the mission.

After listening to the entirety of Steve’s plan, you felt like there were some flaws in it. Naturally, you had your own plan in your head. Steve wanted everyone to go inside unnoticed and basically move around incognito. You, on the other hand, wanted to do it the old-fashioned way and all gang up together because there were more of you guys than there were of them. Or so you thought.

Sneaking inside the facility, you hid behind boxes and waited as Wanda and Pietro were the first ones to begin. Wanda would use her powers to mess with the men’s minds and make them fall asleep while Pietro would move their bodies to somewhere outside away from the rest of the Avengers. The building was old and looked like it could fall apart at any given moment.

Everything was going smoothly until one of the men, who had gone unnoticed by the rest of you, punched you harshly having you slam into the wall, sending an immediate alert to the people inside.

Clint and Natasha took awareness of this immediately and rushed by your side, but it was like the man had a vendetta on your head. He was overpowering all three of you and none of you understood how. Everyone was in full combat mode, and soon enough, almost a full army of them was coming out in groups. There was more of them than you thought there were.

Your fire powers were flowing out of your hand as you disintegrated any daggers or weapons they would try and throw your way. By this point, you were growing irritated and were having enough of this nonsense.

“Tell us where Azazel is!” you shouted holding one of the men up by the collar of his shirt. He smirked and pulled out a machine from the back of his pocket. You looked at it confused until you noticed a timer on it fastly counting down.

Your eyes widened.

“There’s a bomb in here!” you shouted into your earpiece.

“We’ll get this under control. Y/N, Bucky, and Clint get everyone out now!” Tony responded, already using his suit to find and defuse the bomb.

You were about to respond when you caught something out of the peripheral vision of your eye. You saw a door that was left cracked opened and decided to do a little digging for yourself. Looking around at the Avengers busy, you slipped away and entered the room. Silently closing the door, you moved behind a big crate to remain hidden.

Inside, you noticed a man dressed in all black with his back to you. You bet this was Azazel.

“Y/N, where are you!” Steve yelled into the earpiece.

You knew that you had to respond to Steve, but doing that would compromise your position. Without saying anything, you made a B-line towards the man.

“HEY!” you shouted, as who you assumed was Azazel, frighteningly looked up. He pushed boxes of glass out of his way and started to run. You weren’t going to leave him that easily and every place he tried to dodge into, you would blast up with your powers.

Picking up speed, you threw a firebolt at him hitting him in the back causing him to fall to the ground. You slowly sauntered over to him, a small triumphant grin on your face.

“Tell me what you know!” you fiercely shouted. Feeling bold, you had him exactly where you wanted. However, that confidence you once had faltered as his face then fell into a smirk. He pulled out a cylindrical device with a red button on top of it.

“Y/N! Do you copy!” Steve yelled again.

Ignoring Steve, you quickly extending your hand out to grab the device out of his hands but instead, you accidentally triggered your powers and blasted out an uncontrollable flame you’ve never seen or done before.

Azazel let out an excruciating scream of agony and the device slipped out of his hand. He was being burned alive.

“Oh no no no! What’s happening?!” you freaked, trying to get your powers under control. The flames emerged from your hands and began to consume everything within its path. It had a mind of its own and it was determined to burn everything to ashes.

Your screams rang throughout the room and Tony busted through the wall, frantically looking around. His eyes landed on you and the fire coming out of your palms.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Y/N STOP!” Tony yelled, wanting to get close enough to grab you, but the heat coming from the flames was too much, even for his suit. If anyone came close, they would have gotten burned as well. Pietro followed suit next to him.

You tried to stop them and bent down trying to grab onto Azazel, but this only made matter worse. It wasn’t until you felt a knife slice through the side of your arm, distracting you, that the fires coming from your hand died down.

You brought your hands up to your face horrified. His face and body were burned beyond recognition. You slumped to your knees and grabbed his lifeless corpse with one of your hands. His blood pooled out of his burnt clothes, coating your hands in warm crimson.

Looking further down his arm, you grabbed the device that was now barely holding together and looked at the odd wiring.

He was bluffing. It was a fake only to intimidate you.

“The bomb is going to go off! Everyone out-”

An ear-shattering explosion began to erupt throughout the facility before he could finish. For the most part, everyone was already on their way to the outside.

Pietro took awareness of you being out of it and quickly scooped you up into his arms and sped out of the exploding building. All of you had made it just in time before the entire building was already engulfed in flames. Pietro safely placed you down and grabbed onto your shoulders.

“Hey, are you alright?”

You nodded still shaken up.

“We almost fucking had him!” Tony exclaimed frustrated. “Let’s go.”

The ride back was silent. You had ruined the whole mission. You were mentally beating yourself up with a war inside your brain.

Why couldn’t you have just listened?

Back at the Avenger’s Tower, Steve ordered you to meet him at the office. You knew that whatever was coming wasn’t going to be good.

“Y/N, do you realize what you’ve just done?” Steve groaned, angrily placing his hands on the table in front of him. You looked around the room and at your hands that were covered in Azazel’s dried blood. You didn’t know that you were being set up. As a matter of fact, you didn’t even know that your powers had that much potential.

“I.. I didn’t mean to I was just-” you whispered, backing up to create some distance between you and Steve.

“You ruined the whole mission, Y/N! I told you that you were not ready!” he snapped, making your head jerk towards his direction. You opened your mouth to form words, but nothing came out. If you would have just had a moment to collect your thoughts, you would be better at articulating yourself.

“If you would just let me explain myself!” you shouted growing frustrated with overwhelming emotion, you felt your body getting hot. Taking a deep breath, you tried your best to calm the fire inside of you, quite literally.

Steve placed his hands on his hips and disapprovingly shook his head.

“You’re done.”

Your chest felt like it plummetted twenty feet underground. Despite the fire running through you, you felt your body grow cold. You had been training countless nights just to get where you are. There were so many things you wanted to say, while at the same time, you had nothing to say.

What was there to say anyway?

“What?” you managed to breathe out.

“Just go, Y/N.”

Steve then walked past you, leaving you standing in the middle of the complex. You clenched your fists and turned on your heel. You needed to get out. To blow off some steam before you burned the whole building down.

You rushed down the stairs, down every elevator, and all the way down to the empty field in front of the Avenger’s Tower near the aircraft. You felt the flames wanting to come out of your hands, but you tried your best to suppress them. Frantically looking around, you finally spotted a metal storage container.

Running inside, you shut the door and dropped to your knees finally letting the flames ignite. You cried your feelings out, this time not holding back. The flames engulfed the entire space.

A small part of you was fearful about not being able to contain it, but you knew you had to let it go. No one in this compound listens to you. It’s like they just want to keep you here to stay out of the way.

Was it for your benefit or theirs?

A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts, but you didn’t bother to turn around. Not that it would have mattered at this point. After releasing your emotions, you took a cold shower to cool off before coming back to your room at the Tower. The tower seemed empty. There was a stale stillness in the air that could be cut with a knife.

You couldn’t help but feel that everything was your fault. If you had just been able to stop underestimating yourself, maybe things would have happened differently. Or if you would have maybe just trained a bit more.

The door clicked signifying that someone was entering your room.

“Hey, mind if I come in?”

You turned around, lifting your gaze as your eyes fell on the handsome soldier before turning back around to face the window. There was nothing to be said. You and Bucky had always had this unspoken bond since the day you joined the Avengers. Whenever you were having a bad day, he was always there to talk about it and vice versa. Was there more underneath the surface than the two of you would like to acknowledge? Yes.

You watched as the trees flowed in the wind looking as peaceful as it could be, the opposite of how you were feeling.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

He closed the door behind him and trudged next to you. He pulled up a chair and sat down, mirroring your actions by gazing outside the window.

“What’s there to talk about?” you dismissed.

“No one is blaming you,” he said, leaning back in the seat and crossing his arms over his chest.

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Oh really,” you mumbled, “I’m sure Steve would beg to differ.”

Gossip spreads like wildfire throughout the Tower and there was no way that anyone was going to be oblivious to what was going on. There was no easy way to sugar coat it. You fucked up and Steve knew this would happen. It’s plain and simple.

“Steve is just upset right now and will get over it. The mission was already a work in progress, to begin with. I don’t know exactly what went down, but your powers are stronger than you realize and with just a little bit more training-”

“Stop!” you shouted, standing up. Your chair fell behind you with a loud thud. Bucky jerked his head at your outburst but remained seated. He knew you were overwhelmed and wasn’t going to invalidate how you were feeling.

“No one listens to me! I was doing what I thought was right! I didn’t realize what I was doing until it was too late. It doesn’t matter how much ‘training’ I do, no one is there to help me!”

“And you have every right to feel that way. No one is blaming you, things happen. We live and we learn. It a part of life, Y/N. I recognize that I will never understand the struggles you are going through, but I can try.”

“Don’t patronize me, Buck,” you frowned. Truth be told, you just wanted someone to appreciate you.

This time, he stood up and placed both hands on either side of your shoulders. “I’m not. Look, how about we go out tonight to get your mind off things. Then, when you’re feeling better, we can discuss a plan to talk it out with the rest of the team.”

“They’re not going to listen to me.”

“I’ll make sure they listen, okay? Now, go get dressed before I dress you myself. You’ve got thirty minutes,” he winked pulling you in for a hug, to which you gladly returned.

Maybe you do need a night out.

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arse-crack-thistle · 3 years

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quality time

rwrb and the five love languages | part four

in which bea nearly crashes from the stress of party-planning (aroace rep)

Princess Beatrice buzzes around The Masquerade, double-checking place cards, straightening table settings, and pulling dried rose petals from the centerpieces. She rented the concert venue for the night to throw a modern Valentine’s gala to benefit Henry’s queer youth center in London. He and Alex are around here somewhere, probably hooking up in a broom cupboard and definitely not nitpicking every detail like Bea is. Her assistant follows her with a clipboard and updates her on the schedule: t-minus three hours until guests arrive and, in the meantime, she needs to give final approval, soundcheck with the band, and get dressed up. Jeans and a blazer, while royal casual, are not party-appropriate, and tonight needs to be perfect.

She usually hates royal events like galas, but this one is special. Not because it’s Valentine’s Day—Bea could not give two fucks about the holiday—but because ever since coming out as asexual around Christmas, she’s been looking for an opportunity to help other queer people, or at least give them a public figure they could point to and say, “See Mum and Dad, she’s like me.” Henry and Alex got their chance, and now this time, it’s hers.

The stage lights up with pink and red; it’s cheesy, but Bea digs it. The concert was the one thing she would not budge on with her royal event planner. Did she want to reach into wealthy pockets? Yes. Did she still want to have a good time? Hell yes. And the band she’s joining for one night only happens to be just as queer as the charity they’re supporting.

Permanent Record, local to London, tune their instruments on stage. Bea has met them dozens of times over the last month and vibed with them instantly. Margot, the too-cool lead singer always decked out in a leather jacket and Docs, is ace like her, and as much as Bea has wanted to get to know them, there’s been no time. Turns out, party-planning and party-executing steals the host away from all meaningful human connection. She’s only been able to keep up with Henry because he’s partly responsible for this event.

The pit, full of tables covered in pink and gold, finally looks perfect enough for Bea to hand-off any other minute fixes to the planner and finally have her soundcheck with the band. But then, a large crash comes from the back of the venue, and she hears a loud shriek coming from a familiar voice, the one that’s been shrill and disapproving for the last month. When Bea runs up, she sees hundreds of shattered champaign flutes and her planner on the floor, blood oozing from her hands.

This cannot be happening. The only reason Bea kept this woman around was to take most of the day-of duties off her plate. But she’s in the back of an ambulance now, and Henry is nowhere to be found. Bea’s stress levels go from tolerable to unbearable as she orders her assistant to track down replacement flutes. The staff are quick to fill her other requests: a couple of people start sweeping, someone runs off to find her co-host, another tells the band Bea’s soundcheck will be postponed, and a brave soul steps up as a temporary assistant and follows her around the back tables to check for broken glass. Bea knows she doesn’t have to be the one to do this, but it seems like the success of this event lies solely one her shoulders. If something goes wrongs, it’s her face—not Henry’s—in the papers the next day. Powder Princess Crashes and Burns at Gay Ball. Christ.

After an hour, everything is sorted. There’s no glass. The planner is getting stiches. Permanent Record has started their soundcheck and sound amazing. But even their chill indie tunes can’t calm the princess. She needs to get on stage, but her stylist specifically requested she have at least two hours to work his magic, which is not going to happen.

Bea tells her assistant to get her stylist and his team to the venue, because she won’t be able to leave, and warn him he’ll only have an hour at best. Henry and Alex have already taken off to get ready, and she has to remind herself to smack them later for abandoning her.

She tugs off her blazer, drapes it over a chair, and rolls up her sleeves. If she does get her hands on a guitar, she’ll explode. It’s all she can think of to stop her from raiding the bar at the back.

“Better late than never, eh, Princess?” Margot says as she huffs on stage.

One of the stagehands gives Bea her beautiful sleek, black Fender Stratocaster, and her anxiety reduces itself to a hum. Music can’t cure all, but it certainly keeps her from wrecking every good thing in her life.

“Let’s just play,” she says.

But it’s anything but perfect. Whatever chemistry she had with Permanent Record somehow jumped into the Thames between their last rehearsal and now because this is an absolute travesty and she’s only playing two songs with them tonight. She’s forgotten measures of one song and can’t find the chords fast enough in her solo of the other. Utter shit.

Why does she even fucking bother?

She always fucks everything up. Always. Why did she think she could put this on? Sure, she’s chaired these events before, but not ones she actually cares about, not ones she’s actually put her heart into. Christ, no wonder. She should’ve known it would turn out like this. She’s the anti-Midas; everything she touches turns to shit.

No kid will ever see her as a queer role model. She’s the girl they point to and say, ��See Mum and Dad, what a waste.”

She needs a hit so fucking bad.

Which is why she has to get out of here ASAP. Before she does anything she’ll regret. She won’t slip again, and she won’t be the reason this gala fails. Henry can handle it without her.

So when Margot calls for a five-minute break, Bea excuses herself and hands off her guitar. On her way out the door, she tells the stagehand to find her assistant and tell her to have Henry take over. The hard part is over thanks to the planner actually being brilliant at her job, even if she and Bea would never get along.

No doubt, cameras are already lined up outside, so she hides in one of the green rooms and locks the door behind her. If she just takes a deep breath and calms down, she can bring herself back from the edge.

Five things she can see: The 1975, Arctic Monkeys, Oasis, Solange, and Fiona Apple’s signatures on the artist wall.

Four things she can feel: the worn leather on a crusty couch, the chipped-paint walls, her toes in her shoes, and her fingers through her light brown hair.

Three things she can hear: the ticking from the clock, the click of her heels as she paces, and a knock at the door.

Two things she can smell: decades-old musk from artists past—no doubt coming from the couch—and her light perfume on her wrist.

One thing she can taste: a hint of coffee from earlier.

She breathes in and out, and the knock on the door continues.

“Bea, are you in there? Could you let me in?” Margot. Essentially a stranger. She supposes it’s better than facing a disappointed Henry, so she opens the door and promptly relocks it as soon as they’re inside.

“Christ, this place is legendary, isn’t it? Everyone’s played here—is that Bob Dylan? Fucking nuts,” Margot says, pointing to the wall.

“I’ve seen loads of people here. Always wanted to play here myself,” Bea tells them. She traces Lizzo’s signature. That was a fun night; Nora and June flew out for a girls’ night, which was ultimately crashed by Pez.

“Me too, and the rest of band as well, I suppose.” Margot looks at Bea and smiles. They’re brown eyes crinkle in the corner, and it reminds her of Alex. “And now we get to, eh, Princess? Couldn’t’ve gotten here without you. The whole world knows Permanent Record now.”

“You could’ve done it without me,” she says. “You will tonight anyway.”

“Hey.” They reach for Bea’s hand. “Everyone has some hiccups before a big gig. It’ll be grand, but only if you’re there. This is your night as much as it is ours or the youth center’s. You have no idea how important it is for your lot to shine a light on causes people shy away from.”

That makes Bea smile. For so long she wanted to hide from her position. She wanted freedom to do whatever she pleased, but now she understands the power she has, even if people still see her as “The Powder Princess.” No matter what she wears, millions of fashion influencers share links to her clothes. If she walks into a restaurant, their yearly profits skyrocket. When she told the world she was ace, thousands of people messaged her and said the same. One of them was Margot, telling her about their undiscovered band from South London.

She tells Margot how that was one of the first times she really felt like herself. Completely at peace with who she is. How that peace got away from her and turned this gala into a near-panic-attack-inducing event, she doesn’t know.

“Have you let on how stressed you’ve been to anyone?” Margot asks. The two sit together on the couch after Margot bravely plopped themself down on the dirty, old thing.

“Hadn’t the time,” she says. Truthfully, Bea doesn’t think she’s had a genuine conversation with anyone since the gala’s conception.

Margot throws their hands in the air. “Well, there you go then! You’ve got to take the time! To take care of yourself. To hang out with your mates. Just to have some goddamn fun, Bea! Come on! You think I’d be a functioning human if I didn’t let loose with my mates every now and then? This—” They gesture to their body, covered in tattoos and tattered black clothing. “Doesn’t happen on its own.”

Bea laughs. It’s been so long since she’s laughed from anything other than stress. “Right, so how does this all happen then?” She swirls her hand in Margot’s direction.

As they chat, Bea relaxes. They talk about their families and uni and music and coming out. Bea tells Margot about the time she and the gang went to the karaoke bar where Henry got wasted and sang Queen horrifically. Margot tells her about the time in year twelve when they got dared to try out for the school play and ended up playing an old man in the most unbelievable bald cap.

Eventually, the two of them pull out their phones and play a few games of Among Us until Bea’s desperate assistant finds her and pleads for her to get ready though the door. They only have an hour before guests arrive.

“You all right?” Margot asks. “Want to go out there and try again?”

Funny how it doesn’t seem so scary anymore. How it only took a short break, a nice chat, and a little pink astronaut to put Bea at ease. She smiles. The notes come back to her fingertips.

check out the rest of my rwrb and the five love languages series: part one, part two, part three, and part five. (links to come as they’re released)

listen, my permanent headcanon is aroace bea and you will never convince me otherwise and i will never write her as anything else bc i love her so much!! (that being said, if you ship her with anyone, i totally understand). also, i reference a fic of mine i wrote for winterfest so if you want to check out my version of bea’s coming out, you can do that here! and finally, i know this wasn’t a romantic fic for romance week but like i said in part one, valentine’s day is different for everyone. <3

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rogue-barnes-16 · 4 years

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THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF NATASHA ROMANOFF (part V/?)

Summary: after the too convenient disappearance of Natasha Romanoff, the Avengers —a local biker gang— search for help in the most unexpected place in order to get their friend back. Will it help, or will the situation just get more twisted and dangerous?

Pairing: biker!Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre: angst-ish (biker gang au)

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Warnings: language

A/N: I've been kinda missing for quite a while, posting something here and there, but I kinda miss writing regularly so I'll try come back to posting twice-thrice a week, but you gotta give me a bit to get some shit rearranged and written for that schedule to be possible. Meanwhile, enjoy this part of the series and if you wanna be added to the taglist, send an ask <3.

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I took a deep breath and threw myself against the backrest, waiting for the first location to load while my hands ran through up my face and through my hair.

A yawn escaped my lips as I checked the laptop's clock first, and the timer for the code to do its magic second.

Leaving the laptop over the chair where I had been sitting, I walked my way to the kitchen and poured myself what would be the fourth coffee of that morning.

As soon as I finished, I made my way to the balcony were I used to spend those early mornings with my mug held between my palms.

I took a sip of my coffee, resting my elbows over the small balcony's railing. My were eyes closed as I breathed in the forest morning breeze.

"So much for saying it was a one-night stand." A teasing voice behind me asked, and a grin tugged the corners of my lips. "You still here?"

"It's been two weeks since that." I taunted him, taking a sip. "get over it."

"can't get over you." He dramatically stated in his morning husky voice, which made the sentence seem way more romantic than I thought it was.

"So fucking cheesy." I laughed.

"Bare with me, doll." feeling his lips against my temple made my smile wider while a pair of hands traveled from behind me to rest on my hips. "this is mine." he tugged the hem of his jacket, which I was wearing.

I hummed in response, leaning my back against his chest. "It's chilly out here. I didn't wanna get cold."

He tugged the hem of his jacket eagerly, feathery kisses tracing a path from my shoulder to my neck "come back to bed" I chuckled at his eagerness . " it's still warm."

"I got work to do" I replied noctant with the sole goal of sort-of upsetting him in a playful way. "No time for cuddling."

"Please, Y/n." he whined, slowly pulling me away from the balcony to take me back to the bed. "Just ten minutes."

"It's not gonna be ten minutes." I retorted playfully, turning around to kiss his lips as we entered the bedroom once more. "You're not fooling anyone with those puppy eyes, Barnes."

He let out a subtle laugh "at least you won't get cold."

I shivered.

It was always a little bit too chilly during the morning in that balcony.

I felt the urge to squeal when a jacket was suddenly thrown over my shoulders as a reply to my subtle shiver.

I held it back, though, and instead, grabbed the lapels clothing offered and put it on while a tall figure made its way to my side "Drop the coffee, yunky." Sam teased, resting his elbows over the railing without sparing me more than a subtle glance. "it's like the tenth one I see you with this mornin'."

"It's just the fourth one." I responded, looking before me to avoid eye contact with him as I took a sip of the coffee. "It's nice to see your level of drama hasn't changed at all."

"it's good to see your level of sarcasm is still the same, too." I shook my head with a smirk I couldn't hold back. "I kinda missed that annoying sass."

"Oh boy, ain't I aware of that."

His amused yet brief chuckle preceeded a surprisingly soothing silence between the two of us.

"So" I looked over to him and, by the knowing half smile in his face as he watched me intently, I just knew what he was going to mention. "a boyfriend?"

"Hell no," I denied with a scoff. "we're not talking 'bout that."

"C'mon, Y/n." he whined, turning to face my side. "I won't tell Barnes."

"Sam" I pinched the bridge of my nose as all the bad memories from those last days with them came back around, as if they had been summoned by Bucky’s last name. "I still don't trust you. Any of you."

"Uh... Sorry."

"Like-- I appreciate you tryin" I explained the best way I could. "but we're not there yet, and I don't know if we ever will."

"Yeah I'm-"

I shut my eyes as the self-awareness of how rude I might have sounded hit me. "I'm sorry I-"

"No, no, I'm sorry, you're right." he sighed, rubbing is hands together in an anxious manner. "And... I know it's not my place to ask any of this, but-" he took a split second to measure his words before speaking. "You're happy with him, right?"

I frowned, not at the question itself, but at what was carefully hidden behind it. "what d'ya mean?"

"I mean, you're with him because he makes you happy, right?"

"Wilson, why the fuck would I be with him if he didn't?" I inquired, now turning around to face him as my tone turned more hostile each passing second.

"I shouldn't be sayin' this but-"

"But you're gonna say it anyway." I finished. He opened his mouth a couple of times but nothing came out. "C'mon, what d'ya mean?"

"Listen-" he glanced around before continuing the sentence he had just started. "I'm just sayin I hope it's 'cause you're happy together and not 'cause of Bucky."

We eyeballed each other for a hot second while the anger built up inside me, making it so damn hard for me not to explode.

"Y'know what? I'm not havin' it." I stated, stepping away from the balcony in order to reach the living room.

"That's not an answer."

"You don't fuckin' deserve one." I hissed, grabbing the laptop to finish what was left to do as quickly as I could, now eager to flee out of there.

How dare him? I thought to myself. Who the fuck gave him the right to say shit like that.

The moment I was done with the laptop, I smacked it shut and, picking up my jacket, I rushed downstairs.

I was so inside my thoughts that I ended up bumping into Bucky on my way out, which left us both with barely enough balance to avoid falling down the stairs.

"Shit- sorry."

"Don't worry." he let go of my forearms, which I didn't know he was holding, and I shockingly enough, had to do the same, since I gripped his arms to avoid falling. "You okay?"

"Yeah- I mean..." I puffed, affirming with my head. "I'm fine."

"I..." I stared into his eyes for a moment, watching him trying to read me in order to find out what was wrong. "You sure?" I only nodded as his worried irises observed me. "you finished?"

"Yeah, everything's set in the laptop already." he mumbled an 'alright' and stepped aside, freeing the way for me to exit. "I... I really hope you find her."

"I'll call you if I need your help again." he answered, and, right after, attempted to climb upstairs.

"Bucky wait!" I followed him just to be close enough to be able to grab his hand, which made his whole body tense. "I changed my number." I explained whilst getting a pen out of my pocket to scribble my new number on his palm. "there it goes." I let go of him with a pang of sadness that I wouldn't even admit to myself. "keep me updated." I requested, trying my best to ignore the tinge of red creeping up his neck and ears.

"Okay. Have a good time with your boyfriend." what was meant to be a smile ended up as a pursed lip, and I couldn't blame him since I felt my mouth doing the same gesture as I climbed downstairs to the door.

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BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I double checked Natasha's phone's latest locations, which Y/n had managed to get before leaving, before going back to the map in order to revise which were areas out of New Jersey and Queens.

"Hey" I spun my head to the door frame, against where Sam's side was now resting. "How's it going?"

"Uh... I think we have something." I informed him, pointing at one small area near the center of Manhattan. "I called Carter— I know, Steve's gonna kill me." I stated, anticipating whatever Sam must have thought of saying out loud. "She said Hydra's boys have been seen in this area for a while and--"

"I wasn't asking 'bout Nat." he cut me off, tilting his head to the side slightly while the faintest tinge of worry showed up in his eyes. "I meant-- y'know what I meant."

"What d'ya want me to say?" I questioned with a wannabe-careless shrug. "It's going. Just like it's been goin' for 'bout year already."

I took a peek at his face and I just knew he was about to explain to me how different it had been today from the rest of that year of me drowning in self-pity.

"Don't-"

"She got a boyfriend."

"Yeah, I heard that too." I replied sarcastically, getting up in order to reach for the phone again.

"What I mean-"

"She moved on, I know." I finished his sentence, starting to mark Peggy's number once again. "Can you focus on-"

Sam teared the phone away from me in a swift movement, which left me shocked for a couple of seconds.

"what the hell, Wilson?"

"Don't call Peggy," he warned me, locking the phone and placing it in his pocket. "Steve's gonna end you. And-"

"I swear if it's 'bout-"

"I wasn't gonna say that she moved on, you idiot." he snapped. "I was gonna say, don't do anything fucking stupid."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means she's not single." my friend warned me with arms crossed, no longer resting against the door frame. "It means that if somethin' happens and she doesn't stop it-"

"Nothin'll happen," I assured him with a sting of pain in my heart.

He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm just sayin'..."

"Sam."

"I'm tryna help, man." his reply sounded as a desperate whine. "If you do something stupid and her relationship goes south, the blame's gonna be on you."

"It wouldn't-"

"It will," he argued, lowering the voice before continuing. " 'cause it's easier to blame the ex who fucked her up."

"We're all adults."

"Yeah" he agreed. "but you're my friend and I don't wanna see you bawling and weeping for another year."

"I'll be just fine."

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princesweetpea · 5 years

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Until I Wrap Myself Inside Your Arms, I Cannot Rest

Sweet Pea x Aurora Jones (oc)

Warnings: language and just pure filth. smut central. unprotected sex.

Theme Two: Black Magic (Supernatural)

Word Count: 2,588 words

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A/N: That good good is under the cut. Happy Halloween, ghouligans.

“Hello, Mantle. How can I be of service on this fine Hallows’ Eve?” Rory asked monotonously, not bothering to look up from her book as the bell above the door dinged. Reggie Mantle shuffled inside, slightly taken aback by the effortless identification. He pulled his hood off and cleared his throat as he approached her, though his voice still seemed to break when he spoke.

“I’m here for a reading, I guess.” Her eyebrow raised as she finally allowed her eyes to leave the page to give him a once-over. She hummed, dragging her finger to bend the corner of the page before shutting the book.

“Can’t manage to schedule a reading with one of your daddy’s friends in The Order?” She chuckled.

“The Order doesn’t dabble in party tricks.” Reggie scoffed. ‘Party trick?’ I’ll show you ‘party trick.’

“Tarot or crystal gazing?” Rory questioned, rising from the leather armchair and sauntering toward her divination table at the center of the small room.

“Tarot… I guess.” He fidgeted with his sleeve. His eyes scanned the many small bottles that lined the shelves, attempting to decipher the runes that labeled them.

“You sure are doing a lot of guessing.” She quipped with a grin as she took her seat. He grunted in response, obviously paying her no mind.

“What’s this?” Reggie asked, his eyes glued to a small bottle of a luminescent pink powder. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from it.

“Ah, that… That is called ‘Linunt Fucoque et Venerem,’ or ‘the pollen of Venus.’ Very potent and very dangerous, if not used correctly.”

“What do you mean? What is it for?”

“It’s used for mainly spicing things up in the bedroom,” Rory wiggled her eyebrows, leaning further back into her chair and propping a leg over the wooden armrest. “Couples come in, desperate for a final attempt to save their relationship, and I give them a very minuscule amount for them to either breathe in or dissolve in a drink, then bam. It’s basically a metaphysical aphrodisiac. It… heightens the senses, so to speak.” Rory retrieved a bundle of sage from a small wooden box and lit the end before wafting the smoke over a stack of tarot cards.

“What’s so dangerous about that?” Reggie snorted, seemingly more interested by the second.

“It’s all in the dosing, really; on one hand, not enough and nothing really happens that can’t be taken care of by oneself. On the other hand, too much and it’ll take hours to satisfy.”

“How much is too much?”

“A full ounce.” Rory stated before placing the burning sage in a bowl, letting it extinguish naturally.

“And anything more than that?” Reggie turned to her; his brow raised in a perfect arch mischievously.

“If you don’t have a partner or there’s no one around for you to work it out with for a couple of days… death.” She shrugged nonchalantly. His face fell as he took a long step in her direction away from the shelves. A chill rippled through his body like electricity.

“Right, anyway… Let’s get this freakshow on the road.” Reggie mumbled as he took a seat at the small, circular table. Freakshow? She gritted her teeth, not keen on letting his snide comment and attitude go unaddressed.

“Choose one of these four stacks. Pick the one that resonates with you,” Reggie snorted at her request before picking the third stack to the left. Rory shot daggers at him as she spread half of the stack into a fan shape in front of him before pulling out several cards. So far, it wasn’t the most positive of readings. “Now, what question would you like to ask?” She inquired apprehensively.

“Will Veronica ever get back with me?” He asked, seeming defeated. Rory furrowed her brow as she let the energy of the cards guide her hand before landing on the right one. She flipped it over and placed it before him.

“The Hanged Man. It’s probably best that you let her go,” She informed him before pausing. She stiffened as the hairs on the back of her neck stood. “What question did you really come to ask?” His body went rigid; his jaw clenching and unclenching. “I’m sensing some… familial conflict,” Her hand was unexpectedly moving over the cards again, immediately guiding her to flip one over. Death. He immediately stood, snatching her wrist tight in his hand, which made her lose her grip on the card. It gracefully fluttered to the ground. “Reggie, that doesn’t mean what you’re assuming it does, let me –"

“How dare you. This whole thing has been a waste of my time. You clearly have no idea what you’re doing.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Reginald, but a reading is only as good as the person asking for one.” Rory countered shakily, struggling to free herself from his grip.

“Witch!... Bitch!” He clamored. Her nails dug into her palms.

“Actually, I’m both. Take your fucking hands off of me,” She demanded. He shoved her wrist toward her as he released his grip before promptly turning on his heel toward the door. She quickly faced her palm outward before snapping her hand into a fist and spinning it upward. He tugged on the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. “You still have to pay me, asshole.”

“Like hell. Unlock the fucking door.”

“Pay me.”

“I’ll report you to The Order!” Reggie threatened. Rory scoffed.

“I don’t answer to The Order,” She mocked him. He lunged toward the shelves and grabbed the small, luminescent bottle. “Reggie, no!” She reached for him. He pulled the fabric of his hoodie over his nose before throwing the vessel at her feet, the shattering of the glass turning the entire contents to dust as it swirled into the air around her. She tried to hold her breath as long as she could but soon succumbed to a different type of suffocation that she couldn’t recover from. By the time the dust settled, Reggie was nowhere to be seen, appearing to have vanished in the cloud of smoke.

Rory banged her fist on the door as she struggled to support herself; between her dizziness and the unsteadiness of her legs, thighs squeezed almost painfully together, she was surprised that she was still able to stand at all. Her desperation brought her to the last place she would have normally considered going, but she had no other choice. All of her former options were out of reach – either long gone from Riverdale or in committed relationships. After a few seconds, which felt like hours, passed, she pounded on the door with more force. Her heart violently thrummed against her ribcage to the point where she thought it was going to explode. “Sweet Pea, please open the fucking door!” A wave of pain surged through her, making her fall forward to fully lean on the door with a thud. The door suddenly swung open and Rory was now crashing into the slightly damp gang member, his quick reflexes sending his arms to securely support her body.

“Rory? What are you –” Sweet Pea huffed, out of breath from clumsily pulling on a pair of gray sweats to answer the door after his shower. She cut him off by smashing her lips to his, frantic to relieve her increasing pain and the sharp ache of her core. They definitely weren’t at this level – hell, they were barely past secretive, longing glances. His eyebrows furrowed as he apprehensively returned the kiss before pushing her shoulders back from him. “What the fuck?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I can’t –” Her knees buckled as she squeezed her thighs tighter. He caught her once more.

“What the hell are you doing?” He interrogated.

“Linunt Fucoque et Venerem.” She explained with a rasp, resting her head on his bare chest as she involuntarily dug her nails into his biceps. Sweet Pea felt the color drain from his face before he pulled her inside the trailer, quickly scanning the trees outside before he locked the door behind them. She had mentioned the substance’s potency once before, the first time he had visited the shop. He didn’t know too much about it, but he could see that whatever it had done to her was not self-inflicted. He helped her over to his bed before carefully sitting next to her. She hastily tugged her sweater over her head and flung it across the room. It felt like she had a fire underneath her skin, incinerating her veins. Her lips had lost their color, her eyes wide with pupils dilated, and sweat was sheeting off her body.

“Who did –”

“Reggie Mantle,” She interrupted through gritted teeth. It burns. Burning, burning, burning. She yanked her tank top off of her body and began to claw at her skin before her hands ran over the sharp points of her nipples through the flimsy cloth. The desperation for any kind of touch – that delicious friction – was growing by the second as her vision blurred. Rory crawled over to straddle him, her hands winding into the hair at the nape of his neck as she started to kiss down his jaw with uncontrollable desperation. Sweet Pea, obviously confused and caught off guard, could do nothing but rest his hands on her hips as his eyes fell closed. “I know this is crazy,” Rory breathed between open-mouthed kisses along his jugular, “but I wouldn’t be asking you if I had any other choice. I wouldn’t ask… I wouldn’t –” The pain was too intense.

“Rory, I can’t –” Sweet Pea furrowed his brow as his hips instinctively ground up into her clothed, drenched core. Electricity. She bit down on her lip to suppress a moan. He placed a hand on her knee, intending to remove her from him, but ended up sliding it up her thigh and underneath her skirt to grab her ass. After licking down his Serpent tattoo, she removed her lips from his neck and reattached them to his waiting mouth. “Rory, I can’t do this,” Sweet Pea mumbled breathlessly into her mouth between hot, heavy kisses. “I mean, I really want to, but it isn’t fair to you. You’re not in your right mind. I don’t want you to regret this.” His cock betrayed his words, hard as can be beneath thin sweatpants.

“I can’t regret anything if I’m dead,” she whined urgently. “Do you not want me?”

“Don’t be stupid.” He rasped as he met her eyes, cupping her jaw and stroking her cheek with his thumb. She nuzzled into his palm as she ground her hips down onto him. “How couldn’t I?”

“Please, Sweet Pea. Fuck me, please,” That’s all it takes for him to finally give in. He pressed her shoulders back off of him and onto the bed against his pillows, pushing her skirt up as he laid on his stomach to be level with her. He apprehensively kissed her inner thighs, coated with her wetness, as he made his way to her core and gently kissed the cloth-covered bundle of nerves. She moaned low, almost animalistic; the sensation was heightened beyond compare and her hands fisted into his sheets. He pulled her panties to the side and licked a thick stripe upward. “Oh, my fucking –” Sweet Pea attached his lips to her clit, alternating between licking and sucking as he brought his middle finger to push into her slowly, gliding in and out of her with ease. She’s suddenly already undone, quick to come by amplified pleasure.

“Do you like that?” He taunted between movements of his tongue through her orgasm, smirking when she whimpered in response and her hands wound in his hair. He inserted another digit and expertly curled upward against her walls. “You taste so good, baby,” Rory’s head was spinning; she felt like she was going to implode as a familiar ache pooled in her abdomen once more. As he felt her walls begin to tighten again, his fingers pumped into faster. “You going to come again? Go on, come for me, Rory.” He’s a lot less careful than he should be, too absorbed in the way her pussy squeezed around his fingers as she shivered from the pleasure. Her vision went blurry as she came undone, curses leaving her mouth mixed with his name as she trembled underneath the strong hand that attempted to steady her. It wasn’t enough.

Suddenly the position is different and she tugs at the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down far enough for his cock to spring free and slap up against his abdomen. Her flimsy bra and skirt are long forgotten, somewhere amongst the trailer’s belongings. They move together like they’ve done this many times before, completely forgetting the foreign element of it all. Rory kneels between his open legs and lowers her mouth onto him, swirling her tongue at his tip, licking all the precum before taking nearly all of him into her mouth. Gagging slightly, she hollows out her cheeks and bobs her head, causing him to suck in a sharp breath as his hand finds the back of her head and guides her. She moans when he tugs her hair, and the vibrations at the back of her throat alone made him want to spill down her throat. Sweet Pea pulls her up to him, kissing her hard as she lines his cock up with her entrance before sinking down; she’s so tight and hot that it makes his head spin. “Fuck, you take all of me like such a good girl.” He praised with a groan, screwing his eyes shut as he focused on her dripping core squeezing around his cock. He thrust upward into her at an agonizing pace just to listen to her whimpers and watch her face contort with ecstasy.

“You feel so fucking good,” Rory moaned breathlessly, bucking her hips in attempts of increasing the friction. The pain was gone for now, in its place – pleasure. “Faster, Sweet Pea. Harder, please.” He obliged, bringing his thumb to rub circles at her clit. She fell forward against his chest; a writhing, moaning mess on top of him as he secured his other arm around her waist to steady her as he relentlessly slammed into her. Her walls began to tighten much more intensely than the times before. He flipped them over, positioning her legs over his shoulders to find a deeper angle.

“Jesus,” Sweet Pea growled into her neck, biting where neck meets shoulder and then soothing it with his tongue. Frantic hands in hair as mouths couple, tongues swirling against each other as his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier. He won’t last much longer, and she’s already on the brink of her third orgasm. He fucks her more roughly, says the dirtiest things that make her eyes roll back, unable to concentrate on just one single feeling. “You want me to fuck it out of you?” Rory rakes her nails up his back and he hisses, relishing in the pain. He groaned, fingertips gripping her hips so tight that he’s sure that there will be bruises as he pulls her hips down onto him – she doesn’t mind one bit. It hits them both unexpectedly; she’s a writhing, begging mess underneath him and it’s enough to send him over the edge. He pulls out immediately, hot cum thick on her abdomen as their chests heaved; her head spinning, spinning, spinning. The night – the next few days – were long until over.

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dastardlydutchvanderlinde · 5 years

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Hosea. Dutch. Gayness. Angst. Pls ❤️

I love you for sending this. This is based on a video I saw @vandermatthews reblogged https://vandermatthews.tumblr.com/post/180245422063

“Next time I’ll slit your throat myself.”

The venom in Hosea’s voice wasn’t something that was heard often insidecamp. Everyone forgot sometimes that this was the man who had first ran withDutch, the only man with the backbone to reign him in. It made sense there wasdarkness to Hosea, but Arthur had never really gotten used to seeing it.

Sean stuttered. He was the one holding the rifle but there was noquestion over who would wind up bleeding out if it came to it.

Hosea snarled as he released Sean, pushing the man almost off his feet.He starts to march away, only to spot Arthur, “He’s useless that big sack ofturd.”

“Mhm, I know that.” Arthur responds, mostly because if he didn’t agreewith Hosea that anger would be taken out on him.

Sean staggers, finding his footing. “I’m- I’m- I’m sorry!” He callsafter Hosea, but the man has already stormed away.

“Wouldn’t waste your breath.” Arthur says, adjusting in his saddle. “Youand him ain’t ever gonna be friends.”

“What I ever do to him eh?” Sean says, straightening out his shirt sleeves.

Arthur chuckled. “It ain’t what you did to him.”

Sean look at him, exasperated. “Now what the fuck’s that supposed tomean?”

Hosea liked everyone in camp well enough, but Sean? There was asignificant frostiness there. There was also one detail about Sean thateveryone else in the camp lacked.

“You tried to kill Dutch, idiot.” Arthur says, like it’s the mostobvious thing in the world.

Sean throws his hands up in the air. “Aye, and the bloody bastardforgave me not ten seconds later! Come on Arthur, I’m not the only person herewho’s had a go am I?”

Arthur shrugs. “Guess you could count Kieran as an O’Driscoll, but thenthat still ain’t Dutch specifically. They want to kill us all.”

“God damn it. Why’s Hosea all up in arms about it still anyway, that wasages ago! All in the past!” Sean says, kicking at the dust.

There was a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why Hosea still heldthat particular grudge, but if Sean was too dense to see it Arthur wasn’t goingto open his eyes. “Clearly Hosea don’t see it like that.”

Sean snorts. “Clearly.”

Arthur sighs, gently pushing his horse to move. He had actually been onhis way out. “Look, if I were you I’d give him a wide berth. Just don’t speakto him if you can help it. In fact, just don’t speak.”

“Very funny Arthur, you’re a funny guy!” Sean grumbled. “Where you offto anyway?”

“No business of yours.” Arthur shouts over his shoulder, disappearinginto the night.

Sean sits himself back down on the tree, vowing to stay awake this time.The camp is fairly quiet, especially now everyone had heard Hosea’s outburst.He’d headed off towards the partially hidden scout campfire and by the soundsof it the rest of the camp had gone in the opposite direction.

Lenny had been sat in the quiet of the scout campfire, but one quicklook at Hosea approaching had him standing within seconds.

“You okay?” Lenny asks the older man, shoving his pack of cards backinto his pocket.

Hosea waved a hand. “Sure. I just, need a minute.”

Lenny hesitated, but he’d been within earshot of the little incidentwith Sean. “You… you sounded pretty pissed back there.”

Hosea sighs heavily, taking a seat by the fire on one of the logs.“Well, I can’t say I was happy to find that shit stain asleep on watch.”

“Went off on him like he’d killed the dog.” Lenny says, and he doesn’trealise how close his made up scenario was to the real reason behind Hosea’shatred.

It takes every ounce of his self control not to react with violence tothe simple conversation. Lenny didn’t know, he was just trying to be nice toHosea.

Visibly biting his tongue, Hosea tilts his head down to stare at theflames. “If you don’t mind, Lenny. I’d rather be alone.”

Lenny is backing up before the request has even finished leaving hislips. He knew you didn’t poke an angry snake with a stick if you didn’t want toget bitten. “Of course, Mr Matthews. I’ll keep everyone away for you.”

“Thanks Lenny. You’re a good kid.” Hosea said, the tiredness he feltseeping into his voice.

Lenny disappeared, heading for the safety of camp.

Hosea had half an hour before his peace was disturbed, and half an hourwas not long enough to cool off.

The footsteps are ones he knows well, which was the only reason Hosea didn’tthrow anything at the approaching man.

“Lenny said you were out here.” Dutch breaks the silence, standingacross the other side of the fire.

Hosea always liked looking at Dutch in orange light, but he can’t lookat him now. If he looked at him now he’d be marching back to where Sean was nodoubt asleep again and shooting the kid without hesitation.

When Hosea doesn’t respond or look at him, Dutch starts to move,circling around the fire until he was behind his oldest friend.

“Will you ever forgive that poor boy?” Dutch teases, standing too closebehind him.

Hosea sighs heavily, not in the mood for taking that particularsituation in any lighthearted manner. Dutch never took his dislike for Seanseriously. He wasn’t sure if it was to try and diffuse Hosea’s hatred or if hegenuinely didn’t think it was a big deal but it did nothing to sooth the venomin Hosea’s veins. He considered humouring the question and answering, but itwasn’t something that came easily to him. Forgiveness sure, he could forgive alot, but forgetting? Hosea would never forget how damn close he had been tolosing Dutch forever.

There’s a weight on his shoulder, and Hosea shifts until his back ispressed against Dutch. Dutch kneads his fingers along tense muscles, his thumbtracing a line up Hosea’s neck. He starts on both shoulders, and Hosea suddenlyfinds himself relaxing, all the tension being eased away.

“He was just a kid, Hosea. No harm, no foul.” Dutch mutters, nevertaking his eyes off the man in front of him. He should be keeping a look outfor any nosey camp members, but after the chewing out Sean got and with Lennyacting as a warning, he doubts anyone would try to get within sight ofHosea.

“Not the point, Dutch.” Hosea says, and he tilts his head back, restingagainst the solid warmth Dutch’s body provided. He didn’t need the reminderthat Dutch was alive and well, but… well. Maybe he did.

Every time he looked at Sean all Hosea could see was the barrel of arifle pressed against Dutch’s temple. He’ll never be able to wipe the coldfeeling that had exploded into his chest, the way time had stood still as Dutchmet his eyes and Hosea had known he was saying goodbye. That he had wanted hislast moments to be with Hosea.

He’d never not see that when he looked at Sean.

“He nearly killed you.” Hosea whispered to the fire burning in front ofhim, unsure if Dutch would even hear him.

The hands rubbing at his shoulders disappear, and then Dutch is in frontof him, kneeling in the dirt so they were eye to eye.

“Look at me.” Dutch demanded, and even on his knees he was always theone to be obeyed. Hosea lifts his head, meeting Dutch’s gaze.

He moves a hand, grasping Hosea’s jaw to make sure he wouldn’t lookaway. “He didn’t kill me. I’m still here. We’re okay. We are all gonna beokay.”

“I can’t just forget it, Dutch. When you-“ Hosea cuts himself off,clenching his jaw in Dutch’s grip.

Dutch sighs, and his hand slips around to the back of Hosea’s neck,pulling them in close. “I know. It’s just, folk notice things now. The biggerthe gang gets the more observant they become. Please, please make an effort tobe civil with Sean. I ain’t asking for you to like him, or pretend to.”

Easier said than done. Hosea can’t control the rage that burns up insidehim when he comes into contact with the idiot. “I’ll do my best to avoid him.That’s all I can promise.”

Dutch just smiles and stares at him. It’s the kind of look that isusually reserved for when they’re totally alone, the open affection the man haswritten across his expression is something that could easily get them bothkilled.

“That’s all I ask.” Dutch says, stroking at the soft hair at the back ofHosea’s neck.

Usually he’d jump through hoops trying to do what Dutch asked, but thistime, this time Hosea wasn’t sure if it was a request he could abide by.

Dutch nods, and starts to let go of Hosea to back up out of his space.

Hosea snaps a hand out, his fingers closing around Dutch’s wrist andstopping him from pulling away.

There’s silence for a moment, the pair of them unwilling to pullapart.

“I can’t-“ Hosea breaks off, taking a deep shuddering breath. It kept replayingthrough his head. He could picture it like it was happening now. The smell ofsawdust and freshly cut wood, money bags heavy on his shoulder, Dutch’s handsfrozen halfway up and his rings glinting in the sunlight. The barrel of the gunleft an indent against his skin, red and angry. Hosea can still see the fear inDutch’s eyes, and he can still imagine what it would have been like if Sean hadpulled the trigger.

Dutch is waiting for him to finish, patiently rubbing gentle circlesagainst his thigh with the hand that wasn’t threaded through Hosea’s hair.

“I can’t stop seeing it. You, and the gun, and I knew Dutch. I knew youthought you were never gonna see me again.” Hosea whispers to the dark.

“Stay with me tonight.” Dutch says softly.

Hosea realises they’re so close now that he can feel Dutch’s breath, andhe can’t bring himself to pull away.

“We can’t.” Hosea hates it, but they can’t. The camp was too quiet, tooclose. They couldn’t risk it.

Dutch doesn’t see it that way. “To hell with everyone. Stay withme.”

Hosea knows he should refuse, but even as the words start to form in hismind, the second Dutch’s lips touch his he knows it’s a lost argument.

Dutch kisses like his life depends on it, intense and needy, and he cannever keep his hands to himself. Before Hosea knows it they’re pressed chest tochest, with Dutch still kneeling between Hosea’s legs. If anyone saw them therewould be no way to explain it. But, with that empty look of fear on Dutch’sface still present in Hosea’s mind, he can’t stop.

“You’d best never leave me.” Hosea growls as they break apart, clingingto Dutch’s waistcoat in a bid to make sure they didn’t topple off the log.

Dutch smiles, and he trails kisses along Hosea’s jaw, down his throat.“I’ll try make sure you go first, old man.”

Hosea chuckles, and he lets Dutch nip at his skin. “It’s a deal.”

Dutch laughs, pulling back. “Glad that’s settled. Now, come with me so Ican show you how alive we both are.”

That was a request Hosea had no intentions of refusing.

#writing prompts #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #vandermatthews #dutch/hosea #sean maguire #leNNY #arthur morgan #red dead redemption #rdr #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2

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thismanateelovestowrite · 7 years

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When Minhyuk gets in to a fight and you are upset

Thanks for requesting~ I’m sorry for having taken so long to post this, I had the plot in my mind for a long time but I just couldn’t bring myself to write this for some reason >< Anyway, I hope you enjoy~ ^^

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You tried very hard not to let the extremely disappointed sigh escape your lips. You didn’t know what time it was but you were quite sure it was already well past midnight. It wasn’t very common for you to be up that late but there you were, sitting in the dark on the edge of your bed while holding your phone in your hands. You kept reading the message sent by your boyfriend, Minhyuk, again and again. It read that he wouldn’t be coming home for the night and even though he didn’t state the reason, you already knew why. He always came home for the night - usually early in the evening - unless he had taken part in a fight.

You were dating a gang member - something that only happens in movies. Minhyuk was part of a gang called X and that was all you knew about it. You did know some of the members - six of them - since they were Minhyuk’s close friends but that’s it. You weren’t told about what went on inside the gang and you didn’t know much about the relations it had with other gangs. That’s how it was supposed to be and you were quite glad that you weren’t involved with any of the gang stuff. You had heard from Minhyuk that gang members were usually smart enough to keep their relationships private. Rival gangs didn’t hesitate to provoke their rivals by kidnapping or harming their significant others.

Now, it wasn’t the fact that you wouldn’t be able to sleep next to him that made you disappointed. Instead, it was him you were disappointed in. Countless times you had told him that you disliked it more than anything when he took part in fights. Usually he told you not to worry and that he would be seen weak if he didn’t take part in them. Occasionally, though, he told you he would stop. At those times you were usually in tears and he was quite badly injured. Still, despite him telling you he would stop, you always found yourself looking at his bruised face only a few weeks later. You had known that dating a gang member would be very different compared to a normal relationship but you had still secretly hoped that the fights wouldn’t be so frequent.

It crossed your mind that you should maybe text him and ask how badly he was injured but decided against it. You were too disappointed and irritated to care about it at that moment so you tossed your phone to the night table next to the bed and lay down, finally letting out the heavy sigh that had threatened to escape your lips.

***

While cycling down the bumpy old road that had become familiar to you during the past few years you had dated Minhyuk for, you tried hard to not turn around. In all honesty, you didn’t want to go to the abandoned factory your boyfriend and his friends always hung out at. After having slept only a few hours the night before in the bed that had felt uncomfortable due to Minhyuk not taking up the extra space in it, you really did not feel like facing the seven gang members who had probably had a fun night. You knew they always held a small - sometimes a little bigger - party after a fight and the thought of spending time with the probably hungover guys made you frown.

You let your bike fall to the ground and let out a sigh while looking at the factory in front of you.

“I might as well go in since I already came here,” you mumbled to yourself and walked to the entrance.

After getting inside it took you a few minutes to arrive where the seven guys were. Two of them slept on the old couch, a few had passed out on the floor and Minhyuk was deep asleep on the old armchair you usually sat in during your visits. The guys all had bruises on their faces and a few had some cuts too. Minhyuk’s face was only bruised which would have made you feel relieved if you hadn’t been so damn annoyed.

He always has fun while I’m sick with worry.

You took off your backpack and opened it before reaching inside it. You walked to the table placed in the middle of the seven sleeping guys and placed the thermos filled with green tea on it quite powerfully.

“Could you not produce such loud sounds this early in the morning, _____?” a drowsy voice murmured behind you and you didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. The voice belonged to Changkyun who had been sleeping on the couch with Hyunwoo.

You took out the bananas you had brought and placed them on the table next to the thermos. “For your information, it’s already eleven o’clock,” you said with a tone that you hoped would signal him that you weren’t in a good mood.

“Like I said, early in the morning,” he murmured and you rolled your eyes, not the least bit amused.

“God,” Hoseok groaned and you turned your head to see him getting up from the floor, holding his back. “What a rough night…”

“Did you bring the bananas?” Kihyun got up from the floor on your other side and wobbled over to the table.

“As always,” you stated.

One after another the guys woke up and greeted you in their own ways. As you had expected, they weren’t in the best shape. Hyungwon and Hoseok had a few small cuts on their faces and Hyunwoo had a bleeding cut on his arm. The others were quite badly bruised. Changkyun had a black eye and Jooheon didn’t look much better either. Kihyun was probably in best shape - his face didn’t have many bruises and his body seemed fine too though he was probably the one with the worst hangover.

You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. “Did you sleep well?” Minhyuk’s raspy voice asked and he rested his chin on your shoulder while leaning his head on yours.

“No,” you coldly said and handed Kihyun a cup filled with tea.

Minhyuk was obviously a little taken aback by your cold tone since he let go of you. “What’s wrong?” he asked, confused and concerned.

You didn’t even glance at him and shook his hand off your shoulder before stomping away. Minhyuk was dumbfounded.

Hoseok whistled. “She seems mad.”

“Seems?” Hyunwoo chuckled. “She is mad.”

Minhyuk felt quite helpless and looked at the others.

“Good luck trying to make her forgive you,” Changkyun patted his shoulder and grabbed a banana.

“What did I do?” Minhyuk asked, extremely confused.

“It’s probably better if you figure that out yourself,” Hyunwoo stated.

***

You sat on the stairs that led to the second floor of the factory. They felt cold under your bottom but you didn’t care. You were too irritated to pay attention on stuff like that.

He’s such an ass.

You threw a small rock down the stairs and listened to how it hit the floor further away. The sound echoed in the empty hall.

Idiot…

Sometimes you questioned your relationship with Minhyuk. Was it all worth it? Did you deserve the treatment you were getting? Even though you badly wanted to leave the relationship behind and move on, you couldn’t bring yourself to break up with him. You loved him more than you had ever loved anyone and you knew that he loved you too. At the same time you felt happy but also hurt. Seeing him get hurt made you hurt.

“I’m sorry,” you grew annoyed again upon hearing Minhyuk’s voice. Soon after he appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

You kept your mouth shut and looked away.

“Please forgive me,” he pleaded with an apologetic tone that only made you more irritated. “_____, I really am super sorry.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying hard not to explode.

“Can’t you just forget it? Huh? Honey, please. Forgive me? I’m so-“

“Do you even know why you’re apologizing?” you turned your head and said the words with such irritation that they were like bullets shot at him.

He was quiet for a bit. “For the fighting?” he hesitantly asked.

You let out a sigh and looked away again.

“Look, we’ve talked about this before. You know why I can’t stop taking part in the gang fights. It would be shameful.”

You felt a lump in your throat and it was slowly growing.

“I know it makes you worry but I just can’t stop. I’m sorry but that’s how things are and you’ve always known it,” he told you, his voice apologetic.

“Your gang is more important than me, isn’t it?” you mumbled, staring at your hands that rested on your lap.

“Don’t say that,” he said and walked up the stairs to where you sat.

“But it’s true,” you said quietly and swallowed down the lump in your throat.

“_____...” he called your name and you stood up.

“I’m going home,” you mumbled and walked past him while avoiding his gaze. You hurried out of the factory, not even saying goodbye to the rest of the guys who gave you confused looks when you walked past them.

After getting outside you didn’t hesitate before lifting your bike and getting on it. Your heart ached and you didn’t feel angry anymore. You felt sad.

***

There was a weird emptiness inside you. You were lying on your bed that also felt empty. Minhyuk hadn’t come home yet and you doubted he would.

He’s probably out partying with the rest of the gang. Or fighting…

Your heart was aching and had been aching since you had left the factory. You were heartbroken and you didn’t know why. All you knew was that it hurt like hell.

Your phone vibrated on the night table and you reached for it.

(_____! I didn’t have the chance to thank you for the bananas and tea this morning!) Kihyun’s text - that he had sent to the group chat - said.

It made you smile a little.

Kihyun: (Thank you as always~)

Hyungwon: (Thank you for always taking care of us~)

Jooheon: (We don’t deserve you, honestly ><)

Hyunwoo: (You’re such an angel, I sometimes feel sorry for you since you’re always surrounded by trolls like us)

Changkyun: (Our one and only savior!)

Hoseok: (I feel like we would not be alive without you)

Hyungwon: (I know, right?)

“These dorks…” you smiled at the texts.

The six of them were such dorks that you usually had a hard time believing that they were all gang members. They had the ability to cheer you up and they always had your back. You considered them your friends.

(I’m glad you all feel that way) you texted them, still smiling a little.

Your smile faded away when you heard the door of your apartment being opened and closed soon after.

He’s home…

You put your phone down and got up from the bed before grabbing your dressing gown - that Minhyuk had bought you for your latest birthday - and putting it on. You slowly opened the door of the bedroom and stepped out in to the living room. Quietly, you walked to the dark hallway and stopped when you saw Minhyuk standing there.

“Hey,” he greeted you quietly.

You didn’t respond and just looked at him. He took off his shoes and walked over to you.

“Aren’t you cold?” he glanced at you and asked, his voice still quiet. He grabbed the sides of your gown and calmly tied the ribbon around the gown after bringing the sides together.

After doing that he glanced at your face and walked past you in to the kitchen. You followed him.

“Were you sleeping already?” he asked when you stopped in the doorway.

You just shook your head slightly.

“I see…” he quietly said and took out a glass and filled it with water before gulping it all down.

You observed his face. He didn’t have any more bruises and it didn’t look like he had been fighting. It also didn’t seem like he had been partying since he didn’t look drunk.

“You can go back to bed,” he said. “I’ll just sleep on the sofa tonight.”

Hearing him say that made your heart ache and you lowered your gaze. You didn’t want him to sleep on the sofa but you didn’t want to say it out loud. So, you just nodded a little and turned around before making your way back to the empty bedroom.

***

You couldn’t sleep. You couldn’t even close your eyes. It was the empty spot beside you that kept you awake. You didn’t know for sure but it was well past midnight by now judging from how long you had been rolling around the sheets, trying to find a comfortable position. It had probably been some four hours since you had returned to the bedroom.

Minhyuk’s probably already asleep…

You didn’t think much about it when you sat up in the bed and soon after got up. You once again grabbed your dressing gown and slowly walked to the door. You opened it quietly and expected to see Minhyuk fast asleep on the sofa. He wasn’t though, he was sitting on it, his face buried in his hands.

“You’re still awake?” he asked, surprised, when he noticed you.

You just walked over to him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his sweet voice causing a lump to form in your throat.

You just looked at him. His expression was slightly worried but his eyes were filled with warmth.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” you asked, your voice as quiet as a whisper.

He nodded and you sat down on the small table in front of the sofa. You were now sitting right in front of him, a little higher than him.

“My heart keeps aching,” you mumbled quietly and looked at your lap.

He looked at you apologetically.

“I’m sad, Minhyuk…” you continued.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

You tried to swallow down the lump in your throat that was starting to get more painful.

“I know you are suffering from this relationship. I know it hurts you when I fight,” he said and placed his warm hand on your thigh. “I know you’re in pain and honestly… I feel so angry at myself for not being able to ease your pain.”

You looked at him.

“I know you want me to stop fighting but I can’t. I’m a gang member, _____. You knew what you were getting in to when you accepted to date me. You always knew that this is what it would be like.”

Even though you didn’t like it, he was right.

“I’d love to stop just to make you feel better but it’s not possible. I can’t do it. Not even for you even though you are the most important thing in my life.”

You lowered your gaze once again.

“That’s why there is only one way I can ease your pain. I don’t want to but if it makes you feel better, we can break up.”

It was like someone had just stabbed your heart.

“Break up?” you repeated and looked at him.

“I love you,” he whispered and cupped your cheek with his hand. “I don’t want to force you to stay with me. I want you to be happy.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “But I am happy,” you said while your eyes filled with tears.

“______-“

“I don’t want to break up,” you fell on your knees to the floor and leaned forward to wrap your arms around his waist. “Please don’t leave me. I’ll stop complaining. I’ll stop whining so please…”

“______...”

There was a silence during which you started crying. The thought of breaking up with him was too painful. You didn’t want to do it. You loved him too much.

“I love you…” you said between your sobs.

His hands gently landed on your head. He ran his fingers through your hair and after a bit he pushed you away. You looked at him, your eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t cry,” he said, looking at you apologetically. “Please don’t be sad…”

“How can I not when you’re about to leave me?” you sobbed.

“I won’t so please, stop crying baby,” he cupped your face with his hands and wiped your wet cheeks with his thumbs. “I love you too.”

You looked at him. It almost looked like his eyes were wet with tears.

“I love you so much,” he whispered and leaned down to press a kiss on your lips. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said after pulling away.

“Breaking up will hurt me a lot more than staying together,” you quietly said.

He looked at you and caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Thank you. I don’t know if I would have survived the break up. Let’s go to bed now, huh?”

You nodded and he helped you up from the floor. He led you in to the bedroom and you two got in to bed. Once you were under the thick blanket, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. The emptiness inside you was gone and the bed didn’t feel as empty anymore either.

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milkcartonbastard · 7 years

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A Soft Sunset

Pairing- Johnny X Dally (The Outsiders)

Word count- 1910 words. Sorry, lol. Might be slow at first but it gets better.

Warnings: Fluff and drinking. Not really detailed about the drinking though.

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Johnny's P.O.V.

Perfectly rounded waves were ruffling the sea. The green and blue water rushed in and receded back into the great big sea. Some people were out in the waves surfing and others were laid on towels tanning.

The gang had their snacks and towels tucked under their arms. I twiddled with the cap of a Pepsi bottle I had. I wasn't nervous or anything, just lost in thought. The entire gang had been crammed in one car for a few hours and we were very excited about visiting a real beach.

The ocean was right there and it was an exciting experience. A hand clapped against my back and I jumped.

"Nothing's gonna get you here, Johnnycakes. You can relax," Soda's gentle voice assured me. I wasn't scared, Soda's hand had just jerked me out of my thoughts too quickly. I nodded anyway. No need to correct him on a nice day.

Soda grinned and walked on ahead to catch up with Steve. Darry was walking in the back and looking around for a spot to group up. We had discussed stuff to do on the beach while in the car, but I doubted if anyone listened much. Pony had been looking out of the window, Dally had gone to sleep, Soda had shotgun with Two-Bit, and Darry had been in the back trying to make sure Steve was paying attention while driving. Steve hadn't been that pleased with Darry but did seem to listen anyway.

Ponyboy fell in step with me as Darry found a nice place to lay the towels. Sure, it was cheesy but we wanted a spot together. It probably wasn't gonna stay that way with all the people on the beach.

Soda nudge Steve and pointed down the beach towards some girls. They talked for a minute about something, they seemed pretty excited about whatever it was. Probably something to do with the girls.

Pony started toward the water and Two-Bit seemed to follow him. We were breaking off into pairs and heading in different directions. I saw an ice-cream cart not too far from where we were and stuck my hand into my pocket. I had some money. Ice-cream wouldn't be so bad on a hot day.

Dally must have noticed what I was thinking and looped his arm over my shoulder and started walking with me. He already had a cigarette between his lips and was taking a drag.

We walking in silence and every now and then Dally's eyes would follow some chick as she walked away.

"You know, we could score some if we just go after the right ones. How's it sound?" Dally looked down at me and raised only one side of his mouth. It sent a really strange feeling though my body.

"Naw. It's a nice day, Dal. Can't we just swim or something?" I asked. I had on a white tank top and shorts, so did the rest of the guys except Dally, but somehow I still felt to hot for the shirt. Ice-cream should help cool me off and there was always an ocean to help, too.

"Alright, come on." Dally pulled me forward and we arrived at the cart and got an ice cream for ourselves, and one for Darry since he didn't seem to be doing anything.

Dally handed Darry a strawberry ice cream and he took it happily. I sat down on my towel and crossed my legs.

Dally walked off towards some girl in a bikini and I was sat with Darry. That is until he left me sitting on a towel. I finished my ice cream cone and got up to go swimming. I could hear Soda and Steve down the beach talking. Pony and Two-Bit were tossing a football while in the water.

Darry had just disappeared and Dally was messing with some blonde a couple towels down. I chuckled and headed for the water.

It wasn't too cold and seemed really clear despite everyone kicking up sand below it. I swam under the water for a few feet before sneaking up behind Pony. He gave a startled gasp and even stumbled forward when I grabbed his ankle underwater.

I laughed and Two-Bit almost doubled over. Pony was blushing deeply and didn't catch the football when it got thrown to him.

"Wow, I really messed up your game play, huh?" I chuckled and ran my hands through my grease-less hair.

I saw Dallas wading into the water laughing his ass off while some girl was flipping him off. It was the blonde he'd been talking to.

At least everyone was happy. That ice-cream was pretty good, so I was happy myself.

The sun was starting to set and the beach was starting to clear. A whole group of teens showed up with coolers of beer and even some vodka, not that I had been over there or anything. Two-Bit had happily came back to our towel pallet and told the news to us. He already had a beer in his hand. He either stole it or they were giving them out.

Pony was staring at the sky and I had gone back in the water, enjoying that there were no assholes trying to start shit here and it was pretty quiet besides the bonfire party.

Couples were starting to wade into the water but they stayed a bit away from me. It was pretty strange seeing people eating each others faces off in the water instead of on the shore like earlier.

Arms wrapped around my waist and I tensed. I looked behind me to see it was Dally. I had been looking at the sunset when he'd interrupted. I could smell the sickly sweet smell on his breath even when he was behind me.

"Hello, Johnnycake," Dally chuckled and smiled at me. He still had his hands on my hips. My bare back was pressed against his bare chest. He was really warm, even in the now chilly water.

"What are you doin' all the way out here? You looked lonely." Dally said. He definitely had more than a buzz, but he wasn't wasted or anything. I turned to look at the sky. The purples, pinks, and oranges mixed in the now deep blue of the sky was being reflected in the water. The sun had only minutes left today. But it was still nice to watch.

"I'm watching the sunset. Look," I nudged my head toward the horizon. Dally moved his eyes to watch. I had relaxed now, but that hot feeling was settling from my head down to my toes. It felt slightly unnatural, but comforting. It was like something was gripping my stomach.

It was a pleasant feeling, but still unnatural feeling. I looked at Dally's cold and icy eyes and I was shocked to see how soft and... golden they looked. It was a strange mixture with his other hardened features. But, slowly they seemed to be softening too.

"It's nice. I didn't think you were into cheesy sunsets and... what?" Dally had noticed me staring and I hadn't thought about how close we were together. I shook my head and tried to watch the sunset again. I didn't expect him to take his hand and softly turn my gaze to him.

"What do you see?" He asked. Where was the bitterness in his voice? The hatred of the world written across his skin? Where was my fear and paranoia? Why did I feel so warm?

"What?" I asked. He still had his index finger under my chin and his right hand on my hip.

"What do see right now? What do you see in me?" Dally would never utter those words. They sounded so strange and somehow so right. My stomach lurched and I was caught in his gaze.

"I see the warmth from the sunset reflected in your eyes. The icy stare is gone." I turned toward him and he placed his hand on my hip again. We were chest to chest and I was staring right at him, yet he never removed his index finger from underneath my chin.

I took my hand and brushed his cheek bones and between his eyebrows. What was I doing? "Your features have softened and you seem... almost soft in a way."

"And?" He quirked his eyebrow. My heartbeat rang in my ears. Why was I saying this to him? What was it about the way he looked with the sunset in front of him? He had golden rays against his skin and it only made him seem more like a god than the demon he tries to be.

I ran my thumb over his bottom lip, pulling it down a little to watch it bounce back to its place. I left my hand on his jaw. "You look like a kid and like I could..."

Dally's face got closer to mine, I could taste the beer on his breath. He looked so different.

"Like you could what?" His eyes roamed across my face, my scar probably, and they settled on my lips. What was he doing?

I leaned in closer, he wasn't much taller than me anymore. I came up to his nose now.

Our lips brushed ever so gently and it sent chills across both of our skin. A shiver shot down my spine like lightning. Dally took in a breath and we molded together.

It was so delicate, like he was holding back. I moved my free hand to behind his head and he moved the hand on my hip to my back. We were as close as we could get. He bit down softly on my lip and I felt like I was going to explode right there.

God, what were we doing?

I traced my thumb over his cheek bone and I felt Dally move his other hand under me. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. God, was this amazing.

"Um, Dally? We can't find Johnny and we gotta go soon so-" The voice stopped. "Oh."

Yeah. Oh, shit.

"Found him." Dally's face was hardened again and the icy blaze behind his eyes was back. How could he change like that so quickly.

Darry scratched the back of his neck before nodding in our direction. "Thanks for the ice-cream."

Darry turned to leave and Dally let me down. I cleared my throat. That was pretty awkward. 'Thanks for the ice-cream'?

Was that kiss a one time thing or did Dally mean something by it. I know I did, but he didn't seem to show any sign of caring.

I felt something in my chest shrivel and I felt so vulnerable in that second. Dally had his back to me and I felt like it was supposed to be a wall. God, did I mess up!

A hand melded with mine and Dally looked back for a second. The sunset had disappeared, but I could still see it in his eyes. He meant something by it, and I was glad.

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