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bomikalover · 9 months

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Scrapped Fanfic me and my friend Lee made called "Puree Passion." Wrote 3 chapters and decided to post one of them lol. LMK if you want the other two and I'll gladly post them! K Bye!

Chapter 1: Le début

It was a bright and breezy day on a regular Sunday afternoon at the beginning of summer. Bose walks into Man’s Nest with a grin on his face and a pep in his step. He was so joyful today, and no one knew why, which is one of the many mysteries of Bose O’Brien. The others sat on the Man Couch, curious as to why the young boy was so happy today.

“Someone’s feeling cheery!” Mika teased.

“It's disgusting.” Chapa sneered.

“Let the boy be happy!” Miles defended.

“So are you guys gonna ask me or what?” Bose questioned.

Bose joins the others on the couch.

“Do we have to-”

“What got your spirits so high?” Miles asked while cutting off Chapa.

“Ok, since you guys are dying to know…I got a summer job!” Bose exclaimed.

Chapa gave him a semi-smirk of pride, Miles applauded while cheering him on, and Mika flung out of her seat, jumping for joy, almost sonic screaming out of excitement. The others looked at Mika with confusion. You would have thought she was getting the job.

“Sorrieee, I’m just excited.” Mika says sheepishly while sitting back down.

Chapa leans over to Miles, whispering. “Some of us more than others.”

Miles cackles like a witch as Mika continues the conversation.

“Anyways, where are you working?”

“That's the best part! It's Hip Hop Paris!”

Mika’s smile faded. She must have been hearing things.

“Do you mean Hip Hop Puree?” Mika questioned.

“No. I mean Hip Hop Paris; Becky recommended it to me.” Bose answered.

“Becky? You mean Becky Butler? The Becky Butt!” Mika stressed.

“I thought she moved away?” Miles questioned.

“She did…to Paris!” Bose replied.

Mika sighs while rolling her eyes. It was already bad enough that he was going away to Paris for the summer, but he would be working with Becky. They all knew Becky was bad news…at least Mika did. She couldn't comprehend why Bose would ever listen to Becky…like it’s Becky.

“Not that I care, but why can't you work here in Swellview? You know at Hip Hop Puree?” Chapa asked.

“Well, Hip Hop Paris pays way more than Hip Hop Puree, and now that I'm getting older, I decided that I wanted to be more independent. All I know is Swellview, and this might be my one opportunity to get out of here.” Bose explained.

The others knew what Bose meant. Out of all of them, Bose will be the one stuck behind fighting crime with Ray. Not that being stuck with Ray is the worst thing in the world, but there are always better opportunities out there. Miles could sense the heavy vibe surrounding this conversation.

“Well, I'm happy for you. Hopefully, this is a small stop on your path to greatness.” Miles said.

“Yea dude, that's sick.” Chapa praises.

Bose smiles at his friend's support, but he looks over at Mika as her opinion means the most.

“So Mika, what do you think?”

Mika looks up at Bose, breaking out of her gaze. She plasters on a fake smile.

“Yeah, it's great.” Mika lied while nervously giggling.

Bose sensed something was off with her but brushed it off as he didn't want to upset her. Mika wasn’t just upset. She was confused, sad, and most anxious. Bose was going to work with her academic rival for an entire summer in the city of love. Yeah, no biggie.

“I’m so happy you guys are so cool with this, especially since I leave tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow!” The group screams.

Bose jumps back in his seat, not expecting such a big reaction.

“Well yeah. We’ve already gone through the first day of summer, so if I want to have a good head start, I need to leave for Paris tomorrow. I’m sorry, I didn’t know I would leave so soon either.” Bose explained.

The silence drew over the group. How could you be happy for your best friend but sad for yourself? Since they were 12 years old, this quartet is all they've known, and they wanted to keep it that way. But the other three knew that this would be good for Bose, even if it sucked for them. Chapa wasn't one to openly feel for people, but Bose was like a little brother to her. He drives her insane sometimes, but she would kill for him. She knew Bose could protect himself, but he was too nice to even hurt the meanest of people, besides villains, of course. So she always did it for him, not realizing how self-dependent Bose became because of it. Miles didn't like the thought of losing their best friend for a summer, but they knew they couldn't interfere with their friend’s path. If his path went to Paris, unfortunately, they couldn't stop him. Mika felt defeated. She’s losing her honey for an entire summer; even worse, he’ll be closer to Becky Butler. What if that vicious snake of a girl poisons her sweet Bosey with her malicious ways? Mika couldn't allow that to happen.

“Well, I'll gladly teleport you there.” Miles voiced.

“And we'll be there to send you off.” Chapa added.

“Yeah, we wouldn't let you go without saying goodbye.” Mika says while placing a hand on his arm.

Bose smiled as his friends were being really cool about this. It almost made him think that they were happy to see him go…but they still wanted him around, right? Bose was just overthinking; his friends were not his parents. They actually like having him around, unlike his parents, who don't even care if he moves to Paris for the rest of his life.

“Thanks, guys, you're the best. I'm going to go since I have to start packing, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” Bose said while leaving down the tube.

Once Bose was out of sight, Mika slouched into the Man Couch.

“What’s up with you?” Miles asked.

“Isn't it obvious? Mika’s loverboy is leaving her for some chick in Paris!” Chapa pointed out.

“Chapa, how many times do I have to tell you that I am not in love with Bose!”

“Yeah, okay.” Chapa said while getting up from the couch to grab a snack.

“Chapa!” Miles warned.

Chapa raised her hands in defense while leaving the room.

“I'm just looking out for Bose; I know Becky, and she's bad news!” Mika warns.

“You know 14-year-old Becky, the one that moved away and you haven't seen since freshman year. We're going to be juniors now; maybe she’s different.” Miles argued.

“Once a snake, always a snake.” Chapa says, walking in while munching on Choco Crocos.

“Whose side are you on?” Miles asked.

“Nobodies, that's the fun of it.” Chapa joked.

The twins roll their eyes at Chapa’s teasing manner. Chapa was the best at stirring the pot; she couldn't care enough to actually pick sides. Plus, someone always ends up hurt when you choose a side, so she never did. Plus, she thrives on making things harder for people.

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Bose packs in his room, and hears a knock on his door. It opens to Celia coming into his room.

“Oh hey, mom.”

“Bosey, what are you doing?”

“Packing?” The boy questioned as if it wasn't obvious.

“Yes, I see that. But why?” Celia questioned.

“I'm going to Paris, remember? I told you two weeks ago!”

“You did?”

“Mama, I literally told you about how Becky was helping me find a job, and of course, you weren't listening.” The boy complained.

“I was listening!” Celia argued.

“Oh really, where am I working?”

The mother was stumped. She was listening, but Genuine Moments was on, so she might have blocked Bose out just a little bit.

“Umm, a surgeon?”

“Really? A surgeon? At 16? I'm pretty sure that's illegal, mama.” The son stated.

“You got a driving license at 12, so anything is possible!” The mother debated.

Bose rolled his eyes in annoyance, an emotion he’s portrayed more as he got older and more aware of how irritating some people could be…including his mother. He loves her, but she could be a little dim sometimes, and that’s coming from Bose, of all people.

“Look Mom, I’m going to Paris to work at Hip Hop Paris with Becky for the summer, and I leave tomorrow. Whether you care or not.”

“I care, Bosey, I do.”

The boy scoffed as he went to his dresser to get more clothes. The mother knew she wasn’t the best parental figure, but she did love and care for her son. She just needed to show him that.

“Bose, sweetheart, I’m sorry for not listening to you, but trust me, I’m trying my hardest to be better. Because I love and care for you, you deserve to go to Paris and begin your journey of becoming an independent young adult.”

Bose smiled at his mother’s efforts. He knew she was trying her best, and he wasn’t always the perfect son either. The boy walks up to Celia, engulfing her in a hug. The mother hugged back. Her baby boy was growing up on her.

“You’re gonna do great, Bobo; I just know it. I’m gonna miss you, but I know you can handle yourself. Try not to get into too much trouble; I know your job is to save lives but think of this summer job as a vacation, ok?”

“I will, thanks Mom.”

And there’s her sweet Bosey. The duo breaks apart from their hug.

“You’re welcome. I have got to go with Vicey on some business trips, so I won’t be here to send you off. But I love you so much, Bobo, and be safe.”

“Of course, love you too.”

The mother places an arm on his head, caressing it before smiling and making her exit. Bose keeps packing his bags with a happy heart, knowing his friends and family are supporting him.

The next day came rather quickly as the kids already stood outside Swellview Airport to send Bose off. It was bittersweet, they didn’t want to see him go, but it was time for the baby bird to leave the nest.

“Thanks for coming guys.” Bose thanked.

“Of course.” Chapa said.

“We wouldn’t miss it.” Miles voiced.

Mika was relatively quiet for obvious reasons. She still wasn’t grasping the fact that Bose was actually leaving for Paris. She was more focused on figuring out a loophole that could keep him here, but she kept drawing blanks. She watched as he briefly talked with Chapa and Miles, hugging them separately before moving on to her. He stood before her, smiling gently, but his eyes spoke volumes. He was going to miss Mika the most, to no one’s surprise. Everyone knew how bad the duo suffered when being separated. During the Thousand Pranks War, Bose couldn’t help himself and snuck out to Mika even though their cities warred against each other. Mika being from the rival town and pranking Bose herself, should have been enough to push Bose away, but it didn’t. He stayed by her side. It was even worse when their moms kicked them out of Danger Force. He only saw Mika in school, which wasn’t much since their schedules differ and they both have extracurriculars. But even then, he sat with her every lunch, walked with Mika to her locker or class if he could, and even got to school extra early to spend time with her. He always made time for Mika. And Mika never shoos him away. So being countries apart might be challenging, but I doubt Bose O’Brien would let that get in his way of making time for Mika Macklin and staying by her side…whatever way he can.

“Hey.” Bose said.

“Hi.” Mika voiced.

They both had so much to say, too much, actually. Mika teared up, with Bose looking back with teary eyes as well. Mika wraps her arms around Bose’s torso, her head against his chest, and Bose’s arms around her shoulders. They would have had more time to depart if Miles could teleport them there, but of course, Becky got Bose a first-class flight there and will be waiting for him at the airport. Bose swayed them slowly, neither having the courage to let go. Their friends watching them felt for them, knowing how important they were to each other. Chapa looks at her still outdated phone, checking the time.

“Bose, you have to go now if you still want to catch your flight.” Chapa announced.

Bose went to let go, but Mika squeezed harder.

“Don’t let go, not yet.” Mika whispered.

“I wish I could hug you forever, but Chapa’s right. I got to go.”

The duo gradually loosened their embrace, Bose taking hold of Mika’s hand with his own.

“I’ll call you as soon as I get situated in Paris.”

Mika smiled, squeezing Bose’s hand right before he let go.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys.”

Bose grabbed his suitcases, giving one last look to his friends, Mika’s lasting the longest. Then he turns around, strolling towards the airport and farther away from his home. Chapa walked over to Mika, putting an arm over her shoulder. She knew her friend needed some comfort right now.

#loved writing this but lost interest lol #writing other fanfics tho #danger force #bose o'brien #mika macklin #bomika #dangerverse #danger force season 3 #nickelodeon #mika danger force

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 11 months

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seductive is the lick of Death

“Now as for the quadratic formula...,” as soon as Mr. Kim had spoken that horrendous formula, your attention span maxed out. Your gaze drifting off to the window beside your desk, your eyes trailing down the many twist and turns of the large tree that sat in the middle of the courtyard. Its branches long and full of leaves, so much so that the rays of the sun rarely peeked through their thickness. view out. In all honesty, you debated whether you should take a quick nap or if you should just skip the class entirely. It didn’t matter much if you missed the lecture, you had learned it long ago.

You often thought about climbing the massive tree, the desire to take a nap in its very nest of branches too tempting. You wondered if you could slip past the bushes of leaves and see the sky. Whether it be the night or day, you knew for a fact the view would be spectacular.

“(L/N),” you snapped your focus back to your teacher, his freed hand waving around in order to catch your attention.

“Yes?” You asked, ignoring the questioning stares from your classmates.

“You’re leaving. Gather up your things and go to the office,” he explained, settling the phone back onto its holder after informing the office that you would be there soon enough. Humming, you pondered all the causes that would force you to leave but came up with none that seem probable at that moment. Shrugging it off, you quickly gathered your things, which weren’t much in all honesty. It was just a lone notebook, a pen that had a pom-pom at the end, and the small bag you carried them in.

Heading out the door, you took your time to walk down the hallways of the school. Glancing into every room, hoping to see anything of interest only to find none whatsoever.

Ding!

Making a soft noise of recognition, you took out your phone from your blazer’s pocket. tapping the screen twice, the pixels revealed a single relevant notification.

“Izu...” You breathed out, the ends of your lips turning upwards as you read his text.

Izu 1: 20 pm

hey, just wanted to check in.

how are you?

Queen Divine 1: 20 pm

heyyy, im just chilling

you?

want me to walk with you after school?

Izu 1: 22 pm

...im doing good

and also, you don't have to if you don't want to !!!

Queen Divine 1:22 pm

dont make me wait again Izu

what’s wrong?

is Katsuki bullying you again?

Izu 1:23 pm

no no no

Queen Divine 1:23 pm

lying to me? seriously?

lol

Izu 1: 23 pm

I-

Queen Divine 1:24 pm

Nah

i’ll pick you up after school

bye bye

Queen Divine 1: 25 pm

fuck it, i’m picking you up right now

meet me at the western stairwell in ten

;)

Sliding the device back into your pocket, you quickly made your way over to the office. Standing just outside its doors was a man you hadn’t seen in a long time. Arching a brow, interest burning in the depths of your eyes as you headed over to him.

“Uncle? What are you doing here?” Said man glanced upwards to your approaching figure, his eyes widening at the sight of you.

“Wow! Haven’t you grown up. And so fast too!” He teased, a lazy grin loose around his lips. His sunglasses falling off from the bridge of his nose.

You hummed, “I don’t think you answered my question just yet.” Seeing your unmoving expression, the older man let out a loud sigh. His shoulders hunching over as he took a box of cigs out from the inside of his coat, he made motion for you to follow him. And so, you did.

Walking out the entrance of the main building, he asked, “Got a fire yet?”

You pouted, “Nah not yet. Still looking though,” pulling your over your shoulder, you scoured the inside for the needed item before finally pulling out a black lighter. Flicking it open, you presented it to your relative, who smiled gratefully as he lighted the end of his cigarette. Grunting, “Thanks.”

Putting away the lighter, you surprised yourself with the finding of a pomegranate lollipop. Quickly unwrapping it, you threw the wrapper into a nearby trash and stuff the candy into you mouth. The sweet yet sour taste of the fruit delicious on your tongue.

Breathing in the nicotine, you watched form the corner of your eyes the way the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to unfold. Smoothing out on the skin with great ease.

He spoke, “Need a favor.”

You hummed, “Figured. Find me a case yet?” He shook his head, “Got a couple of leads but nothing worthy enough,” you clicked your tongue. Irritated by his answer.

“What do you need?” You asked. Nearing the car with every word spoken.

“Nothing much, just need you to act like my daughter so I can score myself a hot date with this mom I met,” you stiffened. This man couldn’t be serious. You hadn’t seen him in like five years and now that you have, its only because he wants to go and fuck some mom? Really?

“Un-fucking-believable,” he sent you a look of offence. “What? Man can’t get his dick sucked for once?”

You rolled your eyes, a teasing smirk on your face, “Hope she bites it off.” You retorted, pulling open the passenger door before stepping into the vehicle and closing it behind you. Doing the same, your Uncle continued the conversation, turning the car on as he did so, “Oi! Don’t jinx it!” Scoffing you leaned back into the cushioned seat, your legs folded over each other quite delicately.

Driving away from the school, he was about to make a left turn when you suddenly spoke up, “Go right, we’re picking up someone.”

He arched a brow, “Oh? Who?”

“A friend,” you eyed the way he dangled the cig out the window, letting the withered bits fall onto the street.

“Didn’t know we had friends now,” “Didn’t know we were desperate whores now,” he clicked his tongue, “Cheeky bitch.”

...

“Izu meet Uncle Daisuke. Daisuke meet Izu,” you introduced the pair to each other. In all honesty, it was quite amusing to see the younger of the males look downright shitless scared. Now that you think about it, your uncle was an intimidating guy. Shrugging the thought off, you grabbed the bag that had been sitting on the car floor in-between your feet and handed it over to the other teen.

“Got you some katsudon from that place you really like. There's some dumplings in there too. If you want anything else, just tell me. Uncle’s buying,” “TO HELL I A- I’ll buy you, anything kid.” The silver-haired man gulped, eyes wide and full of fear upon being on the receiving end of your vicious glare. Pushing his glasses up his nose, the man placed his attention back on the road. Smirking at your uncle’s reaction, you glanced at the rearview mirror. Your eyes sparkled in great amusement upon taking realization of your friend’s frigid behavior. His whole body was straight up rigid with nervousness etching itself almost permanently on his features. Beads of sweat sliding down his temple to further exaggerate his discomfort with his new environment.

“How did school go? Turned in all your work on time?” Hearing your questions, the green-haired furiously nodded his head.

“Yeah, I did. Thanks for reminding me about the deadlines! Almost forgot about that...” He mumbled under his breath, scratching his cheek.

You smiled, “I know. And Katsuki?” You narrowed your eyes upon seeing your dear friend flinch, “Izu? Did something happen?”

Shaking his head speedily, he fidgeted around as he answered, “No, no...Kacchan hasn’t actually bothered me ever since you told him off all those years ago but...” “He keeps talking shit?” He reluctantly nodded.

Sighing, you gave yourself a moment to ponder the situation, “Well...it can’t be helped...Hmmm...if he says shit again, call me. Never fret, I’ll protect you Izu.” You stated, smiling with your eyes closed.

He suddenly felt the blood rush into his cheeks, a smile starting to form on his lips, “I know!” You always did manage to make him feel better when he was down. Ever since you were children. He was grateful for that.

“We’re here,” Uncle Daisuke stated. Parking the car right in front of your apartment. Furrowing his brows, Izuku held onto the katsudon bowl in his lap.

If confusion could be a person...

“Uhh, (N/n) what are we-,” “Here. Go to my room and take the rest of the day off.”

He froze, “E-Eh?” He jumped when you suddenly threw your keys at him.

“Hurry along sweetie, I got shit to do. You can eat on the bed for all I care.”

“H-Huh?”

“Izuku! Go!” With that said, you’ve never seen that boy bolt out of there so fast in your life. For a moment, he resembled the Roadrunner.

“I’ll be back in a few, so don’t worry!”

Motioning for your uncle to roll up the windows, he obeyed. Driving away as he did.

Popping the lollipop out of your mouth, you hum. A wicked look in your hues, “Now then, what is this actually about, Uncle Daisuke?”

Kissing his teeth, he rolled his eyes over to you, “Heard a rumor.”

“Oh? A good rumor?”

He smirked, “ A really good rumor.”

...

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(A/N): Okay, so I remember now and let me tell you that I am pretty excited with what I had have planned for this story. When I first came up with this, I had this thing in mind about putting clues everywhere. Do what you want with that.

Hope you enjoyed!

#the nefarious few #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia x fem!reader #my hero academia #mha x reader #mha #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x fem!reader #boku no hero academia #bnha x eader #bnha #reader #reader insert #daisy - ashnikko

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chosossprincesss · 2 years

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Death of a Bachelor pt. 3

✧ Part 1 Part 2

✧ PAIRINGS: Pornstar!Choso x Reader, slight Yuji x Reader

✧ GENRE: Slice-of-life, romance, eventual smut and some humor :)

✧ Warnings: Whehheeewww...so here we go: Smut! So much Smut, oral (f.receiving), penetrative sex, degradation, swearing, use of the word slut but make it loving lol, dub-con! not really but if you squint? idk just wanna make sure, everything is 100% consensual tho, cliffhanger haha, choso is a menace, ringplay...(?),oofc yuuji :(, choking soooo light breathplay, idk what else to tag but yeah this is mature content for people of age! so minors dni

Important note: The reader is called Yue in this. !

✧

Soooo...here it is finally!

I know it took me a while but I'm grateful you were so patient :)

This is really long, like 15 pages, I read over it soooo often so if there are still mistakes be gentle with me, this is not my first language.

I'm always happy to hear what you think and I just wanted to remind everyone that my requests are currently open so just send an ask my way if you got a valentine I could write you a little something for lol.

Anyways, enough from me!

Enjoy this smutfest with Choso and Yue ;) and remember safe sex is sexy sex. Don't be like them, children!

All my love,

Kiko <3

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The cab came to a screeching halt, it had started to rain as told by the soft thuds against the window. Megumi turned around, looking at you with a slight furrow of his brows, as he saw Yuuji half molten into your heavily breathing figure. The two of you made eye contact and it was as if Megumi could read your mind, as if he could feel that it was time for him to intervene.

“Alright, Yue, I’ll help you out,” Megumi said pointedly, as he moved to get up and slammed the door shut. That woke Yuta, who started groaning and moving next to you. Eventually Megumi appeared at the door to your left, opening it forcefully and grabbing Yutas arm. Yuta was still dizzy, lids hanging heavy and he did not find it in him to protest Megumi nor question what was happening. With quick, languid movements you escaped from Yuujis iron grip and shot him one last look, before exiting the taxi into the cold night rain. Megumi let go of a still past tipsy Yuta, who like a little animal taken from its nest, hurriedly scurried back onto his seat, closing the door.

“You good?” Megumi asked, as you stood in front of him, looking through your belongings to make sure nothing was left behind.

“Um yeah, just more than ripe for bed and kind of dreading tomorrow,” you answered jokingly, oblivious to Megumis stern eyes on you and the worry radiating off him.

“I can talk to Yuuji, you know?” your tall best friend said, as the two of you made your way around the cab towards the door of your apartment complex, he caught onto the surprise flashing in your eyes,”I’m sure he’d understand, that you’re not-”, Megumi scratched the back of his head, looking for a way to voice his concern, but you brought a hand to his shoulder, giving him a light squeeze to let him now, you were fine.

“Don’t worry about me too much, Megumi. Worry instead about these two overgrown babies,” you laughed pointing to Yuuji and Yuta snoring in the backseat of the cab.

Megumi smiled slightly, his expression showing that he was still reluctant to let you go,”come on, we’ll be soaked if we stand around any longer.”

Megumi agreed and ruffled your hair as a good-bye, before vanishing back into the car. You watched as he said something to the driver and they pulled out of the drive-way. Suddenly as you were alone there in the rain, in the cold, you felt exhaustion rattle your bones. It was making its way through you, sinking deep into your limbs and eyes, and you realized just how much you were longing for your warm and comfortable bed. At this point, you thought to yourself, I’ll leave the rest to me tomorrow.

✧

To your surprise the next morning almost all of your troubles seemed to vanish into thin air.

Neither did you have a hangover, nor did Yuuji seem to remember the events in the cab last night and there was no uncomfortable energy surrounding the two of you at work.

But as you made your way to the playground with a bunch of five year olds, you realized that there were two things indeed not in your favor. On the soft patch of your neck, that just yesterday a certain pink haired friend of yours had assaulted, a moderate but suspicious, purplish mark had formed. Thanks to Yuuji, you were now wearing a bandaid on the side of your neck, that maybe fooled your little charges but anyone over the age of fourteen would surely look right through that little act and the thought filled you with hot shame. Teenagers covered up hickeys, not a grown-up kindergarten teacher.

The fact that Yuuji had not commented at all on the absurdly placed bandaid told you that maybe he remembered more about last night than he let on. After all the commotion yesterday and having fallen victim to a brutal wave of exhaustion, you had totally forgot to text a certain already rather pissed Sex-on-legs.

Fuck.

And just as you expected, Choso was indeed pissed. Not only had he barely slept, since the rest of his friends had insisted on staying till three in the morning at the bar, but he had neither received an answer from you, nor a follow request on any of his social medias.

Maybe you did not use Instagram fine, it was probably in his favor - you not seeing his profile, if he was honest.

Choso was on his upteenth cigarette, as he decided to take a walk, before his shoot in the evening. He was still in black sweats and a gray tank, as he had just gotten done sweating out the drugs in his system by working out. Not only that but working out always seemed to help take his mind off things. Or of someone that seemed to haunt his thoughts lately. When Choso woke up around noon, he had almost subconsciously reached for his phone immediately checking his messages. 0.

Angrily he had grit his teeth as he rose from the bed, to take a shower. He was angry and that made him feel especially helpless, as he noticed his very apparent arousal.

That mix of anger and arousal was still lingering on him, as he made his way through the park. Choso could not think of the last time he had mimed his brain like this over someone. Something immature and prideful kept the man from just double texting you. As Choso made his way through the park currently overrun by families, dog owners and teenagers a sound made him stop dead in his tracks. Chosos ears perked up to catch the sound again, just to be completely sure.

But as he turned to the side, gaze locked onto the playground a mere couple of meters away, he had to gulp.

Hard.

It really was your laugh echoing over to him in waves. Chosos jaw clenched at the sight. There she stood, a toddler perched on her hips as another two were dragging her along by her hand.

His spine began to tingle at the sight, memories of his childhood flashed in front of him, before they turned into a vision of the future. You, just like this, with his children on your hips.

What the fuck was he thinking, he bit down on his tongue hard, to shake the thought, no

matter how enticing it felt to give in. Chosos head snapped back up as he heard your soft laugh again, eyes narrowed into slits at the sight before him. There was a man, your co-worker he presumed, perched on a bench, shouting something over at you, that as Choso now understood, was the cause of your laughter.

These coincidences of running into you were getting too much, Choso thought to himself as he tried to ignore something ugly, green and vile bubbling up in his chest. People run into each other all the time right? Calling it a stroke of luck or fate would seriously be pushing it, Choso reasoned with himself as he tried to tear his eyes away and keep walking. You were just some girl.

His head snapped back to where you were, at the sound of you laughing once again, he could feel his toes curling at the sight of you now sitting next to your co-worker and the dude getting way too close to you. Maybe he’s the one who called you yesterday, tearing you away from Choso, responsible for him not being able to feel your hand on his face a little bit longer, and now that asshole was sitting there, making you laugh, invading your personal space. A part of Choso was pleading with himself, begging for him not to care, to keep going, to stay the way he was, to not give in to the cracks currently threatening his peace of mind, to stay as he was: alone, uncaring, unfeeling.

But the way you had talked to him, looked at him, listened to him, opened up to him, had given him glimpses not only of what could be, but what once was. It was wrong to burden you with a responsibility you could not know about, to make you something you’re not.

The crazy thing is, if you had not touched him, maybe he could turn away. But after having felt your warmth on his skin, Choso knew he had to act.

“Urgh, I’m really not on top of my game today,” Yuuji groaned next to you, wrapping his fingers behind his head, eyes perched onto your little charges running around the playground. You giggled softly.

“I told you drinking on weekdays is bad,” you sneered, playfully flicking his nose. Yuuji let out an exaggerated shriek and rubbed his nose, feigning an actual injury. His ember eyes fixed yours, as he drew closer to you, one arm coming to rest on the bench.

“Where did you run off to yesterday, Yue,” Yuuji asked, all playfulness gone from his voice, and you caught his deep, dark eyes traveling down to where the bandage was sitting on your neck. Maybe if he had forgotten yesterday's events, Yuuji was suspecting someone else of having had a go at the soft spot, how ironic, you thought to yourself. Just as you were about to say something, two of Yuujis eyes suddenly shot up to where the bandaid was, and you pulled back as you realized he was about to pull it off of you.

“What happened there, Yue?”, Yuujis voice dropped an octave as he spoke,it was weird seeing him like this and it reminded you of how he had grabbed onto you yesterday. Hungry, possessive even. The situation was almost funny to you, the thought that your pink haired friend was jealous of himself. But as much as you tried keeping your thoughts light and playful, you felt anxiety rise up at what this could possibly mean. Did your best friend since preschool have feelings for you? Actual, grown up feelings?

Little did you know that your unassuming, ray of sunshine friend was boiling inside, his thoughts running at a thousand miles per hour. Yuuji remembered what happened that day, in fact he had not been as drunk as you thought he’d been. All he wanted now, looking into your eyes, scanning how your breath picked up, was to hear you say it was him. That it was him that marked you up. To feign shock and then lure out of you whether you liked him being close to you.When Yuuji was unable to find you yesterday he had grown increasingly nervous, nervous about where and with whom you were.

His tipping point had been, when Nobara drunkenly told him and Megumi about your little date. Yuuji may not have shown it, but he knew exactly who his brunette friend was talking about.

In a lust filled haze, when nothing but porn seemed to work, and he was unable to think clearly about what he was doing, he had more than once stumbled over ‘Chosos’ videos.

It’s not like he seeks out that kind of porn, but it's almost as if that dude with the black streak across his nose gets shoved in your face on every possible platform.

Yuuji wasn’t big on using porn to get off to, actually, and this is something he’d never dared to tell you about, he much prefered scrolling through an album on his camera roll called ‘Yue’. So knowing that his wonderful, lamb-like, angelic Yue had been in proximity to a monster like Choso sent his mind reeling and blood boiling.

And as if that wasn’t enough, he had seen you with him outside the bar, standing there with him, unable to reach you since the door was blocked by gossiping people. It felt like a stab to the back, as he saw you cradle that asshole's face,

Chosos mere closeness to you threatening to defile the beautiful flower Yuuji had worked so hard to protect, not daring himself to soil you with his longing. Your best friend wanted you to know what kind of person the tatted star actually was, that nothing good comes from these people and for once he wanted to have some kind of ownership over you, showing off to the world that you were his.

Yuuji almost lost control in the cab, feeling your breasts press into him, feeling how soft and tender your skin is. He almost lost control, when your scent invaded his brain. He had held back for so long, not wanting you to be corrupted, not even by himself, but still Yuuji wanted you to see him as more than just your friend, more than a boy. Yuuji desperately wanted you to understand that he was a man.

“You idiot,” your chuckling made Yuuji crash back into reality, as your hand came up and pushed against his forehead, pressing him back, away from you,” that was you, Mr. Promiscuous.”

It was obvious that you were joking. But Yuuji wanted to press you for details.

So he just said nothing, waiting for you to elaborate.

“Maybe next time don’t give your best friend a hickey, huh?” you whispered, voice low so the kids wouldn’t hear you. A mischievous grin was playing on your beautiful lips, but Yuuji had to gulp hard, as his castle in the sky threatened to come crumbling around him. Best friend, huh.

“Yo,” a stern, gloomy voice rattled both you and Yuuji, the two of you whipping around to stare at the big, looming figure standing a little to the side of the bench. Your eyebrow flew up at the mouth-watering sight of Choso, muscular arms bared to the world, long, inky strands of hair plastered to his face that were covered in a sheen of sweat.

It was unfair how you immediately felt a swirl of arousal settle deep in your tummy, while simultaneously your nerves started perking up. A dizzying concoction started brewing in your body, at the sight of his heaving chest, and inscrutable eyes fixed to your own.

If you had paid closer attention to Yuuji you could have felt him stiffen in his seat next to you, glaring at Choso who looked rather unfazed,” mind if I steal her for a second?” Choso said, making it sound rather like an order than a question.

“Actually-” Yuuji put to say, but was interrupted when you rose from your seat, shooting him an apologetic look, “ I’ll be right back, sorry, Yuu,” you assured him, the realization that you still hadn’t had the common decency to text Choso hitting you like a bus.

Yuuji had to gulp down venomous thoughts and feelings, as he continued staring daggers into Choso, who did not budge for even a second. Choso shot him an almost arrogant grin, when the two of you turned around to walk a little further away. Had this not been work, had he not been in a position where he had to stay back, to watch the children, he would’ve stormed after you, saving you from the tall, dark haired man.

One of the kids beat him to it and even though Yuuji knew the two of you probably wanted to speak in private, he did not chase after the little girl, following Yue and Choso.

“Hey!”, a little hand grabbed onto Chosos top, stopping him in his tracks, he peered at the adorable little chubby face, looking up at him with wide eyes,” are you Yues husband?” the curious little girl asked, a big smile sprawled over her tiny features, before you had a chance to order her back to where she’d come from.

Heat threatened to engulf you completely at the question, your palms felt clammy, as you stumbled over your words. You heard Choso let out a surprised laugh.

“Eriko, that’s a rude question to ask a stranger,” you lightly scolded her, crouching down to come face to face with the adorable, little girl,” he is not my husband.”, you quickly added, even though you felt yourself stumble over your words. From your position you couldn’t see Chosos soft gaze on you.

“Then are you also a kindergarten teacher?”, Eriko insisted, looking up at Choso with big eyes, she barely reached his thigh in height. Choso mumbled something as you also looked up at him.

“Actually I’m someone who teaches people how to have children in the first p-”, you smacked him, stunned at his bluntness and feeling your face grow impossibly hotter, urgh, Yuuji would scold you for letting Choso say something like that, you began stuttering, as you saw Erikos face scrunched up in confusion, thoughts rattling inside her brain, trying to understand what he had meant. It appeared to you that your hand was still resting where you had smacked Choso, near his upper thigh and you gulped hard, as you got up, fishing the little girl into your arms.

“Eriko, I promise to play with you later if you go back to your friend Yuuji now, okay?”, you pressed, voice strained, working hard on not letting the little girl catch your wonky disposition and pestering you for details. Eriko did as she was told, though an obvious pout was on her face, as she trotted back, stumbling over her big scarf.

“I guess you can tell that this is a rather bad moment for me to chat with you,” you said as you finally mustered up the courage to look at Choso.

“Are you playing hard to get?”

“Excuse me?”, you were a bit confused by his question.

“Well, you see, Yue,” Choso stated, stepping closer to you, head tilting to the side, as he was watching you with the same predatory look you’d seen in his movies before,” you didn’t hold your promise twice, so it’s either that, pretty girl, and you’re teasing me” he drew even closer, getting in your face, so you could clearly see the swirls in his iris and long, thick lashes framing his beautiful eyes,”or you’re trying to rile me up and make me really, really mad.”

You had to take a deep breath, steadying yourself, trying to pull yourself together by remembering that you’re at work,” well, It’s working Yue, you nearly got me going crazy.”

I barely know this man, you tried to reason with yourself, trying to deny that you also felt an inexplicable pull towards Choso. But this was all moving too fast, you reasoned with yourself. You were still struggling to collect your thoughts as you caught Chosos dark eyes wandering to the band-aid on your neck.

Oh fuck, you thought, closing your eyes and cursing the gods for equipping you with the bad luck of an otome game main character. This is going into the exact opposite direction that you had wanted for it to go. If this was the last straw that’d make Choso decide to leave you in the gutter, you could not blame him. After almost two years of not getting any action now you’d have to explain to a pornstar (-how’d that even happen? Thanks Nobara…) that the hickey on your neck is…platonic?

Chosos eyes widened almost unnoticeable and just for a second. You expected him to pull away from you. But to your surprise his lips turned upwards into a smile.

“Yue,” his voice sounds hoarse, dry - angry,” I think you owe me an explanation.”

“Choso, I-” your throat tightened, as panic spread through your body like a wildfire.

“When are you off work?”

✧

This?

This was not in a hundred, not in a thousand years how you had expected your Thursday evening to go. But here you were, with Choso, opening the door to your apartment. As soon as the door stood open, you turned into a ghost, the blood freezing in your veins at the sight of compromising and miscellaneous items cluttering your apartment. Not only were there varying bras (not the good, lacy kind…) draped almost artistically over your couch and floor, but your plushies were neatly lined up and waiting for you on the bed.

Chosos heavy boots dragged along the wooden floor behind you, unaware of your panicked expression. This is nightmarish, you thought to yourself, glancing at Choso who seemed rather unfazed by the whole situation. The realization crept up on you, that he was basically a stranger, someone you talked to maybe three times. Yuujis voice rang in your ears, no matter how much you tried to drown him out, how hurt he had sounded and the things he had said.

Earlier, back at the kindergarten, when you had gotten ready to leave, Yuuji had entered the employee room, closing the door behind him with a loud thud. Up to that point you had been oblivious to his anger, almost on purpose, unwilling to add his anger to the turmoil going in your life at the moment. But then, an argument erupted, unlike any other the two of you had ever had in your many years of friendship.

“What has gotten into you,Yue?,” Yuuji had muttered - venomous tone, leaving no doubt about how mad he was at you,” do you have any fucking idea what you’re getting yourself into?”

Your eyes widened at hearing him swear, expression turned sour.

“What are you on about?” you shot back, trying to make it clear, that you did not owe him anything, no explanation, and he was stepping out of line.

“You know he’s just using you for a fuck right? How gullible are you, yue? That asshole probably fucks god knows how many girls every night, and you think you’re special?” his words hit you like daggers, a blunt, uncomfortable anger eating away at you, your chest becoming tight at his words.

Yuuji was getting ahead of himself, foolishly insulting you, when all he wanted was to protect you, he winced at his own words, but the contempt bubbling inside him was stronger.

“You’re the asshole, Yuuji, listen to you!” you all but shouted at him, tears bubbling in the corners of your eyes.

“I’m just trying to protect you, Yue! He’s gonna hurt you, you think a dude like him cares whether you feel good? Do you have any idea what kind of a person he is?” Yuuji ramble on, you were desperately trying to get a word in, but Yuuji had already talked himself into a rage,” he’ll fuck you and leave, and I dont know whats worse, that you’re seriously naive enough to fall for him or what kind of person you are that you’d even consider someone like him, I-”

The sound of your hand against his cheek, filled the suddenly quiet room. Quiet was an understatement - devoid of all sound, not even the sound of your breath..

Yuuji was the one to make a sound first, something throaty, almost like croaking, then you started blinking, breathing rapidly, still not completely processing what had just happened. Yuujis cheek turned red quickly, as his palm came up to stroke the tender spot.

You tried to say something, to apologize somehow, to collect your thoughts, to-to do anything. But Yuuji beat you to it, a huff escaped his lips, and after that he was gone, with a thud of the door even louder than when he came in.

Had you not been so mad, maybe you’d cried. Or tried to call him, or anything, but the anger won, again and again, it was just too hard to grasp that someone you cared so much for, would speak to you like that, would stand in your way when finally you began to trust yourself, to break out of your shell.

After the third call from Nobara and the sixth text from Megumi, you shut off your phone.

Now you were standing in your kitchen with Choso who seemed to dwarf your counters - and you.

You couldn’t help but stare at him, it was like in a painting, where your attention is drawn to the point of contrast, and in your bright and neutral home, Choso was the point of biggest contrast, with his dark clothes, his inky strands of hair, and towering height.

But Choso had, since you knew him, become the point of contrast also in your life, turning it into a whirlwind, making you question things you had formerly been so sure about, making you rediscover a long neglected part of yourself.

If only you could forget what Yuuji had said about him, that he was cruel, that he was deceiving you, going to hurt you. Of course you wanted to trust yourself, your gut feeling, but Yuuji was right, you had seen what Choso could be like, and it did scare you.

And now you were here with him. Alone in your apartment. Goosebumps ran along your spine at the thought, fear mixing with something primal, he could have his way with you if he wanted, he could devour you, break you, and the dark longing in his eyes made you believe that he might.

“D-do you want to drink something? I have,um, water and soda”, you tried calming your nerves, trying not to make it too obvious how nervous you really were.

“Are you okay?” Choso asked, calmly, embodying the complete opposite of you.

“Yes, sorry, it’s just, uhm Yuuji”, you tried to sound neutral, but your tone betrayed you.

“Your co-worker?” Chosos eyes dragged along the band-aid still sticking to your neck.

“Hmhm, we had a fight, I’m still trying to figure out what set it off, but he-he’s unhappy about me seeing you, I guess,” it felt uncomfortable to talk about it, when it was still so fresh, Chosos head was slightly tilted to the side, as if he was encouraging you to keep going,” I guess he’s a tad over-protective”, you smiled, joking as a way to ease the tension.

“He wants to fuck you.”

Though you wanted to reply something, defend your relationship with Yuuji, the task of closing your newly opened mouth was taking up your energy. To put it simply you were baffled. Not because the sentiment was completely new to you, obviously after everything that happened the thought had crossed your mind more than enough, but - well, hearing it put into words like this was just a little overwhelming. Hearing it stated so plainly, by no one else but Choso, who somehow seemed to have brought this whole mess on in the first place.

“In fact”, Choso said lowly while closing the distance between the two of you,”I bet he was the one to give you this,” his long, thick fingers came up to your neck, cold metal of his rings sending shivers down your back, and in one swift motion the bandage came off your neck. Chosos eyes were fixed on the mark, one eyebrow slightly raised, seemingly unaware of how shallow your breath had become.

The air was filled with anticipation, something seemed to linger in his gaze, some sort of inner turmoil, and his jaw was clenched in an effort to hold back from what Choso actually wanted to do. For reasons only his subconscious knew Choso was aware how scared you were, he could smell it, taste it almost - the sweet rush of adrenaline. Every fiber in his body seemed to scream at him, to take you right now, bend you over the counter and claim you for himself, something primal in him raging and trashing at the sight of the hickey. Choso did not want to hurt you, he wanted to make you feel the sensual thrill of protection, and wanted to make you give in to him enthusiastically.

You on the other hand were shivering with an intoxicating mix of arousal and anxiety, as your thoughts started swirling violently, brewing up an concoction of insecurity and jealousy, as you imagined the beautiful women you had seen give into Choso, the images of them in the throes of pleasure, his hands on their body, his vile words, his cruel touch and just as much as it made you feel contempt it made you feel an unspeakable need to have him do these unspeakable things to you.

The air was thick, both of you feeling feverish, as Chosos hand wandered from your neck, the band-aid falling to the floor, down, grazing the lines of the acceptable and you felt this very particular feeling of anticipation that rises, when you know something erotic is about to happen, something serious. - A terrible hunger was threatening to ravish you and you weren’t sure whether it was your hunger or his.

“I'm scared,” you heard yourself admit, voice small and fragile. Chosos glossy eyes met yours and you could feel your cheeks warming up. A slight smile played on his features.

“A-and im angry, and jealous, and confused by what is happening to me, to my-my life, why I’m so timid, wh-y,” your voice cracked, as hot tears were beginning to form in your eyes, it was all too much, your nervousness, Chosos closeness to your body, his hands on your body, it made you dizzy, weak, limb in the knees.

“A-and I’m frustrated, needy-” you looked up at him, a small pout on your lips, tears streaming down your gleaming cheeks, lashes heavy with wetness and Choso could feel his dick stirring in his pants at the sight, how absolutely beautiful you were.

“My poor girl,” he whispered calmingly, pressing himself into you, your back hitting the counter, as his other hand found its way to your hip, squeezing slightly, calming you.

Choso drew even closer, lips grazing your ear, his breath hot on the shell and his smell began to invaded your brain, it was impossible to draw back from him now, and why? Why would you? All logic aside, you craved this enigma of a man, this half-stranger looming over you, tainting you, consuming you. The sudden realization of your need burned through you at lighting speed and it was as if Choso could feel this, his hand dragging along your leg, fingers pressing into the flesh, his other hand cupping your cheek, making you look up at him.

“Yue,” he whispered out of breath,” do you want me to help you relax, baby?” Chosos voice was so sweet, so loving, so unlike the one you’d heard in his videos. He was watching you through half lidded eyes, and the hardness you could feel pressed against your leg, told you that this was getting to him, just as much as it was getting to you.

“Let me help you, Yue,” Choso pleaded, ”please, let me, I couldn’t take it if you didn’t.” You knew what he was talking about, you could feel in your flesh what was about to happen.

“Are you gonna hurt me?” your voice left you almost inaudible.

“Only if you want me too.”

The moment Choso snapped was almost supernatural. It made you realise just how farmished you were, how much you were craving him, craving sensuality, craving for him to fuck you. But it also made you feel powerful, feeling how much he wanted you, this beautiful man that could have anyone, was starving for your touch, your attention.

You looked up at him, through half lidded eyes, recognizing the look in his eyes, it was the one you’d seen in his videos, this predatory look he gave the girls before wrecking them and somehow it made you wince. As Chosos hand came up, behind your neck, pulling you towards him, you realized how much you craved for this to be fulfilling to YOU - so long had you denied yourself any pleasure and know you were hellbent on not having this be just another, meaningless encounter for either of you.

So, you returned the favor, intertwining your fingers in his soft hair, tucking at the black strands, drawing a slight gasp from Chosos full lips, his pupils blown wide, staring at you with anticipation.

The moment his lips met yours felt like the culmination of all that pent up frustration, all your hidden desires forcing themselves into the open, your chest threatening to burst with want. Choso could barely contain himself, as he felt the soft inside of your mouth, exploring your taste with his tongue, pressing himself impossibly closer to you. It made Choso dizzy, he had forgotten how good it could feel to be close to someone. Instinctively his large hand came to wrap around your throat, to cover the hickey Yuuji had left, because Choso felt as if he would lose the last bit of self-restraint he still had if he kept being reminded of it.

Choso was torn in half, he had forgotten what it meant to be gentle but he did not want to scare you away. His nerves flared up at the sweet sound spilling from your lips, the way you moved against him and he was growing harder, needing more friction.

He drew back, looking into your eyes for a second, the sight of your pretty face, all scrunched up in pleasure, the way his rings looked pressed against your fragile neck, made him feral. Choso was just about to open his belt, when your hand stopped him.

“I-I want you to get on the ground and eat me out,” your voice sounded much more confident than he’d imagined and it sent him into a frenzy.

Choso had never - never in the last few years taken a command from anyone. The sight of drool forming between your slightly opened lips almost made him push you down into submission, but the sensation of having this sweet, innocent creature before him give him commands in such a stern voice, felt too good not to indulge a little longer. He’d just make you repay the favor later.

“My dirty girl”, Choso chuckled, pressing two of his thick fingers into your wet mouth, while still holding on to your neck. The sounds were obscene as he swirled them around, pressing down on your tongue, and it aroused you beyond belief,”I thought you’re just so innocent, baby.”

A lustful wetness had already started soiling your underwear, a damp spot consuming the soft lace between your legs, threatening to spill over, to drip down your thighs and it embarrassed you that the smell filled the space between you and Choso. Your face grew hotter from a slight lack of air and the embarrassment you felt.

The world seemed to tighten around you, as Choso pushed you down onto the counter and fell to his Knees. The sight was so unbearably erotic, him looking up at you, through the dark strands of hair framing his face, his chest heaving, sweat forming at his temples, and his two thick fingers coated in your slick that he was slowly dragging up the inside of your thigh. A low chuckle escaped his dry throat.

“Looks like I don’t even need all this, huh?”, your legs started trembling and it took all he had for Choso not to dive in, to make you moan his name, to litter your body in his marks, shameful fantasies clinging to him of filling you up with his cum and sending you to Yuuji with it all dripping down your thighs.

The sight of your thighs coated in slick, the smell of your arousal made his own heavy with want and once again he felt like a dog on a much too short leash, it was infuriating.

“Tell me what you want, my pretty girl,” Choso whispered against your legs, licking a long stripe up towards your impatient center. He delighted in the way your hips bucked up to meet him.

“You, Choso, you - plea-please,” this time our voice came out strained, burdened by your heavy breathing and the fact that you could not think anymore, no matter how hard you tried. You wanted to tame this man, to make him cater to you, to prove to yourself and everyone else that he was not a monster, that he would not hurt you. Well, hurt you only in the most perverted, delightful sense of the word.

“You want me to corrupt you baby? To fuck you? Aren’t you scared you won't be able to handle it?” he was teasing, but it made you angry, it was almost like Choso enjoyed your nervousness, your fear, like it was spurring him on.

You propped yourself up on the counter, using your elbows, and before you knew what you were doing you grabbed onto his hair, and yanked him towards you.

“Choso, you talk too much…’’, Chosos eyes widened again at your sudden sternness, just as he thought he had won the upperhand, but now again, you had him in checkmate with your aggressiveness. It was almost like getting a taste of his own medicine. Chosos grip on your thighs became bruising, the anger radiating off him, but to your surprise - he complied.

The moment his tongue hit the soft flesh of your pussy, you let out a shrill scream, taken aback by the pleasure his skilled tongue inflicted on you. Any doubts whether this was the right idea or not, were washed away when he started circling his tongue over your clit, lapping at it and flicking ifrom side to side over the swollen bud. You could barely believe how fast he could move his tongue, and it seemed to get faster the louder your mewls became, holding onto him desperately, your toes curling. Choso laughed at the sight of you writhing in pleasure, at how dry your voice had become.

“My dirty girl, I haven’t even really started yet,” the low vibrato of his voice made you clench around air, you were almost scared of him adding any more sensation, as you already felt your climax nearing, it had been so long since anybody made you feel good, and now you were about to tip over the edge much too easily.

Then you felt an intrusion at your pussy, the cold metal of Chosos rings, grazing your flesh plump and making you arch your back at the delicious sensation.

“Look at you, Yue, where is all that talk from earlier huh? Moaning like a bitch in heat all of a sudden,” Chosos mean words made you cry out, tears forming again, but it felt too good to pull away. Again the vibrato of his condescending laugh at your center, while he continued lapping up your juices that kept spilling and spilling. Choso felt high, he was so consumed with his own lust and how it merged with yours that he started to totally drown out his surroundings only focusing on you. It was so much better than he imagined, seeing, hearing, tasting your innocent demeanor crumble in front of him, seeing you become tainted, giving yourself to him, to your pleasure. Animalistic pride surged up at the thought that he was the one doing these things to you, that you trusted him. It began being painful how hard he was and he wanted nothing more than to fuck you, make you cream all over his cock but he knew he was too big to just have his way with you unprepped. And the sight of you crying from how good he was making you feel, was too good to miss out on. He felt like a god and you were his goddess.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispered more to himself, as he began working a finger into you. Choso was still working at your clit like a madman, and he could feel you tighten around his fingers, as he began moving them in and out of you.

One hand came up to pull down your top, exposing your chest to him. Choso had to draw in a sharp breath at the sight, as he slowly began toying with your nipple.

The sensation of him inside you, was otherworldly, but you perched up again, feeling yourself coming so close to your release that you wanted to tell him to slow down. And then it was too late.

As you felt Chosos fingers with the thick,metal ring pave their way into you, alongside the other one, suddenly the stretch became so good, paired with him flicking his tongue over your clit, that the tight band in your belly snapped and everything in front of you turned white. The pleasure was almost too much to take, you heard a ringing in your ear, saw the way Chosos back straightened, his eyes widening as he realized what was happening, and suddenly the momentum became so grand that you screamed out. Your orgasm ripped through you much harder and longer than usual, and you seemed to lose control over your body as every fiber of it started shaking violently.

“That’s it, baby’’,Choso had come up to wrap one arm around you, kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips, his tongue everywhere. He held onto you tightly but gently as you came down from your high. His fingers were still inside you, moving slightly as Choso pressed his forehead to yours, smiling at you.

You felt like crying then at that moment. It felt so tender suddenly, so precious. The way he was holding you felt incredibly familiar, you clinging to him, your breathing suddenly synchronized. It felt almost like fate, being there with him in that moment and you had to think about how some 12000 years ago, people thought of kissing as an exchange of souls.

Choso opened his eyes, looking at you and in that moment you could tell by his glossy eyes and slight smile, that he felt the same.

And you also realized how badly you need him inside you.

“I want you, Yue,” Choso said and immediately he jerked back. He just stood there for a moment - tense, panic rising up inside him, as he realized what he had almost said, what he had wanted to say in that moment. Choso shook his head, ignoring your confused expression, trying to reason with himself that it was just the heat of the moment. Choso was stiff, unsure of what to do, till you came up, leaning towards him and he felt himself ease into your arms.

His dick felt so good pressed against your core, your wetness ruining his pants. Your lips found his, his hands cupping your cheeks. A wave of sadness washed over you for a moment, you felt unsure whether this was happening like you had wanted it to, but it was impossible to focus on your doubts when Choso was so close to you, when you could feel his muscular chest press against your tits.

“Now it’s my turn, Yue.”

With those words Choso took a step back, pulling off his sweater and into view came his perfectly pale chest, his defined muscles, the dark ink of his tattoos complementing his eyes and hair. He took his pants off next and you had to swallow hard at the sight. You had seen his dick before - on screen. You knew it was huge but seeing it now, up close, about to be rammed inside of you, anxiety paved its way through your body.

“I-It is not gonna fit, Choso,” you murmured nervously, gnawing on your bottom lip. Choso did not waste any time to press you down on the counter, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on your neck.

“Choso, I’m serious,” you urged him, weakly pressing against his much bigger and stronger body.

“Oh, I’m gonna show you how it fits, sweet girl,” he spoke through gritted teeth, his dark eyes glaring at you, strands of his black hair falling into his face,” while you’re screaming my name, little Yue.”

That made you gulp. Chosos' thick, long fingers found their way under your skirt again, pulling the fine fabric of your panties, even further down your legs till they fell to the floor. It took all the self-discipline in the world to wiggle away from under his touch. A strained sound came from the back of his throat.

“Fuck, that outfit looks too fucking good on you,” Chosos left hand came to grap your jaw and make you look directly into his beautiful eyes, swirls of dark brown and black seemed to be clouded by lust and anger.

“Lets see the rest of your body, huh, Yue?” He spoke and it sounded almost like a threat.

All protests died in your throat, as he started undressing you with slow, skilled fingers. His touch was way too intoxicating to keep fighting against him and deep down you trusted him not to hurt you. Chosos hands started roaming your body, as he continued his ministrations on your neck, lapping at it with an hungry tongue. The metal of his rings came to lay on your nipples, they immediately hardened and as Choso realized that, he made its way forward, wrapping his lips around the sensitive spot, sucking on it and moaning at the sweet sounds you were making.

Choso couldn’t decide what he wanted most. Was it to use your pretty little mouth? To watch you suck his cock, to watch you struggle taking it all? Or did he want to fuck your little hole that could barely take his fingers?

His thoughts and desires were so vile, but he couldn’t help but feel vulnerable. It felt intimate somehow. It was as if he could not remember any other women before you, any other body before the one in front of him, and never did he feel such an almost supernatural need to be with someone, to make them feel good.

The look of fear mixing with arousal in your eyes as Choso took off his underwear made him impossibly harder, and he knew he had to be inside of you now. The need had become unbearable. Choso did not want to hurt you - well, maybe a bit, but only in the best way.

“I’ll be careful, baby,” Choso whispered tenderly as he aligned himself with your entrance. You closed your eyes, laying back on the counter, but Choso grabbed onto your shoulder, dragging you closer to him, he smiled at you,”Don’t look away, Yue, I want you to see my cock breaking you open. I want you to see it’s me filling your sweet pussy”

You felt yourself becoming even wetter at his words, at the sight of his furrowed brows, as he started pressing himself into you. You winced, as you felt him opening you up, it hurt, but at the same time that well-known heaviness started building in your belly again.

“God, Yue, I wanted to see you take my cock since the first time we met,” Choso said suddenly and you could see that the predatory look had returned to him. Chosos' whole demeanor changed and everything about him became predator-like, it dawned on you that he enjoyed corrupting you, consuming you and some kind of dark desire sprouted inside of you to do the same to him. To let him take you and give yourself to him, rendering him helpless without you.

You had to hold onto his broad shoulders as he kept pushing inside of you, feeling how your walls struggled to accommodate his size, but you only grew wetter and wetter at the sight of him strained and needy. His hand found its way around your neck again, pressing lightly, and his other hand held tightly onto your ankle, spreading your legs so he could see you swallow every painful inch of his dick.

“Choso, i-it feels so good,” you cried out as he finally bottomed out. Both of you were shivering, panting and the whole kitchen counter was soiled in your juices and sweat.

“Yeah tell me again, Yue,” he demanded as he stilled to let you adjust. And you did, again and again, while he licked along your breasts, sucking your tender skin and biting down on your bottom lip.

“You’re such a little slut, letting me fuck you raw,” Choso chuckled darkly, as he suddenly pulled out of you and rammed back into you at an unmerciful pace. Your spine arched and you screamed, fingers clawing into his back at the brutal intrusion,” If only your little, pink haired friend could see you like this.”

Choso laughed darkly and you wanted to tell him to stop, but the air was knocked from your lungs, as he suddenly set a brutal pace, ramming inside of your tight pussy again and again like an animal in heat. Your brain was reduced to a string of lewd noises and pleads for him to slow down, but Choso was relishing in seeing you come undone on his dick.

He couldn’t stop himself, your pussy sucking him in again and again and he enjoyed seeing your body shake from his violent thrusts, your jiggling flesh, the drool pouring from your mouth, voice coarse as he pressed down on your neck harder.

Choso wanted to ruin you so badly, ruin you forever, so you could never be with another man without thinking about him.

No, scratch that, he never wanted you to be with another man at all. His brain was going haywire, as he imagined flipping you over and degrading you even further, to claim you and fuck you into submission. But he also wanted you to be stern with him again.

“You look so beautiful, sweet girl,” Choso cooed at you gently, the contrast between his sweet, tender voice and his bruising thrusts so stark that it made you dizzy,” my little slut,” he murmured while sweetly stroking your face with the hand that was around your neck.

“ ‘m gonna cum, Cho, gonna cum on your cock,” you whined loudly and he kissed you.

“Yeah baby? Gonna cum for me?”, he asked proudly, the hand from your ankle coming to rub your clit in slow, sloppy circles, your juices spilling all over his hand.

Suddenly a familiar sound startled Choso and his pace slowed down. As the sound of his skin slapping against yours became quieter the tone grew louder filling the room. Both of you looked around in confusion, your brain was still slowed down and anger grew in your chest as your growing orgasm died down in your belly. Not far from you, on the counter your bag sat and the tone came from inside of it - your phone.

Choso grit his teeth, he clenched his jaw in annoyance at the intrusion, so he just turned back towards you and continued his administrations on your clit. But you grew nervous - you had ignored your friends the whole day, nobody knew what you were doing besides Yuuji and you were scared they’d may drop by to check on you, so you pressed Choso away from you slightly, chewing your lip nervously while shooting him an apologetic glance.

Choso grabbed both your hands in one of his much larger ones.

“Don’t answer it!”, he spat through gritted teeth, seemingly seething with rage.

“I-I’m sorry, I just don’t want them to worry and come by,” reluctantly Choso let you reach for the phone, pulling out of you. He felt bitter, abject almost that you were making him wait. Choso studied you intensely as you pulled your phone towards you, jumping down the counter onto wiggly feet. Choso tried to calm himself down, tried not to snap at you, but he was frustrated beyond relief.

His eyes fixated on the hickey on your neck once more, and he felt the primal anger inside of him surge up again. All of Chosos restraint flew out the window as he saw the caller ID.

Yuuji.

The moment he saw you accept the call he saw red. Never in his life had Choso felt rage this deep and seething. His body felt light, like all his weight was suddenly centered in his chest, where he felt venom bubbling. This must be some kind of foul joke, after what just happened you’d just go and talk to that guy? Choso had tried to be nice. Tried to be gentle. Enjoyed it too, he’ll admit that, but there was a line not to be crossed with him. Choso had always been teritorial, bad at sharing and right now he was so fucking horny and angry that he did not care how toxic or hypocritical he was. Choso had enough of this, of you leading him on like this.

Big Mistake.

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pairing: Hallmark Christmas Movie Au! Poe Dameron x Reader

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Adore You series: 01, 02, 03, 04, ... - AO3

Even though you’re on vacation, you are far from exempt from your work. And nothing is proving that more than the headache you nurse as you continue pouring over document after document on your tablet. Numbers and figures, charts and graphs, blueprints and sketches, even interviews and gossip articles – they’re all blending together after staring at the screen for what’s likely been hours.

Snoke’s call the night before was not a social one – they never are. He was going on about some acquisition Kylo’s been trying to make for the past few months, and apparently, he was missing something crucial, which is where you usually come in. The two of you have always been a team for a reason. He was more of the passion and ideas, whereas you were better with relations and logistics.

Snoke had immediately sent over hundreds of digital files for you to go through and find… well something. Most likely some kind of professional blackmail. Some kind of small violation or incident that would really be such a shame if it came to the media's attention. You know, the usual.

So far, everything they’ve done is up to code, as far as you can tell. But Snoke won’t take no for an answer. He’d have your head for it. So you continue looking through page after page, searching for some dirt, searching for any kind of upper hand on the competition.

After coming back in that night while on the phone with Snoke, you blew past your parents and went straight up to your room, where you’ve been for almost the entirety of this Sunday. You couldn’t even face them after that absolute embarrassment of an evening. And though this morning you did stalk around the house if only to get a thing or two to eat, you pointedly ignored your mother, only giving your father a small silent nod of acknowledgment.

Stealing away to your room for a full day of silent, frustrating work was not exactly your idea of a fun vacation back home, but neither was last night. Just the thought of running into Poe again makes you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment and stress. He probably thinks you’re an idiot now. Probably never wants to see you again. And who could blame him if he did?

If you were a different woman, you’d probably have shed a few embarrassed tears in the solitude of your room, but that wasn’t you. Not anymore. So you rub your eyes once again, and get back to work.

You’re back to staring at a tax filing by the company’s CEO from seventeen years ago when a notification pops up at the top of your screen.

Unknown Number

hey! its rose! i got ur number from when you called the shop lol hope thats not creepy

i was wondering if ur busy tonight? i was thinking of getting drinks w/ some friends at Kanata’s! wanna come? i can pick u up since ur ride is chopped ;)

You blink back at the notification. Drinks? At Kanata’s?

You can’t remember the last time you actually went out with a group of friends, especially for fun. Taking clients you and Kylo were wooing out to dinner was a common occurrence. But fun? They were never.

Another wave of anxiety washes over you. Friends? Who were these friends? Would they like you? Did you know them? Maybe it would be better to just stay and finish your work. Nothing could go wrong if you did that.

You open the message, absolutely ready to type an excuse why you can’t come, when there’s a gentle knock at your door. You already recognize it as your mother by the way she knocks even before she calls out gently.

“Love? You in there?”

“I’m here.” You leave your voice flat and emotionless. You need her to know you’re still mad.

“Can… Can I come in?”

‘No’ dances on the tip of your tongue for a strong moment, but the uncertainty in her soft voice gives you pause.

“...Okay.”

The door clicks open slowly and your mother pokes her head in, a small, nervous smile affecting her features. You only look at her blankly from your nest of blankets and pillows that have been on your bed since high school.

She steps more fully into the room, closing the door behind her most of the way. She leaves it open just a little, giving the both of you some air to breathe, but also, in a way, making sure not to lock herself in a cage with a wounded animal.

And she approaches you like one–cautious, hands visible and apologetic. You huff, curled up in the corner of your bed, and try to look anywhere but at her. But she’s hard to avoid as she sits gently on the far edge of your bed and pulls her hands into her lap, looking down and rolling them over one another contemplatively. You two sit like this for a moment, simmering in the uncomfortable tension, but like hell you’re the one with anything to apologize for.

She lets out a deep sigh. “I’m… so, so sorry… about my behavior last night. I suppose I just… wasn’t handling your absence as well as I thought I was.”

Despite the small sorrow your heart finds at her small and broken tone, the anger–rage even– that has been boiling since the night before claws desperately to be let out. You breathe deeply, and do your best to keep it still in its place. But that doesn’t exclude the fury that seeps into your quiet voice, as you level your gaze with hers.

“Mom, that was the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me in my entire professional career. I need you to know this.”

She nods understandingly and looks back to her fiddling hands. “Yes. I know. And I couldn’t be sorry enough. I realized...I– I don’t know how to be your mother anymore.” You blink at this. A terrible lurch in your gut crawls into your throat at the sight of the tears silently beginning their descent down her cheeks. “I don’t know what to do for you when you're a grown woman who’s accomplished so much on her own without me. I miss you, but I’m not really sure I know you anymore.”

She looks up suddenly at you, her face twisted with grief and regret.

“I didn’t mean it like that… I-”

You stop her, shaking your head, swallowing the lump in your throat, willing the sudden strange wetness in your eyes away. Your voice comes out more choked up than you wish. But whatever wall was up is quickly crumbling away.

“No… Mom, I think I understand.” You look down at your own hands now, picking at your nails nervously, silently discovering the lineage of this habit of yours. You smile sadly at the thought. “I feel that way too sometimes… about myself.”

“Oh, love.” Your mother reaches out, placing her hand on your foot, the only part of you she can reach, and squeezes it gently. She smiles sweetly, her eyes and cheeks still wet, though she’s wiped away the tears.

“You’re not my little girl anymore… but you’re still my daughter, and I’ll love you no matter what.”

You nod, suppressing a sniff as you rub at your nose. She squeezes your foot one more time before standing up and making her way back to the door. She reaches for the handle when you call out.

“I love you, Mom.”

The smile she sends you is genuine, heartfelt, and warming to your core. It makes you realize how much you truly missed your mother, even if she had her difficulties. “I love you too, girlie.”

With that, she closes the door, leaving you alone with your tablet and the unanswered message. But you know your response now.

Sounds fun! Let me know what time. I’d love to come, if you’ll have me.

You begin entering Rose’s information into your contacts and her response is almost immediate.

Rose Tico

duuuh! ill get u at like 8ish? and we’ll meet them there! cant wait!

You look down at the message and can’t help but feel a little more at home.

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You run a hand through your hair, adjusting your outfit for the hundredth time. You’ve opted for something more casual tonight. Something a little more friendly, approachable. You suddenly frown at your reflection. You don’t need these people’s approval. Well, no. But it wouldn’t be so bad to be friendly for once would it?

The two voices in your head continue to battle it out, leaving you frozen in the mirror, desperately trying to understand how you feel in this moment. Anxious? Perhaps. Regretful of accepting this invitation? Maybe.

Your phone chirps, lighting up on your desk. Glancing over, you see it’s Rose. You don’t need to read it to know it’s just her announcing her arrival, but you pick it up anyway, settling down on your bed and slipping on your shoes as you open the message.

Rose Tico

here!!! right in front lol

One moment!

You lace up your boots quickly, practically sprinting out of your room and down the stairs, snatching up your long coat on the way.

“I’m headed out, I won’t be back until you guys are already in bed. So, goodnight.”

You call out to the living room as you pull on the coat, your parents turning from their seats on the couch, eyeing you with interest.

“And where are you going this late, young lady?” Your father questions sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

“Out with friends,” you rush, already halfway out the door, spotting Rose in her car and giving a small wave. “Love you, bye!”

Half-jogging down the steps, you cross quickly but cautiously through the snow-laden yard, careful not to slip. As you close the gate behind you, Rose is already opening the passenger door from the inside, beckoning you in.

“Get inside, it’s freezing!”

You allow yourself a small laugh and slide into the seat next to her. Pulling the door closed, you look around, taking in the space of the car, as she starts it back up and pulls away from the curb.

Like most things in The Base, it’s worn and old, peeling and chafed, likely held together with duct tape and love. But despite all of its imperfections, it’s not only comfortable, it’s cozy. It’s warm and personal, every dent containing a story, every mile meaningful.

You can’t help but think back to the chill rigid efficiency of your TIE. Sure, it gets the job done, and is mighty stylish while it does so, but you’ve never felt like it was yours. Never felt anything but cool indifference for its sleek lines and dark exterior.

“So, you’re looking snazzy tonight.” Rose pulls you out of your thoughts with her cheery tone.

You look down at your outfit, once again tugging at its hems.

“Am I? I was actually trying to dress down.”

She laughs at that. “You think that’s dressing down? No way, this is dressing down.” She takes one hand off the wheel, gesturing at her own attire: A brown button-up with a sewn name tag and a pair of dark cargo pants. Likely the uniform she wore to work today. Her cool attitude and smooth voice put you at ease, and you can feel your guard begin to lower.

“I like this on you,” you quietly praise. You pick at your nails, continuing, “Don’t take this the wrong way, please, but… I admire that you can wear clothes like that and feel comfortable. I feel like I have to dress up all the time, no matter what. I don’t know… I- Nevermind.”

You look up at Rose and she pulls her eyes away from the road for a moment to give you a meaningful look. She nods sympathetically, her previous lightness replaced by understanding. She realizes the weight of this seemingly minor admission.

“I get it, I do.” She gives you a soothing smile. “I just hope you can feel comfortable here… with us. We like having you back, even if just for a moment.”

Still smiling, she turns back to the wheel with a light shrug. “Plus, this isn’t Canto Bight. You’ll look great no matter what.”

You groan, half sardonic, half-serious. “Oh, please don’t remind me. You know, I thought I was a vulture, but those people,” you give an audible shiver. “They’re something else.”

Rose laughs melodically. “Oh, do tell.”

______________

The ride to the bar is short, the car only really needed for warmth, but the company is appreciated. Rose laughs along to your story of once attempting to cover for Kylo’s drunken rage in front of investors, and while it was a very unamusing situation at the time, you find yourself chuckling with her.

“Well, that’s why we don’t let him have Bespin Fizzes anymore.”

Rose giggles at that, before piping up in her seat a little. “There it is!”

The bar comes into view just ahead, a familiar neon sign reading Kanata’s hanging overhead a small brick building. The parking lot is compact, but practically full, reminding you just how small the town is, as Kanata’s is the only real bar in the whole Base, and as such, is the town’s favorite happy hour hangout.

She leans up the dashboard, pointing to an old, grey, junky Corellian that’s as familiar to the town as the bar.

“There’s the Falcon,” she points out with a smile, though you don’t need her to tell which car it is. “They’re here.”

You nod, smiling at the old hunk of junk fondly, before suddenly realizing what the Falcon’s presence implies. She pulls up to the spot next to it as you turn to her.

“Wait, we’re getting drinks with Han? ” You try not to sound upset, only curious, but Rose reads your panic easily.

“No, silly,” she giggles, and seems to dodge the question, stepping out of the car. You quickly follow behind, stepping out into the chill night air. Closing the doors, Rose rounds the car and you trail next to her, past the Falcon and towards the bar's entrance. She continues her explanation without you having to ask.

“About five years ago, Han gave the Falcon away.”

“He gave it away? Why would he do that? To who?”

She pushes open the door, leading you into the dimly lit bar, which you only now realize with its unfamiliar interior, that you never stuck around to be old enough to actually enter it. The lights are low, yellow and red, but not unwelcoming, in fact creating a warm atmosphere. It’s brightest around the bar itself, with neon and string lights, as patrons sit on the stools, chatting over the low playing jukebox on the far side of the room. Near it are a couple of pool tables, busy with players in the middle of games. A few locals drink in booths against the walls, however Rose leads you towards the high tables and stools in the middle of the room. You’re scanning the bar for anyone you recognize when you finally see where she’s leading you– to the only couple occupying the tables, and your heart drops into your stomach as your fight or flight instinct kicks in.

“To them!” Rose points but once again you don’t need her helpful hand to see what you need to.

At the table is a girl you don’t recognize with a sweet face and dark hair, but it’s the familiar face next to her that makes you want to run.

Finn, your old classmate, but more importantly your old employee, sits smiling and laughing, casual as anything. You knew Finn left First Order – on very bad terms, one would be remiss to forget – after a fateful trip home for somewhere less cutthroat and competitive, but you thought that meant somewhere like Alderaan. You didn’t think he’d come back, and you certainly didn’t think you’d actually see him here.

Rose doesn’t notice your hesitation, continuing to pull you forward and calling out to her friends. She catches their attention, waving, and you brace for the moment of impact.

Finn is going to be mad that you’re here. He’s going to be furious. He’s going to stand up and yell at Rose about how awful of a person you are and make sure nobody in this town will even so much as smile at you ever again. He’s going to laugh in your face and tell you to go back to Coruscant and you’ll do it because you’re so deeply embarrassed.

The girl turns first, smiling and waving back at Rose. She grins brightly at you as well, obviously unfamiliar but still friendly. Finn turns second with an easy expression, glancing at you briefly before doing a double-take. His face falls, but not into anger like you expect. It drops to confusion, like he’s making sure it’s you, which then turns into half-smug disbelief, a bewildered smile taking over his features.

Finn speaks first. “No-freaking-way.”

Tension still wracks your body as he steps off the stool, meeting you and Rose in front of the table. Rose looks between the two of you before dropping your hand and covering her eyes.

“Oh my God, I totally forgot about the whole…” She looks to you apologetically, not towards Finn, which confuses you. “I’m so sorry I forgot to say.”

“No, I- it’s okay. I just hope I’m not intruding.” It seems that this town just loves to leave you at a loss for words.

Finn laughs, seemingly completely at ease. “Not unless you’re here to talk about work. Or to try to win me back.”

“God, no. Not that we wouldn’t love to have you back but,” you glance quickly at the friendly girl still sitting at the table, obviously confused. “I understand that you’re much happier here.”

“That I am.”

“Then that’s all I care about.”

Rose absolutely buzzes with energy at the exchange. “Yay! So we’re all still friends and everything?” Her hands are clasped and her hopeful eyes flicker back and forth between the two of you.

You turn your gaze back to Finn, hoping that you look as genuine as he does. “I hope so.”

“I don’t see any reason why not,” He smiles warmly at you, offering his hand. “Besides, you weren’t exactly the one that left me with a bad taste in my mouth.”

You take his hand easily, and just barely manage to quell your surprise when he uses it to tug you into a warm hug. The recent bombardment of hugs you’ve received in the past few days is the only thing that gets your arms moving properly, wrapping loosely around Finn for a moment before you part.

As you pull back, an awkwardness comes to hang in the air as a silence settles between the four of you. You suddenly remember the girl at the table seemingly the same moment that Finn does. He pipes up, turning towards her and half leading you to the table where they were sitting.

“Right, uh, Rey, I’d like you to meet an old friend of mine.”

You extend a hand and introduce yourself to the woman, Rey, and she lets out an awkward laugh as she takes it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I was a bit, erm, hesitant to intrude on the moment. Seems like there’s a lot of history going on here.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Finn laughs before his nose scrunches up in thought. “Actually, you might have some idea. You know the place I used to work before we met?”

Rey’s face twists in disgust. “You mean that awful tech company? God, you couldn’t stop talking about how awful it was for almost a year. Must’ve been terrible. Did you work there too?”

She looks to you as your cheeks heat up and you can't help the grimace that creeps into your expression. “I actually still do.”

Finn opens his mouth but Rey beats him to it. “Oh no, that must be awful. What do you do? Get yelled at all day by some tall blonde woman like Finn did?” She chuckles at her own joke, but she’s the only one. Finn and Rose look like they’d rather be anywhere else. Probably at the bar. With strong drinks. Yet, you feel a chill indifference wash over you. The one you feel whenever you walk through the doors of the First Order offices and meetings.

“Actually I’m the COO.”

Rey’s jaw slackens with the shock, mouth starting and stopping any words she attempts to get out. “I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.” Finn has his head fully in his hands and Rose looks like she might die. But you smile softly.

“It’s okay. I’ve heard far worse before. From people whose opinions were far more important.”

The urge to storm out tugs at your gut but your feet stay planted. It’s strange. You’re not quite sure what emotion it is that you’re feeling exactly. There’s anger, but it’s the blow to your pride that fuels it. There’s certainly embarrassment. Mostly, you realize it’s guilt. Guilt that the company you worked so hard to build has hurt people - people that you care about. You knew it happened, probably every day, probably right at this moment, but being faced with the conversations that people must be having behind your back… It hurts. It hurts in many directions.

“Drinks!” Rose chirps loudly, desperate to break the tension. “I’ll go get us some drinks!”

She spins on a dime and immediately heads towards the bar. Looking between you and Rey, Finn gulps. “She’ll probably need some… help with those…” He’s immediately out of his chair and trailing behind Rose.

Rey sits quietly, a thoughtful look on her face as you finally take a seat on the stool across from her. The silence hangs for a moment as the jukebox croons quietly in the background.

“I really didn’t mean it that way,” Rey starts quietly. “It’s just…” She leans towards you, elbows resting in front of her on the table. Her eyes are earnest, kindness pouring forth. “Finn was miserable when we met in Jakku. Work was stressing him out to no end, but mostly… he felt like he was hurting people. He had a stable and successful job but… what did it cost him? All he ever wanted to do was help people.” She sighs, and a small smile tugs at her lips. “I like to think I helped him, but really, he knew all along what he had to do. I’m so grateful that we’re both here now, working with the kids, helping people where it feels like it really matters. I can’t speak for you, but it sounds like you’re proud of your company, and I’m glad but… It just wasn’t right for Finn. I hope I haven’t offended you.”

You’re momentarily stunned by her small speech. Not just the words but her honesty. You can tell from the tone of her voice just how much she cares for Finn and how much she believes in their cause. You find a small stain on the table, gazing at it intensely in thought. You’ve just wanted to help people too, all your life, but making something of yourself always came first it seemed. You told yourself you were helping people, creating new things that made so many people’s lives easier, donating intensely to charities, but how many people were you hurting on the way? How many times can you tell yourself that some eggs must be cracked to make an omelette? How many people have you screwed over, blackmailed, and outright stolen from? How many shady people have you bought from or sold to? How many things have you ignored or swept under the carpet just to keep business running as usual?

“If it helps… Finn always spoke highly of you.”

You look up as Rey draws you out of your thoughts, something she obviously picks up on going by her smile.

“Well… He’s a good man. A good friend before he was an employee… I didn’t mean what I said either - about your opinion not mattering. That’s not true, I just…” You trail off, but look up to find comfort and forgiveness in her warm expression. You give her a small genuine smile of your own. “Maybe we should just start over.”

You extend a hand, introducing yourself and she does the same, laughing lightly as she does so. At that moment, Rose and Finn come shuffling over, each balancing a tray with a few colorful drinks and rounds of shots. Placing the trays on the table, Finn eyes your smiles and parting hands.

“Are you guys… Is everything good now?”

You nod, laughing. “Yes, I think we just got off on the wrong foot.”

“And we’re just here to have a good time and hang out - no work talk.” Rey winks at Finn. He lets out a hearty laugh, clapping you two on the back.

“Oh, you two are good.”

“Actually, there’s one more thing,” Rose cuts in. She looks absolutely tickled pink, poorly suppressing her roguish grin. Finn and Rey raise an eyebrow in unison, seemingly used to this behavior.

Rose giggles, “I invited Poe!”

You instantly feel your heart rate pick up and a gentle heat rise in your cheeks, but it seems your the only one excited about this development. Rey only sighs with an unamused laugh. Rolling his eyes, Finn shakes his head, “That’s not exactly a surprise.” He turns to you. “She invites him out every time. And every time he says no. ‘Too busy.’”

“He never just relaxes,” Rey chimes in. “We’re constantly inviting him out, even inviting ourselves into the shop occasionally, but he’s just so dedicated to his work. It’d be admirable if it wasn’t so annoying.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Rose waves her hands around, as if attempting to dispel the negative comments in the air before they reach you. “BUT… I told him a certain special someone was gonna be here!”

Finn and Rey both turn to you, Rey holding an expression of curiosity and Finn looking at you with new eyes, the gears turning almost visibly in his head. Did she mean you? Everyone seems to be looking at you expectantly so… she must be. Sure, Poe seems to like you well enough but… This is behavior that seems to have been going on for years. How could your presence possibly change that?

“Wh- Me?” You ask, turning to Rose at a sudden loss for words. “Why- What makes me special?”

Rose rolls her eyes so hard her head can’t help but follow. “You are so oblivious. And so special.”

Finn nods, with a grin you can only describe as ‘shit-eating.’

“Of course.” He bites his lip deviously. “This is gonna be so fun.”

“Really wha-”

You’re cut off by the sound of the blowing snow and wind as the door creaks open behind you. As if on cue, each of your heads swivel to the entrance to see the door swinging shut behind Poe shaking the snowflakes out of his hair, cheeks ruddy from the outside cold. He looks up from tugging his gloves off to see the four of you gawking at him. If he can tell he just walked in on a discussion of himself, he doesn’t show it. He practically beams at the four of you, but lets his eyes settle on yours.

“Hey guys.”

“This is gonna be so fun,” You hear Finn whisper behind you.

You fail miserably at trying to hide your smile, but you know it’s for the best.

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“God, I know it’s embarrassing but... that’s so funny.” Rey chuckles with red cheeks, thoroughly amused.

“But it’s so embarrassing,” You exclaim, a little louder than you’re usually comfortable with but the drinks you’ve been slowly consuming for the past two hours have loosened your tongue just a bit.

Finn continues to shake his head in laughter. “I do love your mom, though. I wanna thank her for that one. A proper Base welcome.”

“C’mon, it really wasn’t so bad,” Poe laughs.

Once he’d arrived, everyone made quick work of getting him a drink and dragging over a stool, planting him firmly and snuggly between you and Rose. Small pleasantries and catching up eventually turned into you and Poe recounting the previous night's dinner and conversation at the strong behest of the rest of the group. It mostly consisted of you complaining and apologizing to Poe and him simply laughing it off, attempting to placate your worries. Finn, Rey, and Rose simply watched in entertainment, soaking up every juicy detail.

“Really, you have to stop beating yourself up about it. You’ll drive yourself insane.” Poe places a hand on your shoulder, sending a little shiver of electricity through your body that you desperately try to curb. You look down at his hand on your shoulder and are struck with the desire to see it as often as possible. Meeting his eyes, they are warm and kind and cause you to immediately lose whatever it was you were going to just say. You are now very aware of just how buzzed you are.

“I’ll… I’ll try.” You give him a small smile and he accepts it readily, his own smile growing. Over your shoulder, Finn must catch his eye because he swiftly turns his head back to his drink on the table and clears his throat. His hand gives you a small pat and quickly retreats back to his lap. His hand makes a loose fist and you miss its warmth.

“Well,” Rose starts. “It’s getting late and I am so beat. I should get going.”

Rose gives a meaningful glance at Finn and Rey, “Isn’t it a school night? You guys should get going too. Don’t want to have to show a video tomorrow.”

Finn’s eyes widen a bit and Rey nods fervently.

“Yes, absolutely. You’re so right, Rose.” Finn begins standing up from his stool. “C’mon, Rey, we should be off.”

Those fucking conspirators. You know you should be grateful - they’re trying very hard to set you up with your high school crush - but all you can feel is panic. You’re an expert at talking to people, from brokering deals to conducting yourself in interviews and even giving presentations, you’ve trained and practiced in the art of discussion. But for some reason, just being in the same room as Poe makes your brain short circuit. Your mind constantly pulls back and forth whether to close off and shut him out or loosen up and actually let him in. It’s barely been three days but it feels like so much longer. And that’s terrifying.

“Uh-Wh- Are you guys okay to drive?” You sputter.

Finn sends you a reassuring smile as he grabs Rey by the shoulders, “Rey might not be in any state to drive, but I’m totally fine. I’ve had maybe two drinks in the past couple hours. Don’t worry.”

Rose is off her stool too, gathering her coat. “Could you maybe drop me off too? I’d just walk but it’s so damn cold.”

“No problem, Rose.”

“What about me? I’m supposed to walk then?” You interject, flustered. “Rose, you drove me here.”

Rose gives an exaggerated look of cluelessness, giving you a shrug before looking over at Poe.

Breaking his momentary silence, Poe gives you a nod. “Yeah, I can give you a ride if you want.”

You can only nod along. “Yeah, that sounds good. Thank you.”

Rose lets out a little squeal, scrambling over to give you a kiss on the cheek and skip out the door, calling out goodbyes over her shoulder. You can’t help but roll your eyes and laugh along with Finn and Rey, both of them giving you and Poe sidehugs before taking their exit as well.

As the doors swing shut and the silence between you settles, you glance around at the bar. There are about half as many people as there were a few hours ago but the place doesn’t feel empty by any means. The few patrons still mill about, some playing pool, some chatting at the bar. You sigh contently at the sight, something Poe catches as he watches you.

“Good to be home?”

You look over, momentarily studying his handsome features in the warm lights as you try to figure out how to answer his question.

“I don’t know. Like I said before, it’s not really home. And yet it is.”

He nods, thinking for a second. “But are you happy to be here?”

You eye him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’m starting to be.”

“Well, I’ll drink to that.” He grins, holding up his bottle. You meet his with your own, both taking a swig with a smile.

As you settle your drinks back on the table, Poe leans over with a lowered voice. Your pulse thrums in your veins. “You know, I actually had a great time last night, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

You sigh with chagrin, momentarily closing your eyes to rub at the spot between your brows.

“Well, I’m glad you had so much fun at my expense.”

Poe leans away, shutting his eyes in his own embarrassment.

“That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry.”

You chuckle lightly, a sound that gets Poe to open one eye before breaking into a smile, laughing with you. He leans in again, still smiling but a serious tone overtakes him.

“I really understand if you don’t want to talk about it but… What was your mother talking about… with Ben?”

You feel like a bucket of water has been dumped on you, ruining the easy-going mood you’d let slowly wash over you for the past few hours, but when you look at him, you can’t help but want to tell him everything.

“I just… I’ve only heard bits and pieces about what happened after you graduated. You really… disappeared.”

“Not disappeared,” you say quietly, with grit in your voice. “They just started paying attention to me somewhere else.”

“I paid attention to you,” Poe murmurs. When you catch his eye, he corrects himself. “I mean, we all did.”

You smile sadly, “Yeah, this is different.”

Poe gently knocks your shoulder with his, making you let out a snicker. Glancing over, Poe levels you with a genuine look, with soft eyes and a smile. “I get the feeling you don’t talk about your life often. So, tell me about it.”

He’s right. You never talk about your life, you certainly never regale your story to whoever asks. Doing that requires you to be vulnerable, it requires self-reflection and introspection. It requires you to think about things that you’ve long locked away inside. But…

“Well, I’m not sure how well you remember, or if you ever noticed but… no one ever really talked to me. Then one day, Ben did. No one ever really talked to him either, so we made a fast pair. He was odd... but he was a real friend to me. I wouldn’t have traded that for anything.”

Poe nods understandably, encouraging you to keep going.

“We decided to stick together. We got into Imperial University together and got out as quickly as we could. Neither of us… We couldn’t stay here, not with what we planned on doing with our lives. This town… it just wasn’t for us.”

“Yeah, I hear that a lot. I get that, too.” Poe takes a drink.

“You do?”

He laughs softly. “Yeah, but that’s a story for another time. Keep going.”

“We learned at school that we worked really well together. Our mentor Snoke realized that, too. He led us, taught us, molded us. He helped us build our company, First Order Tech. He was our first investor, he still sits on the board of directors. Kylo… Ben may be the CEO, but Snoke is still in charge of both of us to this day. It’s our company, we created it from the ground up but… We still bow to him.”

You shake your head. Time for the hard part. Might as well get it out quick and easy.

“Somewhere along the way… I don’t know if it was love. It wasn’t love how it should be - I can tell you that. But, Ben and I… were together. And then he proposed. I don’t think it was because he wanted to. I think he just thought… he was supposed to. Just the natural progression of our lives, I guess.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until the teardrops reach your chin, where they hang heavily before dropping onto your lap. You quickly wipe them away, as Poe once again places a hand on your back, but this time it stays there, his thumb rubbing comfortably back and forth.

“You don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to. It’s okay.”

“I just,” You sniffle, wiping your nose. Way to break down just as he was warming up to you, kiddo. “I’ve never talked about this before, not really. I don’t even think I’ve ever cried over this before.”

“Anyway, I somehow became lucid enough to call it off a few months before the wedding.”

You sniff wetly and press the backs of your hands to your eyes, your makeup no doubt ruined by now. Poe’s thumb keeps its motion.

“I just wanted it so bad,” Your voice cracks. The lump that had been caught in your throat breaks free in the form of a sob. “I let myself be blind because I…”

Your hands are shaking and tears run freely down your face.

“I wanted to be loved. And I thought that’s how I would get it. But I woke up.”

You drop your hands onto the table, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You clench your fists and your voice no longer trembles.

“And I’m glad I did. We’re both better people for it.”

Only now do you chance a look at Poe. You had kept your gaze down, too scared to find what his expression might be, too scared to read his thoughts on his face. But his hand had stayed planted, comforting you. That had to mean something, right?

Looking up, you see only his warm gaze that had assured you deeply enough to get you talking in the first place. It carries a sadness, a kind of worry in the crease between his slightly upturned brows. But you find no disgust. No pity.

“I wish I knew what to say.”

You chuckle wetly, “You don’t have to say anything. I understand that it’s a lot.”

His hand makes a broad stroke across your back as he leans in once again.

“There’s actually a lot of things I want to say, but I’m sure you’d hate all of them considering they all sound like condescending things your mom has probably said to you over the years.”

A genuine laugh bubbles out of you at this, a bright smile pulling up your wet mascara stained cheeks. Seeing this, Poe can’t help a smile of his own.

“Things like ‘you’re so brave’ and ‘you poor thing’?” You giggle.

He chuckles, “Yeah something like that, the usuals.”

“Well thank you for sparing me.”

“No problem.” He pauses for a moment. “But really, thank you for telling me.”

He sounds like he means it.

“Thank you for listening, Poe.”

And so do you.

You sit like that just for a moment, gazing at each other. You take in the small details, admiring the creases around his eyes, the shape of his jaw, the curls in his hair. He seems to be taking you in as well, his eyes flickering across your features. You see them linger on the stains of your cheeks, turning your head away subconsciously.

“Ready to go?” He asks softly.

You smile and nod, wiping at your nose with your sleeve. “Yeah, I think I’m ready.”

You wobble just a bit as you get up from your seat, but Poe’s hand is still there to steady you. It stays there as you walk to the door. Stepping out into the cold, you instinctively huddle against him, a move he readily accepts as you walk.

“I’m not always a sad drunk, I promise.”

You feel the rumble of his chest as he laughs gently at your small joke.

“Don’t worry. I believe you.”

The ride is comfortably silent, except for the low hum of the radio as you drive. Pulling up to your house, you want to say something, do something, to thank him for what he did tonight. For driving you home, for listening to you and comforting you as you practically sobbed in his arms, for coming to the bar at all, supposedly just because you were there.

But you don’t do anything.

“I’ll see you around,” is all you say.

You hear him swallow as he nods. “Yeah, I’ll… I’ll see you.”

When you finally slink upstairs and collapse in your bed, you still feel the phantom touch of Poe’s hand across your back.

notes: Whew! Thank you SO much for reading and thanks to all the people who stuck around! It’s been such a long and hard year and I hope everyone is doing okay. I’m determined to make this year great and I hope you all will join me!

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malewifegrantaire · 3 years

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The Birthday Thing

READ PART ONE HERE

PART TWO: Guess who’s coming to dinner hang out for no apparent reason (as far as Grantaire can tell)?

Combeferre had inadvertently ruined the rest of Grantaire’s week. It wasn’t his fault, of course. He couldn’t be blamed for Grantaire’s Incredibly Bad Brain. But still, “I just know Enjolras and I know he likes you” is a very reckless phrase to pepper into a conversation with someone of Grantaire’s constitution. He could hardly fall asleep that night because the words I know he likes you were clanging too loudly against the bars of the jail cell he called a mind. He didn’t mind too much though. The clanging was because Enjolras liked him, which made all of the noise sound a bit like music.

Grantaire picked out an outfit for the party and laid it out like he was a little kid excited for a school trip. Embarrassed with himself, he threw the entire outfit into his clothing hamper so he wouldn’t have to look at it lying out on his dresser anymore. Which was obviously a mistake, because now the clothes were are wrinkled and they were touching his actually dirty clothes. Which meant now he had to do a half load of laundry on a weekday, which he really didn’t like doing.

As he folded his laundry, Grantaire felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Huh. It was from Combeferre. Odd.

hey, are u free? sorry lol i am bored and wanted to know if u wanna hang out ??

Very odd. Maybe the wrong number? Just to be safe, Grantaire texted back:

grantaire is folding laundry right now, like a responsible adult.

Two texts back:

very interesting use of third person..

i can help if u want! i love 2 fold things

So this was Grantaire’s life. He used to be young and wild, and now he’s the sort of person that makes plans with people who text him sentences like “i love 2 fold things.” He typed his response.

uh, sure? might get boring, but i’ll never say no to an extra set of hands.

About fifteen minutes later, Combeferre was inside of Grantaire’s apartment. “You got here fast.” Grantaire said.

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“Aren’t you always?”

Combeferre took in Grantaire’s apartment, which gave Grantaire such a wave of self-consciousness that he thought he might be sick. It was a fine apartment, kept clean mostly because Grantaire hardly spent any time in it. The ceilings were far too low for Combeferre.

“This is a really nice place.” Combeferre said. “Have you lived here long?”

“Five years, I think.” Grantaire said. “I think the landlord thought I’d have left by now, but, well. I’m still here.”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s nice. Good windows. Not easy to come by.”

Grantaire laughed at that. “Hey, was there something you wanted to talk about? Or are you just here to admire my big beautiful windows?”

Combeferre looked slightly embarrassed. “Uh, the latter, I guess.” he said. “I mean, just what I texted, I was bored, and I guess . . . I don’t know. I guess I thought we could just hang out?”

Now it was Grantaire’s turn to be embarrassed. Of course. Combeferre is the sort of person who’s actually, you know, decent. He was just trying to be nice and Grantaire was accusing him of having an ulterior motive. Way to go. Grantaire cleared his throat. “Well, thanks for coming. Feel free to park wherever. I only did a half load of laundry so I’m finished folding, sorry. I know how much you love to fold.”

“I went through a very intense Marie Kondo phase.” Combeferre grinned. “Let me know if you ever need your closet to be reorganized.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Grantaire said. It was dawning on him that, being more of the roaming type than the nesting type, Grantaire almost never had people over his apartment, and therefore had very little hosting experience. So he did what he always did in situations like this - said what people say in movies and books and all that.

“Can I offer you a beverage of some kind? I’ve got . . . tap water. And orange juice. And maybe beer?”

“I’m alright, thanks.” Combeferre said kindly. Combeferre’s fridge was probably fully stocked with sparkling water in every flavor for guests to sip on, the bastard. He sat down in a little chair by the kitchenette. “What, what is it?” he asked, looking at Grantaire’s expression. “Why are you - what’s funny?”

“Everything is too small for you in here. It’s like shoving a Barbie doll into a Polly Pocket house.” Grantaire said with a laugh. Combeferre tucked his long legs a bit closer to himself.

“Well, Barbie is a good role model, so I’ll take that.”

“I think an averaged sized woman or two might disagree. Anyways, you’ve got impeccable timing.”

“What do you mean?” Combeferre inquired.

“I mean that someone must have wanted us to hang out today. God, the Fates, some non-denominational arbiter of Destiny.” Grantaire was doing that thing he always did where he ended sentences in a way that begged the listener to ask him to explain himself. Why he chose to speak in these irritating circles? We will likely never know. Grantaire sure as hell didn’t.

Combeferre rolled his eyes, but he seemed more amused than annoyed. “You’re impossible.”

“It’s been said before.” was Grantaire’s reply. “What I mean to say is I’m literally never home. Not literally-literally, but, you know. This apartment is basically a glorified storage unit that I visit when there is absolutely nothing else to do. So the fact that you happened to be passing by on a laundry day...”

“... a work of divine intervention?” Combeferre finished.

“I’d go so far as to call it a miracle if I believed in that sort of thing.” Grantaire said.

Combeferre’s next question caught Grantaire off-guard somewhat. “So you’re an atheist, then?”

Grantaire had never actually seen a shrink, but he had the passing sensation of being sprawled out on some brown leather fainting sofa. Maybe that’s what this was, a psych eval. He’d get a message from the official Les Amis de l’ABC e-mail account later in the week saying “sorry, R, you’ve been deemed mentally unfit to be a part of this organization. We know the Musain is public property, but if you could avoid the premises during our scheduled meeting times we all think that’d be for the best.”

“Well, yeah, aren’t all of the lefties heathens nowadays? At least that’s what Twitter tells me.” he said. His paranoia would not rob him of his (debatable) sense of humor.

Combeferre just shrugged. “I guess if I had to call myself something I’d say I’m agnostic.”

“Huh!” Grantaire said, genuinely surprised. “A member of the ‘namby-pamby, mushy pap, weak-tea, weedy, pallid fence-sitter’ brigade, are we?”

Two things occurred to Combeferre at once: One, that Grantaire was quoting Richard Dawkins, and two, that Grantaire could not have been certain that Combeferre would recognize the quote when he said it. Grantaire was both the sort of person that committed Dawkins to memory and the sort that didn’t really care if someone mistook his references for a string of improvised insults. The more Grantaire spoke, the more Combeferre became aware of how little speaking they’d ever done.

“I guess I just think one can never be sure.” Combeferre said.

Grantaire thought now would be a good time for a subject change. “So, how is party planning going?” he asked.

Combeferre sighed. “It’s . . . it’s going.” he said. “Well, okay, I’m being dramatic. Courfeyrac is actually the one doing most of the planning. I just get weird about stuff like this. I want Enjolras to like everything, you know?”

“I don’t think Enjolras is capable of disliking anything you do.” Grantaire said in a way that to the untrained ear might sound like a veiled insult, but that Combeferre suspected was an attempt at genuine sincerity.

“Well, thanks.” Combeferre smiled gratefully. “I just want him to have a good time.”

“He will. It’s the rest of us you’ll have to work to entertain.”

“Well, Courfeyrac has a slew of party games he’s preparing. Oh, and, uh, Enjolras mentioned he’s glad you’ll be able to make it. By the way.” Combeferre said, which made Grantaire blush, which made Combeferre smile.

Grantaire hated that. Not just when Combeferre did it, when any of them did. Making faces or little comments, as if they were in on some big secret. It’s like they were proud of themselves for noticing Grantaire’s little crush, like they knew something funny or scandalous or cute. But they didn’t know anything, not really. Grantaire didn’t have a crush on Enjolras at all. It was more like a religion. Maybe he’d been too quick to brand himself an atheist earlier.

His annoyance with Combeferre soured the rest of their conversation. He became mean, curt, and downright humorless. This wasn’t at all fair, he knew. Grantaire probably annoyed Combeferre every third sentence (maybe every third word) and that had never stopped Combeferre from being his usual amiable self. There was another difference between the two: Grantaire lacked both grace and graciousness, and Combeferre, it seemed, never ran out of either.

“Well, I guess I should be leaving.” Combeferre said after a while, rising from the squat chair he was sitting in.

“I guess.”

“Uh, thank you for having me over. We should do this again some time. I had fun.” Combeferre lied.

Grantaire smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. “Yeah, why don’t we all do brunch some time? You can bring your friends, it’ll be a real party. Everyone can sit around admiring my huge windows. What a blast!”

Combeferre knew he was joking, but he couldn’t decipher the punchline. What would be so bad about having all of their friends over for brunch? Why did he say the word “friends” like that, all sardonic and italicized? Combeferre almost asked him, but instead he just shook his head and smiled.

“Okay. Well. Bye!”

Grantaire waved lazily. “See you around.”

Under normal circumstances, the phrase “Enjolras mentioned he’s glad you’ll be able to make it” would have found itself fluttering in the pit of Grantaire’s stomach. Instead, there was something else sitting in there. Something that felt a bit like failure, a bit like guilt, and - most surprising of all - a bit like affection.

This is precisely why he didn’t like having people over.

#LOL this was fun.#next up: the actual birthday thing!#ok tags time #grantaire #combeferre #les amis #les miserables #my fic #uhhhhh what else....#cw alcohol mention #it’s sort of blink and you miss it but you know #again it’s peripheral but might as well:#e/r #i’ll come back if i think of anything else

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peachesandcreamsthings · 4 years

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff. Slight Angst. Love Alarm!AU

Warnings: Cursing. Puns, lol.

Word Count: 2.2 K

A/N: Please let me know what you think!! I hope you enjoy it 🥺

Shoutout to my wife for creating the banner! I love you lots @summerseok xx 💜

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Surprised, you immediately reached for the phone in your pocket. Little did you know, the man sitting next to you was horrified. Jimin was pale as if he had seen a ghost. He turned his gaze away from you to his surroundings. The sun was almost setting, birds flying back into their nests, as the students started to pile up on the school’s driveway, ready to go home. You and Jimin were sitting on the side of the driveway, not really keen on going home, unlike the others. You sat close to him, knees and shoulders touching. You were beyond excited as soon as you heard the chime of your phone, signaling that there was someone, or perhaps in this case— a few people, had a crush on you!

“Oh my god, Jimin!” You squealed in excitement, showing him your screen with three hearts around the love radar. “Three?? How is that even possible?? I wonder who these people are!”

Jimin instantly groaned in response, with his hands covering his face, feeling annoyed for some reason. “Can you please stop?? I’ve been hearing about that goddamn app all day and I’m sick of it!”

“Besides, who cares about who those people are?? It’s probably just some bullshit!”

You raised an eyebrow and stared at him, it wasn’t often that Jimin would snap and raise his voice, especially at you. He had his head lowered, his cheeks were rosy— from the heat, the anger or embarrassment, you weren’t sure, but you were sure that something about the alarm must have been bothering him.

“You alright?”

“Yeah…” Jimin sighed and turned his head sideways to find you staring at him. He was flustered and stood up in an instance, shoving both of his hands in his pockets. The young man cleared his throat to mask his embarrassment and faced you. “Ready to go?”

You shook your head at him and chuckled, “Alright, let’s go.”

You stood up and trailed behind Jimin. You couldn’t help but stare at his broad back as he walked ahead of you, his backpack slung over his right shoulder. The boy with plump cheeks and cheeky smile had turned into a charming young man. Jimin had grown over the summer and managed to attract the whole female school population. It used to be just you and him during lunchtime, but ever since he had grown, it was you, him, and a bunch of random girls that you have never even seen at school.

Breaking out of your trail of thoughts, you picked up your pace to catch up to him. He then turned his head to the side and chuckled, “Slowpoke.”

“Shut up.” You grumbled, still a little bit out of breath from running.

“Hey, Jimin. Guess what?”

“What?”

You sighed, trying your best not to laugh and trying to sound depressed, “I’ve been very depressed about gravity lately…”

Jimin raised an eyebrow at your statement, wondering what you were trying to say and nodded, encouraging you to keep ongoing.

“…it’s really weighing me down.” You said dejectedly, before bursting into laughter.

The young man groaned loudly at your horrible pun, yet he was laughing. He couldn’t stop grinning from one ear to the other. If it was someone else, he would be horrified at the attempt, but he found your puns extremely endearing.

“And I waited all night to see where the sun went…” You said dramatically, pointing at the setting sun and gazed at Jimin before continuing wistfully, “…until it dawned on me.”

“You’re an idiot,” Jimin said, shaking his head before flashing his charming smile.

You froze at the sight of his smile— the smile that Jimin had always shown you ever since you were four. You were unable to move, knees weak and your heart beating fast as if you had been running in a marathon. You shiver as the realisation hit you hard and it felt like you had been slapped on the cheek. You were attracted to your best friend. It took you a while to finally admit it, but you were helplessly in love with him. Not because of the fact that he was an incredible dancer or the fact that he had grown over the summer and came back muscular. You were in love with him because he was your Jimin. He was always there for you. He was the one who could make you laugh. He knew yourself better than you do.

“You know,” Jimin hesitated and looked down, his voice bringing you back out of your reverie.

“I- um…” The young man gulped, his nervousness was visible. He scratched the back of his neck and looked ahead. The sun had almost set, and the sky was turning dark. The night breeze started to blow and Jimin noticed that you were shivering. He then took a cardigan out from his backpack and handed it to you. “Here, you look cold.”

“Oh, thanks!” You chirped out, grateful that he had noticed and took the cardigan from his hand, covering yourself up from the breeze, “What were you gonna say?”

“Oh, y-yeah!”

“Well..?”

“So you know how we’ve been friends for over ten years?” Jimin asked, his tone was cautious as if he’s threading heavy waters, before continuing, “And we’ve been through different phases in our lives?”

You nodded at him and smiled. Memories of you and Jimin started to play in the back of your head. From your first meeting in the playground to your first day of high school— Jimin was always there standing next to you.

“Well, I’ve been thinking for a very very long time...”

“Yeahhh?? Just get to the point!”

“Jesus. Be more patient, will you??” Jimin snapped, “This is not easy for me. Just let me finish!”

“You know that I hate going in ci—”

“Listen, for fuck's sake!” The young man halted his steps, causing you to do the same.

“You know, at this point, we’re not going to get home until midnight!” You hissed, folding your arms.

“Just listen!” Jimin hissed before clearing his throat.

He then took your hand in his, rubbing it in circles, “After all these years, after all the thinking that I’ve done, I realised that I’ve fallen for you.”

You were stunned at his confession, but the young man seemed hopeful and his face was bright and red— his whole being filled with relief. He finally said what he had been keeping away from you for years.

Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction as he found it adorable, “Look, no pressure. You don’t have to return my feelings. We can stay as friends, anything you want. I don’t mind. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“B-but…”

“No buts!” Jimin flashed you that charming smile once again, even though this time, it didn’t reach his eyes, “I tried to keep it down, you know? I tried to forget about it, but I can’t. I’ve tried so hard, but you’re just so..”

“So…?” You questioned, wanting to hear more from him, trying hard to keep your cool. Deep down inside, you were screaming. You were thrilled and giddy. If Jimin wasn’t around, you’d be jumping up and down in excitement.

The young man laughed, “So attractive. Adorable. Beautiful. Cute. Dazzling. Easy going. Fascinating. Gorgeous. Ha-”

“Hairy.” You cut him off, trying to cover up your shyness with a joke, causing Jimin to laugh. You couldn’t help but blush at his reaction.

“Are you kidding me?” Jimin said in between laughs, “You’re not as hairy as me!”

“Oh yeah, you’re like Chewbacca,” You snickered and gagged as the thought of his leg hair came into mind, ”Ugh, your leg hair is the worst.”

“Hey!” Jimin pouted and pushed you playfully to the side, “I confessed my feelings and this is what I get in return?”

“You know how I feel though,” You said bashfully, avoiding his eyes as you could feel him staring at you.

“No, I don’t,” He said innocently, “I really don’t! I wanna know! Please tell me!!”

You chuckled and took your phone out from your bag, “Turn your love alarm on.”

Jimin groaned but did as he was told. “If you don’t already know, I’m one of those three people who rang your alarm.”

“I figured.” You said and rang his alarm, causing Jimin to smile widely. He couldn’t help but giggle.

“Jimin, you’re an idiot if you think that I haven’t had any feelings for you at all.” You looked up and cooed at him. You hoped that he could see the sincerity in your words. “Who wouldn’t? You managed to attract the whole female school population, for different reasons.”

“Well, those females can have their eyes on me, but know this,” Jimin then walked closer to you, before whispering in your ear, “My eyes are on you. Only you.”

Gasps escaped your lips and you stepped back, shying away from the attractive man in front of you.

“You’re blushing!” Jimin laughed, pulling you closer to him and squished your cheeks, causing you to whine. You buried your face on his broad chest, inhaling his scented perfume. It reminded you of the woods— calming and comforting, just like him.

“Did you just sniff me…?” Jimin asked, feeling a little bit speechless, but mostly amused. He then held you in an arm's length, “What are you? A dog?”

“Shut up!” You laughed, “Don’t blame me, you smell good!”

“Even after sweating?” Jimin scrunched his nose and cringed. “I played soccer after lunch.”

Your face fell and you stepped away from him, ready to walk away. “I’m going, bye.”

Jimin laughed loudly and grabbed your wrist before you could walk away from him, “I’m kidding!”

The two of you stared at each other and fell into a comfortable silence. You extended your arm and fixed Jimin’s messy hair into place, before tracing circles on his cheek with your thumb.

Jimin sighed in content and grinned. “So, I guess you’re my girlfriend now?”

“I guess so,” You flashed a smile at him before chuckling, “The girls are gonna go crazy when they find out about this. I might not survive.”

“You’ll be alright,” Jimin assured you coolly and slung his arm around your shoulder, and started to walk. “I’ll protect you.”

You scoffed at his statement, “Sure, babe.”

It was Jimin’s turn to gasp. He placed his hand on his chest and groaned. “You can’t do that to me!”

“Baby,” You teased him and laughed, before running away.

“Hey! That’s not fair!!” Jimin picked up his pace to chase you, and it didn’t take him long to catch up. He pulled you once again into his arms, both of you were panting.

“You know,” Jimin said, his voice now deep, indicating how serious he was, “My feelings for you are like gravity. No matter how hard I try to forget you, these feelings would always pull me back to you. I can’t fight it, and I don’t want to fight it anymore.”

“Well, then don’t.” You whispered as you traced your finger from his lips down to his chest and to his stomach, causing Jimin to shiver at your touch.

“God…” Jimin took a shaky breath, your actions clearly drove him crazy. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

You laughed at his reaction, “I’ll stop. You look like you’re not going to function anymore if I continue.”

“Yeah,” Jimin chuckled huskily, still affected by your actions, “You better stop. I won’t be able to control myself if you keep going.”

It wasn’t long until you and Jimin arrived in front of your house. The thirty minutes walk always felt too short when you were with him. You stood in front of the door and faced Jimin, not wanting to part from him yet. Jimin was about to let go of your hand, but you kept on holding on to him.

“Don’t be like this,” The young man chuckled at your actions, “We’ll see each other tomorrow.”

You suddenly felt silly and you giggled. “Right, I forgot about that.”

“Good night, princess,” Jimin said sweetly, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your forehead. He then stepped back, ready to leave, “Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Night, Jimin.” You beamed at him, “Text me when you get home, so I know you’re safe!”

“Look at you,” Jimin cooed, “So kind and caring. How am I supposed to not fall for that?”

You giggled, “Stop it! It’s getting late, you should go.”

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Jimin started to walk back, before turning his back from you. You were ecstatic after what had happened between you and Jimin. Taking your phone out of your pocket, you watched the young man who captured your heart and turned your gaze to the phone in your hand after unlocking it. The love radar came into view and you were expecting a heart to show up around the radar, but it wasn’t there. There must be something wrong with the radar, you thought. However, after rebooting, you quickly realised that there was nothing wrong with it, and Jimin was still in the 8 meters range. It wasn’t the love radar. It was Jimin.

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rynhaswritersblock · 4 years

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quaranteens (hc) | p.p.

summary: how you and petey boi spend your quarantine <3

i'm not even writing a warning for this one at this point y'all now how i write HAHA

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- covid-19

- coronavirus

- lil shitbag asshole virus

- Y'ALL KNOW THE DEAL

- it's QUARANTIME WITH Y/N AND PETER

- let's get it !

being quarantined with peter parker at avengers headquarters

- lots of animal crossing

- like lots

- you and peter visit each other's islands and it's SO FUNNY

- you keep BONKING each other on the head with your nets

- you shake a tree and a wasps nest falls out

- naturally you yell "SHIT" and steve yells "LANGUAGE"

- so you start fucking SPRINTING (in the game lmao) TO RUN AWAY FROM THE WASPS

- AND POOR PETER GETS STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF IT

- AND THE WASPS START FOLLOWING HIM

- AND HE GETS BIT

- you start fucking WHEEZING

- you cannot breathe

- peter just sets the switch down and throws his head back, letting out an annoyed groan/yell

- "bitch ass motherfucker" he whispers as he picks the switch back up

- let's not forget to mention the fact that

- the entire time you and peter are playing

- the two of you are like intertwined

- most of the time your head is in his lap or vice versa

- like y'all get into the WEIRDEST POSITIONS on the couch

- sometimes steve or tony or nat or any of them really will walk by and be like "wtf... kinda cute doe"

- but it's so comfy!!!!!!

- and when y'all play at night it's of course in your rooms

- usually it'll start with the two of you separated

- and then one of you is usually like "why the fuck are we apart right now" and goes into the other's room

- then y'all will get all close to each other and play and there'll just be occasional giggling and tiny conversations and cussing here and there

- peter just starts to HARASS one of ur villagers

- you get a little upset but it's AL so you're like... lol not my problem

- one day peter shows you this tiktok where some couple was playing together and it was like "how me and my bf are spending quarantine apart"

- AND THEIR CHARACTERS ARE LIKE... FUCKING

- BUT ANIMAL CROSSING STYLE

- ANIMAL CROSSING: NEW HORIZONS. RATED E FOR EVERYONE!!!!!!!!

- but you and peter find it SO FUNNY

- SO NATURALLY

- you know what's coming

- YOU AND PETER COPY THEM

- irl the two of you are DYING in his bed

- like rolling all over the place because you're laughing so hard

- peter uses a popper as... you know... and you YELL CAUSE YOU LAUGHED SO HARD

- also it's 4 in the fucking morning

- MEANWHILE

- on the OTHER SIDE OF THE HALL

- sam is FED UP

- !!

- he's like what in the everloving HELL are they DOING!!!

- so

- the man enters the premises like

ಠಿ_ಠ

"what the hell are you two-"

"look!"

- you can barely get that word out because of your laughter

- but you hold up the switch

- sam watches and realizes RIGHT AS PETER USES ANOTHER POPPER

- HE SEES THAT YOU'RE LIKE LAYING DOWN ON THE BED AND HE'S STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU AT YOUR FEET

- the LOOK on his face

- he fucking smiles and buries his face in his hands, shaking his head

- when he finally composes himself his eyes are fucking

watering

"i might just have to get that game.."

- okay that's it for the animal crossing section of this imagine lol i'm obsessed with this game AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE IT

- I HAVE WATCHED FAR TOO MANY VIDEOS

- OKAY MOVING ON!!!!!!!!!!

- the AMOUNT of TV the two of you watch

- the two of you alternate shows you pick (so like peter chooses then you then peter etc etc)

- peter chooses b99 (bae)

- y'all finish that shit in a WEEK

- then you recommend euphoria

- he's like uh okay

- cause he knows how inappropriate that show is lol

- so every time there's a dick on the screen he covers your eyes

- and every time there's b00bies on the screen you cover his

- and some point he's like

"y/n you do realize that i've seen boobs before"

- you're like

- i mean yeah but i refuse to think about that because you're supposed to be innocent and pure and a puppy dsfjkdfnkj

- so you retort

"and you do realize that i've seen a dick before?"

- peter is the more jealous baby

- he pauses the show and shifts his body towards you

"wait, where?"

- you cringe

"some kid i'd just met sent me a dick pic.."

- peter's like okay convo over

- the two of you keep watching but now it's more uncomfortable

- at the end of the episode you were watching (imma say episode two lol)

- you bust out laughing

"you know the kid's dick was like... small, right? like i didn't enjoy receiving that picture? it was unsolicited, peter"

- he laughs lightly

"yeah, okay"

- you poke his cheek

"someone's jealous"

- he gasps

"i am NOT jealous!"

"you just don't like the fact that i've seen a dick"

"i guess, yeah"

"peter, i'm going to eventually"

- the poor kid is like we need to stop talking about penises right the fuck now

- SO YOU TWO KEEP WATCHING

- im so sorry for writing that part in haha it just came to mind and it's CONTENT you know and i really feel like it's a realistic convo to have in that situation

- the last episode makes you cry and you don't even realize you're crying until peter holds you closer and wipes the tear off your cheek

- bae

- let's just say the two of you finished euphoria in a day

- okay also

- DANCE PARTIES!!

- the amount of dance parties the two of you had... insurmountable

- like y'all would be training together and a bop would come on and you'd stop punching just to jump around and make complete fools of yourselves

- the two of you had to have a dance party after finishing euphoria because that shit put you in a FUNK

- but yeah

- dance!!!!!!!!!!!

- okay BAKING!!!!!

- y'all made so much food

- cookies

- cake

- pretzels

- brownies

- like

- never going hungry

- half the time the kitchen is a whole MESS but it's okay cause when you do clean it up you and peter throw bubbles at each other and it's great

- steve swears everyone is going to get so out of shape

- so he comes up with a system

- everyone gets snack time together and then thirty minutes later everyone goes and trains to make up for the extra calories

- and lemme just say

- the training sessions go HARD

- everyone is fucking sugar high it's the most chaotic thing ever

- music blaring

- sam and bucky are wrestling

- tony and steve are arguing in the corner (award for most calories burnt)

- nat and wanda are fighting bruce and pietro and nearly kill each other

- meanwhile you and petey boi are seeing who can do the most complicated gymnastics set

- as soon as the boy does a layout you're like okay BYE

- so yeah

- baking!!!!!!

- time for even more fluff

- cuddling

- oh

- my

- god

- you and peter LITERALLY NEVER LEAVE EACH OTHER

- the two of your are in physical contact 99% OF THE TIME

- and that's mainly peter's fault because he lowkey clingy but YOU LOVE IT

- the two of you build a fort in the commons and have movie marathons along with your tv marathons

- occasionally one or more of the team will come chill with y'all

- there's an overall "no judgment zone" that has been declared at headquarters

- aka mind ya own fucking business

- unless someone is literally in a deep state of depression then something needs to be done

- but like

- literally everyone notices how often the two of you are just intertwined with each other

- it's 🅱razy

- also y'all order tons of pizza

- like tons

- thankfully u and peter are like ayo fast metabolism check! (smh i wish lol once i quit soccer it really hit me OOPS)

- OH AND SCHOOL

- y'all are switched to online school

- you and peter-man get really competitive with it to see who can finish all their work the fastest

- thing is the two of you literally have pretty much identical schedules so you end up going at the same pace to work together

- maybe you help each other on quizzes and tests

- no one will ever know

- and overall you two are lowkey thriving in that department because you end up finishing your work for the week in like two or three days and have the rest of the time to just VIBE

- a/n y'all i seriously recommend actually doing that like i get a SUPER big workload at the beginning of the week and as soon as i can i just ZOOOOOM and try to get it all knocked out and it's honestly really helpful

- obviously this can be really difficult for people who aren't self motivated and maybe depressed but i would just try!! if you can!! okay note over BACK TO THE SHITS N GIGGLES

- so yeah

- i don't really have anything else to say but

- overall being quarantined with peter and the team is really nice and the vibes are THERE

- fuck i got another idea

- okay

- it's the middle of the night and you and peter are watching some movie that netflix autoplayed

- the two of you get a notification and look at your phones at the same time

UPDATE: Midtown School of Science and Technology has now been shut down for the rest of the 2019-2020 school year. Online school will continue.

- the two of you visibly shrink

- deadass

- like you just slump over and toss your phone

- you curl up into the boy and a tear rolls down your cheek cause it finally hits you

- this shit is real..

- you sniffle and peter immediately turns to you and wipes your cheek

"hey, it's okay. i'm here."

"i don't know, i just... miss everyone, i guess."

- he nods

- and then he kisses you

- oh so softly

- i'm here

- ...

- okay MOMENT OVER I CAN'T TAKE HOW SERIOUS THAT WAS

- BASICALLY AFTER THAT YOU TWO DON'T REALLY DECLARE ANYTHING BUT YOU DO SPEND A LOT OF QUARANTINE MAKING OUT.... OOPS

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thank u for reading loves

MWAH

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

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shepaintsred · 3 years

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Words for Bill

December 17, 2020

As I write these words down on this page, a flock of geese has gone over the house, voicing a baleful good-bye to autumn and a welcome to the dark winter months. For William Harvey Webb, W.H. Webb, Bill, the winter road was a significant metaphor. Through the years, if we stopped and looked at the details etched into those crisp winter tracks, we were to discover more than just snow; the light reflecting off of the raised edges and the shadows pouring into the deepest hollows of the tread marks, but also, we were to discover rich histories; family, friends, conversations, laughter and tears.

Welcome to those of you who have come to share in this tribute, today. Let us, in our imaginations, include and leave some space for so many others who want to be here with us. Bill was so well-loved and there are so many that he loved in return

You can’t see him, but standing by my side, is one of Bill’s closest friends, Richard Dawson and over there, seated near his friends, Brock and Elaine, is his wife, Shirley. Richard brings to this gathering a lifetime of shared narratives and so, at times and with his permission, he will nudge me, and I will share the odd one.

My name is Kathleen Moors. Bill called me Katie. Bill and I have shared a magical friendship and this is an honour to be with the people who meant so much to him.

Bill was no stranger to loss in his life. When son, Michael, died, Bill was devastated and felt helpless. Perhaps now he can offer comfort to the son he loved so much.

To Bill’s family; Amanda and Wade, Gaylene, Andrew and family of Northern Ireland; brother, Bob and wife, Shirley as well as his five beautiful grandchildren; we offer our sadness, our support, and our love.

I will NOT soon forget how animated Bill became at the mention of time spent with his grandchildren, particularly when they were able to share dates out to live theater or musical performances. Bill was a real gentleman and always dressed up for such occasions. He saw events as spectacles.

Bill was a romantic and a gentleman. He grew houseplants. He loved any animal that came his way. He adored Ginger and Blackie…and Teva…and they loved him. There was never a dinner prepared that did not involve a remarkable place setting and candles. I remember Bill leading me to the outskirts of Edmonton after the celebratory festivities following the Alberta Centennial exhibit hosted by the West End Galleries. He did this so that there would be no chance that I would lose my way

Bill did not own a computer. He was the most ‘unplugged’ person I know, relying on the library for the occasion of checking electronic mail. He didn’t access television or cable, but did watch movies, his good friend, Brock, often sending them from Moose Jaw. The sound of opera would often fill his nest with beautiful voices, something that he shared with good friend, John Oberg when John would slip over to Bill’s place or Bill would show up at John’s, the brushes cleaned up and put away for another night.

Bill was an educator.

Richard nudges… “when jobs were scarce in Oldham, England, Bill and his new family moved to Canada and a teaching job in Fort McMurray. Then it was on to Castor where he was principal, then principal in Grand Cache, Alberta. Next it was Superintendent of Schools in St. Paul and later Wainwright.”

While giving this all up, to Sheep Farm in Heath, Alberta, Bill never stopped being an educator. He taught Sunday School for several years, creating dioramas and long rolls fed through makeshift television sets…he was an amazing orator, as well, feeling very comfortable speaking in front of any group. He volunteered, teaching art at various grade levels and I’m certain that the children were, every time, excited to see him.

Bill was an amazing listener. He was not one to busy his hands when you spoke to him. He looked straight at you and gave you complete attention, asking the most interesting questions that, indeed, gave you every reason to believe that you mattered, you were his entire world at that very moment. In the busyness of food preparation, I sometimes looked over my shoulder and saw Bill listening to one of my children and I wondered, “If only I could do that!”

Bill loved reading, especially history and non-fiction, but if you suggested a book, he would inevitably pick it up at the library or purchase the title so that he could give a ‘book report’ as he called them or he might even write out his book reports and post them in the mail.

Bill loved to dance. I never got to dance with Bill. This was a moment, lost.

Bill loved connection. He was a part of the Film Society whose members included Rick and Lyn, Mary-Lou, Carol and Noreen Getzlaf, Linda Wheaton and a long list of others. Richard says that in the group, when the beverages came out, Richard was the only one not drinking….to this day, he ponders, now chuckles about whether they welcomed him to meetings for the rich variety of film OR because inevitably, he served as designated driver!

Bill spilled over with excitement about the Wine Club events, the garden parties and the brunches hosted at John Oberg’s. I wasn’t ever a member of the Snake Trail Alpine Club, but that, too, grew a culture and history all its own. I went on numerous walks and hikes, with Bill and you probably did, as well. Bill had a marvelous connection with the landscape and conversations were had where all we did was analyze the sky, the shadows they cast on the land…observations that might seem unremarkable to most.

Bill loved all things related to trains and had huge dreams about drawing travelers into Forestburg by creating something very special around art, trains and community. He loved talking about the process of constructing all of the unique bits that went into building the landscape elements. He was such a master at everything he took on!

Bill explained in his letters just how much he treasured it when someone was sitting back in his big comfy chair while he painted…I think we’ve all taken a place in that chair, but most treasured for their visits would be Rose and Virginia, I think. Oh my. The stories Bill would share over the telephone about the encouragement that was given.

Bill enjoyed the company of so many. The RB3 Richard Dawson, Bruce Beck, Brock Chrysler and Bill Webb! He enjoyed seeing the guys whenever possible, but also really treasured their telephone conversations over so many years.

Bill was a health-conscious person. He didn’t hesitate to share his journey as it related to the body or the emotions.

Richard Nudges…

Richard writes WW2 stories and he did an in-depth one on the Dam-Busters Raid, focusing on the 3 men from Moose Jaw and District who were on the Raid.

He completed it and the RCAF scheduled a little show and flag ceremony on the anniversary of the Western Development Museum. All systems were go.

Then Richard got a call from Bill. He was having knee replacement surgery and would Richard come to Forestburg and help out. So, Richard assigned his Dam-Buster Project to a most capable young man at the WDM and off he went.

Bill saw his recovery from the surgery as another competition and did all his exercise and activities. Before going to Forestburg Richard made clear that he would not be helping Bill with bathroom chores. If he needed to take a dump – he was on his own. (Don’t forget…these are Richard’s words! Lol I can just imagine these two guys laughing about this.)

He was an excellent patient. Richard cooked and they both put on a few pounds.

After five days he was able to get around just fine and Richard headed home to Moose Jaw.

On the second knee surgery he was able to stay with Amanda and Wade and they nursed him back to health.

Regarding his health, Bill consulted with the professionals with great enthusiasm and followed all directives when it came to achieving a healthy balance in his life. He filled countless journals and developed the habit as a way of working through difficult times. He was exceptional at keeping archives of events and didn’t miss a detail because…

Bill was a detail guy.

Bill’s approach to painting was incredible. He set up his studio so that it was very spare. He was not one for clutter or distraction when he needed to focus. He and I used to joke about blending our studios and agreed that it might never work because our spaces are so different from one another. He lovingly left voice messages, “This is Bill of the Northern Studio, checking in with Katie of the Southern Studio.

First steps to a painting involved airbrushing his sky. From there, he delved into the world of darkest values and from the very onset, Bill used miniscule brushes. He built incredible worlds as he came forward in space, with lighter and lighter values. He was technical and deliberate. His works are dreamscapes of places a lot of us know, but rarely analyze the way that Bill did. Whether it was a huge vista of the Livingston Range or those ruts on a country road in winter, he paid the subject the same attention and care. He was prolific, painting right up until the last weeks before he died. He felt responsible to his dealers and spoke often about his professional relationships with them. Over time, these people came to be very personal friends and extremely important to him.

Richard Nudges…

“One of Richard’s last official acts for Bill was attending the Memorial for William (Bill) Shurniak at the Shurniak Gallery in Assiniboia. Bill died August 8, 2020 and the memorial was open – at the Gallery and individual.

Bill and Richard visited the Shurniack Gallery many times and if Bill Shurniack was there, they visited him. He was still active on the Board of Husky Energy in Calgary and was still travelling regularly to Hong Kong.

As Richard sat in the Gallery, listening to the music, he could see a Group of Severn painting over his right shoulder. It is a painting of Cowley, Alberta, although, I think – called Pincher Creek Station.

When his meditation was complete, he signed the registry for himself and also signed Bill’s name. Richard called him from the car and he was very appreciative I had done that.”

Painting was such a great joy to Bill. He and I spoke to one another endlessly about our work, supporting one another and challenging one another. In his letters, he always began with what he was working on and ended with what he was going to go and work on next. I am so proud of W.H.Webb, the painter. He worked so hard. The art community is going to miss such a gentleman as Bill, such a magnificent artist, driven with a passion for capturing the spectacular views that so many of us love.

Bill’s vision.

This eulogy has not written itself easily. I was writing and writing and deleting and writing again, simply because I felt that if I stopped and the words wrapped up and came to an end, it would mean that my friend is truly gone. I realize through much losing these last years, that if we truly love our family and our friends, they will remain. I have to trust that this is the case here as well.

I wrote the final words on the page…Bill’s Vision.

What would Bill want you to know…or to realize…by his life and it being entwined with yours and I am left as I began, with the sound of the geese….and an image. Consider these a gift today, that you loved this absolutely precious and beautiful soul. And keep him with you.

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

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britishchick09 · 3 years

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danger force return of the kid livewatch

HENRY IS BACK AND IT’S TIME FOR ME TO FINALLY GET AROUND TO WATCHING IT! :D

the version i’m watching on dailymotion is slightly chipmunked and it’s adorable ^_^

awww sweetest hug ever! ♥

chapa: “don’t make me get the crowbar!” omg :o

miles: “you hate to see it” and you love to see the meme ;)

henry’s dad is graduating from an online school how 2020

CAPTAIN MAN LOVES THE HUGS!!! :D

mika: “we once caught a guy that was stealing books... FROM THE LIBRARY!” omg shocking! :o

henry just said ‘noice’ wtf mr. hart

henry spent ‘his whole childhood’ defeating people but wasn’t he like a tween when he became kid danger?

ray: “henry’s MINE now” awww :)

idk if henry can still become kid danger (i haven’t seen the henry danger finale) but i really hope he does

henry: “everyone thinks kid danger is-“ chapa: “hot?” miles: “dead?” lol

ray wants henry to pick his nail color awww :)

henry wants them to ‘handle it themselves’ does that mean he can’t transform? :o

henry just deleted ‘where are you?’ messages from charlotte HENRY DID YOU SERIOUSLY ABANDON YOUR FRIENDS FOR RAY YOU’RE NOT JOHN WITH YOKO

the audience just gave a quiet ‘aww’ when henry deleted the messages same :/

ray: “you wanna see my axe storing room?” your WHAT room

henry: “do i even have to axe?” eyyyyyyy ;)

ray and henry are the best of friends! :D

they’re playing a just dance ripoff how sweet :)

henry: “this has been so much fun!” ray: “I LOVE YOU TOO!” henry: “what?” ray: “I SAID GET READY FOR ROUND TWO!”

the game is calling for a tango STOP THE SHIPPING

and the game is called PRANCE PRANCE REVOLUTION lol :D

ray wants the kids to leave to spend more time with henry ♥

DAAAANG HENRY JUST LIFTED RAY YOOO!!!!!

ray: “quit your bellyaching!” henry: “yeah, this is what you get paid for!” the kids: “YOU GOT PAID???” lol :D

ray wants to stay up there ‘as long as he can’ wowza what a shippy shippy

the intro pops up nearly 6 minutes into the ep what a long and exciting cold open! :D

chapa to mika: “we got your heart to start beating again...” wtf happened :o

bose’s mouth was full did he have a towel in his mouth lol

mikes screaming “I HATE YOU!!” is better than anakin lol

CHAPA WANTS TO DESTROY HENRY WTF

mika isn’t up for this bs YOU GO MIKA!!!!!

mika: “AND CHAPA SHOULD BE THE ONE THAT KILLS HIM!!” FRICK YEAH!!!

...but also FRICK NO DON’T KILL CAPTAIN MAN PLZ

omg henry and ray started a totally sick rock band yo!

SCHWOZ BE LIKE ‘AWWW YEAHHHH!!!!” :D

henry: “don’t need to practice when you’re already perfect, dude!” hannah montana wants to know your location

why is ray obsessed with henry’s mom creepy

henry: “gotta save my messages to the cloud!” F U T U R E!!!!”

char’s messages are like ‘you can’t run from this’ HENRY WHAT’S GOIN’ ON HMMMM?????

ray: “...that didn’t sound like your mom.”

henry asked if he was ‘totally untrackable in the man’s nest’ WHAT DID YOU DO HENRY

ray: “finding you in here would be like trying to find a gray hair on my head!” henry: “there’s one right there.” ray: “whaaat?”

MIKA BE P-I-DOUBLE S-ED YO

henry’s been there for 3-4 days HENRYYYY!!!!

chapa: “we also think we should be able to vaporize someone FOR NO REASON AT ALL!!!!” daang chapa p-i-double wuble s-ed too!

ray: “time is a tall glass of water” henry: “please don’t punch my glass-” ray: *PUNCHES GLASS LIKE A BOSS*

ray: “next crime that calls is goin’ home in a body bag” sweet serenity celestia captain man calm down

henry: “who knows when the next call will come in?” call: *comes in* lol

OMG DID THE KIDS SET UP THE EMERGENCY CALL???? :o

HENRY TRANSFORMED YAAAS!!! and i guess the dark outfit he wore in the insta teaser pic is his new hero form?? :o

henry: “up the tube!” captain man: “...we go down the tube.” lol :D

and awayyyyy they go!

robber: “part of the reason i rob people is for the connection i feel and i feel like you’re (the cashier) not here with me right now!” awww ♥

the cashier walked past captain man’s book first of all awesome call back and secondly why is a book being sold at a convenience store

captain man: “let’s slow fight this crime”

robber: “is this your sidekick?” ray: “naw, we’re just vibing!” henry: “you don’t even know what that means” ray: “it’s means, like, we’re together but not really” johnlock wants to know your location

henry really wants to get back to the man’s nest what’s goin’ on here????

a drone just said ‘henry hart located sending bounty hunter’ first of all wtf and secondly BOBA FETT CROSSOVER WHAT

even captain man’s like ‘wtf dude?’

mika: “i finally got mom and dad to fall asleep! you know what that means...” others: “SCREEN TIME!!! :D” kids these days...

chapa; “i wish i had a phone!” the way she said it is a total ‘god i wish that were me’ meme

the ad on is for ‘imdb tv’ THEY HAVE A STREAMING SERVICE??????

mika has a big phone or a tiny tablet

mika to a caller: “WHAT DO YOU WANT????” miles: “YOU’RE INTERRUPTIN’ SCREEN TIME!!!” sweet serenity you two CALM THE FRICK DOWN

captain man: “the kid and i are in a bit of a jimmy jam...” jimmy john’s wants your location

henry: “you want to fly the mancopter? get a bunch of puppies?” you’d think the kids would want to fly the flipping mancopter but they want puppies instead. kids these days! :D

captain man: “what’s gotten your brisket in a basket?” lol

henry: “dystopia’s really scary-“ well duh you live in a town called DYSTOPIA what did you expect

henry messed with a guy WHO EATS PEOPLE’S SOULS WTF

captain man reaction: “...so you didn’t come to swellview to see me?” i think you should be focused on the, i don’t know... EATING PEOPLE’S SOULS PART RAY

the lights just went out OH MAN

OH CRAP THE BLACKOUT IS HERE WITH A GUN

henry: “we’re gonna die, dude!” captain man: “hold on gotta try and think of an opening quip-“ this is like yakko saying ‘we need a perfect opening’ line in the animaniacs reboot lol :D

also THIS DUDE IS LITERALLY GONNA KILL YOU RAY YOU SHOULD BE SCARED FOR YOUR LIFE

captain man: “knock knock-“ the blackout guy: *shoots captain man into a wall* captain man: “typically you’d say ‘who’s there?’“ lol

YO THE GUY JUST GOT TRAPPED IN A SPIDER WEB

shoutout: “how did you miss the floor awol?” awol: “at least we’re here! we could’ve been in another country!” oh miles! :D

chapa: “why are the lights out?” henry: “it’s blackout! he’s a bounty hunter from dystopia-“ chapa: “aaalllllready stopped listening.” why does nobody care about a soul-sucking bounty hunter tho??

captain man has a wall on his back like peter being stuck to the couch in that one family guy ep lol

the lights go on and everyone cheers! :D

captain man: “i said i wasn’t done with my quip! knock knock-“ *gets thrown to the ground* he’s never gonna get to that quip huh

henry: “looks like captain man is taking care of him.” no i think HE’S BEING ATTACKED HENRY

henry: “tell schwoz he can keep my dirty laundry-” why didn’t he pick it up before he moved tho

awol: “captain man says you’re the best superhero he’s ever seen!” henry: “that doesn’t sound like him.” brainstorm: “he also says you have a surprisingly good singing voice.” henry: “i guess i’m alriiight...;)” lol

volt: “captain man says that we’re garbage and we’ll never measure up to you” geez ray be a bit nicer to them (especially chapa) not everyone’s your bf henry

awol: “let’s take this guy down together! ... that sounded really cheesy” lol i love how they all agree except for shoutout :D

the blackout guy wants to know why captain man’s not dying DOES RAY NOT HAVE A SOUL????

YO VOLT JUST HIT BLACKOUT’S FACE WITH LIGHTNING that’s gotta hurt!

blackout falling down because of a scream is the best :D

yay they did it!!! :D

AND BRAINSTORM HIGH-FIVED HENRY YAS! :D

captain man: “what do you get when you cross a duck with a shutzu?” nice dodging the nickelodeon censors ray ;)

barrow raffle ad: “you could win a million dollars! if you ask us, that’s a win-win” a win-win is letting me finish this ep

captain man kicked blackout and he didn’t respond IS HE DEAD??? :o

schwoz left an alive present in henry’s jeans WTF SCHWOZ

henry: “tough group of kids you got there.” ray: “yep, it always surprises me how much grit and determination each one of them has- oh my god, they’re baby-talking the puppies” lol what a perfectly delivered line :D

henry: “buh-bye dangers!” awww dangers!!! :’)

the higher-pitch of the vid makes mika’s puppy voice SO ADORBS! ♥

♥♥♥♥♥♥

*phone alarm* henry: “that’s my guber!” i know it’s an uber pun but henry’s getting a goofy goober ride awwww yeah! B)

ray doesn’t want to let go awww :)

yo schwoz put a turtle in henry’s pocket lol :D

ooh there’s a post credit scene! :D

and it’s bloopers how sweet :)

that was a great ep as always (probably my fave ep along with the quarantine special)! him and captain man have awesome chemistry and henry with the kids is great too ♥ see ya soon henry! (and danger force)

#livewatch #it's nice to return to this show #and see henry's return of course ;)

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SPN- Bloodlust (2.03)

Pairing: Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: While investigating a case, the siblings run across someone from a familiar background. Dean clicks right away, but Sam and Olive are weary. Chaos ensues.

Warnings: blood (lol duh), fighting, choking, idk writing part of this made me sad but i did it for the ~drama~

Word Count: 6078

“Whoo! Listen to her purr!” Dean turned to Sam and I with a huge grin. “Have you ever heard anything so sweet?”

I giggled, overjoyed to see him so happy. He had fixed Baby up, and she looked better than when Dad gave her to us.

“You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean.” Sam teased.

Dean shook his head, the smile still on his face. “Oh, don’t listen to him, Baby. He doesn’t understand us.”

I giggled again, and Sam laughed.

“You two are in good moods.”

I shrugged. “I’m happy that Dean’s happy.”

Dean grinned and leaned over to press a quick kiss to my forehead.

“Got my car, got my baby siblings, got a case. Things are looking up.”

“Wow.” Sam scoffed playfully. “You hear a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you’re Mr. Sunshine.”

Dean laughed. “How far to Red Lodge?”

“Uh, about another three hundred miles.” Sam threw an arm over the back of the seats.

Dean grinned wider. “Good.”

***

“Why do I have to stay in the car?” I whined.

“Because I said so.” Dean frowned back.

I sighed. “I didn’t have to stay in the car on other hunts.”

He sighed again. “I know, kid, but you don’t seem like a reporter when it’s the three of us.”

“It’s not even like I can play with Jinx. Sitting in a car is boring.” I huffed.

Jinx was still at Bobby’s. She was going to stay another week before we picked her up, since she loved his house and he loved her.

“Then say I’m your daughter and you couldn’t find a babysitter!” I begged, chin resting on the windowsill.

He huffed, then looked at Sam. Sam shrugged.

“It’s not that far off.”

He sighed again. “Fine. Fine, but you’re Sam’s kid. Come on.”

***

“The murder investigation is ongoing, and that’s all I can share with the press at this time.”

I was sitting in a chair across from the sheriff’s open door. Sam and Dean were in suits and ties. They were reporters today, and I was Sam’s teenage kid. I could see Sam and Dean from my spot, but not the sheriff. He sure as hell sounded ridiculous though, which proved enough entertainment for me.

“Sure, sure, we understand that.” Sam nodded. “But just for the second, you found the first, uh… head… last week, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, and the other victim, a uh, Christina Flanigan…”

“That was two days ago. Is there-”

There was a knock on the open door, and the blond girl pointed at her watch.

“Oh. Sorry, gentlemen, but time’s up. Looks like we’re done here.”

“One last question-”

“Yeah, what about the cattle?” Dean cut Sam off.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and stayed silent, eyes closed.

“Excuse me?”

“You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained… over a dozen cases.” Dean reminded him.

“What about them?”

Dean gave Sam a look, and I cleared my throat. Sam was quick to save Dean.

“You don’t think there’s a connection?”

“Connection? With?”

“First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritualistic stuff.”

“You know, like satanic cult ritualistic.” Dean’s eyebrows rose.

The sheriff laughed. “You…” He stopped laughing upon seeing that Sam and Dean were completely serious. “You’re not kidding.”

“No.” Dean shook his head with a sickly sweet smile that soon faded.

“Those cows aren’t being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?”

“How?” Sam instantly shot back.

“Because there’s no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight hours the bloat will split it open so clean it’s just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that’s what gravity does. But hey, it could be satan.” He scoffed. “What newspaper did you say you worked for?”

Sam and Dean both cleared their throats, but Dean beat him to it. “World Weekly News.”

“Weekly World News.” Sam corrected.

“World… I’m new.�� He chuckled.

The sheriff snorted. “Get out of my office.”

***

“Dean, I’ve been in a morgue before.” I whined.

“Yeah, I don’t care. You’re staying in the car, where it’s safe.”

I scoffed. “Safe from what? A dead guy?”

“Olive.” He was serious. “This is not up for debate. You are staying in the car. Do you understand me?”

I nodded. “Yeah.” I sighed. “Be careful. Please.”

He smiled and ducked his head back in through the car window. “Love you, sweetpea.”

“Love you too. Bye, Sammy.”

“Bye, bug, be back soon.”

***

The boys slunk into the car with matching looks on their faces.

“What happened?” I sat up.

Dean huffed and Sam shook his head.

“We got something weird on our hands, Ol.”

“Like what?”

Dean glanced at me in the rearview. “Vamps.”

“Hey, Ollie, you got your fake ID on you?”

I grinned as I flashed it. “Always.”

***

“How’s it going?” Dean asked as we sat down at the bar.

“Living the dream. What can I get for you?”

“Two beers and a water, please.”

The bartender snorted and I smiled. “Someone’s gotta be able to drive.”

“So, we’re looking for some people.” Sam started.

“Sure. Hard to be lonely.”

Sam smiled. “Yeah, but um…” He pulled out a fifty and stretched it out before dropping it on the bar. “That’s not what I meant.”

The bartender pocketed it and slid us our drinks.

“Right, so these… these people. They would’ve moved here about six months ago. Probably pretty rowdy, like to drink… real night owls, ya know? Sleep all day, party all night.” I took a sip.

“Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They’ve been in here a lot. Drinkers, noisy. I’ve had to 86 them once or twice.”

The boys and I looked at each other. That was all we needed. I got a feeling in the pit of my stomach and latched onto Dean’s arm.

“Thanks.” He smiled and stood.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He asked, casual.

“We’re being watched.” I said through a smile.

Sam heard me and nodded, pushing Dean to lead so he could bring up the rear. We slunk across the floor and slipped out the back door.

“Alright, I’ll be the bait.” I whispered as I popped to my toes and pressed a kiss to Dean’s cheek.

I didn’t give him time to protest it as I slipped into the back alley, leaving them to hide in the shadows. I could hear the man’s footsteps as he followed after me. I stopped at the alley way’s dead end and turned, gun trained between his eyes. It was one of the men that had been sitting in the bar.

“Can I help you?”

He turned to run, and Sam and Dean popped out of their places. Sam pinned him to the wall with a fierce look on his face, and Dean’s knife was at his throat. I put the gun back in my waistband and walked over, feeling like a total badass even though my brothers were doing all the work.

I framed myself between them and scowled. “Smile.”

“What?”

“Show us those pearly whites.” Dean growled.

“Oh, for the love of… do you wanna stick that thing someplace else? I’m not a vampire.”

I glanced up at Sam, who side-eyed me, then Dean.

“That’s right. I heard you guys in there.”

“What do you know about vampires?” Sam snapped.

“How to kill them. Now seriously, bro. That knife’s making me itch.”

Dean tilted his head.

Oh how tragic.

The man tried to stand straight, and Sam slammed him back into the wall.

“Hey! Whoa. Easy there, chachi.”

I held back a growl as I glared at the man.

I wish Dad was here.

I blinked, taken aback.

Had the voice in my head just… talked to me?

I miss Dad too.

The man pulled his lips up to show us his gums. “See? Fangless. Happy?”

Sam let him go, and Dean pulled the knife away.

“Now.” The man spat. “Who the hell are you three?”

***

“Sam, Dean, and Olive Winchester.” Gordon Walker, solo hunter spoke. “I can’t believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I’m sorry. It’s big shoes. But from what I hear you guys fill ‘em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot-”

“You seem to know a lot about our family.” I cut him off.

“Word travels fast.” He sighed. “You know how hunters talk.”

“No.” I shook my head. “We don’t, actually.”

“I guess there’s a lot your dad never told you, huh?”

“So those two vampires, they were yours, huh?” I mocked his tone.

“Yep. Been here two weeks.”

“Did you check out Barker farm?” I spat.

“It’s a bust. Just a bunch of hippies. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone.”

“Where’s the nest?” I ignored the rack of fancy equipment that he pulled out of his car.

“Look, girl-”

“Her name’s Olive.” Sam snapped.

“I got this one covered. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a real pleasure meeting you fellas. But I’ve been on this thing for over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I’ll finish it.”

“We could help.” Dean offered, finally getting a word in.

“Thanks, but uh, I’m kind of a go-it-alone type of guy.”

“Come on, man. I’ve been itching for a hunt.” Dean grinned.

“Sorry. But hey, I hear there’s a chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out.” He shut the back door and got into his car. “It was real good meeting you, though. I’ll buy you a drink on the flip side.”

He drove off, and Dean and Sam both turned to me with strange looks on their faces.

“What?”

“What the hell was that?”

I shrugged. “I dunno. Dad never mentioned him, so why did he know so much about our family? He’s not a vamp, but he could be something else. A werewolf, a shifter. Hell, a skinwalker. Or he could just be some very shady dude.”

“Ol, I’ve never seen you go at anybody like that.”

“Yeah, Dean’s right. Not before.” Sam shook his head.

I sighed. “I don’t like his vibes.”

Dean sighed and Sam shrugged. “Alright. Let’s go.”

***

“Hey!” I roared, fangs on display.

The vamp turned with an open mouth and wide eyes. Sam took the chance to pull Gordon out from under the power saw, helping him to his feet. The vamp came at me full force, and Dean picked up a loose crowbar and hit him with it. The vamp fell under the saw, and I watched as Dean moved without hesitation. He drove the crowbar into the vamp’s chest before throwing a few punches.

He lowered the saw, cutting the vamp’s head off. His face got sprayed with blood, and I jumped at the sound of bones crunching. Sam reached for me and pulled me into his chest. I hid my face in his shirt and shook, horrified. I had seen Dean kill, but this sent chills down my spine.

There was a long silence, and Sam ran a hand through my hair.

“It’s okay, bug. I’ve got ya.”

“So uh… I guess I gotta buy you that drink.”

Dean laughed, and I shrunk further into Sam.

“Yeah. Hey, babes.” He reached for me, and I forced Sam back as I moved forward, away from Dean.

Dean stared at me, confused. “What…”

Sam eyed him and shook his head. I turned and huddled back into Sam’s chest.

Too much blood.

***

I was curled up in the chair, leaning into Sam’s side as much as I possibly could. Dean was on my other side, because it was either him or Gordon, but I didn’t want anybody except Sam.

“Here you go.” The waitress came by, placing another round, as well as the bill, down on the table.

Dean reached for his wallet, and Gordon waved his hand.

“No, no, I got it.”

“Come on.” Dean tried.

“I insist.” Gordon handed a 50 to the waitress. “Thank you, sweetie.”

My stomach churned and I pressed my head further into Sam. He wrapped his arm tighter around me.

“Another one bites the dust.” Gordon raised his glass.

Bad vibes, bad vibes, bad vibes.

I swallowed, hard.

I know.

“Dean.” Gordon laughed, and I shivered.

It sounded wrong coming out of his mouth. Like he had broken some ancient, blood-rule.

“You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend.”

“Thank you.” Dean grinned.

“That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Yep.” Dean took a swig of his beer and glanced at us. “You alright, Sammy?”

“I’m fine.”

“Princess?”

“Feel sick.” I mumbled, not moving from the security of Sam’s grip.

“Well, come on. Smile, princess. Lighten up a little, Sammy.”

I clenched my jaw and a growl slipped its way through my throat. Sam scowled.

“He’s the only one who gets to call us that.”

“Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done.”

“Right. Well, decapitations aren’t my idea of a good time, I guess. And my little sister is sick to her stomach, so excuse me for not throwing a party.”

“Oh, come on, guys. It’s not like it was human. You’ve gotta have a little more fun with your job.”

“See?” Dean’s face lit up, and I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him! Sam, you could learn a thing or two from this guy.”

Sam looked back and forth between the two, a look of disgust forming on his face. “Yeah. I bet I could.”

I tugged on his jacket. “Sams, can we go home? Think I’m gonna puke.”

He nodded. “Look, I’m not gonna bring you guys down, and Olive really doesn’t feel well. We’re just gonna go back to the motel.”

Dean sighed. “You sure?”

Sam nodded as he stood, helping me stay steady on my feet.

“Alright. Hey, buttercup.” Dean reached for me again, and I stumbled back into Sam’s hold.

Dean sighed and looked down. He tossed the keys at Sam without looking.

“Remind me to beat the buzzkill out of you later, Sammy, yeah?”

Sam only rolled his eyes.

“Bye, De.”

He said nothing. My bottom lip quivered, and Sam swiftly picked me up by the waist, letting me cry into his neck.

“Come on, bug. Let’s go home.”

***

“How’re you feeling, honey?” Sam whispered, putting a hand up to my forehead.

I shrugged. “Better, I guess.”

“Yeah. Maybe your tummy just needed to get all the yucky out, yeah?”

I nodded. Sam had rushed home so that I could barf. He held my hair back during, then made sure I brushed my teeth afterwards. He had braided my hair and put me in bed so I could sleep. The last time he had taken care of me, I was eleven, so the old habit was dying hard.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Sammy.” I mumbled.

He smiled and bent over, kissing my forehead. “Of course, baby. You gonna be okay if I make a phone call real quick?”

I nodded. “Can I get a ginger ale?”

He smiled. “Yeah, I’ll go after I’m done on the phone.”

I sniffed. “Are you sure?”

He nodded, pressing another kiss to my face. He sat down on the other bed with a wink as he pulled out his phone.

“Hey, Ellen, Sam Winchester.”

I felt my eyelids grow heavy as I watched him.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. Just got a question.”

I turned onto my side, focusing on Sam’s face.

“You ever run across a guy named Gordon Walker?”

A pause.

“And?”

Sam caught my eye and made a silly face at me. I smiled, pulling the blanket tighter around my shoulders.

“Well, we ran into him on a job and we’re kinda working with him, I guess.”

Sam’s face morphed into one of confusion. “I… I thought you said he was a good hunter. Wait, Ellen… Right…” He nodded. “Okay. Uh, alright. Thanks, talk later.”

He shut the phone and sighed.

“What is it, Sams?”

He shook his head. “Nothing to worry about, bunny.”

I sniffled again. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, smoothing my hair out. “Yeah, I’m sure. Okay. You get some rest, I’m gonna go get your ginger ale, alright?”

I nodded, letting my eyes fall shut. “Love you, bambi.”

He smiled. “Love you too, baby girl.” He kissed my head. “Get some shut eye.”

***

“Hey. Hey, Ollie. Olive. Baby girl, wake up.”

I rolled over to see Dean shaking me. I inched away as I sat up, squinting. I caught a glimpse of Gordon at the table and my chest clenched.

You aren’t safe. You aren’t safe, you aren’t safe, you aren’t safe.

“Where’s Sam?” I asked, beginning to struggle to breathe.

“Figured you’d know.” Dean tried to move closer, and my chest began to ache like I had just been shot.

“Uh-”

“Car’s parked outside. Probably went for a walk. Seems like the take-a-walk type.” Gordon cut me off.

I scowled, and Dean shook his head, unconvinced.

“Yeah, he is, but…”

The door opened, and Sam walked in. I scrambled out of bed. I dodged Dean as best as I could as I jumped over the other bed and made a beeline for Sam. He caught me in his arms and glared at Gordon.

“Sammy.” I whimpered.

“I’m here, bug. I’m here.” He cradled my head.

“Sam, where you been?”

“Can we talk? Alone?”

Dean sighed. “Mind chilling out for a couple minutes?”

Gordon shrugged, and Sam opened the door. I shuffled out past him, leaning into his side as he began down the stairs.

“Oh, I’m…” I trailed off, looking down at my bare feet.

Sam scooped me and placed me on his hip without a word. “Dean, maybe we gotta rethink this hunt.”

“What’re you talking about? Where you been? I got here and Olive was all alone.”

“I was in the nest, Dean.”

“What?” My eyes went huge. “Are you okay?”

“You found it?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m alright, bug.” He sighed. “They found me, man.”

“How’d you get out? How many’d you kill?”

Sam scowled. “None.”

“Well, Sam, they didn’t just let you go.” Dean scoffed.

“That’s exactly what they did.”

“Alright, well where is it?” Dean’s eyebrows furrowed.

Sam shook his head. “I was blindfolded. I don’t know.”

“You’ve gotta know something, Sam.”

“We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen.” Sam sighed. “Maybe we shouldn’t go after them.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I don’t think they’re like other vamps, Dean!” He hissed. “I don’t think they’re killing people.”

“You’re joking.” Dean scowled. “Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the fuck they are.”

“The cattle mutilations.” I realized, looking up at Sam.

He nodded. “They said they live off animal blood.”

“And you believed them?” Dean was shocked.

“Look at him, Dean. He doesn’t even have a scratch on him. No bites, no blood, no bumps or bruises.” I ran a hand through Sam’s hair. “They didn’t hurt him. And they didn’t hurt me either. I was asleep in the room, they could’ve killed me, easy.”

“Wait, so you two are saying…” Dean shook his head. “No, man. No way. I dunno why they let you go, and I don’t really care. We find ‘em and we waste ‘em.”

“But why?” I stressed.

“What part of vampires don’t you understand, Ol? If it’s supernatural, we kill it, end of story.”

He kept talking, but I couldn’t hear him.

We’re supernatural. Is he gonna kill us?

“Dean! Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren’t killing people, they’re not evil!” Sam spat.

“Sam, they’re all the same. They’re not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them!”

We’re not human. Is he gonna kill us?

“Gordon’s been on those vamps for a year, man. He knows.”

“Gordon?”

No!

I tensed up in Sam’s arms, and he held me tighter.

“You’re taking his word for it?”

“That’s right.”

“Ellen says he’s bad news.” Sam hissed.

“You called Ellen?”

Sam nodded.

Of course!

“And I’m supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam. No thanks, I’ll go with Gordon.”

“Right, cause Gordon’s such an old friend. You think I can’t see what this is?”

“What are you talking about?” Dean fired back.

“He’s a substitute for Dad, isn’t he? A poor one.”

“Shut up, Sam.”

“He’s not even close, Dean.” Sam growled. “Not even on his best day.”

“You know what, Sam? I’m not even going to talk about this.”

“You know, you can slap that big fake smile on your face, but I can see right through it. Because I know how you feel, Dean. Dad’s dead, and he left a hole, and it hurts so bad that you can’t take it. But you can’t just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It’s an insult to his memory.”

Dean took a breath, then stared right at Sam. “Put her down, Sam.”

“What?”

“Put her down.”

“Wait, no, Sams-”

“Put her down or she’s gonna get hurt too!”

“Sammy-”

Dean ripped me from Sam and pushed me over onto the floor. I crumbled against the wet pavement, in shock. Dean punched Sam clear across the face and I began to cry.

“You can hit me all you want, Dean. It won’t change anything.”

Dean took another swing, and I stumbled to my feet. I let out a growl, baring my fangs at Dean. He turned to me with death in his eyes and knocked me to the ground, hand on my neck.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Olive?”

I only growled louder, and he raised a fist. I shut my eyes and flinched, but it never came. Sam pushed him off onto the ground and kept him pinned.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re gonna hit her? You gonna punch your baby sister?”

“I’m going to that nest.” Dean shoved Sam off and got to his feet. “You don’t wanna tell me where it is, fine. I’ll find it myself.”

“Dean!”

Dean turned on his heel and walked away. Sam turned and brought me to my feet.

“Olive.”

“I’m okay.”

“It’s okay if you’re not okay.”

I coughed, put a hand up, and turned. I leaned over and puked again, only this time what came up was blood from my mouth and stomach acid. Sam rubbed a circle on my back.

“I’m okay. I’m okay, let’s just go.” I stood straight and took off after Dean.

“Dean!” Sam called.

He was in the motel room, which was empty.

“Gordon?” He called.

“You think he went after them?” Sam asked.

“Probably.” Dean scowled. “I fucking hope so.”

“Dean, we have to stop him.” I spat.

“Really, Olive? Because I say we lend a hand.”

“Dean, you just took me down in the middle of a parking lot.” I hissed. “Give Sam the benefit of the doubt. You owe me that.”

“Olive-”

“This is not a debate, Dean. Either you trust Sam or I’ll leave and I will never come back.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“And I thought you would never lay a hand on me.”

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll drive. Gimme the keys.”

Sam sighed and pointed to the table, where he had set the keys when we got home.

“He snaked the keys.”

“Mother fucker.”

***

Dean grimaced as he hotwired Baby. A few sparks later, her engine turned over and she purred like she had earlier today.

“I can’t believe this.” He groaned. “I just fixed her up, too.”

I leaned into Sam’s side and refused to look up. Dean sighed. I could already feel his guilt, but I didn’t wanna hear anything from him right now, even if it was an apology.

“So the bridge… is that all you got?”

Sam nodded, tracing over the map. “The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm.”

“How do you know?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “I counted.” He traced the trail. “They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge.”

Dean huffed. “You’re good. You’re a monster pain in the ass, but you’re good. Alright kids, ready to rock and roll?”

I finally looked up at him and said nothing. My neck hurt, I had scraped my elbow, and my fangs had cut through parts of my lip. This was his fault.

He sighed again, then looked back at the road. “Let’s go.”

***

“Come on.” Dean pushed me slightly behind him.

“Don’t touch me.” I snarled at him, backing away from him and into Sam.

“I’m sorry.” He shrunk down.

“Just stay with me, bug.” Sam whispered as Dean led the way into the farmhouse.

“Sam, Dean, Olive. Come on in.”

“Hey, Gordon.” Dean was at attention. “What’s going on?”

“Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man’s blood. She’s gonna tell us where all her little friends are, aren’t you? Wanna help?”

“Look, man…” Dean trailed off.

“Grab a knife.” Gordon gestured to the knives on the table. “I was just about to start in on the fingers.”

He dragged a knife covered in blood across her arm, and her veins pulsated black, tracing away from the cut. I gasped.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. Let’s all just chill out, huh?”

“I’m completely chill.” Gordon smiled.

“Gordon, put the knife down.” Sam took a step toward him.

I grabbed his wrist and Dean put a hand on his chest, stopping him.

“Sounds like it’s Sam here who needs to chill.”

“Just step away from her, alright?”

“You’re right. I’m wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery.” Gordon whipped out a larger knife. “I just sharpened it, so it’s completely humane.”

I took a step forward as a growl flowed past my lips. Gordon’s eyes locked on me, and I froze.

We fucked up.

Dean stepped in front of me, and I huddled behind him, hands gripping his jacket.

“Gordon, I’m letting her go.” Sam went at him.

“You’re not doing a damn thing.” The knife went up to Sam’s chest.

“Hey, hey, hey, Gordon. Let’s talk about this.” Dean’s hands went up.

“What’s there to talk about. It’s like I said Dean, no shades of grey.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear ya. And I know how you feel.” Dean moved closer, and I moved with him, horrified.

“Do you?”

“The vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one-”

He stopped as Gordon started to laugh.

“Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn’t kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down. And I killed her myself.”

“You did what?”

“It wasn’t my sister anymore. It wasn’t human. I didn’t blink. And neither would you.”

My blood ran cold, and Dean reached behind him, his hand landing on my arm. I moved to hold his hand in mine and gripped it. He locked eyes with me over his shoulder.

His eyes said it all.

I’m so sorry.

I sighed and leaned against his shoulder.

He would blink.

“So you knew all along, then? You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren’t killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn’t care.” Sam shook his head.

“Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we’re supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn’t change what they are. And I can prove that.”

Gordon twisted Sam’s arm back and sliced it. Sam grunted as Gordon put the knife to his throat and dragged him to Lenore. Dean pulled his gun and cocked it faster than I could blink.

“Let him go. Now!”

Sam looked horrified, and I panted, trying to hold back.

“Relax. If I wanted to kill him he’d already be on the floor. Just making a little point.” He twisted Sam’s arm again and squeezed.

His blood began to fall on Lenore’s face. She gasped before her fangs extended and she began to hiss.

“Hey!” Dean shouted.

“Think she’s so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They’re all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty.”

Lenore regained control of herself. Her fangs went back inside, and she turned her face away, crying.

“No. Please, no.”

“You hear her, Gordon?” Sam challenged.

“No! No!” Lenore hung her head low.

Sam pushed the knife away from his throat and backed away from Gordon. “We’re done here.”

“Sam, get her out of here.”

“Yeah.” Sam picked her up. “I gotcha. I gotcha.”

Gordon took a step toward Sam, and Dean kept the gun trained on him.

“Uh-uh. No. Gordon, I think you and I’ve got some things to talk about.” Dean inched closer.

“Get out of my way.” Gordon put the knife back up.

I pulled my gun and cocked it, aiming between his eyes once more. “Sorry. Not gonna happen.”

“You’re not serious, Dean.”

“I’m having a hard time believing it too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you gotta go through me.”

Gordon eyed his knife before jamming it into the table. “Fine.”

Dean eyed the knife and nodded. He pulled the clip from his gun and set it on the table. I put the safety back on mine and tucked it into my waistband. Dean and I looked at each other. He had a soft smile on his face, and I felt close to tears.

Gordon came at him and punched him across the face. I pulled my gun again, but they were tussling back and forth, and I couldn’t get a clean shot. Gordon grabbed the knife again, and Dean let out a groan. They kept fighting, but my hand wasn’t steady enough to knock Gordon without hitting Dean. Dean knocked the knife out of his hand.

“What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang? Come on, Dean. We’re on the same side here.”

“I don’t think so, you sadistic bastard.”

Gordon took Dean back to the ground, and I groaned as Dean grunted, hitting the floor.

“You’re not like your brother and sister. You’re a killer. Like me.” Gordon howled.

Dean rolled away, and I grinned, finally lining up my shot. Clean through the knee. Gordon screamed, and Dean smiled at me. He pinned him down and slammed His head into a wall.

“Oops, sorry.”

Gordon was now out cold, and I pulled over a chair so Dean could tie him up.

“You know. I might be like you, and I might now. But you’re the one tied up right now.” Dean grumbled before spitting in his face.

He turned to me and gave me the same small smile from earlier. I slowly made my way to him and accepted a hug, resting my head against his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Olive.”

I nodded. “I know.”

“I shouldn’t have put my hands on you. I’m so sorry.”

I nodded again. “I know. I shouldn’t have lost it in public.”

“I shouldn’t have hit Sam either. I’m sorry.”

I nodded a third time. “I’m sorry too. You miss Dad more than Sam and I do, and we should try to respect how you’re coping.”

He let out a soft laugh. “I really lucked out with you, kid.”

Another nod. “I know. I love you, De.”

“I love you too, baby girl. My sweet, beautiful girl.”

***

“Did I miss anything?” Sam asks as he walks back into the barn.

“Nah, not much.” Dean shakes his head. “Lenore get out okay?”

Sam nods. “Yeah. All of em did.”

He eyes Olive, who is fast asleep on the floor, her head in Dean’s lap. He looks at Dean, who smiles.

“We made up.”

Sam grins. “Good.”

“Then I guess our work here is done. How you doing, Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet?” Dean taunts.

Gordon glares.

“Alright. Well, get comfy. We’ll call someone in two or three days, have them come out and untie you.”

He shakes Olive awake, who groans and rubs her eyes. She remembers what happened last night and tries to dig her head into Dean’s leg so that she won't have to get up. He laughs as Sam grabs her by the hands and drags her to her feet. She huffs.

“Ready to go, De?”

“Not yet.” Dean sighs. “I guess this is goodbye. Well, it’s been real.” He smiles his charming smile before punching Gordon at full force, sending him flying backwards in his chair.

Sam clears his throat as Olive giggles. He turns to his younger siblings with a smile.

“Okay. I’m good now. We can go.”

***

“Hey, sweetheart.” Dean cups Olive’s face as they stretch outside of the farmhouse, basking in the sun.

“What?” She asks, cheeks smushed.

“I need you to know that I will never lay a hand on you again. Okay? I will never hurt you again. Ever. I love you.”

She nods, feeling tears well into her eyes. “Okay. I love you too.”

He pulls her into his chest and kisses the top of her head. Olive wipes the tears away from her eyes. Dean may be a douchebag at times, but he’s her brother, and she wouldn’t trade him for the world.

“Okay. Okay.” He clears his throat and stands, setting his feet apart like a boxer would. “Sam, clock me one.”

“What?”

“Yeah. You get a freebie, and then Olive gets to do whatever the hell she wants. Come on, let’s go.”

Sam and Olive cock their heads, staring at each other, and then their big brother.

“No.”

“Come on, I won’t even hit ya back. Let’s go.”

“You look like you just went twelve rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I’ll take a raincheck.”

Olive giggles, and Dean turns to her, patting his cheek. “Come on. Your go.”

She smiles and runs at him, but jumps into his arms. He catches her with a groan as he stumbles backward. She’s not heavy, but Dean’s so tired that he wishes she would’ve bitten clean through his arm instead.

“This is my punishment?”

“Yeah, you gotta carry me to the car.” She grins as she gets comfy in his hold.

He sighs, patting her back as the siblings start back toward their car.

“What is it, De?”

“I wish we never took this job. It’s jacked everything up.”

Sam and Olive share another look.

“What do you mean?”

“Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy. Our whole lives.”

Sam nods. “Okay?”

“What if… what if we killed things that didn’t deserve killing? Ya know? I mean, the way Dad raised us…”

“Dean… after what happened to Mom… Dad did the best he could.”

“I know he did.” Dean sighs. “But the man wasn’t perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things. And man, I hate em. I do. Olive’s the only creature I’ve ever loved. When I killed that vamp at the mill, I didn’t even think about it. Hell, I enjoyed it.”

“You didn’t kill Lenore.” Olive pipes up.

“No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill em all, ya know.”

“Yeah, Dean.” Sam starts. “But you didn’t. And that’s what matters.”

Dean scoffs. His younger siblings keep him grounded, and he knows that. But he’ll be damned if he admits that.

“Yeah, well, cause you two are major pains in my ass.”

Sam grins. “Guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass, then.”

“Thanks.” Dean whispers.

Sam grins. He can’t tell if Dean’s whispering because he feels weak or because Olive is sleeping again. He smiles either way.

“Don’t mention it.”

Sam climbs into the car. Dean opens the back door and lays Olive down, letting her curl up onto her side. He peels off his jacket and lays it over her with a smile. He shuts the door, stares at the sunset, and then gets in the car and drives off.

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lunatens · 5 years

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mario kart

word count: 1937

genre: sO MUCH fluff

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader

summary: best friends to lovers through the power of mario kart

a/n: okay so if y’all haven’t noticed i’m in a bit of a skz mood recently lol and I've been feeling especially soft about hyunjin recently like ugH I love him anyways please enjoy this v fluffy thing I was so soft while writing it. hopefully it makes up for me not posting too much the last few days/next few days!! <3 also im kinda proud of this so pls give it love

song rec: fireproof - one direction

you: [mario kart, pizza and movie night at my house in 10'?]

you send a text to your bestfriend (and neighbour) hwang hyunjin, hoping he'll be able to make you feel better. your other friend, felix, just texted to last minute cancel your plans to go to the movies (apparently this boy he just met, changbin, is more important than you) so you find yourself annoyed and alone on this friday night. normally you'd just hang out by yourself and watch netflix or something, but you're actually in the mood to socialize tonight. you've changed out of the cute outfit you had planned into your favourite pair of sweat pants and a random hoodie you just grabbed off the floor. you're now lying sprawled on your bed staring at your phone screen and waiting for hyunjin's response, which doesn't take long.

hyunjin: [ya of course. loser buys the pizza!!]

hyunjin: [is everything ok? what happened to ur plans with felix?]

you: [don't worry about it, just come over. bring blankets!!]

you close your eyes, mentally preparing to get up from your bed. a loud knock sounds from your front door, and you groan and roll off your bed. you open the door to a smiling hyunjin, clutching an armful of blankets.

"you know, you can just come in; you don't have to knock."

"i know, but i like making you get up to open the do-is that my sweater?"

you look down to realize that it is, in fact, hyunjin's sweater.

"i guess so. well, your fault for leaving it on my floor. do you want it back? i can go change,"

"no! no, it's okay, you can wear it," he responds, slightly flustered, a subtle blush on his cheeks. you turn to head to the living room, not wanting him to see your own rosy cheeks as you fight back a smile. you and hyunjin have been best friends for as long as you can remember, but recently you've found yourself craving his presence more, longing to be around him, butterflies in your stomach going crazy at the slightest touch. it's the classic dilemma; you don't want to ruin your friendship by confessing, but at the same time it's torture to just be friends when you want so much more.

you lead hyunjin to your living room where the two of you set up your usual nest of couch cushions and blankets (hyunjin giggles to himself when he throws a pillow at you and it hits you square in the face, but it's your turn to laugh when you throw one back twice as hard, hitting his stomach with a dull thump!; you're surprised an all out war doesn't break out). you flop down, tossing him a controller as you open the game.

"my parents are gone for the weekend, so we can be as loud as we want," you mention, turning up the volume on the tv. hyunjin wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively.

"not like that you idiot!" you say with a gasp, throwing another pillow at him and praying he can't see the redness of your face.

"can we pleeeeeease pick each other's characters?" he says, giving you his classic puppy dog eyes (he definitely knows they're your weakness). you narrow your eyes at him.

"fine, but ONLY if you promise you won't make me be wario again," you say as you trade off your remote. he giggles as you watch him carefully.

"waluigi isn't much better, jinnie!!" you pout, and he doubles over laughing. you choose cat peach for him as revenge (in his words, "i don't want furries in my mario kart,") and he makes a face at you, to which you simply smile angelically.

"best two of three?"

"like always," he says, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater. you internally melt at how cute he looks, intensely focused on the screen and determination in his eyes.

you win the first round, throwing both fists in the air in victory.

"okay i would've won if you hadn't sent that stupid blue shell at me!!" he whines.

"okay sure, you keep telling yourself that," you tease.

round two begins, and hyunjin just barely passes you at the last second.

"haha!! yesss!!"

"you're so lucky i ran into a goomba on the final lap," you say; you and hyunjin are pretty equal in skill, so you often bicker back and forth, arguing about who's the real mario kart champion (although you know you're definitely better). you start the third race, both of you determined to win; neither of you really care about having to buy the pizza, the boasting rights are prize enough. at the beginning of the third lap, hyunjin elbows you, and you gasp in shock as you watch waluigi plummet off the edge of rainbow road. as competitive as the two of you are, neither of you has ever resorted to sabotage. as you're placed back on the track, you see hyunjin smirking and your brain whirrs, trying to think of a way to prevent hyunjin from winning. a thought occurs, and pushing the nerves aside, you lean over and press a quick kiss to hyunjin's cheek. out of the corner of your eye you see him freeze, his character veering off course allowing you to surpass him and cross the finish line.

"YES! i win!!" you gloat, buzzing from the adrenaline of winning and the fact that you just kissed hyunjin. you just kissed hyunjin. the realization sets in and you look at him in shock at your own actions. he's staring back at you; normally you can easily tell what's on his mind, but in this moment you have no idea what he's thinking.

"hyunjin i-i'm so sorry, i just-"

"did you mean that?" he cuts you off.

"what?"

"or was that just a diversion tactic?" he says, voice soft and serious, contrasting the playful mood. his eyes search your face for an answer, then he breaks out in a grin.

"haha, your face is so red; i'm guessing it was more than just a way to distract me..."

"okay fine, maybe--maybe i did mean it. maybe i think you're really cute and maybe i want to be more than just best friends with you and maybe i'm kind of really in love with you. and maybe your face is just as red as mine," you blurt out.

"well maybe i'm just as in love with you as you are with me," he says, and his gaze flickers down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. you're not sure when his face got this close to yours, but you aren't complaining. for the second time tonight, you find yourself brave enough to lean in, eyes closed, to press your lips to his. the equivalent of a disney fireworks show is going off inside you as his soft lips fit perfectly against yours and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you onto him. you can't help but smile into the kiss, ecstatic and relieved that everything worked out and your days of pining and daydreaming and complaining to felix are over. you feel hyunjin's lips curl up into a smile too, and you both giggle as you pull away slightly, your hands lost in his hair and noses brushing as you look in his eyes.

"you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that," he says, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"then why didn't you" you question, playing with his hair absentmindedly.

"i thought you liked felix!! i was sitting around in my room moping all day because i thought you and felix were going on a date! i've never been so happy to get a text in my entire life," hyunjin confesses with a nervous laugh. you can't help but laugh at the situation.

"i can't believe you thought i liked felix!! i've been asking him for advice on what to do about you!"

the two of you erupt in giggles, nestled in the mess of blankets with limbs tangled around each other.

"we're so silly," hyunjin says between laughter, pulling you back towards his lips. "i can't believe i can just do this whenever i want now," he mumbles into your mouth, and you deepen the kiss, wanting to be pressed as close to him as possible after desperately wanting this for so long.

"you still have to pay for the pizza, you know," you mention in between kisses. hyunjin's head falls back as he lets out a groan.

"...i was hoping you'd forgotten about that."

"nope! i'll set up the movie while you call," you say, kissing his cheek before moving to get up. you don't make it very far before hyunjin pulls you right back into his arms, peppering your face with kisses.

"hyunjin! i have to get up!" you giggling.

"no you don't. we can just lie here forever," he says, continuing to kiss you.

"we might get hungry though," you mention, this time pulling yourself away for real (even though it's probably the hardest thing you've ever done) to toss him his phone while you pick out a movie.

you're curled against hyunjin's side, head on his chest, listening to his slow breathing and heartbeat more than the movie itself. the room is dark save for the glow of the tv and the streetlamps outside. there's a flash as the headlights of a car pull into the driveway.

"we're gonna have to get up to get the pizza, jinnie," you groan.

"shhh baby, no we're not," he murmurs (you ignore how your cheeks heat up at the nickname), and your front door swings open as someone enters your house.

"someone order a pizza?"

you recognize the familiar aussie accent of felix and he walks in carrying a large box, changbin following close behind. he places the box beside you and gives you a cheeky grin, flashing you a thumbs up. you blush, hiding your face in hyunjin's chest.

"ew, they're so gross and affectionate," felix pretends to puke, and changbin laughs. "lets get out of here binnie. catch ya later, y/n; don't have too much fun!" felix says with a wink.

"bye, felix!" you say, encouraging him to leave. the front door closes and felix's car pulls out of the driveway, leaving you once again alone with hyunjin.

"jinnie, how-"

"i texted felix real quick while you were picking a movie asking him to help me out, then called him but pretended i was calling the pizza place," hyunjin explains.

"you're so smart," you say, kissing his cheek in appreciation.

"well, i try my best. oh, y/n?"

"hm?"

"you look really cute in my sweater."

"i know. i hope you know you're never getting it back,"

"that's fine with me," he says tackling you in another kiss. you lie there for a while, lazily making out while the movie plays in the background, hyunjin's hands on your hips and yours in his hair.

"it's crazy how so much has changed in just one night," you say, pulling away for a second.

"mhm...although really y/n, you're still my goofy, loveable best friend. just now we get to do things like this," he says, pulling you back into the kiss.

"i love you, hyunjin," you say, breathless. you've said this to each other many times before, but this is the first time you're saying it seriously and romantically.

"i love you too, y/n," he whispers back, and you want to live in this moment forever; just you and hyunjin, the rest of the world is a blur.

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goddamnmuses-a · 4 years

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Dan Watches: Star Wars: Episode II - Attack Of The Clones

Alright so I did this for Episode I which you can find here. So.. here’s my weird.. live reaction/note taking/whatever this is.. to Episode ll.

Alright so.. Once again the opening crawl is very politicy.

Count Dooku I think is mentioned for the first time in it and Padme becomes a Senator instead of a Queen in it.. which.. is weird.

The Naboo ships im not sure about.. I like the design but they seem too new and clean for being a prequel. That said they are owned by royalty so i can let it slide i guess.

“I guess i was wrong, there was no danger at all” *EXPLOSION* ffs Jeff, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut?

Nooooooo! Not.. Cordey? Omfg that was the worst death i’ve ever seen. Terribly acted.

Ayy it’s the Jedi avengers, no but like why is like i presume the whole or half the jedi council in this meeting? Shouldn’t they have like 1 representative?

Yooo thats live action Barriss Offee in the back... hey girrrll ;)

actually she’s probably supposed to be like 13 or somehting so i take that back.

I love just all the traffic flying by the window

YOOOO it’s my boy Jar Jar aka Darth Plagueis the Wise, don’t @ me.

Spice mines on the moon of Naboo you say? Isn’t Spice a drug but you mine for it.. there are drug miners in Star Wars.. good stuff.

That elevator would be terrifying.

Obiwan just like.. LOL I fell into a nest of Gundarks.. what a character I am. .. Love him.

Anakin like “I haven’t seen her since i was underaged master.. now i can get my fuck on!”

ALSO ITS BEEN 10 YEARS!?

“Ani you’ll always be that little boy” *Police sirens*

Anakins a little bitch

I think Jar Jar’s ears things are much longer.. but might just be me imagining things.

She’s not forgotten you, she said your name.. you creep.

Heeyy look it’s your custom star wars character Zam.

Obiwan is so sassy

Anakin is pretty creepy towards Padme.

Those worm things are naasty

Yo tbf that was some smooth lightsabering, they were like an inch tall and right up on Padme and he didnt even hurt her accidentally. I’d have killed her there.

Obiwan just fucking dives out the window like its nothing. Mad man.

Zam is the worst, instead of shooting Obiwan she shoots her own damn droid.

Damn it Anakin, he’s told you to stay away from power couplings.

Obiwan is just gonna be like “FFS ANAKIN!” this entire movie... well.. Saga.

I wonder how Jedi pick their robes because like some are very similar and then theres like a few that have darker leather stuff, it’s like there’s a jedi stylist or something.. Someone make that OC.

Amazing catch Obi.

So Obiwan is his real name but he goes by Ben later on and then Ben Solo is named after him but shouldn’t it be Obiwan Solo?

A changeling, she really is a custom character.

Yoo that Twilek wasn’t stupidly thin, I’m here for Thicc Twilek.

What species is Death Stick guy! I wanna know what he does with his life after he rethinks it

I hope it backfires and he’s like “Hey.. I could be doing so much more” and he ends up like the head of a crime family.

She didnt even change.. so much for changeling.

....she did when she died i take it back.

Damn the background Jedi are ugly.

I like how this shows that Palpatine has already begun manipulating Anakin.

Still dont understand why Jedi see the balance being a good thing when it’s leaning heavily towards the light side right now.

Anakin “IM READY FOR THE TRIALS!” .. you aint. You a moody bitch.

I like Padme’s dress.

Anakin just got warned to back down because he’s being a creep.

Omfg whats that rape face.

Dormy or whatever her name is, better actress than Padme.

Poncho! Cal approves.

WOO ITS DEX!

Jawa Juice? Ew.

Wtf is the Rishi maze?

Dex suddenly went sinister at the end, why?

Yess the librarian! She’s the best. I think she has a badass Order 66 story if im remembering correctly.

She’s very sure about her records though.. calm down lady.

“No droids” says the droid to the other droid.

So i presume the head of the Jedi Council is always the one who looks after the younglings.

Awwh the little babies and they’re all gonna get killed by Creep Vader.

Yoda is so soft, good dad figure. Best boy.

They elect queens on Naboo.. thats interesting.

I love the Jedi fighter look.

HOLD THE FUCK UP THEY DIDNT KNOW ABOUT KAMINO

THERE WAS A FUCKING LONG NECKY ALIEN ON THE JEDI COUNCIL IN EP 1..

.... some bullshit.

I should really look into Sifo Dyas

And Why are there not more Clones in Star Wars...

Other than like.. .. spoilers for.. you know what nevermind.

I DONT LIKE SAND! HE SAID THE THING

Anakin you creep

Why the fuck would Padme even lean in at all? He’s been nothing but a creep and she’s shown 0 interest in him at all so far.

The Camino people are pretty chill.

That was the first bit of actual chemistry between Padme and Anakin

Omfg the pear, fuck off.

Also forgot to comment but theres some clear like.. oohhhhhh moments im having with how order 66 got set up.

Has Padme had an outfit change again?

She’s got her sexy outfit on to turn him down.. seems right.

Her make up is a bit.. much

Sooo the force is weaker with the jedi because the light sides had it so good for so long that the force is trying to balance out and bring it back the other way, makes sense.

It’s actually his connection to his mom that brings him towards the darkside to start.. nice.

Padme trying to be inconspicuous is super conspicuous

I like that the droid said okey dokey.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAY WATTO

YAAAAY ANI SPEAKING HUTTESE

I love how Watto is happy to see Ani.

Watto doesn’t deserve the shitty life he ended up with.

Love some New Zealander up in my Star Wars.

Seismic charges have such good sound design.

Thats one hell of a missile.

Eyyyyy it’s c3p0 it’s amazing how much i’d forgot of this.

Tusken Raiders are dicks. They know sign language but they’re dicks.

Even Anakin is like “These are good people”, good. They’ll raise your son.

Is that general grevious’ voice?

What the fuck are these aliens

Awwwh noooo she waited just to die in her sons arms.

Tbf i’d go full darkside if someone tortured my mom.

You know what.. this Ani is nothing like the ones from the cartoon, he seems like less of a whiney bitch in the clone wars but we’ll see..

Cleg Lars’ hover chair is pretty dope.

Anakin got over hating Obi Wan real quick.

Even captured Obiwan is a sassy boy.

Jar Jar as badass as he is.. is basically putting the Sith Lord in charge.

So far if you dont know that palpatine is the Sith there isnt really anything obvious telling you which is pretty interesting.

Padme has had another outfit change, another iconic look.

And so behind the adventures of r2 and c3po

C3PO had a costume change, he’s been watching Padme.

The fake out they have you thinking Padme is covered in magma is pretty good

Okay then suddenly she loves him.

Also bye bye lightsaber

Genosians are pretty gross

In my head they were always the same as Toydarians for some reason

I like that bug monster, i remember killing them in one of the older battlefront games.. as maybe Aayla Sekura but maybe i made that up.

Anakin surely got the best one to fight. He basically tames it.

The fucking peck on the cheek, was that needed?

Droidekas are still cool as fuck.

Suddenly Jedi.

The Jedi that made it up to Dooku is terrible, he cant even reflect a few blaster blasts.

Well.. Jango lost his head.

The smile on that green jedi’s face is beautiful, what a beautiful alien man. Kit Fisto.

Obiwan is an icon.

Dooku is pretty reasonable all things considered.

Woo clones!

“Around the survivors, a perimiter, create.” Yoda.. just speak normally damnit.

Yoo what if Jaro Tapal shows up in the new Clone Wars cartoon season.. i’d lose my shit.

I like Dooku’s bike.

Anakin you dumb fuck.

I always thought Dooku’s curved lightsaber was weird.

Rey should have done this sick ass catching the lightning trick instead of the two lightsabers.

Jedi flips all over the place woop.

As obvious as it is that Palpatine is the hooded Sith, i feel like they dont show his full face because i feel like a little kid might not be able to tell.

I kinda like how it shows a bunch of clones (the basic start of the stormtrooper) and then star destroyers and it’s like.. heres where the empire started.

Aaaaaand they’re married? so yeah.. congrats Ani you creeped your way into being a husband.

#ooc #dan watches #dan reacts

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SPN 7x02: “Hello, Cruel World”

THEN: Sheriff Jody Mills. Sam was soulless; Death returned his soul and put up a wall so he can’t remember Hell. Sam’s hallucinating about Lucifer. Sam cut his hand. Cas swallowed Leviathans. Cas is gone, Leviathans are here to play.

Leviathan!Cas would’ve been so much fun.

“Your vessel's gonna explode, ain't it? Wouldn't do anything too strenuous. In fact, I'd call it a day, head on home, huh?” I love ya, Dean.

Sam’s still struggling with Hallucifer.

“You’re still in my cell. You’re my bunkmate, buddy. You’re my little bitch, in every sense of the term.” My skin is crawling.

Municipal Waters.

Bye bye Cas. (Does this count as a death??)

Aw hell, I’ll count it. RIP Castiel. Death #4.

Cas’ trenchcoat.

“Okay. So he’s gone.”

Dean had the hardest time admitting to Cas’ death.

“Black Water” by the Doobie Brothers. Nice joke there.

Dean looking after Sam. :’)

What a nasty cut.

Now Bobby’s patching up Sam.

“I’m not okay.”

“You think?”

“Hey. Go a little easy.”

Bobby was a good father.

Sam comes clean: “I’m having a difficult time figuring out what’s real.”

Sam and his puppy dog eyes. I say we wrap him up in warm blankets.

The Biggerson’s ad.

“I’m sorry, Doctor, I forgot being Head Surgeon means you cut into whatever body you want and take out whatever organ pleases you without any paperwork whatsoever.” Leviathans can’t understand sarcasm, it seems.

“What are you doing?”

“Turning on his GPS, case he decides to fly the cuckoo’s nest.”

Smart move.

Bobby really was an excellent father.

“I’m fine. Really.”

“Of course. Yeah. You just lost one of the best friends you ever had, your brother’s in the bell jar, and Purgatory’s most wanted are surfing the sewer lines, but yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re – you're fine.”

He just sees right through that shit.

“Course, if at any time you want to decide that’s utter horse crap, well I’ll be where I always am. Right here.” I wanna hug Bobby so bad.

RIP 3 teens. Killed by Leviathans.

Jody!

Dr. Gaines.

“Did you know a study showed that 3/4 of doctors cheat on their exams? He might not know your appendix from your vagina.” lol.

5150′d?

Dean’s going out on a solo hunt.

RIP Dr. Gaines. Killed by Leviathan.

“I can show you the layout. And step lightly. We got a whole bunch of NC17 shiznickel right over there.” What a colorful vocabulary.

Jody and her spidey senses kicking in.

RIP Mrs. Hackett. Killed by Leviathan.

Nooo.

“Doctor’s orders. I’ll check on you later.” Like hell, you will!

I hate when characters rip out their IV needle like that. That hurts me.

“You can kiss my ass, Doctor Monster-Face.”

“There’s only one way to figure it out, Sam. It’s up to you. It ends when you can’t take it anymore. I think that’s maybe why we’re cleaning our guns.” Don’t you goddamn dare.

Jody calling Bobby.

pfft, Bobby didn’t recognize her until she called herself the Sheriff.

“Well, either Sheriff Mills is having an ObamaCare-insured opium dream, or something’s eating folks down at Sioux Falls General Hospital.” Ah, Obamacare. Those were the days.

RIP head nurse and staff administrator. Killed by Leviathans.

Sam got so bored he decided to time himself putting together guns.

This Dean was a hallucination, no?

Bobby saved Jody in time.

“Bobby Singer-- my hero!”

“That’s the roofies talking.”

So Sam is just driving himself here?

“You are never going to be okay, Sam.” That was your clue, hon.

And here comes the real Dean.

“’Cause if you’re seeing Lucifer, then you could be seeing all kinds of crap, okay?” There’s the other clue.

“Want to point that gun at someone useful? Try your face.” I will always hate Lucifer.

The hasty showing of the badge, hahaha. Oh Bobbers.

Get out, Bobby!

Our first look at a Leviathan’s true form.

Real Dean to the rescue.

Lower the gun, Sam.

“Hey. I am your flesh-and-blood brother, okay? I’m the only one who can legitimately kick your ass in real time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy.”

Dean always knows how to get through to people.

And Sam’s new coping mechanism is born.

They get the call from Bobby.

I will never forgive this show for burning Bobby’s house down. I loved that place.

Hell, if Bobby made it back first, he probably thought Sam was in there.

“You cannot be in that crater back there. I can’t... If you’re gone, I swear, I am going to strap my Beautiful Mind brother into the car and I’m gonna drive us off the pier. You asked me how I was doing? Well, not good! Now you said you’d be here. Where are you?”

There goes Dean’s leg.

Damn. Crushed by a car. That should’ve taken care of him, but I know it won’t.

And he managed to give Sam a hit to the head? Wonderful.

How many seizures has Sam had?

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 7x02 #hello cruel world

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Monday - I wake up today thinking that today is going to be a good day. Not sure why, maybe because of how shitty I felt last week injuring my neck. The whole week really was better than last week, in general.

Mondays I am always excited to greet Scott in the mornings. After going 2 days without seeing or talking to him, I am always ready to be in his presence once more. I greet him at the printer on this morning. About half an hour later, I happen to be at the printer again when he walks out of his office to go use the bathroom. “Have you been standing there this whole time?” I tell him no, and am not sure if he’s being serious or joking. Not long after this, a guy comes in from the warehouse asking Steve and Scott where Chris’s new office is. Scott tells him where and the guy starts walking in the direction he needs to go in. Scott goes into his doorway and says stuff like, “Make a left..keep going...just keep going...you got it.” I look at him and he smiles big at me and I smile back.

I have to ask a co-worker, Ed, about an order. He and another woman handle Latin America and Mexico shipments since they speak Spanish. I have to walk down Scott’s office hallway. When I finish talking to Ed and head back toward my cubicle, Scott turns to look at me and gives me a little smile, and I smile back. I have my booties on today and they’re really loud, so he couldn’t miss me.

During my lunch, I go into Scott’s office as soon as I can so I have plenty of time to talk to him about our weekends. I tell him I got my massage and he asks how it was. I tell him she was a little rough, but got my knots out. I then say, “Yeah, I got a little butt massage at the end too. That was nice.” Scott laughs. Booty massages are the best. He tells me how he did a bit of yard work and changed the headlight in his car. He says how his one plant was dying and how he saw a long line of ants going to it, but he killed them. Turns out, the ants were actually helping get rid of what was killing his plant. I tell him about how I saw a wasp in between my patio door and the screen Friday night and how I thought, “Look at this stupid wasp, he’s stuck.” Well Saturday morning, as I’m sitting there drinking my coffee and reading, the wasp is there again building a nest in the door track. Last year when I moved in, there was already a wasp nest there so I had maintenance come and take care of it. I tell Scott “This time it feels personal. Like, I watched him make his nest right in front of me. I want to personally destroy him.” I tell him I’m going to get wasp spray and how I heard it works instantly. “Last time there were 3 wasps. Luckily this time there’s just 1. But he thinks he’s going to make his little bachelor pad on my porch and he’s wrong.” Scott laughs, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know how to respond to what I say sometimes lol. His hat is lifted up a bit, so more of his forehead shows. I can tell he has a receding hairline, but I don’t care in the slightest. The only thing I’m thinking about is kissing his forehead. Sigh.... Scott starts telling me how he took his daughter to Lowe’s with him on Sunday. He needed some nuts and bolts, and they had 3 bins full of them. His daughter was taking some out of one and putting them in another, messing them all up. Then she hands him a handful of some and says, “Here, daddy.” Oh, it’s so cute: the whole story, how he talks about her, how much she loves him. I pretty much always say the wrong thing though, so after saying it’s cute, I tell him I think most kids do stuff like that. Scott says, “I guess.” I try to redeem myself by saying, “Well, if anyone at Lowe’s ever pisses you off, just take your daughter with you and have her mess things up.” Scott laughs at this.

When Scott makes his tea toward the end of the day, I can tell something is off. He’s in a weird mood. I had heard him on his cellphone not long before this and he went into the warehouse to talk privately. Idk if that had anything to do with it. He’s not really talkative though, and at the end of the day I don’t go into his office. I do pass by him and his hat is on backwards and I want to stop to tell him he looks good, but I don’t. Scott leaves right as it turns 4:45. I hear him and check the security mirror to see if he’s actually leaving because he rarely leaves on time and almost never leaves before me. He had stopped to stand outside his doorway for a few seconds, then conintued walking, quicker than normal. I walk out less than a minute later. He is already in his car and waves to me over the steering wheel. I wave back. He pulls out and leaves before I even get in my car.

Tuesday - Scott is not very talkative today. I don’t mind though, I just hope everything is okay. During my lunch, I tell him how I got a new trash can. I had a plastic one up until now, which I hated because they get so dirty, the lid always fell in the trash, and the trash bags never stayed on. I finally got a stainless steel one with a pedal. I tell Scott, “It’s the little things, ya know?”. I really am excited about my trash can. I tell him I tried the blueberry flavor of the Oui yogurt and how it’s a stupid name because oui means “yes”. We both agree that since most Americans probably don’t know how to even pronounce it just looking at the word that it doesn’t really matter. Scott didn’t know how to say it lol. He asks if I took French in high school, which I did tell him months ago that I did. Again, Idk if it’s because he had less interest in me then or if he is just very forgetful, which I do know Scott can be pretty forgetful. I do notice now how he seems to make a conscious effort to remember things I tell him. He asks me if I remember how to say anything, and I only remember how to say some basic stuff and “I like cheese”, only because I can remember “J’aime” means “I like” and “fromage” means “cheese”, so I just put them together. “That won’t get you very far”, Scott replies, which is very true haha. I do remember hello, good bye, please, and thank you, though those won’t get me far either. I tell him I do remember how to say blue, which is “bleu” (pronounced bluh). Scott finds the word amusing. When Steve comes in, he asks me what Joyce’s meeting is about. “Wait, what meeting? I wasn’t invited.” “Maybe it’s about you”, Scott says. I jokingly tell him he needs to tell me what’s said about me then. I ask Joyce what the meeting is for, and it’s to get ideas from people to make work better and what we should do for fun events. I already gave Joyce some of my ideas, hence why she didn’t invite me. My one idea was dodgeball, so I tell Scott when he’s making tea that he needs to back me up. He tells me the next day he suggested we have four 10 hour workdays instead of five 8 hours. I’m not sure if I like that idea or not. Another idea I had was stand-up desks. I tell Scott this the next day as well, and he said Chris bought them for him and Steve. I wouldn’t mind having to pay for my own tbh.

Wednesday - I greet Scott in the morning at the coffee machine. A little later while I’m at the printer, he comes out of the bathroom, making that face he always makes when he comes out from there and I’m at the printer. I’ve already described it so many times. His face always seems bright, clear, open, his eyes always set right on me. Not long after this, I come out of the bathroom and a co-worker, Rebecca, is making coffee. She sees me and starts talking to me as I stand at the intersection of my cubicle and the hallway. I hear the back door open and turn to see it’s Scott. We give each other small smiles, and then I turn back to Rebecca. As Scott comes up and is about to pass me, I turn back to smile at him again. His eyes were still on me, smile still glued to his face.

During my lunch, we somehow get on the topic of French again. Scott is still pretty quiet today. I know it can’t be me, because I noticed that he hasn’t been talking as much to Steve either. I don’t listen to their conversations anymore, but I can still hear if they’re talking, and I noticed a difference the past two days. I tell Scott I gotta go and he says, “Oh, am I boring you?”. “No, my lunch is over.” I wonder if he’s aware of himself being less talkative. I honestly don’t care, as long as I get to be around him. That’s all that matters to me.

During his lunch, I’m standing at the printer mouthing and dancing along to “Pierre” by Ryn Weaver. Scott comes walking over to make tea. I turn to Scott and stop. He’s smiling. “What are you listening to?”. “Ryn Weaver. The song is called Pierre. I started thinking about French again and it got stuck in my head.” A little while later, I’m walking toward the bathroom when I hear the back door open. I know it must be Scott coming in from his lunch, so I stop walking for a split second and then continue. As I’m turning toward the bathroom, he comes walking up and he grins at me when he sees me.

At the end of the day, I go to his office to chat for a few minutes. The 2 new female engineers pass by to go into the warehouse with another engineer who is showing them around. Scott looks at them through his window, and I feel a surge of jealousy. I deduce later that he is just curious, as when he talks he seems like he is, but I can still feel an angry little beast clawing in my chest, breathing fire (thanks, Harry Potter, for this image from when you were jealous of Ginny with Dean). Both of the girls seem just a bit younger than me. I don’t think Scott has any interest in them, but nonetheless, it takes me a bit to actually believe this. He gets a phone call and Scott says how the woman who just called has recently got herself to the #1 spot of most annoying customers. I laugh and say I like how he has a list. I say bye and go to shut down and head to my car. When Scott comes out, I wave to him, and we leave about the same time. I can tell by the smile he gives me when he leaves that it’s still me he wants. The beast in my chest purrs.

I notice that when Scott changed his headlights, he put in a different color. Before, his headlights were a purplish color, and now they’re yellowish. There’s so much traffic on the way home that I don’t even notice where Scott is behind me. I bob in and out of cars and get out of a bit of a mess. As I’m about to get off my exit, I see a car with yellowish lights in the middle lane a little behind me, but I assume it isn’t Scott. When the car passes though, I see it is him. Usually whenever he passes me as I get off, he’s in the left lane, so he’s never passed me at such close proximity before.

Thursday - I’m actively busy in the morning, printing a lot, making my coffee, and then going in and out the warehouse twice to bring in paper for the printer. Scott comes in roughly 10 minutes later than usual, while I’m out in the warehouse, so I don’t get to greet him. Idk why, but some days when I miss greeting Scott in the morning, I’m okay with it, but other days I frantically look for ways to stay out of my cubicle to greet him. However, not long after, while I’m at the printer, Scott stops at the warehouse door before he goes out to say hey and ask me how I’m doing. I see him again when I come out of Joyce’s cubicle at the same exact time he comes out of his office. I feel very pretty today: I’m wearing a comfortable outfit and my hair is very straight. I can feel it blowing around me as I walk. Scott pretty much turns sideways as he walks straight ahead so that he can look at me and give me a little smile that I return back to him. We have this weird knack for exiting or entering our work spaces/area at the same exact time. It happens quite often. What also happens a lot is we will be in the bathroom at the same time or he will go literally within minutes of me getting back from the bathroom. I wish we would just collide one of these days, just so that I can at least have an excuse to be close to him, pressed against him.

I go into Scott’s office during my lunch, and he’s back to his normal, talkative self today. I’m happy to see him in a better mood, and still can’t help but wonder if there was something that had been bothering him. I tell him I saw him pass me on the highway but didn’t know it was him till after he passed. Just like me, he had been weaving in and out of cars to get out of the mess. He tells me there was an accident by him this morning, which is why he was late. I love how he just tells me things like this now. It’s nice. I pull one of my hairs off my sweater and throw it onto the floor. I do this quite often when I’m in his office. “You probably have so many of my hairs on your floor.” He laughs and says how there’s all sorts of stuff on the floor probably, since the cleaning people don’t do anything but clean the bathroom (not even well) and change the trash bags. He tells me not to worry about it. “Oh, I don’t, that’s why I just-” and I make a motion as if I’m picking off another hair and dropping it to the floor. Scott laughs. He tells me he was able to move his stomach appointment up. He’s getting a scope done, just to check and make sure there’s nothing serious going on. He said he’s been gradually feeling better but he still wants to go just in case. He wasn’t supposed to go until the 26th, but he’s now going the 14th, a week from today. I’m happy he’s getting in early, though I hate days I don’t get to be around him. I tell myself it’s fine, I’ll just be able to read more during my lunch. It’s some sort of consolation, at least. I ask Scott if he minds me coming in to talk to him, and he says he doesn’t. I’ve wanted to ask this for awhile now, just to be sure, to ease my anxiety. I think he would be honest with me about that, so I feel better. We start talking about making the workday go by, and I tell him I often listen to podcasts while I work. He and Steve put on a sports talk show in the morning, which reminds me of something I’ve never mentioned. “Oh yeah! I always thought you guys were listening to Steve Wilkos in the morning and I would get confused like, ‘Why do they listen to Steve Wilkos?’”. Scott doesn’t know who he is, so I explain to him and open a youtube video so he can hear his voice. Scott immediately says the other guy’s name, Anthony something, and he agrees they sound similar. I think it’s really funny and crack up.

Random tidbit, but I realized another connection about our birthdays. So his is 1/15 and mine is 10/15, so you just have to add a 0 to his to get mine. And if you add up the numbers of our birthdates consecutively, you get 27 (mine) and 28 (his). I know this is random, but I love noticing little things like this, not just with Scott, but things in general.

I’m looking out the window, and the sky is pretty. The clouds are big and fluffy and moving slowly. Maybe a few minutes later, Scott is making his lunchtime tea. I tell him the sky looks pretty and he says he’ll have to look when he goes out. Whether he does or not, I don’t know.

Scott makes some tea again in the late afternoon. “Making tea again?”, I ask. “Yeah, I don’t really need it, just like it for the taste.” I tell him I have blueberry honey if he wants to try it, and he says he will. I open it for him since the lid is kind of sticky. He goes over to stand next to the printer, and when I walk up to him from my cubicle, we end up standing super close. I hand him the jar with my right hand and go to put my left arm around him, but catch myself in time for it to not be noticeable. Our fingers grazed as he took the honey from me. His hands feel as rough as they look, and I wish I could feel more of them. Scott slowly tips the honey and asks, “Like this?” I pause and then say, “Ummm...no, wait. I usually dip the uhhh stirrer in and then put that in my tea.” He goes and grabs 2 stirrers and comes back up next to me, standing just as close to me as before. He dips the stirrers in and asks if it’s too much. I laugh and say, “Yes, you don’t need that much, let it drip. It’s just a small cup of tea.” I almost say, “You are so cute” as I’m standing there laughing. When I get so close to him, it’s really hard to restrain myself. I want nothing more right now than to wrap my arms around him. At the end of the day I ask him if he liked it, and he said he couldn’t taste the blueberry flavor, to which I respond, “Yeah, it works better in fruity teas cuz it enhances the flavor.” I tease him for almost pouring a bunch of honey into his cup. He laughs and says, “I don’t know, I never use honey”. God, he is the cutest fucking thing.

Friday - About 15 minutes before my lunch, I grab a pretzel at the receptionist desk. I like them warm, so I heat mine up in the microwae. Idk if Scott saw me when I grabbed a paper towel, but when I’m done heating my pretzel and walk back to my cubicle, Scott had been turned toward me. He wasn’t looking at me at first, but then he did when I got closer and gave me a small smile, which I returned.

When I go to talk to Scott on my lunch, he is still back to his normal self. I’m drinking aloe water and offer him some, but he said he had it one time and he thinks it upset his stomach. We get talking about different drinks: we both agree pulp and chunks are gross; I advise him never to have kombucha; and I tell him of my mixed feelings on a chia seed drink I had once. I ask him about his plans for the weekend and he says helping his brother-in-law install a toilet, but most likely he will be doing most of the work. I can feel the beast inside my chest raging now. I am only half-listening, though I am trying to calm myself. I automatically assume it’s his wife’s brother, though I don’t even know if she has a brother, and I don’t register when Scott mentions his nephew, so he was talking about his sister’s husband. I stare at Scott’s arm and have a strong yearning to gently glide my fingers up and down his forearm. I imagine what that would feel like at my fingertips, and how nice it would probably feel for him. I think that this is what finally calms me. He asks me my plans and I tell him probably seeing a friend I haven’t seen in awhile and also going to Barnes and Noble. Scott said he had been in B+N once, and I make some sort of face cuz he laughs and says I looked shocked. “No, I’m not shocked”, but I think maybe I am because how the hell do you go into the bookstore once?? He said he only goes there for the Fantasy Football magazine in September. I tell him I don’t always buy stuff, that I just like being around books, which for some reason makes him smile. When I mentioned my friend and used the pronoun “he”, Scott gave me a weird look, and I wonder if he had a jealous moment himself. I wasn’t trying to incite any jealousy or anything, was only being honest with him about my weekend. We talk without a break in the conversation for the rest of my lunch. He asks me if I’m permanent yet (I’m not, and Scott will probably be the first person I tell tbh); he jokes about how since he has so much vacation he could take like a month straight off, to which I reply “Steve would probably kill you”; he asks me a few things about being vegetarian; we get on the topic of accents and I mention how my one brother-in-law is from China and is hard to understand. Then it clicks that he must have been talking about his sister’s husband.

I am at the printer when Scott returns from his lunch. I turn around and smile at him and he smiles back. I go into his office at the end of the day Friday like always. I had gone to the paper recycling bin and when I turned around, Scott turned his body toward me while still reading an email, and then turned his head to me a few seconds later as well. I was going to go in anyway. I ask him how the second half of his day has been and he says it picked up a bit. He has 2 chairs now sitting next to each other since Chris gave him an extra one, even though Scott doesn’t need them at all. I sit in the second chair, drape my legs over the middle arms where the chairs touch, and put my back up against his printer. Scott offers me his banana, which I accept. I make sure I grab it in a way where my fingers graze his :) I tell him I’m ready for bed and he’s like “what??”. I tell him how I think stuff has been catching up to me, all those times I barely slept. “I like to put on my headphones and dance around my place, and I used to always do this super late at night, like 10-11pm. I’m honestly surprised my neighbors beneath me never complained.” Scott is smiling. I do still dance, just now within reasonable hours. He asks me if I’m doing anything that night and I tell him I’m meeting my mom for dinner, and he asks me where. We start talking about high school for some reason. Our conversations somehow always end up on many different topics. I tell him, “If I don’t see you on the way out, have a nice weekend, Scott.” “Aight, you too, Dana.” He smiles at his screen and I turn around to say, “See you Monday.” Scott leaves before me somehow, yet again. As I walk outside, he is halfway in his car, and he breaks into a big grin when he sees me. He waves and I wave back. I love how he can’t help but show how happy he is when he sees me.

So yeah, these posts got really long again somehow. Idk, I just like documenting all our little moments, and I write them out at my second job on Sundays this way I don’t really have to give up any of my time at home, unless of course I don’t finish these at work. I wonder what Scott would think if he knew I wrote about him every week. Would he be freaked out or would it make him feel good? Idk. I should try to make these shorter again honestly; I mean, I don’t really go back and read them. Anyway, I do like getting to know Scott and developing a bond with him. Yeah, I do think about being affectionate with him a lot, but I still don’t know if that will ever happen. I do feel like he came into my life for a reason though, and that it will be a very long time before he leaves it.

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