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Title: I'd Like to Know You

Ship: Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Warnings: Homophobia, blood, usage of slurs, classic 1980's close-mindedness.

[A/n: Did this cure my writers block? Maybe. But probably not. Also, I didn't proofread]

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There was a distinct sound that accompanied broken ribs. It was a pop that was often muted and overruled by a grunt, or a scream, or any type of frazzled sound. Nancy Wheeler was sure she broke her ribs the first time she handled something stronger than a handgun. Of course, they were just bruised, but it still took her a few moments to pull gunpowder-soaked air into her lungs.

The sound she heard when Robin Buckley’s side slammed into the slate gray 1979 Camaro was undeniably that of broken ribs. She’s been shoved into the door with enough force to enact the quiet crunch, and to Robin’s credit, she barely made a noise.

Tommy Hagen pulled his hand back, already thick and crusted with blood, and brought it down into Robin’s mid-section, not allowing her to catch her breath. She coughed up a black burst of gore, spilling over Tommy’s letterman jacket.

Carol Perkins sat on the hood of an adjacent car, her heels on the fender, her gum a delicious type of purple that Nancy could smell from here as she stretched it over her tongue and let it pop against her lips in a sticky mess. She looked bored- had the audacity to be unamused as Robin lay wounded.

Nancy took a step forward before she was halted by a hand on her shoulder. It was warm and tender and filled with worry. “Nancy, don’t. It’s better to leave it.” Barb Holland grimaced, holding her books closer to her chest.

When it came to Robin Buckley, people tended to look the other way, including Nancy. There had been rumors that circulated about her since middle school, cruel names that were thrown around, written on her locker with dark cherry red lipstick. She carried herself with dignity and took beatings as if they were nothing.

But today was undeniably cold, the parking lot was empty aside for the two perpetrators, and Nancy. Barb had stayed by the doors of the school, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. She would easily close herself away to avoid confrontation and urged Nancy to do the same.

“Seriously, Nance, please.”

She appreciated what Barb was trying to do. Neither of them was one for intervening, also figuring that someone else would. But there was no one else. Nancys eyes darted around the parking lot once more. The sun was starting to set, and the toe of Tommy’s boot kicked into Robin’s collarbone. She was cornered.

Nancy clutched her math textbook until her fingers burned against the cold. She gave an apologetic look to Barb who was already retreating further into the school, before she heard herself shout. “Hey!”

The girl’s voice echoed through the lot with enough power to catch Carol’s attention. Tommy righted himself, turning halfway to peer at Nancy. It took him a few moments to recognize her as she took long and calculated steps across the lot, avoiding the patches of ice.

“Wheeler!” he laughed, holding his arms out like a sadistic ringleader. Blood dripped from his knuckles onto the pavement. “I didn’t think you’d ever show your face around here after your little peep show at the movies.”

“I hope it was worth it, Wheeler.” Carol cackled strangely, hauling herself from the hood of the car. She crossed her arms over her chest and snapped her gum twice more.

Nancy ignored them both in favor for calculating all of her strength and anger into the direction of her textbook. She slammed the calculus second edition into Tommy’s cheek with as much force as she could muster. It made an odd sound that was drowned out by his grunt of discontent.

When his head lifted, a bright flourish of blood edged by a purple forming bruise was obvious against his cheek. His fingers touched the gash, and when he pulled away, he was stunned.

Nancy growled, “Don’t touch her again. Or next time it’ll be more than a textbook.”

“Are you threatening me?” He looked back at Carol as if to confirm. “You’re threatening me for this… this dyke?”

Nancy’s eyes darted down to the girl on the ground. She groaned and spat a mix of saliva and blood onto the cement. She’d heard the slur before, it was one of the choice vocabulary words that sprawled Robin’s bike, her garage, her locker.

Her hands worked faster than her mind, clutching onto the lapels of Tommy’s jacket. She shoved his back against the side of his car. She didn’t’ have enough strength to break bones, but his breath still escaped him.

“You’re used to getting away with whatever you want because you’re a pretty boy, and a jock” He snickered at her and she lifted him from the side of the car and slammed him back down, harder this time. “Listen to me, Tommy. You may think you’re big and strong right now, but you’ve peaked. All you’ll ever be is some washed up highschooler that beat up someone smaller than him.”

His smile was slowly fading, the blood from the cut on his cheek staining his lips a hot pink, diluted color. Nancy wanted to give in to her anger, to make him hurt more than he was hurting now. And for what? For a stranger who clutched her splintered ribs and watched her with a deep, ghostly, stare.

“I’ll tell you a secret, Tommy. After you graduate, you will be the small one. The world is cruel to people who are cruel to it, Hawkin’s especially. And I have the sinking feeling that you’ll never leave Hawkins. Not alive if you keep this up.”

He let out a small noise from the back of his throat, not having a rebuttal at the ready. For good measure, Nancy lifted her knee and slammed it into his crotch with a decent amount of force. Tommy fell into her with a sharp groan, hands quickly going to his manhood.

She shoved him off and let him curl into a ball on the pavement. Carol rushed to his side, rubbing soothing circles on his back. She sent Nancy a poisonous stare, teeth grinding on the grape gum that was surely losing its flavor.

Nancy brushed it off as the adrenaline in her veins started to wear thin. She used the last of her gall she scooped Robin Buckley off the ground and draped her arm over her shoulders, pulling the girl to her side. She smelled thick metal, of salt that was laid on the road to melt ice.

They got halfway across the parking lot before Tommy gained his voice back. It was pinched with pain. “You’re fucking dead Wheeler! You and your little girlfriend! Dead!”

She paid him no mind, leaning Robin up against the side of her father’s station wagon as she fumbled with her keys. Her fingers were shaking now, but that hardly mattered. She opened the door and shoved the trumpet player unceremoniously into the passenger seat before she climbed in herself.

Nancy peeled out of the parking lot, the tires squealed, and Robin clutched the dashboard, clearly fighting back bile that rose in her throat. Nancy hadn’t thought this all the way through. Where was she supposed to take this stranger who was bleeding profusely?

“You,” Robin spoke for the first time. It was breathy with a rasp Nancy couldn’t pin. “Shouldn’t have done that.”

She nearly hit the brakes on the station wagon if it wouldn’t’ sent them careening into the woods bordering the road. Nancy was heading home, it was subconscious, but she figured she could go in through the basement door and keep her parents from worrying.

“A thank you would work.”

“I… could have handled…it.”

“Yeah, you looked like you were handling it.”

Nancy pulled into her driveway, not paying much attention to her park job, the Station wagon was overlapping the grass. She rounded the side of the car and gently pulled the girl up. There wasn’t resistance, Robin didn’t’ have it in her, that much was clear. Though, she looked at the house, and its surroundings.

It took a few moments to navigate Robin down the stairs to the basement, there was a steady build of ice against cement. She nearly slipped, but the two of them held each other upright and welcomed the warm glow of the basement.

Her little brother was in the small part of the room that was draped with old Christmas lights, pillows, and blankets. Mike sat up an snapped his copy of X-men #134 shut. He took in the sight of Nancy, of her pink sweater that was wicked with dried blood and the injured girl that was wrapped around her.

The first words out of his mouth “I’m telling mom.”

“Do it and your Death Star model gets it.”

Nancy had used the threat before, but there was so much hostility embedded in her voice that Mike swallowed thickly and nodded before dashing up the stairs. She had to trust that it worked as she gently set Robin on the sofa.

There was a first aide kit in the cabinet above the toilet. When she returned, Robin was slumped against the cushions, staring up at the old posters on the ceiling. She blinked slowly and it was clear that it pained her to pull air into her lungs.

Nancy’s softness as she instructed Robin to sit up surprised them both. She used warm water and soap on a washcloth. There was more blood than clear skin on Robin’s face, and Nancy tenderly began to wipe it away, avoiding the gashes and lacerations.

She found Robin’s eyes fascinating. They were a deep shade of pillowy blue, and they held so much pain. As she wiped the russet color away from the girls cheeks, she was met with a smattering of freckles, and soft pink lips. She’d never looked at Robin Buckley before. In fact, most of the time she actively tried to look away.

“What you did back there… it was really brave. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Nancy scoffed, sliding her fingers against Robin’s jaw as she pushed her head to the side and scrubbed at a strip of dried blood. “Tommy is a dick. I meant what I said. You have way more potential in this world than he does.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“I don’t have to.” Nancy busied herself with finding a bottle of alcohol and a few cotton pads. Robin winced when it touched the cut on her chin, breathing through her clenched teeth. “Sorry, sorry.”

“Most people would have walked away, you know? I’ve never expected Hawkin’s to be this giant welcoming committee with balloons and confetti, but this? It’s usually a witch hunt before and after class. Tommy and his friends… they’ve never gone this far.”

“And they never will again.”

Nancy was surprised by the earnest in her words. She was suddenly aware of their closeness. Nancy was practically draped across Robin to reach the laceration against her hairline. She was unbelievably warm, and entirely beautiful. It made Nancy’s stomach roll, something she attributed to the adrenaline.

Robin swallowed hard, turned her face away. She repeated, quieter this time. “You don’t even know me.”

“Give me a chance.” Nancy urged, placing a bandage carefully on something that was certain to scar. “Let me in, let me get to know you.”

She meant it genuinely. Robin was interesting, and she was wounded, and Nancy swelled with the need to learn everything about her. She shouldn’t have turned a blind eye, it shouldn’t’ have come to this before she gave in and peeled the girl from the sidewalk.

“You kind of owe it to me,” Nancy smirked, bumping the girls shoulder softly with her own “Being your knight and shining armor and everything.”

“Oh, come on, I could have handled it.” She smiled.

“Right, right, totally. I believe you.”

The two of them laughed, Robin’s hand pressing into her ribs, she flinched. “Oh, ouch.”

Nancy felt worry course though her, squeezing Robin’s knee. There was a need to protect her, a stranger that she wanted so desperately to know. “I’ll go get some ice. And dinner. Dinner is a must.”

“You really don’t have to do that.” Robin said.

“Oh, I know, but I want to.” She lingered by the stairs, eyes soft with emotion. “I might not know you, Robin, but I know that you deserve kindness.”

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roserobineva · 19 days

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SOUTHERN COMFORT | TLOU OC x Abby Anderson Fluff

Alina and Abby get drunk and end up in the same bed together...

A thick, rich tang hung onto our cold evening breath, losing its way as I’m sure my head was deprived of air. I felt light, weightless, yet simultaneously heavy and tired, but it was as comforting as a woollen blanket. There was a chill in the air, but we didn’t feel it. Stumbling our way back from the aquarium, Abby, Manny and I had snuck out of the stadium and spent the evening drinking ourselves into oblivion, as teenagers do. But it had been one of the best nights of my life. Was it monumentally stupid of us to be stumbling through ruined cities riddled with infected and seraphites at dead of night? Of course it was. However, I think the last thing we wished to think about was death. There had been no lack of that in our short lives, and any moment spent avoiding reality was a moment well spent.

We made it to the back of the stadium, Abby and I having trawled Manny half the way there with the last of our sober strength. I was glad for her help; without her brawn I probably would’ve resigned him to a ditch. We made it halfway to Abby and Manny’s room before he began drunkenly, and very loudly, blabbering in what sounded like a concoction of broken Spanish and English.

“Abby, sabes que me amas, tuck me in when we get home?” Manny slurred with a twang of humour. In a desperate attempt to shut him up, Abby slapped her hand over his mouth and tugged him into a headlock.

“Shut up, you fucking idiot!” She stage-whispered, an impish giggle worming its way into her tone, making her sound less authoritative and more like a misbehaving child. Simultaneously, I was forced to take the precaution of crossing my legs, the situation making me laugh harder than I were allowed. However our hijinks were curtly interrupted by a crisp crescendo of footsteps echoing through the stairwell. Obviously our feeble attempts at sneaking had woken someone. Who? We didn't dare find out.

Abby’s warm hand guided the small of my back, frantically pushing us into her dorm, which I was unaware we had reached. I just about stayed on my feet from the force. In one swift movement, we were in and the door was artfully shut. We all remained still, like stunned varmint. The methodic drum of hardware boots vacillating between each end of the hallway kept us still. We actively avoided looking at each other, sharing the knowledge that if we did, we’d wouldn't keep composure. Eventually, the footsteps receded and descended back down the stairwell. Muscles I didn’t know were tensed relax themselves.

“Santa mierda, that was a close one.” Manny uttered, with the most clarity I had heard him speak with all night.

“I thought we were fucked,” I chuckled, glancing over at Abby. She was smiling, flushed with adrenaline and alcohol. Our eyes connect, for a second. And it’s just us. But only for a second. The violating screech of Manny’s squeaky mattress pierced our intimate moment. We both looked over to see him already passed out on his bed. The adrenaline from our close encounter had sobered me slightly, but I was grateful for it. A double take confirms that Manny is knocked out cold, and my eyes travelled back over to Abby. She was now sat on her bed, sluggishly taking off her coat and boots. My eyes traced her hands as she unpicked her laces. They travelled up and up until they reach her eyes which were now looking into mine. I expected some awkwardness, but it never arrived. We could’ve stayed there forever, absorbing each other features, absorbing the bittersweetness of that moment. We both understood what was happen, but neither were ready to admit it were so.

Overwhelmed, I broke the connection, scared of what may happen if I let it linger. As I walked over to her, I stay mindful of the heaviness of my footsteps. I awkwardly place myself on the bed next to her, our skin barely touching, but it felt electric. She doesn’t yet acknowledge me, too focused on escaping those uncomfortable combat boots. She concealed it, but seemed just as anxious. My gaze was fixed on her, magnetic. I couldn’t look away. She had no idea how perfect she looked. She didn’t even have to do anything.

Finally, our eyes reconnect. It’s just as overwhelming. Her lips part, she wants to say something. She doesn’t. I try to break the uncomfortable silence.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it back to my room tonight.” The threat of being caught hovering over me. I gestured to the door, but her eyes don’t break from mine.

“Stay then. There’s room.” That sentence sucked the air from her, like it was the last thing to exit her mouth. Her dying wish. I nodded. Nothing else needed to be said. Despite the telling quiet, I feared getting caught more than I feared sharing a bed with Abby. Although the thought set a boulder-like weight in the pit of my stomach.

I didn’t have sleep clothes on me, (obviously) so nicked one of Manny’s many shorts and T-shirts. Not the first time I’d been subjected to his musty laundry, but it’s more appropriate than going nude. By the time I had changed, Abby was already snug under the duvet. Apprehension took over. This felt wrong, more so than sneaking out drinking. An intruding sensation of disgust took me over, churning and bubbling in my stomach, and my dads voice rang in my ears.

'The acts of the flesh are obvious,' Do you remember the rest?

Abby's voice disperses his heinous words, "Are you getting in or...?”

I refused to let him ruin such a good day. A forced smile to crossed my face, and I slid in beside her. The duvet was warm from the heat of her body, which began pleasantly coaxing me to sleep. I felt a shift as she turned over to face me, our bodies so close it stung. A youthful, exciting static built between us, or maybe it was just the remaining buzz of alcohol.

“So, did you have fun this evening?” She whispers, an anxious yet hopeful glint in her voice.

“I did you know. I really did.” I pause. “For the first time in a while I actually enjoyed myself.”

She smiles, “See, I told you it would be nice. You need to believe me more.” We shared a gentle laugh, a genuine laugh. Something only she could evoke from me.

“I do. I’m just scared to.” The sentence escapes me, I didn’t intend to say it, bet it rolled off my tongue like a snowflake. That snowflake would soon become a snowball. "Why? What's so scary?" She queries. Cautiousness holds me close, but for once I refuse. I break it's grasp, maybe it's the alcohol talking but I want to be brave. I want her to break me down. "Because no one has given me a reason to feel safe with them."

"Not even me?" She snickers, masking her hurt.

"No... you're different." I hope that reassures her.

We spoke deep into the night, but time ran from us and we didn’t care to compete with it. I was sharing things that had never left my mouth let alone the depths of my mind. Abby already knew so much of me, but that was my gift to her. She earned my trust just as my cousin did. She was as good as family. Better than.

“I have a question.” I wait for her with exhausted ease. I’d tell her just about anything at that moment.

“Why do you trust me so much? Out of everyone. Why me?”

I could tell this was a self indulgent question, but I was happy to answer.

“You tried the hardest. You actually cared.” A flicker of confusion crosses her face, “People care about you, the others care so much?”

“Of course they do, that’s indisputable. But you cared the most. Everyone else would’ve easily forgotten me. But you didn’t. Even when I’d hide myself away, put my walls up, you did everything in your power to break them down. For the first time, you made me feel wanted... in a good way.”

She was silent for a second, stone faced, drinking in what I had said. Her expression shifted, it was solemn and tender and loving. Almost motherly. It took me aback. Her hand shifted from beneath the duvet and up to my face, the tips of her fingers brushing my cheek. She cupped it and used her thumb to carefully stroke my cheek. Her touch made time stop, the world around me disappeared into swirling colours.

“You’re always wanted Alina. I’ve always wanted you.” The words just about escape her lips they’re so quiet. But they resonate with me louder than anything else I had heard. Before I could respond she pulled me closer to her and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Like second nature, I rested my face on her collar. Soon we’re both asleep, blissfully unaware of the world we survive in. It was just me and her. She had a knack for making me feel this way.

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yesbutmakeitgay · 3 days

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Once Upon A Time I Used To Know A Girl

Chapter 10

Carol Danvers x Reader

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Summary: A peek into what Carol has been up to during these trying times.

Angst, Slow Burn, Amnesia.

Word count: 778

A/N: Officially halfway through the fic!!!!

I Tried To Write, But It’s Killing Me Inside

Carol lands her ship on the strange planet and veils it, you both get out all geared up and ready for the last minute mission. The place is hot and sandy with big rocks scattered around, it almost looks deserted.

The Captain scans the area with her eyes, "We should split up to cover more terrain," she instructs, "keep your comms on and meet back here in 15." You give her a nod and do as you're told.

Carol starts walking after she sees you leave, sensing something off about the environment. A couple of minutes go by and she hears you through her ear piece, "Carol, I think someone's here," you whisper.

"Send me your coordinates." She receives some signal but it's too choppy to understand, "Can you hear me?" Her voice growing desperate, "Angel?"

Static.

She turns around as quickly as she can to get back to you, but when she does, she finds a small army of full body armored soldiers waiting for her. They start charging at her with weapons of all sorts and she gets to work on every one of them. When she thinks she's almost done, backup shows up with even bigger weapons. It takes her more than 15 minutes to get through all of them, but when she does she flies back to your meeting point.

She arrives, but doesn't find you there, panic starts to set in her mind. She follows your footprints in the sand until they disappear somewhere down the path. She keeps going and sees a body in the distance, lying against a rock. Upon closer inspection she realizes it's you, unconscious, fully bruised, head bleeding, uniform destroyed.

"Angel?" Her voice is drowning in despair, when you don’t show a reaction she picks you up and rushes you back to the ship. She pilots it as fast as she can to get you to the compound.

"Please wake up." But the next time you did, you didn't know who she was.

Carol takes the Skrull memory device off and gets out of bed, Goose following behind her. She's wearing sweatpants and a Nine Inch Nails t-shirt that she probably hasn't changed all week, there are dark circles in her eyes.

She's been off duty since her last mission and she hasn't left her Louisiana home at all in that time. Her ship is parked in the backyard, veiled and untouched.

As she gets to the kitchen her cell phone starts ringing, she doesn't even look at who's calling before she silences it. "They keep calling," she rasps to Goose, annoyed. She makes coffee and puts some takeout leftovers in the microwave.

They sit at the table with breakfast, "I shouldn't have told her to split up," she mutters into her coffee, "it's all my fault." Goose just meows in return, already having had this conversation everyday for the past few weeks, "I should have known." Carol can't seem to think about anything else, she feels crushing guilt and grief for what happened, but also can't muster the courage to face you.

She picks up a newspaper in an attempt to distract herself. She blinks a few times to get her stinging eyes to focus, but gets stuck rereading the same sentence over and over again, failing to get her brain to process the words. Another call pulls her out of her thoughts, coming through her intergalactic device, "Val," she grumbles, before turning it down. After that, she gives up on the newspaper.

When she's done eating she takes the rest of her coffee to the porch to get some fresh air, Goose sits right beside her, "I should have gotten to her faster." The memory of the mission never leaving her mind, always trying to find a way it could have gone differently, "How did I let this happen?" She’s all out of tears, traces of the past weeks still marking her cheeks.

A third call starts ringing, this time, on her landline. She runs to stop it, but she's too late, the call goes to voicemail, she's about to delete it until she hears Kamala's voice, it is sweet and caring and full of kindness.

"Hey, I know you know we've been calling, please pick up, please, so we can talk. Whatever it is you're trying to achieve, it's not working, you're hurting her a lot more by not being here. You can just come by the compound, we can set something up. You owe it to her. Okay, um, goodbye."

Before even thinking it she pulls the phone cable out of the wall, regretting it immediately, "Fuck!" she yells into the empty house.

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samieree · 7 days

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Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

OC x ?😏

-> Chapter XXXII ''Dragonstone''

Chapter XXXIII ''Dārilaros''

"This issue is not up for discussion."

"You're going to get yourself killed?" Sansa replied resentfully.

There should be relative peace, at least that's what he would like. Unfortunately, it seemed like they hadn't earned it yet. They might be home in Winterfell, but that didn't mean the end of their problems.

In the south, Cersei Lannister crowned herself Queen of the Seven Kingdoms after the death of her second son. This more or less meant that they will probably face another war in future, and there was also a threat from beyond the Wall... As if that wasn't enough, a raven from Dragonstone flew in today. Visenya Targaryen invites him to a meeting. In what case? This wasn't in the letter, but it was easy to guess.

He didn't know much about her, only whose child she was and that Tywin Lannister had saved her from death. And of course he had heard about her exploits in Slaver's Bay and that she had four dragons. And now she was back in Westeros and inviting him to a meeting.

Interesting choice of words, as if they were supposed to meet as equals, as if she didn't consider herself better. Maybe he has a wrong impression, maybe she doesn't have much of an ego at all and doesn't think that she just deserves everything? But is this better than the ambition to subjugate the entire continent?

Besides, what choice did he have? Stay in the North and wait until she comes to him - probably not so nice anymore - or take a risk and go to meet this famous Mother of Dragons. Since she's supposedly so good, maybe he can convince her to help him in the impending war with the Night King? Or at least allow him to mine dragonglass, of which - as Sam, now staying in the Citadel, has learned - there are large deposits on Dragonstone?

"What choice do I have?" he answered her question, leaning on the railing and looking at the main courtyard of the castle. It used to be easier to argue with her. And while last time they agreed on retaking the castle and the battle, this time they couldn't come to an agreement at all.

"At least discuss this with the bannermen! Or let me talk some sense into you." he understood her frustration, and he knew that what he was about to do was more stupid than brave. Although he did not see it as a choice between life and death, but between a quicker death and later death. He would either die on Dragonstone or at Winterfell, killed by her or the Night King and the army of the undead.

A drowning man catches at a straw.

"What for?" he replied, one could say dismissively and shrugged. "They will only question my decision. They have recognized me as their king, I have the last word. Even Jon eventually accepted it."

The conversation with his stepbrother wasn't the easiest either. Jon offered to go with Davos instead of him. Ultimately, however, he understood him and respected his decision. Their sister didn't want to do the same.

"Hasn't experience taught you anything?" he sighed at Sansa's words. It was cold enough that the air that left his mouth was white. At least he wasn't cold like when he had to travel halfway across the continent on his own to reach Castle Black. "I was already told once that you were dead. Do I have to go through this again, only this time for the rest of my life?"

"If I don't come back, it means she's our enemy." he wasn't going to address her question or her words at all, because that would mean scratching wounds that had barely healed.

"She's a Targaryen, of course she's an enemy."

"If we judged each other by what our ancestors did, all families would be enemies." he replied quickly, somehow he had a feeling that Sansa would mention her like that.

Robb, on the other hand, saw no point in disliking her because of what her father, grandfather, or anyone else in the family had done. She had nothing to do with their actions, just as he had nothing to do with the actions of his ancestors. Everyone makes their own decisions and it is unfair to judge by name.

Unfortunately, many people thought otherwise.

"I've learned one thing: All those who are not our family are enemies." he wanted to sigh again, but he held back. Instead, he looked down and read the short letter in his hands again.

"She can help us." he said after a long moment of silence, even though he no longer had any hope of convincing his sister.

"In exchange for what? For obedience." she leaned on the railing next to him. "She came to Westeros with an army, a fleet and dragons, she wants to take the throne."

"It's obvious." he muttered in a not very nice tone, which was not intended. He cleared his throat before continuing. "Would you rather everyone die, everyone in the North, than bend the knee? Do you really value pride more than survival?"

He also thought long and hard about what Visenya would want in exchange for her help with the Night King - assuming she would agree to help them at all. The first thing that came to his mind was an oath of fealty, after all, that's why she came back, to take the Iron Throne and all kingdoms with it. Surely she expects that from him, why else would she invite him to Dragonstone?

"If you bend the knee to her, it's all been in vain."

"It won't be in vain if we die?" he finally looked at her. It was obvious that this decision wasn't easy for him, after how much everyone had suffered and fought, but he wasn't stupid, he realized that they couldn't win with her, even if only half of what they said about her was true. "If I bend the knee..." he looked forward again. "...won't you turn your back on me and help me convince the Lords that this was the only decision?"

Silence. Unbearable silence. He wanted to shake her to make her answer anything, even refuse him, tell him that she would never agree with such a decision. But she remained silent. She looked at him and was silent. He didn't look at her himself, but felt her eyes on him and it wasn't comfortable. As if she was looking straight into his soul.

"You are my brother. I may argue with you, but I will never leave you. The Starks must stick together." she pushed herself off the railing and started to walk away before stopping abruptly. "Don't get yourself killed."

"Then you or Jon will be in charge, don't you like that prospect?" he said jokingly, wanting to lighten the atmosphere a bit.

She turned and looked at him for a moment before quickly walking back and hugging him tightly. He hugged her back.

"I'd rather have a brother, even if he makes stupid decisions sometimes."

* * *

On Dragonstone, there was a meeting in the map room. Visenya was expecting guests, her allies in the near future. She had to present them with a further plan of action, one that would be effective and at the same time would not result in too many casualties.

Everything was cleaned up and new figures were placed on the map, placed according to the knowledge they had. Apparently, most of the Lannister troops were in King's Landing, where they had to quell the riots caused by the destruction of the sept and Cersei's ascension to Queen.

So much for being the first recorded Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Not many families support my sister, and those who do, do so because they don't know you. They prefer the familiar evil, so to speak." she passed over calling her 'evil', she understood what Tyrion meant.

She kept her hands clasped in front of her and looked at the map, wondering if she could handle it. After all, she's the one who has to accept or reject the plan when she doesn't really have much experience. Fortunately, she has people with her who know a little more. They had already discussed their options as they traveled, but there was little they could do without knowing the ultimate situation they would face in Westeros.

"We're expecting Ellaria Sand in about a week." at this point she stopped listening to her Hand. She was surprised by the name she heard. "Highgarden is a lot further away, so we can expect Olenna Tyrell in about two weeks, so we have plenty of time to-"

"One sec." she finally interrupted him. "Ellaria Sand?" she repeated. "Why her? Isn't Dorne ruled by the Martells?"

No one wanted to answer her question, which made her immediately suspicious. Something was not told to her, something was hidden from her...

"Your Grace... Oberyn died at King's Landing, and Dorian was killed at Sunspear." Tyrion finally spoke up.

"Excuse me?" she wanted to shout it out, but she stopped herself. She expected an explanation, immediately.

"Oberyn died during a trial by combat. He fought against the Mountain, he wanted to avenge your mother and siblings." he explained, but looked away from her immediately after saying these words. From that she knew that he must have had something to do with it. "My own father wanted to convict me for the murder of Joffrey, which I did not commit. So I demanded a trial by combat and Oberyn decided to be my champion. Unfortunately he died..."

But you survived, she wanted to say, but stopped herself. This wasn't a good time to argue. Besides, no matter how much she wanted to blame him for the death of the man who always took her side and tried to save her from Tywin, she couldn't. From what Tyrion says, Oberyn decided on his own that he wanted to fight. He wanted to take revenge and died. She should direct her anger at the Mountain, who killed so much of her family, and not at Tyrion, who is merely trying to survive.

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and stop the tears that were about to spring to her eyes. She cannot mourn those who died, she must avenge them and make them proud of her. Tears will do no good.

"And Dorian?"

"After Oberyn's death, the people of Dorne demanded revenge, going to war with the Lannisters. Instead, the prince welcomed Jaime Lannister when he sneaked into Dorne, allowed him and Princess Myrcella to return to King's Landing, and sent his son with them. People didn't like it." Varys shortened her this story, omitting the fact that Ellaria killed Dorian, for the good of the alliance.

She nodded and for a moment there was silence again. Everyone was waiting for what Visenya would say, should they go back to planning the war or would she continue to pursue the topic of her uncles? She wanted to ask about Trystane and Myrcella, but she guessed that they must have died somehow too.

And neither of the two bothered to tell her about it, as if they were afraid of how she would react. As if they had something to do with it and were afraid of the consequences... Is that how they see her? Did they think she would do something to Tyrion because Oberyn decided to fight for him? How could she blame him? She is trying everything to trust them because she has to if they are to change the world together, and they are afraid to be honest with her?

"Remember what you said, Tyrion. That you will never betray my trust." she said to her Hand, giving him a warning look, this would be their first and last warning about sincerity. She then moved her gaze to Varys, who was standing across the table. "When you came to Meereen with Tyrion, I wanted to kill you." she started and moved from her place to go around the table and stand in front of him. "That's the first thing that came to my mind when I saw you. After all, it was because of you that my aunt died. You tried to kill me too. I wondered for a long time whether I did the right thing..." she stopped for a moment, looking at the map, but quickly returned her eyes to him. "But thanks to you, I have two allies. Perhaps you deserve a little trust. But you have to promise me something."

"If you demand blind loyalty-"

"No." she interrupted quickly and smiled gently. "Courage. And honesty." she emphasized these two words, making it clear that this was the only and last time they kept something from her. "I want you to promise that you will never hide anything from me, no matter how nasty and hurtful the truth is. And that if I stray from the right path, you won't start conspiring against me, instead you'll tell me straight to my face what I'm doing wrong."

"I promise, my Queen." We will see how much your word is worth.

"Let me remind you what I promised you." she looked from one to the other. "If you ever betray me, I will burn you alive."

"Forgive me, my Queen." She turned around when she heard Grey Worm's voice. "The Red Priestess of As'shai has arrived and requests to see you."

She wasn't expecting any visitors today, much less this one. However, due to how the Red Priests had helped control the situation in Meereen, she decided not to postpone this meeting until later. Besides, the atmosphere in the chamber had become tense and everyone could use a little break from focusing on the war.

She was interested in what this woman had to tell her. She assumed it must have been something important since she had come specifically to meet her. She was waiting for her in the main hall, so it wasn't far.

"Dāria Visenya." the woman greeted, bowing. "Īlen iā buzdari istin, sindita se liortan, qilontan se ozbārtan. Issa iā rigle naejot rhaenagon pryjatys hen belma."

*"Queen Visenya. I was once a slave, bought and sold, beaten and branded. It is truly an honor to meet the Breaker of Chains."*

"Vokto melna dohaertan maghagon lyks isse Meereen, syt bona iksan syt mirre isse aōha gēlȳn. Tolvie mēre hen ao iksis olvie treseo rȳ Zaldrīzesdōron." she replied, smiling at her. "Skoros iksis aōha brōzi?"

*"The red priests helped bring order to Meereen, for which I am eternally grateful. You are all welcome on Dragonstone. What is your name?"*

"Brōzio ñuha iksis Melisandre."

*"My name is Melisandre."*

"She once served another, Stannis, who also wanted the Iron Throne." she glanced over her shoulder at Varys. Did they know each other or did the birds just chirp him about her? "It didn't end very well for him, did it?"

Melisandre didn't say anything for a moment, but she didn't lower her eyes. She soon replied:

"No."

"Fortunately, the new Queen is gracious and gives a second chance to those who once walked on the wrong path." Vis decided to speak so that the conversation wouldn't go off track and Varys wouldn't feel too confident. "The Lord of Light doesn't have many followers in Westeros. Well, that may change after the recent destruction of the Sept of Baelor."

"Even those who do not believe in Lord can serve in his cause."

She raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. She herself did not believe in any gods, but she did not forbid others to do so. After all, she was experiencing things herself that shouldn't have been possible. But she was more inclined to believe in magic rather than deities that control people's lives.

"And what does your Lord expect from me? Because I assume you asked for a meeting to tell me something like that."

"Se Bantāzma iksis māzis se mērī dārilaros bona iksin kivio kessa maghagon se ñāqes."

*"The Long Night is coming and only the Prince who was promised will bring the dawn."*

"Dārilaros... Tricky, because this noun has no gender in High Valyrian, doesn't it?" she looked at Missandei, looking for confirmation. The girl nodded, smiling gently. "Do you think I can be this... Princess that was promised? Why?"

"Hen ōrbar se lopor ziry kessa sagon āzma, se tolī jēdri hen botagon sigligon isse perzys naejot mazverdagon se vys iā arlie. Zȳhon ērinagon toliot sȳndror kessa maghagon jaedos bona kessa dōrī mōris, morghon itself kessa obūljagon zȳha ybon, se lī qilōni morghūljagon vīlībāzma syt zȳhon zitso kessa sagon sigligon." she explained, still speaking Valyrian for some reason. Perhaps it was all some kind of prophecy they learned while training to become priests and priestesses?

*"He will be born of smoke and salt, and reborn through suffering and fire to remake the world. His victory over darkness will bring summer that will never end, death itself will bend its knee, and those who died fighting his cause will be reborn."*

She decides to don't think about this prophecy, she was convinced that she could only see her future in dreams. Moreover, it was hard for her to believe that someone had not modified these predictions to fit specific people. She might be grateful to the Red Priests for taking control of the situation in Meereen, but she wasn't going to believe every word they said.

But we know a few things. She was born when flames were raging in the capital, so there was also smoke. Her mother gave birth to her in pain, with lots of tears, salt. The Dothraki follow her because she walked out of the massive fire unhurt. She dreamed of dead people kneeling before her.

"Sounds like a pretty general description, considering prophecies are read indirectly. As long as they are taken seriously at all." she replied very skeptically.

"Your father believed in this prophecy, the dream of your great ancestor, Aegon the Conqueror. Didn't he?" she asked ser Arthur, as if she knew perfectly well about his entire relationship with Rhaegar. She surprised him, but he didn't show it and just nodded. Melisandre then returned her gaze to Visenya. "You have dreams too, don't you, my Queen?"

"Everyone dreams sometimes about things that are more or less probable."

Again her answer was skeptical, but this time because she didn't want to reveal much, not because she didn't believe. This woman was suspicious, she knew things she shouldn't have known. People who knew a lot - like Varys - were always suspicious. But they knew so much because they had spies everywhere, they didn't rely on... She can't even say on what.

Melisandre didn't say anything else, but smiled, as if she knew that some part of Visenya believed her words.

Too bad Vis didn't know that while she was being held captive by the Dothraki, the most important priestess of R'hllor came to Meereen and uttered the exact same words, regarding the Queen as the one who was promised.

"I offer you a chamber on Dragonstone and all my hospitality, but now you must forgive me, I have important duties." naturally, it was an excuse, as she felt uncomfortable talking to her and didn't want to go back to planning the war now.

She needed some time outside, alone. In the evening they will return to the plans of conquering the Seven Kingdoms.

-> Chapter XXXIV ''A meeting'' -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

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i know you must get this a lot of times but where was it said that jackie and hyde were meant to be endgame in s7 plans? this has always bothered me and news about that 90s show just makes it worse lol

Unfortunately, it would take me days I don't have to find the links to the specific threads on the That '70s Show message board at Fan Forum, threads that are buried by sixteen years andmore of other threads. That being said, i read every single thread on the message board once I became the co-moderator, and I found many fascinating links and interviews and discussions about the behind-the-scenes goings-on at the show.

(I posted a lot of this information on here as I found it. But those posts are also buried by many years of other posts. I should've made a tagging system to make finding those posts easier. Alas.)

In discussions that took place on the message board during seasons 7 and 8's production and airing, had by folks either connected to the show (one or two degrees of separation; several of whom an now long-defunct T7S fan websites), the original series finale screenplay -- which was the original season 7 finale -- was talked about. As were how the season 7 arcs and episodes were altered to accommodate the fact season 8 was greenlit halfway through season 7's production (episodes were already airing at the time).

In an interview with DM on TRL (Total Request Live on MTV) before season 7 aired, he was asked by Carson Daly if this was the last season, and DM confirmed it. The cast, the crew, the showrunners all believed season 7 was the last season because it was. That's how season 7's story arcs were planned. The scripts, including the finale, were written. Then halfway through production, they learn they have another season, and alterations must be made to the remaining scripts that hadn't yet been produced. Quickly.

The Office had an adjacent situation. Jim and Pam were not supposed to reconcile until the series finale. But John John Krasinski (like the rest of the show's actors) was tuned into the fandom. He was also a producer on the show. He went to Greg Daniels (showrunner of the last season) and told him that keeping Jim and Pam apart until the finale would put a bitter taste in fans' mouths. Long story short, scripts were rewritten. One episode was reedited in a frenzy -- the one where Jim and Pam reconcile -- with new footage shot.

Back to T7S. Jackie and Hyde's two breakups in season 7 is an example of a story arc alteration. They were not supposed to reconcile in season 7 until the end of the season / series, when Jackie gives Hyde the ultimatum -- she's leaving for Chicago but she still loves him, and if he loves her, he'll propose and she'll stay -- and he chooses to propose to her at the end.

Their reconciliation in "Down the Road Apiece" (7x17) was a scramble (as might be obvious by how badly that reconciliation is written) so that viewers would get a few more J/H episodes before the end of the newly-written cliffhanger in the lasst episode of season 7.

The Filgos (T7S's showrunners from season 5-7) were not returning for season 8 because they'd already taken another job for a new show. So new showrunners had to be found. The Filgos, understanding the show far better than the who eventually was hired for the job, set up a ready-made story arc for who would replace them.

They probably believed whoever was hired would understand the importance of Jackie and Hyde's relationship to the show's fans. The cliffhanger about that relationship's fate was obviously created at the end of season 7 to lead into season 8's first main arc: Jackie and Hyde's ultimate reconciliation and -- likely to the Filgos' mind -- a marriage proposal so that we'd have stories about Jackie and Hyde dealing with being engaged during season 8. That could have been the arc if ...

The people who were hired as showrunners for season 8, in their own words (albeit somewhat paraphrased, from an interview before season 8 aired), didn't understand Jackie and Hyde's [romantic] relationship and never liked it. So they were bringing Jackie and Hyde back to their season-1 roots as antagonists because, in their estimation, that was their proper dynamic.

They didn't pay that much attention to Jackie and Hyde's dynamic in season 1. They were oblivious to the major shift that occurs between Jackie and Hyde in "Prom Night" (1x19), not seeing what they wished not to see.

The season 8 showrunners did away with the Filgos gift to them, a ready-made story arc that could practically have written itself for season 8's first three or four episodes. Instead, they brought in Samantha as Hyde's wife. To be fair, however, they also to contend with WV's contractual demand that Fez end up with one of the principal female characters of T7S. Whoever negotiated that contract did a terrible job and should have offered WV another way to assuage his fears of being pigeonholed to playing characters post-T7S like the Fez of seasons 1-7.

Because the season 7 scripts were rewritten hastily, remnants of the original Jackie/Hyde ending (and original series finale) still exist within them. When Hyde says, "No, I've decided," peacefully to Eric about whether or not he would propose to Jackie, the original series finale is peeking through. Hyde doesn't say what he's decided, but the subtext isn't all that buried.

In the original scripts, Jackie may well have still left town before Hyde can propose. She might have, however, actually left. Not pretended to leave. That part seems tacked on for another conflict between Jackie and Hyde and to set up Kelso being in the motel room with Jackie a the end of the season.

More than likely, Jackie does go to Chicago in the original script (on her own, without Kelso). Hyde is miserable and furious about it. The scene among him, Eric, and Donna where Donna realizes Hyde was going to propose is probably in the original. The tension would have derived from if Hyde was willing to lose Jackie or not, if he could get over his anger at her ultimatum and her leaving before the deadline she set.

The answer, of course, was yes. In the original, from what I read on the message board, he would have gone to Chicago, knocked on the motel room door. Jackie would've been surprised and nervous to seem him because she didn't expect Hyde drive to Chicago after a) him taking so long to decide to propose and b) the fact she left before the midnight deadline.

The following is pure speculation, based on the characters and that Hyde proposes to Jackie in the original series finale.

After Jackie's surprised reaction, she might have said, "So, what, you drove all the way to Chicago to tell me you weren't gonna propose?" Hydes goes down on one knee.

Jackie: What are you doing?

Hyde: I'm gettin' ready for a football play. What's it look like I'm doing?

Hyde takes out a ring box from his denim jacket and opens it.

Jackie [covering her face]: Oh, my God.

Hyde: I was gonna let the Camino make this choice for me, but then I thought about what a future without you would look like. Turns out, not good. You can be annoying and frustrating as hell, but bein' without that -- and everything else you are -- the last few months has driven me nuts. Which is why I'm askin': wanna get hitched?

Jackie stares down at the ring. She's in shock, but she recovers.

Jackie: Steven, you can be so annoying and frustrating that is drives me crazy, but the last few months without have been miserable. Of course, I want to "get hitched"!

Hyde slides the ring onto Jackie's finger. She and Hyde kiss.

Later, we see the two of them together in the basement with their friends. It's the circle. Jackie is sitting on Hyde's lap with his ring on his finger. Their friends tease both of them about the fact they're engaged. Their friends also congratulate them.

END

#That 70s Show #That '70s Show #That '90s Show #Jackie x Hyde #Spoilers #Ask #Anon #My Meta #My Essay #Meta #Essay #Ficlet #Season 8 Sucks!#BTS #Behind the Scenes

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21 and Barry for the dialogue prompts? :3

21. “Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”

Working at a university was actually extremely boring, believe it or not. Usually, when Magnus said he worked at one, someone would follow up with "ooh! what do you teach?" and Magnus would have to break down to them that, actually, he was more of a repair guy. More than just a custodian (though, to be honest, that work was also very appealing to him) but less than someone that the average college student would treat with respect unless they actually cared. Most of the time, even when he got into talking about handiwork with someone, they'd lose interest halfway through.

Neverwinter University was big and prestigious and the vending machine at the entrance of the fifth dormitory building never ever worked for more than a day. He had well-grown used to fix it. This is why it was so surprising when he went in on Friday morning, expecting to fix it again, and saw someone already working on it.

The guy wasn't very big. In fact, he was smaller than Magnus by a few good inches. He had a tool belt on and was kneeling by the side panel, rewriting something. Usually, Magnus would just bang some things around until it started working again. This guy was making it look complicated. The ever consistent "not working!" sign had slid off the machine onto the floor.

"Hey!" Magnus said, jogging over. "What d'you think you're doing?"

The guy jerked up, his glasses slipping down his nose. He pushed them up again, sliding a screw driver back into his belt. God, Magnus would look so cool with a toolbelt. Who did this guy think he was, coming in here and doing Magnus's job in a cooler outfit?

"Uhm," said the guy. He had a badge on a lanyard around his neck. There was a very professional photo of him with the name "Barry Bluejeans" written next to it. Under that, there was the title "Engineering Instructor". "I'm, uh. One of my students said that this is always broken so I figured, like, might as well come down to fix it? Try to, at least."

"That's my job, though," Magnus said. "Well, I mean- I fix it! It just doesn't wanna stay fixed, y'know?"

"One of the wires is broken," Professor Bluejeans said. Nope, it was weird to call him that. Magnus was gonna go with Barry. "And, uh, a pretty important wire, which is why it's breaking so often, probably. It's probably gonna need a new one."

"Oh," Magnus said. "I knew that."

Barry didn't seem like he knew what to say to that. Magnus had absolutely not known that at all.

"I mean," Magnus hurried on. "It makes sense! I'm- I didn't break it, I just figured that it was kinda old and it doesn't really wanna get fixed anymore. But a wire makes more sense. Yeah." He peeked passed Barry a bit to see inside the panel. Those... sure were some wires.

"Here," Barry said, scooting over. He patted the ground next to him. Magnus took a seat next to him, trying not to feel too weird about the whole thing. "Look, the regular wires are usually different colors so we can tell them apart, right?"

"I know how machines work," Magnus said, embarrassed. "I just- I forgot that this was, uh. A machine. But I can fix loads of stuff. I fixed my Ma's dryer all the time! It kept turning off halfway through so our clothes never got dry. The air duct and shit had gotten messed up, so I had to unassemble a lot of it and then put it back together. And- oh! One time I fixed my friend's car, 'cus there was a problem with the break and she didn't wanna go, uh, go pay for it."

And it was only five minutes later when Magnus slowed to a stop. Maybe this was why most of the students didn't stop to chat with him, huh. He was about to backtrack, but instead, Barry butted in with a,

"Sometimes being a complete nerd comes in handy."

"I'm not a nerd," Magnus scoffed. "I'm a jock."

"Keep telling yourself that, bud," Barry said. "You go to class here or d'you just work?"

"Just work," Magnus said. "Don't exactly have enough money to attend anywhere like this."

"I hear that," Barry said. He nudged Magnus, smiling, and stood up. Magnus winced when several of Barry's bones popped. "Oof, shouldn't have sat there for so long. D'you think you can fix this now that you remember it's a machine?"

"Yeah," Magnus said. "I mean, probably."

"Here," Barry said. He unclasped his toolbelt and deposited it into Magnus's hands. Magnus stared at it. "My classroom's up in the east building when you can return it. I've also got some books you might be interested in, if you want 'em."

"I don't wanna intrude," Magnus said, suddenly self-conscious.

"I've got literally nothing better to do than give away books," Barry said. "I am gonna need the toolbelt back though. Please."

"Right," Magnus said. He shook himself from his thoughts, buckling it around his own waist. "I'll get it back to you by tomorrow."

"Thanks," Barry said, patting his shoulder. "And good luck. Not that I think you'll need it."

#barry bluejeans #magnus burnsides #taz #taz balance #mine #asks #titaniumcanary #ise cube writing

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livingmydreams13 · 2 years

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I bet you think about me // Francisco Morales x Fem Reader

"But it turned out I'm harder to forget than i was to leave"

rating: +18

Warning: As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

A/N: i just saw the music video of Taylor Swift and i said "i want this with Frankie" i hope you guys like it (the reader does not have a physical description, the gif is just from the music video)

Music video here if you want to see it after

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It's been 5 years since the last time Frankie talk to you, things didn't end well, he lied to you and cheated on you, Frankie still remember that fight, how you act, how you scream, at that moment Frankie has 35 and you 25, Santi says that you were just a child acting like one.

"You just made one mistake and look how she reacts… she is not the one for you". Yeah… Santi was sometimes a bitch with you. But his only excuse was before he met you, Frankie was more fun and they hung out more, and now you "stole him."

"That's the stupidest thing I heard Santi, you have your other two girlfriends the Millers brothers to go out hunting girls around" and so the fights would start, so Frankie would avoid taking you where they were too, Benny if you liked him and sometimes you would talk on the phone, Will would just say "hi", he wouldn't even look at you, and as much as you tried to make friends with Santi, he was like a jealous and toxic friend, so after a while you stopped trying.

Until one night Santi managed to convince Frankie to go out one night, although he would have to cancel a date.

"It's ok honey, I haven't seen you going out with your friends for a long time, maybe Santi misses you, go... I'll arrange something later with friends".

What they didn't expect is that they would go to the same bar, and that you would see him dancing and kissing another woman, but nothing happened in the bar, everything exploded in your house, you were throwing things to the air and screaming, Frankie was screaming, and then Santi came in and they were 3 people screaming nonsense things.

"i didn't know what i was doing! i needed some space and i felt suffocated by you!" that was probably all you needed to hear

"I want both of you out now!" there was no way to fix that situation, you didn't want to listen to him, and Frankie didn't know what excuses to say anymore.

When Frankie and Santi were going in the car he received a message from you.

Her❤️:

"Do you have all the space that you need?"

Her❤️:

"This is over, but I promise you that you will never forget me."

After a year nobody knew it, but sometimes Frankie saw that girl with whom he cheated that night, they were just one-night stands, but he did not tell anyone, not even Santi, until .... she got pregnant, the girl's name is Emma, and she wanted to have the baby and called Frankie every day to make a decision, or he would stay by her side and raise her together or she would go on a trip and never see her again, Frankie could not leave her alone with a child of his, and he could never sleep again knowing that there is a child of his out there and he was not brave enough to take charge.

"You're going to marry her?!?" Santi shouted and the whole bar turned to look, the guys were shocked to hear the news, that Frankie had a girlfriend now, a future wife and a future son.

"Why didn't you ever tell us?" Will was shocked but tried to stay calm.

"I never thought this would happen, I never thought of her as serious or a 'girlfriend'..."

After spending most of the night arguing with the guys, they agreed to meet Frankie's new girl, the decision was already made and nothing was going to change.

Frankie organized a lunch, he invited the boys and other relatives, Frankie's new girlfriend's name was Susan and he had also brought some relatives so everyone knew each other, apparently Susan seemed nice to everyone, and the boys liked her quite well, halfway through the lunch Frankie made a whole speech, he revealed to everyone about the pregnancy and of course the marriage proposal that Susan accepted with a huge smile.

At night Susan had stayed to sleep, since they were going to get married, that would be their new home, Frankie stayed in the living room watching movies on his TV unable to sleep, and he blamed you for that, he may have been a whole year watching Susan at night, and now he is about to get married and be a father, but he only thought about you, and he looked again and again the last messages you had sent him, you were like his nightmare and his dream at the same time, you were stuck in his head and he had no idea how to get you out, at that moment his cell phone rings.

"What's up Santi?"

"Your crazy ex-girlfriend wrote a novel and can you guess what it's about..."

"What are you talking about?"

"I sent you an email... check it out."

Frankie goes running to his computer and enters his mail, and sees it, sees your pictures with your book, for a moment he was distracted by how beautiful you looked, and then he read the information and what the book was about, and yes you could say it was a little bit about your relationship.

"She's insane...she wrote a book about you."

Frankie said nothing and cut the call short, yes you were crazy... but that's what he missed.

Three months later the wedding day arrived!... Susan wanted to do it as soon as possible so that her pregnant belly would not show in the dress she had chosen. It was three months of pure hell for Frankie, he definitely hated organizing weddings and his fiancée gave him a headache every two minutes, at night when she slept, he went to the garage to read your book, if he had bought it, and he read it, and it made him cry, it was like a different look at his relationship with you, he knew he had done things wrong but he couldn't imagine the feelings you had inside, it was as if all that hate for what he did to you had been poured into that book, he felt every single word.

"Frankie!!!!!!!"

"Frankie, where are you????"

That irritating voice brought him out of his thoughts, Susan's sister was all morning on top of Frankie every time there was a problem and it was already starting to irritate him, Frankie had told Susan he would be before the ceremony where he would do the party controlling that everything goes well, only he and his sister knew how she wanted things.

"So now what happens?" she grabs Frankie's arm and pulls him into the kitchen and points to the cake.

"See? someone stuck their hand in, look how they ruined it!!!" sure enough, it was as if someone had taken a piece of the cake off and threw it at the wall, it was white and red inside.

"They can fix it right?"

"Of course sir... and I assure you that none of my employees know what happened or had anything to do with it."

"I hope so or..."

"If it can be fixed in time that's fine, thank you..." Frankie pushed Olivia away and went to the bathroom, he splashed some water on his face and took out of his pocket his vows that he would read at the wedding, trying to forget everything and try to think only about his future, think about his future son, think about Susan, she would be his wife, his beloved, he had responsibilities now, he couldn't have you in his head 24/7 but at the end of the day it was harder to forget you.

You spent two months in Europe on vacation, the profits from your book allowed you to travel and invite your two best friends, but it was time to return, soon your classes would begin, you had no plans to continue writing, although everyone told you that you had to continue, it was just something that came to you at the moment, something you needed to put into words and you had to get out of your head, you did not expect your book to be a success, you were not interested, you just wanted to finish your medical career which was what you always wanted and move on with your life.

Forgetting Frankie was not easy but you knew it was for the best.

You got home and the phone rang.

"I don't know if it's something you want to hear but I'll die if I don't tell you this gossip" you laugh and tell Maria to continue.

"It's Frankie...he's getting married" silence...you didn't know what to say.

"You still don't say anything, you just hang up and sit on the couch, clearly that was a surprise, you still remember that letter you received from him three weeks after the release of your book, admitting that he couldn't get you out of his head, admitting that he was still seeing that girl but you were invading his mind, you didn't know how to react, you didn't know if it was true or if it was just a joke, but Frankie would never do something like that, it could be Santi? but even though they never got along well, and it was a long time since the last time they saw each other and you don't think he would waste his time doing something like that, anyway this was no help for you, you were trying to move on, so you decided to burn the letter but you never forgot it, every word was still in your mind.

Now Frankie is getting married it was definite, and it was your call to forget everything.

The wedding was perfect, well… almost perfect, Susan looked beautiful in her dress everyone looked at her with admiration and Frankie with a smile, but hos mind is tricky and it was starting to play against him, Susan wanted her wedding all in white, the decorations, flowers and specific in the invitations to wear white attire, except for Frankie who would wear a black suit.

Frankie thought it was a mistake or something but he saw you in the back with a Big smile and a red suit, weaving your hand.

"It's impossible" at that moment the photographer stood in front to take the pictures and Frankie, without realizing wanted to see you again, almost falls back but Santi holds him.

"Wake up buddy, are you ok?" Frankie blinks and when he comes back to your direction you were no longer there, Frankie apologizes in a whisper with Susan who looked at him confused, but they returned normally to the ceremony, the two gave the "yes" and Frankie said that it was something of his mind trying to fool him.

Everything remained normal at the party, until he began to see something red moving among the people, a silhouette with a red suit and hat, Frankie blinks thinking if it was again his imagination, and saw the other people who did not notice anything strange, a person dressed in red among all in white draws attention but no one says anything, until he sees you again, he sees you with a tray with glasses and you are offering him a Susan who accepts delighted, Frankie sees how you look at him and you give him a smile and wink and then disappear among the people, Frankie goes to where Susan is.

"Who was that?"

"What?"

"Who gave you the drink, who was it?" Susan laughs with her friends around her.

"Who else could it be... one of the waiters of course" Frankie frowns and looks around looking for you.

"Well! a jealous husband, I love it!" Susan walks over and kisses him, Frankie smiles at her trying to disguise it.

Time for the toast and speeches! Santi looks at him funny but Frankie tells him it's ok, they all sit down and Santi starts his speech for the bride and groom, telling jokes and anecdotes, everything seems normal, Frankie starts to relax a little more, no more surprises.

"Just stop thinking about her, it's your past" Frankie said to himself.

Now it was Susan's sister's turn, everything was going well until....

"And how could I forget that night when I found you in the bar with her..." Frankie felt his heart beat faster than normal, it was your voice... he looked up and you were there, dressed in red with the microphone in hand, talking and laughing, but he looks at everybody and nobody is surprised, they are all laughing, Frankie looks at Susan and she is laughing and with a big smile, he looks at Santi and the guys and they are the same way, only Frankie looked scared as if he had seen a ghost.

"Well that night was the night, I knew right then that they were meant for each other and they would end up here..." Frankie watches as they all say at the same time an "awww".

"So I kicked Frankie's ass and kicked him out of my house" and everyone started laughing.

"It's true I was there" he hears Santi say in between laughing with Benny.

Frankie blinks a couple of times and looks back but you are gone, it was Olivia talking and everyone listening intently.

"Frankie looks at Susan and he nods kissing her cheek, the speeches were over and Frankie's hands were sweating and he felt like he wanted to rip off the stupid suit he had on.

All this seemed like a bad joke from his mind, Frankie decides to distract himself a little, he talks to the guests, some of Susan's relatives, an hour goes by and nothing weird happens, that relieves him a little, but while talking to one of his cousins he looks up and.... He sees you again, you had a red dress and you were sitting at one of the tables with some girls who were eating cake and laughing with you, making jokes and suddenly you look at him and wink at him showing your middle finger, Frankie stops talking and goes to where you were but another photographer gets in front of him and takes a picture with a flash.

"Hey watch out!" but when Frankie looks again you are no longer there, there are only the girls alone laughing and talking to each other.

"Frankie, are you ok?" Santi touches his shoulder but he doesn't answer her, at that moment Susan approaches.

"Frankie tries to forget everything and decides to go dancing, maybe dancing with his wife and concentrating on her would help.

She starts dancing normally, Frankie turns Susan around and suddenly the lights turn red and when Susan goes back into Frankie's arms it was you.

"You?" you smile at her and turn again, the lights turn back to white and Susan is back and smiling at Frankie, he didn't understand the situation, he looks around and everything is still normal people looking at them with their faces full of love watching two newlyweds dancing in love, but Susan turns again and the lights change and you appear again.

"What's going on? what are you doing here?" you smile at him again and turn around but Frankie grabs your waist fast so you don't leave, your back bumps against his chest and you look up at him from below with a half smile, Frankie could smell your perfume as if you were real.

"I don't know Frankie, you have your wife here dancing and all you can think about is me?" you laugh and the lights come back on and Susan appears again, Frankie's heart is pounding and his confused face is evident.

"Wow honey, I thought you didn't know how to dance but... you surprised me." the music changed to a slower one, Frankie was still a little confused, Susan takes your hand and spins around, the light changes back to red and you reappear.

"You're not getting away this time" Frankie grabs your waist and pulls you closer, he looks around to see the other people.

"They don't see me Frankie, it's you" he looks at you and you move closer to give him a kiss on the cheek, Frankie couldn't believe how real you felt, he couldn't believe this was part of his imagination.

"Why are you torturing me like this?" you smile at him and slowly pull away.

"I told you Frankie...it's you" he doesn't want to let go of your hand but finally he does and watches you walk away, suddenly the lights change and he feels Susan's hand.

"That dance was beautiful Frankie... I love you! I love you" she comes closer to him and kisses him and everybody clap excitedly, other couples come to the middle so they can dance too, Santi notices that Frankie stood still without doing anything.

"Dude... let's go to the bathroom" Santi takes Frankie's arm who is still a little bit confused and takes him out of the crowd.

"She's here Pope... I see her everywhere."

"Who? what are you talking about?" Frankie sighs frustrated and opens one of the faucets to throw water on his face.

"Come on Frankie... not again... not her."

"Why now Santi? it had to be just this day?

"Frankie, listen to me... she's not here, it's impossible, here's your family everyone knows her, if they had seen her we would know..... Benny would have seen her..." Frankie shakes his head and starts walking in circles, until Santi comes up with an idea.

"Come on, let's go to my car."

"What? What are you talking about... we can't leave..."

"Calm down you go to my car I'll make up a silly excuse with Susan ok? go!"

The two are silent in the car, Frankie doesn't know where Santi is going.

"Where are we going?" Santi parks near a restaurant.

"She's here..." Frankie looks at the restaurant confused.

"How do you know?"

Santi pulls a cell phone out of his pocket, it was Benny's "little Miller is the only one who follows her on Instagram and in his pictures an hour ago he showed she was here"

"How did you get his...?" the two get out of the car and walk and go towards the restaurant.

"Benny is drunk fucking someone in some corner...I don't think he'll notice" Frankie sighs and sees Santi occupying the cell phone but still doesn't understand what they were doing there.

"Alright... I texted him as if he was drunk Benny so I'm sure he'll be out in a moment."

"What?! You want me to talk to her? Are you crazy?!"

"It's the only way to fix this! you have to face it Frankie come on! we're adults here!"

Frankie starts to hesitate and her palms are sweating, the thought of talking to you again didn't seem like a good idea.

"No, I won't do it I'm sorry" the restaurant was next to a dark alley and Frankie is hiding behind some trash cans.

"Are you serious Frankie? come on, don't leave me here alone...this is your problem..." Santi doesn't finish the sentence because he hears a mocking laugh behind him, it was you, he would recognize you from miles away, Santi turns around and sees you standing a few steps away from him, you had a smile on your face but confused, and Santi wouldn't admit it out loud but you looked beautiful.

You were a bit confused, you were with your friends having dinner and drinking and suddenly you get a message from Benny, he was outside the restaurant and he needed your help because he was a bit drunk, it was a bit weird but Benny was always good to you and he was a good friend in the past, so you decided to go out to see the situation, but what you found outside was very different to what you imagined, it was Santi talking in front of one of the trash cans and you had a white color suit that when you saw it you couldn't help laughing.

"That damn mocking laugh, I could recognize it anywhere."

"I... I'm sorry it's just that white suit... it looks... good on you."

"Yeah yeah... I really don't know why so much laughter, all the girls were behind me" you roll your eyes and turn to leave.

"Even when you're not with Frankie you're still a problem" you turn around and with eyes wide with surprise you stand in front of him again.

"Excuse me...I haven't seen Frankie in almost a year and I'm here with my friends having dinner quietly and peacefully without bothering anyone...are you the one who comes here to...what do you come here for by the way?"

"I came here because... Frankie saw you at his wedding... several times and I wanted to make sure it's not like that" you frown and think how that could be possible, but clearly it was impossible, you were in another city all day when you arrived it was already night and with your friends came directly to the restaurant, but what did not surprise you was that they would treat you as crazy capable of invading the wedding of your ex.

"Look... if your friend does drugs right on the most important day and has hallucinations that's not my problem... now go away and don't bother me."

Santiago was already tired and the truth was that he didn't know what was the purpose of coming here with Frankie either.

"why do you hate me so much Santiago?" you say as you walk towards him again, Santi doesn't know what to say.

"You didn't like me being with Frankie?"

"I don't care at all who Frankie hangs out with."

"Are you in love with him?" Santi laughs and denies turning around to leave.

"Or are you in love with me?" suddenly he freezes and there is a silence between the two of them. The silence becomes long and uncomfortable, He turns around and you both stare at each other, suddenly you blink when you hear a noise from the garbage cans and you turn your gaze to Santi and just laugh.

"God this is ridiculous" you want to turn around to leave but Santi was still looking at you with a serious expression and you get closer to talk.

"Why do you have to come here to bother me? go back to the wedding, fall in love with a pretty bridesmaid and fuck in the bathroom as the beginning of a nice love story, make her come like a good gentleman and… that's it, goodnight and goodbye" he just look at you wanting to say something, you slowly approach him and you can feel each other's breath.

"The last part is a little hard for you... it's ok if you can't" you turn around with a smile, Santi walks towards you furious and grabs your wrist.

And it's your face close to him

"You are the most hateful person I've ever met in my life... there's no doubt why Frankie left you" you smile at him and lean close to his ear to whisper

"Have a nice night sweetie" and you give him a kiss on the cheek, he lets go of your wrist and you walk back inside the restaurant.

Santi stares at you until you enter, Frankie comes out almost falling down and cleaning his pants.

"Sorry for the noise, my cell phone rang and I panicked that she would hear... it was Susan, we have to go."

"Yeah we better go" Santi walks to the car but Frankie grabs his arm.

"Wait... what was that all about?.. why did she say.. if you were in love with her" Santi was a little nervous and walked back to the car

"Come on man, you know she's.. crazy, did you hear the rest?"

"No, I told you Susan called"

The two get into the car and Santi drives to the party again, as fast as he can.

"Well... clearly I told her no.. I don't like psychotic girls dude.. and.."

"Anyway.. what was the purpose of coming here anyway?"

"Clearly for you to talk to her, you're the one who has to clear things up so you'd stop these hallucinations.. but you shit your pants."

Frankie laughs, although he still found the question you asked Santi strange, and he knew he was nervous when I asked him, but he knew if he kept going on about it he would go crazy and it would never end.

They went back to the party, Susan jumped into Frankie's arms and took him to continue dancing, Benny was desperate because he thought he lost his cell phone but Santi lied to him and told him that he found it in the bathroom and deleted the messages with you. The party continued and Frankie didn't see you again.

You had no thought this morning when you got up and got in your car to do your shopping that you would come back to the same thing again, you were distracted with your cell phone and your cart in your hand in the parking lot until someone taps you on the shoulder and you turn around.

"Hi."

Frankie again, you were surprised to see him, you were more surprised that he came to talk to you, it was only 5 but he did look changed, you remember when all he wore were those plaid shirts with jeans, now he has a white t-shirt, brown jacket and was wearing a cap and had the same beard with spaces as always.

"Frankie... hi" there was silence after that, neither you nor Frankie knew what to say.

"You... you look good."

"Thanks... you too"

Frankie laughs "no... I'm getting older".

"Well... I guess we both are, aren't we?" He smiles and nods, and again a silence.

"Hey I.. I have to admit I saw several pictures of your daughter on Benny's Instagram.. she's adorable" that makes Frankie's heart burst and he smiles.

"Yeah.. thanks she's the most adorable thing in the world."

"Well I.. I have to buy some things and I don't want to take up your time so.. bye" you start to walk but Frankie graciously takes your arm to make you stop.

"Sorry I.. maybe we could sometime.. go for a coffee and.. talk?"

"I.. I don't know, I don't want to make trouble with.."

"I'm divorced, and you will never be a problem" you don't want to look him in the eye and you didn't know what to do.

"Yeah, I... let me think about it yeah?" Frankie nods with a smile and you walk away again until you hear his voice calling you again and you turn around.

"That night of my wedding when Santi came to talk to you... I was there listening."

"I know Frankie"

"You knew?"

"I heard your voice whispering curses that night" he laughs

"I'm sorry, we didn't mean to come and bother you".

"It's okay Frankie...the truth is...I was even happier to know that night that you were still thinking about me."

Frankie smiles at you and watches you walk away.

"It wasn't just that night anyway..."

#frankie morales x reader #frankie x reader #frankie catfish morales #fanfic #triple frontier #francisco morales x reader #frankie baby #frankie morales fanfic #frankie morales x you #pedro pascal #santiago pope garcia #benny miller #will miller #santiago garcia

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itlivesproject · 2 years

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Hi! I only recently downloaded ILW and love it so far. I have a bunch of questions, and hopefully I'm not spamming you guys too much.

First, massive props for making Joss so likeable that I'm actually romancing her in several playthroughs (not all because Amalia is too amazing, and I'm a sucker for a good BFFs to Lovers story. And yes, I'm creating several playthroughs with multiple setups; my main one is the one based on what actually happened when I played ILITW and ILB. Then there's the 'ideal' playthrough where Parker stayed, and neither MC was romancing anyone (I originally romanced Ava) so I can guilt-free set up a romance between ILITW MC and Noah, now another one where it's ILITW MC and Dan, some where MC sacrificed herself, one where Noah actually killed her, some where both the gangs except MCs survived or where everyone other than MC died, and the absolute worst possible setup where everyone who can die, or in Parker's case leave, died. Most are barely started, but you've got me seriously invested in the story, ILW is that good), and making me genuinely enjoy Connor as a character when he bored me in ILITW. Amazing work right there.

Speaking of Joss, I (and I know others in the fandom do so as well) have been wondering, is she on the autism spectrum? That line about her taking some things too literally or something a few chapters ago, I don't remember the exact wording, but it struck me.

So ILB MC vanished, huh. I was hoping we might interact more with that side of the anthology soon, since ILITW has been dominating the story with only one throw-away mention of Tom until then in my main playthrough. Might be Andy romancers had more, but it was Ava for me so idk. I'm definitely excited for whatever you have in store for us in that regard. Does it have anything to do with Annie's sudden reappearance in ILW MC's life 👀?

How many chapters are projected for ILW, by the way? We're at number 9 now, so around halfway, less or more than that?

Also, I keep hearing something about a hiatus, and when exactly does it start, next week? (That would be just my timing, lol. I finally download ILW, and it goes on break immediately after.) Do you have any idea how long it might last, if I may ask?

Basically ILW has really captivated me, you guys are doing amazing, I'm looking forward to all the coming plot twists and branches (which I'm exploring with my different playthroughs as much as I can) and can't wait for whenever the next chapter drops. I probably forgot a bunch of questions I was going to ask, but this ask is already a mile long so I hope I didn't bother all of you too much. Thanks for this project, it really captures the spirit of the IL series in a way I didn't think was possible to replicate. I can tell it was made by real fans, and that's awesome, and for answering these rambling questions!

I love all the different setups you have! 😍😍

So we haven’t explicitly stated if she is on the spectrum but it is an absolutely valid interpretation that I support!

ILW is slated to be a whopping 23 chapters. You can find our progress tracker in our pinned post!

The hiatus will be after chapter 11 airs on July 2, so you have two more chapters before the break 🥲 the length will be a few months at the least but there is no finalized time frame. Basically we just need to finish writing/editing/programming the rest of the chapters so however long that takes 🤷‍♀️

Thanks for sending this in and for all your kind words and support! We value it so so much 🥰 can’t wait to share more of the game with you!

#ask #decadelongsummer #mod win

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official-anxiety · 2 years

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[taking place after the book, when Lister has fully recovered.]

After months of silent treatment that Rowan has given to Lister, Rowan finally decides that maybe it was a bit too harsh to continue on with this.

Rowan looks up from his bed, after all, signing the new contract took a heavy blow to his sleep schedule. Luckily, Lister decided to lay low on the parties and was only going to have them once every two months.

Jimmy continues to go to his grandfather's house whenever they have days off, which makes Jimmy more relieved to be away from all the chaotic nonsense of popularity.

Tonight was one of those days off, with Jimmy gone, only Lister and Rowan were in the house. Rowan just layed in bed, unable to decide whether he should go talk to Lister. And Lister, who is sitting on the edge of his bed, still thinking over the regretful things in his life.

He turned over in his bed, wanting to apologize to the other male for treating him a bit too harshly. He knew that Lister would probably get all mad over how upset he was at him, but he never knows until he tries.

Slowly he lifts up the blanket from his body, sits up steadily and waits for a moment. He stands up and walks out of his room, and to the main space that connects all their rooms together. He walks over to the right, where Lister's room is and stands in front of the door.

He raises his hand up slowly and knocks twice. Hearing a small gasp as he did so. He heard Lister saying that he'll be there in a minute. Soon enough, Lister opens the door with wide arms.

"Heyyy there Ji-" he stops halfway, before realizing that it was Rowan at the door and not Jimmy. "W-well, what brings you here?"

Rowan noticed the difference in the shorter male's tone. When he thought it was Jimmy, the tone was calm and carefree. Now, it sounds quite unstable.

"I need to talk to you, can I come in?" He glances inside Lister's room, which seems to be tidy. Rowan wasn't expecting such a tidy room, it's almost as if someone responsible possessed Lister to give his room a 'little' clean up.

"Yeah, yeahyeah. Uh, come in!" the other replies quickly, then opens to door wider to let Rowan come through.

Both idols were now sitting across from eachother on Lister's bed. The air seemed so heavy and clouded around them, even though the air conditioning was on.

"Sooo ... what's so important that you needed to tell me?" Lister questioned, he wasn't used to Rowan coming to tell him directly. Usually it was Jimmy telling him was Rowan wanted to tell him.

"Well," Rowan spoke softly, taking a deep breath. He didn't know what was making him so nervous to apologize, maybe he didn't want to outcome to be even worse than before. "I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry for treating you so harshly even when you still apologized. It was really immature of me and I hope you forgive me."

Rowan looks down, not wanting to see what emotion would appear in Lister's eyes. All of a sudden, he hears a small sniffle. He looks up with wide eyes to see small wet drops of tears fall onto the collar of Lister's turtleneck.

He looked up to his face, seeing Lister with wide eyes, filled to the brim with tears. Once he notices that Rowan was looking, he swiftly turned his head to the right, rubbing his eyes to dry the moisture.

"Lister, a-are you okay?" Rowan panicked, unsure what to do since this is the first time he's seen his usually cheerful friend in a state like this.

"Mhm .. I'm okay. It's just that, y'know, I really missed being able to talk to you directly." He curved his lips upwards, to form a small smile.

Rowan felt his heart take a hit, he never knew Lister would be so affected by his silent treatment. He thought that he'd be used to it already, but Lister's slightly puffy eyes said otherwise.

Rowan, being unsure, brought Lister to a hesitant hug. The shorter male was suprised, but hugged back as this probably his only chance of hugging Rowan.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-"

"Shhh, there's nothing to be sorry about, Lister. I should be the one saying sorry." Rowan soothingly cooed into Lister's ear, rubbing circles across his back as the other cried uncontrolably into Rowan's neck.

They hug for a while, as Jimmy looks at them from the door. Apparently he has come back from his grandfather's place to make sure they weren't fighting, but now he has nothing to worry about. But of course, he couldn't leave without taking a picture or two of Rowan and Lister.

Jimmy wasn't much of a shipper, but he was now definitely a sucker when it came to shipping Rowan and Lister. Of course, someone has to take over Lister's job for him while he's on break. He definitely won't post any pictures though, as he already knew what happened last time.

#oneshot #lister bird #rowan omondi #jimmy kaga ricci #alice oseman #ship fic??#I am a sucker for those two #pls can I marry Lister #I wanna continue this #should I continue?

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artdecosupernova-writing · 1 year

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Fictober '19 Prompt No. 19 — "Yes, I admit it, you were right."

Category: Fanfic Fandom: Tales From the Borderlands Rating: T Timeline: an AU sometime before the beginning of the game CW: spoilers and strangulation because it's kinda par for the course y'know Word Count: 893 Additional Notes: this was my first piece of fanfic in QUITE a long time. probably like...five or six years? I'm so rusty 😩

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"Oh, perfect."

The cubicle gremlin walking far too close behind Rhys for no other reason than being a cubicle gremlin unaware of his surroundings didn't anticipate him stopping abruptly, causing him to smack into his CEO from behind. Rhys, who had gone rigid with terror enough to root him to the floor, barely noticed as his employee ricocheted back into a potted plant and knocked dirt all across the hallway.

Rhys spun around, not to make sure the guy was alright—because at that moment he didn't even know he existed, let alone the custodian loudly cursing him out from the corner—but to make sure what he'd heard had not actually been spoken and that he'd only imagined it had been spoken in the voice he'd had nightmares about for the last two years.

"Mm," the voice said again. "You're not gonna find me over there, cupcake. A little to your left. No, more. A liiiittle more…ha, nah I'm just fuckin' with you. I kinda like the coziness of your cybernetics. Feels like a lil' house for me."

Rhys broke into a cold sweat, unsure of what to do. He realized then that his right hand had clenched into a shiny metal fist without his knowledge.

"…I have a tendency to burn down houses, in case you've forgotten."

The robot arm shot up and its powerful hand closed around Rhys' throat, shoving him violently into the wall, pinning him with a titanium grip. Another hand materialized around the wrist, not at all blue and noncorporeal like he'd expected, but flesh and blood, white-knuckled, holding so tight with unprecedented strength that when Rhys attempted to fight back, the arm sparked and whirred in protest.

"Tell your little peons," Jack growled in his ear, signature masked face fading into Rhys' peripheral, "that Daddy's fine. Nothin' to see here."

Rhys, bug-eyed for several reasons all at once and in desperate need of air and circulation to his brain, glanced at the small crowd gathered near the end of the hall. They stared at him, alarmed.

"I'm…f-fine," Rhys managed to eke out. "N-nobody…come help me…or…a-anything..."

"We've got a lot to chat about, Rhysie baby," Jack said. "So move along to your dinky office like a good boy and I'll pretend you didn't just try to subtly hint that you're in dire need of rescuing. Not that it matters," he added with a smarmy chuckle. "To them, it looks like you're just having one of your run-of-the-mill mental breakdowns. Real cute, kinda disconcerting for the CEO of a major corporation."

Rhys looked him right in the eye. "Wh-why…should I…do anything you s-say…?"

"That's just…not a smart question. Possibly the dumbest question ever asked in the history of the universe. You are strangling yourself. I am making you strangle yourself. You wanna be defiant? Sure, I got no problem ending your miserable life right here."

"You're not…real..."

Jack's smile widened until it stretched across almost his entire face and he leered at Rhys with a predatory gleam in his eye. "I don't think I need to be, do I?"

Rhys slumped into the plush fabric of his office chair minutes later, throat already badly bruised as well as his ego. He held a glass of ice from his minibar up to his pulse point and watched Handsome Jack do a slow spin in the middle of the room, nodding in approval at select pieces of decoration.

"Yeah, I'll admit it," Rhys croaked, "you were right."

"You're gonna have to be more specific."

Rhys cast his gaze to a point over Jack's head—one of the three oversized gaudy-as-hell chandeliers that came halfway down from the ceiling. "We're not so different. You're right."

"Yeah, I'm really just here to get a hold of your business and ruin your life, so if you could save the platitudes and shove 'em right up your scrawny ass, that'd be great."

"You're not gonna succeed, Jack. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that."

"Here's the thing," Jack said, taking his sweet time to make his way over to the desk. "I'm not in your cybernetics. There's no way I could be."

Rhys rolled his eyes. "Right, after the 'cozy little cybernetic house' comment I'm supposed to believe—"

"This is all your brain. I can't tell if you snapped after Pandora or somethin' miswired or if you just…were so obsessed with me that you long for my presence and infinite wisdom—"

"Gag me."

"Oh, we'll get to that later—but I'm not in your eyeball anymore. I'm right…up here." He jabbed a finger at Rhys' forehead and he felt it; sank back in his seat at the unexpected contact, eyes wide. "Or am I? Who's to say I'm not real? Will you ever truly know?"

Rhys, still shellshocked about being able to feel the finger on his skull, dropped his glass of ice and shot his chair back so fast it toppled over with him on it. "No…no, you're not real. This is…this is a very elaborate prank. I…I'm in a nightmare. I gotta wake myself up..."

Jack perched himself on the desk, propped his feet up on the overturned chair, linked his hands behind his head. "Wakey, wakey! Rise and shine and smell the roses covered in skag shit, sweetheart, 'cause I'm here, and you're not gettin' rid of me this time."

#fp1 #fanfic #repost #to be fair I just haven't been interested in writing fanfic since the last time I wrote actual fic #bar the couple of times I did it for fictobers

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 07 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.6 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Billy did threw the keychain away when he got home. It was on the trash can he has in his bedroom, beside the desk. It remained there, among a few school papers for half an hour before he took it again.

It went right back to it's previous place at the nightstand.

Billy is deliberately skipping class. It's the fourth day now, and he doesn't feel like he'll be returning tomorrow.

He leaves everyday at the same time he would for school, and returns after. But he drives to lonely places where he thinks he can run away from his own mind. But it is everywhere he goes.

She is everywhere he goes.

Billy Hargrove did considered going back to his old ways. He even managed to make his way to the phone, ready to call Stacy again. But when he picked up the phone, he caught himself halfway through her number. The number that belongs to the girl he can't stop thinking about. To the girl he can't ruin. Whose life he can't destroy.

She's too good for him, and he knows that. An angel, as stupid as it may sound coming from a asshole like him. Because that's what Billy thinks he is. He'd live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve (Y/N). Her smile, her laughter, her blushing cheeks. Her amazing, sweet scent, that shine in her eyes when she looks at him.

What does that even mean?

Billy is looking at Hawkins, parked on this cliff. (Y/N) would like it, and he wonders if she ever came here. Probably not, since the only people who know this place are those who come here for a hook up. There are a lot of places Billy would like to show her, some of them would take an hour drive through the woods, but it's worth it. He found them soon after getting into town, because he couldn't handle to stay still, so he drove. Pretty much as he's doing now, constantly running away from something that's inside of him.

Sighing, he pushes the car door close. At this time, he should be leaving school, going to her place as always. Today they'd go over the Biology class, if he's not mistaken. (Y/N) loves it, mostly when it's about animals. She loves birds. She didn't had to tell him that, he got it from the way she smiled as the teacher spoke.

These little things, the small details, as silly as they may be, are making him fall harder.

But he can't.

Well, he can.

But not her. Billy knows who he was. Or who he still is. So he knows what people will say about her. They'll call (Y/N) mean names, say she's just another of his sluts. And that's something he can't do, not to her.

But despite knowing this is the right thing to do, it hurts. It hurts that he has to step away from her, for good this time. Billy doesn't know how he'll live from now on without their daily meetings. Without her soft voice, her sweet scent inebriating him every damn time.

He has it bad.

It's only worse because he remembers it clearly, that day at that stupid parlor, how she said they could try. They could wait and see what happens.

That was a chance. A small one, that probably would lead to nothing, but still, a chance. Something he never thought he'd get. Not with (Y/N). But now, he won't even try anymore.

This might be love, he thinks. Putting someone else's well being before his own.

It's a hard thing to acknowledge, but when it's real, there's no way to run from it.

Sighing, Billy starts the car, putting the daisy keychain on the passenger seat. For a moment he sees her image, looking at him and smiling. On the next second, it's gone.

With a weight on his chest, he maneuvers the car, heading back to the hell on Earth he calls home.

“I don't know, Nan. He just... He disappeared. Like smoke in the air and I don't know why.” Sitting shotgun in Nancy's car, you let your heart out. Billy didn't show up at school last week, and not today either. It's been five days already, and he doesn't even answer your calls.

“You know Billy Hargrove, (Y/N). I'm not impressed with this sudden change and neither should you.”

“No, Nan...” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “Trust me, Billy... He's not like that. Not with me at least and I know what you'll say. That he lies to get girls but... I've seen how he treats them and so have you. He... He never yelled at me, or called me bad names, he...” You're defending him. The idiot fled with no explanation and still, you're defending him.

“(Y/N), I trust your judgment.” She stops by your place, turning her body towards you. “If what you're saying it true, go after him.”

“I–”

“Look, I get that you don't want to talk about it because you're scared of having feelings for the bad boy, and I'll wait until you're ready, but honestly, I think you know what you feel.”

Looking down at your hands, you blush. “I really like to be around him, Nancy.” Your voice is low and weak, as you admit it to her and to yourself at the same time. “And I miss him.”

“Don't call him, then. Go after him.” She touches your shoulder, smiling. “...Just don't let Steve know Billy is making you sad because you know he'll freak out.”

“God, no!” Giggling, you reach for your bag on the backseat. Steve looks out for you, even now, and it's good to know he has your back. But you definitely don't need the two guys having a fight over some misunderstanding. “Tell him I'm fine. Because I am. I'll... I'll fix things. And if Billy does want to stay away from me for whatever reason... I'll be alright.”

“Good luck and call me if you need anything.”

“I will. Thank you, Nan.” Giving her a hug, you step out of the car, heading inside. “Mom! I'm home!”

“Hi, darling!” She shouts from upstairs. Taking the chance, you run to the phone, quickly dialing Billy's number. It's not the first time you call, and whenever he picks up, you say ‘hello’ and the call is cut. It breaks your heart every time.

“Who's this?” A female voice answers, slightly pissed.

Relieved, you breathe out. “Hi, Max. It's (Y/N).”

“AKA the reason why the shitface has been locked in his bedroom like a jerk.” She speaks fast, and you furrow your eyebrows and giggle. “I think Billy is in love with you or something.”

“What?” Max says as if it's no big deal, as if she didn't made your heart start beating insanely fast, neck and cheeks heating up. “I-I don't think–”

“Billy never gets upset over a girl so...” Her voice fades, and you hear something in the back, wondering if it's Billy. “He has your keychain, by the way. A daisy flower.”

“Keychain?” You don't remember any keychains, so you just sigh, pacing around. “Max, can you do me a favor? I'm going there so don't let Billy go anywhere. And when I ring the door bell, let him answer it, please.”

“Alright. But don't take too long. Neil will be back around eight.”

“I'm going now. Thanks.” And you hang up, heading to the front door. “Mom, I'm going to get Billy!”

“Alright!” Good thing she doens't ask much questions, God bless her for that.

You try not to drive too fast, and you try to tell yourself this is no big deal. But you don't know what will happen. Preparing yourself for a heartbreak sounds good, so you decide to expect the worse.

So when you're parking on the sidewalk in front of Bill'y house, you know what you'll do. You'll put a finger on his face and ask what the hell he's thinking skipping class like that.

When you reach the front door, you realize you've never been here. Well, Billy did dropped his sister a few times before driving back to your place. And then, you're whole act drops. “Damn it.” Pressing the door bell, you wonder if you'd have enough time to just run back to the car and leave. There's a discussion inside the house, with Billy telling Max to get the door, and she refusing. You would have time to run, but you decide to be brave. So you stand your ground, pressing the bell again.

“Damn you, Maxine.” Billy groans, and on the next second the door is violently pulled open.

You freeze, watching as Billy's face drops. “Hi.” You mutter, looking down at your hands, blushing. You shouldn't be here. This is stupid. Whatever Billy said at Scoops Ahoy, it's over. But still, you want to try. To break through him, even if it means you'll be pushed further away. “C-can we talk?”

There's silence, several seconds of silence. And you curse yourself. Billy would never like you. He's the bad boy Nancy warns you about, that girls like you should avoid. Biting your lip, you feel your throat burning, tears wanting to make their way to your eyes.

“Nevermind, I shouldn't have come.” Pushing the words out, you turn on your heels to leave. But Billy grabs your arm, forcing you to stop. “Let go.” You beg, looking back at him. Your heart is breaking and you don't even know why. You just need to be away from Billy right now, and from all these feelings boiling inside you.

“No, please, just... Don't go.” His grip gets loose, and his hand slides from your forearm to your hand, and he holds it, pulling you inside. “Come in.”

Taking a deep breath, you weakly nod, letting him pull you into the house.

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sylverstorms · 3 years

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Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 6

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5

It becomes a sort of evening ritual between the two of you, waking Cassandra up at sunset.

You're always cautious with your movements and how much light you allow in from the hallway as you enter her lavish bedroom, but the cold fear that used to grip at your chest is no longer there.

Measured steps take you to the edge of her bed.

Cassandra usually sleeps on her side, yet today she's on her front, firm back and creamy thigh tantalizingly on display against satin crimson sheets. Her pretty face is turned halfway into her pillow, a river of rich brown waves falling behind her ear and over one shoulder.

The sight makes you stop and stare for a moment. A strange feeling —accomplishment?— swells within your chest at the thought you know just how smooth and sensitive that skin is.

Then you shake your head at yourself. Pull it together. It's one thing to accept you're in a mutually beneficial arrangement with a killer —you remain intact, she scratches an itch, both of you share the pleasure as a means of escape or passing the time— but it is entirely another to be proud of it.

She's nothing of yours. Not your lover, certainly not your girl. That would imply you stand on equal ground which you most certainly do not. You're exactly what she calls you;

A plaything.

The question is, inside your head, what do you call her?

"My lady." you say, keeping your voice low. She doesn't stir but somehow you know she's awake.

"Either wake me up nicely or don't wake me at all." the words come semi-muffled against her pillow. "If I wanted to hear 'my lady' I'd have another maid come."

Well. She does seem to enjoy when you take some creative liberties. So you lean forward and press your lips just over her knee, then move a tad higher on her thigh, then kiss the veins visible on her hand.

Cassandra's mouth slowly pulls into a pleased smile as she turns onto her side. Her fingers then curl on the neckline of your shirt and tug you forward, into a quick little kiss that ends with a nibble on your tongue.

You always get anxious when she does that —it's probably why she does it in the first place— that you'll end up with a piece missing, but so far you haven't even been cut. And if you're honest with yourself, which you're not, but if you were... the thrill is a turn on.

Cassandra licks her lips and scoots back, patting the spot she just vacated on the queen-sized mattress. You look at her, confused. Surely she isn't suggesting...

"Come, now. I don't bite." A devilish smirk curls her mouth while she tells probably the biggest lie of the year. "Keep me company until dinner."

You climb onto her bed like it's a freaking minefield. As carefully as you lower yourself onto the crimson sheets, however, the bruises across your sides still protest. You subtly suck in air through your teeth.

Cassandra's fingers slide over to you, to the exposed part of your waist from where your shirt has risen up. There's a visible patch of purple there that she traces —the coolness of her skin is so soothing— until she presses into it. The brief flare of pain makes you gasp. She giggles.

"You make such nice expressions to pain." she says, as though tempted to draw more from you.

"I've been told my pleasured ones are better." you reply quickly.

Cassandra chuckles. "Is that so?" Her yellowish eyes are gleaming with amusement as she pushes you onto your back and straddles you.

The sight is enough to steal your breath away. The sinful black of her underwear peeks through the royal red of the sheets tangled around her waist, all a wonderful antithesis with her incredibly pale skin.

You want to touch. But then you may lose your hands, so you lock your muscles down and wait for her move.

Cassandra slowly trails a slender finger up your neck, all the way to the underside of your bottom lip. "...yeah, they're good too." she breathes, although you've almost forgotten what you were talking about.

"Can't hold a candle to yours." you whisper back. At this point, you're not really capable of rational thought.

You loathe the effect she has on you. How everything she's done can just be bypassed in your head whenever she gets like this with you.

Cassandra's mouth twists into a near coy little smile. "I'll take your word for it." she says. "There hasn't been anyone else to see them, so."

Wait. Your mind stutters to a halt. Wait. What?

According to rumor, the Dimitrescus have been around for over one hundred years. From what you've seen in the castle, probably longer. And you... you're her first?

"Cat got your tongue?" she giggles again, taking your chin between two long fingers. "I think I may like surprise on you best."

You want to ask if nobody's ever interested her before, but you're afraid to overstep. Cassandra seems to know, though and has no problems answering your unasked question;

"The first few dozen years after the mutations were... very bad. The hunger and thirst were enough to drive one mad. Didn't leave much room for anything else." she explains. "And humans in general are only attractive to me chained up and bled out."

Something inside you recoils at how casually she says it. Like she's simply commenting on the weather.

"But you... you have a little spark that I like." She smirks down at you.

"What about before?" you ask.

"Hm?"

"You said after the mutations. What about before?"

Cassandra's smile gets swallowed up by the abyss so quickly you wonder if you imagined it there. Tension builds at her temples and her eyes take on an icy quality that feels like it extinguishes all warmth in the room.

"There is no before."

You've never heard her voice like that. You hope you never will again, either.

The conversation drifts to lighter subjects, then. She asks you about the world beyond the village and you share what you remember from your childhood, until it is time to escort her to dinner.

But even as she eats and talks with her family, even when she leaves with her mother and sisters and you're left alone, to clean after bloody plates with the other maids, you can't shake off that look in her eyes when you dared ask about her life pre-mutations.

The more you linger on it... there's only one word that comes to mind as an accurate description.

Haunted.

Deep in your slumber, you hear the telltale buzzing of flies.

Something winged flutters against your cheek, but you merely stir. It prods at your jaw and you grunt. Leave me alone, you want to protest, brain muddled with sleep still.

Until.

A nip that cuts a thin line on your jaw has you springing upright in bed. "Agh!" Your hand flies to the wound, eyes wide.

A familiar form materializes out of an insect swarm, right in front of you. Cassandra grabs at your hand before you can start flailing and panicking any harder than you already are. Your lungs empty of hair in the milliseconds it takes you to realize she's not here to kill you.

Probably.

"Calm down." she says it like you're overreacting.

You try to take a deep, relaxing breath, but she leans forward in the meantime, running the tip of her tongue over the fresh cut on you. So much for oxygen. She even hums against your neck. Despite the sting, your stomach flutters.

Cassandra pulls back, licking her lip. "There. All better now?"

No. Your heart is trying to jump out of your chest. Has she never heard of knocking? For the love of everything Holy out there, it's the middle of the night.

"W-what are you doing here?" you ask.

A dramatic huff escapes her. "I'm bored."

Ah, yes, that makes a lot of sense. You spare a moment to wonder what your life has come to, then accept lack of proper rest and sit back against your pillows. Cassandra takes it as an invitation to push off her hood and plant herself next to you.

"Do you... want to go for a walk outside?" you suggest, uncertain.

Her eyes light up like a Christmas tree for a moment. Then she seems to remember something that dims the glow. "Ugh. Can't. It's way too cold tonight."

That... shouldn't be and issue for her, should it? It makes you wonder.

"Well, if I stay here I'm going to fall asleep." you sheepishly admit.

Cassandra's gaze darkens as she runs her fingertips down the taut skin of your bare middle, leaning over you like a lioness cornering her prey.

"I don't mind biting you awake if you do."

You want to say that you mind, yet her lips are on top if yours, smooth, tasting of strawberry lipbalm and that's the end of that conversation.

"But I am willing to cut you a deal." A manicured nail presses a bit at the middle of your chest. "Put that smart tongue of yours to good use and I'll let you get your sleep."

So spoiled and so demanding, you think. But then, looking at her face this close up... So beautiful.

You forget all about sleep for the next half hour or so as you focus solely on Cassandra, your bedroom filling with her quiet sighs and moans.

True to her word, she does ease back when she's satisfied and you're so tired your eyes start drooping before you've even lowered your head to your pillow.

She doesn't move to leave though... and you find that you don't mind.

When you drift off to sleep this time, your last thought is that the gentle chill of her body beside yours is almost...

Comforting.

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chocolatecakecas · 3 years

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Rockin' the Suburbs: Destiel Fic Chapter 1

Chp2 Chp3 Chp4 or read on ao3

Pretending to be married to his best friend who he's secretly in love with? Dean's totally got this under control. But pretending to be married and raising an actual toddler with his best friend who he's secretly in love with? Yeah so maybe he doesn't have it totally, under control, actually he's screwed. Fake married case fic+actual baby Jack? What could go wrong?

This was all Sam's fault.

Sam had strolled into the war room yesterday afternoon announcing that he had found a case in Sudbury, Massachusetts. Six people died, all parents, all with one kid, kids lived, but the parents, they weren't so lucky. It was in one of those Stepford gated communities where every house looked the same, "Pleasant Acres", or some crap like that. Meaning, Jody, Donna and Claire were all set to take the case, but they called twenty minutes ago saying they got caught up on a hunt in Montana. So now they were all shifting through their contacts, trying to find hunters with kids, since whatever it was only seemed to target families.

And Dean's been feeling well, weird, ever since Sam brought up the case yesterday. Something itching in the back of his mind. He's of course been trying to ignore it, but now that he's reading over the case it's getting stronger, making his twist in way he definitely doesn't want to unpack.

He glances up across the room, eyes quickly finding Cas and Jack. Cas is seated across from him on Jack's blanket, helping him build unstable block towers, just so he could knock them down.

(read the rest under the cut)

Dean's stomach twists again, and an all too familiar feeling washes over him.

Yeah, he definitely doesn't want to unpack it.

"Hey, I think I got something" Sam calls pulling Dean from his trance as Cas stands, making his way back to his chair.

"So Sarah and Mike Johnson? Jody met them, and their daughter, Katie on a hunt last year. They live somewhat close by, so I'll try to give them a call" Sam continues, reaching for his phone.

And now, Dean doesn't know why, but he felt that thing squirm deep inside him, and the next thing he knew, he was talking.

"Why don't we take it?" Dean practically shouts startling everyone, including himself.

Sam paused, cellphone halfway to his ear and Cas' head snapped up so quick Dean's worried he has whiplash.

And so Dean freezes, mouth suddenly very dry.

What the hell was he doing, why was h-

"Why don't we take the case? I mean the thing is only going after families right, and we-we've got an 18 month old super baby right here. So we cou-two of us could take Jack for a week, play house for a week, and gank the thing" Dean somehow chokes out, watching as Sam and Cas' stare with increasingly disbelieving looks.

Dean’s heart began pounding against his chest.

Dean could barely believe the suggestion to take the hunt came out of his mouth, let alone bringing the kid? Completely out of the question, way too dangerous. He's not just gonna put the kid directly in harms way, on a hunt for godsake! And yet the suggestion had rolled off his tongue anyway? Dean didn't know why.

God what the hell was wrong with him today?

But it's not like he can just take it back now that he practically screamed it, so in favor of looking like an idiot or delving into the reason behind why he said it, Dean sat in his own silent panic.

From across the table he watched Sam's face contort into about three different emotions, finally landing on something that looked like agreement.

Shit.

"Well, that might actually be a goo-" Sam started with a sigh

"You can't seriously be suggesting we bring Jack along on a hunt? It's too dangerous, we've barely even left the bunker with him" Cas immediately cut in and god Dean could kis-Dean was very relieved.

And Sam surely wouldn't argue with that. So he was in the clear. He could just forget about this whole stupid conversation like it never happened, and never have to think about it ag-

"Exactly, I mean you guys have barely left the house and Jack has barely even seen the world. I hate to say it, but I think it'd be good, for all of us" Sam replied reluctantly.

And there goes Dean's heart rate.

"Sam, we don't even know what we're up against it co-"

"I know Cas, but he'll be with us. And besides, it looks like whatever's doing this, is only taking victims with young children, not a single one is over the age of five. So it's probably better if we end up taking the case anyway, rather than Sarah and Mike, or even Jody and the girls. We're the only one with a kid under ten. Plus he's half angel, we're probably at greater risk than Jack is" Sam reasons carefully.

A tense silence fell over them, the only sound was Jack babbling to himself on the other side of the room. Dean wanted to say something, wanted to say he doesn't know what he was thinking and it's crazy and they shouldn't take the case, but his mouth wasn't exactly on his side today.

He snuck a glance at Cas who has his eyes trained on Jack.

The tension was killing him, Dean had to say something. He couldn't just let this happen because his stupid mouth started talking nonsense.

So he swallows thickly, opening his mouth to take it all back, so they could forget this whole conversation ever happened, so he wouldn't have to think about why h-

"You're right" Cas sighs, looking as if his answer deflated him.

And Dean couldn't agree more with that sentiment because suddenly all of the air was knocked out of his lungs. He must have looked like it too because Sam met his eyes across the table, leveling him with a look Dean can't decipher.

Then suddenly, a smile spread across his face, which in his experience, is never a good sign.

"Alright so, Dean can stay at a nearby hotel, while Cas and I take the nei-"

"I'll go with Cas" Dean blurted before he even realized what was happening.

He snapped his jaw shut, but apparently not quick enough. Again, Dean didn't know why he said that, but that thing was back swirling around his stomach so he assumed it had to do with whatever the hell that was. And his mouth must have a mind of it's own today because he's pretty sure he didn't tell it to start moving, let alone say that.

Dean's heart beat against his chest, face burning. He forced his eyes to look up at Sam, not daring to even glance in Cas' direction. He can't handle any look that might be on his face. What if he'd rather go with Sam? What if he's ang-

"Okay it's all settled then, I mean so long as that's good with you Cas?" Sam asked, smile turning into a smirk.

"Yes, that's good with me" Cas replied, tone unreadable.

Was he really okay with it? Was he creeped out by the way Dean cut in? Was he actually annoyed that he'd have to be with Dean?

All great questions, with sadly no answers. Because Dean would have to actually look at him, if he wanted any insight to what Cas was thinking, and that was so not going to happen. Not with his face still on fire.

"Alright perfect! I'll call the real estate agent, about setting up a house tour, you guys start packing? And oh, don't forget to think of your backstory so you're both on the same page! We can leave in the morning" Sam said with a too wide smile, as he pushed himself out of his chair. Sam stopped for a moment, giving him a look that Dean definitely didn't want to think about right now, before turning down the hall with a skip in his step.

Yup, this was definitely all Sam's fault.

Heart still racing in his chest, Dean braves a look over at Cas.

And a bit of relief floods through him when he catches those blue eyes. Cas seemed fine, doesn't look angry or disgusted at the thought of doing this thing with Dean. So he counts that as a win, and his heart rate slows a bit, but he still doesn't know what Cas is thinking, and he needs to know.

But he doesn't dare say anything, because at this point anything could come out of his mouth, and that's definitely not a risk Dean's willing to take after the mini heart attack he just suffered. So, awkward silence it was until Cas decides to speak up.

Eventually, after what feels like hours, Cas slumps forward folding his hands on the table as he stares over at Jack. Dean follows his gaze, watching Jack knock over his lopsided block tower with an excited shriek. A small smile tugs at his lips.

"Dean, I still think this is reckless" Cas sighs and Dean turns back, finding his eyes trained on him, filled with worry.

Dean's smile slips at the sight, his heart clenching and he pretends not to know the real reason why.

Things were already...weird between him and Cas lately, and now his dumbass had to go and make it worse. Because what the hell was he thinking suggesting they take this hunt, bring along the kid, and practically beg to pretend to live with Cas. Jesus, Cas is probably beyond creeped out and angry.

Dean has to fix this.

"Cas, listen I'm sorry it was a stupid idea-I don't even know why I said it. Because now we're putting Jack in danger-and it's not fair that you're gonna have to be stuck pretending to be married to me because I-I'm gonna go find Sam and we can just call the whole thing off, and he can contact that other family an-"

"Dean, no stop I want to do the hunt" Cas cut in quickly, effectively stopping Dean's rambling.

"But yo-"

"I said I still thought it was reckless, and it is-to bring Jack along I mean. But Sam's right he's barely gotten out of the bunk-we've all barely gotten out of here, so I think it'll be good for all of us. And besides Jack has his powers" Cas replied, gaze shifting back to Jack.

Dean let out a breathe he didn't realize he was holding. Cas wasn't angry at him, he wanted to go on the hunt. And he didn't seem too torn up about doing it with Dean so-

"Jack will have us to protect him the entire time. And I'm glad it's with you, I feel safer about the whole endeav-not that Sam isn't a phenomenal hunter. He is, but let's face it he isn't the world's best babysitter when it comes to Jack" Cas said turning back to Dean with an amused smile.

He's of course talking about the last time Sam watched Jack, where they walked in to see Sam trying to coax Jack off the ceiling into a laundry basket piled with blankets.

Dean couldn't help crack a smile at Cas' little joke. The squirming feeling had disappeared, leaving Dean feeling much calmer about the whole thing as he relaxed in his chair.

They'd be fine, this would be just like any other hu-

"So, Sam mentioned a backstory? Should we come up with that now, so we aren't caught off guard when someone asks?" Cas suggested, eyes staring into Dean's.

And just like that, Dean's calm had left the building.

"Uh yeah sure. Let's do th-let's start with how we met" Dean managed, now that his throat had gone dry again.

"Well, we met September 19th, 2008 in a barn in-"

"Okay September 2008, we can use that-but let's turn the barn into a bar instead? I saw you sitting at the bar alone, bought you a drink, we started talking, boom the rest is history" Dean raced, wanting very much to be done with this conversation.

"Dean, people always seem to be interested in these kinds of stories. We're probably going to need more information if anyone is going to buy it"

Damnit. Cas had a point, stupid angel always has to be right. So he puffed out a breathe, unclenching his fists under the table.

Breathe Winchester. It's just some fake story.

"Alright alright, so I saw you at the bar, you looked lonely so I bought you a drink and we got to talking. You uh...just got out of a long relationship with a bad ex, and I had just been through hell and back with my job-"

"Oh I see, like me rebelling against heaven, and you literally going to hel-"

"Yeah genius how'd you crack that cod" Dean quipped only to be cut off by a swift kick to the shin. Cas shot him a smug smile causing Dean to roll his eyes, and his stomach definitely did not flip.

Get it together Winchester

"So you helped me through a terrible breakup, and I helped you through the stress of your job. In a way we saved each other, which isn't so different from our real story" Cas continues.

And Dean swears his friggin heart stopped, Cas' words knocking the wind out of him.

God Dean should have stopped thi-

"By the way, what is your job going to be?" Cas questioned with his usual tilt of the head that definitely did not send Dean's heart racing even faster.

"Don't care you pick" Dean managed to force out, as he tried to gain control of his anxiety.

"A mechanic, I think. You love working on Baby, I think you'd enjoy getting to fix and help other people's cars for a living" Cas suggested in the most sincere tone Dean's ever heard. And how Dean somehow managed a nod of approval through his internal breakdown, he'll never know.

"Alright, so you pick what my job is then" Cas smiled softly, either not noticing Dean's panic or clearly ignoring it. Dean was grateful for either option.

Dean managed to reign in his stupid freak out long enough to get his brain working.

"A college professor-maybe like English lit or something. I know you like to read, and you always like to talk to about the books after you finish them. That is if you wa-"

"I think that's perfect, it sounds like a nice career"

"Great, so met in September 2008, mechanic and English Professor helped each other through their crap. Now they're moving to the suburbs to grill burgers in the backyard and fight to get the kid into a good preschool. Sounds like we've go-"

"Oh, we need a wedding anniversary" Cas cut in.

And yeah Dean's 100% sure his heart stopped this time.

How could Dean be so stupid, they wouldn't have to just pretend to be together (which was difficult enough within itself, for reasons he'd rather not discuss), they'd have to be married. Of course he knew this logically, but since his mouth had a friggin mind of it's own, he wasn't really thinking about the implications.

Married. To Cas. With a kid. A family.

And god, Dean couldn't even sa-no he's so not unboxing that right now.

"Uh, got married in our backyard. Just pick any date" Dean said weakly once he found his voice.

Cas was silent for a moment, expression unreadable. Then he nodded to himself

"November 2nd, 2017"

And that was the final hit. Dean was sent spiraling, losing any control he had regained.

The day Cas got out of the empty, the night he called Dean, the night Dean tried to-

"Alright, good. Sounds like we've got everything covered. I'm gonna get a start on packing, why don't you put Squirt over there down for his nap" Dean said jumping to his feet and quickly made his way to his room without a glance backwards. He feels like shit for leaving Cas just sitting there, but he had to get away before he really lost it.

Dean carefully tries not to slam his door and flops down on his bed. His thoughts buzz around in his skull, while about ten different emotions wash over him all at once. With a groan he reaches out and punches his mattress, which doesn't do much of anything seeing as its memory foam.

God what the hell had he gotten himself into.

He just agreed to be fake married to his best friend and live in a house in the suburbs with a 18 month old child.

He was crazy. He didn't even know why he said anythi-god who was he kidding. Of course he knew why he said it, he just didn't know why he let himself say them out loud. Now he's gonna have to play house with Cas and Jack for at least a week, when he can't even admit to himself th-

No. He can't let any of that get in the way. He can't throw himself a pity party just because Cas doesn-this stupid hunt was his own stupid fault, also partially Sam's (Dean's still sticking to that, thank you very much)

This is still a hunt, there are lives at stake. He can stow it. For everyone's sake.

So Dean sighs running his hands through his hair as he racked his mind for what he'd have to pack. On autopilot he began grabbing his clothes and usual crap, shoving it into his bag. As he zipped it up, his eyes landed on a box in the top of his closet.

In a flash he had the box down, lid off, sitting on his lap. Dean reached inside, pulling out two rings and his stomach flipped at the sight.

Yeah, it was gonna be a long night.

The next morning they were all in the garage packing up the trunk, getting ready to leave for their two day drive. Sam said the real estate agent was ecstatic that they were interested in the house. Must be a hard sell since the last three owners died inside.

Dean was strapping Jack into his car seat, rings weighing his pocket down, like a boulder.

"I'm gonna grab the last bag from the kitchen" Sam announced as he jogged out of the garage.

Well, it was now or never. So Dean drew in a shaky breath and walked around the car.

"Uh Cas, here" Dean said lamely, holding out a ring between his fingers.

Cas tilted his, eyes widening at the object.

"We're uh, supposed to be married right? So we need rings ya know" Dean continued unsure of how to proceed.

Cas nodded in understanding, carefully taking it from Dean's fingers, and slipped onto his left hand.

Dean gasped, and quickly tried to cover it up

"Uh yeah sorry of it's too tight, it's mind from years ago. I used to wear a few of them all the time, but they hurt like a bitch when you gotta deck someone" Dean rambled, face heating up.

"It's perfect, thank you" Cas smiled, meeting his eyes.

The squirming feeling was back, and squirmier than ever.

"What about you?" Cas asked looking at Dean's empty fingers.

"Oh! I've got my mom's old wedding ring. Had it resized to fit years ago, so I figured it would work" Dean rushed, pulling the second ring out of his pocket and slipping it onto his finger.

When he looked up again, Cas was staring at him with a look Dean had never seen on him before. It made his heart skip a beat in his chest.

"Alright! You guys ready to go?" Sam called as he walked back through the door, causing both of them to jump.

Moment ruined.

Without a word, they quickly climbed into the Impala. As Dean went to turn the key, his eyes traveled to the rearview mirror.

Jack giggling in his car seat as Cas wiggled his stuffed rabbit right above his head. Cas suddenly looked up catching his eye in the mirror, giving him a soft smile, which Dean found himself easily returning.

His eyes slid over to Sam, who was staring at the ring on his finger. Then Sam met his eyes, offering him a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

So Dean quickly snapped his attention forward, and turned the key a bit too hard.

Yeah, Dean was fucked.

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Little Witch- Part 11

The Darkling x Reader

I’m backkkkkkkkk besties 🥰🥰

The rest of the day was spent doused in the work the Darkling had given you earlier, so the time you would have spent otherwise mulling over his plans for the stag had to be pushed out of the way.

You had plenty of time left until the evening's dinner, where you would be formally announced as Deputy General to the Grisha of the Little Palace. You had already signed off on official letters to the camp commanders and First-Army leaders stating your position, but you doubted there would be any fuss from them.

Your own Grisha is who you had to be worried about. They didn't do well with change. Especially not when it came to a mysterious all-powerful Grisha coming and taking control of an army they'd never seen them be a part of before.

Nonetheless, this was happening whether they wanted it or not. Ravka needed to present a united front and adding another person to strengthen said front was essential. All you hoped for was a peaceful transition, no blood-baths. To hell if they whispered or rumored, you could handle that, you've been handling it.

You had a list of ever-changing priorities in your head, and on top of it was always Alina. You cared for your Grisha, no matter how much they hated you or how much you disliked them, and Alina wasn't any exception. You felt a pang of guilt flow through you at the thought of Aleksander using her against her better conscience but you shoved it away quickly. There was nothing you could do but talk to him and question him about the plan.

The plan. The stupid plan. You called it stupid because you didn't know anything about it and against your better judgment, it made you doubt his trust. Was it so bad, so cruel, that he couldn't tell me? Before you came to the Little Palace, you told yourself you wouldn't blindly trust anybody anymore. Aleksander had to be held to that standard too.

Your door was left slightly ajar, you were sick of the knocking at this point so when you heard a feminine voice call out your name you looked up instantly, ready to be hit with more reports.

'Ms.Y/L/N? I have been sent by the General to see if you wish to use any of my help' The red-haired Grisha looked at you with her bright blue eyes. Her white kefta pressed to perfection.

'You must be Genya' You stood up and welcomed her in.

'Sorry about the room, as you can see I don't have a proper desk yet' you laughed and watched her closely as she studied you. 'What do you do exactly? It's been years since I heard of a tailor and I've never had the pleasure to meet one.'

You noticed a look of surprise at your black kefta. If she had any questions, she most certainly didn't feel comfortable asking, he probably told her not to ask.

'I do all sorts of things, change the color of your hair, get rid of pesky scars, anything you don't like about yourself really..... well except your character, there's nothing anyone can do about that' She waved off and sat you down at your vanity, carefully pushing papers to one side.

'So? How about it?' She looked at you through the mirror and you pondered.

'Maybe the eye bags need to go?'

She nodded deeply, 'Definitely' you couldn't help but feel a little offended, but mostly amused.

'What do you propose then, Genya?'

'Hmmm, the eyebags for sure, put some color on your cheeks,-' She combed her hands through your hair and bit the inside of her cheek '-the hair needs something too, perhaps some shine?'

'Perhaps' You mused.

'I shall get to work then' she smiled.

****

After your pampering session with Genya and prying her open (more like soothing her) to talking about life at the Palaces and her life, you came to the conclusion that you would die for her. She was so kind and strong, no wonder she and Alina were always seen together, they were two peas in a pod. Her humor and wittiness, like yours, was refreshing, a breath of fresh air in the stiff and formal palace.

You didn't bother changing. The truth was you were tired already and a full day hadn't even passed of your new job. How did I do this for so many years? But still, you managed to put on your bravest smile and walk in the domed hall with your head held high and your black kefta on a show like a trophy.

Unlike the other time you and Aleksander dined together here, he was already sitting in his chair. Ivan was standing, ready to announce any war news and casualties. You could see Alina looking at you with a confused look on her face, but she still gave you a welcoming smile.

You sat down and cleared your throat in the deafening silence. Ivan began to speak but you heard none of it. Your head too full with thoughts on how this situation could go. You felt Aleksander move his hand to your thigh in a calming manner. You looked over to him and shot him a tight smile, before looking back to Ivan who was sitting down. Here goes nothing.

You stood up with Aleksander. The Grisha in the room couldn't understand what was going on, who was that person, wearing black nonetheless, sitting at the right side of the Darkling, on her own custom chair. The list of anomalies was never-ending.

He spoke first 'Today is a monumental day for the Second-Army, for all Grisha, for Ravka. Y/N Y/L/N has returned to the Little Palace and will be reprising her role of Deputy General, Second in Command of the Second Army.'

Nobody spoke but if looks could kill, I would be halfway into my grave by now.

'Ms. Y/L/N will play an essential part in our fight for freedom and justice. She is an outstanding leader, sometimes even better than I am, for she leads with compassion and understanding for all. She deserves nothing but the utmost respect and loyalty. If you for one second doubt her abilities, you might as well put cuffs around your own wrists, for disrespecting her is disrespect for me. I put my full faith in her.'

He turns to you and sits down, giving you all the attention.

'None of you will remember my reign as Deputy General, but I assure you I know what I am doing. The Little Palace and your lives are of most importance to me. I am here to protect and care for you, yes I will be giving commands, but rest be assured they are in your best interest.'

'I don't represent one order of Grisha, I represent and unite all of you-' You look towards the Etherialki '-I can summon the strongest of gales and light the Palace's fires-'

You turn your head toward the Materialki '-I can bend any metal, bleed fabric of its color-'

Your eyes meet Fedyor's '-I can soothe a heart and crush every bone in a body-'

You stand straighter '- and I can summon the shadows, call the darkness. With me at your side, I will make the Grisha kind loved once again, we will not be hunted or enslaved. Ravka's borders will be peaceful. I am putting my trust into each and every single one of you to help me achieve our utopia'

You sit back down and only then do you notice your shaking hands. You don't dare look up out of fear but a calming hand on your back almost forces you to. And you're glad because almost every Grisha in the room is looking, no, worshipping you. Their eyes glazed over and their mouths open in shock. Even Zoya looked astounded.

He leans in to whisper in your ear 'I'm so proud of you'

*****

You ate amongst the other Grisha that night, feeling a sense of belonging and confidence pulsing through you. It went down way better than you'd expected. Nobody threw a fit or tried your life. And you were happy. The sleep you had that night was the best you'd had in years.

The next morning, and the morning after that, was taken up entirely by work. Aleksander went away and so you were left with the runt of the jobs. But you had made yourself extremely comfortable in his quarters. At first, you only came to make use of the war room, then you sat at his desk to drink your tea and concentrate on work, and ultimately fell asleep in his bed, enclosed by his scent and those forgiving black sheets.

There was so much work to do and only so many hours in the day, and Aleksander decided to make life that much harder by renewing the search for Morozova's stag. You couldn't keep up.

You were waiting on a certain somebody. You had instructed the oprichniki to bring her here right after she was done with Baghra, no later. And so you stood there, inspecting the war table when a gentle knock echoed throughout the room.

'Come in'

'Deputy General' She addressed you with a curt nod.

'Please Alina, call me Y/N' you looked at her from your place at the table, hands resting on the map. She looked slightly uncomfortable but way less scrawny than when you'd first seen her. Her hair was filler and her skin glowed. She looked healthy now. Aleksander must see this too.

'I can see using your powers has affected you in more ways than one.'

'Oh-yes umm.. my appetite's grown so much since I got here it's rather funny' She was growing more comfortable.

'That's completely normal if you're using your powers more often' You smiled and walked around to her. 'I thought we could have a cup of tea or two, and you could tell me all about yourself Alina, and the things that are troubling you. I don't want you to feel like you're all alone in this place.'

'Dep- Y/N I assure you I am most certainly fine. There’s no need t-’

'I was once like you… and I can sense a troubled soul with my eyes closed.'

She stared at you with her defensive walls up, not letting any emotion slip though the cracks behind her eyes.

‘Alina… I mean you no harm. I’m just worried. Isn’t it nice to have someone worry for Alina and not the sun-summoner for a change?’ You cracked a sad smile and walked over to the tea the servants had brought.

‘Sugar?’

Part 12

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