#Ok bye I gotta work on crimson

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Sunflower Field Confessions | J.M.

a/n: i will fight anyone who argues that jonah doesn't look like a prince in this pic :') also, i was listening to taytay's fearless album while writing this so the plot might be all over the place sorry !!! ok bye now that i've posted lemme just casually go on a writing hiatus , happy reading <3 (and also, a big fat thank you to @the-girl-who-cried-wolf and @randomlimelightxxx for hyping me up to finish this cheesy fic that i hate so much)

summary: you might not be part of royalty like Jonah was, but you were certainly the queen of his heart.

warnings: fluff and kinda sorta bad writing because i suck

word count: 4865

Upon hearing a rapid thudding of footsteps, the brunet prince turned to the direction of the sound just in time to see the girl he had been waiting for for quite some time at the sunflower field tripping over a stone and barreling towards him. He reacted quickly to stop her from plummeting onto the ground, wrapping a steady arm around her waist and pulling her into his chest on instinct. “Woah, woah, watch your footing next time. Don’t wanna ruin this pretty face you have now, do we?” He asked the girl who was currently in his arms, the teasing tone in his voice unmissable.

“Oh my gosh, I…I,” you stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence when your mind became a jumbled mess as your face reddened instantly at his indirect compliment. The crimson that dusted your cheeks vaguely turned darker when you realized how close you were to him. Shocked, you pulled away from his embrace, immediately missing his warmth (and the exquisite scent of him that reminded you of the finest herbs in town). “Work at the bakery ended so much later than expected and I was afraid you would’ve thought I forgot about our meeting and left before I arrived,” you blabbered, your nerves getting the best of you. “I’m so sorry for making you wait, your highness!”

Jonah frowned at the mention of the title. After years of knowing each other, your habit of referring to him with his royal status hadn’t changed one bit, no matter how close you had gotten with each other and it annoyed him. He loved being a prince more than anything, yes, but he didn’t like the fact that in your head, you always considered him as someone far more superior than you when you actually weren’t. To the others, maybe, but to him, you were his everything and the only one he swore to himself to protect with his life. If anything, that only proved that he was the inferior one.

Besides, he had decided long ago that he loved the way you say his name most.

“I told you, you don’t have to call me that,” he flicked your nose playfully, a familiar gesture that you’d grown so used to over the years. He seemed to never get tired of doing it to annoy you and well, you indeed found it annoying when you were younger but as time passed, it had become a symbol of your tight-knit relationship with him that most people would kill to have. “Plus, I’m the one who should be apologizing for not being able to hang out with you as often as I used to.”

“It’s totally fine, your—Jonah,” you changed your choice of words quickly when he shot you a glare. “Being the future King comes with tons of workload, I know. You have far more important things to do than spend time with…me.”

“Impossible,” he laughed and shook his head at your incredulousness. He threaded his fingers through yours mindlessly before starting to walk and you followed suit, trying not to get distracted by how nice his large hands felt enveloping yours. How on Earth does he manage to make your thoughts a mess with just a simple touch? You didn’t know, but you welcomed the unexplainable feeling all the same.

His voice knocked you out of your thoughts. “Who else is going to keep me sane, huh?”

“True,” you admitted, giggling softly. “Someone’s gotta remind you that it’s okay to put yourself first instead of the kingdom sometimes.”

“To be frank, I’m still having a hard time heeding to your advice,” he admitted sheepishly.

“I know,” your joined hands swayed slightly as you walked amongst the sea of sunflowers that bloomed so brightly as if each petal held a radiant memory. The meadow had a peripheral awareness of its own beauty yet would rather be at peace in this warm sun, you noted, just like the man beside you.

He could be anywhere else at this moment—busy studying law in the castle’s library, discussing politics with his father, courting remarkable princesses and duchesses—but he chose to be here, taking a pointless stroll in a sunflower field with plain old you.

He didn’t notice when you casted your gaze upwards towards his face, secretly admiring how effortlessly regal he still managed to look in casual clothes instead of his usual royal attire, his unruly brown hair on full display without the presence of his crown. You studied him closely, examining every inch of his side profile…and frowned when you saw the new eyebags under his eyes. You almost reached up to touch his face and trace them. Almost. “But it looks like I'm not doing a very good job at it because it looks like someone is insanely sleep deprived.”

“Yea…I might’ve not gotten as much sleep as I should this past month,” he shrugged nonchalantly like it was not a big deal. You sighed. He’s too selfless sometimes—okay, scratch that—most of the time it’s infuriating.

“You promised me that you’d take good care of yourself,” you said in an accusing manner. He turned to you to find concern written all over your features. The sight warmed his heart and he had to bite back a smile. You always care about him too much, in all the ways no one else did, not even his family members and…

God, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you to show how much he appreciated you. How much he loved you.

He could if he wanted to. Being in close proximity, your lips looked too devastatingly inviting, causing Jonah to wonder if it felt as soft as it looked, if he could claim it as his. Claim you as his, forever.

Jonah pressed his lips into a thin line, reprimanding his inappropriate thoughts about his best friend. You, however, mistakened his expression for annoyance so you added, “or at least try to.”

“I am, okay? There’s just too much on my plate lately,” he admitted sheepishly. “But I’m fine.”

“That’s exactly what someone who isn’t fine will say,” you nudged him slightly. “You’ve got anything to share with me, buddy?”

“It amuses me how one moment you’re all shy around me and calling me ‘your highness’ and the next thing I know you’re calling me ‘buddy’ and forcing me to tell you about my personal life,” he joked, earning an eye roll from you.

“Come on, cut the teasing and spill your problems to me already,” you whined pleadingly, dragging the last syllable, a childish trick of yours to attempt to get others to do what you wanted. Unfortunately, most people found it annoying yet Jonah never seemed to mind your ridiculous antics.

“Of course, I always do,” he ruffled your hair with his free hand, which you swatted away almost immediately. “Still have no idea why you haven’t gotten sick of me yet.”

I’d be the world’s biggest idiot to ever want to get rid of my crush—those were the words that were left unsaid by you. Your crush on him was your biggest secret after all. A secret that might threaten the precious platonic bond you both already had between each other. So instead of confessing your hidden feelings for him, you sent him a sweet smile that mirrored his and he took that as a sign to start reciting everything that had happened to him in the last month.

Being his most trusted person, he didn’t hesitate to confide every little detail of his life to you because unlike the others, you truly listened and never judged him for how he felt. You never interrupted him when he’s talking but instead you hung onto his every word, always listening to the entirety of his rants before offering genuine advice.

From the outside, it might look like he was an obnoxious spoilt prince who loved to talk about nothing but himself but in reality, Jonah was a man of few words, which was also one of the main reasons the prestigious women who his mother set him up with lost interest in him after not several, but one date. He was cold and closed off towards others (you had seen that with your own eyes so you knew that for sure), but with you, he was an entirely different person. He gladly shared with you every little detail of his life—his adventures abroad, his overwhelming workload and whatever juicy court drama he overheard the maids gossiping about—not just because he was comfortable with you, but mainly because he knew that you had been intrigued with the inner workings of court and what’s it’s like to live a lavish life as royalty since forever.

This time, Jonah told you about how badly his father wanted to hand him the kingdom but he couldn’t do that unless his son got married so too eager to play a matchmaker to help his son find the “love of his life”, the Queen started setting up dates for the poor prince every night. He found the latter absolutely absurd and a complete waste of time but he loved his parents too much to go against their will. That was how Jonah ended up juggling two things at once—running a kingdom and putting up with spoiled female royals who got on his nerves more than he’d like to admit.

“It’s not that bad,” you gave him a pitiful smile and squeezed his hand when he groaned frustratingly. You hated the fact that he had been seeing other girls but it’s not like he reciprocated their feelings so…you’re fine, you thought, but him not falling in love now didn’t mean that he wouldn’t in future. One lucky choice in girls made by his mother was all it took to accidentally knock him off his feet, his breath out of him…and his heart into the lucky girl’s hands. Simply put, the odds of him falling in love was thankfully extremely low but that didn’t mean it was entirely impossible. And if he did—when he did—you weren’t sure if you could deal with the heartbreak that’d definitely come along with it.

But that was something you would stress about another day.

“Dinners are fun though,” you tried to cheer him up. “Fancy food, fancy clothes and not to mention a fancy private dining hall with romantic lighting!”

“Yeah dinners can be fun if only the girls I’m dining with aren’t all such idiotic airheads with no personality whatsoever,” he complained and you hated yourself for feeling relieved. He shook his head. “Enough about me though, I wanna hear about your life. Anything interesting happened while I was gone?”

“Ummm, business at the bakery has been thriving, so that’s good and uhhh…” you trailed off, biting your bottom lip, contemplating whether you should tell him about the real highlight of the past month. You sucked in a breath as if the newly inhaled oxygen could give you more courage to speak. “Two boys have been sending flowers every morning to me. One even went as far as to ask me out on a date,” you blurted in one go.

You swore you saw his jaw clench for a millisecond. One blink and his tense demeanor was gone without a trace, replaced by his usual playful grin, which led you to believe that your eyes might’ve tricked you into seeing something that wasn’t there in the first place.

“Someone’s quite a catch in town I see,” he made a lighthearted joke but you hated it. You hated that it didn’t even bug him one bit that there were boys out there trying to win your heart; you hated that he was indifferent; you hated that he didn’t care the way you wanted him to, didn’t react the way you wanted him to.

You liking him doesn’t mean he’ll like you back, dumbass, you mentally scolded yourself for being a…well, a lovesick idiot. And not to forget an occasionally delusional one.

“Oh, shut up,” you prayed that you sounded unbothered enough to be passed off as unsuspicious and your disappointment (and a tad bit of sadness) couldn’t be heard from your voice. “It’s not like you don’t have the whole country of girls swooning over you.”

“We are not talking about me now, are we?”

“Ugh, go away, you’re being annoying.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t because you’re holding me too tightly,” he brought your joined hands into your line of vision to prove his point and sure enough, you were gripping his hand like you were afraid he’d slip away. You let go of it abruptly with a huff, turning away in mock anger (and also to hide your blush of bashfulness and embarrassment for the pet name he chose and being called out, respectively). Unbeknownst to you, Jonah immediately regretted what he said earlier for he realised that he didn’t want your hands to detach from each other’s when they’re obviously the perfect fit. “Hey, don’t get mad, I’m just curious as to who you’re planning to choose.” So he could do a thorough background check on said guy to make sure he’s a suitable match for you…

…and to see what magical qualities he possessed to make you choose him over Jonah himself. To make you give him the privilege of being the special someone Jonah had always wanted to be for you.

“Neither. They’re both not my type.”

“Then what’s your type, exactly?”

His question didn’t really come as a surprise to you--it’s normal for him to be curious since come to think of it, you realised that you never told him about this before and vice versa--yet that didn’t mean you were prepared to give him the honest answer.

Is there even anyone on Earth who actually has the guts to confess their love for someone who they aren’t sure felt the same way? If there was, you were definitely not one of them, that’s for sure. You chose your next words carefully since you couldn’t possibly tell him straight to his face that your type was him, a prince who you knew you had no chance with and make things awkward between the both of you right?

“Honestly, I don’t really know, ‘cause,” you avoided his gaze, focusing on the ground instead where your shoe-clad-feet were kicking bits of dirt into the air. You didn't have to be looking at him to know that he was listening intently though. “I’ve fallen in love only once in my life and it’s with a guy who…I don’t think likes me back so I don’t think I have a type when it’s always been him alone and no one else.”

Jonah could feel an astounding amount of weights crashing down on him instantly, shattering his heart and he could barely breathe. Is this what heartbreak feels like? He had no idea it could be this painful. All he knew was it‘s stupid, really, for someone as cold-blooded as him to feel the way he felt right now because of…love?…when he didn’t even flinch or bat an eye when he witnessed the brutal executions of criminals alongside his father.

It’s always been him—your words echoed in his mind repeatedly. Jonah didn’t know who he was, but he might be—no, he was—the luckiest guy on earth to have your heart and a fool if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

“Jonah,” his train of thought crashed into a wall in an instant, the latter being the sound of your voice.

“What were you saying again?”

“I said that it’s terribly unfair if I’m the only one spilling my secrets out to you.”

“You kept the details so vague and didn't even mention his name so it’s technically not considered a secret!”

“And you haven’t told me what you want in a girl!” You retorted swiftly. “With how you closed off and curt you are towards them them, sometimes I can’t help but wonder if you’re secretly gay.”

“I’m certainly not gay, I can assure you of that,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “In fact, I have my eyes on someone in particular too--”

“It’s the Princess of Eldorra, isn’t it?”

Princess Gwenlyn--the heiress to the throne of one of the biggest kingdoms in the Southern Continent that Jonah’s father was nearly dying to form an alliance with through the marriage of their children; the princess whose name was spoken in nothing but awe and admiration by people throughout the lands about her remarkable beauty, her down-to-earth kindness--everything about her was deemed perfect by the public, including her love for the man of your dreams.

She could be seen latching onto him at every public event whenever she’s in the kingdom for visits to the royal family. Wherever he was, she was either standing awfully close to him or worse—with his hands all over him as if she wanted to tell—no, show—the world that he’s hers.

They’d make such a lovely couple! Ah, young love! They’re literally made for each other! Their kids would turn out so beautiful!

You heard the gossip, the hushed whispers among the older ladies on the street whenever the “young royal couple” came to town. You wanted to tune out the compliments, but you couldn’t, because there were too many; so you started to look for any sorts of hate towards them but there wasn’t any.

It was clear that everyone loved them and from the way he never pushed her away, maybe...he did too.

The thought of it made your heart twist in unimaginable ways.

“You don’t like her,” he stated bluntly, stopping in his tracks. Instinctively, you stopped walking too.

You didn’t expect him to call you out. Planning to lie your way out of this situation and realising that panic was probably written all over your face, you replied with a quick “no” and tried to recompose yourself.

However, one brief crack in your nonchalant facade was enough for Jonah to notice your blatant lie. “I’ve read enough faces to know that you’re not telling the truth.”

“Sorry to say that you’re wrong this time then,” you started to walk again. You never liked to talk about feelings because you knew yours was…pathetic, delusional and fucking meaningless when the one you fell for was somebody that was so far out of your league that it was a miracle that you were even here with him, getting interrogated by him about your thoughts on his potential betrothed. You didn’t know which direction you were walking towards, you just needed to put a distance between him and yourself.

Were you being dramatic? Maybe, but with how persistent he was to pry an answer out of you, you needed to show him how much you didn’t want to continue the conversation. Walking away was probably the most useless option one could ever choose but it’s the only thing you could think of at the moment. Yet Jonah, as always, wouldn’t back down until he got what he wanted.

“Oh my goodness, just admit it, you don’t like her,” you picked up your pace when you felt him walking after you.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Hey,” the grip he had around your wrist wasn’t tight enough to hurt you, but it was enough to stop you from moving any further. “What’s wrong?”

You tried to ignore the way your skin was practically on fire from his simple touch. His hold didn’t burn but it sent jolts of warmth coursing through your veins, eventually making their way towards your heart, encasing it in a bubble of delicious heat.

You turned to face him, his soft eyes almost making you melt into a puddle right then and there. “Can we...not talk about her?”

“Why?” He asked but received no reply, so he added, “Y/N, you can tell me anything, you know that right? I’m your best friend...oh.”

A ghost of a smirk played on his lips as he suddenly managed to piece together the loose, mismatched puzzle pieces of what caused your sudden mood change. Best friends combined with sour feelings whenever someone else of the opposite sex was mentioned? That could only mean one thing. Still, he could be wrong but…there’s only one way to find out—by addressing the elephant in the room (or rather, in this circumstance, in the sunflower field).

“You’re jealous.”

“What?” A light shade of pink coloured your cheeks, which prompted him to take a step closer to you.

“You hate her being close to me,” another step. “You hate the way she gets to touch me freely anytime she wants while you have to hide in the crowd, pretending you don’t even know me,” and another. “Most importantly, you hate that I seem to enjoy her presence so much that it makes you think I might be in love with her.”

You stood rooted to your spot as he listed out everything you hated about their disgustingly sweet interactions in public, and got none wrong. You didn’t know whether to be embarrassed for your ugly emotions to come to light or pleasantly surprised that he seemed to be unbothered—delighted even—that you felt this way about him.

“Tell me, am I right, Y/N?” He stopped walking when his body was a hair’s breadth away from yours. Up close, you could see the gold flecks in his green eyes and honestly speaking, you wouldn’t mind staring and getting lost in them all day.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t. He was your best friend and best friends didn't actually have the privilege to do that, nor the right to romanticize everything about each other…unless one of you chose to take a step further but that was out of the question.

He hadn’t remained as your best friend since the beginning for nothing. He was part of royalty, the future King, for goodness sake, whereas you were merely an ordinary baker living in a small town who earned just enough money to pass your days. The fine line between friends and lovers was clearly not meant for either of you to cross.

You both worked well as best friends who met up regularly in secret, and it should stay this way for the best.

“You can be too full of yourself sometimes, prince,” you held your gaze steady as his emerald eyes bore into yours. You weren’t sure if you were hallucinating when for a fleeting second, you saw flames of desire flickering in them.

“Same can be said about you, my dear,” he reached up to cup your cheek, his hand much more calloused than what you expected of a prince and the stroke of his thumb was gentle, light, as if you were something fragile that he was afraid to break. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe. “You sure are naive for thinking that I can't see through every single one of your lies.”

“So what if you’re right? It can’t--won’t change anything now, will it?”

“Depends,” his eyes zeroed in on your lips. He had been wondering how they tasted for a long while. “Do you want us to change?”

“I...I don’t know,” you stammered, your mind filled with uncertainty. If it was up to you, of course you wanted to be the one who had his heart, body and soul, the one he called his, the special one to him in a sea of millions but...those were all the things the Law and your status forbid both of you to do. Even if your friendship blossomed into something more, everything would still end up in flames.

So with an apologetic smile, you removed his hand from your cheek. “But I do know that this is wrong. There shouldn’t even be an us in the first place, Jonah,” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “You’re supposed to find your ‘happy ever after’ with someone better, someone with a royal background maybe, not with a nobody like me.”

“God, Y/N, can you not keep thinking about what’s best for me for once, and consider what I really want?” Jonah was annoyed at your stubbornness to give in. You were the one who always reprimanded him for always not putting himself first yet here you were, dismissing your feelings for him because you thought he deserved better. How ironic. When he spoke again though, his voice evidently softened, the frustrated edge gone. “Because news flash, Y/N, I’ve loved you since day one and all I want right now and forever, is you. Not Gwen, not anyone the papers claimed I’m dating, just you.”

You were taught to be prepared for whatever that came your way in life. Your parents insisted on you helping out at the bakery at a very young age, intending to prepare you well for the day it was your turn to run the bakery on your own; you had told yourself constantly that the one you loved didn’t reciprocate your feelings, to prepare yourself for the oncoming heartbreak. But no one had prepared you for...this. He loves you. The Crown Prince loves you. If it weren’t for the fact you could feel the sting of the light pinch you gave onto the back of your hand, you would’ve thought that this was merely a wild dream that you’d eventually wake up from. “Jonah I...I don’t know what to say.”

“So don’t say anything at all,” he breathed, slowly leaning in...

Then he kissed you.

Nothing else seemed to matter anymore once his lips clashed into yours. The world faded away, until all there’s left was you and him in your own little bubble, lips parting only to meet again and again and again, until you forgot everything save for the taste of his lips, his mouth, his tongue and how soft his hair was when you involuntarily raked your fingers through it. You had always wondered if your first kiss would be languid and chaste as you slowly explore each other’s mouth, or quick and urgent as if the world was about to end. This kiss though, was everything in between and more, fueled by the fiery passion that was bottled up for years and the intention of kissing the eight letters into each other’s bones over and over again. I love you, I love you, I love you...

“I think I love you too, my prince,” you unknowingly whispered into the kiss and you felt him smile against your lips.

“You do?” He asked teasingly and with your arms hooked around his neck, you could only pull him closer to emphasize your point. “Mhm-hmm,” you hummed pleasantly when his lips found yours again. He still couldn’t get enough of the lovely sensation of your lips on his but he didn’t mind that. He never wanted to ever get enough of you anyway.

“Good,” he mumbled and God, you were perfectly content to stay like this with him forever, just you and him sharing secretive kisses in a sunflower field without a care in the world...

But is there even a forever for you both?

“Not even a day into this new relationship and you’re already starting to worry about everything,” he said when he broke the kiss and pulled away because he felt the change in your previously elated mood.

“How do you even know?”

“You’re actually a very easy person to read if one knows where to look.”

“I am not!”

“And not to forget very defensive towards every comment made about you.”

“Oh my gosh, Jonah, cut it out!” You groaned dramatically, earning laughs from the prince.

“Okay, okay. Anyways, about us, we’ll take it one day at a time, see where life takes us,” he took your hands in his. “It’s going to be tough but we’ll make it, I promise.”

“What if I’m not capable of withstanding the challenges?” It was going to be hard. The cruel world would definitely find a way to rip and ruin your relationship and...you just weren’t sure if you were prepared to face it.

“Then I’ll be strong enough to fight for the both of us,” he assured you, pressing a kiss on your hair. “I’m tired of having to keep my love for you a secret when our love is something that should be celebrated.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his heartfelt sentiment.

“I won’t let anything get in the way of our happiness,” he squeezed your hands. “Do you trust me, my love?”

For what seemed to be the millionth time that day, you looked into his eyes. This time, they shone with nothing but love and determination, which made you realise that maybe things would be fine after all because you knew Jonah and how he never gave blank promises, said anything he didn’t mean or gave up easily on the things he had set his mind on.

This was going to be a wild, bumpy ride with him but...where’s the fun in life if it was smooth sailing, right?

So with a hopeful expression that mirrored his, you gave him your reply.

“I do.”

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New Year,New Start 2/2

SOA fic. Happy

Blush felt a hand as she was about to walk out of the clubhouse door towards the parking lot.

“Happy New Year Blushie,” Bobby said, giving her a huge hug.

He was already heavily celebrating. She and Bobby had always talked about artistic stuff and music. They had some of the same interests.

“Hey Blush, how ya doing girlie! Happy New Year!,” Candy, one of the croweaters said, wrapping her arm around Bobby’s neck after giving Blush a very genuine hug.

Candy and Blush were friends outside of the club, much to the surprise of a lot. Blush just got along with the girls somehow.

“Good. I see you are doing great. Love the whole look. The black streaks with the red underneath looks great. The outfit works. I told you the red low cut would look great with the mini skirt with the lace and denim mix,” Blush teased her.

Candy rolled her eyes,”Yeesh. Yeah you were right,” she laughed. “How did Bets like your paint covered overalls as your New Years outfit,?” Candy chuckled.

“Wait. You were gonna wear paint covered overalls tonight?,” Bobby asked, laughing.

“Yeah. I didn’t feel like being out after last year and all that shit. So I was trying to make her let me stay home. I walked out of my room. Hair in the messiest ponytail possible. Bear slippers. And the most hideous, paint covered in glitter overalls as my outfit for tonight at the club. Her face,” Blush started laughing hysterically,”Her jaw was literally to the ground. She paled. Drug me back into the room, threw clothes at me. Within 20 minutes I looked like this.”

“You look hot baby,” Koz said kissing her cheek, walking behind her, as his girlfriend drug him to the sofa.

“Thanks Koz.”

“You look beautiful honey. Glad you came tonight. Talk later ok? I gotta steal Bobby for a bit. Bar stuff,” Candy said smiling.

“Bye stunner,” Bobby said.

Blush grinned and escaped out the door. Seeing a vacant table, she snagged it, sitting on top. Her mind zoned out, looking out Over the parking lot. The year had just massively fucking sucked. Starting New Years Eve she worked a horrible shift. Starting 7pm NYE to 3:30am NEwYears Day. When she trudged into her apartment at 5am New Years Morning, Blush found her now ex boyfriend screwing around with her boss. Within 2days, she was homeless and jobless and broken hearted. She went to live with her parents. Five months later, her mom died. Four months later, her dad passed away. Blush was alone. Having no siblings, she handled everything by herself. No other family close. She was in Oklahoma,far from the rest of any other family. Bets found out and came to Oklahoma. Before Blush knew what happened, her parents home was sold and she was moving to Charming, near her only family. Blush quickly wiped a tiny tear that was about to fall, when she heard the sound of boots walking in her direction.

“Hey,” Happy said,taking his toothpick out, sitting next to her “Why are ya out here?”

“Hiya Happy,” she grinned at him “Just not feelin like celebratin. Especially New Years.”

Blush remembered an incident when she was moving. Bets had asked a few of the Sons to help move Blush. Happy, Chibs and Juice came down. Her ex for some fucked up reason showed up at the house. An ensuing fight between them had him hitting her. Blush punched him back. He went to hit her again when Happy walked in front of her.

“You got a problem with her, then you got one with me.”

He quickly left. Blush hugged Happy tightly. Bets told him everything later. Blush shook the memory away but had a smirk.

“I shoulda hit him. Just once,” he laughed.

“Asshole is such a weakling, you’d have killed him. You’re no fun in jail killing a pussy,” she laughed.

“Yeah your year was fucked, but you had the biggest highlight,me,” Happy said trying not to grin. “You doing ok?”

“Yeah. Finally got over being angry. Forgiving them actually helped,” she said accepting the beer Happy offered.

Happy nearly choked on his ,”How the fuck?”

“I said forgive. Not forget. Not trust. It was killing ME inside. My nature is to trust. I hardly trusted anything or anyone.”

Hap didn’t look convinced, “Yeah right.”

Blush grinned,”Happy think about this. Who was hurt?Who was lost?Who had to start over? Me. But if they hadn’t, I wouldn’t have had time with my parents before they died,” she said taking a swig of her beer.

Her voice had cracked. He ran his thumb over her pulse point of her wrist soothingly.

“You are something else”

“How’s your mom?,” she asked needing to change the subject.

He grinned,”Good. Got on my ass at Christmas like usual.”

“Such a good boy you are,”Blush teased, getting an eye roll with a grin,”Mind me asking what she got on you about?”

“Every visit, hints at grandkids and to at least bring a girl home before she dies.”

“Yup mine did too. Well, she begged me to find a better man than that loser. She said at one point she wouldn’t care if I would bring home a woman as long as I dumped his ass. She hated him.”

“Damn,she did. That gave me a thought, you and another woman,” he said wiggling his eyebrows.

Blush rolled her eyes at him,”Keep dreamin big boy. Ain’t ever gonna happen. Don’t swing that way.”

“That’s a jerk off dream,”he chuckled.

“And one I never want to know about Lowman.”

She blushed crimson. That’s what Happy wanted. She was so beautiful when she did. So natural.

“What’s your real name?”

“Inis Rose. I’ve been told,not sure how true it is, but Irish for Island Rose. I blush easily, so Blush is used. Plus it’s easier to pronounce.”

“I think Inis is a beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” he said, as a light blush appeared.

They heard the countdown. 3... 2... 1. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

“Happy New Year Inis Rose,” Happy said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

It took her by surprise. But a good one.

A smile crossed her face,”Happy New Year, Lowman,” she whispered, giving him a brief kiss.

It started to get chilly. Happy took off his jacket, placing it over her shoulders. Then pulled Blush into his lap, wrapping his arms around her.

“This is a perfect way to start this year,” he said, kissing her hand.

“Definitely”

Blush turned to look in his eyes. No mistaking the look,but one nighter or more.

“More than just tonight. That’s my answer,” he said, as if reading her unspoken thoughts. “You are definitely my type.”

“I’ve always thought that,” she replied grinning.

Happy turned her around to face him. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Happy pulled her a close as possible and pulled her face to his kissing her hungrily. Chibs and Bets were looking for her. They walked out and saw Happy kiss her.

“Bout time. The lad finally got his head out of his fucking arse. Found out he warned the prospects to stay away from her. Let’s leave em be,” Chibs grinned.

“Never thought Happy. Figured it’d be Tig,” Bets laughed as Chibs frowned and shook his head.

@everyhowlmarksthedead @chibsytelford @starrynite7114 @elcococruz @hermankopusortizorsumshite @arveeee @samcrobae @mayans-mc

#sons of anarchy #happy lowman #happy x reader #my writing

[starrywonn]

cafe latte

not requested

a/n: a purely self indulgent barista jisung au bc i was STRESSED and i was watching re-feel and a LOT of cafe videos

pairing: barista! han jisung x baker! reader

genre: fluff

scenario type: bulletpoint

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none

jisung was a barista at the nineteen cafe

honestly speaking, he didn’t even plan on working here

he helped his friend, chan, once because he was bored of waiting for him and somehow, he got dragged into working at the cafe

he wasn’t complaining though

i mean he got some pretty amazing coffee, unlike the acrid, watered down liquid the uni cafeteria served

and he got to hang out with his friends who also worked there

so jisung was a real winner here

until the cafe’s main baker, woojin leaves the shop

jisung was almost bawling when he announced it

jisung: does this mean i’ll never get to eat any of your chocolate croissants anymore??? T^T

woojin: if you keep this up, i’ll bring chocolate croissants for everyone but u

jisung: nOOOOO i’m sorry :“”“”“” i love u please…. not my croissants…..

honestly, at that point, woojin wasn’t even sure if jisung loved him or his pastries more

but woojin still had to leave and they had to find a replacement asap

recruitment posters were put up all over the campus

baker needed! nineteen cafe @ jyp university. walk-in interview

so when you, a broke university student, see it, you thank the heavens

you baked pretty often and your creations weren’t too bad if you said so yourself :]]

plus the cafe was on campus grounds so it’s definitely worth a shot

you stand outside the cafe and your legs turn to jelly

“come on y/n!! it’s just an interview!! you have to do this or you’ll spend the rest of your life broke!!!!!” you whisper scream to yourself

you finally make your way in and look around the cafe

soft acoustic music is accompanied by the chatter of patrons and the clinking of cups on ceramic saucers

a well-built man dressed in a white button up and black pants tends to the cash register

there’s no one ordering anything so you scutter up to the counter

“hi, uh, i’m here for the interview?”

“ok hold on,” the man turns around, “channnn, there’s someone here for the interviewww”

a blond walks out of the kitchen, covered in flour

“hey, i’m chan. the manager here. i’m gonna make this quick since i have to continue to try and make brownies,” he dusts his hands on his apron and gestures to an empty table in the cafe

“what’s your name?”

you stutter out your name and he scribbles it in a notebook he takes out from his pocket

“alright, y/n, how long have you been baking for?”

“about six years”

he scribbles again

after that, the interview is a blur from your sheer nervousness

“ok, this is the last bit. can you make a batch of brownies? we have to gauge your abilities”

you follow him to the kitchen

“wait, weren’t you trying to make them just now?”

chan ignores your question

“if you need anything, just call me!!”

and with that, he strides out of the kitchen

oh, wow, okay, so this was happening now

you put on the apron on the counter and pull out all the ingredients and utensils

it’s like something takes over you

your hands move on their own and it truly is a beautiful sight :“))))

jisung walks into the back to get ready for his shift but to get there, he has to get past the kitchen

the smell of chocolate wafts into his nose

he pauses

this was the best thing he’s ever smelt

"god? is that you?” jisung whispers

you snort, “yeah but you can call me y/n”

jisung freezes up and his eyes widen

“holy shit. cool. gotta go. uh, bye.”

jisung runs out and almost slams into chan

“woah woah woah, what’s got you so jittery??” chan asks

“nothing BYE”

jisung bolts for the cashier, “ changbin, i’m here!!!! you can go nOw”

changbin, although very confused, leaves

it’s about a little into jisung’s shift when you come out to call chan

in your hands are a tray of the freshly baked brownies

you offer one to chan and he almost cries from joy

“this …. is absolutely amazing….”

he passes one to jisung who is still shaking on the inside

jisung bites a corner off the chocolatey treat

he almost swears that his soul leaves his body because it was THAT good

he gives you a thumbs up and a big smile

chan offers your brownies to a few others who all give great responses, making your confidence shoot up

“okay, y/n, we’ll send you an email if you’re accepted,” chan says

“ok, thanks”

you leave the store and celebrate

that went way better than you had expected

all you have to do now is to wait

that can’t be that hard right?

oh but it was

every notification from your phone and laptop made you leap from your chair

it’s two days later when you get the email

dear y/n, we are pleased to announce that you have been hired as nineteen cafe’s new baker. please come to the cafe tomorrow for your first day. thank you.

*cue celebration pt.2*

the next morning, you bust into the bakery, ready to kick some butt

the cafe is empty, save for chan and changbin setting up

the early morning light pours into the cafe through its ceiling-to-floor windows

chan notices you and hands you a slip of paper with all the stuff to be made

“there’s a file of recipes in the kitchen. it’s on the shelf above the bowls”

you thank him and look through the list

strawberry shortcake, coconut cake, chcoolate chip cookies, brownies, blueberry muffins, raspberry cheesecake

and there was a second page….

the list was so much longer than you expected

one thing at a time

you took out the bowls and ingredients

following the recipe, you managed to whip up a pretty decent cake

the rest of the baked goods you made were also pretty good

you place them in the display fridge

you heaved a sigh of relief

you didn’t screw up on your first day!!!!

go you!!!

second day of work

good news: chan gives you free reign to experiment and come up with new stuff

bad news: the stand mixer breaks

worse news: the stand mixer can only be fixed a week later

kind of good news??: you’re gonna get buff

so you have to ask for help from the rest of the nineteen staff

working with all of them, BUT jisung, is great

but you have to get help from him since you don’t always wanna bother everyone too often

search chaos in the dictionary and you’ll get a photo of you and jisung baking

you’ll make a bowl of batter and having that half that bowl gone after 5 minutes

“HOW AREN’T YOU DEAD FROM SALMONELLA YET??¿?¿¿??”

or when you bake anything with chocolate

oh my GOD

you’ll go to grab a baking pan

and when you come back, the packet is suddenly so light

you: did you eat the chocolate again

jisung, chocolate covering his mouth:

you:

jisung, chocolate still covering his mouth: …no

he’d pop into the kitchen even when you don’t need his help just to screw with you

“oooOOOoo, is this a new recipe”

“nope. also don’t eat the chocolate chip cookies,” you say, still focused on making frosting

jisung just lets out a roar of laughter

“ok i won’t”

“but i’ll eat the muffins”

“jisUNG NO”

but all that eating of RAW batter and other stuff finally gets to him

jisung calls in sick

as much as you want to laugh at him, you’re kind of concerned,,,,

like he ate,,,, so much,,,,

you ask chan for jisung’s address so you can visit him

he gives you a face but gives you the address anyways

while carrying some porridge and medicine, you knock on his door

a very pale and dishevelled jisung opens the door but he gives you his usual goofy smile

“can’t get enough of me huh?” he chuckles weakly

“yea, sure whatever you want to think. anyways, i brought some stuff”

“come on in. it’s a little bit of a mess though”

his coffee table is covered in papers and his laptop is playing an episode of brooklyn nine-nine

cushions are strewn on the couch, a blanket draped over them

“i’ll leave the medicine on your kitchen counter but you should eat the porridge now before it gets cold”

jisung nods and you hand him the tupperware box

he gladly opens it and eats a spoonful

“this is so good,” jisung says

“thanks”

you sit next to him quietly as you watch the show

“how are you feeling??” you muster up

“i literally have not seen the light of day in 5 YEARS, my stomach has not known pain like this” he says between mouthfuls of porridge

“that’s what you get for eating so much RAW batter”

“i know but it was so GOOD!! it was totallly worth it”

you shoot a glare at him and he returns a cheeky smile

you try your best to keep a straight face but you can’t help laughing at him

the buzzing of your phone calls for your attention

you grab it and look at the caller id

“oh shit. sorry ‘sung, i gotta go. uni calls! bye!!”

you scurry out of jisung’s apartment and sprint to campus for your project

a few days pass and jisung returns to work

he’s back to almost bouncing off the walls

but when he comes into the kitchen with your tupperware box and a cup of coffee in his hands, he’s flushed red

jisung leaves them on the counter and zooms out of the kitchen

you finish kneading the bread and pick up the cup of coffee

a heart sits on top of the foamy milk

you take a few sips before realising the small piece of paper on the saucer

your cheeks feel a slight warmth as you read the note

“thanks for the food and stuff!! let’s get dinner some time soon ok?? - jisung”

you kind of want to scream but you probably shouldn’t

what do you do????

do you text him??? tell him in real life??? give him another note???? maybe you should just burn the note and pretend he never gave anything to you???? 

all that fills your mind for the rest of the day is the note

soon, it’s the end of both yours and jisung’s shift

you grab your stuff from the lockers in the back

as you try to leave, jisung tries to enter the narrow doorway

you shuffle left and jisung shuffles right

“sorry,” you say as you go in the opposite direction

and so does jisung

HHHHHH

you stay put as jisung moves past you

turning around, you call out, “hey 'sung! are you free right now? i know a good sushi place around here”

jisung almost jumps from his skin and you can see the crimson creeping up his ears under the fluorescent lighting

“yea- yea i am!! just give me a minute to grab my stuff,” he replies

he comes out with his backpack soon after

jisung grabs your hand and brings you out of the cafe

“lead the way!!”

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids bulletpoint scenarios #han scenarios #han imagines #han bulletpoint scenarios #han jisung scenarios #han jisung imagines #han jisung bulletpoint scenarios #han jisung #bp: han jisung #bp: stray kids #w: han jisung #w: stray kids

[yaachtynoboat711]

Fonder Ch. 3

A/N: Hopefully, this isn’t as angsty as the previous chapters have been. I have become a monster 😭😭😭. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy. Enjoy the houseclaim link too.

Word Count: 1966

Warning(s): Angst, slow burn

Friday, September 12, 2014, Los Angeles, California, 9:35 a.m., Winston’s Apartment

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Fuck. Already?”, Winston muttered to himself as he slowly twisted his body to shut the alarm off. Nearly three months after his breakup with Yaa and he still wasn’t used to not being greeted with a funny text of some sorts from her. No funny voicemail or meme to start the day off with. Fuck, I miss her.

His phone buzzed; it was from Michelle, his new girlfriend of almost a month and a half. She was sweet and caring, but not Yaa by a long shot. They kinda just met—no bells and whistles. They met at a coffee shop when he was filming for Person of Interest. She was coming to town for a few weeks for an assignment. As a freelance journalist, she didn’t have a choice to pick or choose what assignment to take.

“Hey, you.”, Winston answered.

“How are you, honey?”, she replied.

“Just waking up. Have you boarded yet?”

“They’re about to close the door. Calling you to remind you that my flight gets here at 2:35 and—“

“—and you want me to pick you up? I was actually thinking about letting you hang out at the airport for a few while I got dinner ready.”, he suggested nonchalantly.

“What? Winston,no! Why would you do that? You don’t want me there or something?”, she squeaked.

“Geez, Michelle, r e l a x. I was kidding! Can’t take a joke?”, he answered defensively. Michelle definitely wasn’t Yaa. By now, Yaa would’ve cussed him completely out before adding, “That’s why I’ll get some old dick or my side nigga to come get me, since you playin’ so goddamn muhfuckin’ much.” Yup, Khalida was a Carolina reaper and Michelle was a bell.

“Ok. I’ll call you when I land. Talk you then!” The phone clicked.

“Damn,bye.”, he said as he locked his phone.

After he showered, he walked into kitchen to hear Power 106 playing “Tuesday”. His song at the moment. Bop and bop, he danced without a care in the world. He’d had a productive week after all: he’d just returned from New York for more work, met his audition quote for the month, and folded his clothes the moment they came out of the dryer. He was long overdue for a haircut, but hey, he wasn’t trying to impress anyone.

Since it was Friday, he had laxed schedule: gym, pick Michelle up, date at the house, take her to her hotel, and possibly watch some TV or Netflix.

But, since he had time before going to the gym, he was going out for a run.

4:27 p.m., Vons

Going to the gym before running bus errands was probably the dumbest decision he’d made in a minute. His thighs were still on fire and so were his arms. Dumbass. He sat in Vons’ parking lot for a breather and to Google what wine goes with lemon chicken piccata. Yaa had taught him the basics of wine pairing, but advanced pairings weren’t quite his forte. Sauvignon blanc. Bet.

Winston confidently walked into Vons ready to conquer the wine and spirits aisle. He got a little too overzealous; he went to the wrong aisle. When he finally made it to the right one, he just about had a heart attack. Is that—nah. She wouldn’t be out here. Lemme go over one more aisle and come through the other way to get a better look. He tussled with the idea that she would be in California, but then again, what other copper loc’d, Alabama crimson and houndstooth wearing, thick Black woman would be in Malibu? It is Khalida.

He conjured up the perfect plan: she was glued to her phone (when wasn’t she?), so he would intentionally bump into her cart so she could look up. Here goes nothing.

He got closer to the middle of the aisle, taking his box of cereal out of his hand basket. He bumped into her, causing his cereal to fall from his grip and her her phone.

“Goodness, I am so so sorry. I need to stop driving distrac—”, she finally looked up and her eyes immediately bugged out, dropping the box of cereal. “Winston?! Wh-wh...What are you do-doing out in Malibu?”, she tried searching for words. Winston chuckled deeply.

“It’s nice to see you, too, K.D.”, he said unenthusiastically. “The question is: what are you doing in California?”

The two hugged deeply. Three months apart and the spark was still there. They both took in each other’s scents and finally separated.

One thing he definitely noticed about her was that she was taking of her self. Fresh re-twist and color? Check. Skin cleared up? Most def. Been to the gym? Had she?! She was thicker, yet toned. Her ex-boyfriend had to be responsible. My God from Zion, she still looks like an image of beauty.

“Well, not even a week after we broke up, Kimya and I get a call saying we’d been invited to work out here in L.A. on this secret project. It’s due October 20th and we’re leaving November 1st. How’s LA been treating you?”

“I’ve been back in New York actually filming Person of Interest. I think I recalled you watching it at some point.” Why couldn’t I have just waited?!

“Word? I stopped watching after the first season if we’re keeping it a hunnit. How big of a role are we talking?”, she crossed her arms in anticipation of his answer.

He was ready to brag now. “I can’t say much, but it’s a pivotal role in the season’s progression. I’m playing someone totally opposite of myself.” He was feeling himself; he sported a full grin. “You look good. Working out?” Yes, God, she is. Blessed be.

She noticed him staring at her slightly toned but oh so edible thighs. Her calves were more defined. Thanks to dancing and working out with Matt, she was physically in the best shape of her life.

“I have, actually. Thanks for noticing.” She jokingly struck a pose. “ANYWAYS, I gotta go because I got oxtails braising on the stove and that’s the only thing that should be braising when I get back.” Oxtail?!?! Surely, that’s not just for her. Has to be Matt. Lucky bastard. She picked up the wine she came in for.

“That’s what I came for, too. I have a uh...date tonight and I just googled what to get in the parking lot.” They laughed.

Even though she laughed, he could sense her energy shift.

“A date?! Who’s the lucky winner?”, she asked.

“Her name is Michelle. She’s a freelance writer. You seeing anybody?” He asked with bated breath.

Khalida nodded and covered her mouth as she processed the new information. “A freelance writer? Nice.” Her energy reverted. “And to answer your question, nope. This project gotcha girl swamped. I don’t have time to entertain a relationship.”, she was partially lied. I'm surprised she didn’t pull anyone the week after our relationship. I’m amazed Matt hasn’t scooped her up.

Winston looked down at his watch. “Shit! I gotta go start dinner. Before I go, here’s my new number. It was nice seeing you.” He gave her his new number and they exchanged addresses before they hugged one last time and traveled their separate ways.

Deep down, he wanted to just scoop her up and drown her in kisses, but he still had to go home to Michelle.

“Hey, Wins.”, she called out, walking back towards the end of the aisle. He quickly snapped his head around.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t be a stranger.”

He lowered his head and laughed. “I won’t. I promise.”

8:36 p.m., Winston’s apartment

He replayed that in his head over and over again. Why did I just let her go like that? For some reason, he decided to play an Apple Music break-up playlist . Of all the songs that aided him with the agonizing break-up, only one spoke to him: She’s Out of My Life by Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson was Khalida’s all-time favorite artist (second was Beyoncé), so the pain stung a tad more. She kinda hated that song because she wanted to know, in her exact words,“who the fuck would hurt my good dawg Mike the way they did. Punk ass bitch. ” The thought of Khalida cursive a hypothetical person out 35 years after the fact always made him cackle. Even though the song came out in 1979, Michael was speaking to Winston’s exact to situation.

It’s out of my hands

It’s out of my hands

To think for [seven months] she was here

And I took her for granted, I was so cavalier

Now the way that it stands, she’s out of my hands.

So I learned that love's not possession

And I learned that love won’t wait

Now I’ve learned that love needs expression

But I learned too late

Winston stared off into the abyss, deep within his thoughts, and tears staining his face as the song looped for what seemed like an eternity. It was true: he sorta realized that he was being possessive about their love and that love wouldn’t wait. Damn Khalida for being right the whole time. Damn Carrie for throwing that stupid prophecy over their heads and ultimately being right. Damn Michael Jackson for making this song especially for him. But mostly, damn himself for allowing himself for pursuing a woman out of his league like Yaa. She was walking Black Girl Magic and he didn’t deserve to be in the same room as her, yet alone call himself her boyfriend.

He could hear his phone ringing in the other room. He let it ring and it rang once more before he got up to answer it.

He took the phone off the charger and saw 2 missed calls from his mom. Shit,shit shit. He tapped on the notification with the quickness; she quickly answered.

“Winston, my son, I called you twice. I began to worry.”, his mom opened.

“I know, I’m sorry,mum. I was in another room. Everything ok?”, he answered.

“I should be asking you the same question. I’ve been worried about you lately.” She could sense something was wrong with her youngest born. “I called because I’m worried about you.”

He sat up. “Wh-what? Why?”

“I sense an emptiness in your voice and in your spirit, Winston.”

“An emptiness?”

“Yes, my child, an emptiness. Like someone stripped away something precious.”

“I...I couldn’t honestly tell you. I may just be homesick and missing you.”

He wasn’t totally wrong, but neither was he telling the whole truth. While he was adjusting to the rapid LA pace and lifestyle as the “new normal”, part of that new normal was adjusting to his life without Khalida. It was rough, but he was managing.

“Well, just know that I’m praying for you. I don’t know what it is that void, but whatever it may be, don’t allow to rob you of the joy God has blessed you with, eh? It is my prayer that you find peace and comfort. I want you to have a full and complete life, ok? I love you.”, she said.

He flicked away the tear that fell. “I love you,too.”

Leave it to his mother to say what needed to be said without actually knowing what was actually going on. He sat at the edge of the bed, thinking about how much growth and maturity that needed to take place in his life. Khalida mentioned it before their break-up and she was right. Both of them needed to grow before they could be together again. The repairs on the plane were in its beginning stages.

Tag List, You’re Doing Amazing ,Sweetie.

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#thefonderseries #winston x yaa #dukeandthedoctor #winston duke x oc #winston duke imagine

[lostintheheadphones]

Lunar's Crimson Days

Lunar

Lunar scribble as quick as she could. She looked at her card and frowned. Qamar looked over her shoulder and nudged her.

"What's wrong?" Qamar asked

"It's to corney...."

"No it's not, I think its adorable."

"You think anything I do is adorable."

"......In my defense, you make alot of faces that I think are cute."

"Now who's being cute?"

Lunar sighed and leaned back more in her chair. When suddenly she heard footsteps behind her. She scrambled to shove the card in her work desk and turned only to see it was Shadow, not Asher. She sighed in relief and looked up at Shadow.

"What's up?"

"Why so jumpy Lunar? "

"N-no reason...."

"Did I catch you staring at a picture of Asher again?"

"I wasn't staring at it last time!"

"Suuuuurrreeee. Anyways gear up. We got places to go, people and things to shoot."

Lunar groaned.

"Give me a second I gotta switch out my stuff."

"Well hurry up! We are taking my ship today!"

"Why your ship?"

"Don't ask questions! Get your stuff we're already late."

Lunar jumped up and ran to get the rest of her stuff.

Shadow

Shadow opened the drawer Lunar had hastily hid whatever it was she was freaking out about. She moved several things around before she came apon her card. She held back on laughing at her poor love sick friend. She knew Lunar wouldn't give it to Asher. Maybe she could help her out this one time. Ethier way itd be an interesting outcome.

Shadow grabbed the card out and shut the drawer. She only had a few minutes before Lunar would come running back to her. She went over to Asher's desk and left the card on his desk. As she did she radioed him on coms. His annoying voice came out as bossy as ever.

"Who is this? What do you want?"

"Hey metal hand. I'm stealing your assistant again. Just thought I'd let you know. She said she left something important for you on your desk."

"What?! You can't just-"

"Ok your voice is getting annoying. Bye~"

Shadow clicked off coms and went to wait for Lunar by her ship. She was hoping the mission would take long enough that she'd get to see how this played out. She seen Lunar barreling towards her and grinned.

"Sorry I couldn't find something."

"Its fine, ready to go?"

"Yeah. What exactly are we doing?"

Lunar walked besides her as they sat in the ship. Shadow locked down the ship and turned to Lunar.

"About that. We need to clear somewhere out....."

"Shadow... why did you lock the ship?"

"And there's alot of Hive and Ogres."

Lunar stood up and pointed her finger at Shadow.

"You let me out of this ship right now!"

"Its time you face your fears Lunar! Also prepare for entry!"

As she yelled that Shadow and Lunar transmated into the middle of an area full of Hive.

Lunar pulled her gun out and frowned.

"I'm gonna murder you when we get out of here."

"You can try but you wont be the first who's failed!"

As she yelled that they both jumped into battle.

Almost a day later

Lunar

Lunar collapsed on a seat in the back of Shadows ship. It had been a gruesome and tiring fight. It had seemed like they were endless. But some how they had managed to clear up most of the area. Suddenly Shadow clicked on coms from the cockpit.

"How you doing buddy."

"I'm to tired to curse at you."

"Aww I love you too."

"I'm so tired that was a nightmare. Theres no possible way this can get worse."

"Be careful what you wish for."

Suddenly Lunar seen Asher was attempting to contact her on coms.

"Give me a sec. Asher's trying-"

"Just patch him through ours I'll mute myself."

"Fine I'm to tired."

Ashers voice came through reminding Lunar she was glad she had survived that mission.

"Lunar?"

"Yes? Sorry I've been gone so long I didnt expect-"

"Its ok that's not why I'm contacting you. I wanted to talk to you about what you left for me on my desk."

"What are you talking abou-"

"Now I know my existence is quite overwhelming. And I'm flattered you seem to think very highly to me-"

"What on earth are you going on about Asher?"

"The card you drew and left for me?"

Lunar was so horrified she paused unable to make words, suddenly she heard a crunching sound on the coms. It was then that she realized what had happened.

"SHADOW ARE YOU EATING ON COMS?!"

"Whoops I forgot to mute.*click*"

"Asher I'm.... I'll.... I will talk to you about this later. I need to do something real quick."

"I'll be waiting then."

After Asher left the conversation Lunar yelled into her coms.

"SHADOW!"

"*click* Yes?"

"I swear! How could you I-"

"*crunch*"

"ARE YOU STILL EATING?!"

"Danmit I forgot to mute again"

"That's it!"

"System lockdown initiated"

"SHADOW!"

"*crunch* Hey everything turned out ok. You're alive and Asher seems to have a positive reaction to it. You should be thanking me! Now you wont be alone on crimson days. Anyways enjoy your timeout. *click*"

#asher mir #asher #asher is bae #shadow #lunar #lunar rose #crimson day's #crimson #destiny #destiny/destiny 2 #destiny 2 #destiny forsaken #destiny original character #destiny oc

[tired-wolfe]

CGs Comfy Place

Large Pesterlog below cut

CHW RIGHT NOW opened memo on board GGS COMFY PLACE. CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCG: AYO IT'S KANKRI. CHW: Its alm9st danger9us h9w when I'm typing elsewhere and the mem9 69ard thing p9ps up, if I d9n't n9tice 6ecause im typing it'll just enter me int9 the mem9, haha, 6ut hell9, it is me. CURRENT gardenGnostic104 [CGG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CGG: oh, hi there! CCG: SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING THE OTHER DAY... I...GOT WOKEN UP. CURRENT gallowsCalibratorr [CGC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CGC: Y3S H1 CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CEB: hi! CURRENT timaeusTestified [CTT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTT: Hello, everyone. CGG: ok, i got a video, i don't know if you saw or heard it before CGG:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Se9TyhKuXqE CHW: Y9u are fine Karkat, I understand. Th9ugh I did miss y9u when y9u were g9ne. There was s9 much left I had t9 sh9w y9u. S9 we'll have t9 d9 that again, may6e when y9u d9n't have t9 6ash y9ur head int9 a desk t9 d9 s9. H9w, is y9ur head 6y the way? CCG: WOW. CGC: H4H4 1V3 S33N TH4T  B3FOR3 CGC: FUNNY SH1T CCG: YOU JUST WHOLEASS TOLD AN ENTIRE MEMO ABOUT THE DESK INCIDENT. CCG: THAT WAS *CONFIDENTIAL*, KANKRI. CHW: 9h- CGC: H4H4HH4 CHW: s9rry CGC: BUST3D CGC: OOOH SN4P CHW: # I'm really 6ad at letting cats 9ut 9f 6ags CGC: 1T W4S WORTH 1T CEB: why are you bashing your head into desks?? CHW: # Y9u have t9 tell me 6ef9re hand that its c9nfidential 9therwise I assume its pu6lic kn9wledge CCG: TO FALL ASLEEP. CGC: DO YOU N33D 4 B4ND 41D FOR YOUR BOO BOO K4RK4T CCG: ):B CGC: H4H4H4 CHW: Karkey has sleeping pr96lems 6ut came t9 visit me in the 6u66le~ CCG: YOU'RE ALL ASSES. I'LL SMITE EVERYONE IN THIS MEMO. CCG: KANKRI SHUT UP. CCG: ANYWAYS. CEB: i mean, i guess that's one way to do it. have you tried laying in a troll slime bed thing and closing your eyes? CHW: # I'll shut up, s9rry CCG: NO, JOHN, I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NEVER TRIED TO FALL ASLEEP BY NORMAL MEANS, NOT EVEN A SINGLE FUCKING TIME IN MY WHOLE LIFE. WHAT A RIDICULOUS CONCEPT! CHW: # sn9rt CEB: you should try it sometime. :B CHW: # y9ung me was the same CCG: I WANT TO THROTTLE YOU. CGC: C4LM 1T HOT HORNS CHW: Karkey d9n't use vi9lence CCG: YOU JUST CALLED ME KARKEY IN FRONT OF A GOOD NUMBER OF PEOPLE. CCG: I'M GOING TO TAKE YOUR FUCKING KNEECAPS. CHW: Yes? Is, that a pr96lem? I th9ught- 6ut, its just a cute nickname CHW: # sad CCG: I'M DYING INSIDE. CEB: rest in peace. </3 CGG: oh, gosh, i think we just derailed a bit CCG: I'M FORCING ERIDAN TO GET HIS ASS OUT OF BED SO HE CAN JOIN THIS MEMO. CGC: OH GOG CEB: i don't think there was ever any rails. CHW: 9h g9d CHW: Why 6ring the Amp9ra int9 this? CGC: 1M JUST SLOWLY F4D1BG 4W4Y CCG: HEY, ERIDAN IS PRETTY COOL, SHUT THE FUCK UP GUYS. CHW: # Please d9n't ask me t9 get Cr9nus 6ecause I'd s99ner d9u6le die CHW: /:6 CCG: NO ONE SAID SHIT ABOUT CRONUS. YOU'RE THE ONE WHOSE MIND ALWAYS GOES TO HIM. CEB: i don't know either of them. CCG: THERE HE IS. HEY ERIDAN. CHW: My mind isn't ALWAYS 9n him CCG: YOU SURE? CGG: hi, eridan! CHW: 9h g9d h9w c9uld say such gr9ss stuff CURRENT caligulasAquarium [CCA] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCA: hey CCG: IT REALLY SEEMS LIKE IT IS. CHW: Hell9 9ther amp9ra. CCG: YOU ALWAYS FUCKING TALK ABOUT HIM DUDE. CHW: N-n9 n9 I am n9t! CCG: HIS NAME IS ERIDAN, NOT "OTHER AMPORA". CHW: I d9 n9t always 6ring up Cr9nus. # excuse me while I g9 thr9w up CCG: DUDE. CCA: lets not talk about that primitivve praisin lump a grease in my prescence the read a such comparisons alone makes me wwanna throww up CCG: JEEZ, OK. SOMEBODY'S IN DENIAL. CCA: lets just CHANGE the topic entirely howw about that CCG: FOR ONCE I AGREE WITH ERIDAN. CHW: I agree with y9u CHW: Lets, talk a69ut instead, s9mething much less upsetting f9r all CEB: cats. CCG: EVERY TIME KANKRI SAYS A WORD THAT HAS THE LETTERS "BO" IN IT I LAUGH. CCG: I HAVE THE MINDSET OF A WRIGGLER. CGC: BO CHW: Yeah, sure, lets d9 that. Cats are nice, s9ft. CCG: 69. CHW: 699 CGC: W41T 1 FORGOT 1M NOT K4NKR1 CHW: hahaha CGC: FUCKS S4K3 CCG: YOU GOOD TEREZI? CHW: Terezi, are y9u 9kay CGC: Y34H CEH ceased responding to memo. CGG: ok, here's a cat video CGG:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_S5cXbXe-4 CEB: ehehe. 69 CCA: its ignominious havvin to read evverythin you guys say to each other CCG: I WANT MY GAMZEE TO COME ONLINE SO HE CAN GET HIS ASS IN THIS MEMO BUT HE NEVER COMES ONLINE UNTIL LIKE. CCG: 3PM AT THE EARLIEST. CCG: AND CURRENTLY IT'S ONLY 1. CCG: UNFORTUNATE. CHW: 9h, its 4:13 here CTT ceased responding to memo. CHW: 9h, 6ake it, I supp9se CCG: WACK. CCG: SLAHOUDGIASUHKDHASDGEYRIUEJRFJDHSK CURRENT tidsopitmistTranquillity [CTT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTT: Uh. CCG: WHO THE FUCK IS THAT. CTT: Me. CTT: Thats whom CCG: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU. CGG: oh, hi there! CTT: Hey owo CGC: WHO CCA: you havve no idea the extent i gotta crain my neck to be able to see your dastardly lightened text colour CCG: OWO. CCG: UWU. CHW: Karkat has s9me 9f the 6est reacti9ns CGC: TH3 FUCK 1S YOU CEB: gotta put my glasses on to read that color. CTT: Okay CTT: Has my family seriously forgotten me CCG: YOUR TEXT COLOR IS THE SAME COLOR AS A LEMON CANDY CANE I JUST GOT DONE BREAKING MY FUCKING TEETH ON. CHW: Even I am struggling, may6e its 6ecause my eyes d9n't exactly have pupils th9ugh CCG: YOUR FAMILY? CTT: That's sad as shit. CCG: YOU HAVE A FAMILY? CCG: I FEEL BAD FOR THEM, HOLY SHIT. CGC: HUH CGC: 1M SO CONFUS3D CCA: maybe its cause your busy ogglin that tommyrotted shitwwit alternate a myself CCG: ME TOO. CCA: evver think about that CGC: SOM3ON3 F1LL M3 1N WH4T TH3 FUCK SORT OF BR41N C3LL 4M 1 M1SS1NG CTT: Wow. CCG: ERIDAN, DON'T START SHIT. CCG: TEREZI I KIN THAT STATEMENT. CEB: karkat and i share -3 braincells. CCA: im not startin shit kar i am being nothin but CIVVLIZIED and PROPER here just by the basic vvirtue a me talkin CCG: YEAH. CCA: oh fuck CCA: my browwnies CCA: bee ar be CGC: 4LSO SHUT TH3 FUCK YOU F1SH WHY DONT YOU GO SUCK YOURS3LF L1K3 YOU DO 3V3RY N1GHT CCG: DEAR GOD. CEB: wow! damn. CTT: God damn it CGC: Y34H CCG: TEREZI SNAPPED. CGC: 1M 1N 4 B1T OF 4 B4D MOOD TOD4Y SORRY 3V3RYON3 CTT: I looked away for a bit and I return to chaos. Good god. CCG: JAMES CHARLES VOICE. SISTER SNAPPED. CTT: DAMN IT CTT: Stop. CEB: karkat please no. CTT: Fighting CTT: H CGC: R1GH TOK CGC: FORGOT HOW TO FUNCT1ON CCA: ivve hardly said anythin deservvin a vvitriol and scorn rez wwhy dont you shovve your tongue wwhere your crimson eyesockets are you are such a pain in my ass connivvin blueberry CCA: i mean i wwasnt evven TALKIN to you CCG: OK, EITHER DIRK OR THE LEMON GUY IS GOING TO HAVE TO CHANGE THEIR TEXT COLOR. CCG: I CAN'T HANDLE THIS. CCA: mind your owwn business CTT ceased responding to memo. CCG: ONE OF YOU BITE THE BULLET AND CHANGE IT. CCG: OH. CCG: THAT WORKS TOO. CCG: BYE DIRK. CGG: :/ CEB: i thought dirk was the lemon guy damn. CGC: OK WH4T3V3R 3R1D4N CCG: NO, HE'S THE ORANGE GUY. CCA: hey kar CCG: HEY. CHW: W-wait ARE Y9U SAYING THAT I AM HAVING A HARD TIME SEEING 6ECAUSE IM F9CUSED 9N CR9NUS???? CGC: S4D S4CK CCG: WHAT. CCA: wwhy dont wwe ditch this popsickle stand CCG: FOR FUCK'S SAKE KANKRI, YOU'RE SLOW AS HELL. CCG: HUH? CTT: Son of a bitch CEB: at the bottom of the screen it looked the same okay? CGC: WH4T CCG: WE? AS A COLLECTIVE? CTT: What are you even fighting about CGC: OK4Y 1 G1V3 UP TRY1NG TO COMPR3H3ND CCG: ME TOO. CGG: i don't even know CHW: Im s9rry that p9rrim pestered me and this mem9 is flying CCA: im just sayin this display is nothin but a bloody mess a  recalictrant scorn wwe might as wwell hang out or somethin you and i CHW: Im s9 fucking pissed right n9w CCA: plus CCA: past you DID say hed be wwillin to do so CTT: Trigger warning CCG: I MEAN CHW: # Fr9thing Rage CCG: OK. CGC: K4NKR1 SW34R1NG 1S 4 W34R OCC4S1ON WH4TS UP CHW: # literal fire in my eyes CCA: really you arent bee essin me here CCG: I DON'T MIND HANGING OUT IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT TO DO. CTT: EVERYONE BE TRIGGERED CCG: NO, I'M NOT. CGC: C4NT R3L4T3 CCG: KANKRI IS GOING OFF THE SHITS HELP. CGC: WHY CCA: my hivve or yours CTT: OH SHIT GUARD THE STAIRS CHW: Fucking I cant 6ELIEVE y9u w9uld say such gr9ss stuff CGC: WH4T CTT: They be FALLING DOWN THEM CHW: # Fucking flipping my literal shit CGC: W H 4 T CGC: HDU13F U1H RFR CGC: R3QFH1UCRH FRGHTVU 5G CGC: GTJ1 VRGT CTT: oh my God. CCA: wwoww that strawwberry shortcake is such a flippin drama machine it is truly pathetic CGC: V3GGU9TR CGC: GU9TRHY CTT: AUshdgdhd CTT: Jdhdbsnstshhdgd CGC: HTR9UHT3UH3 CTT: Dtthshshskwhe CTT: D CEB: what is CCA: shut the hell up CEB: stop CGC: 3UH9TRHUYR4U CHW: Eridan G9 FUCK Y9URSELF CTT: No CHW: Cause # N9 9ne else will CGC: BGT90YBH CCG: RIGHT NOW I FEEL LIKE THIS IS THE TEXTUAL EQUIVALENT OF SCREAMING TO MAKE MY VOICE HEARD OVER A LOUD CROWD TO COMMUNICATE WITH ERIDAN. CCG: HELP. CTT: Uncle John what the fuck is good going on CCA: this is exactly wwhy you and i ought to be messagin each other separately CGC: W3LL TH3N HOW 4BOUT TH1S CCA: glad youre agreein wwith me bro i can alwways count on you CGG: oh, gosh! CEB: i'm sorry what? CCG: OK, FUCK, DM ME ERIDAN. CCG: I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING. CCA: wwhy dont you dee em me CCG: IT WAS YOUR IDEA! CCG: BUT FINE. I'LL BE THE MATURE ONE. CHW: Eridan said I c9uldn't see lem9n candy text 6ecause I was f9cused 9n Cr9nus. When we all had pr96lems with the c9l9r CGG: gamzee is here CGC: FOR FUCKS S4K3 CURRENT terminallyCapricious [CTC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTC: HeY. CTT: Oh honkY CCA: ugh CGC: OH H3LL NO CCG: KANKRI, SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND COOL IT BEFORE I BAN YOU. CTT: HEY CCG: ERIDAN, DON'T PROVOKE HIM LIKE THAT. CTT: God damn it why are you so rude to each other CHW: H9w w9uld y9u feel if s9me9ne said such a thing a69ut y9u Karkat? CCG: NO ONE ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION, LEMON MAN. CCA: wwhat do you mean provvoke wwho CCG: GO SUCK A CACTUS. CTT: Yeah. CCA: i havve no idea wwho the hell you are talkin about CEB: i really have no idea what's happening. CGC: M3 4ND G4MZ33 DONT H4V3 4 GOOD H1STORY TOG3TH3R CCA: i havvent been provvokin no one wwhat a slanderous thing to imply CHW: # g9es t9 sweater t9wn CCG: EVERYONE STOP TALKING. CHW: # huffs CCG: LET ME GET MY SHIT TOGETHER. CGC: 1 TH1NK TH4TS 4 V4L1D 3NOUGH R34SON CCA: ill havve you knoww that crimson soaked sack a lard has been provvokin ME if anythin CTT: Okay. CCG: ERIDAN. CCG: SHUT. CCG: UP. CCG: FOR ONCE. CCG: PLEASE. CHW: Fucking WHAT CCA: ok fine CTT: #shooshpap CCA: wwhat do i care any wway CCG: KANKRI. CCG: DON'T START. CGC: TH1S 1S 4 M3SS CCG: I'M TRYING TO MEDIATE HERE. CTT: #shooshpap CCG: LEMON GUY, FUCK OFF. CHW: I'm N9T starting it, HE DID CHW: # Excuse CURRENT turntechGodhead [CTG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTG: "comfy place" my ass CTT: #SOOOooos- CCG: DAVE. CCG: HELP. CGC: YOU KNOW 1TS 4LL GON3 TO SH1T WH3N K4RK4T 1S TH3 ON3 TRY1NG TO M4K3 3V3RYON3 C4LM CCA: wwoah bro this is nothin if not flatterin but i dont think auspitizism is really the sorta establishment you should be sullyin yourself into at this moment no offense CTG: i wasn't even paying attention CTG: what's happening CCG: WAIT YOU'RE NOT THE DAVE I'M FAMILIAR WITH. I'M BLIND AND CAN'T READ HANDLES. CCG: ERIDAN I'LL KILL YOU. CTT: People being assholes CCA: uh CEB: it's, uh, chaotic. CHW: Please d9 CCA: wwoww CHW: WAIT CHW: D9NT CGG: the memo went crazy CCA: talk about straight forwward CHW: I d9nt want him in the 6u66les! CCG: I SWEAR I AM THIS CLOSE CCG: | | CCG: THAT CLOSE CCG: TO KICKING BOTH OF YOU. CCG: TEST ME. CHW: Karkat... CTT: I'm Dani terezi. Can ya use your like seer powers CCA: hmm CGC: H1T 1T F3RG13 CCA: wwell ok CCA: brb CHW: # p9uting CGC: D4N1 WHO CCG: CRY ABOUT IT, YOU LITTLE FUCK. CGC: WHO TH3 FUCK 1S YOU CTT: IM FROM EARTH C. CGC: 4H OK4Y CHW: I th9ught y9u cared a69ut me 9r s9mething.. I guess I was wr9ng. CGC: 1 KNOW SOM3ON3 C4LL3D D4N1 H4H4 CFL ceased responding to memo. CTT: Kankri. CCG: OH HERE WE FUCKING GO WITH THE GUILT TRIPPING. CEB: this is just what i needed to add a little spice to my afternoon. CCG: MARVELOUS. CTT: It's okay my boi CCG: THIS MEMO SINGLEHANDEDLY MANAGED TO KILL THE BRAIN CELLS I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE. CCA: hey im back CHW: # sulking CTT: Sometimes you gotta just go to sweater town CGG: :/ yeah, it's so crazy CEB: we just have -69 braincells now. CCG: KANKRI, I CARE MORE THAN ENOUGH ABOUT YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS MEMO FOR THAT MATTER, WHICH IS PRECISELY WHY I WANT YOU KNOCK THE BULLSHIT OFF AND STOP FIGHTING! CCG: I DON'T WANT ANYONE UPSET. CTT: #papshhosj CTT: Neither do i CCG: WELCOME BACK ERIDAN. CCG: OH FUCK GAMZEE IS ONLINE. CGC: C4N W3 JUST S4Y OK K4NKR1 YOU W3R3NT FOCUS1NG ON CRONUS TH3 T3XT W4S TOO H4RD TO R34D BUT TH4TS NO ON3S F4ULT CCA: thanks CTT: Let's back this up. CTG ceased responding to memo. CGC: 4ND 3R1D4N DONT G3T WORK3D UP OV3R K4NKR1 CHW: Thank y9u Terezi CGC: GOOD CCG: MY PURRBEAST IS STEPPING ONY M KEYYBOARD CCG: '; CCG: HELP. CTC: WhAt ThE MoThErFuCk Is EvEn HaPpEnInG. CGC: H4H4 CGC: TO MUCH TO B3 HON3ST CCG: GAMZEE DO YOU CARE IF I ADD ANOTHER GAMZEE TO THIS MEMO? THE MORE THE MERRIER, RIGHT? CCG: DOUBLE THE CLOWNERY? CGC: TW1C3 TH3 HONKS OH FUCK CTC: I DoNt CaRe. CTT: Okay. Mom Jade, of you remember hug me before I have a panic attack CGG: oh, gosh CHW: # deep 6reathing CCA: wworked up CCA: pshhh thats a fuckin laugh CCA: as if id let some detestable sack a ruddy text get me wworked up that foul no good pleb is hardly wworth steppin near my shadoww and at this point im findin all his petty references to my alternate to be nothin more than a salaicious display a utright denial CGC: WHY H4S TH1S 4LL GON3 TO SH1T -- CURRENT tidsopitmistTranquillity [CTT]  seriously more confused then my session made me -- CTT ceased responding to memo. CHW: # Karkat he's starting it again CGC: 1 D1DNT KNOWHOW TO WORD 1T OK4Y SH33SH CURRENT tidsopitmistTranquillity [CTT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTT: Son of a bitch CTT: Better CGC: 3R1D4N JUST STOP OK4Y C4N W3 4GR33 TH4T 1T W4S NO ON3S F4ULT CTT: Can you see me now CCA: sure wwhat evver CTT: Am I less lemonade CGC: GOOD CCA: its not like i actually care about wwhat happens in this line a convversation anywway CCA: hes the one wwho started it CTT: Gucci CHW: # Watching y9u CGC: 4LR1GHTY CGC: OK4Y CEB: are you guys chill now? is that done? CTT: I guess. CEB: fantastic. CTT: But this hype train. CCA: wwhered kar go CGC: HOP3 SO CGG: i hope so, too CCG: NOWHERE. CTT: Oh fuc CCG: WHY? MISS ME? CCA: hey CTT: Shi CCG: HEY. CTT: Hey CHW: 9h- I think I just realized s9mething. # Lips l9cked tight CCG: HUH? CGC: WH4T CGC: T1GHT 4SSHOL3 CGC: H4H4 CHW: N9 n9, I d9n't want t9 start any drama. CCA: wwhy dont you lock your fingers tighter methinks theyre the ones causin all this repartee any wway CHW: I'll just, privately tr9ll karkat and tell him CCG: TELL ME IN DMS KANKRI. I'M YOUR DANCESTOR. CCG: OH. CCG: GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE. FUCK YEAH. CGC: HUH CEB: well now i'm curious. CGC: M3 TOO CCG: HEY IT'S ANOTHER GAMZEE. CCG: ONE I ACTUALLY AM FAMILIAR WITH. CGC: OH OK CTC: WeLcOmE BrOtHeR. CHW: Its s9mething that y9u all pr96a6ly c9uld have figured 9ut 9n y9ur 9wn, when thinking hard 9n what Amp9ras are very kn9wn f9r. CGC: SORRY 1F 1 S33M 4 B1T OFF CCG: OH GOD. PAST taciturnlyCataclysmal [PTC] 420 HOURS AGO responded to memo. PTC: HeLl yEaH, hOw'S It gOiNg? :o) CCG: WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN THE PAST CGG: hi there! CCG: WHAT THE FUCK CHW: I'm sure if y9ur g99d at paying attenti9n the pieces will f9rm the wh9le puzzle f9r y9u t99 CGG: ok, that's weird CCG: ALSO, KANKRI, THAT THING YOU JUST MESSAGED ME? WACK. CCA: soon enough ill be knowwn for slittin your detestable carcass ovver my owwn personal grubloaf bun if you dont keep my name from your ovverbitten mouth mutant CCG: I DON'T KNOW IF I BELIEVE IT. CHW: True th9ugh CCA: howw about that CCG: ERIDAN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? CCG: WHO IS THAT DIRECTED AT? CCG: I'M SO LOST. CGC: STOOOOP CHW: Thats at me CHW: Karkat CCA: kankri a course wwho else CCG: GAMZEE. HELP ME. CCG: PLEASE. CHW: he is attacking me CHW: again CHW: 6ut # I started it CHW: # r9lls eyes CGG: this is already too much... CGG: :/ CHW: # have t9 tell y9u im r9lling my eyes 6ecause, N9 pupils 6ut whatever CCG: OK, YOU KNOW WHAT? CHW: # Amp9ra is a castest prick CTC: CaN I HaVe ThE HeAdS ErIdAn BrO? CCG banned CCA from responding to memo: [TIME OUT.]. CCG banned CHW from responding to memo: [TIME OUT.]. CHW RIGHT NOW opened memo on board GGS COMFY PLACE.

---- Was kicked for time out ----

CHW RIGHT NOW opened memo on board GGS COMFY PLACE. CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCG: OH GOD. CURRENT gardenGnostic104 [CGG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CGG: oh, again? CHW: # Excuse y9u PAST taciturnlyCataclysmal [PTC] 420 HOURS AGO responded to memo. PTC: So wHaT ThE MoThErFuCk'S ThIs mEmO AlL AbOuT? CCG: I SWEAR IF YOU TWO GO BACK AT IT I'LL FUCKING BAN YOU BOTH PERMANENTLY. CURRENT gallowsCalibratorr [CGC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CGC: NO 1D34 CCG: WE'RE UH CCG: BONDING. CHW: He was the 9ne wh9 threatened t9 slit my thr9at CURRENT caligulasAquarium [CCA] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCA: no wworries CCG: GROUP BONDING TIME. CCA: i wwas just leavvin any wway CURRENT tidsopitmistTranquillity [CTT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTT: The other kids are coming CCG: KANKRI SHUT UP. STOP DRAGGING IT ON. CTT: Yeet CCG: I'LL SCOLD HIM LATER. CGG: sorry, i meant to make this for fun stuff, but it went crazy over time CHW: Y9ud 6etter CCG: YOU TWO ARE LIKE FUCKING WRIGGLERS I SWEAR. CCA ceased responding to memo. CCG: I'M LOSING MY MIND. PTC: WeLl i gUeSs tHaT'S AlL GoOd, sHiT TeNdS To uP AnD GeT AlL FuCkIn cRaZy sOmEtImEs. CTT ceased responding to memo. CURRENT terminallyCapricious [CTC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTC: HoNk :O) PTC: HoNk CTC: HoNk PTC: HoNk CCG: HONK. CGC: OH NO CTC: HoNk CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CEB: oh jesus CCG: HONK. PTC: HoNk CGC: STOP CURRENT theJaceofspades [CTJ] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTJ: Haha I just broke into my sister's computer CTC: HoNk CGC: FUCK CCG: HONK. PTC: HoNk CHW: (( i didnt know it actually made the noise if you typed honk oh fuck that startled me xDD )) CTC: HoNk. CCG: HONK. CGC: HONK CTJ: Oh shit CCG: HONK. CHW: h9nk CHW: 9h CGC: 1T D1DNT WORK CTJ: ((shit man)) CEB: hehehe. CHW: quirks n9t all9wed CCG: THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS WHENEVER I GET IN A MEMO. CCG: EVERYONE STARTS HONKING. CGC: H4H4 CTJ: Oh CCG: IT HAPPENED IN FUCK BUCKETS TOO. I STILL FEEL BAD FOR JOHN. CCG: I ALSO FEEL BAD FOR EVERYONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHAT I MEAN BY FUCK BUCKETS. PTC: EvErYoNe aLl kNoWs yOuR FuCkIn mEaNiNg bEhInD ThAt. CTJ: I'm going to get a worshipper of the dark carnival CCG: NO. CCG: GAMZEE. CTJ: Then honk everyday bro CCG: IT WAS THE NAME OF A MEMO WE HAD ONCE. CTJ: I will do it PTC: HoNk CCG: I'M GOING TO FUCKING SLAM MY FACE INTO MY KEYBOARD. CTC: ThAt WaS A GrEaT MeMo. CTJ: I'm going to get her CGC: 1M GO1NG TO L1ST3N TO 4 SONG CEB: i know i was there, but what happened to be in fuckbuckets? PTC: HaHaHaHa, dOn'T Be dOiNg tHaT BeSt fRiEnD. jUsT GeT YoUr cHiLlS GoInG StRoNg. CTC: UnTiLl YoU MoThErFuCkInG KiCkEd Me. CGC: WH3N 1 COM3 B4CK HOP3FULLY 4LL 1S B3TT3R CHW: If y9u d9, may6e, y9u can visit Karkat? CTJ: I know. CCG: I KICKED YOU BECAUSE YOU WERE ABOUT TO EXPOSE ME, GAMZEE. CTJ: Wait CCG: ALSO. CCG: YEAH KANKRI. CCG: ALSO. CTC: EvErY OnE KnOwS. CTJ: If kankri has a Chum handle now CCG: TO THE OTHER GAMZEE. CCG: YEAH OK. CTJ: Then that means. CTJ: O. CCG: OH MY GOD. CTJ: Fuc CHW: ? CCG: GAMZEE I SWEAR I'LL KICK YOU FROM THIS MEMO TOO. CHW: It means I d9wnl9aded the alternian tr9llian CCG: CURRENT GAMZEE. CTJ ceased responding to memo. CCG: I CAN'T FUCKING WRAP MY HEAD AROUND THERE BEING TWO GAMZEES. THIS WAS A MISTAKE. PTC: AwWw dOn'T Be fUcKiN ThReAtEnInG A BrO. CCG: ONE OF YOU HAS TO GO. ANY VOLUNTEERS? CCG: NOT YOU! CCG: I'M THREATENING TO KICK THE OTHER GAMZEE. PTC: I'M KnOwInG, kArBrO. CURRENT stitchedSilence [CSS] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CSS: :o€ CCG: AAAAA MY THINKPAN IS ACHING. CCG: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT EMOJI. CTC: NaH Im MoThErFuCkInG GoOd RiGhT HeRe. CCG: THEN. CCG: SHUT UP. CHW: C:6 CTC: HoNk BrO Is ChIlL. CCG: AND WE CAN ALL LIVE HAPPILY. CCG: WITH KARKAT'S SECRETS HIDDEN. CCG: OKAY? CHW: I mistyped CURRENT turntechDumbass [CTD] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTD: jade was right this is whack CSS: WHAT THE FUCK. IS HONKING UP IN THIS BITCH CCG: HONK. CHW: I saw 'kurl9z' and meant t9 type D:6 CTC: HoNk. CCG: OH FUCK IT'S DAVE. CCG: HONK. CTD: oh fuck its karkat CGG: honk CCG: GET OUT. CTC: HoNk. CSS: HONK! CTD: what no i just got here CSS: :o) CTD: bitch CCG: BITCH. CSS: #signlanguage

---- My computer glitched so it closed ----

CHW RIGHT NOW opened memo on board GGS COMFY PLACE. CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCG: UH. CURRENT terminallyCapricious [CTC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTC: HoNk. CCG: LIKE WHO? CURRENT stitchedSilence [CSS] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CSS: :o) CSS: :o) CSS: ? CHW: My c9mputer decided that it wasn't happy, s9 it cl9sed. CURRENT gallowsCalibratorr [CGC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CGC: OK GUYS 1M H4V1NG 4 P4N1C 4TT4CK TH1S 1S SO STR3SSFUL  BY3 CCG: OH SHIT. CSS: SO IS MY MOUTH CSS: Closed CSS: SHUT. CHW: D:6 CCG: IS THAT FUCKING KURLOZ I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION CCG: I'M SO LOST. PAST taciturnlyCataclysmal [PTC] 420 HOURS AGO responded to memo. PTC: SeE Ya, fUcKiN BlInD AsS BiTcH. CHW: yes, thats Kurl9z... CHW: # shivers CCG: EW. CSS: Yeah tell me about it. CCG: WHO INVITED HIM HERE? CHW: N9t me CURRENT turntechDumbass [CTD] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CTD: god damn. CCG: NOT ME EITHER. CTD: trolls are whack CHW: I w9uld prefer t9 keep my distance fr9m any murder9us cl9wns CCG: YOU'RE WHACK. CCG: BAD WHACK. CCG: HEY. CSS: So are clowns :o) CHW: # After all, it feels t9 much like my culler... CTD: im the best whack CCG: GAMZEE IS RIGHT THERE. CCG: DON'T BE INSENSITIVE. CHW: I said murder9us CGC ceased responding to memo. CCG: YEAH? CHW: I think thats fair CCG: DID I STUTTER? CCG: ANYWAY. PTC: HaHaH. CURRENT gardenGnostic104 [CGG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CGG:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tL-AVkOgO-k CHW: I think its fair t9 n9t want t9 6e near murderers CSS: Hey. Chill bros CTC: :O) CCG: WHY IS THE FUCKING O CCG: A CAPITAL? CCG: I HATE THAT. CHW: If meenah were in here, I'd 6e nerv9us a69ut that t99 CCG: FIX YOUR FUCKING EMOJI. CTC: My QuIrK Is GeTtInG In ThE MtHeRfUcKiNg WaY. PTC: WiSh i cOuLd bE KnOwInG. CHW: # pr96a6ly nerv9us ar9und any 9f my 'friends' that aren't p9rrim 9r latula. PTC: :o) PTC: :o) CCG: JUST FUCKING CSS: :o) CTC:  :O) CCG: CONVERT :O TO :o PTC: HoNk CCG: PROBLEM SOLVED. CSS: Meulin is having otp cardiac arrest CCG: WHAT. CTD: the comfy place has turned into clown church CSS: I GOT TO GO HELP A BITCH CHW: 9ver which c9uple? CCG: FEAR. CSS: EH. CGG: oh, ss, you reminded me of something CCG: YEAH WHICH COUPLE? CSS: ERIDAN AND SOLLUX CCG: OH GOD. CTD: oh shit CSS: #SHIVERS CHW: # unc9mf9rta6le CSS: I got her into to much black shi CSS: Shit. CTC: :o) CGG:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZ0HdydxuDo CHW: # 6etter them than s9me9ne else th9ugh CCG: MY PURRBEAST IS TICKLING MY NECK WITH HIS WHISKERHESHHSHDK CSS: It's personally my fault CCG: HHKJHGF CSS: Forgive me. CCG: I'M HAVING HEART FAILURE. CTD: tell your cat hes fucking cute as hell CSS: Ah. CCG: NO. CHW: Kurl9z, please, leave the 6lack stuff t9 y9u, she, already has s9 much 9n her plate with red r9m ships # l9l CSS: Hold on CTD: please he needs to know CSS: #l:ol CCG: HE'S A LITTLE BASTARD. CCG: KIND OF LIKE YOU. CSS: hold on. CTD: im only partially a bastard but still let him know CSS: What the ever loving motherfuck. CCG: EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS MEMO SUCKS EXCEPT FOR PAST GAMZEE. CSS: SHIT MY WRIGGLER IS HONKING MY HORN PILE CHW: # 9uch CSS: So proud CSS: #crie CURRENT ectoBiologists [CEB] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CEB: i have done nothing to deserve this! CCG: YOU EXISTED. CSS: #:o€ CSS: Neither have i CHW: # D9u6le 9uch CEB: damn, guess i'll stop existing. CGG: :( CCG: PLEASE DO. CSS: She grew up so fast CCG: KARKAT STOP BEING AN ASSHAT. CGG: please don't say that :( CSS: Karkat what be your problems CEB: :'B CSS: You need to chill before CHW: Karkat? Y9u just t9ld y9urself t9 st9p, are y9u 9kay? CCG: SORRY. CCG: YES. CCG: I'M FINE. CSS: #hedosomthing:o( CCG: I JUST REALIZED I WAS BEING A DICK. CHW: # C9ncerned Dancest9r CSS: Yeah. CCG: WAIT KANKRI CSS: #shooshpapthatfucker CCG: I HAVE TO ASK YOU SOMETHING. CHW: yes? CSS: Gamzee have you passed out CCG: GO TO DMS FOR A SEC. CSS: :o? CTC: No. CSS: God CSS: God. CSS: Meulin freaking son of- CSS ceased responding to memo. CCG: WHERE'D PAST GAMZEE GO? CTC: YoU MeAn ThE MeSsIaHs? PTC: :o) CCG: THERE HE IS. CTC: ThE ReAl MeSsIaHs. CCG: COMFORT ME. THIS MEMO IS GIVING ME CARDIAC ARREST. CTC: NoT ThE FaKe MeSsIaHs. PTC: YoU'Re fUcKiN SPECIAL YOU MOTHERFUCKIN mOtHeRfUcKeR. CURRENT cardiacOtps [CCO] RIGHT NOW responded to memo. CCO: 333333333333333!<3 PTC: YoU'Ve gOt tHe gReAtEsT Of fUcKiN SeLvEs iN YoU. :o) CCO: Inpuring! CTD: that wisdom CHW: I can certainly say that I am successfully triggered 6y t9days mem9 and events. CTD: i felt that shit PTC: Go fUcK YoUrSeLf, oThEr kArKaT. PTC: :o) PTC: HoNk hOnK CHW: Might even need t9 g9 talk t9 P9rrim CCO: Wow! CTC: :o) CHW: ...? w-why? CCO: Your just like kurlos CHW: # Fine. I'll leave CHW ceased responding to memo. PTC: GoOd sHiT. CCO: When he was a kid

---- I left because I didn’t want to start another fight ----

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Hell’s Bells

Word Count: 2038 Characters: Dean x reader, Sam, Carol (ofc), Barney (omc) Warnings: Crack. That’s all this is. Crack. Requested by: my amazing and wonderful twin @hannahindie

A/N: This was written for my Merry Manda’s Panda Presents celebration. This was beta’d by the incomparable @wheresthekillswitch. Thank you for the nudging and the direction. You are a godsend and a “genuis.” ;)

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Hell’s Bells

“I hate this and I hate you!” Dean shouted as best as he could whilst still whispering into his phone.

“Scissors will never not beat rock, Dean.” The amusement in Sam’s voice was evident, even through the small, tinny speaker. “Besides, I know you’re secretly excited. Even if you won’t admit it. I’ve heard you.”

“Wha, I don’t...you can’t…” Dean sputtered. “Where?”

“Where haven’t I heard it? In the car, in the shower, in the motels at night when you think I’m asleep. Which, by the way. I am right there, man. That’s just not cool.”

“Alright!” Dean shouted, drawing stares from the people around him. “This is not the kind of thing I want to talk about with anyone, alright? Much less my nerdy, overgrown, little brother.”

“Excuse me,” a sweet, melodic voice filled Dean’s other ear. He whirled to find a girl with striking eyes and shiny hair standing just feet from him. His mouth went dry. “Sorry to interrupt, but we’re about to get started.”

“Sam, I gotta go bye,” Dean mumbled hurriedly into the phone and ended the call without waiting for a reply. He turned his attention to the girl, a charming smile plastered across his face. “Hello, there…”

“Y/n,” she smiled, handing him a folder. “And you are?”

“Nice to me you, y/n. My name’s Dean Winchester.”

“Likewise Dean. It’s nice to see a new face. We’re just right over here,” she led him to the front row of chairs and motioned for him to sit. “Ok everyone, I think we are ready to begin. First of all, it’s so great to see you all again, especially after last year’s little...let’s say ‘adventure’? Second, I would like to introduce you to Dean Winchester. Dean, why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself and why you’re here today?”

Dean stood and turned to face the rest of the small group. There were four other men and half a dozen women and they all looked at him expectantly. He cleared his throat. “Well, uh. I’m staying in town over the holidays and saw online that you were looking for recruits and I thought, what the hell.” He held his hands out and shrugged, a cocky grin on his lips. An older woman, with short, white hair and large, round glasses frowned at him. Dean sat back down.

Y/n laughed and then coughed to cover it up. “Ok, well, it’s nice to have you. Alright, let’s all turn to page one and get started!”

-----

“How’d it go?” Sam smirked from across the room.

Dean tossed his keys on the nightstand and flopped on the bed closest to the door. “Well, I pretty much carried the second half. Now, if friggin’ Carol would just learn the difference between forte and mezzo forte, we might actually make some headway, but no. Heaven forbid someone three blocks away might miss her hitting the high C.”

Sam gaped at his brother. “What?”

“Shut up,” Dean sighed. “Learn anything good yet?”

“Not really. Basically, for the last three years, something weird has happened every time the carolers have gotten to the last song. The first year, there was a house fire across the street. The next year, a freak thunderstorm knocked all the power out in a two mile radius. Then last year, a bear escaped from the zoo and the group was forced to cut their set short.”

Dean chuckled, remembering y/n calling last year an ‘adventure.’ “Well, according to y/n, the setlist has been the same for the last 25 years. Apparently this group is a local tradition. So what is it about that song that makes everything go cuckoo for cocoa puffs around here? And, how can we fix it so we can be out of here before Christmas eve.”

Sam shrugged. “I’m not sure, but something tells me you better keep practicing your DoReMi’s and figure out where you can rent a top hat, because rumor has it they dress very Dickens-y.”

Dean ignored his brother and chose to roll over instead. This was not his idea of a merry Christmas.

-----

“Dammit, Carol! Get it together,” Dean roared, as another chorus of sighs rang through the small rehearsal space. “Where’d you learn to keep rhythm, anyway? William Shatner’s school of music?”

“Dean, a word please?” Y/n stood, gripping Dean’s arm and dragging him to the back of the room. Once they were out of earshot, she let him go, lowering her voice. “Listen, I know she can be irritating, ok? But her husband is our biggest sponsor and a pillar of the community. If Carol leaves, we are kinda screwed. I appreciate that you are saying everything we are all thinking and your passion for this music,” she licked her lips and Dean forgot for a moment what she was saying. “Well, it’s refreshing. But, maybe bring it down a notch?”

“But, the bells, y/n,” Dean flailed dramatically. “The. Bells.”

“I know. It’s a little…”

“On the nose? Obnoxious? Awful?”

“Kitschy,” y/n corrected, “but ‘Carol of the Bells’ has been her song for the last three years and she’s enjoyed it so much, that I hate to tell her no.”

“Wait, three years?” Dean quirked an eyebrow.

“Yeah, that’s what I just…”

“So Carol’s been jingling her bells to ‘Carol of the Bells’ for three years?” Dean gripped y/n shoulders.

“Yeah, well, she’s tried,” y/n frowned. “We never seem to get through it without something...”

“Change it.”

“Excuse me?” Y/n scowled at Dean.

“Ok, listen, I’m not really here because I love singing. I’m here because something weird has happened every year for the last three years. Don’t you think it’s odd that the first time there was a freak incident was the first year Carol caroled? It’s almost like someone really doesn’t want to hear her sing it. Frankly, I can’t say that I blame them.”

Y/n scoffed. “Look, Dean or whoever you are. I don’t know what game you’re playing at here, but I don’t need some cocky, bow-legged, smart-ass, whackadoo telling me how to do my job, alright? I don’t care how green your eyes are or how gorgeous your tone is. So, don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya.”

-----

“So wait, wait,” Sam choked, tears streaming down his face, his sides aching. “You got fired? From the carolers?”

“Laugh it up, gigantor,” Dean crossed his arms. “But when you’re done guffawing like a child, maybe we can get back to work and finish our job?”

Sam dabbed at the corners of his eyes and shook his head to clear it.

“Ok, you’re right. Of course,” Sam sighed. “So, this Carol person…”

A knock at the door cut him off. Dean pulled his pistol from the waistband of his jeans, moving to look out the peephole. He squinted at Sam and turned the doorknob, tucking the gun back away.

“Hey, y/n. Come on in,” Dean held his arm out and stepped back enough for her to walk in. “This is my brother, Sam. Sam, y/n.”

They nodded at each other and y/n turned to Dean. “Sorry, I should have called but I didn’t have your number on me, and I saw your car parked outside…” she trailed off.

“That’s alright, come have a seat,” he pulled a chair out and removed a stack of books, setting them in the floor. She sat down and stared at her hands in her lap. “What’s going on?”

She chewed on her lip for a few seconds, and then, determination settling over her face, she began. “I’ve been thinking about what you said and I don’t understand how or why, but, I don’t know…” she took a deep breath and continued. “I found this taped to the door of the rehearsal space today.”

She handed Dean a neatly folded sheet of paper. He opened it and read “‘Carol of the Bells’ = Carol from Hell. Signed, Carolers against Carol Caroling.” He frowned. “That’s way more Carol than I care to think about. So you think it’s from someone within the group?”

“No! I mean, I don’t know. I’ve known most of those people my entire life. I went to school with some of them, Mr. Peterman was my history teacher and Janice was my mother’s best friend,” Y/n sighed. “I just don’t want anyone to get hurt. Do you think you can stop it?”

Dean smiled. “I have an idea.”

-----

“Good God, almighty, Carol. Can we just focus on the birth of our Lord for one second instead of making it about you for once? Please?” Dean’s lips twitched with effort as he struggled to keep a straight face. He’d been looking forward to this moment for the last three days and the moment had arrived. Carol’s face was the a shade of red Dean had a hard time identifying, but it certainly coordinated with the greenery hung around pavilion.

“Well, I never…” she stammered, smoke practically billowing out of her ears.

“Yeah, well, maybe you should sometime,” Dean turned back to the group. “Everyone in favor?”

The ten other group members raised their hands, none of them making eye contact with Carol as her face blossomed from a lovely Christmas red to a muddy maroon. Carol marched off the stage, her low, sensible heels’ stuccato hammering through the chilly evening air.

“You good to hit those high notes, Dean?” Y/n smiled at him, knowing full well he’d practiced non-stop for the last three days. He nodded and took his place. Y/n hummed the first note, counted off and they began their final rehearsal before the big show that night.

Just as Mr. Peterman’s final low and resounding “dong” began to fade, the incessant sound of moderately priced, ergonomic heeled footwear on wood grew. Everyone sighed as Carol’s still-crimsoned face came into view again. This time, she clutched onto a small, knobby kneed and timid looking man with thin, grey hair combed straight over his head from one ear to the other.

“That’s him, Barney,” Carol swung a short, plump finger towards Dean’s face. “That’s the man who said those terrible things and stole my part.”

Barney looked up into Dean’s hard and slightly amused face, his watery, blue eyes widening as he took in all of him. Without another word, Barney leaped toward Dean, wrapping two, thin, frail arms around Dean’s chest and squealing.

“Thank you, young man. Thank you! Thank you!” Barney practically danced his way back down the stairs, leaving a disbelieving Carol standing awkwardly, her finger still inches from Dean’s face.

-----

“Here’s to an engaging performance from the lively newcomer,” y/n clinked the neck of her bottle against Dean and Sam’s and they all three chuckled and took a sip. “So, now that you’ve reached the heights of fame in these parts, what’s next for you, Mr. Winchester?”

“Ya know, I thought I would skip all the unseeming scandals and rehab visits, and slide right into making B-list porn,” Dean nodded solemnly as y/n and Sam choked on their beers.

“Wow, well, I mean at least you have goals,” y/n chuckled. “So ol’ Barney made a deal with the devil to make his wife happy? Also, that’s a real thing that you can do?”

Sam swallowed and set down his beer. “It is a real thing, though I wouldn’t recommend it. Barney was lucky the demon slipped up and put a counter-curse on those bells Carol was so fond of, or I’d never been able to talk him out of it.”

“What would have happened if you hadn’t?”

Dean winced, “Well, let’s just say ‘hell hound’ isn’t a euphemism. Though by the look on Carol’s face, I’m not too sure he’s going to fare much better.”

“What was he so happy about, anyway?” y/n asked. “It’s not like he knew the bells were cursed, right?”

Sam huffed. “Nope. Guy had no idea. He was just glad someone finally had the balls to tell Carol no.”

“Well,” Dean raised his bottle again, y/n and Sam followed suit, “here’s to balls, bells and Barney!”

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Gone- Part 1

Summary-  You are living your life like any other crazy cat lady- that’s only 20, might I add-,  living with only you and your three kittens. And, one day, you find out you are of an importance in this world and the next, so you are taken.

Word Count- 2015

Warnings- Cursing, and lots and lots of cats

A/n- This is my second story! I plan on writing more often, but for now I’ll be writing every few days. And, as always, feedback is welcome! And, also as always, thanks to my friends Daisy and Jessie for helping me out on my stories!

Another A/n- By the way, when facetiming in the story, you are always italics and the other person is always bold.

I love my life, for the most part. I live by a strict daily schedule, where I wake up and start the day by feeding my cats Loki, Picasso, and Angel. I then feed myself breakfast, which usually consists of 2 scrambled eggs, 2 pieces of bacon, and 1 piece of buttered toast, coffee and orange juice. Then I shower, get ready, and all that jazz. Then I just go to work at my stupid computer job.

It is a normal Monday morning. I get up at 8:30 and stretch, yawning, and I blink the sleep out of my eyes. I rub Picasso’s belly and scratch Angel’s ears. Loki is slumped on the bottom of my bed, and he’s just snoozing. Typical Loki.

I get up and feed the cats breakfast and grab my phone from the nightstand by my bed. I turn it on, and swipe the screen to read the messages I’ve gotten.

I only have a few, like normal. The first one is from my boss, Jacob. I open the message from him and read,

“hey Y/n. there is no work today due to the huge amount of snow on the roads. take the day off! 😀”

I smile at the message, as I get to spend some time alone, not working at my computer. The next message is from my boyfriend, Sam (wink wink nudge nudge elbow elbow), and his says,

“hey babe! i was going to come over today, but dean’s impala is covered in snow! maybe we can facetime later? have a great day! love youuuu ❤❤.”

He’s such a cheesy man, that’s why I love him. Then I have the usual girl notifications. Tumblr, Instagram, the norm.

I lock my phone and make my breakfast for the day. No need to go into detail here, so next I do what’s next in my perfectly timed schedule. 9:30, right on time. Next, I have a 15 minute shower. Again, no need for details. Then, at 9:45, I get dressed, brush my teeth, and do my hair. I usually keep my hair down and straighten it, unless going out on a date with Sam, so that’s all I did today.

At 10:05, I write one of my multiple stories. I mostly have Sam and Dean tell me the details of their hunt, then I make a story off of it. It’s usually just them dressing up as FBI agents then saving the day. But, there’s just some sort of satisfaction in seeing that I know how to write.

Then, at 11:00, I usually go for a walk. But today, as there is nowhere to walk, I just stay inside and read a book. Today, I am reading “The Great Gatsby,” a classic story. I read that until 11:30, though it was had to put down, as Sam is facetiming me.

Hey babe!

Hi, whatcha’ doin?

Nothing, I was reading The Great Gatsby.

Oh. That’s cool.

Yeah. So, what are you doing?

Nothing really, just researching a case. I think it’s a wendigo.

Nice. Tell me the story when you get back?

Of course!

Then we just went on, talking about life and jobs and everything. We made arrangements to go the the movies the next day, assuming the roads were same enough to drive on.

What movie? I like horror films.!

Maybe. I was thinking more like the new one Split, but I guess that IS horror. Whaddya say?

Yeah! I’ve wanted to see that one for a while now!! Thanks Sammy!! <3

Uh huh. Let me get the tickets this afternoon.

Ok! Love you, I gotta go. See ya!!

Bye hun! Can’t wait for tomorrow :D

I pressed the “end message” button on the screen and go on with my day. 12:30, I dial my favorite delivery sushi resturaunt’s number. I tell them that they need to be here in less than 20 minutes, but they know me by now. They know when and how I like my food. But, again, I don’t need to go into detail.

You might be asking yourself, now why am I describing this? It’s because, on this very Monday, I was kidnapped.

I don’t enjoy reliving the torture, but just so we can have it on record, I will. As you know, I ordered sushi. When the ‘delivery man’ arrived, he didn’t have a car. Or sushi. Or a uniform on. I didn’t have any time to react, when the man grasped my arm, and teleported us to some sort of dungeon.

“Please, I don’t have anything! I live with my cats and my schedule! I don’t own anything special, I don’t-” I plead. The man in the suit places a silver blade onto my lips, telling me to shut the fuck up. I close my mouth, not wanting to get hurt.

“Do you know why you are here?” the man says in an extremely serious tone- almost dangerous. I shake my head no, not wanting to anger him. He nods back to me.

“Are you a Christian?” he pesters on, continuing to interrogate me. I, again, shake my head. He looks at me, then at the guards at the metal door. He gives them a simple nod, and they rush out.

“Now that we’re alone,” he states, “let’s get straight to the point. You are a prophet, okay? And, you are going to read this stone,” he says, handing me a stone with Japanese-looking text carved into it, “or you will be slowly stabbed. Get it?” he finishes. I nod, feeling a tear stream down my face.

Then, as I try to decipher the unreadable text on the stone, my eyes begin to blur. I start to recognize the strange text. It was now that I am about to start reading, when this man digs the blade into my skin.

I cry out in pain, a large wound now directly over my heart.

“I can go deeper. Now read,” he demands. I groan, nodding along with the throbbing of the pain.  I go back to the stone, my eyes becoming shaky again. I begin to read the weird text again, weighing my options and at the same time trying to decide if I should help this man or not. If I don’t, I’ll just have to fake the writing. If I do help him, I’ll have to read what’s on there. But what if he kills me afterward? I don’t know what to do.

I decide to take my chances and try to read it. “C-Cut off the he-head, a-and the body will flou-flounder. Waste not th-thy time nor thy br-breath on the Levi-athan herd? What’s a Levi-athen?” I say, stuttering on the words on the tablet. I couldn’t see anything, my eyes were too cloudy and blurred. I try to blink my eyes clear, but I guess I took too long.

Another wound. This time, straight through my thigh. I shutter from the horrific pain in my upper leg.

“Y/n, why’d you leave me on such short notice?” the man says. I shake my head, waking myself up. I blink a few times and get back to the tablet.

“I-I can’t r-really s-see. M-my eyes hurt,” I say quietly. He nods, taking the tablet from my hands.

“Alright, then you get some rest. I’ll see you when you’re done,” he says, disappearing into mid-air.

I gasp. My eyes are still blurry, but this time it’s from the pain and shock of seeing my own body covered in crimson blood. My breathing comes short and ragged, and when I can breathe, it’s HARDLY. I go over to the small, hard, rock bed they laid out. He said he’d be back, so I’m just going to do what he says, and sleep.

When I wake up, I’m already in the chair, tablet in my lap. I feel a tingling feeling on my left, and when I touch there, I feel nothing. The left side of my head HAS NO EAR. Panic overtakes my body, and I begin to cry. No breathing. Just crying.

“Wh-wh-what?” is all I can stutter out. The man just shrugs, a bloody towel in his hand.

“Read,” he demands.

I take a deep, shuddering breath. I pick up the tablet, let my eyes adjust, and begin to translate. “Point t-thy blade at the h-heart of their master, f-f-for from him s-springs all their m-messages.”

I turn to the man, who nods. “Good. Keep going.”

“I- I don’t think I can.”

He raises his blade threateningly. My heart jolts and I turn back to the stone.

“L-Leviathan c-cannot be slain b-cut by the bone of a r-righteous mortal, washed in the t-three b-bloods of the f-f-fallen: a fallen angel, the ruler of fallen h-humanity, and the father of the fallen b-b-beasts.”

Everything dims. I collapse onto the ground. I hear a large crrrrackkkk of my head hitting the floor, then me fading away.

I wake up. I don’t know how long it’s been, but I feel fully energized. A man in a long trench coat is standing by me. My first thought is Wow, he’s hot, and I immediately feel bad for thinking it.

“Do you know your name?” he asks, not as demanding as the other guy. I just– wait. What’s my name? I shake my head no.

Shit. Shit. Shit, I think. This hot dude is standing right next to me and I’m acting totally helpless and stupid.

“Well, don’t worry. I’m friends with your boyfriend, Sam Winchester. I’m Castiel, an Angel of the Lord,” he states simply. I nod, even though I don’t understand a word he says.

Seriously. Sam Winchester. What the hell? I have no fucking clue who he is. My boyfriend? I don’t have one. I mean… Do I? I have no idea. But seriously, who did this guy think he was? A, what, Angel of the Lord?? Damn, that sounds stupid. And telling my who my boyfriend is. I don’t know, but I don’t think people are supposed to do that. I choose my own boyfriends. And.. Angels.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” the “angel” says.

I look at him cautiously.

“You th-thin- OW!” I try to speak, but my head pounds instead. He picks me up, bridal style, and hands me to a man with long hair.

“Y/n, you’re okay!” he cries. I scurry away, falling on the floor again. Sharp pain rips through my thigh and chest, where the first man stabbed me (twice). But I continue to run-scoot- away. I scoot until I hit Castiel’s legs.

He reaches his arms down to me to help pick me up, and I hesitantly take them. They are surprisingly soft and warm, and I can’t resist holding on to them for a few moments after he’s lifted me up.

He raises his eyebrows. “Um…..”

I take my hands back quickly.  I go back on the floor, where I feel at least a bit safer.

“I have no idea who the FUCK you people are, but I’m only g-going to ask once. Stay. The fuck. Away. I’m not looking for any trouble, so I advise you to get away.” I stated. I tried to stand to stand my ground, but I just stumbled back down.

To Be Continued…

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