#anyways. first real fic bois can we get a Clap in the chat

[sparklyicecube]

Drabbles of a group of not-normal girls

Merry Christmas everyone! This is my secret santa gift for @emmamemea and I must admit when I first saw the favourite characters list none of them overlapped with mine but I had fun researching and writing them! Disclaimer: I didn’t have that good of a grasp on their characters so I thought it’d be safer writing a bunch of short drabbles rather than long fic, enjoy!

Valentines day:

“P-Please accept my chocolates at least!” Megu didn’t know what to do, here was yet another underclassmen who was trying to give her chocolates. She sighed, the difficulty of rejecting so many was painful at best.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t accept these, please respect that.” The young girl looked up at her with heartbroken eyes.

“At-at least take them then I promise you don’t need to talk to me ever again! We might not be allowed to date but taking some chocolates won’t be too bad right?” The girl held out the chocolates with her face parallel to the ground, Megu knew she should say no but took it anyway.

The girl lit up and thanked her, running away in glee.

“Megu!” The girl in question jumped slightly and turned to face the group of eavesdroppers, they were really obvious about eavesdropping but somehow the underclassmen student didn’t notice.

Yada sighed, “Megu, I thought you said you were going to to not accept this one. You know it gives them the wrong idea.” Yada took the box of chocolates out of Megu’s hands, putting it into the large bag that they already accumulated.

“I tried, but she seemed so pitiful…”

“We should go out!” Everyone looked at Okuda, her little outburst having taken a bit of courage. “Everyone always said that it’s the best way to get over a bad experience so we should try it!” Looking at Okuda’s determined face they couldn’t help but chuckle, agreeing with her.

“It settled then! Girl’s day out!”

The first place they went to was the mall, deciding that good food and shopping would be fun.

...that didn’t go as planned.

None of the girls were really that into shopping, though they did manage to find some cute outfits for some of them.

“Yada, this would look so good on you!” Of course, Yada’s body fit the most clothing, her features accentuating the clothes and making some people feel a bit more insecure about their own body types. They managed to all get at least one article with mild interest but the real kicker came when they were eating.

“Do you think Korosensei is actually that bad at spying or is he making it obvious so we are aware of it?” 

“Well-”

“EVERYBODY!” The entire restaurant turned to look at some table, with a girl standing on top of it and a boy sitting what would have been across from her. “WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS FOR OVER FIVE YEARS, I HAVE NOT MANAGED TO GET INTO THE SAME CLASS AS HIM, BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I REALLY LIKE KYOU-CHII.” The girl turned to the shocked boy and whipping out a bouquet and chocolates, said: “Will you be my boyfriend?”

The boy looked up at her with starry eyes. “Y-yes!”

The entire restaurant was clapping and cheering with the girls politely clapping along and decided that maybe they should retire from the mall after all.

The park was where they decided to hit next, with Kurahashi saying that nature was the best way to distract oneself from the human world.

Though the park was nice, the amount of happy couples around was unpleasant to say the least, and seemed to occupy every bit of the park.

“I saw some really nice green dragonflies here last week-” Kurahashi rambled as she pulled open some shrubbery to reveal a cove that had two people making out.

“Bitch-sensei couldn’t get more hits than that.” Commented Fuwa, as they walked towards the edges of the park.

“What about we all go to my house? A good sleepover where there can literally be no one else! Except my brother.” Suggested Yada. 

They all agreed, and a sleepover it was!

Valentines Day aside, the girls had a heartfelt day spending time with one another, hanging out, and an entire night of fun! (Minus the pillow fight because that wasn’t fun, that was brutal war training). 

Megu might still be learning how to say no but at least she had a group of friends that would help her along the way.

The trials of a flight attendant who trained to be an assassin:

“Welcome! Hope you have a pleasant flight! Can I check your boarding pass? Okay, your seat is on the left in the back.” Megu had gone through the rigorous training and application process to become a flight attendant, with relatively no issue. Her training from the E-Class got her to the top of the batch and she was able to handle emergency situations, heavy lifting, service training and all in heels, she passed with flying colours.

This flight was particularly special because several of her fellow E-Class classmates were on it too, mostly by coincidence of course. 

Okuda and Kurahashi were headed to some science conference in the US, Fuwa was over there to negotiate discuss with a publishing house over there and Yada said she had wanted to relax for a holiday. They all agreed to meet up with each other at some point but for now Megu was pretty happy just knowing they were all on the same plane, it was like a a little reunion!

“Excuse me miss it seems like there’s something we need to discuss with you about your layover.” Yada looked up at Megu, currently sporting a tight bun and a very cute flight attendant outfit.

“Sure, no problem.” Yada replied, getting up from her seat and following Megu to one of the areas where there was no other flight attendants.

“Yada.”

“Megu! I haven’t seen you in person for awhile!” 

“What are you doing.”

“Ehhh? I thought you’d be happy to see me, this isn’t a very proper way to greet a passenger.”

As quick as a flash, Megu had grabbed Yada’s wrist, spun her around and slid the pin out of her hair, clicking it open to reveal a small vial.

Megu pulled Yada close to her, to prevent others from hearing, though they were alone, pressing her mouth close to Yada’s ear.

“You can’t kill him on board, are you crazy?”

Yada easily twisted out of Megu’s grip and smiled putting a finger on Megu’s lips.

Megu glared at Yada, “I thought you said you wanted to use your skills for negotiation?”

“This is called a negotiation breakdown.”

“Why do it on a plane? Do it on a cruise!” Megu hissed, “People die there all the time!”

“Do they really?” Asked Fuwa, popping out from behind Megu’s shoulder with a notepad in hand.

“Fuwa!” The two exclaimed, with very different emotions.

“Why are you here?” Asked Megu, feeling a very specific headache coming on.

“I’m on this flight too, plus a good manga editor always looks for good inspiration.” Fuwa winked at her then turned to Yada, “Mind telling me what made negotiations breakdown this badly?”

Yada smiled, “That, is unfortunately confidential.”

“That substance is too obvious, if you try this one it’ll look like he just had a heart attack.”

“Okuda! Don’t help her!”

“Ooh do I also inject under the tongue to have it heal quickly?” Asked Yada, intrigued.

“Mhm!”

Megu sighed, they did make a pact to help each other no matter what but this wasn’t exactly what she had expected when they made that pact.

“It’s like a nice reunion before we even land!” Exclaimed Kurahashi.

“Why are you even here?” Asked Megu, tired.

“I’m going to the science conference too remember? The same that Okuda and Yada’s target is going to! I also sensed drama and this guy wanted to see.” A small, (venomous by the looks of it) snake wormed out of Kurahashi’s sleeve.

“How did you get that through security?” Asked Megu, concerned.

“Him and his mom lay very still and they looked like ropes, they’re cold blooded and very well behaved.”

“Flight attendant, flight attendant, you don’t need to revamp the entire airport security system.” Muttered Megu to herself.

While the few bickered and chatted as if talking about shopping, the seatbelt sign came on, the plane having encountered turbulence. Megu used that as an opportunity to usher them off, a fond smile on her face appearing as she saw them waving at her as they innocently went to their seats.

Yada walked back to her seat with a bright smile on her face, Okuda’s vial now in the syringe in her pin. There were plenty of ways to kill the guy she was after without tipping off that it was her, but this way meant that the airline wouldn’t get in trouble either.

Megu discreetly checked on their body bags, there wasn’t anyone in first class so they could move the person there when needed, hopefully Yada would do it naturally and the man would seem dead by accident.

When they touched down on American soil Megu sighed in relief, a few more checks and she could be going out with the girls and catching up without the stress of being on a plane.

Then afterwards she needed to work on changing the airport security system.

Author’s note that I couldn’t slip in but thought was a fun fact when researching for this drabble: Flight attendants cannot declare a person legally dead, the country they land in has to do that instead. Also, I now know even more ways to get away with murder :)

The powers of deduction:

“What else do you think will happen?” 

Fuwa smirked, her powers of deduction heightened from reading intense plot-based mangas.

“Well, from what I can tell, those two,” she said pointing her pencil towards a pair of students sitting on a cafe table a bit further away, “have the typical, ‘I hate you but we’re being forced to do a group project together’, they will probably end up in love or at least a love triangle. That group,” she pointed her pencil towards a group of people, “are all fighting for that one girl’s attention but she doesn’t know it because she’s dense. 10 chapters in when the readers are all on the edge of their seats in anticipation she will find out and intense love drama ensues where she is intensely confused but gets together with that green-haired one. Then she gets a scholarship overseas.”

“Wow! That’s so cool!” Exclaimed Kurahashi, Fuwa basking in the praise.

“That’s fun but that only really happens in mangas and stuff, those guys might just be normal friends.” Megu pointed out.

Fuwa glanced at Megu, then towards Yada and smirked.

“Okay, well then, I predict there’s another story right in our very class.”

“I know! That there’s a supermonster that is going to kill the earth but has a dramatic and tragic backstory that for some reason this group of junior-high students have to kill?” Kurahashi offered.

“Everyone knows that, something more interesting.” Fuwa smirked. “I predict that these two” pointing to Yada and Megu, “Aren’t going to realise their love for one another, ignore it all of their schooling lives and one day… Okuda play along with me.”

“O-ok?”

“Oh! I’m so sorry for bumping into you.”

“Uh, no problem! I was the one at fault…”

“Omg, I haven’t seen you for such a long time, we should really,” Fuwa brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, “catch up.” She said, waggling her eyebrows exaggeratedly. 

“Yes! We should um, meet at a cafe?”

“Then they’re at the cafe like, ‘Oh it’s so nice to see you again, it really was so fun.’”

“You’re going?”

“Unfortunately yes, you see… I’m engaged.”

Okuda gasped, unsure what to do next.

Fuwa decided to then play her role for her, “‘No! Please! Don’t go!,’ ‘I’m sorry, but I must.’ ‘But you don’t understand! I- I love you!’ ‘What?’ “Ever since junior-high in the E-Class whe-”

“Okay that’s enough.” Megu declared, tips of her ears having turned pink and an annoyed but embarrassed face. Yada had turned away slightly with her hand covering her face.

“Okuda! Your acting was so good!” Yada exclaimed, the others still noting with amusement the slight tint of pink brushed onto her cheeks.

“Was it? It was hard to think on the spot…”

“Definitely! I might even cast you as the student who helps them get in touch way later.” Fuwa joked.

The group laughed, after all, Fuwa’s scenarios don’t always come true.

Sometimes.

#assassination classroom #assassination classroom secret santa #kataoka megu #toka yada #yuzuki fuwa #manami okuda #hinano kurahashi #secret santa #I had so many tabs open researching their characters for this #why do they have so little screentime I re-watched that one club scene so many times #hope you like it!

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The Machine

Aka Jake and Amy travel through all my aus! This is a totally cracky idea I had to celebrate reaching 80 fics - I hope you enjoy this 2k crackfest of insanity!  

Neither of them notice at first when the machine shows up in the precinct. No one knows what it is or what it does anyway -  a group of officers stand around, trying not to press any of the buttons, not knowing whether or not it’s something dangerous.

It catches Jake’s gaze as he walks past on his way to see Amy, with its round shape, big buttons and silver shine and he asks the officers what it is.

“We don’t know”, his wife responds with a shrug, getting up and going over to the place where half of her beat cops are currently gathered. “Some crazy drunk guy who kept trying to tell us he was from a parallel world had it with him. It has all these buttons but we can’t figure out what any of them do.”

“Well you know what the best way is to find out what something is?”, Jake asks, taking Amy’s hand as he goes to push the biggest button, right in the centre.

“Jake no!”, Amy exclaims before a clap of lightning strikes and they’re thrown to the ground.

 “Jake what the hell!”, Amy yells. “Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know what to tell you Ames, I see a button and I have to push it”, Jake responds with a shrug, hoping to win over Amy with a smile.

“Even Mac would know not to push that button and he’s 6 months old!”, she sighs, before getting up and looking around.

They appear to be in a large mall and other than it being unfamiliar, nothing about their location seems to be particularly amiss. Until, after deciding to explore a little to try and figure out where on earth they are, they walk into a record store with a name they don’t recognise and see Amy’s face plastered all over a prominently placed CD stand. Clear as day, it reads at the bottom “Amy Santiago: Sugar – 05/18/20”

Jake’s face lights up at the sight. “You know what this means?” he says to Amy with excitement, grabbing her arms.

“That one of us hit our head real hard and is hallucinating?”, Amy says.

“No – this is a parallel universe! Excuse me maa’m, could you tell me a little more about this album?”, Jake says, stopping one of the people working in the store as they go past.

She gives him a strange look before speaking slowly. “You mean the new Amy Santiago album? Her 11th and first in like 2 years? Well, it’s been pretty hyped up, we’re thinking it’s gonna sell a lot.”

“Why has she not done an album in two years?” Amy then asks, growing curious whether this is some kind of crazy fever dream or not and slightly concerned for this parallel version of herself that she’s just heard of.

“Well, she was kind of busy planning and then doing her year-long residency at Madison Square Garden…” the woman says, as if that’s something everyone knows.

Both of their eyes grow wide at that – the woman decides that the two of them are both just crazy and leaves them be with a quick excuse.

“Wait, if I’m some kind of big celebrity here, how come I’m not like, being mobbed or something?”, Amy asks.

“Uh, I think I know why”, Jake says, staring into his reflection on the front of the CD. Amy looks too and that’s when she realises: they look completely different.

“The machine must create some kind of filter”, Jake says whilst reading the track list.

“Come on, let’s try and find that machine and figure out how to get home,” Amy says, walking out of the store.

“Come on Ames, aren’t you at least a little bit curious about how all this happened? Don’t you wanna explore a little?”, he says, gesturing to her glammed-up image on the cardboard.

“Yeah, I guess I am a little curious…”, Amy says as Jake drags her away.

-           

Hours later, they’re sat by the machine, having played the entire Amy Santiago Essentials Playlist on Apple Music whilst looking for it and googling both of them (Jake was slightly disappointed to find out that he’s still just an ordinary guy in this universe).

“Wow Ames, other you made some bops, even though it does seem like she had a nervous breakdown doing it.”

“Yeah, it seems like she didn’t have a fun time for a while…”, Amy says distractedly, whilst eyeing up the big button that brought them here in the first place. “Lets hope this can bring us home”, she then says, before pressing the button in the centre and triggering another zap.

-

This time, they land on a beach – they both share a disappointed look, realising that they’re still not home.

“I wonder what’s different about this universe? Am I in a rock band?”, Jake says, only half joking.

Then they see a tail coming out of the water and realise they’re in a world even stranger than the last one.

When mermaid Amy sees them, she quickly dives under the water with a scared look on her face.

Stopped in their confusion, then they see a very relaxed Jake coming out of a nearby house and realise they can’t escape meeting themselves. Even if the other versions of them won’t know who they’re talking to.

Without even realising who they are, other Jake still looks at them with surprise “Sorry, it’s just we don’t get a lot of people on this beach”, he explains.

“We?”, Amy questions.

“Oh my wife and I. It’s kind of nice that it’s so quiet – then again that’s not always worked out great for me…”

Neither of them inquire into this rather strange comment which clearly has a story behind it, as a now two legged Amy comes out from a nearby cliff.

“Did they see me?”, she asks her Jake in a whisper that’s probably not as quiet as she’d like it to be.

Feeling awkward, original Jake and Amy make a move to leave, but Amy slips and accidently presses a button further down. Given the looks that their alternative selves give them, something must have messed with the perception filter. Then other Jake says it, in a slightly surprised voice.

“You’re… us”

“Yep”, Jake says, feeling very awkward. “That machine has kind of been taking us through all these different wild scenarios…”

“Wait, why aren’t you more shocked?”, Amy asks.

He responds with a shrug, saying: “Well, I married a mermaid, my life is already wild enough”

“Jake!”, mermaid Amy says, elbowing him with a whisper. Clearly this is some kind of secret that he was supposed to keep.

“Come on babe, it’s us”, he points out to his Amy.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right”, she admits.

Jake finally asks the question he’s been itching to ask ever since he realised him and Amy are still together in this world. “How did you two meet anyway?”

That’s how they end up sat chatting to their alternate selves, exchanging stories and comparing their wildly different life experiences. They both love each other’s stories, although the mermaid one is of course slightly more strange. 

“Do you still miss being a cop?”, Jake asks the other version of him as he draws patterns in the sand.

“Y’know, I did for a really long time… but now I’m ok”. He smiles softly at his Amy when he says that, bumping her shoulder slightly and it warms Jake’s heart a more than a little bit.

-

“Ames, you’re basically Ariel here!”, Jake says excitedly whilst the other versions of them head back their beach house.

“I know!”, Amy says as she once again pushes that darn button.

-

They still don’t end up back at the precinct. This time, they end up in a place that seems distinctly… historical.

This time, they figure out their story with a simple look at a newspaper. The headline reads “SANTIAGO SCANDAL AS LADY AMEILA ELOPES WITH SERVANT”

“Amy… you gave up everything for me…”, Jake says, moved by the sacrifice that the other version of his wife made as he looks at the front page article in more detail. Amy simply reads along with him, resting her head on his shoulder unsurprised – she’d definitely have done the same thing.

-

They’re in a cheering crowd and they see themselves high up on a balcony. The other versions of them wave elegantly, with a boy in tow that looks distinctly like an older version of the baby who waits for them at home. It makes their hearts ache a little and increases their determination to get home. But first, they look at their phones to figure out how the heck they became royalty in this world.

Jake smiles as he imagines Amy going through the awkward process of becoming a princess: but then again, he can imagine she would make a great ruler. And she definitely has the beauty part down.

“Do you think we could just break that filter thingy again and chuck these guys down some stairs?”, Jake says in a joking tone.

“Jake we can’t murder ourselves, let alone assassinate royalty”, Amy says in a hushed tone and with a giggle.

-

As they keep pushing the button, they go through more and more scenarios.

“You had kids with Teddy?”

“I had a kid with Sophia?”

“Are we British here? What the heck are prefects?”

“Oh my god, we have such cool powers here!”

“Our kid has such cool powers here!”

“Gina and I are openly friends here? Rosa willingly sings on stage? And we’re in a girl band? This is weirder than our kid going to Hogwarts honestly” 

“What the hell? We’re nowhere near cool enough to be Youtubers”

“How come I was the one who got Thanos snapped?”

“We all go to jail here? That’s a bummer”

“Fuck is this the Handmaid’s Tale? Oh man, this is even more of a bummer than the we all go to jail universe”

“Ooooh we’re both suffragettes?” “But you being in World War One is sucky”

“Oh god I love Chidi and Eleanor, I’m so glad we got to be them”

“Teddy proposing to you again, what a surprise”

“Oh my god, Jake this is like that one tv show we watched, the one with all the fairy-tales”

“Even more fairy tales! I hope this Amy wakes up that Jake soon”

-

In a second, they zap onto a darkened Brooklyn street and Jake looks up to see all of his dreams come true. There he is, up on a building in a white shirt, grappling rope in hand, filling the role of his hero, John Mclane. But in his excitement, he steps back, pushes the button and they zap away before he can see himself saving the day.

“Ugh, why can’t I ever do anything badass?”, he complains with a stomp of his foot as they seem to land back in the precinct. After checking that everything is definitely still the same, they realise they’ve spent an entire day hopping from world to world and they finally head home. Then Amy makes a curious observation.

“It’s so weird how some of those stories just never finished huh? Like someone was too lazy to finish them off or lost interest?”

-

“You know what I really loved about seeing all those different worlds?”, Jake asks as they snuggle together on the couch later that night, having put Mac down to sleep in the nursery.

“What?”, Amy asks, looking up at her husband with a curious gaze.

“In every universe, we always managed to come together. Even in worlds where you were a superstar, or we were in different classes, different ages and nationalities or you were another freakin’ species. We’re soulmates in literally every scenario.”

Amy smiles at that and simply kisses him in response.

“I guess we really were just meant to be”, she says as she falls asleep on his shoulder.

“I think so too,” he says in response before following suit.

#b99 #b99 au #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn nine nine fanfic #jake peralta #amy santiago #jake x amy #peraltiago #peraltiago fic #royalty au #fantasy au #mermaid au #popstar au #basically literally every au I've ever done is referenced in some way here

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You and Me and You- Winchesters x OC Miliana

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A/N: Hi friends! I’m sorry I haven’t been updating anything in so long! Life has been crazy! Work was chaotic, I went out of town for my birthday last month, yes the one I was supposed to spend with the SPN cast :(, and I moved towns. I’m currently in a temporary living environment as my family searches for a new place! So yeah, I’m so sorry I haven’t been around. On top of that, the mobile app has been so freaking glitchy and it’s super annoying. I’m not on my laptop as much but it might be worth it to read more fics! I hope everyone is well and please, send feedback! 

Xxx Monique

Word Count: 2,420

Chapter 3- 1997- Miliana’s POV

It was just another day in high school for me. I didn’t think I was all that special, yet everyone wanted to be my friend. I tried to keep to myself since I wasn’t like any normal sixteen-year-old. No, I was raised by the infamous supernatural hunter, Bobby Singer. Yeah, that was a fun childhood. He was always in and out of the picture but he made sure to show me and tell me how much he loved me. It did help too when the Winchester Brothers would come to stay with me. They were good friends of mine but their Dad kind of went a bit crazy. He found one monumental case up in like Canada or somewhere, packed up all his things, including his sons, and off they went. It’s been six years since I’ve seen them. My Dad tried to stay local for all his hunts since he believed girls can’t and shouldn’t be hunters, and I guess that makes sense, considering a demon killed his wife, but still, I grew up in this life; I understand it. Jody and her friend Donna, who also is a Sheriff, would come by and bring some of the girls they would take in. Just to help them out, kinda like what Bobby did with me. They’d come around when my Dad had a case that wasn’t close to home and it’s not like I’m not old enough to stay at home alone; Dad just gets freaked out.

“So Miliana, you’re almost done with your sophomore year now. How’s that feel?” Jody asked me one day when she and Donna came to stay with me. They brought some girl, Jessica, to stay with us too but I didn’t like her.

“Oh, I’m excited but I’m also ready just to start junior year,” I admit.

“Why’s that, kiddo?” Donna asked.

“Well, there tend to be more ways to get involved in junior and senior year…” I trail off my thoughts, avoiding the real reason I couldn’t wait to be an upper-class woman.

“You mean there’s a prom once you become a junior?” Jody gave a knowing look.

Damn, she was good. Yeah freshmen and sophomores had dances but they were separated from the juniors and seniors and we didn’t get the same respect as they did.

“Well yeah,” I admit, sheepishly.

“That makes sense. Plus, you’ll feel older and feel like nothing is impossible.” Jody said, clapping a hand on my shoulder.

She was exactly right. I loved Jody like she was my Mother. She kind of was, given the fact that when it came to girl stuff, she would be the one I called. My Dad would just get all embarrassed and wouldn’t know what to do. You can probably figure out how my first period went; awkward.

“Hey, I have to get going. I’m on the planning committee for this year’s end-of-school-year dance, as they call it for us lower classmen. I have to meet before and after school so I won’t be home until late!” I yell as I’m grabbing my backpack and rushing out the door.

“Don’t forget to call before you leave school so I can alert your father! Jody called, as I scurried out the door.

“Yeah!” I yell in response as I run out the door and down the driveway to meet up with my friend, Sandy. She was already further in life than I was. Sandy came from a wealthy background; Daddy paid for everything. She had a boyfriend, was gifted a car on her sixteenth birthday, and was already planning to attend college. She would be turning seventeen the first week of June so she was already “older” than the other sophomores.

“Hi, Sandy!” I say as I throw my bag in the back and off, we went.

“So, you won’t believe what I heard!” She starts with the daily gossip that was floating around campus before we even get there! This was a routine for us. Sandy would come to pick me up and would tell me all the latest drama before we even get to school. She’s very into other people and for the most part, this school doesn’t do a lot in private.

“What’s up today, Sand?” I ask. I was the only one allowed to call her that. She hated being called Sand but for some reason, we’re friends and I can call her Sand. Normally, you wouldn’t think two girls like us would be friends, but I stood up for her when some other “popular girls” were getting in her face, so I threatened to give all of them high-calorie snack bars, and they all backed off. Oh, that’s another thing. Almost all the girls at this school are on a low carb, no fat diet. They mostly ate salads all the time and ate like rabbits, which is why Sandy and I became friends. We both have high metabolisms so we can eat like pigs and never gain any weight; all the other girls are jealous.  

“Jared Kingston and Carly Wright are having an extremely public break up on the quad; again.”

“Jesus, again? Isn’t this like the twelfth time they’ve broken up?” I ask. Jared and Carly were your typical power couple; Jared, football captain, Carly, head cheerleader.

“Thirteenth.” Sandy corrected me.

“Don’t they get tired of all the drama? And for the love of God, can they not be so public about it?”

“Well, you know how Carly is. She thinks MTV is going to walk in one day and do a reality show off her non-existent singing career.” Sandy and I laughed. You sing a solo in the seventh-grade talent show and suddenly, you’re a professional singer.

“Hell, if anyone is a singer, it’s you, Mills. Get it?” I just scoff at Sandy’s lame joke, playing off my last name being Singer, and before I knew it, we were at school.

We parked the car and began grabbing all our stuff when a real sleek classic black car drove up to the front of the school. Parked rather crooked, two young boys got out of the car and everything around me suddenly came to a halt. I knew that car. I didn’t get a chance to see them because there was a thrall of students surrounding the car. Jared and Carly’s break up long forgotten, as guys were impressed with the car and the girls were impressed with the boys who came from that car.

“Whoa, who do you think they are?” Sandy asked me, snapping me from my thoughts.

“No one worth our time. Come on.” I say, strutting off, but not before I got the feeling one person was staring at me. We got to homeroom Spanish and chatted away with all our friends before Mrs. Ramirez came into the room.

“Clase, cálmate (“class, settle down)!” Mrs. Ramirez had the philosophy to speak in Spanish and have us try and figure out what she saying until she ended up having to tell us anyway. Not sure this was a very useful way of teaching but this what she did.

“Buenos días clase, tenemos un nuevo alumno. Este es Sam Winchester.” (“Good morning class, we have a new student. This is Sam Winchester.”) My head snapped up; it couldn’t be.

“Saluda a Sam.” (Say hello to Sam.)

“Hi, Sam.” A very few students had bothered to say hello to the new student, who was ushered to sit down in the only open seat in the class; next to me.

“Hey, I’m Sam.” He says, sitting down, but not making eye contact with me. I didn’t know what to say so I just kept quiet, hoping he would remember me.

“Do you not…holy shit. Miliana?”

“Hi, Sam,” I say, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” He asks me in surprise.

“I should be asking you the same.”

“You never left Lawrence?” He whispers/asks.

I shake my head. “You know how my Dad felt about a girl being a hunter. He didn’t want me to have to see that life once I reached high school. Said I needed every normal high school experience I could get.”

“Well Miliana Singer, you are far from normal.” He said, causing heat to suddenly appear in my cheeks.

“Sra. Singer, Sr. Winchester, ¿tiene algo que quiera compartir con el resto de la clase? (Ms. Singer, Mr. Winchester, do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?).”

“No Sra. Ramirez (No Mrs. Ramirez)” We both said in unison, our attention now on the lesson.

“¡Bien, entonces ciérralo! (Good, then zip it!)” As the rest of the class went on, I couldn’t help but steal glances from Sam. He was exactly how I remember him but he grew! He must’ve hit a growth spurt somewhere in those six years since I saw him last because he’s a freaking giant now. His hair is longer now too. He occasionally would flip it out of his eyes and it would send a whiff of his cologne and his natural “Sammy scent” as Dean used to call it, my way. His eyes were a mix of green and brown, like the color of the trees right before they begin to change color for the fall. And his smile was a big and bright and contagious as ever.

“Señorita Singer, ¿le gustaría resumir la Constitución española? (Miss Singer, would you like to summarize the Spanish Constitution?).

“Um…” I trail off but a voice spoke up.

“España es una monarquía y trabajan para mostrar la importancia de la libertad, la justicia, la igualdad y el pluralismo politico. (Spain is a monarchy and they work to show the importance of freedom, justice, equality, and political pluralism.)” Sam responded in perfect Spanish, to which everyone in the room took notice of.

“Muy Bueno señor Winchester. (Very good, Mr. Winchester). To which Sam just winked at me. Holy crap, what was happening here? How has he gotten more attractive all these later? And what is he doing in tenth? Wasn’t he supposed to be a freshman? He’s fifteen after all! I don’t know what his game is but I’m going to figure it out and figure out why he’s back in Lawrence. He got out! Why would anyone want to come back here?

The bell rang, indicating the end of the class and the prime time to catch up with Sam. However, with him being so tall, once he grabbed his backpack, he was out the door in a flash.

“This boy!” I said in my head. Keeping up with him was going to be a struggle considering I’m only 5’6. Rushing out the class, I zig-zag through the crowded halls, looking for that floppy head of hair. Finally, on almost the opposite side of campus, there he was. He was lucky to have a top locker but I guess because he’s so big, it makes sense.

“Sam!” I yell, just a few feet away, but quickly catching up.

“Millie, hey.” He said smiling that perfect smile but using my nickname; the only my closest friends and family can call me. It was weird hearing him say it since he feels like a stranger now.

“Miliana,” I tell him.

“What?” He looked a bit stunned that I corrected him.

“It’s Miliana. Only my closest friends and family get to call me Millie and since you left…” I instantly regretted it when the words fell off my lips but there it was.

“Ah yeah, I guess I kind of deserve that, especially since we didn’t even get to say goodbye,” Sam said, slowly nodded his head as he understood why I was hostile.

“Yeah, no offense but your Dad is kind of…” I say but he interrupts me.

“A douche? Yeah, I know.” Sam said, knowing all too well how I felt about how his Dad just ripped him away from me. “How’ve you been?”

“Good, surprised to see you here. Actually, why are you back in Lawrence?”

“Well Dad figured to move closer to home for a while but Dean still loves the hunter life so he and my Dad go out on a lot of cases.”

“Are you left alone a lot?”

“Oh yeah, but I’m going to living close to your Dad. There’s a small little house that is just up the road from where you guys are so I figured I’d stay there.”

“So, you’ll be around more often?” I tried to hide my hopefulness but I knew Sam; he could tell.

“I hope to, at least until graduation.” He grinned at me and my heart fluttered. Stop it, Miliana.

“By the way, how are you a sophomore? You’re fifteen!”

“Oh that. Well, I’m pretty advanced for my age so they set me up as a sophomore.”

“I’d say you are pretty advanced; you speak Spanish fluently!” I comment, still being stunned that he spoke so effortlessly. “Why are you taking a Spanish class if you’re that fluent?”

“Eh, I needed it for credit so I thought it would be the easiest A I could come by. Plus, I have separate assignments than the rest of the class.”

“What?”

“I’m an in-class tutor. When Mrs. Ramirez can’t tutor students in need of some extra attention, she looks to me. Turns out, a lot of the class is struggling so we made a deal; I tutor and learn all her lessons, I get the credit.”

Okay, Sam was so much cooler than I remember him being. He is so sweet and caring and smart and, oh no, I can’t be falling for him. No way, no! We had one little incident when we were kids but that was it; we were kids! We didn’t know what love or crushes were then. I cannot be falling for my childhood friend.

“You good there, Miliana?” Sam said, bringing out me of my thoughts again.

“Yeah, I’m good, thanks.”

“You sure? You looked like you were thinking about me shirtless or something.”

That son of a bitch! “What? Pssst. You wish Winchester!”

Sam just chuckled and shook his head but grabbed some more books out of his locker and set them in his bag, patted me on the shoulder, and bid me farewell. Shit, I’m so screwed.

 (Reference for the Spanish Constitution because I don’t plagiarize: Smith, Carr, Spain. Encyclopedia Britannica. Encyclopedia Britannica Inc. 2020 16 August. 2020 18 August. https://www.britannica.com/place/Spain)

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can we still be friends • seven

↬ After splitting up, Johnny and Y/N struggle to detach their lives from one another. Their relationship as a couple lasted for almost five years until they both decided to breakup. As they start dating other people the ex-couple consistently check on each other under the guise of "friendship." Only to find out that one of them is still in love with the other.

Meanwhile, Johnny left to go play video games with the rest of the boys on campus, but they decided to head back to one of the boy’s apartments since the dorms couldn’t fit all 21 of them. As Yuta and Johnny sat on the couch setting up the gaming system, Yuta asked Johnny something he didn’t expect to hear. “Hey dude, do you have Tinder?” Sitting there, Johnny stupidly asked, “What’s Tinder?”

Pausing the game, Yuta gave Johnny a look that said, “Are you stupid?” “Dude, Tinder, the dating app. Have you been living under a rock?” Making him unpause the game, he responded, “Nah man, I don’t like those kind of apps.” Sitting not too far from the two was Taeyong and Taeil and they couldn’t help but overhear the conversation between Johnny and Yuta. “Try it bro. You’re single. It’s for you,” Yuta encouraged. “Dude, I don’t need that,” Johnny said to him as he was trying to focus on the game. Johnny wasn’t the type to do hookups, but now that he was single, it never crossed his mind until now. “Are you trying to set Johnny up with a random girl? So soon too?” said Taeil as he munched on some chips.

Grinning from ear to ear, Yuta faces the older boy. “Yeah, there’s like, hook-ups, but more than that, you can have conversations and companionships.” Scrunching up his nose, Johnny didn’t like the sound of that and disagreed with Yuta. It felt weird and cringey to him. “You’re such a loser, Johnny. Come on, have a little fun once in a while. And you know what, if you get on Tinder, Y/N will get jealous for sure.” At the sound of that, Johnny paused the game to fully faced Yuta and listen to what he had to say. “You think?” Grinning once again, Yuta replied with, “Have I ever steered you wrong?”

The rest of the boys stopped what they were doing and looked at each other. They knew that this would end up in a disaster. Turning off the console, Yuta grabbed his phone and tossed it to Kun. “Here, you take the pictures. We need this to be perfect. Jaemin, get the lights, the lighting here is too dark.” Once everything was in order, Johnny was leaning against the wall as Yuta perfected everything. “Okay, first things first, profile pic. Stand up straight and smile.” Reluctant to take the picture, Kun put on a straight face. He knew that something bad is going to happen if Johnny makes a Tinder. Snapping the picture, Kun shows the picture to everyone. Huddling around the phone, everyone had ideas of their own. “Ooh, what about Johnny pretending to play basketball? He just wears a jersey and poses like he’s making a shot?” Chenle explained as grabbed one of their old jerseys from a fundraiser. “Or he could be one of those outdoorsy people who like to hike. I’ve got a hiking vest and a bandana,” said Hendery. Everyone turned to look at him quizzically. “You own a bandana?” asked Yang Yang.

“Yeah, you don’t?”

“Anyways, let’s get back to the task at hand people! Any more suggestions?”

“Ooh! Bad boy type!” Jeno exclaimed excitedly.

“Surfer dude!” Jisung replied while holding a surf board.

Once everyone made their suggestions, they took pictures for each one of them. Looking at the camera roll in his phone, Yuta made a face. “Uh, at least we have options, but let’s pick the best ones to post.”

As all of the 19 boys gathered around to make Johnny’s Tinder profile, Lucas and Mark were with Y/N at a cafe eating dessert. When Lucas took a sip from his drink, he choked when he saw that Johnny was on Tinder. “Holy shit!” Jumping from Lucas’s sudden outburst, Mark looked at him and grabbed his phone. “What? What happened? Oh shit.”

Y/N gave them a glare and apologized to the people around them. “What? What has you shouting at a cafe?” She asked. “Johnny is on Tinder,” Mark said, handing her Lucas’s phone. As she took the phone from his hand, she looked at it before looking back up at them again. “What’s Tinder?” Snatching his phone back, he gave her a crazy look. “Are you for real? You don’t know what Tinder is?”

“Are you even millennial?” Mark asked with a straight face as he took a bite from his burger. Lucas face palmed as Mark explained to her what Tinder was. “Y/N, Tinder is a dating app. You’ll see pictures of other singles and if he’s your type, swipe right. If not, swipe left,” Mark explained with hand gestures, with Lucas following alongside him. “If you match, you can chat with each other.”

Confused, Y/N asked them why he was on Tinder. Patting the girl on the shoulder, they explained to her that the two of them broke up. “He’s a single guy, remember? But technically, you’re single as well.” Clapping his hands Lucas gets a bright, but also stupid idea. “You know what we should do? We’re going to make you a Tinder account!” Lucas exclaimed joyfully as Mark nodded his head. “I mean it’s not a bad idea, but it’s also a recipe for disaster.”

“Trust me, it’s going to be perfect. We’re going to make her look hot!”

This earned Lucas a smack on the shoulder from Y/N. “No, no way am I doing that!”

But alas, here the three of them were, out and about in the city taking pictures for Y/N. They bought several outfits for her to wear around the city and took at least over a hundred photos for the app. Y/N was in a little black dress with black stilettos posing next to a lamp. She glared at the two boys and said:

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

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(I Can Still Recall) Our Last Summer - Chapter Five (Group Fic) - pureCAMP

A/N - deepest apologies for the shalaska drought :)))

jk, jk. this one is sharon/willam so it doesn’t count… and there are only two chapters left so hold ur breath!!

real talk, show some love and hang in there!! i have a half written update for in sickness and in health being worked on right now and a three part au shalaska in the works, as well as all my other fics on the go that will be updated once these next ones are done. i’m still here and i’m still going!! encouragement is. well. encouraged.

The dressing room had finally been restored to its usual state of peace and calm. Ironically enough, the usual peace that the dressing room could call normal was a state of absolute chaos, with clothing and makeup strewn all over the place, and three drunk girls giggling in front of mirrors. It was worth remembering that the so-called dressing room was actually a small room once used as a storage cupboard behind the stage, with a couple of mirrors and three screens to give them a little privacy in case someone walked in.

For the past few shows, the mood in the makeshift dressing room had been quite sombre. Sharon had been quieter, a little more closed off, her performances more lacklustre than usual. She hadn’t realized what an effect she’d had on the room, but now, in her cheerier mood, things had returned to normal.

Raja, who was still half-naked but with a full face of makeup on, was doing poor karaoke into a makeup brush as Jinkx looked on, fully dressed with half an eyebrow painted on and not much else. Somehow, at the sight of her friends being uplifted by her own better mood, Sharon felt brighter. She laughed at their antics, teasing her hair up with a comb and trying not to choke on the hairspray fumes.

“Jesus fuck, this place needs windows.” She coughed. “Does this look done?”

Raja stopped singing to inspect her friend’s hair. “Yeah, it’s done. Special effort tonight? Any reason? Dick, maybe?”

Sharon gasped, affronted. “Raja! I’m debuting a brand new look for a brand new song, if you must know. It’s a new era.”

Nodding, Jinkx swung around in her chair, now with a second eyebrow. “A new Sharon who won’t take anybody’s shit and doesn’t cry over boys.”

“Hear, hear!” Raja raised her wine glass, ignoring the fact that it was empty. “Tonight is gonna be great.”

If you insist, Sharon thought to herself, before she could stop it. Bad Sharon. You need a better mental attitude than that. 

It was going to be a good night. So what if she had been left reeling by Justin? He was gone now, probably married or safely tucked up in his fiancée’s arms. There was nothing Sharon could do about that besides feel heartbroken. She was strong - her friends had known it all along. Tonight was about her, and the girls, and not a single boy was going to mess up her life again. 

If anything, she had learnt from them… right? Justin, sweet, deceptive Justin, had taught her about trust and heartbreak. Jaremi had taught her that maybe no-strings-attached didn’t work for her, considering she still had to quell the urge to become affectionate towards him. Overall, it had been bad, but she was learning. 

Did that mean she was going to make the same mistake with Willam?

Maybe. 

He was attractive, after all - in a mischievous way, all floppy blonde hair and too-white teeth and cocked eyebrows. His demeanor was as if the world had been created just for him, and he could do whatever he liked with it. Sharon admired his confidence. Knowing he was at the taverna, waiting for them to come on stage, gave her a little thrill. 

Don’t do it again, Sharon. Don’t make the same mistake three times.

There was a pretty good turnout in the taverna that evening; Maria had clearly been around all day, hollering about the show. The residents of the island were fond of their few entertainment sources, especially The Supermodels. There hadn’t been any time to make posters as they normally would, but it seemed word of mouth had been enough. Every table was full, and some people were standing, holding their drinks and chatting as they eagerly awaited the show.

Sharon’s eyes found Willam immediately as they stepped on stage, assuming their usual positions. He was sat close to the old woman who had been with him at church, one arm lazily draped over the back of her chair. The excitement of performing a new song again, coupled with the adrenaline rush of feeling Willam’s gaze on her body, made Sharon feel utterly short of breath. Somehow she knew this would be one of her most explosive performances yet.

The music started. A few people gasped in excitement.

“Last night, I was taking a walk along the river, and I saw him together with a young girl…”

The inevitable nervousness dissipated as Sharon heard Jinkx joining in, her voice uniquely strong and powerful, followed by Raja’s deep, melodious harmony. Part of her wished that the three of them could stay on the island forever, making a living out of performing, forever remaining in the little safety bubble of music. It made her almost angry - yes, angry - that they would be leaving her too.

For once, she didn’t veer away from that thought, instead channelling her anger into the song. It was essentially a fuck you to how easily she had fallen, and how easy it was to do the same thing again (and again.) It was better to let it out now, on stage with people dancing and cheering, than to consign it into passive aggressive letters for the next few months.

Just this one last time, Sharon let herself wallow in her feelings as she sang. Justin had left her and it fucking hurt. Jaremi was just using her because she was letting him. Her own mother had slapped her time and time again, unable to stand her daughter’s failures. Her two best friends - her two only friends - would be gone in a matter of weeks, leaving her alone. It was all worth being angry over.

“You’ll think you’re in paradise…”

As the song drew to an end, Sharon found herself flooded with a mixture of emotions, her mood swinging suddenly from angry to relieved, grateful and beyond ecstatic. She clung to Jinkx and Raja, out of breath and sweaty, as the appreciative cheering and clapping rewarded them for their efforts.

“God, I love you two.” Sharon whispered, completely breathless. Jinkx kissed her cheek, and Raja pulled them into a tighter embrace.

The three of them stayed like that, holding onto one another as if they were going to collapse, until the collective euphoria from the music had died down. The patrons went back to their drinks and conversations, smiling at the girls as they went past, some offering kind words. At the first attractive man, Raja slipped away to flirt.

“Ah, your blonde is here.” Jinkx grinned, pointing over to Willam as though Sharon hadn’t noticed. “Go on, go secure your rebound boy. I’ll be here scouring for the lesbians, so I’ll be fine.”

She patted Sharon on the shoulder, her face a picture of playfulness. “Oh, her outfit is hideous. I bet she’s gay. See you later!”

The universe was practically forcing it to happen. There was definitely no getting away from Willam, that was for sure. It seemed written into the fucking stars. At least this time, Sharon reasoned with herself, she knew exactly what her mistake was. It was the universe’s fault that she was making it.

Willam patted the spare seat next to him. Coincidentally, he had ordered a drink for his great grandmother Pat, and she didn’t like it, but it just so happened to be Sharon’s favourite, so she just had to sit and drink it. It was just courtesy, after all. Goddamned universe, trying to be subtle.

“Sharon, I love you in this outfit. It’s very tight.” Was his opening line, as he pushed the drink towards her.

Thankfully, she caught it deftly before it could be swept off the table. “Thanks… It’s supposed to be.”

Pat laughed. “I like this one! I wish I could’ve worn these kind of things, back in my day. Very chic!”

“Oh, so you’re both fashionistas?” Sharon asked, sipping her drink. “Gotta love that. Anyway, I can’t stay long, but…” She grinned. “I’ll finish this first. I gotta make sure my ride home doesn’t leave me.”

Willam placed a hand on her thigh. Sharon tried not to shiver.

“You could always stay with me. Spend the night.”

Emboldened by the stage high, Sharon cackled with laughter. “Oh, you wish! Nah, I’m in deep shit. I majorly pissed off my mom.”

“The church bitch.” Pat said darkly. Her sinister tone caught both Sharon and Willam unawares, sending them both into a fit of laughter that somehow ended with the two of them leaning on each other for support. Willam was warm. She could feel muscles under his shirt. Shake it off, Sharon.

“Oh, everyone at that place fucking loves her, but I don’t.” Pat continued. “She’s a nasty bitch if I ever saw one.”

There was something strangely hilarious about such an old woman, shrivelled into her early nineties, being so catty. Sharon agreed wholeheartedly with every word that came out of her little puckered mouth. She had the same bright white smile as Willam, even at her age, which made her incredibly endearing.

“She always calls me by my proper name, too. Cow. I tell everyone I’m Pat, and she goes Patricia in her smug little voice that she has. Ghastly woman. I’m sorry you have her as a mother.”

Sharon raised her glass for a cheers. “I’m sorry I have her as a mother too,” She laughed, clinking glasses with Pat. Willam leant over and pushed Pat’s glass away from her, smile lines creasing at the corners of his eyes. “Maybe we should change your name to Trixie.”

Pat laughed. “Ha! I’m far too old for a young girl’s name like that. I bet your mother would call it a whore name. Maybe I will, out of spite.”

“I think you’ve had enough, Granny Pat. Two vodkas is your limit, we all know what happened at Christmas.”

He mimed some horrific dancing as Sharon finished her drink, trying not to splutter it everywhere. Pat, to her credit, was completely unembarrassed - if anything, there was a twinkle of amusement in her eye.

Sharon gathered the now-empty glasses towards the front of the table as Willam helped Pat up, wrapping an arm round her to lead her out. Between the two of them, it was easy to manoeuver an elderly lady towards the exit, and easier still to talk once they were outside. The pavilion outside the taverna and the shore below them both seemed deserted, the island residents either packed into the taverna, or tucked up into their beds. The sun was just starting to dip beneath the ocean.

“You sure you’re not coming with us?” Willam offered again. “I have several ulterior motives lined up, but I’m a respectful man, so sleeping is one of them.”

Sharon giggled. “I’m okay, honestly. I’m weirdly tired, I just want to go home and sleep for forever. But thank you.”

Willam saluted. “Any time, any time at all. See ya tomorrow, probably.”

He waited until Sharon had started to make her descent to the shore before he began helping Pat up to wherever her home was. Sharon could hear him singing, loudly parodying “Look into her angel thighs, one lick and you’re hypnotized…” for at least half of her journey down. She chuckled to herself, resigning herself to the fact that her next run-in with him would probably end the way most of her male encounters did these days - with a throaty gasp.

-

Down at the docks, Sharon sat on the very edge of the pier, letting her feet dangle into the gentle waves. Jaremi’s boat was nowhere to be seen, but he was often late. Most likely he was wrapped up with some girl, having lost track of time. He would squeeze Sharon into his embrace, which she would gladly fall into, and then she would smell the girl’s perfume all over him.

The sex was as present as ever, but as Sharon grew more disconnected, Jaremi seemed to grow more distant. She suspected that Jaremi was bored of her, and the variety of perfumes he smelt of only served to prove her theory. She just pretended it didn’t sting, and stared out at the ocean until it was time to go home.

Sharon watched as the sun sunk lower and lower, feeling the air grow chilly around her. It wasn’t often that the island felt cold, and at such an inauspicious time she was thankless for the breeze. An hour passed, and she pulled her feet out of the now freezing water, curling into a ball and shivering a little.

She waited. The waves got rougher.

A second hour passed. Not a single wave went undisturbed by the motion of a boat.

Naively, or perhaps stupidly, Sharon clung to the hope that Jaremi just hadn’t realized the time. He knew that he always collected Sharon, to sail her home before going off to do whatever he did in the small hours of the night. She relied on him for that. It was their unspoken deal. He wouldn’t just leave her sit on the pier and freeze all night, would he?

Her teeth chattered. She kept her eyes fixed on the horizon, rubbing ineffectually at her frozen arms and legs to try and get a little bit of warmth.

Finally, after a few more minutes of waiting, a person appeared, traipsing along the sand. She didn’t recognise the woman other than knowing her as one of the locals, and it was a relief just to see another person after so long staring at sea and sky.

“Hi, sorry… Have you seen Jaremi? Carey, the explorer? I’ve been waiting for him all night.” She rubbed at her arms once again, and felt no improvement.

The woman frowned. “You mean no one told you?”

Sharon’s heart fell into the pit of her stomach. “What?”

“He’s gone.” She said bluntly. “Sailed off this morning, maybe three or four. Back to his travelling again.”

Though it was difficult, Sharon tried not to look as though she felt like she’d been hit by a bus. She swallowed the lump in her throat, ignoring how strained her voice sounded. “O-Oh. Okay. No problem.”

Huge problem.

The woman went on her way, offering a weakly sympathetic smile before getting further and further away along the beach. 

For another half an hour, Sharon simply sat and continued to watch the sea, reeling from the shock of his sudden departure. As it grew colder, she realized that something had to be done, lest she freeze in the night out on the dock. She tried to consider her options, now that she was essentially stranded.

There were no more boats running from the island to the mainland; it was too late now. There wouldn’t be another until six the following morning, and that was far too long to wait.

She could sleep in the little cabin on the shore, but that wasn’t ideal. It was a rough night, the sea beginning to churn angrily as it got colder. The cabins weren’t exactly built to be safe in that kind of weather, and she’d spend the night terrified and cold in the bed, fearing that the cabin might collapse on her. Of course, it didn’t help that her cabin was where she had lost her virginity to Justin, who was no longer keeping her safe…

The shack at the top of the island was the safest bet she had, but Sharon ruled that one out too. For some reason, she had been struck with a wave of exhaustion that had burrowed right into her bones. Even now, petrified and bitterly cold, she felt on the verge of falling asleep. It was unusual for her - normally she was a bit of an insomniac, able to stay awake for hours on end. She knew that tonight especially, given how tired she was, that she would never be able to drag herself up to the top.

That left… nothing. 

Whether it was the cold, the fear, or something else entirely, Sharon felt sick. Before she could even think, the urge became too overwhelming, and she leant over the edge of the pier to vomit - just as a hand tapped her shoulder.

When she was done, she sniffed in embarrassment and turned to see who had tapped her. To her surprise, Willam was stood behind her, his brow furrowed in concern and confusion. He looked as though he was being ripped apart by the extreme change in weather, his shirt whipping in the gale.

“Are you okay? It’s fucking freezing out here!” He shouted over the wind. Sharon hadn’t realized how ferociously it had picked up, but her hair was flapping wildly around her face. “I thought you said you had a ride?”

Wordlessly, Sharon took Willam’s outstretched hand and managed to pull herself up, shivering violently. He pulled her close, opening up his coat to try and squeeze her into it along with him. It was a sweet gesture, even if the coat was as cold as Sharon herself. She appreciated the kindness.

“I-I did!” Sharon tried, her throat hoarse. “Turns out he l-left this morning and didn’t t-tell me. I need to g-get home!”

Willam began stroking her hair, murmuring quiet words of comfort. Although the wind tore the words away before Sharon could hear them, just the soothing tone of his voice was enough to help calm her panic. Everything was going to be okay. Even if her mom was going to go insane, everything would be alright for now. Willam was going to help her.

“I have a boat, okay?” Willam said, louder so he could be heard. “We’ll get you home, it’s gonna be alright. Stay with me, you’re okay.”

-

Everything else was a blur. Sharon, hunched and shivering but now draped in Willam’s coat, focused on making sure she wasn’t going to be sick again as she was bundled around. A man she didn’t recognise was untying Willam’s boat, and Willam himself was gently leading her inside. She couldn’t seem to take any of it in.

Thank the fucking lord for the interior of the boat. It was much grander than Jaremi’s, and warmer - that was all Sharon cared about. She allowed herself to be tucked up, slowly given water to sip, and warmed in one of the beds. Willam didn’t leave her side for a moment.

As the boat began to sail out, Willam sat down and smiled softly. “Goddammit, Sharon. I’m not supposed to show you my soft side yet. You’re supposed to think I’m effortlessly cool and hilarious first. Then I seduce you, we fuck and then I show you my soft side. Then, of course, I find out you’re far too much for me to handle and our tragic love affair ends there.”

He smiled again as Sharon laughed. “But seriously. You can have anything you need from me, I’ve got you. You ever need a lift home, or somewhere to stay, I got your back. I’ll give you whatever you need.”

Starting to feel better, Sharon handed Willam his coat back and shifted into a sitting position, her legs covered by a thick blanket. He took the coat and balled it up, throwing it as far as he could just to make her laugh again. Her stomach settled, Sharon obliged.

“You have a great laugh. I could fall in love with that laugh.”

“I’d be careful. I’m a minefield.” Sharon told him, grinning. “You heard the song tonight. You know I’ve got baggage.”

Willam nodded. “Is the asshole who left you here the asshole in the song?”

Sharon shook her head.

“Yikes. You really have been fucked over.” Willam cringed. “Anything I can do to help?”

Don’t do it, Sharon. Don’t cave. Don’t make the same fucking mistake again, you know it’s wrong. Don’t give in.

“Get your shirt off and get over here.”

Goddammit, universe.

-

When Sharon woke up, she felt warm. It was a comfortable, familiar kind of warm - the kind of warmth that comes from the body of a lover, cuddling up close. As her foggy vision began to sharpen, she zeroed in on the handsome face of Willam, just above her. She was nestled into his chest, still naked, apparently having grown fond of him in her slumber. Making no effort to move, she closed her eyes once again, willing sleep to find her.

“I know you’re awake.” Came Willam’s voice, gruff with sleep.

Sharon didn’t react. “That’s nice.”

He laughed, his bronze chest juddering up and down, and snaked an arm around her, shifting her even closer than before. Sharon sighed contentedly and let him.

“Didn’t you say your mom was gonna be super mad at you?”

“She always is,” Sharon dismissed sleepily. “It’s not like it matters.”

Contrary to her expectations, spending the night with Willam hadn’t made Sharon’s heart tighten with that familiar, aching lust. If anything, she just felt close to him - the same way she felt after spilling her emotions to Raja or Jinkx. He felt safe, trustworthy even. He didn’t set her on fire like Justin had.

Nobody else ever could.

“Alright…” Willam drawled lazily. “So if I hop into the shower, with the premium deluxe pressure and more than enough room for another person, she wouldn’t mind if you joined me?”

Sharon smiled. “She wouldn’t ever have to know…”

She sat up and began to laugh slightly. “What the fuck is premium deluxe pressure?”

“Come find out.”

-

For most of the following week, as Raja and Jinkx grew busier with preparing for their rapidly-encroaching departure, Sharon found herself spending her time with Willam and his charismatic grandma. It was nice to be around a family that just seemed normal - not overly wrapped up in themselves and their romance, as was the case with Raja’s parents. Pat was old and could move very little, but she swore and drank like a sailor, and it made for some interesting times. Willam, of course, helped.

It seemed more than anything that, despite their frequent rendez-vous, Willam was becoming a close friend. Their nature was more like a friendship than anything else - the sexual chemistry masked by their natural rapport. It was as if they’d been friends.

“It’s been a fucking nightmare trying to find support here, honestly.” Pat was saying, a glass of brandy sitting on the table before her. “Nobody wants to help a sweet little old lady these days.”

Willam snorted. “Sweet. Oh, what delusion.”

Sharon laughed. “Shut up! Let her be old and sad!”

Pat raised her glass in solidarity, her hands trembling but her resolve firm. Willam downed his as though it was a shot and shrugged.

“Why don’t you just die? Cheaper and easier for everyone involved, including you.” He suggested.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Pat replied dryly, sending them both into fits of laughter. “Not for me. I’ll pay a ton if it means someone will come and fuckin’ help me that isn’t you, Bill.”

For as much as they were joking, Sharon sympathised with the old lady. She loved the island more than anything else in her life - she couldn’t imagine life without it. A life unable to look out across its views, taking in the beach and the fresh sea-salt air; that wasn’t a life at all, really. She hoped somebody would be available to come and care for Pat.

As Willam got up, gathering their glasses and leaving the room, Pat turned on Sharon. There was a glimmer in her eye, a kindly smile on her face. Even though she had only met her just a week ago, Sharon felt insanely grateful for her presence in her tumultuous life.

“He’s off next week, I’m sure he told you. Chasing his fortune in LA. He’ll miss you, of course.”

Sharon nodded. “I’m sure I’ll miss him too.”

The conversation had happened the night before, as they lay naked on top of one another - although Sharon left that detail out of her mind when she was with Pat. Willam, never one to hide anything, had come clean about his time on the island.

“I had to make sure she was okay. We were hoping to find someone to care for her, but if she has to go into assisted living then that’s that.” He held Sharon close. “It’s a shame, though.”

“Yeah…” Sharon agreed, not sure what else to say. “She seems like such a free spirit.”

Willam emitted his seal-laugh, the one that always made Sharon crack up. “She likes free spirits, I know that for certain. But yeah - I’ll be leaving soon. Five days.”

He stretched. “You have five days to enjoy this luscious body of mine before I go back to LA. I’m an actor over there.”

At least she had a little bit of a warning. Unlike Justin, who she was sure might’ve stayed, or Jaremi, who had left without a second thought, Willam had given her time. He was the first to think that far ahead, she assumed.

Not wanting her message to be misconstrued, Sharon gently tugged the duvet covers, trying to preserve some of her modesty before she spoke. She had always found it difficult to articulate anything just after sex, so it took her a little while to think of what she wanted to say.

“Look… Willam… without sitting here and talking about all the different ways my heart has been broken recently, I just want to say this. My friends are leaving soon and I don’t want everything to fall apart and leave me here missing you. So… can we not do a goodbye?”

She chewed her lip. “I mean, I’ll say goodbye to you. We can hug and I’ll see you off and whatever, that’s fine. But I don’t want any of the promises to keep in touch or visit, none of that awkward hanging on to something that doesn’t matter. I don’t want to know if I meant anything to you, or how much. I just want it to be over when it’s over, and we both know that it’s gonna be over. Is that- is that okay?”

Sharon expected that meeting his eyes would be awkward. He would look at her like she was broken, some kind of delicate flower he needed to treat gently. In the worst case scenario, his eyes would be filled with pity.

She looked up. Willam was smiling - not kindly, not sympathetically - just normally. “Sure. No goodbyes here. Nada. None.”

“Alright. Okay. Good.”

Willam laughed. “You have a massive hickey right by your nipple. I can’t be serious anymore, that’s so funny. Look at it!”

It had gone better than she thought it would.

“I’ll be fine.” Sharon dismissed it. “I’m a big girl, I can cope without a boy.”

Pat clapped her wrinkled hands. “That’s it, sweetheart! Atta girl. A life without men in it does wonders for your complexion, anyway. You won’t get stress lines if you don’t have a walking stress, bugging you for orgasms every ten minutes.”

Sharon howled with laughter. She suspected that maybe Pat was right.

-

Sex and laughter. That was how Sharon summed up her final week with Willam.

They had sex, they laughed, they sang. It was a blur of mindless fun that meant nothing to either of them. The two of them had grown close, three including Pat, but Willam had to leave. It was okay. Sharon had had ample time to prepare to be properly alone, and she didn’t mind so much anymore.

At the dock was the last place she saw him. He was stood next to his boat, the very ship he had taken her on when she was cold and in need. It would be taking him to somewhere in the middle of Europe, where he would then catch a first class flight back to LA - with the same sunshine, but less paradisiacal whimsy. 

He was just standing there, looking pretty. Sharon crossed her arms.

“I guess this is goodbye?” Willam said, the cheeky grin on his face only highlighting just how clearly he remembered the post-coital promise he had made.

Sharon scowled. “Fuck off, Willam. I don’t do goodbyes. I’m an all or nothing kind of girl.”

Slowly becoming serious, Willam touched a bruise on his neck and softened. “Don’t I know it. So I’ll be seeing you?”

At Sharon’s raised eyebrow, he started to giggle. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I know. It’s over.”

“Yeah.” Sharon nodded. “Probably not. But for what it’s worth, have a nice life.”

He grinned. “You too. You deserve it. I mean that.”

Things were verging into dangerous territory. Sharon told him, in no uncertain terms, to shut up, and he did.

Then he was on the boat, waving.

Then he was gone.

#rpdr fanfiction #our last summer #purecamp #pharon #sharon needles #raja gemini #jinkx monsoon #phi phi o'hara #alaska thunderfuck #willam belli #submission #shillam #m/f au #mamma mia au

[inconvenient-sneezes]

oh boy. what’s better than pre-serum steve with a nasty cold and caretaker!bucky?

Would I grant all your wishes and be proud of the task? Only forever, if someone should ask. How long would it take me to be near, if you beckoned? Off hand, I would figure less than a second.

[[this is a multi-chapter fic, so read part two and part three here]]

Time After Time

Chapter One: A Night on the Town (Before)

***

Steve Rogers straightens his collar nervously as he gets ready for his “date.” Bucky had managed to get him a blind date; they were supposed to meet up at Steve’s house and go to the bar from there. Steve knew it was going to be a disaster from the get-go, but Bucky had insisted.

Turning on the water, Steve let it run while he searched for his razor. He didn’t actually grow much facial hair, but he wanted to at least make sure he was clean shaven for whatever poor dame had been set up with him. He’d also contracted a cold, which wasn’t surprising, but he wasn’t excited to have to hide it from his date. The last thing he’d want to do is get her sick.

He lathers up the shaving cream in his hands and applied it to his face. The razor itself is a cold blade and makes him shiver. Steve shaves with gentle, even strokes. Out of nowhere, his nose begins to tickle. Before he can do anything, he sneezes, razor still near his face.

“Kuh’TSCHHH!” His head snaps forward and he feels the blade cut him. 

“Ugh...” He groans as he watches a thin line of red appear on his cheek. 

Steve hurriedly snatches a piece of toilet paper and holds it to his cheek. A knock on the door startles him and he’s immediately thankful there’s no one there to see him jump.

“Hey!” Bucky Barnes says and laughs, stepping into the threshold. “How’s my favorite—”

“Hh’TCHOO!” Steve backs away from Bucky and barely catches the sneeze in his elbow, one hand still pressing the cloth on the nick.

Bucky frowns. “Uh oh. I don’t like the sound of that.”

“I have a cold,” Steve admits, rubbing his nose. “It’s okay, I can still go out.”

But Bucky doesn’t look so sure. He’s seen Steve sick plenty of times, with illnesses far worse than a cold, but still, it makes him nervous. 

“How the hell did you manage to get a cold in the summer? Isn’t it supposed to be fall or winter for you to be able to get a cold?”

Steve scoffs. “Bucky, temperature has almost nothing to do with my getting a cold. In fact, you can’t really catch a cold from—”

“I know, I know, I’m just teasing. What happened to your face?” He points at the scrap of toilet paper pressed against his friend’s cheek.

“I cut myself shaving, of course.” The young man tosses the scrap in the garbage bin. “Does it look okay?” A small, angry mark presents itself on his cheek.

Bucky nods. “I think it makes you look tough.”

Steve’s heart flips in his chest. He loves when Bucky says these kinds of things to him. “Thanks.”

“Now let’s go. We can’t leave those girls waiting on us.” He claps Steve on the shoulder, careful not to knock him down.

***

As the cab approaches the bar, Steve gets more and more nervous. He can’t ever recall a girl actually liking him, especially when Bucky is in the same room. Steve’s just too skinny, too scrawny and truth-be-told, much too average for a girl to like. Bucky? Well, Bucky’s the great war hero, about to be shipped off again. 

Sometimes Steve wonders if they know Buck’s a sniper and if they’d feel the same way if they saw him in action, killing. They probably would. Sure Steve gets jealous sometimes, but he really does like Bucky, a lot.

“There they are.” Bucky breaks Steve out of his thoughts and nods to two beautiful girls waiting outside the pub.

Two of the most beautiful girls Steve has ever seen are standing outside, waiting for them. They’re both wearing dresses, one sapphire blue, the other a nice yellow, and both sport high heels. 

The girl in blue looks a bit nervous, but probably not as much as Steve is right now. She’s chewing gum and glancing at down the street. Her friend appears to be bored, lazily twirling her curly locks around a finger while she chats. She has to have the reddest lips on the block, Steve thinks to himself.

“Wow,” he breathes.

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees. “The one in yellow is all yours.”

Steve gulps and rubs his wrists. “Uh, Bucky. I don’t know what to do.”

Bucky grabs his friend’s hands and puts them in Steve’s lap. “Look, just follow my lead. She’ll love you.”

“Eh’TSHOO!”

“And don’t sneeze too much,” he adds, before handing the driver some money and climbing out of the cab.

They walk over to the women, Steve sweating and Bucky smiling. “Hey girls,” he says with a wave. “How are you?”

“Bucky!” the girl in blue squeals, throwing herself on him. “I thought you’d never show.”

Steve stands by awkwardly, waiting for Bucky to introduce him and trying not to sneeze. The yellow-dressed girl gives Steve an apprehensive glance. “Is this...?” she begins, sounding like she almost doesn’t hope it’s true.

“Girls, this is Steve,” Bucky says, then gestures to the girl in blue. “Steve, this is Evelyn,” he adds, nodding at the girl in yellow, “and Ruth.”

“Hi,” Steve offers, knowing Ruth already doesn’t like him.

She smiles pleasantly. “Hello.”

Bucky puts his arm around Evelyn. “Let’s not wait around ladies, it looks like it’s going to rain.”

And indeed it does. Storm clouds hang in the sky, surely ominous first-date signs. Or so Steve believes. They approach the doors and of course, Bucky is the one to hold them open.

***

They’re sitting together, boy-girl, boy-girl, but things are mostly centered around the soldier. Steve figures he should be used to it by now, but he never feels like he is. 

He’s not even a real big drinker, but tonight he’s already had two and a half drinks, more than normal. Bucky says something and both girls giggle.

Steve feels his nose itch but doesn’t make a real effort to stop it. He doesn’t try to make it unnoticeable. “Hih’KSHHH!”

Ruth is turned away from him and is facing Bucky. He smiles as he says something else and then tries to pull Steve into the conversation. “Steve here likes baseball too, don’t you?”

Both girls are staring at him now and he tries not to look like an idiot. “Yeah. I um, like the New York Yankees.”

“Me too!” Evelyn says, giving him a small smile.

“He has both Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig’s signatures on a baseball,” Bucky brags, making Evelyn’s face light up. 

Ruth looks completely uninterested. 

“You don’t like baseball, Ruth?”

You don’t like me, Ruth? Steve imagines him saying this to her face, but his itching nose has other plans. “HhH! Kh’XTSHH!” 

Stifled, it’s such a girlish sounding sneeze, Ruth and Evelyn snicker and Steve can see Bucky smiling behind his hand. “Excuse me,” Steve mutters and both girls giggle again.

“Steve has the most adorable sneezes, doesn’t he?” Bucky jests, earning a laugh or two out of the pair.

To his dismay, he can’t help sneezing again. “Hiih’XXST! Er’SHH!”

They bless him, still looking that like they want to laugh, but don’t.

“That’s so cute!” Evelyn comments.

“That’s so funny,” Ruth says in an almost flat tone.

Steve sniffles. This is embarrassing and not how it was supposed to go but Bucky’s loving it. He’s also kind of drunk.

“Do it again, Steve!”

Now he’s even more motivated not to. His nostrils twitch but he angrily rubs them with a slender finger.

A couple drinks later and Bucky is kissing Evelyn like there’s no tomorrow and he’s not being discreet about it. Every time Steve hears their lips smack or when Evelyn moans quietly, he blushes. They’re in public, for God’s sake. Ruth is still sipping from her glass, more bored than ever.

“I like your lipstick,” Steve tries, sniffling. Ruth doesn’t answer or give him any acknowledgement she heard him. After awhile, Steve’s head is bobbing up and down and he’s fighting to stay awake.

“Hihh’GNKK!” 

He’s too tired to get his hands up but instead stifles one into his shoulder. Evelyn is sent into a fit of giggles upon hearing the sound and Steve is so done. He’s got a killer headache and his nose keeps running. 

He can’t even relax with Ruth sitting beside him. Steve stumbles down from his chair and tugs on Bucky’s sleeve to tell him he wants to go home. 

He must not feel it though, because he doesn’t pull away from his girl. That’s just fine with Steve. He mutters a goodbye and an apology to Ruth and leaves.

***

It’s raining outside, hard. Steve can barely see, what with the way his eyes are watering and the blur of rain. Soon, he’s soaked to the bone and shivering. 

“Hihh’TSHOO!” Finally, he can sneeze in peace.

Steve desperately wants to get home, though. Unfortunately for him, he’s terribly drunk and can’t remember the direction his apartment is in. He could hail a cab, but he doesn’t have money and can’t recall exactly what his address is.

“Watch it!” A voice growls before barreling into Steve. He has such a small frame that he’s knocked completely to the ground. Steve sits there in a puddle, dazed, and watches as the large man continues walking. 

“Ehh... eh’TSHHH!” Steve sneezes into his hands, his hair dripping.

“Steve!” Someone shouts and Steve feels himself being hauled up. For some reason, this causes him to cough until the same person pats him on the back.

“What are you doing on the ground? You know what, it doesn’t matter. Let’s get you home.” 

It’s Bucky. He leads his friend over to the curb and whistles for a cab. He helps Steve in and soon follows him. 

Bucky tells the driver his own address (because there’s no way Steve’s going back home to his house) and they’re off, speeding through the night.

“Whad aboud Evelyd?” Steve asks, congested and out of it.

“She... well, it wasn’t going to work out with us anyway. Plus, I didn’t appreciate the way Ruth treated you.”

“You didn’t? Id wasn’t — hh’XXKSHHUHH!” A strong sneeze racks his body, but he still covers his nose and mouth with his hands. A true gentleman.

“Yeah, yeah, but I shoulda known.” Bucky rubs his face tiredly. “I’m sorry for taking you out, Steve. I really shouldn’t have...”

Steve shakes his head and unintentionally sprinkles his friend with water. “Doe, id’s defidetly dot your fauld. I just ged worse id the bordigs ad dights. Besides, I probably scared her away with by... uhh... huhhH!” But he pinches his pink nose and the sneeze stops in its tracks. “With by sdeezig.”

“No, you were fine. You did everything right.”

The ride home is quiet except for Steve’s occasional sneeze and coughing.

*** Bucky leads the man inside, shaking and shivering. Bucky shut his door and locks it. He didn’t think he was going to let Steve go back home by himself tonight.

He collapses into the couch, exhausted. “I’b sorry I ruined your dight.”

Bucky gave him a sad smile. “Steve, you didn’t ruin my night. It looks like I ruined yours, more like.”

“Hehh... hih’GSHHOO!” Steve sneezes into his hands again.

“Oh God, right. Um, first things first. Get out of those clothes I guess.” Bucky had switched from friend into caretaker. He’d taken care of Steve so many times, it’d just felt natural at this point. Flu, strep, even pneumonia. You name it, Steve had contracted it at some point.

Steve shakily tries to unbutton his shirt. “B-Buck... I cad’t — ehh... HMPPP!” He presses his nose into his shoulder.

“I got it.” Bucky’s fingers move down his shirt, unbuttoning as they go, despite the many drinks he’s had tonight. Soon, Steve is shivering in his underwear and Bucky takes a quick moment to marvel at exactly how skinny he is. He can see all of his ribs and the goosebumps that seem to be everywhere.

Buck brought a blanket out of the closet and put it around his bony shoulders. “I’ll be right back, let me get you some clothes.”

And by clothes he really means “bathrobe” and pajamas. Steve puts his hands on Bucky to steady himself before stepping into the pajama pants. They’re much too big for him, but oh-so-comfortable. 

“Don’t forget the shirt,” Bucky reminds him and Steve puts his arms through the sleeves and lets Bucky button it. Lastly, he slips a bathrobe on his friend and watches as the ends of the robe pile at his feet. Bucky ties it around him and hands him the blanket. “You want to listen to the radio?”

“Ad this hour?” Steve’s mouth stretches into a yawn.

Oh, yeah. “You’re right,” Bucky nods. “It’s probably too late.”

Steve shakes his head. “No, id’s okay. Led’s try to find sobethig. Ahh... ATSCHHH!”

So Bucky takes the radio he owns and messes with the dial until someone’s singing drifts into the room. Steve grins. “I love this sogg.”

It’s Bing Crosby’s “Only Forever.” To Steve’s amusement. Bucky sits on the couch and starts serenading him. “Would I grant all your wishes and be proud of the task? Only forever, if someone should ask.”

Steve grins like an idiot when Bucky moves on to the next verse. “How long would it take me to be near, if you beckoned? Off hand, I would figure... less than a second.”

Bucky smiles at Steve until he sees his nose twitch. Annoyed, Steve scrunches up his nose and rubs it cruelly with his knuckles. “Ehhh... hehhHH!” He pinches the sneeze away, making Bucky throw up his hands.

“Steve, we’re alone! You can sneeze in front of me if you want.”

He shrugs. “We’re sitting close together ad I don’t wadda — AhhHH!” The tickle is back and Steve’s hands immediately come to his face. Bucky sighs to himself and grabs Steve’s wrists.

“B-Bucky... I g-gotta... hahh... Hahh’SHHHH!” He sneezes into the air and sniffs, flushing bright red.

“I’ve seen you with much worse than a nasty cold,” Bucky reminds him. “No need to be shy about it.”

“Bud id’s hahhH... e-embarrassig.” His nostrils are still flaring. “Ad I cad’t ged by dose to stahh... to stop doig this. Also, I think you’re drunk,” Steve points out.

“You are too.” Bucky can’t help thinking that Steve looks adorable like this, all drunk and so helpless. “Shhh...” he says as the song changes. “You like Sinatra, right?”

Steve nods, still blushing, but he lets his eyes flutter shut as Bucky starts bobbing his head. It starts with humming and turns into singing. “I said all, nothin’ at all. If it’s love, there ain’t no in-between.” 

Steve loves this so much.

Bucky watches Steve, his eyes still closed. He looks so naive and small, shivering underneath the blanket he’s wearing.

“Why begin, then cry for somethin’ that might have been? No, I’d rather, rather have nothin’ at all.” Bucky warbles softly, discreetly scooting closer to Steve. 

He figures sitting closer will keep his friend warmer, and there’s nothing wrong with that. That’s what he’s had to do in the service sometimes, sleeping together or back to back to keep warm. But he can’t exactly hide the feelings he has for Steve.

“Ihh... ITSCHH!” Steve sneezes an itchy-sounding sneeze and then gears up for another. “Hahh’ESHHH!”

“Bless you,” Bucky murmurs, allowing Steve to put his head on his shoulder. They fall asleep there with the radio on at a low volume. 

Steve snores congestedly the whole night, but Bucky doesn’t even wake up.

***

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Rumor Has It [6/10]

Series: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Izanami Hifumi/Yumeno Gentaro; Minor Jinguji Jakurai/Kannonzaka Doppo

Rating: T

Summary: Thousands of hearts broke that day. With tears shed and cries resounding to the heavens, each grief-stricken woman wondered how this could possibly happen. In the year 20XX of the H. Era, Matenrou’s MC GIGOLO and Fling Posse’s MC Phantom were officially in a relationship.

Except they weren’t, actually.

Notes: The first part kiiinda reads like a chat fic LMAO I tried to make the images as small as possible while still being readable, but there’s a link to the high res of the chats if you click on the day of the week!

Words: 3,470 + a looot of text messages lol

ko-fi // Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | You can read this on AO3! Thank you for reading~! Hope you guys enjoy~! ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/

Ch. 6: Head Over Heels

tuesday

wednesday

thursday

friday

saturday

"Er, Hifumi? A little help here?" Doppo said, juggling two bowls of curry udon in his hands.

"Gimme o~ne sec, Doppo-chin," singsonged Hifumi as he snapped pictures of the food. Three weeks wasn't that long in retrospect, but it felt like three decades since he was able to cook anything saucier than omurice. Sure, he couldn't do it all on his own, but with some (read: a lot of) direction, Doppo could whip something up. At the very least, it actually looked like udon and not a glob of goo like that time Doppo heated up cup noodles.

"What are you doing?"

"Sending pics to Yumenon." Hifumi hummed as he scrolled through his camera roll, unsure of which ones to send. They all looked good so he sent every single one. "I told him we were cooking, so I wanted to show him what a great job you did. Oh, I should show Doc, too!"

Hands too busy to hide his face, Doppo looked away. "It's not that great..."

"Of course it is!" Texts sent, Hifumi pocketed his phone and grabbed a bowl from Doppo. Skipping over to the dining room, the savory scent of the broth wafted throughout. "Ooh, smells yummy~"

"I just did what you told me to." Putting down the rest of the food, Doppo busied himself with setting up the table.

"And you're the one who did the actual cooking. It looks great, so be proud of yourself!"

Flopping into his seat, Doppo sighed. "Well, it doesn't matter if it doesn't taste great."

"Aw, c'mon, it's not like you burnt anything this time," Hifumi said, shoving him playfully. "I'm sure it's, like, edible."

Doppo grunted ("Whatever you say" in Dopponese), but he eyed the food nonetheless. Smiling, Hifumi plopped into his seat and clapped his hands together.

"Let's eat, then?"

Doppo followed suit. "Let's eat."

Not wasting a second, Hifumi grabbed his chopsticks and slurped up some udon. The richness of the curry and the mild sweetness hitting his tongue, his eyes widened and he melted into the flavor.

"Oh my God, Doppo-chin, this is good!"

Rubbing the back of his neck, Doppo looked down at his bowl. He hadn't touched his food yet. "You mean that?"

"Why wouldn't I? Like, okay, maybe the noodles are a little too soft and maybe it's kinda salty, but It’s so savory and rich! I gotta let Doc know!"

"You don't have to, it's not that big of a deal --"

"It totally is, it's your first not-crappy meal! Doc's gonna be so impressed~" Faster than Doppo could blink, Hifumi shot Matenrou's group chat with nothing but stickers and cheers for his food. He gasped then, seeing the next name on his contacts. "I'll let Yumenon know, too."

"Yumeno-san, huh..." Brow creasing, Doppo took a bite of his food. "You've been talking to him a lot recently."

All his focus on LINE, Hifumi nodded. "Yeah! He's pretty fun to talk to, actually."

"That's nice..." Trailing off, Doppo tapped his chopsticks against the edge of his bowl in a steady rhythm. "Hey, Jinguji-san and I are planning on going out tomorrow, and we wanted to know if you wanted to come? I know it's tiring staying home all day."

Hifumi's head snapped up. "Boy, do I! Where are we going? Fishing?"

"No fishing for you yet --" Hifumi pouted, to which Doppo huffed out a laugh. "-- but we're going out for lunch."

"Ooh, where? Can we get Italian?"

"Italian sounds good.”

"Yay! How 'bout after? Are we doing anything?"

"We didn't have anything in mind, but we can do something if you want to."

"Why don't we go to Sakuragaoka-cho Street?"

"Sakuragaoka-cho...?" The tapping quickened. "Isn't that in Shibuya?"

"Yep."

"I don't know, Hifumi..."

"Awww, c'mon, Doppo-chin." He took Doppo's hand from across the table and bounced it up and down, putting an end to the tapping. "I think you'll like it there. It's like really pretty and quiet and there's tons of cafes along the street, so you can relax a little! Doc, too."

Lips pursing, Doppo gave him a once over. If he had anything to say, he didn't and welp, that was Doppo for you. Instead, he sighed that sigh of his -- the light, relenting one rather than the heavy, exasperated one. Small as it was, he smiled.

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"We'll see," he said, his grip on Hifumi's hand tightening.

The next morning, Hifumi woke up bright and early for the day that awaited him; his excitement made more palpable when he saw he had a text from Gentaro.

Heart leaping, Hifumi replied immediately.

Though he was far from impatient, never had waiting for a text felt so long. Tick, tick, tick, the seconds ticked by and --

His shoulders sagged, lips curling down as he read Gentaro's message. But as he began typing a reply, his phone pinged.

Perking up, he grinned.

With that, Hifumi hopped out of bed. Today was already looking to be good, but now it had to be great -- no, amazing! He was going to have fun for two, after all.

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It was a once in a blue moon occasion that he was able to hang out with Doppo, let alone him and Jakurai at once. A shame this time was because of his medical leave, but. Whatever. The reason wasn't important. As promised, Doppo and Jakurai took him out for Italian -- the real, fancy kind, much to his delight. What wasn't so delightful, though, was how they paid for his food despite his protests. No matter! He'd just have to get back at them by cooking a super yummy meal the next time they were all able to get together.

Again, he lost two-against-one when deciding what to do after lunch -- or more like Jakurai suggested somewhere else and Doppo went "Anywhere is fine with me, but..." which pretty much meant "Yeah, let's go with Jinguji-san's idea" -- but he couldn't deny that Shinjuku Gyoen was a nice place. What really mattered to him, anyways, was that he was there with Doppo and Jakurai. With an arm linked with each of theirs, even he could appreciate the calm and quiet of the park. How couldn't he, when Doppo’s blood vessels weren’t on the verge of popping for once and Jakurai, too, wasn't tense with stress. Speaking of which...

A grin growing on his face, Hifumi dropped his hands to grab onto Doppo's and Jakurai's. He swung their hands about in an arc once, twice, three times before hopping back from his place in the middle and clasping their hands together.

Pausing, Doppo narrowed his eyes at him. The blush coloring his cheeks didn't help him much, though.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing~"

"Hifumi." Despite his glare, Doppo hadn't let go of Jakurai's hand.

"What?" he said, waving him off. "You guys are a couple, so you gotta act like one!"

Doppo heaved a sigh, the exasperated one. "My coworkers already ask me enough about you and Yumeno-san, I don't need them hounding me about Jinguji-san either."

"Actually, Doppo-kun --" Jakurai cut in before Hifumi could speak again. Holding Doppo's hand to his chest, a light pink dusted his cheeks in spite of the calm expression he wore. "-- there aren't too many people out here, so perhaps it wouldn't hurt to indulge in Hifumi-kun for now?"

Stuttering, Doppo's face reddened. "W-Well, I guess not..."

More than happy to play cupid, Hifumi wrapped his arms around them and pushed them forward with a laugh. They chattered on about life and the like as they continued strolling through the park, Hifumi more than eager to listen to Doppo's and Jakurai's work stories since home wasn't exactly the most exciting place. All the while, the wind swept by and sent the sakura petals flying in their direction.

"Maybe we should make you a flower crown, Doc." Hifumi giggled, picking off the petals that'd gotten caught in Jakurai's hair. From his palms, the breeze carried the petals away and they drifted into the sky; counting them off one by one, the scene reminded him of another outing that took place a while ago. "Y'know, this is kinda like when I went out with Yumenon the other day!"

"'Yumenon'?" Jakurai asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Ah, he means Yumeno-san."

"Yeppers! I dropped by Shibuya last week and ran into him."

Jakurai let out a low hum. "I wasn’t aware you two were that close."

"Yeah, we started talking lots after the the whole stabbing incident. Look, see." Pulling out his phone, he opened up his LINE chat with Gentaro and shoved it into Jakurai's face. "Hey, we should take a selfie! Let him know what we're up to."

"Perhaps later, Hifumi-kun." Jakurai's lips tugged up, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. He took a cursory glance at the screen before gently nudging Hifumi's hand away. "While I'm glad you're making friends, I advise you to be cautious around Yumeno-kun."

Hifumi’s steps slowed down, his brows furrowing. "What? Why?"

"Yumeno-kun is a member of Fling Posse, yes?" Blue irises clouding over, Jakurai brought their stroll to a stop. "Then certainly he has agreed to Amemura-kun's terms and Amemura-kun is... not the most trustworthy person out there."

Hifumi pouted. "Aw, Dr. Jakurai..."

"It's weird, though, isn't it?" Doppo piped up. Biting his lip, his gaze shifted from the ground to Hifumi. "That he came to our apartment when he shouldn't have known where we lived? And didn't you say he called you before this whole thing happened? That seems kind of suspicious to me..."

Pout turned frown, Hifumi started shaking Doppo's arm. "I mean... yeah, but...!"

Jakurai placed a hand on Hifumi’s shoulder, calming him down a bit.

"I do not wish to jump to conclusions, but Doppo-kun has a point. All of this seems rather sudden, so I think it would be wise to keep your guard up."

"You guys make it sound like he's some kinda bad guy..."

"Maybe he's not as good as he seems," Doppo said, barely audible.

"Nope!" Hifumi slapped his hands over his ears. "Don't wanna hear it!"

"Hifumi --"

"You guys are taking this waaay too seriously."

Taking a step back, Hifumi met Doppo's gaze, then Jakurai's. He'd seen those wary looks in their eyes before -- too many times to count from Doppo, always there to keep him from jumping headfirst into things; from Jakurai, whenever his past got brought up, regardless of how many reassurances he gave. Usually he could appreciate their levelheadedness, but accusing a friend was different than getting into trouble. Especially when they didn't know him like he did.

"There's no way Yumenon's a bad guy... Like, have you read his books? Or even seen the work he puts into them?" He continued, his hands clenching at his sides and his nails digging into his skin. A book filled with notes and dreams came to mind, fantastical stories woven about people passing by; the look on Gentaro’s face as he covered every detail and spun each tale one of pure joy. "He puts so much care and effort into what he does! And the stories themselves, there's so much emotion in them. There's a lonely kinda feel to them, but there's always a happy ending -- like, there's always hope no matter what!"

He paused, trying to make sense of Doppo and Jakurai's reactions. Nothing, except for silence and stares. They listened -- they always listened -- but he needed them to understand as well.

"When you write something like that, I can't believe someone like him could be bad..." Softly, Hifumi said, "I don't wanna believe someone like him could be bad."

Far and few between was it that his voice dipped so quietly, but he’d dropped to a whisper once he'd finished. Unfurling his fingers, he hadn't realized how hard he'd been clenching his hands until the cuts left behind began to sting. His words hanging in the air, the only thing keeping the silence from falling over was the pounding of his heart in his ears.

For better or for worse, Jakurai was always a pillar of calmness and now was no exception; his eyes holding no hint of either acceptance or rejection. Meanwhile, Doppo looked to Jakurai hesitantly -- a sign that he had an answer but was unsure of himself. Jakurai met his gaze and after a moment, they shared a nod.

Jakurai's lips tugged up first, the smile lifting a weight off Hifumi’s chest. "If that's what you believe, Hifumi-kun, then I will have to put my faith in your judgement."

"I guess, but..." Doppo glanced around before looking back at him, worry etched onto his face. "If he does anything to you, you have to tell us, okay?"

"'Course, Doppo-chin." He beamed, taking Doppo's hand and squeezing it. "But like I said, you don't gotta worry about a thing; Yumenon's a good guy through and through!"

Doppo's frown deepened. "If you say so..."

"Hey, now, no frowning! We're out here for fun, aren't we?" he said and tugged the corners of Doppo's lips up. Mood brightening, he spotted a food cart over to the side of the park. "Look, they're selling takoyaki. C'mon!"

Grabbing Jakurai’s hand, Hifumi ran off with the two of them stumbling behind.

"Hifumi, your injury!"

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As all fun days did, their outing ended much too soon, but he and Jakurai of all people knew that Doppo's social battery only lasted so long. With the sun steadily setting, they parted ways with Jakurai at the train station. Though they invited him to stay over for the night, he couldn't since he had work in the morning. Disappointing as it was, Hifumi didn’t dwell on it and focused on dragging Doppo up to their apartment.

Not bothering to change out of his clothes yet, Doppo crashed face first into the couch. Laughter bubbling up, Hifumi jumped in beside him and Doppo scooched over to make room. Their arms tangled together, Doppo let out a deep sigh -- the last of his energy leaving with that breath. The quiet allowing him to mull over everything that happened today, Hifumi remembered Gentaro's texts from this morning and gasped. Squirming about, he patted his pockets.

"What are you getting all antsy for?" came Doppo's muffled voice.

"I gotta tell Yumenon about our day," he said, pulling out his phone. "I invited him to come, but he said he couldn't so he told me to have fun for him."

Doppo snorted. "Honestly, the way you talk about him makes it sound like you're in love with him."

Finger hovering above Gentaro's name, Hifumi froze.

Love was a funny thing. He loved fishing and he loved cooking, but he also loved Doppo and he loved Jakurai. While he loved all of them equally, they weren't exactly the same kind of love. That was to say, there was a lot to love in the world, and he had a lot to give! Try as he might, though, striking up relationships of any kind wasn't exactly his strong suit. Doppo said it was because he didn't watch what he said, but he always thought it better to say things how they were.

And maybe, yeah, that was where everything went wrong when he first met Gentaro. His clothes were weird and he wasn't afraid to point that out, but Hifumi learned to love that part of him -- just like he learned to love all the other things about him. Subdued as he was, his clothes helped him stand out and made him unique. Sometimes he said one thing and did another, but he knew his heart was always in the right place; he could see it in the way he put his all into his work and treated his posse. Most of all, he found it easy to be around him. Their back-and-forth became natural with their bad blood behind them, something he never realized was missing his whole life. From the pretentious writer to the whimsical storyteller, he'd come to care for him and all that he did.

But even if he could love Gentaro, to be in love seemed a grander thought. For all the love he had and gave, Hifumi had never felt that spark or that flutter of the heart; none of the fireworks nor the giddy excitement. At least, not until Gentaro came along. Not until he’d shared his worlds with him, not until he’d seen the smile on his face as he created stories with passion, not until he’d heard his airy laughter that tinkled in his ears.

Hifumi loved Gentaro. And perhaps, he was in love with him, too.

"You're right," Hifumi said softly.

Picking up his head, Doppo let out a flat "What."

"You're right, Doppo-chin." He shook him, voice growing louder. "I'm in love with Yumenon!"

"No, what, I was -- I was just joking." Doppo grabbed his hand, stopping the shaking. "You've only known him for like a week or two, you can't possibly be in love with him!"

"Well... I wanna be in love with him," he said, because if he wasn't in love with him now, then surely one day he would be. Quality over quantity they said, and so time was but a small factor if the moments they shared meant anything. "I wanna go on dates with him, and hold hands with him, and be with him!"

"You already do that stuff with me and Jinguji-san, what makes him any different?"

"This!" Hifumi pointed to his heart. "I love you and Dr. Jakurai, but... Yumenon makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside."

Doppo squinted. "Do you hear yourself?"

"Loud and clear. I wanna be in love with Yumenon!"

"He's our rival."

"The battle season's over, so it doesn't matter, right?"

"You barely know him."

"Then I'll get to know him better."

"You've seen what's happened already --" Doppo jabbed a finger towards Hifumi’s abdomen. "-- the backlash is going to get worse."

"So what? People can do whatever they wanna do."

"You're... really serious about this, aren't you?"

"Sure am!" Hifumi said with no hesitation. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Cautious eyes running over him, Doppo fell silent. A million thoughts ran through Hifumi's mind, anything and everything to convince him about Gentaro, but he knew Doppo needed quiet to think. All he could do now was clutch onto Doppo's hands as he waited for his response.

"If he makes you happy then..." He took a deep breath, another beat passing. "I guess it's fine."

Breaking into a grin, Hifumi cheered and threw his arms around Doppo. He squeezed him as tightly as he could, rocking him back and forth.

"He does, he makes me really happy! I think you'll like him a lot, too, Doppo-chin!" Before Doppo could reply, he gasped and pulled back from the hug. Unlocking his phone, he continued on, "I should let him know how I feel right now! It'll be really fun, we can like go on double dates and --"

"Wait, wait, wait, slow down there." Doppo held him back. "You're going to confess to him through text ? He won't take you seriously like that."

Lips puckering, Hifumi tilted his head. "Really? Then what should I do?"

Doppo's mouth hung open as if to speak, but he stared blankly at him.

"Sorry, I don't really know..." Face scrunching up, his tongue poked out in thought. "Take him out or something? Do something meaningful, I guess."

"Meaningful, meaningful, meaningful..." He mulled over the suggestion, bobbing his head slowly. Doppo had a point, now that he thought about it; their short time together meant they didn't have as many moments with each other -- even less were those that were actually good. Still, one memory in particular stood out: an impromptu day out filled with flowers and fantasies.

"Oh, I know! I'll take him out and get him roses and make it super duper romantic~"

"That... sounds nice, yeah." Doppo nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Good luck, Hifumi. I hope it works out."

He patted his shoulder and flashed a V-sign. "No need to hope, it'll work out for sure! Just you see, Doppo-chin."

Heart flying over the moon, Hifumi turned his attention to his phone screen. Gentaro's name stared back at him, and he grew giddy with all the things he wanted to say to him: “You’re so pretty!” and “You’re amazing!!” and “I love you!!!” among other things right at the tip of his fingers. It took everything in him to keep all of it to himself, but he knew they could say everything they wanted to say once he confessed. The perfect plan in mind, Hifumi wasted no time opening up his chat with Gentaro.

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hifugen #genhifu #uploading everything 5 years later ups #did tumblr get rid of the line breaks or smth since last i posted bc wtf

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Begone

Streamer Gang & Asexual Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Acephobia, Swearing

Genre: Platonic Fluff, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having recently come out as asexual, Y/N faces some less than pleasant or appropriate responses in their chat during their stream with the gang. Luckily, they’re not alone in battling the haters this time.

Requested by the lovely Anon who told acephobes to begone, yeah you know who you are hehe. Thank you so much for the request darling! Let’s show these acehobes who they’re messing with! Love, Vy ❤

Boy is this nerve-wrecking or what? Sure, I maybe woke up with a ton of confidence, I listened to motivational and uplifting talks and listened to mood boosting music. I had a healthy breakfast and a cup of coffee. Damn it, I went on a run, all in an attempt to convince myself that dealing with the online world again is but a piece of cake for a badass like me. Well, low and behold, that feeling didn’t last very long. Here I am, chewing my nails off at the though of hopping in the Discord call and Among Us lobby with my friends and starting my stream. It’s not like I’m not expecting my friends and fans to support me - of course I am! I know they’re gonna give me a ton of love and appreciation and support and uplift me no matter what. But then again, there’s still those people who believe me and other people like me to be invalid and broken and whatnot.

Those are the ones I wanna avoid. 

It’s not like their words mean much to me but I simply don’t wanna see em, you know? It’s not only about me - it’s least about me actually - it’s more about all those wonderful people they are insulting when they say shit like that about asexuals and all the people on the ace spectrum. I can’t help but flare up and get angry on the behalf of all my ace friends and even people I’ve never met.

It’s also my first time being directly thrown into the fire instead of getting caught in the crossfire seeing as how I came out to my fandom via a tweet and an Instagram post a week ago, telling my identity’s truth: finally bringing my asexuality to the surface to shine its brightest so I can be be my best and reach for my full potential.

But damn am I afraid to see how everyone took it. 

My friends were quick to jump in and take me offline before I start refreshing my own posts to see the comments under them. Lord knows that without them I would’ve driven myself insane, I’ll forever be grateful for what they did and the lengths they went to to keep me offline and whatnot. One word to give you an idea of how invested they were in this: origami. All of us might as well have been born with two left hands and yet we still tried doing origami. Freaking origami.

Damn do I love my friends.

But now I don’t have sheets of paper and my friends to distract me. I have a fanbase to entertain and another friend group I haven’t talked to in a while. I don’t wanna get any predictions in already so I don’t jinx myself, so I’m just gonna say it’s gonna be...interesting regardless of what happens.

Then again, when is it not interesting when the streamer gang’s involved.

Deep breaths, Y/N. You got this

Listening to that encouraging little voice inside my head, I finally equip my headphones and in one fluid motion turn my camera on, officially starting my stream and unmuting my mic as I hop in the call with everyone.

“Hi guys! Guess who’s returned!“ I exclaim cheerfully, desperate to hide the nervousness of my voice.

“You really missed your opportunity to say ‘guess who’s back...back again’ didn’t you?“ Charlie is the one who greets me first, sounding rather disappointed in me in his usual jokester manner. It’s nice to hear, it makes me feel like nothing’s changed in the week I’ve been gone. Like I’m still the same person to these people. I really am the same, I just now am a lot better version of myself. Almost as though I’ve reached my final form. It feels empowering really. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Charlie laughs again, “Congrats, by the way. You keep proving you can get cooler and cooler.“

“Careful there Charlie, I can only handle so large of an ego.“ I joke back, rolling my eyes playfully as a wide grin spreads across my face, “No, but seriously, thank you so much, man. It means the world to me that you support me.“

“Um, how could we NOT?“ That’s very clearly Rae, “Hun, you are so brave and amazing and wonderful, how could we ever NOT support you?“

“Yeah, we’ll always support you no matter what, Y/N. We’ll always be your friends, through thick, thin and beyond.“ Poki too interferes, her words only making my smile wider.

“Alright, alright, y’all are gonna make me cry and I haven’t even read my chat yet, hold on.“ I say, fanning my face to dry the tears I hope the webcam isn’t spotting, “Darn, you guys are the best. Sorry, give me a sec to gather my composure, I’ll be right back.“

I quickly mute my in-game mic as I turn to my chat where I see the same amount of love and support in the form of comments and emojis flooding in from my viewers. A warm feeling spreads throughout my chest, making me feel the most comfortable with myself I’ve ever felt. The most loved I’ve ever felt. The most seen and understood. To finally be you feels like you are finally really living in this world, not like you’ve been already living in it for God knows how long. It makes me so freaking happy and fulfilled to finally be living as me, as the real me.

Unfortunately, in life, nothing can be 100% pure and good. There’s always at least 1% there threatening to ruin all your happiness you worked so hard to build or obtain. It may be one in a hundred, but fuck it’s powerful and effective.

And in my case it comes in the form of two comments that stick out to my eyes. Acephobic comments saying my identity’s fake, claiming I’m faking it, saying us acephobes are immature creatures who refuse to grow up, or attention whores. Or just saying we’re delusional and in denial, confused about who we are.

I hadn’t even realized I was clenching my jaw and fists but when I do, I slowly relax my muscles and crack my knuckles before addressing the two people who spat out that nonsense.

“Ok, listen here, shooterpro69 and yourmom_lol. For starters, I want to apologize for your ignorance and lack of education on the matter of asexuality. In fact, for you especially, I plan on making an educational video, explaining asexuality to people who need or want to learn more. You, my friends, are in desperate need to be fed some knowledge cause damn, God knows how many people secretly think you’re hella stupid. Not that they’re wrong to think so but anyway. Unless you have anything nice or positive to say, begone from my chat. Actually, when I think about it, begone from every chat. No one needs you polluting their communities with acephobia and hate.“ I say, all spoken in a calm tone despite the boiling anger within me. People who know me well would probably be able to tell I’m fuming underneath the calm façade, but at least I got my message across loud and clear.

“WOO HOO, You tell em Y/N!“ Toast cheers, clapping his hands and whistling as more cheering arises from each my friends, leaving me in a state of mild shock and confusion.

Wait, what?!

“Um, wait, you guys heard that?“ I ask, my eyes darting to thein-game mic symbol that shows an not crossed-off mic, meaning it was enabled during the entirety of my speech.

“Hell yeah we did! You slayed them, Y/N! Damn goddamn!“ Rae whistles too, her enthusiasm wafting over me like a breath of fresh air.

“I second that!“ Corpse joins in, “And remember what we said - we’ll support you through anything. Need to bury an acephobe’s body, we’re the people you should call.” He says, confident as heck.

And I just can’t hold it in anymore - I burst out laughing, doubling over from the intensity.

If I thought I was happy and fulfilled before, this has to be the closest to paradise I’m gonna get on Earth.  All thanks to these wonderful people. Friends are really something else aren’t they: they come into your life - often unexpectedly - and change it completely. Suddenly you’re not alone, you’re not forced to deal with everything and face everything on your own. Someone’s got your back and you’ve got theirs.

Through thick, thin and beyond.

And it’s so fucking amazing.

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Vérité

Fic summary: When Marinette once again fails to confess her feelings to Adrien, she is akumatized into Vérité, a villain who forces her victims to reveal their biggest secrets. 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

MARINETTE

This was a bad idea. A terrible idea, actually. She might have stopped Adrien from being akumatized, but who was going to fight her and capture the akuma when Ladybug didn’t show up? Chat had many talents, but he couldn’t capture akumas.

‘Hello, Vérité. I am Hawk Moth. From now on, there will be no more secrets and no more holding back. You will have the power to make anyone confess the deepest, darkest secrets of their hearts, and you can finally reveal the truth to your beloved and find out if your feelings are returned. But in return, you must uncover the secrets of Ladybug and Cat Noir and help me take their miraculouses.’

She closed her eyes and waited for the transformation. She knew she couldn’t fight it; already she felt herself losing consciousness, fading away, but she was still Marinette. What was taking so long?

She opened one eye and saw Adrien running away from her. Why hadn’t Hawk Moth stopped him?

As soon as Adrien was out of sight, Marinette was gone, and Vérité stood in her place.

 CAT NOIR

‘Plagg, claws out!’

As soon as he’d ducked around the corner of the school building, Adrien stopped running and transformed. He wanted to run back out to Marinette and survey the situation, but first he pulled out his baton and called for Ladybug.

He waited.

Though his ears were still trained on the front of the school, where Marinette – or whoever she was now – should have been, he could hear nothing unusual coming from that direction. Where were the screams, the great steps of an angry akumatized villain? Maybe she’d been turned into something stealthier.

There was no answer from Ladybug. He decided he couldn’t wait any longer and left her a quick message, then stowed his baton back in his belt.

He peered around the corner of the building and the first thing he saw was a girl sitting on the steps, crying. Marinette was nowhere to be found.

He ran out to the girl.

‘Are you okay? What happened?’

Wordlessly, she pointed to the door of the school.

Chat patted her on the back quickly and ran inside. He spared a guilty glance back at the girl, knowing Ladybug would have stayed to comfort her, but there was an akuma to be dealt with and besides, Ladybug wasn’t here. He was.

And Marinette needed him.

He followed the sounds of shouts through the corridors. He realised he was getting closer and closer to the locker room, where Marinette had tried to talk to him earlier. Could that be important?

He found her at the end of the corridor, facing away from him. She looked almost the same as always, but her hair was pitch black – he figured this was meant to signal that she was evil now – and she wore what looked like skin-tight black gloves up to her elbows. One gloved hand was at her side, fist curled around something, while the other hand pointed at the student she had cornered.

A burst of purple light shot from her hand and encased the student. Wide-eyed, he lifted his hands to cover his mouth, spluttering.

Cat Noir leaped forward, ready to intervene, when –

‘I sold my mum’s bracelet so I could buy tickets to Jagged Stone for me and my girlfriend!’ the kid blurted out. As soon as he finished speaking, the purple glow disappeared and the boy sagged against the wall. ‘Please don’t tell her I took it. She’ll ground me and then I won’t be able to go – please.’

Marinette scoffed and turned away. ‘You think I care about your mum’s bracelet? Where’s Adrien?’

Her eyes narrowed when she saw Cat Noir, who managed to scoot forward to lean against a row of lockers, all his weight on one foot and one hand casually planted on his hip.

‘Hey, Princess,’ he said, giving her his most charming grin.

‘I’m not your princess,’ she spat, pointing a finger at him. ‘I’m Vérité, and I will have you confess your deepest secrets!’

He leapt out of the way just in time to avoid a blast of purple light.

‘Why, Princess, if you wanted to get to know me better –’

He had to stop talking mid-sentence to cartwheel out of the way of another blast.

‘Where is Adrien?’ Vérité demanded.

He shrugged as nonchalantly as possible. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the kid get up and run down the corridor now that he’d lured Vérité out of his path. This time, her spell almost hit him square on the nose, but he managed to duck just in time.

‘I see how it is,’ he muttered, as she sent another blast his way. He guessed that the spell would force him to confess his biggest secret, his civilian identity. One hit, and it would be game over. ‘Ladybug, where are you?’

There wasn’t much he could do without his partner. He could stall Vérité to try to stop her from hurting anyone before the akuma could be captured, but it seemed she had no intention to harm people except by extracting their darkest secrets from their hearts, and in any case she would never find her real target. What did she want from him, anyway? What secrets could she possibly think he was hiding?

‘What do you want from Adrien anyway?’ he asked, bouncing off one side of the corridor and then the other, avoiding the blasts of purple light that kept coming his way.

‘I want to tell him the truth,’ she hissed, never letting up her attack.

‘Oh,’ Cat said, pausing for a second. A beam of light shot past his nose. ‘So you don’t want to find out his deepest, darkest, juiciest secrets?’

‘No,’ Vérité said, and for a second she looked like Marinette again when she said, ‘I want him to know mine.’

‘Why don’t you just tell me instead?’ Chat asked. It would save them a lot of trouble.

‘Because you’re not him,’ she said simply.

He rolled his eyes. ‘Too bad,’ he said, racing down the corridor and towards the back entrance. It was getting a bit too small in here and those beams of light had a tendency to bounce off the walls and surprise him. ‘I’m a great listener.’

She cackled, and now she sounded very un-Marinette-like. ‘I’ll be the one doing the listening today, when you confess your secret identity!’ she said, still advancing on him. He leapt outside, but she was too quick for him and was out the door before he could slam it in her face.

Since when was Marinette this athletic?

 HAWK MOTH

‘Where is Ladybug? Is she afraid of a little truth or dare?’

He paced around his lair, frowning. His little akumatized villain had not managed to discover Cat Noir’s secret yet, but he was sure it was only a matter of time. The important thing was that Cat Noir wouldn’t release her akuma until Ladybug showed up to capture it; and besides, he wasn’t strong enough to do it without her, which meant they had time.

But where was she? Why wasn’t she here, when he had finally created a villain who could force her to reveal the truth?

 CAT NOIR

Vérité was good. Way too good for his liking. Akumatized villains usually gave him a bit of a workout, but that was nothing compared to this.

He finally caught a break when a crowd of students came out of the doors, probably here for a late class. Or detention. Vérité turned her attention on them when they crossed her path, carelessly slinging bursts of purple light into the crowd.

‘I failed my maths test!’ somebody choked out.

‘I still sleep with a teddy bear!’ Was that Chloé?

‘My parents are getting divorced and they’re forcing me to move to Italy so I won’t be around anymore and that’s why I’ve been acting so weird lately!’

‘Really?’

‘I’m so sorry! I’ll miss you so much!’

Chat Noir frowned. There was an unfortunate lack of juicy secrets in this school.

He pulled his baton out and left another message for Ladybug. ‘Where are you? This villain can force people to tell their biggest secrets and if you don’t get here soon I’m going to –’

There was a blast of purple light. Cat Noir looked up and saw Vérité standing over him with her hands on her hips, triumphant. He looked down and saw his body traced by purple light.

 HAWK MOTH

‘Yes, now tell me your secret!’

 CAT NOIR

‘I – I –’ He clapped both hands over his mouth. ‘Mrrrmrppphhhhgbbbddd!’ Ha, he thought. Not much she could do about it if she couldn’t hear what he was saying. But then, against his will, his hands were forcing themselves away from his mouth. Vérité just stood there, watching.

‘I’m in love with Ladybug!’ Cat Noir blurted out.

 HAWK MOTH

‘Again, Vérité! The truth will set you free!’

 CAT NOIR

The light disappeared, and when Vérité pointed at him again, he twirled his baton in front of him and deflected her attack.

‘Everyone knows you’re in love with Ladybug,’ Vérité spat. ‘But what’s your real secret, kitty cat?’

‘You know what they say, Princess,’ Chat said, deflecting another burst of light. ‘Curiosity killed the cat, and I don’t plan on dying today.’

Though he might, if Ladybug didn’t show up anytime soon. What could be taking her so long?

‘The truth hurts, kitty, but I think you’re getting tired,’ Vérité taunted.

She was right. She was relentless, and he was having to do all the work without Ladybug here. And he was constantly on the defensive, because one hit from her and it would all be over for him. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could stall her.

‘Princess, you’re not supposed to be this fast,’ he grumbled. Where was clumsy Marinette who could trip over nothing but her own two feet?

‘And you’re not supposed to be alone, are you?’

‘You don’t have to do this, you know,’ Chat said, backing away. He didn’t dare look away from her even for a second to glance behind him, though he guessed that he was about to hit a wall. Or a road. Or some kind of trap. ‘I can help you find Adrien, you can say whatever you want to say, and we can all move on with our lives in peace.’

‘I don’t think so,’ she said, her hand slashing at the air. He leapt out of the way just in time.

‘This isn’t you,’ he said. ‘You’re rational. You’re smart. You can just tell him.’

He noticed her fist tighten. It must be the page she was holding onto earlier, he thought. That was where the akuma had to be.

She almost hit him again. He desperately cast his mind for some other secret he could confess to her, like the one about Ladybug. That wasn’t even a real secret; everyone probably knew, and besides, he’d already told Marinette. And, he suddenly remembered, she had told him she was in a similar situation…

‘Ladybug, where are you?’ he muttered.

He thought he knew what Marinette’s secret was. Maybe. He could be wrong. But it made sense. And it meant that if he was caught now, if Hawk Moth found out who he was, she would be in danger.

Cat Noir deflected another beam of light and then felt his back hit something. He reached his other hand back and confirmed his fears; she’d cornered him against a wall, and he knew from memory that there was nothing to grab hold of except the second-floor window, and even he couldn’t reach that without using his baton, which he needed to shield himself.

She’d outsmarted him. Of course.

Now would be a really, really good time for Ladybug to jump in and save the day.

Vérité pointed her gloved finger at his face, and he felt it again; the brilliant flash of purple light. He let his arms fall, knowing she would stop fighting him now that she’d won. He had to focus all his energy on not confessing his secret.

He stuffed a fist in his mouth.

‘Arrgggghhhhfhfhfffbbmmnnnn,’ he said.

He could feel the magic take hold of his hand. Vérité stood in front of him with both hands on her hips, grinning. He wanted to tell Marinette that evil didn’t suit her. At all.

If she was really in love with him – if that was what she wanted to tell him – then he was about to repay her in the worst possible way. She was still in Hawk Moth’s clutches, and soon Hawk Moth would know that he was Cat Noir, and then he would use her to get to him, and through him, to Ladybug. She hadn’t been safe from the moment she became friends with Adrien, let alone anything else, and now he’d failed her.

His hand left his mouth. He tried to clamp his teeth shut, but he knew it was no use.

‘I – I – I’m – CATACLYSM!’ he managed to yell out, the blackness gathering in his right hand. His mouth opened again, against his will, and he felt his throat constricting, like the words were falling over themselves to get out.

This was it. He could either confess and let Marinette face the consequences, or –

He clamped his right hand over his mouth, and the words died in his throat.

 HAWK MOTH

He was smiling, one arm already half-raised in triumph, when he felt Vérité’s emotions change.

What had he done? Cataclysm had never been used on a human, at least not as far as he knew. Would Cat Noir really go so far as to sacrifice himself to protect his secret?

 MARINETTE

No.

She almost screamed it, but she couldn’t. Her mind wasn’t entirely in control of her body, she didn’t think, but… no.

Oh, Chat, my Chat, what did you do?

 CAT NOIR

For a second, he thought he’d really screwed up. That he was going to die, because he’d made a spur-of-the-moment decision to use his cataclysm on himself, and he was just going to fall away to dust and disappear.

Then he felt his throat loosen up and the purple haze surrounding him fell away. He breathed a sigh of relief, even as his ring started flashing. Now as long as he could get away before she caught him again…

He frowned. Vérité had stopped attacking and was standing frozen, her eyes blown wide. He didn’t know why she would look so scared when she clearly still had the upper hand, but he didn’t let himself think about it, instead leaping forward and grabbing at her hand. She reacted just moments too late, drawing back and tightening her fist after he’d already snatched the page she had been gripping. It was curled into a tight ball and coloured dark purple, just as he’d guessed.

They stood staring at each other, stuck in a moment of indecision. Ladybug wasn’t here to capture the akuma, but if he left it in here, Vérité would catch him with her truth spell again. Besides, Marinette was still stuck in Hawk Moth’s clutches.

But if he released the akuma and Marinette gave in to her negative emotions again, it would be a thousand times worse.

But it was Marinette – she would be fine. If anyone could resist an akuma, it was her.

She blinked at him once. He thought of the letter in his hand, and what it said, and what would happen if Hawk Moth knew.

He ripped the letter in half and let the akuma flutter away, becoming smaller and smaller as he watched until it disappeared completely.

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #adrienette #ladynoir #marichat #this is ooc because chat never makes a let the cat out of the bag joke

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don’t you (forget about me) [8/8]

summary: despite being total opposites, gamora always considered mantis to be her best friend, having lived across the street from her since they were five. if only she didn’t have an annoying, obnoxious, loud-mouthed, ridiculously attractive, kind-hearted, charismatic big brother who liked to hover - then she would be perfect.

or: peter’s been in love with his sister’s best friend his entire life. gamora isn’t exactly sure what it is she’s feeling, until there comes a point in their lives where she may never see him again.

word count: 5.1k

a/n: fic title is from the song don’t you (forget about me) by simple minds.

“You are going to be okay. You deserve to be okay. We all do.”

ao3 | tag

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up, in the morning when the day is new...

And after having spent the day together, hold each other close the whole night through...

Peter woke to the feeling of two very distinct sensations - one: the feeling of Gamora curled against his chest with her hands loosely resting on his hips while his arms were around her waist, her breathing in near-perfect sync with his, the crown of her head nestled neatly underneath his chin. Second: the feeling of water (or rather, he desperately hoped it was just water) being dripped onto his cheek, which, considering the proximity of their heads, was now sliding down into Gamora’s hair.

He yelped in realization at what was happening, using the sleeve of his shirt to hastily wipe at his face and pat down Gamora’s head, then sat up to glare at the culprits. Rocket and Groot were hovering over them, snickering, looking incredibly pleased with themselves. “Really, guys? What are you, five?”

Gamora stirred at the sound of Peter’s voice, smiling sleepily at him before turning to glare daggers in Rocket’s direction. “Rocket,” she growled. “What did you do?”

“Oh, nothin’. What did you do?” Rocket grinned, wiggling his eyebrows lecherously, and he and Groot promptly hightailed it out of the den. Groaning, Peter slumped back onto the pillows in defeat, noting that the two of them were alone; everyone else seemed to have woken up and left the room a while ago.

“I’m gonna kill ‘em,” Peter declared, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “And you can’t stop me.”

“Believe me, I’m with you on that one,” Gamora said, laying back down beside him. “So...you get the news today. But you said you’ve already decided, one way or the other.”

“I have,” Peter nodded, drumming his fingers absentmindedly on his stomach to the beat of a song only he could hear. “I should go grab my computer and get everyone in the kitchen. Think it’s about time I tell you guys that I’ve finally got it all figured out.”

Gamora smiled as Peter quickly kissed her before standing and heading upstairs, sighing contentedly. There was no limit to her vocabulary when it came to describing her and Peter’s relationship, especially in its newest form, but the one word that came to mind throughout the years was comfortable. She literally felt warmer snuggled up to him, sure, but their presence grounded one another, a far cry from both of their previous relationship histories.

She got up as well, quickly ducking into the bedrooms to let the others know what Peter was up to. Drax and Mantis seemed to have taken over the kitchen already, preparing breakfast for the entire group, while Yondu was drifting off at the table, yawning and rubbing his eyes constantly. “What’s goin’ on, Gamora?” he asked, stretching exaggeratedly in his seat.

“What else? Peter wants our attention,” she smirked.

“I’ve got somethin’ to tell you,” Peter announced loudly, strolling into the room as if to make Gamora’s point. He set his laptop down on the counter by Gamora, though he was quick to close it before anyone could see what was on the screen. “First, I guess - Gamora and I are...we’re…” He squinted a little. “I just realized we never talked about what this was gonna be. I mean, I just assumed - ”

“You’re my boyfriend, Peter,” Gamora interrupted exasperatedly, rolling her eyes. None of the others seemed all that surprised, which was understandable considering how Peter and Gamora had been wrapped up in each other’s arms with no attempt to hide what had conspired last night. Yondu, on the other hand, nearly fell out of his chair at the news.

“Really?” he exclaimed. “Well, it’s about damn time! You was both startin’ to get on my nerves with all the runaround, ‘they don’t feel the same way’ nonsense. Lemme guess - it was you who said somethin’ first, Gamora. We both know how defensive he gets sometimes.”

“Hey,” Peter protested. “I do not get - okay, you got a point.”

“I am so relieved,” Mantis groaned to everyone’s amusement, sinking into the chair beside Yondu. “Do you know how hard it was to know about your feelings and not say anything? For fifteen years?”

Peter and Gamora turned to look at each other, both slightly rosy-cheeked in embarrassment, but they couldn’t help but grin adoringly as well. He threw his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in closer, while she slid her arm behind his waist, squeezing him in affection. Rocket gagged. “Oh man, it’s startin’,” he muttered to Groot, who merely shrugged, unbothered as always.

“Okay, next - I got a message from the Nova Corps.” It felt like the entire room was holding their breath as Peter momentarily let go of Gamora to open his laptop. A few torturously quiet seconds passed while he turned it around so they could see. “I got in!”

The kitchen practically exploded with sound and movement as they all crowded in to throw their arms around Peter, shouting their congratulations over one another, getting louder and louder until Yondu was fairly certain their neighbors were going to call the cops, and yelled for everyone to shut up. Once they settled down and moved back into their seats, chatting excitedly, Gamora gravitated back to Peter’s side. “I’m proud of you, Peter,” she said softly. “I have to admit, when you told me about this a week ago, I just assumed you did it out of boredom. But I’ve seen your dedication before, in the way you take care of what’s yours, and this proves it tenfold.”

“Thanks, Gamora.” Peter wrapped her in a hug, kissing her forehead. “It means a lot, hearing you say that. But I’m not finished yet.” She looked at him curiously, but he simply released her so he could pull up another screen. “So, uh, I sent in an application for somethin’ else a few days ago. A college application, actually.”

“What?” Gamora’s eyes widened. Mantis got up from the dining table to cross the room, her antennae lit up in curiosity.

“Yeah, I actually applied to a few schools. Stayed up a little late to finish ‘em, but it was worth it,” he smiled. “And I got accepted. To all of ‘em. Including my first choice, which is great, ‘cos it’s where the two most important women in my life are going, too.”

Mantis clutched at Gamora’s arm in shock, her fingernails digging into her skin. “Peter, does this mean…?”

“I gotta do one of those sit-down interviews first, and I’m just in general studies until I can declare my major, but...yeah, I’m going back to school.” Peter broke out into a huge grin. “I’m super out of practice, so I’m gonna need some help, but it’s gonna happen. I want to be a teacher. You guys know I’ve never been great at school, but...I liked learning. I wanna make that happen for kids. Make school an awesome experience for ‘em. I don’t know what I’m gonna teach or what age group or anything like that, but...I’ve got time to figure it out.”

Mantis flung her arms around her brother, sinking into his side with a relieved sigh. “Oh, Peter, I am so happy for you,” she breathed, burrowing into his shoulder. “You are going to be the best teacher in the entire universe, I know it!” Rocket and Groot were next to join in on the embrace with whoops of joy, and even Nebula took a step closer like she was seriously considering it.

“Being a teacher would suit you better than a soldier, Quill. You are something of a child yourself,” Drax commented, clapping Peter on the back. The group jolted unpleasantly at the sudden contact.

“That’s what I’ve been saying,” Gamora said with a euphoric laugh. Peter made another sound of protest but ducked his head to kiss her anyways, causing everyone to groan exaggeratedly.

He withdrew from her to glance over everyone’s heads across the room at Yondu, who hadn’t moved from the table at all. “...Yondu?”

“You done me proud, boy,” Yondu said thickly, and as if everyone wasn’t already emotional enough, he appeared to be tearing up. His arms were folded tightly across his chest, his jaw clenched to prevent himself from crying. “I shoulda told you two years ago that you didn’t hafta stay for me. I was sick, but I wasn’t that sick, and the shop was gonna be jus’ fine without you. But I didn’t, and I’ve been feelin’ awful about it ever since. And you got too much of a soft heart, so you woulda never listened to me, anyway. I’m real glad you’re doin’ it now.”

“Aw, Yondu - ” Peter stepped out of the group embrace to jog over and wrap himself tightly around Yondu’s shoulders, causing him to cry out in surprise. “I’m gonna keep makin’ you proud, okay? Always.” Yondu nodded sharply, patting Peter on the back. “But...I do kinda need my job back for the rest of the year. Gotta save up some more money for tuition and books and stuff.”

“You’re hired,” Yondu laughed wetly, sniffling. “I don’t trust no one else with the register. Not even these hooligans.”

“These ‘hooligans’ are offended by your insinuation,” Rocket called without any real bite.

“Hold on, so you’re staying here for another semester?” Gamora asked. “Like me?”

“I don’t wanna rush it,” Peter replied, letting go of Yondu so he could walk back to her. “Gotta take my time and get ready, ‘cos I’ve been outta school for almost three years now. From what I’ve heard, college don’t sound like a walk in the park.”

“That’s an understatement,” Gamora deadpanned, smiling. “It would’ve been a little strange if you had your first semester of school while I’m back home. It’s good to know we’ll be here together.”

“And when you got some time for me, I’ve got some date ideas in mind,” Peter murmured, sliding his arms around her waist.

“Can we get breakfast goin’ so I at least have something to throw up when these two start makin’ out in the kitchen?” Rocket demanded. Peter flipped him off in response, leaning down to kiss Gamora again, regardless of the ensuing protests.

Mantis and Drax finally finished serving breakfast a few minutes later, the entire group crowding in at the dining table, chattering loudly over each other once more. “Seriously, enough about me. What’re you guys gonna be up to? For the long-term, or whatever?” Peter asked.

“Me n’ Groot can stay at the store forever. Don’t need a fancy lifestyle,” Rocket shrugged. “Though if we can go on more of those buying trips and get at the goods first - ”

“I seen you around shiny things, boy, don’t count on it,” Yondu snorted.

"I am Groot," Groot agreed.

“I plan on proposing to Hovat on her next birthday,” Drax said proudly, though there was an endearing shyness in his voice, too. “It will mostly be a formality, as we have discussed marriage at length already, but now feels like the right time. Then we can move in together and start a family. I know we both especially want a daughter.”

The room exploded in congratulations once more, everyone reaching around to squeeze Drax’s shoulder, or in Mantis’s case, hug him even tighter than he had done to Peter before. “That’s awesome, dude!” Peter exclaimed. “She’s definitely gonna say yes. And if you need someone to look after your future kids, you know who to call.”

Drax paused. “Who?”

“Peter will teach your children how to swear and dance, Drax, you would be better off leaving them with Mantis,” Gamora said dryly, smirking at Peter, who looked half-offended. Drax shuddered at the very thought.

“I have already started looking at places where we can open a clinic,” Mantis confessed, raising her hand tentatively like they were still in school. “I know it is way too early, but I liked the idea so much that I thought I would see what opportunities we have.”

“Show me what you’ve found,” Gamora said, brightening. “Who knows, maybe we’ll find a fixer-upper and save it from being turned into one of those franchises. Get it cleaned up so it’s ready for us by the time we graduate.”

“I was thinking of taking some local classes,” Nebula mumbled, almost as if she didn’t want anyone to hear. Gamora’s eyes nearly popped out of her head in shock. “I’ve spent far too long sitting around at home, staring at the wall. I need something to do before I lose my mind from boredom.”

“Not the worst reason I’ve ever heard,” Gamora said, relieved. “Do you want some help looking at courses?”

The corner of Nebula’s mouth twitched ever so slightly. “Maybe.”

“Look at all of us,” Peter declared, setting his fork down. “Movin’ up in the world. Well, kinda. We’re all still sort of...here.”

“Maybe ‘here’ isn’t so bad, after all,” Gamora said quietly. “Maybe we can move forward without moving on.”

“I like the sound of that!” Yondu agreed, raising his coffee mug. “I hate to say it, but...you kids keep me young. An’ broke as hell.”

“Cheers to that,” Peter snorted, also lifting his cup. Everyone else followed suit, grinning happily at each other from across the table. ______

Gamora stared out the window, apprehensive yet curious, at the iron-wrought gate that came into view as Peter pulled the car into the drive. She scanned the name embedded in the metal, and suddenly, it dawned on her what they were doing here. “Peter?”

“Okay, so this isn’t the best first date ever, but I promise it’s gonna be...memorable?” Peter winced a little. “I know we gotta be on the road soon, drive you back to your school - ”

“Soon to be our school,” Gamora reminded him.

Peter grinned, nodding happily. “Right, our school. I have to drive you both back to our school in a few hours, but I said I was gonna bring you here, didn’t I?”

She smiled, leaning back a little in her seat to fix her gaze on him. It was strange, thinking about how distant they had been a week ago, how they had slipped out of each other’s lives in the past two years, only to become intimately acquainted like never before. Distance hadn’t made the heart grow fonder, but time seemed to have done the trick. “So take me there.”

Once they parked and got out of the car, Peter immediately reached for Gamora’s hand, pleased by the way her fingers automatically tangled with his as if they had done this many times before. He led her across the lush green lawn of the cemetery toward his mother’s empty grave. The grounds were unsurprisingly empty, considering it was a warm Sunday morning and people had far less morbid places to be. So, Peter laid out a blanket like he had last time, and he and Gamora sat down, cross-legged, in front of Meredith’s headstone.

“So obviously, my mom is actually buried somewhere in St. Charles, back on Earth, but I got this plot for her anyways so I have somewhere to go. See her when I’m thinkin’ of her, when I need advice, when I just...wanna talk to her again.” Peter smiled sadly. “I asked Yondu to help me set this up as my tenth birthday present. He said it was kinda depressing, but he didn’t ask any questions, just...did it. Mantis is the only other person who knows this is here. Well, until now.”

“It’s a really good idea,” Gamora commented. “I wish I had thought of it for my parents, too. But by now, I...I’ve long forgotten how to talk to them. I don’t know what I would even talk to them about.”

“Not too late,” Peter insisted with a shrug. “After you finish school for the year and come back home, maybe you can do it, too. Y’know, only if you want to.”

“Maybe I will.” They sat in contemplative silence for a moment, the mild late summer winds whistling through their hair. Eventually, Peter shuffled a little closer so he was kneeling right in front of the headstone.

“Hey, Mom,” he said, clearing his throat. “Said I was gonna be back, so here I am. Things’ve changed a lot since I was here a few days ago, so I thought I’d give you an update. I, uh, I brought someone to meet you today. I mean, you kind of know her, I’ve talked about her a lot.” He turned briefly to smile at Gamora. “I told you about this awesome girl who was just so... confident, and smart, and passionate about the stuff she really cared about. She really knew her values, and I always admired that. Having convictions, having morals. I was never good at any of that,” he admitted, laughing. “I think I would’ve been a different person if she hadn’t grown up across the street from me. And not to brag, but I think the same goes for her.” Gamora nodded in agreement. “And, uh, she’s my girlfriend now. One of my best friends in the entire universe. We’ve officially been dating for about...thirty-six hours? But we’ve already got plans, y’know? Long-term plans.”

“I decided not to join the Nova Corps, after all. It just wasn’t for me, that kind of thing. I gotta figure some stuff out on my own, and having someone tell me what to do don’t seem like the right way to do it. So I’m going back to school next year to become a teacher. That’s the plan, anyway. Who knows, I might find something else I’m really into. And I’ll be going to the same place as Mantis and Gamora, so we’re gonna get an apartment together, close to campus. When they graduate, they’re gonna come back here and open a women’s clinic together. I’ll have another year or two of school after that, and then I’ll come back and be a teacher.” Peter plucked at the grass, lowering his head. “Maybe it sounds unrealistic, but you know I’ve always been a dreamer. I just...I wish you were here to see it.”

Gamora reached over to squeeze Peter’s shoulder reassuringly. He laid his hand on top of hers, patting her gratefully. “I miss you, Mom. I’m always gonna miss you. But I think I’m gonna be okay.”

Peter settled back on the blanket, still loosely holding Gamora’s hand between them. “You are going to be okay,” she said quietly. “You deserve to be okay. We all do.”

“The last time I was here, I told Mantis I didn’t wanna be the guy that works, lives, and dies in one place,” he said, turning to look at her. “I guess that’s sorta what’s happening, anyways. But I don’t mind it as much as I thought I would. Not when I got you and everyone else with me.”

Gamora nodded silently, unsure of what else to say that hadn’t already been said. There was something oddly peaceful about being here, something contemplative. Her mind had been so preoccupied with thoughts of the past and the future all week, that now, she felt still, and she didn’t want it any other way.

“You look like you’re thinkin’ about something.” Peter pulled his legs up into his chest, wrapping his arms around his knees as he fixed his gaze on her.

“Actually, I’m really not,” Gamora said. “I know that when I go back to school, I have assignments to catch up on, exams to study for, but...coming back here really made everything so much clearer. About me, about Nebula, about us.”

“That’s awesome,” Peter said sincerely, smiling when she shuffled closer to lean against him, her body sinking into his. “This is gonna sound super cheesy, but...you really inspire me, Gamora. I’d be lying if I said you weren’t my biggest influence, with me going back to school and all. And I’m actually really excited about it, even though I never liked going to class, doing homework, all that stuff. I get to work hard on somethin’ I wanna do, I get to be with you and Mantis every day like when we were kids, and I’m gonna make Mom and Yondu proud.”

“You’ve already made your family proud,” Gamora insisted, reaching over to gently push his hair out of his eyes, sliding her hand along the underside of his jaw. “I can only hope I can do the same with my sister.”

“You know you will.” Peter stretched his legs out so he could gently tug Gamora halfway into his lap, her knees laid on top of his. “And you also know that you’re family, too. Always have been. ‘Cept you’re definitely not my sister.”

“Good, because that would make this weird,” Gamora chuckled, leaning up to briefly kiss him. “I love you.”

Peter’s heart melted a little, tilting his face just the slightest bit so he could kiss her again. “I love you, too.” ______

Fifteen years ago

Peter had to admit, when it came to making friends, it had been far easier back on Earth than it was on Xandar. Growing up in St. Charles, though it certainly wasn’t the smallest town around, there was an inherent friendliness built into the community - “oh, you’re Meredith’s boy!” people would say, because it seemed like everyone knew and adored Meredith Quill, and they would welcome Peter with open arms. Here, however, there was a social bubble around him, partially because of his heritage (he was pretty much the only Terran who had ever lived outside of their own planet), but mostly because of Mantis.

Mantis was the kind of child that the others liked to avoid, given her abilities. Her control over them was wildly unpredictable, manageable only when she was completely relaxed, and it scared most people, even adults. Peter wasn’t about to abandon his sister, especially for friends who were frightened of her, anyway. It was why he had been especially eager to befriend Gamora and Nebula, who seemed socially isolated as well.

Their first few weeks on Xandar had mostly been trial and error, figuring out where their boundaries were - Peter wasn’t in the business of making his potential new friends uncomfortable, though he knew he had the tendency to be over-enthusiastic, regardless of how hard he tried not to be. The sisters were slowly warming up to Mantis more so than Peter, given her similarly shy, inward nature, and the three of them often sat in the den together, quietly chatting with the TV playing in the background. Sometimes, Peter tried to join in, but he found himself more bored than anything. He was trying, though.

A knock on the front door sent Peter practically flying down the stairs, resulting in Yondu calling after him from the kitchen, scolding him about running in the house, as always. He opened the door, somewhat out of breath, and was startled to find Gamora standing there by herself, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. “Hi,” he said, astonished.

“Nebula fell out of a window trying to run away and broke her arm, so Tanak and Mexa have to take her to the hospital,” Gamora said matter-of-factly. “Can I stay here until they get back?”

“Who’s at the door, boy?”

“It’s Gamora!” Peter shouted back. Gamora winced from the sheer volume of his voice. “Nebula broke her arm so she’s gotta stay with us ‘til they’re back from the doc.”

“Then let her in already!”

Peter smiled beatifically. “Come in.” Gamora shot him a weird look before carefully stepping into the house. She briefly disappeared into the kitchen to get her customary juice box from Yondu, then crossed the hallway to join Peter in the den. He was already flipping through all the television channels, hoping to find something to entertain her for a few hours. They had never really been alone before, the two of them, since one of their sisters usually acted as a buffer. Well, Mantis was a good buffer, able to maintain conversation that wasn’t incredibly stilted. Nebula liked to make things more difficult just because she could. “How long are they gonna be gone?”

“I don’t know.” Gamora sipped on her straw politely. It was only then that Peter noticed her hands were trembling.

“Somethin’ wrong?” he asked.

Gamora looked uncertain of whether to answer, slowly lowering the juice box into her lap. “The sound she made when she hit the ground…” She shuddered. “I didn’t think I would ever have to hear her scream like that again.”

“Because of...right.” Peter trailed off, knowing better than to bring it up. They hadn’t even spoken Thanos’s name since their first day here, and he suspected they wanted to keep it that way. “Um, so do you wanna do somethin’? Like, I got card games and board games...or this weird spinning toy thingy that Yondu found at a trading post for me. Or at least, I think it’s a toy.”

“I don’t know,” she repeated, sounding far sadder this time.

“You wanna...talk?” Peter wanted to take it back the moment he said it. The fact Gamora had even admitted her fear of Nebula being hurt again was far more revealing than anything she had ever said to him before. Asking more of her was probably just going to make her mad, something Peter was unfortunately very good at.

“Can I…?” Gamora hesitated. She set her juice box down on the coffee table and reached across its surface for the Walkman, eyeing it curiously. Peter watched as she turned it over in her hands, fiddling with the buttons. He had only played music for her and Nebula once, who both seemed largely averse to it, so he hadn’t done it since. Seeing Gamora hold the headphones up to her ear, however, told Peter that she wasn’t nearly as opposed to it as he thought.

“Want me to find a song for you?” he offered. She nodded, relieved that she didn’t have to ask, and held it out to him. He found a gentle song, something that soothed him whenever he was feeling particularly antsy, and set the Walkman down between them.

I took my love, I took it down...climbed a mountain and I turned around…

And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills...'til the landslide brought me down...

He laid down on the couch, his feet hanging over the edge of the armrest, and Gamora followed suit on the opposite end, albeit a little uncertainly. Their heads were side-by-side, with her chin by his forehead and vice versa. They had never been this close before; he could almost count every individual eyelash, name all the shades of brown in her eyes. “You don’t hafta talk about it if you don’t wanna. I can talk enough for the both of us.”

“Because you like the sound of your own voice?” Gamora asked tentatively.

Peter was almost offended until he remembered it was what Mantis had said about him when they first met, and he laughed instead. “No, ‘cos you don’t wanna tell me. And that’s okay. There’s some stuff I don’t wanna talk about, either.”

Gamora tilted her head slightly to meet his eyes. “Your mother?” she guessed.

“Yeah. And my daddy.” Peter shuddered. “An’ now they’re both gone.”

“At least you have Yondu.” Gamora turned onto her back to stare at the ceiling. If she stared long enough, she could pick out patterns and images in its pebbly texture. The greenish-hazels of Peter’s eyes felt too intense for her. “My parents are gone, too. I just have Nebula.”

“We can be your family, too,” Peter offered. “Me, and Mantis, and Yondu.”

“Maybe,” Gamora hummed. “I’ve never had a brother before.”

Peter paused. Maybe Gamora was in a chattier mood than he initially thought. “Why’s Nebula tryin’ to run away? You have it good here, right? Better than, y’know, before.”

“I don’t think she likes people very much,” Gamora said thoughtfully. “Tanak and Mexa are nice, but...she’s used to being yelled at, and hit, and thrown around. She was hurt a lot more than me and the other kids. It’s why I wanted to save her first. But...I didn’t get to save anyone else.”

“How’d you do it?” Peter asked.

“I snuck into a ship one day, and I called the Nova Corps. They came to Titan and tried to kill as many bad guys as they could. I told the officer to take Nebula first, but then something went real wrong and the Corps ship had to take off, so they grabbed me and her, and left.” Gamora sank a little further into the couch cushions. “Maybe Nebula wants to go back. To the other kids. She might like them more than she likes me.”

“But you saved her,” Peter exclaimed. “That don’t make any sense.”

“Maybe I didn’t really save her.” Gamora sighed, rolling onto her side to face him. Peter wasn’t exactly sure what she meant, but he had the feeling she would explain it to him one day. “What about...what about you and Mantis?”

“Yondu used to take kids to my daddy, like me and Mantis. I guess we were the only ones that were actually his, ‘cos he kept us around. I saw other kids sometimes, and I dunno what happened to ‘em. I have an idea, though.” Peter swallowed. “An’ one day, Yondu said he had enough of my daddy, and he took us here instead. Said he won’t tell me what happened ‘til I’m older, but...I think he killed my daddy. He was real mean to Mantis, and wasn’t so nice to me either, so...I’m kinda glad he’s gone. Is that...bad?”

“I wish Thanos was gone.” Gamora smiled ruefully. “So no, I don’t think that’s bad.”

“Do you wanna run away, too?” Slowly, Peter reached over to take her hand. “I hope you don’t, ‘cos...I like havin’ you here. Don’t got a lot of other friends.”

“I kind of like it here,” Gamora admitted. “I feel...safe. Like I’m going to be okay.”

“You are gonna be okay,” Peter insisted, squeezing her hand. He barely registered the song switching to something more upbeat, almost as if the Walkman could sense the shift in the room’s mood. “So, um...are we friends?”

Her expression softened, her smile slowly widening, and he felt a strange ache in his chest that he couldn’t quite identify. Then, to his amazement, she giggled, something musical and warm and unlike any other sound he’d ever heard her make before. Her grip on his hand tightened just the slightest bit, squeezing back.

“Yes, I think we’re friends.”

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older, then we wouldn't have to wait so long…

And wouldn't it be nice to live together, in the kind of world where we belong...

a/n: and here we are at the end of my little summertime fluff fic! i really liked writing this sort of low-key, low-conflict fic after the more complex everybody wants to rule the world, so much so that i have a lot of flashback scenes on the cutting room floor that i might post someday. if anything, i like the idea of writing the adventures that they've alluded to throughout the fic, so i might revisit this au down the road!

everyone else's songlists for peter's going-away present are as follows: Mantis - Wouldn't It Be Nice, Build Me Up Buttercup, You're My Best Friend, Daydream Believer, The Way You Do The Things You Do Yondu - Rocket Man, Everyday People, The House Of The Rising Sun, Hotel California, Father and Son Rocket - Southern Nights, Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang, Everybody Wants To Rule The World, Rich Girl, Come A Little Bit Closer Groot - Mr. Blue Sky, September, Spirit In The Sky, Baba O'Riley, I Want You Back Nebula - It's Raining Men, Take On Me, Total Eclipse of the Heart, Every Breath You Take, Careless Whisper

(as mentioned before, drax didn't make one because it felt disingenuous, and nebula was definitely playing a joke. the song at the beginning and end of the chapter is Wouldn't It Be Nice, and the song peter played gamora in the flashback is Landslide once again.)

thank you so much to everyone who has read, commented, kudoed, liked, and/or reblogged this fic! i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it. my next starmora fic will be starting in the last week of september, which you can read about on my wip page (and i've alluded to it strongly here as well), though i take peter/gamora and scott/hope fic requests at any time and have a couple prompt fills that i will be posting between now and then. i hope to see you again in a future fic, and thanks again for being so lovely!

#starmora #starmora fic #peter x gamora #gamora x peter #myfic #myfic: don't you #marvel #and that's it!! #i hope y'all enjoyed this one :) #my next main fic is coming in sept but the last part of 'nothing's gonna stop us now' will be next fri #plus i've got prompt fills and stuff

[hellagayweird0]

Jay’s Season 14 Episode 3 Chat

(Read more will be included)

~ SAMMY AND SAMMY BEARD 😍

~ “Some people say I look good.” YES AND YOU DO, BABY

~ “No.  No, Sam.  No people say that.” Dean I stg don’t you dare insult the Sammy beard, I will hurt you.  SAM LOOKS GREAT

~ “Michael bailed.”  The fandom:

~ Ok camera hi um I like his face but I don’t need to see it so close, thanks

~ Chief is now and forever going to be a nickname I use for Sam in my fics, thank you very much.  I LOVE CHIEF

~ Jack: “Dean?”  Dean: *starts singing* “I heard that you were talking shit and you didn’t think that I would hear it.” *But seriously, that part of the song just automatically started playing in my head when they saw each other 😂*

~ “Is it really you?” Jack noooooooooooo it’s a liiiiiiie

~ Dean and Cas: *smile at each other*  Me: 

~ EXCUSE ME WRITERS WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT “Dean and Cas don’t hug” THING I NEED ANSWERS I WILL FULL ON RIOT I’M MAD

~ “How’s Nick.”  *crawls into a corner* We don’t mention that name in this household, sir.  He’s not welcome here

~ There are so many layers to suits, damn

~ NEW SCAR, FRIENDS.  TIME TO RESEARCH

~ “Cas, I’m gonna need you to get in my head.”  All the Destiel shippers: 

~ Oh that’s a Dark Kaia and a stabby stab

~ WHAT WAS THAT DRAMATIC ZOOM OUT, CAMERA PERSON?

~ *screams* JODYYYYYYYYYYY I’VE MISSED YOU, MOM

~ Hey Claire my wife, what’s up I miss you

~ Aw Jody happy to hear from her son again

~ OH OKAAAAAY, HOLD ON *pulls out a chair for the writers* SIT DOWN AND LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT.  YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT YOU CAN BRING DARK KAIA BACK TO THE SHOW AND INCLUDE HER IN STUFF BUT YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT WAYWARD?  ALRIGHT, COOL, JUST WANTED TO CLEAR SOME THINGS UP (Can you tell I’m totally over this 😆)

~ Oh I’m glad the “giant meat fork” thing has context now 😆

~ AW JACK *hugs him*

~ Dean you can’t come back and just start giving Jack orders.  You aren’t the parent here

~ LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE, DEAN.  NOW BABY CHILD IS ALL SAD

~ “I didn’t mean to be a dick.” *coughs and remembers last season* Sure, Jan

~ (Also ok I get he’s been through a lot and I’m being hard on him BUT I CAN’T HELP IT)

~ Oh hi new people, you’re both adorable and I already love you

~ Ok nope I’m calling so much bullshit here.  You’re telling me that Dean literally cutting Sam off to insist that Cas stay in the bunker and not go with them to help, even though Cas could be a huge help to them, is normal Dean?  He seems waaaaay too eager to have Cas not go with them.  I don’t trust that AT ALL

~ See, Dean and I handle hard times/pain the same way.  By joking, not taking it 100% seriously, and sometimes flat out ignoring/avoiding it.  Not for bad, insulting reasons.  Just because it’s easier to joke than to face stuff.  (Sorry, this took a dark turn 😆 I just wanted to say that.  I relate to Dean a ton.)

~ NOT A SLIGHT B.M. SCENE MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT

~ AW MAMA JODY HUGS

~ HAHA SEE DEAN, JODY LIKES IT TOO

~ I love the looks they give each other when Jody’s not looking 😆 little things like that make a scene so much better

~ Dean wtf is going on with you, you’re so eager about this, I don’t trust that

~ JACK HEY NOOOO *grabs him by his jacket* PUT THAT STUFF BACK YOU AREN’T RUNNING AWAY GET BACK HERE YOUNG MAN

~HE WROTE THEM A NOTE I’M CRYING (also 2 things.  one, who taught him how to write?  two, HIS HANDWRITING IS AWESOME.)

~ “Like Sleeping Beauty.”  *starts sobbing* Jack, could you be anymore pure?  ALSO WHO TAUGHT HIM ABOUT SLEEPING BEAUTY BECAUSE I WANT TO GIVE THEM A GIANT HUG.  THANK YOU, STRANGER

~ Oh thanks for mentioning Rowena.  I miss my favorite witch

~ “Are you going somewhere?” Cas parent mode is activated YES CAS BE A GOOD DAD I LOVE YOU

~ Jody, you don’t even have to ask, of course you get a vote, you queen

~ Sam is like “Nope this is some bullshit.”

~ AGAIN, CAMERA PERSON, I DON’T NEED HIS FACE THIS CLOSE, CAN YOU FOR THE LOVE OF CHUCK BACK UP?

~ *sings* SUPER MONSTEEEEEEERS

~ DEAN FUCKIN TOUCHED A HOT TIN CAN AND HAD NO REACTION.  I’M SORRY, BUT WTF??  THIS ISN’T FULL DEAN AND I’M STILL. CALLING. BULLSHIT.

~ Oh hey Dark Kaia, my love

~ I love how Dean just casually lands on Sam

~ I LOVE WHEN DARK KAIA IS A NINJA (also what was that “throwing the spear, diving to it, grabbing it, and running off 😆 it was strange but cool.)

~ Ok but for real I’m super curious as to who this AU!Kaia is

~ “Let’s find her and ask.” Oh yeah, I’m sure you’ll have a nice, calm chat over some tea maybe

~ “It’s marked ‘gross stuff’.” Could I love this show anymore than I already do?  The answer is no

~ AWWW JACK JUST SITTING WITH THE GIRL *screeches*

~ “Is that your dad?” “One of them, yes.” If you’ll excuse me, I have to wrap myself in a blanket and sob into a pillow

~ JACK IS SUCH A GOOD LISTENER LOOK AT HIM BEING CUTE

~ Oh that glance, the pressure is on, Cas

~ DEAN I SWEAR STOP GOING SO FAST WITH NO PLAN THIS IS HOW PEOPLE GET HURT HAVEN’T YOU LEARNED ANYTHING

~ Look at that floppy Sammy hair

~ Well isn’t that pretty and purple

~ Now let’s all take a second for dramatic timing to kick in- yup there it is

~ JACK CAN’T HELP HE LOOKS SO SAD NOOO

~ “First love strikes quick.” THEY MADE IT CANON, BITCHES!!  YEEEEEES *breaks out the whiskey* TIME TO CELEBRATE KAIAXCLAIRE

~ Oh Sam knows a little about losing love (I’m sorry I had to)

~ “He’s not ready for this case.” IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED, HE’S NOT READY FOR MUCH OF ANYTHING, BABE

~ Dark Kaia jump scare, hi

~ THAT’S GOTTA BE SOME DIRTY WATER

~ Those crackers will dry out your mouth so quickly, my dear.  Take some dirty water with you

~ Here’s Deany

~ Oh well you’re welcome to tie me to a chair any day of the week, sir (i mean what....)

~ “I was trying to kill the blonde.”  Jody: *pulls out a gun* “I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH.”

~ DEAN BACK AWAY FROM MY DARK WIFE

~ Oh no the poor girl!!

~ JACK THIS ISN’T YOUR FAULT, CAS THIS ISN’T YOUR FAULT

~ NO MY TINY SON DON’T CRY PLEASE NO DON’T BE SAD

~ YES JACK SAVE HER YOU GOT THIS BABY

~ DEAN FUCKIN CHILL I SWEAR

~ In what world does a chair slide that easily?  Apparently this one

~ DEAN WTF STOP

~ JACK YOU’RE SUCH A SMART BOY

~ “You’re no different than him.  Threats, violence, anything to get what you want.” *starts clapping*

~ “I am nothing like him.” SURE JAN

~ “Jack, are you sure?”  “No.” *breaks it anyways* I love him

~ Heeeeey she’s okaaaaaay YOU DID IT JACK I’M SO PROUD OF YOU

~ Why do I miss Michael!Dean?  Is it bad that I want him back? 😆

~ Excuse me, don’t kick her

~ Aw Jody

~ Yay new friends coming to visit

~Guys, you didn’t even knock first.  Rude

~ SAM’S ANGRY FACE DOES THINGS TO ME THAT WE WON’T TALK ABOUT

~ “I was never one to turn down a buffet.” ME TOO

~ WHY DOES SAM ALWAYS GET THROWN ONTO TABLES 😆

~ Hi um don’t touch Sam’s beautiful face, thanks

~ GO JODY

~ GET AWAY FROM MY MOM

~ Wait wait wait, would a chair losing a leg really loosen the ropes?  HOW DOES THAT WORK, AM I MISSING SOMETHING HERE 😆

~ Dean: “Now you’re in trouble.” Dark Kaia: *dives out the window*  Dean: “Well shit, never mind.” 

~ NO JODY

~ YES DARK KAIA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU BADASS

~ I hope we meet again, wifey

~ Jody, you’re such a fuckin queen

~ Aw yeah, Claire deserves to know

~ “I just feel like I already lost before I ever even began.” Was that shade towards what happened (or rather, didn’t happen) with Wayward?  WAS THAT SHADE?  IF SO, I’M SO PROUD AND I BOW DOWN TO JODY

~ EXCUSE ME NO DON’T GIVE ME A SPLIT SECOND OF JODY CRYING I DON’T LIKE HER CRYING NO THAT’S NOT OKAY NOOOOO

~ Jack just lying on his bed, contemplating life, is meeeeeee

~ LIL JACK SMILE

~ I. FUCKIN. LOVE. CAS. AND. JACK. FATHER. AND. SON. MOMENTS.

~ I LOVE WHEN CAS IS PROUD OF HIS CHILD YES

~ Not gonna lie, I had to take like 5 minutes because I was crying over this scene BUT I NEED AN EPISODE WHERE CAS AND JACK GO ON A HUNT TOGETHER PLEASE AND THANK YOU

~ THE LIL SMILE IS BACK

~ Other parents are proud of first steps, first words, and stuff.  And the fandom is over here like AW HIS FIRST COLD HOW PRECIOUS 😆

~ “I’ll make you some soup then.” PLEASE HOLD AS I RESUME MY CRYING

~ NO I’M NOT READY FOR THIS B.M. SCENE, NOPE, NO *jumps out of the impala* *screams from the distance* NOOOOOOPE

~ “I put us all in danger today.  Stupid danger.” YEAH WE KNOW

~ As hard as it is, baby, you can’t skip like that.  You have to be careful.

~ Hey um Dean I don’t like this “putting yourself down” part *hugs him* stop it

~ Are we forgetting that both Sam and Dean have been possessed by archangels?  I’m sure Sam knows what it feels like (I’m not yelling at Dean 😆 I’m just saying)

~ Dean: “I was underwater.”  Me: *breaks out into singing All Of Me* MY HEAD’S UNDERWATER-”

~ NO CAMERA PEOPLE YOU ARE EVIL DON’T YOU DARE GIVE ME A SHOT OF SAM WITH TEARS IN HIS EYES WHO SAID THAT WAS ALLOWED

~ Okay, let’s pause for a second.  Dean, sweetheart, you said yes because Sam and Jack were in danger.  If you hadn’t, Jack would be dead and who knows what would’ve happened to Sam.  You did the right thing, and whatever Michael does/did, isn’t on you.  You had no control after he took over.  You said yes to him helping you save Sam and Jack.  You didn’t know he’d take over and start doing all this stuff.  Not. Your. Fault.  Alright, let’s resume

~ JACK, UM, THAT’S BLOOD.  JACK THAT’S FUCKIN BLOOD.  EXCUSE ME YOUNG MAN WHY ARE YOU COUGH BLEEDING?  THAT’S NOT OKAY IN THE SLIGHTEST.  YOU NEED TO TELL SOMEONE AND GET HELP, DON’T YOU DARE PULL A WINCHESTER AND JUST NOT SAY ANYTHING.  BABY BOY PLEASE IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO YOU I’LL GO HUNTING FOR SOME WRITERS.  PLEASE DON’T DIE

~Also, I’m getting Sam S8 flashbacks and I don’t appreciate this

And that’s it for S14 E3!  This episode was the best one this season so far by a long shot.  It felt like the first real episode.  And for some reason, it felt really short.  But it was still good!  I’m really excited for next week’s episode!  Even though it’s a filler, it looks awesome! (even though Sam beard is gone....I’m not sad....*sniffs*)  And that mystery girl with Sam who I’ve been trying to figure out the identity of for so long is in it SO MAYBE I’LL FINALLY GET SOME ANSWERS.  She’s adorable.

#spn #supernatural #spn season 14 #supernatural season 14 #s14 e3 chat #this episode was an adventure but a fun one #i can't wait for next week's episode

[dragon-temeraire]

Try Again

Summary: Derek has to egg a house to be part of the popular group. Too bad the house ends up being the Sheriff’s.

Notes: I couldn’t resist this fake exes AU. This is also my 100th fic, whoo! (On AO3)

Derek knows it’s a bad idea, but he wants to fit in so badly.

Ever since Laura graduated last year, he’s had no one to talk to. Everyone seems set on ignoring him now, glancing away quickly when he catches them looking, and he always ends up sitting alone at lunch.

So he’d joined the lacrosse team, hoping to make some friends, but had discovered that it was full of cliques and in-groups. There were jokes and pranks and even secret handshakes, and Derek felt like more of an outsider than ever.

Only Jackson, the team captain, and his group of cocky, arrogant friends would talk to Derek, but what they said wasn’t exactly good. They’d told him that if he wanted to sit with them at lunch, or hang out with them after practice, he had to do something for them first.

Derek had agreed pretty quickly, because he was tired of feeling so isolated and alone.

Just this one thing, he reminds himself, and they’ll let you be part of their group.

He slowly slides out of the backseat of the car, shutting the door quietly behind him. The four other guys hiss at him to just hurry up and do it, so Derek cautiously makes his way onto the sidewalk of the dark house they brought him to.

He starts lobbing the eggs as fast as he can, but the security lights in the yard come on after the first couple, and it’s not until Derek sees the cruiser sitting in the driveway that he realizes exactly where he is.

Fuck, he’s at the Sheriff’s house.

And of course, the guys just snicker and drive away, leaving Derek standing there alone in the Sheriff’s yard with a half-empty egg carton in his hands.

Those assholes.

The front door opens and the Sheriff strolls out, looking sternly disappointed, and makes his way across the grass toward him.

Derek thinks he probably should have run away, but he’s honestly too mortified to move. He’s never going to live this down.

“Derek Hale?” the Sheriff says disbelievingly, and Derek briefly, fearfully, wonders how the Sheriff knows his name. “What, exactly, do you think you’re doing?”

And, well, Derek doesn’t actually have a good answer to that. Not one he wants to admit, anyway. But just then Stiles pokes his head curiously out the door, and Derek blurts, “Stiles broke my heart, so I, um.” He holds up the egg carton helplessly.

The Sheriff’s eyebrows go up. “My son broke your heart?” he asks, but at least he looks kind of amused now. “How did he manage to do that?”

“We dated for a couple of days, and then he just broke up with me for no reason,” Derek says, trying to look suitably upset. Considering that he’s afraid the Sheriff is going to take him to jail for this, it’s not that hard. “And he did it over text message.”

“I can see why that would be upsetting,” the Sheriff says in a gentle, fatherly way. “And why you’d try to, uh, seek revenge,” he adds, carefully taking the egg carton from Derek. “But maybe you should try talking to him, instead.”

“He wouldn’t answer my calls,” Derek says glumly. He feels a strong flash of guilt at dragging Stiles into this, but hopefully he can make it up to him later, somehow.

“He does that sometimes,” the Sheriff says, shrugging. He glances behind him, sees Stiles lingering in the doorway. “But you’re here now, so you might as well try.” He steps closer, lowers his voice conspiratorially. “My son drags me to all the lacrosse games, and he always cheers for you the loudest. Seems to think you’re the best player on the team,” he says, smiling. “So if he broke up with you, it’s probably because he got scared.”

“Oh,” Derek says weakly.

The Sheriff claps him on the shoulder. “I think you should give it another shot. Do you agree?”

“Um, yes sir,” Derek says warily. He hopes the Sheriff doesn’t want to mediate that conversation, because it’ll get really awkward, really fast.

“Good,” he says brightly, and waves Stiles over. “I’ll just leave you boys to chat.” And then he’s crossing the lawn back to the house, giving Stiles an encouraging smile as he passes him.

“Hey, Derek,” Stiles calls in a wavering, uncertain tone. Then as soon as he’s close enough, he hisses, “What the hell, dude? As flattered as I am by the idea that you would date me at all, why are you actually here?”

“I’m sorry,” Derek says lowly. “I just—I just wanted to fit in, I wanted to be able to hang out with Jackson and his friends. So they told me I had to egg a house, and. I didn’t know it would be yours.”

Stiles looks like he’s pondering that, then he says, “You know it was a trap, right? Like, they were never actually gonna let you sit with them, no matter what you did.”

Derek feels his heart sink. “I just wanted someone to actually talk to me at school. I’m so tired of getting weird looks and being avoided all the time,” he sighs. “I don’t even know why everyone’s like that.”

Stiles raises his eyebrows. “I think it’s the combination of you being intimidatingly hot, very, um, muscular,” he says, gesturing at Derek’s arms and chest, “and that your sister, who’s kinda scary, warned a bunch of people not to mess with you after she graduated.”

“I—what?” Derek says, disbelieving. The only part of that sentence that actually makes sense is that Laura yelled at people. It’s kind of her hobby.

“Um, yeah. So I think people were erring on the side of caution with that. And with the way you were always scowling at everyone, I thought you wanted to be by yourself.” He looks down and digs the toe of his shoe into the grass. “Look, I know we’re not cool or anything, but you’re welcome to sit with me and my friends at lunch.”

“You sure?” Derek asks, smiling. “Apparently I’m pretty intimidating.”

“Yeah, of course,” Stiles says, grinning back. He takes a quick glance behind him, and Derek sees that the Sheriff is slowly wiping egg off their front window. “Hey, would you maybe be interested in going on a real date with me?” he asks quickly. “My dad’s going to be expecting you for dinner at some point, considering.”

“I—do you really cheer for me at the lacrosse games?” Derek finds himself asking.

“Um, yeah,” Stiles says, blushing a little. “You’re really good. I like watching you play.”

“That’s good,” Derek says, nervously clearing his throat. “I’d want somebody I’m dating to come to my games.” Stiles looks like he’s still waiting for something, so he hurriedly says, “Do you want to do something tomorrow night?”

“As long as it doesn’t involve egging my house, yes,” Stiles says, grinning.

Derek winces a little. “Sorry again,” he says.

Stiles laughs. “Hey, it got me back together with my boyfriend, so I can’t say I mind,” he says loudly, winking. “Do you need a ride home? Or is the Camaro parked around the block?”

“Jackson’s guys brought me,” Derek says, sighing. “They bailed as soon as the lights came on.” He glances at his watch. “So yes, I’d love a ride home. It’s getting kind of late, I don’t want my family to worry.”

“Sure,” Stiles says, and leans in to give Derek a quick, sweet kiss. “Let’s go.”

As Derek pulls the door of the jeep closed, he sees the Sheriff grinning.

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