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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yandere Billionaire x Reader Pt. II

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A/N: Bro when tell you I was so embarrassed to write that part I like turned away but my hands just kept writing. Naughty hands😗

And of course boo @je-suis-argent-miel

Thanks so much for the support! I like your posts too ❤😏

⚠[Warning: Yandere tendencies and mindset, a little bit of lime, like no seriously this focuses on super sexual stuff so like you should run, throw up]⚠

I can’t believe I just did that. Sliding down the door you swore your heart was beating a mile a minute. Your hands shakily came to hold your folded legs where you rested your head. You were petrified, still leaning on the door because you would have fallen on your own.

The amount of energy and confidence you burned trying to maintain your dominance and eat as though- a man who has a net worth bigger than your existence- wasn’t staring you down was enough to make you nauseous. So you had to lean on the walls of your apartment just barely making your way to the toilet to puke out the salmon, (f/d), and all the ashes of your confidence.

The only reason you were able to voice your opinion so eloquently was because you knew what he liked. For the years you spent working for his less-intense-brother being able to save yourself, him, and the company, observation was your forte. It becomes your greatest tool, especially when the senior employee reaches into their back pocket not to pull out his phone but to assassinate your boss. Being able to tackle him seconds before he can even aim makes it all worth it when you’ve not only saved a life but given a raise to treat yourself with an extra thousand dollars. So you’ll notice how he emotes with his eyes when his brother asks ‘if he’s ok.’ You’ll notice how his tight expression loosens up when the female waitress oversteps their boundaries a little bit. You’ll notice how his index finger twitches when she goes too far and you’ll notice his jealous glare when she flirts with you. You’ll notice her being laid off and you’ll take into account how grateful she is when you get her connected into another company.

So you knew he hated you at first and you knew how that really was just him falling in love. You knew when he started to look as though he had something he wanted to say. You knew when your boss asked if you wanted to go on this date it wasn’t a question.

Because you knew you could prepare just how you liked it and the rules on how to deal with a Billionaire came into place:

Don’t be pushed around. Say something if you don’t like it or if you do.

Remind him he’s in control. Don’t let all that you say be without belittling yourself.

Stop him before he starts. Predict his every move and there will be nothing to regret.

You followed these rules or at least you tried to. It was easier to say to punch a shark in the nose rather than it was actually doing it. You wanted to pull your hair out (if you have any). You ended the night without knowing where he stood and that was your immense failure of the night.

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“Aaah yes,” he couldn’t wait ‘til he got home, ”Ohhh~(Y/n)!” Your whole demanding act was the hottest thing he ever experienced you doing and he just couldn’t stop himself from imagining you deny him. He stroked himself as he replayed a video of you in the comfort of your room weakly punching your pillow because your snotty cousin decided to drop by and ‘complement’ your house. I wish that pillow was me. He didn’t care that he knew you’d probably never do that to him, just the image of you being so above him was enough to finish him.

He knew that he was a freak and before you he had indulged in his love for a dominant partner but it just never left him fully satisfied. That itch was scratched in the inconvenient setting of a meeting when he could hear your muffled voice scolding an employee for sexual harassment. The insults, the crying, your voice cracking from your meek-work voice even behind a wall got him riled up as he tried to focus on whatever nonsense his brother was spewing. It was the longest conversation on how his sister-in-law finally agreed to have babies.

Another time was when his brother-the little slack- had gotten a stain on his suit jacket while they were going to see their parents. You noticed the stain as the four of you-Ivanov, You, his brother, and an escort- stood in the elevator to meet the parents. He was wonderfully startled by the gasp from your tiny mouth.

“SASHA! What is that on your suit?” Accusingly pointing at the offending stain with your (e/c) eyes widened the biggest he has seen it.

“Uhm-Oh-some ketchup.” The dolt nonchalantly responds, not nearly as worked up as you.

“I can’t believe you DIDN”T TELL ME BEFORE-” “I’m sorry but really it's not that ba-``''NOT THAT BAD! IT Looks like a bird pooped on you!” “What really-oh no.”

You both proceed to argue back and forth like a married couple until you successfully hound him to ‘go to the bathroom’ while you ran to the car and got him a replacement. He wasn't so turned on that he couldn’t handle it but he felt something in his heart, like a spark and he was so lucky that the escort was so busy eavesdropping that she didn’t notice his blush.

“Hey Sasha. What are your plans for tomorrow?”

“Hey big bro, I’m probably gonna call up Angie for another ‘negotiation’ if you know what I mean.”

“Will (Y/n) be there?”

“Uhm-well I usually don’t take ‘goody-two-shoes’ on my illegal activity runs so-”

“So they’ll be in their office?”

“Yeah, by the way how was your da-”

“Goodbye.”

“Geez, could've at least pretended we care about each other.”

Ivanov for a long time couldn’t smile. It strained his cheekbones and made him uncomfortable but when he knew you would be free for an office date he smiled with pure bliss.

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shaalk · 3 years

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Gamer

Type: Oneshot + Bonus

Characters: Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: Idol AU, Smut

Warnings: Strip tease, masturbation, use of sex toy, choking, nipple play, use of degrading names, dirty talk, creampie

Status: Completed

Summary: Everyone knows how much Baekhyun enjoys gaming. That is the only thing he does whenever he has free time. But when he decides to do just that on a rare day that both of us are free, i’ll do just about anything to get his attention.

Words: 2444

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I sigh in annoyance as I watch Baekhyun start a new game on his Playstation console. He has been at it for the past 5 hours, only getting up twice to go to the toilet and to get refreshments. I have been trying get his attention all morning but he hasn’t blinked my way at all.

I understand that he wants to use his rare off day from Exo’s group activities to catch up on his games but I really thought we would be able to spend some time with each other.

I know Baekhyun won’t want step out of the apartment and I am fine with that, he is well known for being a homebody after all. I just want to spend an hour cuddling with my boyfriend, which is proving to be a huge feat right now.

“Baekhyunnnnn,” I whine, my patience wearing thin.

I only receive a hum in response, his eyes not even leaving the TV for a second.

I saunter over to my boyfriend and sit down right beside him, leaving no space between us. I lay my head on Baekhyun’s shoulder and stroke his inner thigh higher and higher up, thinking and hoping I will elicit a reaction out of him. I even go as far as leaving butterfly kisses on his nape and yet, the man never gives me any attention.

It is my last straw already. I am going to have to bring out the big guns. I am going to make sure that Baekhyun’s eyes will only be on me. I am determined to make him forget about his stupid game, even if it is for just a while.

I get off the couch and tiptoe to my room. I don’t even know why I am doing that when Baekhyun hasn't even looked at me since we woke up in the morning.

First, I strip down to nothing and throw on a pink crop top that has the word ‘slut’ written across the centre. I then slip on a pair of boy shorts with the phrase ‘spank me’ across my ass. I give myself a once-over in the mirror and when I am satisfied with how I look, I drop to my knees to grab the black box from underneath my bed.

It is where I stash all my sex toys that I have no choice but to turn to when Baekhyun is away on his long tours. The said male has no idea I have them and he is in for a real treat.

I grab the pale, beige dildo and then haphazardly shove the box back under the bed. I hide the toy behind me and then skip out to join my boyfriend who has just started a new game.

I stand at the end of the couch just waiting for Baekhyun to take notice of me. I purposely clear my throat loudly. He glances at me for just a second before his eyes are glued on the TV again.

I roll my eyes in response.

Showtime!

I strut to the coffee table in front of Baekhyun and stick the dildo onto it with the help of the suction cup at the end.

My boyfriend's eyes are still unmoving. He has no idea the things I have in store for him.

“Baek-ah, isn’t it warm?”

I pull my hair into a messy bun over my head and start fanning myself with my hands.

Still no reaction.

I inwardly groan. I have no choice but to pull my top off. I pretend to wipe the sweat on my nape with it and then throw it onto the couch beside Baekhyun.

His eyes dart up to give me attention for a bit, and then he goes back to concentrating on his game.

At least he paid attention for more than a second this time.

I sway my hips and turn around to give him a view of my clothed ass, purposely arching my back so that it looks perkier (if he is even looking). I know he is when he inhales sharply.

I smirk in victory, knowing I have almost gotten Baekhyun where I want him.

I fall onto my knees so that I am facing my dildo directly. I tilt myself so that Baekhyun can perfectly see me sucking it. I discreetly glance over my shoulder to see my boyfriend’s attention shifting between the TV and I.

I smirk at Baekhyun wickedly and wrap my grip around the dildo as I would his cock. I gather my saliva and spit on the head of the dildo. I let my saliva drip down the length of it and then give it kitten licks.

I confidently stare at my boyfriend through half-lidded eyes and indulge in the way his adam’s apple bobbles in his throat.

Hook, line and sinker.

I get back up on my feet to rid myself of my underwear. I then sink back down and angle myself so that Baekhyun can get a view of my ass and me sucking the dildo.

I grin at him sweetly and then guide my attention back to the toy in front of me. I lean forward, arching my back and perking my butt up. From this angle, Baekhyun has the perfect view of my ass and my spread pussy.

I giggle under breath when I hear a throaty groan from behind me.

I place my lips around the dildo and go down on it, making sure to make slurping noises to let Baekhyun know what he is missing out on. I bob my head a few times to ensure that it is wet enough then I stand up and kneel on the coffee table facing my boyfriend.

I glide the tip of the dildo across the length of my pussy and slowly sit down on it, sighing as it fills me up. I manage to sit on it fully in one motion due to how wet I am.

Baekhyun is focusing on me a lot more at this point but his eyes still dart to the TV at intervals, obviously not wanting to lose his game.

I begin lifting myself up and sinking back down on my dildo, just like when I ride Baekhyun. I go the extra mile to play with my tits too. I first pinch my nipples to harden the nubs, then I squeeze my breasts together.

“Yes, Baek, fuck me harder!” I let out moans that sound like they came straight out of a porno.

I bite the side of my lip as I watch the tent in Baekhyun’s pants grow, already imagining him railing me.

My brows furrow and I throw my head back, feeling utterly stretched. It is my favourite dildo for a reason.

Finally, after hours of waiting, I hear the background music from the TV come to a pause. Baekhyun throws the controller on the ground and stands.

I swallow when my boyfriend pulls off his t-shirt. He has been working out a lot recently and it can clearly be seen from how sculpted the muscles on his arms and abdomen have become.

He shimmies out of his boxers as well and I involuntarily lick my lips as soon as his cock comes to view. There is already precum spilling out of the tip.

His length bounces as he comes towards me. My eyes automatically find his through my eyelashes while I continue riding my dildo.

Baekhyun pulls the rubber band holding my locks together, letting my glorious mass of hair spill. He pushes the strands of hair that have fallen over my chest behind my shoulders so that he can get a full view of my naked body.

He licks his lips as he wraps his right hand around my throat. I hiss when I feel the coolness of his rings touch my skin. Baekhyun pulls me up until the dildo is totally out of my tight snatch and then he carries me and throws me onto the couch.

I squeal with a winning smile when my back comes into contact with the cushions.

“What a show you put on for me, baby girl,” Baekhyun growls through gritted teeth before slapping the side of my thigh.

He leans down for a kiss and my hands immediately wrap themselves around his shoulders, wanting him closer to me. The tip of his dick hits my clit, making the both of us moan into the already messy kiss.

Baekhyun breaks the kiss to leave me a hickey on the side of my neck. His fingers toy with my already perky nipples, just pulling at them and rolling them between his pretty fingertips.

Once the male is satisfied with the mark he has created on my nape, he puts some distance between us so he can drag my body down the couch until I am laid flat on my back while my legs are hanging in the air.

My boyfriend spreads my legs even wider and then lets them rest on each of his shoulders. He pumps his rod to get it harder, if it is even possible, and then glides the tip against my drenched slit. I shudder and my hips jerk forward, already anticipating his grand entrance into me.

Baekhyun has a bruising grip on my waist with one hand while his other one pushes his meat into me. My mouth hangs open and my eyes shut tightly as soon as I feel his intrusion into my tight walls.

Because of the dildo, I am already stretched out quite a fair bit. But not enough for him to fully fit in me. He is longer and thicker than the toy after all.

Baekhyun grunts every time he manages to get a little more of his length into me. He is going slow to accommodate me but I don’t want that. I want him deep in me and I want him to go hard and fast. I want him to ruin me, so I clench his member to get his attention.

His eyes immediately fly open to meet mine when he feels the sudden pressure.

“Harder?”

I nod with a shy smile making Baekhyun chuckle huskily.

I have no time to prepare because Baekhyun pulls all the way out until only his tip is inside me and then he slams his hips forward, hitting my sweet spot head on.

“Oh!”

I flail for a bit and then immediately grab onto his shoulders for support as he ruts into me over and over again. I watch with my bottom lip trapped between my teeth as the sweat trickles down the side of my boyfriend’s face, making him look so fucking ethereal.

I lick my lips unknowingly because of how hot Baekhyun looks when he is concentrating. He grins at me devilishly, knowing how whipped I am for him.

I purposely contract my pussy, making Baekhyun yelp. His routined thrusts become uneven since his focus is disrupted. I giggle breathlessly when the look of betrayal spreads across my his face.

As if to punish me, he suddenly pulls out, making me whine at the loss of his meat. My hole throbs in protest at the sudden emptiness.

Baekhyun pulls me up and makes me stand in front of the coffee table. He then positions me so that my ass is being served to him. My hands are flat on the table for support while the dildo is right in front of my face.

I moan with need when Baekhyun re-enters me. I make an effort to bend down further to take the dildo into my mouth.

Baekhyun realigns himself a little, probably so that he can get a peek of me taking his cock as well as the dildo at the same time, through the reflection in the TV.

He smacks my ass making me scream and jerk forward in surprise.

“Such a fucking slut!”

To prove his point, I grind my hips back into Baekhyun’s every time he thrusts into me. His balls slapping against my clit is making everything better.

Baekhyun must be really aroused by the view of me taking 2 cocks at the same time because I feel him twitch inside me, a tell-tale sign that he is going to ejaculate soon.

He grabs both my arms in one hand and pulls me so that I am upright with my back bowed painfully. His other hand slithers around my waist and finds its way to my clit.

My boyfriend hugs me even closer to him, leaving no space between us. I feel his sturdy chest and hard pecs brush against my back at every thrust.

Baekhyun’s tongue darts out to meet the shell of my ear. I shudder when he blows a breath of cold air onto the spot he licked.

“So sexy, my whore, so fucking sexy,” he whispers roughly into my ear.

I grip Baekhyun’s forearm, my nails piercing into his skin as I feel myself getting closer and closer to my high.

My boyfriend grunts as my pussy tightens around him, my walls pulsating because they are trying to milk all the cum out of him.

“Baek, Baek!” I scream out while his fingers rub me faster.

My stomach tightens and soon I am releasing around Baekhyun‘s length.

“I’m cumming,” I yell as my body starts convulsing from reaching my climax.

“Yes, princess, cream on this dick!”

Baekhyun lets out a string of curses as my warmth encompasses him. His fingers don’t leave my bundle of nerves alone. I start squirming in his grip as I ride out my extended orgasm, which is bordering on overstimulation.

After one last hard thrust, Baekhyun lets out a feral “fuck yes” under his breath and releases his thick load into my tight cunt.

I hum in content as I feel his warmth coat my walls. He slowly thrusts into me a few more times to ride out his orgasm and then comes to a complete stop.

Baekhyun lets go of my arms and I immediately fall forward, legs jelly from the hard fucking I have just gone through. Thankfully the male holds onto my waist to support me or I would have fallen flat on my face.

My boyfriend falls back onto the couch, tired as well. I slowly settle myself on the ground, my back against the coffee table so that I am facing Baekhyun.

His gaze travels down the length of my sweaty body to my messy opening to take in the view of our mixed cum dribbling out of my pussy.

He bites his lip and makes eye contact with me.

“Good fuck, baby girl.”

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Quiet- Oliver Wood x Female Reader

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Summary: You have been the chaser for the Gryffindor quidditch team for about a year now and were what everyone would call a ‘quiet brute’ you were fast and silent. For the past year both you and Oliver grew feelings for each other, but Oliver didn’t think you had felt the same. Until one day when Slytherin cheats during a match and you reveal why you have been quiet for so long

Kody: Let’s see if i can capture the Oliver Wood we know. i’m am also fully aware that the timing will not fit in well, but it’s fanfiction so like lmao. I watched every single quidditch scene for this bullshit lol and i still don’t get it so bare with me please.

House: Gryffindor

Possible Triggers / Warnings: cursing, Marcus Flint, Slytherin slander, (jkjkjk) a smidge of angst

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Tap!

you open your eyes and snap your head towards the sound. Eyes stopping your window. An owl was tapping its beak against the glass pane. It was so early, who would send a letter this early? Sitting up from the bed and throwing your legs off, you walk towards the feathery companion.

reaching for the latch, you unhook and push it open. The owl stepped off of your windowsill and onto the desk right under the ledge. You plop down onto the seat and reach for the letter in its mouth. The owl drops the letter in your hand. You rip off the wax seal and grab the folded piece of paper in the envelope.

unfolding it you see a familiar name written at the bottom ‘Oliver Wood’ the captain of your quidditch team. The wizard you had known for a year and had a small- well large infatuation with. You cracked a small smile before reading the contents of the letter.

‘Dear Y/n, since we are playing against Slytherin tomorrow and they are our biggest rivals i want add an early morning practice today, hence the letter now. This extra training will help, i promise. Once you receive this letter head to the Gryffindor common room. With l- Sincerely Oliver.’

you sigh deeply. Not being a morning person meant you hated getting up early in general, but you couldn’t do much about it. So you go over to your dresser and grabbed some clothes suitable to practice in. It’s been cold outside recently so you needed to cover up.

you slip on your quidditch sweater that had your number and name on the back, your black quidditch pants, and your gloves as well. As you lace up your boots you sit on your bed so you wouldn’t fall over. Once you were finished you stand up straight, reaching for your wand on your nightstand.

you slip it into your belt loop even though you plan on putting it in the locker that was in the changing rooms later anyway. Once your all set you open your dorm room door and make your way down the hall, passing a couple girls that unfortunately woke up as early as you.

as you reached the common room you saw your whole team sitting on the sofas or standing up. Angelina was the first to notice your presence “Y/n’s here. That’s all of us” she says, standing up from the couch. All eyes turn to look at you, making you advert your gaze to the fireplace.

lifting up your hand for a second, basically an introverted wave. “Not a morning person aye L/n?” Fred asks, pushing off the wall he was leaning on. You didn’t say anything and just shrug your shoulders in reply. “Alright, let’s head out” your captain, Oliver said, gesturing with his hand to the door.

the team replies with okays and such and you all begin to leave the common room. You let most of them walk out so you can be in the back, mostly so no one would try and talk to you. It was too early and you were too cranky for conversation right now- or ever really.

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as you all walked the halls, you didn’t notice the certain scottish boy slowly falling behind until he was standing next to you. You only noticed when he suddenly spoke “Sleep well?” he asked. You turn your head to look at him for a split second before back the other direction “Fine”

he nods once. You didn’t really give him much to go off of. Oliver made you more nervous than other people did, probably because of the crush you had on him. If only you knew he was exactly the same. “That’s good. Are you nervous about tomorrow's match? I sure know i am”

you shrug your shoulders once, not really knowing how to answer “A little.” you say, looking forward. You all were nearing the field now and everyone was going into the male and female locker rooms to get there brooms and such. Oliver was about to follow the other guys when you spoke again.

“I wouldn’t worry much, your a skilled keeper” you say, E/c eyes focused on your fingerless gloves on your hands. Before he could get a word in you follow Katie Bell into the locker rooms, leaving Oliver dumbfounded by your words. “Aw look at the young love. If only you weren’t a nervous wreck right?”

Oliver heard both twins snicker and laugh, causing him to become flustered “Both of you get your brooms” he snaps, before pushing pas the two of them.

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morning practice went well that day as well as afternoon practice. You were actually excited for the game tomorrow, which was a first. Maybe it’s because you wanted to see the look of despair as your team own the match. Either way, you couldn’t wait for the match to start

“Welcome back everyone to another exciting day of quidditch! Today Gryffindor is going against Slytherin for this seasons quidditch cup! Both teams are currently tied, so this game will for sure see who is the superior team! Now, let’s welcome our teams. First Slytherin!”

Lee Jordan’s voice boomed through the mic as the Slytherins roared for there team. You watched from the ground as the Slytherin team flew onto the field, throwing their hands in the air. You took a deep breath as they took positions “Alright we're up next guys. Mount your brooms!”

Oliver shouts before mounting his own broom, all of you doing the same. “Let’s welcome our Gryffindors!” Lee shouts and all of you took off into the air, making your way up. You stopped in front of the Slytherin team and assumed correct positions as Madam Hooch stands on the ground below us

“I want a clean match, ya hear me!? No magic and no wands, understood!?” she spoke, looking at both teams. Some of us nod while others just blink mindlessly. Madam Hooch kicks he box and the snitch and bludger are released. After a couple of seconds, she lifts up the quaffle from the box and holds it up.

you tighten your grip on your broom, ready to launch at the quaffle once she throws it. Hooch smiles before tossing the quaffle in the air, causing Lee to shout once more “And let the games begin!” you and Angelina dove in to grab the quaffle while Katie drew back, just in case it was tossed outside the ‘kill circle’ that was happening at the moment.

a Slytherin chaser managed to get ahold of it, so Katie flew after her. Katie catches up to her and pushes the quaffle from under her arm, causing her to drop it. You could see it fall a few feet in front of you and took that chance to attempt to catch it.

you hold out your hand and grab the quaffle “Yes!” you say excitedly to yourself before beginning to make your way to the hoops where the slytherin keeper awaited for you, Miles Bletchley. You throw the quaffle towards the hoop and it completely misses miles and went straight in.

“Y/n L/n scores ten points for Gryffindor!” Lee annonces, as the Gryffindors cheered your name while the Slytherin booed. Typical. You fly back as the quaffle lands in the middle again, this time Angelina goes after it.

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after about an eternity of playing, both teams were tied with 140 points each. Harry and Draco have been unable to catch snitch. It was exhausting, but you seemed to be going strong. That was until you saw Marcus Flint with the quaffle. He was heading towards your goal.

you see that Katie and Angelina are to busy being bombarded with bludger so you chased after Marcus. As you did so you watched as he uses his free hand to reach into his robe and grab his wand, he had most of it covered by his robe but you know what you saw.

Oliver, who was at the goal and ready to deflect Marcus’s throw was suddenly thrown back into the hoop and hit the metal bar. Marcus takes the opportunity to throw the quaffle into the hoop and scores “Another ten points for Slytherin and that’s 150 points. Slytherin wins!”

you feel your heart drop as Slytherin erupts in victorious cheers. It was almost as if you were on autopilot as you flew down to meet your team. All of you watched as the Slytherin team high hived each other. What a bunch of bloody cheaters.

“I swore i had that. This is all my fault” Oliver spoke, his face dropped into a sad expression. You feel as if you had been punched in the gut, your fists balling in anger. You drop your broom and shrug off your robe “Hey Flint!” you shout, catching his attention as well as his teammates.

“Well if it isn’t Gryffindor’s chaser. Came to congratulate us? How sweet” he holds his hand over his heart in mock sympathy and you swore you saw red. “Drop the act Flint. I know you cheated! I saw you pull out a wand! Which is against the rules!”

the shouting seemed to draw in Madam Hooch as well as a couple or Professors that were leaving the stands “What’s this shouting all about!” she says, placing her hands on her hips “Marcus Flint used a jinx on Oliver to win! I saw it! He has his wand in his robe!”

your teammates stood behind you, shocked by your outbursts. You only spoke about three words at a time and you were always so neutral. It was strange to say the least as you were fuming with anger. “I did not cheat! Your just being a sore loser and a bitch!” Marcus yelled back at you.

“What did he say!?”Oliver shouts, ready to knock Marcus out, but Fred and George hold him back. “Mr. Flint! There is no need for that language, now empty your pockets this instant!” Madam Hooch points to his robes as he turns a shade of white.

“B-But i didn’t do anything! She’s spewing nonsense just because her captain is incompetent!” Marcus blurts out as a last attempt. Oh he did not. “Listen here you sack of shit! Oliver is the best captain and just person in general that i’ve ever met. So much so that you had to cheat just to win!”

everyone is stunned into silence as you yelled, venom lacing each and everyone of your words. “Now Mr. Flint!” Madam Hooch repeats and you watch as Marcus pulls out his wand and hands it to her. She looks disappointed and shakes her head solemnly.

“What a disgrace to quidditch. Marcus Flint, you are hereby removed from the quidditch team and will serve two months in detention. Also, Gryffindor wins!” she shouts and all the Gryffindor students who remained shouted in happiness now they had gotten their rightful win.

Marcus crosses his arms and mutters another insult towards you. You walk up to him and punch him straight in the nose, causing him to fall back. With that, you walk off the field. You needed to calm down and couldn’t do it with all those people around shouting and yelling.

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you had avoided your team for the rest of the day, shameful of your outburst. You wondered if you would get in trouble for punching Marcus and the fact that you told half the school you thought Oliver Wood was the best person in the world, either way. You were fucked.

you were now making your way to your dorm so you could cram in some studying before bed. You wore a white t-shirt, a red and white flannel as well as baggy blue jeans. As you opened the door of your dorm a flash of light causes you to stumble abit as well as a bunch of colored paper? oh confetti.

“Thank you Y/n!” you hear multiple people yell. You quickly decipher each one as one of your teammates. As your vision cleared you saw Fred and George holding up a banner that said ‘Y/n is the best’ Angelina and Katie were holding baskets that were filled to the top with sweets.

Harry was holding a case of butterbeer with a kind smile on his face. Last. but not least Oliver stood in the middle with a bouquet of flowers. you felt your heart race a little more when your eyes met “Um- Hi” you spoke shyly and began to fiddle with the sleeve of your flannel.

“You didn’t tell us you had that fire in you Y/n!” George shouts out of nowhere, his twin nodding in agreement “Wicked” Fred says in agreement. You just shrugged your shoulders “Uh- Thanks?” you said, unsure of what the both of them meant.

“yeah, you definitely put Marcus Flint in his place. Even Draco Malfoy apologized to us. It was insane, you should of been there!” Angelina exclaims, placing her basket of sweets on the ground of your room “You avoided us yesterday, why?” Katie asked, everyone's heads perking up.

you sigh deeply and figured you owed them some sort of explanation “I’m just really socially awkward i guess. My uh- my parents died when i was like nine in some freak potions accident with Luna Lovegood’s mom. So Xenophilius Lovegood took me in. I was mute for awhile, so talking is just hard i suppose?”

the girls faces drop as well as Olivers. Who knew your silence came with such a dark reason. “Sorry- did i ruin the mood?” you ask and they all immediately shake their heads “No, of course not! Anyway, we wanted to thank you for calling Marcus out and basically handing us the win.” Oliver spoke, taking a step towards you.

“Also for sticking up for me. I appreciate it” He adds and you feel a familiar warmth invade your stomach harshly. Oliver hands you the bunch of poppies and you tilt your curiously “There fake?” you question and he nods once “I know your allergic to pollen” he says, which makes your heart skip a couple beats.

you remember mentioning that you were allergic to pollen when you first met. He remembered after all this time? A cough interrupted the both of you and you look to see Fred double fisting butterbeers “Enough of that love shit, lets just hang out”

your team burst out in laughter as both you and Oliver looked away from each other in embarrassment. Stupid Fred.

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a couple hours later Angelina was passed out on top of Katie on the floor, they had all brought sleeping bags apparently. This was very planned. Harry was laying on a beanbag chair with a blanket over him and marker on his face. George and Fred’s idea.

speaking of the twins they both were laying on the floor next to the trunk at the end of your bed, sweet wrappers surrounded them. You and Oliver had yet to fall asleep yet. You had actually opened up a bit and enjoyed talking to him. The more you talked, the more you fell for him really.

during the little ‘party’ your team had you all changed into different clothes (in their own dorms of course) so you were now wearing a black muggle t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Oliver was wearing his quidditch jersey and black sweatpants. He looked- well...hot.

“You know Y/n. I can stop thinking about how you said i was the best person you knew” you inhale sharply and lean back onto your pillows, since you were both sitting on your bed “Yeah?” you question, afraid to say anything more. Oliver sits up straight, eyes boring into you.

“I think your the best person i know” he says confidently, reaching for your hand. He grabs it and runs the pad of his thumb over your skin. “Yeah?” you repeated once more. He snorts and looks down at the bedsheets for a moment before looking back at you “I’m trying to say i like you Y/n, like a lot”

say what now? Oliver Wood. The guy who you thought barely noticed you just said he had feelings for you. Like earlier, your brain ran on autopilot “Yeah?...” you say a third time. Oliver rolls his eyes before leaning into kiss you gently, hands cupping your face and leaving room for you to push him away.

up close he smelt like fresh cut wood- like from a broomstick. That made sense actually. You snapped back to reality and hesitantly reach up to place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Oliver responds and places one hand on your waist.

he lays you back against the bed and hovers over you, breaking the kiss. You look at him with a flushed expression “I like you too- you said it earlier so i felt like i should say it now...before anything else happens” you spoke quickly and quietly.

Oliver raises a brow in amusement “Anything else? Who knew you could think so dirty Y/n” he says in a teasing tone. You shake your head “What- no that’s not what i meant” your sentence trails off into a mumble. He chuckles quietly “I know” he said, going into kiss you again.

“Can you guys not shag up, were right here” when did Fred wake up?

“Yeah, be respectful to others around you” and there goes George.

you watched as Oliver’s eye twitched in irritation “Both of shut up and go back to sleep. We are not shagging up” he says and they both mumble an okay. He lays back against the bed, turning on his side to face you “I think we should sleep as well, you don’t mind me sleeping here right?”

you shake your head, not minding him there. He smiles lightly before reaching down to the grab the sheet. He pulled it over both of you. You go to scooch away to the other side when he wraps an arm around and pulls your back against his chest “You can’t get away that easily, lass” he whispered.

you held back a small laugh before getting comfortable in the Captain's arms. “Night Y/n” he spoke quietly before placing a kiss to the back of your head. “Goodnight Oliver” you said back and used your wand to turn out the lights before closing your eyes.

and with that. You fell asleep.

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Kody: I call these group of idiots the chaotic Gryffindor quidditch team. Anyways, peace.

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bisexualkiecarrera · 4 years

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4 times JJ complimented you + 1 time you complimented him

JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

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warnings: just drinking, smoking and cursing!

Hanging out in a group of only hot guys and your best friend Kie wasn’t always easy. You loved your friends dearly and normally, any day spent with them was a good one. There were just some days that you just couldn’t bring yourself to have fun when all you could think about was how you looked in your bathing suit.

You’d explained it to Kiara during a sleepover once when she asked why you hadn’t come in the water that day, opting to stay on the boat in your baggy t-shirt. She didn’t really understand but she tried her best to be helpful whenever she saw you get in your own head after that. John B and Pope were either absolutely oblivious or smart enough to know not to push the subject when you answered their concerned questions with “I’m just a little tired, don’t worry about it.” JJ knew without you ever muttering a word, familiar with the feeling of being uncomfortable showing people your body, even if it was for a completely different reason.

The day in question was the hottest day of the year so far, and even though you were sitting in the smallest bit of shade the HMS Pogue’s tiny driving console provided, you felt a line of sweat drip down your spine.

“Babe, come in! Seriously, it’s way too hot for you to not be in the water!” Kiara called as she swam up to the side of the boat, head barely resting on its edge. Your eyes skittered over to the boys, treading water several yards away, but the only one who seemed to be listening to your conversation was JJ. He gave a small encouraging smile before turning back to the two boys splashing each other like children.

You bit at your lip for a second, mulling over your decision before realizing it really was too hot to stay dry. You mumbled out a “fine” as you went to slip your arms out of your sleeves, “but go back to the boys and I’ll meet you over there.” Kiara gave you a wide smile before pushing off the boat, swimming gracefully back towards the group.

You shed your shirt quickly and got in the water, trying your hardest to make as small of a splash as possible. You sink your head under the water, wetting your hair as you make your way towards your friends. You take a look at Pope now floating peacefully on his back and make eye contact with a smiling John B. “Hey, little minnow. Nice of you to join us.” You roll your eyes fondly at the nickname, leftover from when you were kids. Back before you the world taught you to be self conscious, it was nearly impossible to get you out of the water and back into regular summer clothes, and so your fishy nickname was born.

You wink at JB before swimming quietly towards Pope, who still had his eyes closed as he faced the sky. You get close before stilling for a second, letting the waves settle around you. You lean in towards his ear and let out a “boo!,” sending the boy flailing. The three others laugh off to the side as you and Pope begin a splash fight. Not long after, JB can’t help but join in, followed by Kie. You take this as an opportunity to wade over to JJ, who’s looking at you with pride mixed with something you can’t quite place. “What’s the look for, J?” He takes a second to look over your face again, brow furrowed slightly in confusion.

He shrugs a little as he answers, meeting your eyes. “You just look really pretty like this, all happy and back in the water.” You feel heat unrelated to the temperature cover your face as your eyes dart back to your friends, Kie now hanging on Pope’s back.

“You’re just glad there’s finally someone who can beat JB in a race in the water.”

A movie night at the Chateau just isn’t complete without an all-out pig fest, food scattered on every counter and table. Kie is generous enough to supply you all with enough fries from The Wreck to last a lifetime, and Pope brings along some ice cream, but always the cheap kind that his dad is willing to part with. John B mans the grill, making you all hot dogs and cheeseburgers while JJ provides the bud and whatever beer he can steal out of his fridge or convince his cousin to buy for him. Over the years, he’s also claimed the spot as your assistant, hovering over your shoulder as you move around the Chateau’s already cramped kitchen making brownies.

It’s been years that you’ve been making what you call “kitchen sink” brownies for you and JJ and JB. They appear at every birthday and holiday and whenever someone is especially sad. They’re really just boxed brownies with whatever snacks you can find thrown into the batter, but JJ loves to be the one who gets to crunch up the toppings and sprinkle them, and you figure that the world owes JJ Maybank every second of happiness he can find. Tonight, the search through your kitchen at home proved especially successful, coming away with not only chips and pretzels, but also mini oreos and a pack of m&ms.

JJ walks around the counter to see your finds spread out on the counter and his jaw drops. Your giggle tears his eyes away from the assortment and he raises one eyebrow in question. “You’re sure your parents are cool with you taking all this stuff?” The question makes you laugh, and you lean in like you’re about to tell JJ a secret.

“If I’m gonna be honest,” you drop your voice to an almost-whisper, “I think my mom bought extra snacks this week just for this.” A small smile appears on his face, and if you hadn’t known him for so long, you would have no clue that there was a little sadness behind it, thinking of his own parental situation in comparison to yours. “C’mon, J. Batter’s done, pan is greased. All I need is your supreme topping skills.”

What seems like forever, but in reality is only 30 minutes, passes by before you slip back into the kitchen to take your brownies out of the oven. The raggedy oven mitt JB leaves on the counter for you is barely hanging on by a thread so you grab the extra cleaning rag to wrap around your covered hand for protection. The second the pan touches the oven, JJ is there behind you, looking over your shoulder. You turn to him, eyebrows raised in scolding as his hands fall to your hips. You place your hands on the plane of his chest and push gently backwards, shaking your head. “I’ll put a five minute timer on. Go sit, you know they’re too hot right now.” He allows you to guide him back to the couch before you pull out your phone and set the alarm, pulling you to settle into his side.

The timer goes off and JJ jumps so quickly it genuinely startles you. You all share a chuckle at how fast his feet moved, and in no time at all, he’s back next to you, a brownie on a paper towel in each hand. He extends one out to you and you gladly take it. “Hey, man, thanks for getting me one too, really thoughtful of you,” John B says as he makes his way to the kitchen to cut one for himself and Kie and Pope. JJ’s mouth is already full of brownie and there’s a smug smile on his face as he swallows. He shouts a “yeah, of course, buddy!,” after your friend’s retreating figure before turning to you.

“You know these brownies are ring-worthy, right? Like, SO fucking good I’m considering proposing right now.”

You giggle at the statement as crumbs fall from his lip. Your only answer is “JJ, you know you did half the fucking work, right?” He laughs at your response and wiggles his eyebrows.

“Guess that makes us both wifey material!”

By far, your least favorite part of your friendship with JJ is tending to his various cuts, bumps and bruises. Between JJ’s general recklessness, his ongoing beef with Rafe Cameron, and Luke Maybank himself, it felt as though you spent every other day standing between his knees as he sat on your bathroom counter. This time, a particularly heated run in with the kooks had thankfully left JJ with nothing but a busted lip, bloody knuckles and an adrenaline high. His mouth was running a mile a minute, recounting every step of the fight despite the fact that you’d witnessed it all first hand.

“Did you see the look on Rafe’s face when he hit the ground? Absolutely unreal!” You let out a frustrated huff as he waved his hands wildly, not noticing your own hand outstretched to grab his.

“Yeah, J, I saw but please give me your hands. I need to put antiseptic on.” Your voice is a little pleading and he quiets at your request, laying his wrist in your hand and watching your face as you get to work. You dab at the cuts with a soaked cotton ball, and it doesn’t escape either of you that JJ no longer flinches at the sting. Once you’ve moved on to the other hand, his stare intensifies as you carefully move his rings around to make sure there’s no hidden nicks underneath them. When it’s time for you to move onto his face, he places his hands gently in his lap and lets you inspect his face closely, turning it from side to side with a finger at his chin. Your demeanor lightens a little when you’ve decided the damage is as minimal as possible. “Really glad you managed to keep Rafe away from the money maker this time. Well, mostly.” You punctuate your point by pressing the cotton to the tear in his lip and the pressure makes him hiss. You pull your hand away and grab the vaseline, smearing a small amount over the cut as gently as possible. “You really should ice that, J. Keep the swelling to a minimum.”

You realize a little belatedly that he hasn’t taken his eyes off your face the entire time you’ve been working and your eyes raise to meet his. The look in his eyes is a little confusing and a little startling, and his voice is gentle when he says “Thank you for patching me up. You always take the best care of me.”

You let out a deep sigh before patting his leg gently and moving towards the door. “I think I could find work as a school nurse with all this experience you’ve given me.”

A boneyard party used to be your absolute favorite way to blow off steam on a Friday night. The sand, music, booze and weed were the easiest way to melt away the stress of a long week, but lately, the stress of seeing your best friend sneak off with some random had you absolutely dreading stepping foot on the beach. Most of the time, you had a pretty easy time keeping your less than platonic feelings for JJ at bay. You always rationalized swallowing your emotions down by telling yourself that you both needed each other as a friend way too much to jeopardize that. It was getting harder and harder to listen to your own advice lately, and partly because you weren’t quite sure what he was feeling. He’d been especially affectionate lately, not giving second thought to curling his body around yours on cold nights around the fire. His compliments had become less silly and teasing, and sometimes when he looked at you, it felt like he was staring straight into your soul.

Tonight, you’d allowed Kie to pick you out an outfit from your closet, not wanting to spend time debating with yourself and getting yourself stressed. She’d picked out a pair of high waisted denim shorts and a cropped white t shirt, topped with a yellow scarf to tie around your ponytail. It was simple enough that she knew you’d be comfortable but cute enough that you’d feel confident.

Secretly, she’d also seen the way JJ eyes had dragged slowly over your figure when you’d worn those shorts the week prior. Neither of you had spoken to her, or Pope or JB, about your feelings for the other, but they as a group had all witnessed the gentle way you handled each other and had their suspicions that one of you would break soon. She’d driven you to the boneyard, promising to stay sober enough to relocate you all back to the Chateau at the end of the night. She pulled your hand along, heading straight to where she knew your friends would be congregating, just behind the keg. JB and Pope each had a full cup in hand when you approached and JJ had a joint hanging from the side of his mouth. “Gentlemen, let’s get it going,” Kie startled the boys, a giant smile across her face.

A few hours into the party and a considerable amount of beer later, the realization hit you that JJ hadn’t wandered off to find someone to mack on yet. He’d even turned down the touron who approached him first, despite her tiny skirt and flawless makeup. It had to be some sort of record for him, usually his presence at these parties was fleeting. You thought back to just the week before when you’d watched him lead a beautiful curly-haired girl back to the Twinkie. You’d felt nauseous watching them flirt, his legs parted as he sat on a low hanging branch with her settled between them. Her hands rested on his chest as she stared up at him from under her eyelashes and you had to rip your gaze from the pair when he slid from his perch and wrapped her hand in his. You kept your eyes on the ground as they passed, but like a train wreck you couldn’t help but watch, you were unable to stop yourself from throwing a last glance in their direction as they approached the van. He’d turned to look at her with a sly smile on his face and must have caught your eye over her shoulder. His smile dropped quickly and something looking like an apology crossed his face for a second but when you looked away again, focusing on holding the burning tears in your eyes back, he recovered and smiled back at the girl, pulling her into the spacious backseat.

Even just the memory had you tense, and JJ felt the uneasiness radiate off of you from his position by your side. He called your name gently so as to not call attention to the two of you and you turned your head quickly, blinking away your thoughts. Your eyes focused on the concerned look on his face. “You alright? Did someone upset you?” JJ’s eyes were already scanning the crowd for who could have possibly upset you and it pulled a small smile to your face.

“No, J, I’m alright, just thinking. All good now.” His face turned back to you, a small pout gracing his lips. He asks if you’re sure and when you nod in agreement, he turns his attention back to your friends. The two of you watch Pope and John B argue about if Gatorade was actually better for you than regular water or not for a few minutes before you turn back to JJ. “Hey, JJ?” Your voice is small and it surprises the boy beside you to hear you so timid. When his attention is turned on you completely, you start your question. “Is there a reason you turned down that girl before? She was like, stupidly pretty.” You’re finding it a little hard to meet JJ’s eyes as you ask, so you fiddle with the strings on your bracelet instead.

A small chuckle leaves his lips before he replies with “I got the prettiest girl at the party standing next to me already. Why would I leave?” Your eyes meet his and there’s no humor anywhere on his face and you can feel yourself get hot under his gaze. You’re left speechless for a second before the sound of Kie’s voice pulls you from the moment. You clear your throat and turn back to your friends, mumbling under your breath. JJ replies with a “hmm?” and you repeat yourself a little louder this time, so he can just hear you.

“Kiss ass.”

Somehow, Kiara had managed to convince her parents to allow you to come to Midsummers as her guest and by an even greater miracle, you’d managed to save enough babysitting money to buy yourself an appropriately fancy dress, floor length and blue with pretty flowers embroidered on it. You arrive at the Carreras’ house early in the afternoon to begin getting ready, helping Kie put her hair up with some flowers pinned in. You chose to keep yours mostly down and let your best friend weave some braids in, tiny beads sprinkled down the length of them. Neither of you put on very much makeup, but it was still more than you’d worn in recent memory, and it felt nice to look in the mirror and actually feel pretty and put together. Kie comes up behind you as you look in the full length mirror and wraps her arms around your waist, chin resting gently on your shoulder. “We look fucking good, don’t we?” She giggles and scrunches her nose up as you meet her eyes in the mirror.

You nod emphatically before turning to face her, a wide smile on your face. “Hell yeah, we do, baby! The lady pogues know how to clean up good!” Your response makes her laugh, head thrown back, and it makes you wish all your friends would be in attendance, despite how much you love girl time with just you and Kie.

Your dreams of being able to spend the night with all of your friends almost came true, spotting John B on Sarah’s arm from across the room upon your arrival. The night became even sweeter when you saw Pope standing next to his father, but even as the five of you stood together at the edge of the party, people watching and laughing, you couldn’t shake the feeling that JJ was the piece you were missing most. Kiara and Sarah left to make their way to the restroom and Pope was pulled away to help his dad, leaving you and JB standing in the corner. “You should go see him, you know. Skip out early, I’m sure Kie wouldn’t mind.” You turn to look at your friend, confused at his sudden idea. You had a feeling you knew exactly what he was saying, but you waited for clarification, fiddling with the glass in your hand. “JJ is at the Chateau and before I left, he seemed pretty upset that he wouldn’t get to see you in your dress.”

He holds out the key to the twinkie and your jaw drops a little, and it makes JB chuckle, shaking his head slightly at your obliviousness. It really hits you all at once, exactly what JJ’s recent change in behavior meant. The intense stares, the end of his slew of meaningless hookups, and especially the sincere compliments that you’d been taking as a joke. You knew you had to see him, so you looked up at JB and handed him your glass, taking his keys from him. “Tell Kie where I went, please.” You turned and started to make your way through the crowd and you heard John B’s cheer through the noise of the party, smiling as you reached the door.

You don’t even bother turning the radio on when you get in the van, the pounding of your heart loud enough. When you get to the front door of the Chateau, you can hear the television on and it takes a second to see JJ’s outline resting on the couch. The front door slams behind you and JJ doesn’t turn right away. “Jeebs, why are you ho-” The question catches in his throat when he turns and sees you in the doorway instead of John B. He breathes out a quiet “wow, hi.” You move towards him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders so that his hands fall at your hips.

“JB told me you wanted to see me in my dress, so here I am.” You look up at him teasingly as a blush spreads across his cheeks. “Plus, I couldn’t really have any fun at the kook party. The cutest boy in town wasn’t there.” It’s JJ’s turn to be left speechless and it makes you giggle. The sound pulls him out of his trance and its milliseconds before his lips are pressed to yours. You snake your fingers into his blond hair and you feel his hands squeeze at the meat of your hips as your lips part and he licks into your mouth gently. It feels a thousand years before you pull away, resting your forehead against his. “You’re my favorite person, JJ Maybank. I think you always will be.”

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pricemarshfield · 3 years

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fresh as a daisy

Chapter 2/2. Requested by @renluthor: dani/ainsley angst/angry makeout?

Read on AO3 here.

Ainsley wakes up to a text from her brother and Dani pressed up against her, back to front. She's breathing slow and steady, like she doesn't have a care in the world. She does, of course--Ainsley's learned how crime scenes haunt her girlfriend(?) in the way she wakes up stiff and frozen, sometimes, like Ainsley does when she dreams about not-Endicott's blood on her hands. She's lied and said something about that time she got locked in Claremont, and Dani believed her, and that's the worst fucking part.

"I can hear you thinking from here," Dani murmurs, voice rumbling against Ainsley's chest. Ainsley doesn't jump, but it's a near thing. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Ainsley says, too quickly, a lie meant to be caught.

Dani rolls over, eyes still hazy with sleep. "Come on, you can tell me."

Ainsley sighs, props her head up on her arm so she's leaning slightly over Dani. "I'm just worried about my meeting with the head reporter. He said he wants 'more' from my reports." It's easy enough to muster up annoyance about it, because she is annoyed with him.

"Carr?" Dani asks, and Ainsley grumbles, leans into Dani so she's pressed right into the crook of her neck. She could stay here for hours. "Fuck that guy."

Ainsley laughs, teeth scraping at Dani's skin mostly-on accident, and Dani shifts so that Ainsley's half-on top of her. "When do you have to go into work?"

"You're insatiable," Dani says with a little put-upon sigh that's as fake as the innocent expression Ainsley's definitely wearing right now.

"That's not actually an answer to my question," Ainsley says.

Dani doesn't respond for a second, and Ainsley pushes herself up to see a frown on her face. "In...less than an hour and a half, actually."

"Boo," Ainsley says, dramatically flopping back down. Dani's chest rumbles a little with laughter that Ainsley feels more than hears, and it's so fucking nice in a way that Ainsley's not used to yet, even after months of it all.

She hasn't looked at her phone yet. She knows it'll break the morning into something she has to deal with and not just luxuriate in.

"Do you have time for breakfast?" she asks instead, and Dani laughs.

"What, you're gonna cook?"

"Better than you," Ainsley says. "I didn't know you could burn toast that bad unless you were trying."

"You have all these weird 'smart' appliances, how is that my fault," Dani mutters. "I can make pancakes."

Ainsley hasn't had pancakes since she was young enough to still wear a bright pink dress with ruffles to school. "Sure."

Ainsley's mom had asked her to move back in, and she had been planning on it before--this, with Dani. She still goes back basically every day--she has a little study space in the basement--but it's nice to have a place that's hers.

And Dani's, in a way.

Dani has her own apartment, a place with chipped paint but plants everywhere, homey in a way that Ainsley hadn't thought was a real thing outside of home and garden magazines. She spends more nights than not here, though, and Ainsley's started to feel like the place is too big without her home.

She doesn't have a key yet. Ainsley has no idea when she should bring it up. If she should, even; there's that whole thing with the murder she got away with and Dani being a homicide detective.

Ainsley glances at her phone to see the text from Malcolm, complete with hidden message. She should check it. Dani's busy at the stove, it's the best time.

Dani hums some oldies song at the stove, the admittedly-weak smell of cooking pancakes wafting towards Ainsley, and she still can't bring herself to break the morning. Instead, she puts the phone facedown on the table, stands up, and wraps her arms around Dani from behind. Dani doesn't start or stiffen like she used to, when they were still figuring each other out.

"Is it supposed to look that lumpy?" Ainsley asks brightly.

"Yes," Dani says. "They're pancakes, it's not gonna be perfectly even."

"As long as they taste good," Ainsley says. She has to push herself up a little to rest her head against Dani's shoulder. It's not exactly comfortable, but she has no intentions of moving. Dani flips the pancakes with an expert little twist of the spatula, and Ainsley makes an impressed noise. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

"I worked at a diner in college," Dani says. "I was hired as a waitress, but I was way better behind the scenes." She shudders a little. "I hate customer service."

Ainsley's never had experience with customer service. She's thankful for that, but it does mean she doesn't have anything she can add, so she just hums agreement into Dani's shoulder. They sit and sway sway to the sound of pancakes cooking and their breathing for a little longer.

Dani covers her pancakes in almost as much syrup as Malcolm used to, and at Ainsley's disbelieving look, laughs, and says, "Really, you should try it!"

Ainsley does, if only so she can prove herself right, but it does end up being pretty tasty.

"Don't tell Malcolm," Ainsley says, ignoring all of her etiquette training to talk with her mouth full because she knows it'll make Dani smile. Sure enough, she does, and Ainsley feels this warm glow in her chest she's still not used to. "He'll be so smug."

"Really?" Dani says. "He doesn't seem the type."

Ainsley feels something twist in her stomach, remembering how horrified Malcolm was when he'd figured out that she faked it. She stands by it, of course she does, but yikes. He'd lied to her, why does she feel bad? There's the text she's ignoring, the worry around that...that's probably it.

Still, she can hardly check it with Dani at the table, so she smiles at her and says, "That's just 'cause he always had a soft spot for you."

There's an awkward beat of silence where both of them sit in the reality of that being true in a way that's completely at odds with them sitting across the table for each other, half-dressed and warm.

"I do have to head to work," Dani says after awhile, and Ainsley frowns as if she doesn't want her to go. In reality, she could use the time to check her texts, figure out how she's going to present herself when Dani gets home. Tired, probably, but not too tired, she's still working from home as much as she can. Happy to see her--that part she doesn't even have to fake.

"Aw," Ainsley says. "You coming back here after?"

"Of course," Dani says easily, like it's nothing to just let someone else in her life the way Ainsley's been letting her here.

Ainsley's not sure what tugs at her heart just then, but she's pretty sure it's not a good thing. Dani heads to the bedroom to get dressed while Ainsley finishes her pancakes. The syrup's significantly less enjoyable now that they're cold, sticking to her mouth in a way that makes her want to toss them in the trash.

Dani's not looking. She could.

She stares down at them for awhile too long, chewing on the mush in her mouth until she wants to gag. When Dani walks out of the room again, she looks up, forces herself to swallow, and smiles. "Heading out?"

"Yeah," Dani says, pressing a quick, casual kiss to Ainsley's cheek. Ainsley wants her to linger, but instead she rushes out. Ainsley has to get up and lock the door behind her, and she stands there, staring blankly at the front door of her own apartment for a bit.

Her phone buzzes in her pocket again, and she unlocks it. Something about a private investigator, because of course it's about a fucking private investigator. She just knows Malcolm's gonna lord this over her, talk about how this is proof he didn't overstep when he was trying to protect her. Biting back an annoyed reply--she has to give him the benefit of the doubt, save the rudeness for when he fucks up--she texts back something about meeting tomorrow.

Today she's trying to do something for Dani.

One: her apartment's always neat, but she remembers being told that neatness was onto holiness at her etiquette schools, and the lesson's hard to shake, so she cleans. She's not down on hands and knees scrubbing the floors or anything, but the place looks a little nicer, and she's proud of it.

Two: something Dani will care about a little more. She goes the extra mile--lights candles, gets flowers, is polite (if direct) with the restaurant worker on the phone who'll get something delivered to her door. The candles are warm, smoky scents that are a far cry from the crisp, clear ones Ainsley favors, but Dani had murmured stories about a campfire into her shoulder once, tracing her freckles, and Ainsley hopes she'll like that she remembered. The flowers aren't roses. Dani had a story about some ex who got her roses that Ainsley winced in sympathy at even as her sides hurt from laughing so hard. So she got orchids, as expensive as they are hard to keep happy. (It's a little on the nose, but Ainsley is her parents' daughter, and drama is the easier vice to indulge.)

The food is the part Dani will like the most, Ainsley's guessing. The thoughtful, almost-metaphorical gestures are Ainsley's thing, always unsure with how to give affection without giving too much away. Food, though, is an almost universal love language--Dani making pancakes in her kitchen, Ainsley buying her wines that cost more than Dani's rent. Plus, Dani likes Thai, and Ainsley hasn't had good tom yum in too long.

She gets this all ready by 10am, and finds herself bored by 10:03.

Ainsley would normally go bother Malcolm about a case, but Dani hasn't texted her anything interesting, so it's not worth the effort of dealing with his panic over this investigator guy. She does care about him, and she does worry, but just--God, he'd lied to her for ages. It's hardly like she's incompetent. She'd handled things just fine, hadn't she?

There's a bitter twist in her stomach, and she pauses, considers it for a second before choosing not to look at it too closely.

She goes to lunch with her mother, who talks around Ainsley and Dani as best she can while still prying for information. Ainsley ignores the more back-handed comment about her always wanting her brother's things and says, "We're having dinner tonight, actually."

"Oh, where are you going?" her mother says. "I can get you a reservation if you don't have one. There's that new French place on--"

"We're staying in," Ainsley interrupts, something she'd have gotten a ruler on the knuckles for if she'd tried it back in etiquette school. "Sorry."

"Oh," her mother says. "Well. We are quite different, aren't we?"

Ainsley shifts in her seat, immediately, uncomfortably aware that there's something hidden behind her words that she can't quite make out. "Not that different. You--" She cuts herself off, which is also rude, but she's pretty sure her mother would have slapped her if she'd finished saying you made compromises in your relationship, too. "You, uh, would have a home dinner if Gil asked."

Her mother finishes her drink without looking at Ainsley, cheeks a little pink. "Ainsley..."

"I'm just saying," Ainsley says, turning back to her food with a grin.

Working from home--the one thing the pandemic brought that Ainsley's happy to hold onto--is great, but she can't deny the little rush of productivity she gets from being in the office again, even if she's just waiting in a hard plastic chair to talk with a man she hates. He's got to listen to her about this private investigator thing, though; he always listens to her when it comes to crime stories.

She used to get pissed about it, she's more than her father's daughter, but...well. Hoxley's here to investigate a murder she did, so.

Not that she plans to include that in her pitch.

When he finally waves her in, thirty minutes after their meeting was supposed to start, she can feel her smile is a little brittle around the edges. He looks up at her through his glasses, which badly need to be cleaned, and says, "What've you got, Whitly?"

"There's a private investigator here in town," she says quickly. "According to my sources, he's here to figure out who killed Nicholas Endicott."

"Your sources," Carr says, looking at something on his laptop. Ainsley's fingers twitch. "Your brother or your girlfriend?"

"...my brother," she says, knowing better than to tell Carr that her sources are private, even if that's what every ethics in journalism conference tells them. Carr thinks he's above it all.

She wonders who he'd assign her story to, if it ever came out. Leslie doesn't do the crime beat. No one does the crime beat except for her. He'd probably take it himself, try and get a Pulitzer, squander the research completely, and make her look innocent. Hm. It would help in court.

It's not healthy that she's thinking this, she knows, but at least she can talk to her dad about it later.

"Endicott died ages ago, why now?"

"His head surfaced in a lake somewhere," Ainsley says.

"Find out where. You're good, take the camera crew."

Ainsley smiles at him. "Thank you, sir."

He waves her out rather than even do her the courtesy of addressing her.

Dick.

Reporting is invigorating, as it always is, and she gets to wave at her brother before the cameras turn on. He looks panicked when he spots her, but whatever, she's literally here to do her job. She goes into autopilot, reporting the facts as she knows them--Simon Hoxley is here, he's researching Endicott, and there's caution tape preventing her crew from getting closer to this boat. When the camera operator turns as if to film the boat, she quickly gestures them back, hands low enough that it shouldn't be broadcasted. Can't he spot the body there? They'll get sued.

Also, she wants to be on camera. It's not like she got her degree in journalism because she dislikes attention.

They're able to chat with Hoxley for just a second, and he looks at her with a polite disinterest that is simultaneously heartening and discouraging. Pros: he doesn't suspect her. Cons: she's not even worth suspecting, the fuck? He's already glaring at Malcolm. Malcolm's everyone's focus.

At least, everyone but Dani, and she shouldn't feel so much vindictive little pride in that. Dani smiles at her when she passes by, rushing after the chaos that is her squad on a case. Ainsley grabs her hand and squeezes it quickly while the cameraman's busy catching Gil passing by. Dani beams at her, and Ainsley's heart thuds a little heavy in her chest.

She drops her hand, switches back to reporter mode, and concludes her broadcast with something about Hoxley getting to the bottom of this, and be sure to tune in for updates on the case.

The day drags by after that, giving bland check-ins to the camera while getting bizarre text updates about it all from Malcolm. Dani doesn't text at work unless it's important, and Ainsley finds herself hoping nothing comes up so that their dinner isn't postponed. She just wants to spend some time with her--whatever Dani is.

They should probably work that out.

Carr just grumbles when she checks in with him at the end of the day to see if there's anything else she needs to do, so she takes it as she's free and heads home. The taxi driver makes small talk with her about her broadcasts, and while he doesn't seem to understand that she is not involved in actually solving the murders, it's the most someone other than Dani or her brother has talked with her about the day-to-day of what she does in months. She tips like $600, because who the hell cares, it's her mom's money anyway.

Then she rushes around the apartment getting the few things ready that she couldn't do in the morning--actually lighting the candles, setting the table, restraining herself from setting more than one of each utensil on the table, getting the food where it's left outside her apartment when her phone dings to let her know, remembering to tip the driver right away, and getting the food on the table.

God, she hopes Dani gets here soon. The food smells good and her lunch with her mother wasn't exactly filling. One thing Dani's taught her is how ridiculous rich people portions are. (Dani's words, not hers.)

It's not ten minutes later when Ainsley hears Dani's hand on the handle, and realizes shit, she forgot to light the candles. She scrambles to get at least the one on the table. She turns to grab the lighter and hears Dani say, "Uh."

She whirls around. "Hi."

"Hi," Dani says with a soft smile. "What's all this?"

"You treated me to breakfast, so," Ainsley says.

"You didn't have to do this," Dani says, looking at the Thai on the table, smile not dropping or dimming in the slightest.

"I know," Ainsley says. "I wanted to."

"You're sweet," Dani says, and walks over to pull her into a kiss. "Do you really only have these long lighters?"

"I don't smoke and I don't like the small ones, I'm always worried I'm gonna burn myself," Ainsley says, and Dani laughs and lights the candle on the table for her.

The dinner's perfect, and Ainsley gets to vent about Carr not caring about her reporting beyond profits at all and Dani gets to talk about how ridiculous Hoxley and her brother were acting all day and Ainsley gets to bite down a joke about thumbs that she couldn't explain. Dani sneaks some of Ainsley's food off her plate, Ainsley smacks her hand away, and Dani shakes her hand as if it hurts while failing to suppress a smile.

Normally, this is the part of the night where Ainsley would pull Dani into bed, or into the shower while Dani gripes about the jeans being new. But the night feels warm and soft and Ainsley just wants to hold her.

"You've got me completely messed up," Ainsley says, and when Dani looks up at her, a bit of sauce on her lips, she can see she doesn't understand what she means. "I mean, like." She huffs. "I never felt like this in any of my, uh."

"Relationships?" Dani suggests.

"Are we? In one, I mean," Ainsley says, tapping her foot against the floor, an anxious tic she's had as long as she can remember.

"I'd like to be," Dani says slowly, and Ainsley knows what that cautious expression means. She's pretty sure she has it, too. "Do you?"

"Yeah," Ainsley says, and Dani relaxes. "Also, you've got some sauce on your lips." She wipes it off absent-mindedly, and Dani leans across the table to kiss her. The angle's awkward, but Ainsley's smiling into the kiss too much to mind.

The rest of the night is just idle, easy conversation. Ainsley feels light, giddy. Dani's arm around her shoulders, Ainsley's hand in Dani's, the dim mood of the candlelight. It's all perfect.

Still, at the end of the night Ainsley can't quite sleep, even as Dani snoozes peacefully next to her. She's not sure why. Everything's perfect. Dani's here, Dani's officially her girlfriend, she's getting to do her report on Hoxley, her and Malcolm got away with it. Every piece of her life is fitting together just fine.

"Babe?" Dani says, and Ainsley turns. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Ainsley says grumpily. "I just can't sleep. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine," Dani says, already half-asleep again. "Sleep soon."

"I'll try," Ainsley whispers, staring at Dani. The easy acceptance, the give-and-take--it's new, but Ainsley loves it. She feels like she could tell her anything.

Oh. Dammit.

Seriously? she thinks to/at herself. You're upset we can't confess our murder? Fucking ridiculous. That's a normal thing to not tell someone. I mean, Dad--

Ainsley abruptly sits up, goes to take a shower. That's not--she can't think like that. There's unhealthy and there's self-sabotage, and that barrels over the line at lightspeed. Jesus.

Still, she turns back to look at Dani as she closes the bathroom door--slow, so as not to wake her again--and she can't help but think on it for far too long, staring at the tiles of her shower with a bitterness she wishes she could bite back.

She should text Malcolm. But he and Dani--that's still too fresh a wound. It's not like she can talk to her mom about it. And Dad...

The only reason she can think of not to is Dani would be disappointed. But that's enough.

Probably.

#my fics #renluthor #request #dansley #dani powell #ainsley whitly #prodigal son #daisy #fic: fresh as a daisy

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telli1206 · 4 years

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malvie for the ship ask 😇

Sorry this took a few days - it takes a long time to fill these out! This is for @fuck-you-i-am-spiderman too 😊

Who would be the big spoon/little spoon?

Mal would be the little spoon, but she usually doesn’t consent to spooning. Evie is subtle, snaking arms around her while they study together or watch a movie. By the time Mal realizes they’re spooning, she’s too entranced by Evie’s perfume and the soft touch of her fingers to even try to fight it.

Who would wake up first?

Evie. She always needs plenty of time for her makeup and hair routine. When her hair is perfectly brushed and soft, she’ll take a break to wake up Mal, dragging her soft strands along her girlfriend’s cheek until Mal’s bristling her nose, then finishes with soft kisses to make sure she’s fully awake.

Do they have nicknames for each other?

Mal will forever call Evie her Princess, but she also likes to tease that she’s the Apple of her Eye, and in the privacy of their room she’s her Candy Apple (because she tastes so sweet).

Evie calls Mal Baby Dragon or just Baby, but she’s also her Firestarter 😉

How do they apologize after an argument?

The only way to get time to apologize to Evie is to be her model when she’s working on clothes, so Mal always sucks it up and plays mannequin for the day, giving them time to talk and sort things out. And it’s the best time to kiss and makeup when Mal’s already down to her bra and underwear and she only has to coax Evie into joining her...

Evie knows that Mal’s a sucker for her pouts, so she usually fakes a pretty pout with her fully painted red lips, knowing that even a mad Mal can’t resist kissing it away, which ultimately open her up to Evie’s apology.

What would they be like as parents?

Evie would joke that she’s raising Mal along with her kids, because while Evie keeps a clean house and is strict about eating healthy and getting proper sleep, Mal is making pillow forts, eating popcorn in bed, and plotting Halloween trick or treating routes that have the best candy. Every once in a while Evie has to scold Mal and the kids, but for the most part she loves what a fun mom Mal is, and loves to join in on the activities.

Who is more romantic?

Mal. She knows how much Evie adores public displays of affection, so she goes out of her way to do sweet things, like having flowers sent to her in class, leaving surprise gifts in her locker, or leaving sweet notes on their door for the days she’s away at Tourney practice. Evie’s glowing smile and sweet kisses are plenty of reward for all her effort.

What sort of gifts do they get for each other?

Even though Evie is not a sports fan, she knows that Mal enjoys going to games, so she loves to gift Mal with tickets to games and professional Tourney team gear. Evie will get dressed up in team colors and go to the games with Mal, who loves to sit and explain everything that’s going on with Evie so they can boo and cheer together.

And Mal forces herself out of her comfort zone to gift Evie with beautiful jewelry and accessories to complement the clothing she designs, almost always dragging Dizzy along with her to make sure she picks the perfect pieces each time.

Who gets jealous easiest?

Mal. Evie’s way too gorgeous and sweet, and she can’t help but think that everyone that talks to her wants to be with her. Mal tends to have her hands on her whenever they’re out in public together, always feeling the need to stake her claim on her pretty girlfriend.

Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas?

Evie. She’s always planning handmade gifts, so she’ll think of ideas weeks in advance in order to have the gifts ready in time. She always puts Mal in charge of decorating for each holiday and birthday, but they love to go shopping together to pick out the decorations. Once they’re home, Evie usually gets to sewing while she supervises Mal’s decorating.

Who is the most adventurous?

Mal. Evie usually keeps quiet about Mal’s shenanigans, but her adventurous streak does worry her. She’s hurt herself pretty badly attempting some wild passes by jumping over shoulders at Tourney games. But Evie’s biggest problem is when Mal and Jay concoct ideas together, like when they tried to build their own half mile slip and slide, using soap to go extra fast and aiming it into the school’s lap pool.

Who is the most protective?

Evie. She knows that Mal spent years trying to prove she could be bad to her mother, and some students find it hard to forget that she’s Maleficent’s daughter, despite her decision to be good. Evie is a master at steering conversations politely, and is always right on top of changing topics when someone tries to approach that sensitive subject.

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?

Sickeningly sweet to each other, but also an evil power house on the isle. Mal would rule the school and spend her days wreaking havoc with Evie by her side, holding her hand and smiling her approval. Evie also intimidates, but in a more subtle way by quietly threatening with her acids and poisons in hand. After school they’d make out in Evie’s garden, with Mal occasionally sneaking up to Evie’s room to spend the night with her, for cuddling and other activities 🙃

Who uses all the hot water?

Mal. She loves soaking in a hot bath, but she’s always just a waster of water in general. Evie usually gives her a frustrated glares when she has to walk behind Mal to shut off the faucet, shower, or bathtub.

Who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire whilst cooking?

Evie. She doesn’t love cooking, so she’d rather focus her time on her clothing lines. Mal is a decent cook, but she doesn’t love to do it, so they tend to go out to eat pretty often. They’ll occassionally take food back to the dorms to eat, but Evie does like to get out and stretch her legs after long days of filling clothing orders.

Who initiates sexy times the most?

Mal. Evie’s always up for it, but she loves to hear Mal dance around the idea to her. She plays coy and innocent, pretending she doesn’t know what Mal is suggesting, up until she basically pounces on Evie.

Who is more dominant?

Mal thinks she is, and Evie likes to have her believe that, but truthfully, Mal is heart-eyed for Evie and will do anything she wants. But Evie likes to try to subtley convince Mal that Evie’s ideas are hers anyway to keep her thinking that she’s in charge.

What would they do if the other one was hurt?

Lose their MINDS. They hate seeing the other hurt, and both end up right at each other’s sides, grabbing faces and kissing before they check over injuries and escort each other to the nurse. And they’re both great nurses to each other during recoveries, spoon feeding, cuddling, and giving sponge baths until the other feels completely better.

Who gives nose/forehead kisses?

Evie. Mal is too cute when she gets them, scrunching her nose and shaking her hair in Evie’s face after the kiss. And she loves getting them so much from Evie that she’ll come up to her throughout the school day and try to impress her with things she did, like not punching Chad when he got in her face and called her a pussy during practice, so she can earn another nose kiss.

What their biggest fight was/will be about:

I can’t picture them fighting at all, to be honest. There’s way too much love, understanding and support in this relationship. They are for sure relationship goals.

BONUS #1: Song to sum them up?

“1, 2, 3, 4″ by the Plain White T’s

BONUS #2: A head canon?

Evie is head cheerleader and Mal plays on the Tourney team. During almost every game, Evie has the squad do a routine to the beat of “We Didn’t Start the Fire” by Billy Joel, and Mal knows it’s just for her (Firestarter 😉). The support from her girlfirend always pumps her up, and makes her blush just a little...

BOTTOM LINE: Do I ship it?

10000x Yessss. These girls are the ultimate power couple.

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detroitbydark · 4 years

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Crossed Connections: Interlude VI

Pairing: Tech x Togruta!Reader, Wrecker/OC

Characters: Wrecker, Ik'aad, Kellye

Warnings: None

Summary: Someone's in for a bigger surprise than expected

Previous Parts and Extended Universe can be found here

“Got a surprise for you Wrecker.” Y/N says. The little medic bounces on the toes of her boots, hands clasped together and grin from ear to ear. “But you gotta come back to my room to get it.”

Wrecker’s brows skim his nonexistent hairline. If he didn’t know any better he’d say the little Torgruta was flirting with him. While it was flattering she wasn’t really-

“Oh, Maker!” She snorts out a laugh, shaking her head from side to side with such force that her Lekku bounce merrily, “Really? Not that!”

She laughs as he hoists another crate onto the high shelf in the supply room. She's wrangled him into helping her store the latest shipment from Coruscant. Really though it hadn't taken much, he liked spending time with her.

He shoots her a shit eating grin, “Oh, come on! We’d be good together. I’m quite the catch…”

Y/N gives an exaggerated roll of her eyes, hands falling to her hips, “so I’ve heard”. Wrecker had a reputation that preceded him. She’d heard… things whispered between women who worked in store keeping and logistics. She’d seen the way he drew more than a few female gazes as he walked through the mess. He wasn’t her cup of tea but he certainly had his own fan base. She could- appreciate what she saw.

Wrecker gives her a wink of his good eye as he turns and hoists the last of the supplies. The crate would have been a struggle for her to lift, let alone stow on the high shelf but the clone moved it as if it were nothing. He hadn't broken a sweat once since he's arrived.

“Is that everything? I can do more.”

That’s what she loved about him. Yes, he was exuberant- sometimes to his own detriment, but with that came the urge to be helpful. The little downtime he seemed to have he spent split between his vode and the medbay.

Because of the extra muscle he offered, she’d been able to reconcile and store away the newest shipment of supplies as well ration off some extra time studying for her FAS later.

She was nervous for the first aid specialist test. You could only take it once a year and she needed to pass it. If she passed it would look good on her application for school late. More importantly, right now, it would allow her access to the small medical encampments at the rear of the front (and away from managing the supply room and boo-boo duty).

Wrecker had even tried his best to be helpful with her studying, reading over the studyguide Tech had given her and quizzing her at random while they'd worked. He may not have always pronounced things correctly but she was able to get the just of it. It was good practice.

She was anxious to pass. She was growing bored stuck on base while the more experienced (already certified) medics got to spend time in the field. Sure she wouldn't be right at the front like the clone medics but any little bit of action had to be better than what she was doing now.

Just the thought of what was riding on the test had her distracted. Luckily, Wrecker didn’t seem to mind repeating himself.

“-Is that everything?”

Y/N gives a short, flustered laugh waving him off, “sorry, I’m in another world today.”

Wrecker shrugs it off, “It happens. Do I get my surprise now?”

Y/N flashes a toothy grin as she flips the lights off and the pair head toward the door. “Do you ever!”

——

Wrecker likes spending time with Ik’aad.

She didn’t shy away from him or the others because they were different. She treated his squad mates like she would any other clone. She didn’t care that Crosshair was a dick, that Hunter had no sense of humor, or that Tech could barely look her in the eye. She spent nearly as much time with Echo as she did with all of them combined and he'd walker in on the two sitting quietly, drinking caf more than once. She never pushed, simply say quietly until their newest addition felt like talking.

She just went with it.

She was warm, welcoming, always with a friendly word when able but also ready to switch into work mode when the situation called for it.

And damn if she didn’t get things done when she was in work mode. That’s what impressed him the most the first time they’d met.

He knew he wasn’t the easiest to deal with when it came to medical. He didn’t like needles and he didn’t like being prodded at. None of the Bad Batch really did. That didn’t phase Ik’aad though.

She’d looked him over for a minute, like she was looking for the chink in his armor and after she found it she worked it til she got what she needed. In his case, it was plying him with lollies til she was done doing his post mission physical. At the time he hadn’t even realized what she was doing.

It was impressive.

And delicious.

The walk from medbay to her room was a short one and she chatters to him as she goes. He smiles and nods, interjects a funny story about one of the guys that makes her laugh. She’s got a nice laugh. In another world he might try to pursue her but he saw the looks she gave Tech when his vod’ika wasn’t looking.

Even if he wanted to, he didn’t think he had it in him to break up whatever it was the two had started. Which reminded him. He needed to give Tech the talk. Again.

As far as Wrecker knew, he still hadn’t come clean with the medic and if he kept it up something bad was going to come of it. She deserved better then that.

“-and then I said “you know, statistically 9 out of 10 injections are in vein...’”

She pauses glancing at him with an anxious smile, “you get it? In vein. It’s a medical joke” she explains. He does get it after a minute and laughs. She had all sorts of jokes like that once she warmed up to you.

“You should tell that one to Tech” he can’t help but try to push the two together. She was cute and Tech already had an in if he just came clean with her. They could be good together. It seemed straightforward enough. Why guys like Tech and Cross liked to complicate things just never made sense with him.

Straightforward was the way to be.

She shrugs, “I’m sure Tech has more important things to do than listen to my stupids jokes.”

“And I don’t?” He asks coming to a stop in front of her door. She flashes an impish grin as she punches in her code. “Besides Tech loves jokes!”

He’s not entirely sure that’s true but he says it anyway.

The Togruta wastes no time in moving into the tiny room she shared with her new roommate and opening closet. He laughs as she pushes up onto the balls of her feet to grab a box. She holds it close to her chest as she beams proudly.

“I got some new contraband ” her voice sing-songs.

Ik'aad had a sweet tooth that rivaled his own he wondered sometimes if she ran on the stuff like others did caf. She was an absolute addict but who was he to judge? She shared and she had the best stuff. He didn’t know how she managed to get her hands on the sheer amount and variety but he didn’t care to look a gift fathier in the mouth.

The sound of the ‘fresher door opening has his little vod'ikas smile faltering, her bright eyes shifting behind him.

“Kel-“

“Wrecker?”

That voice...

He barely has time to turn before he’s collecting an armful of woman. His hands fall to her hips steadying her as her arms go around his neck. The hug gives her away and Wrecker goes from confused to delighted in a split second.

“I didn’t know you were here! When did you get here?! How long have you been here?!” The questions spill from him as she finally loosens her grip around his neck and steps back.

Kellye. His Kellye- well not his but...

It’s then he realizes the state she’s in, her hair is damp and a towel lays on the floor behind her where she must have dropped it in her excitement. A tiny drops of water drips from the loose tendrils. He really does try to keep his eyes up but the glimpse of her bare shoulder drags them down. She in a sports bra and the deep grey utility trousers the civvie mechanics favored. There’s miles of soft skin between the two and he can’t help the way his eyes go wide trying to take it all in.

“Eyes up here big guy.”

They snap up and he catches the easy smile that graces her rounded face, dark eyes sparkle with laughter.

“You guys know each other?”

Wrecker had forgotten Ik’aad was in the room.

“Kellye-“

“Wrecker-“

They both try to speak at once and break off with a laugh together.

“I took care of the Marauder back on Felucia” Kellye explains. “We got to know each other really well, didn’t we big guy?”

Wrecker wiggles a brow, “not good enough.”

She shoots him a wink that has him grinning from ear to ear. Kriff, he’s missed her. Kellye was, without a doubt, the best mechanic the Havoc Marauder ever had but she was so much more. She was a warm face to greet them post mission. She was a drinking buddy in the hangar when he needed to blow off some steam. She was… She was probably just about his favorite person outside his vode.

“Stars! This is so crazy! Who would have known? Small galaxy, right?” Ik'aad's usual perk on full display.

Kellye laughs “Small army is more like it.”

Wrecker watches her turn and scoop up her towel off the ground. She uses it to squeeze at her damp hair. He can’t help but watch her as she grabs a shirt laying across her bunk and pulls it over her head. She’d gotten a new bit of ornamentation since Felucia, the little metallic ring peeking out of her septum flashes in the light. It looked good on her. The tank top she’d pulled on looked good on her too. Frag it everything did and there wasn’t one person on this base that could tell him otherwise.

“You know” Ik’aad says pulling his attention back. Her box of candy sits on her hip as she cocks her head to the side “she wasn’t the surprise.”

Wrecker catches her knowing look as it darts from him to her roommate.

“No?” he says closing the distancing and grabbing a star cherry chew sticking from the corner of the box. “She was the better one.” He clarifies taking a bite while the two women laugh

Taglist: @skdubbs @pastelbunny1501 @my-own-oracle @underworldqueen13 @obiorbenkenobi @adritozier @dafodddil @daniellajocelyn

#Wrecker/oc #wrecker x OC #the bad batch #crossed connections #tcw

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panda-noosh · 4 years

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Hey Aticus! Congrats on hitting 3k, you absolutely deserve it!!! No pressure and no need to write for this if you don’t want to, but could I suggest something for House of Voltron or a demigod au? You’re a wonderful writer and you make the world a better place. Thank you for sharing your writing! :)

“I cannot believe you chose to do this today, of all fucking days!”

Lance and Keith don't even have the decency to look guilty. Both of them just stand there, hands tucked into pockets as Shiro slightly raises his voice at them. Behind him, you, Hunk and Pidge are stood, each with a different smoothie, watching the scene unfold.

Also, the carpet has paint in it.

That's what Shiro's mad about. Although you weren't awake to gather all the details, from what you have heard, Lance and Keith thought it would be nice to repaint the living room walls. In the end, what was once a friendly little task turned into a competition that ended up with Lance falling from his ladder into the vat of paint, splattering the egg-shell blue everywhere.

This wouldn't be a problem if not for the fact that the house inspector is due to come around at any minute.

Shiro groans, trailing his hand through his hair. “We have to get this out of the carpet before he shows up. He's gonna take one look at the mess and make us homeless.”

“Jerry is a nice guy!” Lance exclaims desperately. “We'll explain the situation-”

“What situation?” you snicker around your straw. “That you and Keith got in an argument that ruined your spontaneous decision to paint the perfectly fine living room walls?”

Keith lobs a pillow at you. “Not helping.”

“Yeah, well, Y/N is right,” says Shiro. Pidge nudges you, a silent good job for getting the Big Guy's approval. You nod, smiling proudly. “Jerry might be a nice guy, but he's also dedicated to his job.”

“So we'll clean it up,” says Lance. “It should be easy enough, right? It's just paint!”

Hunk snickers. “Just paint.”

“Everyone gather your cleaning supplies!” Lance exclaims. “We've got a long morning ahead of us!”

And so the long morning ensues. You're half delirious, sticking your hand in the mop bucket without the cloth, spilling water on the hard wood floor because you're not even fully awake yet and already Lance and Keith have you doing chores that, of course, shouldn't even be your responsibility. It's not your fault he and Keith can't have a moment of civility between them. It's not your fault Lance is a clumsy bastard. It's not your fault-

Lance lobs a wet cloth into your face. You fall back into the TV stand, spluttering as the ornaments fall from the shelf, smashing on the hard wood floor surrounding the rug.

Shiro whirls around. His face is bright red. It won't be long until the poor guy is doing more than just slightly raising his voice. “Lance!”

“Y/N was zoning out!” Lance yells, pointing an accusing finger at you.

You growl, slapping his hand away. “You dumb bitch, you could have got soap in my eye!”

“Oh, boo hoo. How about you save your complaining for when we're kicked onto the streets by Jerry?”

“And who's fault will that be?”

“Enough!” Shiro exclaims, throwing a – thankfully dry – towel at you. “Get back to cleaning!”

You growl but do as you're told. Even though you're annoyed at having been dragged into such a sucky situation, you will admit that this is also your house – you do pay a fair bit of the rent. You do have a bed here. You would be homeless without this place, and so it is automatically your duty to help in making sure the house stays in your possession.

Nonetheless, it doesn't make the job any easier. Lance and Keith continue to argue, and Hunk disappears halfway through, only to reappear through the front door, Kosmo on a leash, his face bright red when he holds up a grocery bag and says, “They had jalapeños on sale.”

“None of us even eat jalapeños,” Pidge replies, wiping sweat from her brow.

Hunk shrugs and walks into the kitchen. Nobody questions it.

As for Shiro, he's just being Shiro – quiet, getting on with the job even though everyone around him is causing very unnecessary havoc. His jaw is clenched the entire time, veins popping from his forearms as he scrubs at the carpet, trying desperately to get the blue paint out.

It's still pretty stained when the doorbell rings.

Desperate glances are passed between everyone. Even Hunk and Kosmo pop their heads out of the kitchen, Hunk with a two litre jug of milk in his hand, having clearly just tried a jalapeno.

Shiro shakes his head sadly, placing his cloth back in the mop bucket before he heads towards the door. You and the others look at each other once, and maybe it's because you've lived together for so long, or maybe you're just desperate, but at the exact same time, all five of you leap into the carpet and lay in a line, spreading your limbs out as far as they will go. Pidge goes the extra mile and pretends to be asleep, snoring and everything.

Shiro flicks open the door. Kosmo starts barking, but calms down when he sees Jerry standing there, clipboard in hand, shirt buttoned up to the throat. You place your hands behind your head and yell, “Hey, Jerry! I didn't know you were coming today!”

Jerry steps inside, raising a brow at the unusual scene before him. Pidge pretends to twitch in her sleep, giving Keith's leg a harsh kick that makes him hiss and kick her back; she doesn't stir.

“Uh, yeah,” says Jerry. “I left a note on your door a few days ago.”

“Shiro must have got it,” you reply.

“Yeah...” He pushes his glasses further along the bridge of his nose. “What's going on here then?”

“We're just resting,” says Hunk.

“Vibing,” Lance corrects. “We're vibing. It's like resting, but a bit extra.”

Keith clicks his fingers and points at Lance. “What he said.”

Jerry nods slowly before turning to Shiro. “Shall we move on to the kitchen?”

Shiro leads the man into the kitchen. As soon as the door closes, Keith kicks Pidge in the shin again, making her bolt upright with a hiss of pain.

“What was that for?” she exclaims.

“You kept kicking me for no reason! He knows you weren't asleep!”

“Well, now he fucking does!” She rubs her leg, glaring. “Do you think we got away with it?”

“If we're not homeless by the time he leaves, I'd call it a success,” Lance replies.

“Shiro is still gonna want the paint out of the rug,” you point out. “It looks brutal. I don't know what you two were thinking going for egg shell blue.”

Hunk giggles. “It's a living room, not a nursery.”

Lance jabs a finger in Keith's direction. “It was his choice, not mine.”

Keith scowls. “I thought it looked nice.”

You pat his knee. “This is why you're only chore is to bring your washing down.”

And so, all five of you wait for Shiro to lead Jerry around the house. As soon as you hear them pattering back downstairs, you fall on your backs, retaining the position you had when he originally walked in. He glances at you all only once, clearly deciding then and there that he wants nothing to do with whatever is going on. He shakes Shiro's hand, hands him a single slip of paper before turning and walking out.

All of you hold your breath as Shiro reads the note. And then Shiro bursts into excited cheers, waving his hand in the air.

“We're safe! We're safe! We're not homeless!”

All of you start cheering then. Pidge jumps up onto the sofa, Hunk wraps you in a bone crushing hug, Lance and Keith divert to the corner to discuss what they're going to do about the rub. Even Kosmo starts barking. It really is a sight to behold.

Shiro sighs happily, scrunching the paper up and throwing it over his shoulder. “That was the stupidest plan you lot could have come up with.”

“But it worked!” Hunk exclaims, jumping onto Shiro's shoulders. “See, old man, all you have to do is trust us.”

“But not too much,” says Pidge. “When you trust us too much, that's when we'll actually be thrown out of here.”

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Starstruck. Chapter 1.

Summary: Bucky Barnes works at a hospital in NYC as an E.R. doctor. Him and his a group of his friends all plan a trip to Texas to attend ACL music festival. It’s not really Bucky’s scene, but one particular artist that is performing there is his celebrity crush, Y/N Blaire. Y/N is a country pop singer who is on the up and coming rise in the music industry. What’s to come of the two? Well, that’s for them to explore and you to find out...

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Blaire (Reader)

Word count: 4300+

A/N: This idea was one of those ones that once it came, there was no getting it out of my head. SO here we are actually putting it in writing. Hopefully I can give it the justice it deserves! Also, fair note to make, I recently went to ACL this year and this is where the idea kinda blossomed. I watched an amazing selection of all kinds of artist I already knew and some that I grew to love. I say this because Kacey Musgrave was one of those individuals and I haven’t stopped listening to her albums since I went, and I love her type of music as well as voice. So, each chapter will have a song that goes with it from her. In other words, the reader is based off of Kacey. Her type of music and voice are going to be what the reader characterizes as. Enjoy and let me know what you think!!!

NEW SERIES FOR A NEW YEAR!! HAPYY NEW YEAR!!!

Songs:

Enough- Alex Roe

Dime Store Cowgirl- Kacey Musgraves

Chapter 1:

“Come on! We have to hurry if we’re going to make it to the Honda stage!” Bucky grunted, maneuvering his way through 75,000 people that were also trying to get around the crowd.

He had taken the lead of the group with Clint, Wanda, Nat, and Steve following single filed.

“Bucky, slow down! The girls can’t push past as fast,” Steve shouted on the tail end of the line.

“I can hold my own, Steve.” Nat sassed sending him a playful glare.

He just chuckled, placing a hand on her back as he moved to the side for yet another person as they continued to sneak through everyone else.

Once they got to the middle of the park, where it was a lot more spacious, they all scoped out the stage they were looking for, seeing it was already filling up. The concert goers already standing to the back of the field. Clearly there were about 2-3 thousand people waiting for the next performer to go on.

“Damn it. We’re too late. We can’t get close to the stage,” Bucky mumbled upset that the one singer he wanted to see was going to have to be from a good distance.

“Who even is this girl and why is Barnes having a full on fangirl moment?” Clint chuckled getting an elbow to the ribs from Nat.

“She’s a really good artist,” Bucky rolled his eyes as they moved as close to the stage as possible.

“She’s an up and coming country pop singer,” Wanda spoke up.

“Country? Since when is Bucky into anything country? I thought he was into the old classics,” Clint scoffed.

“She’s the one exception. When he figured out she existed, that’s all that played in our apartment for 4 months,” Steve laughed. “I’m sure it didn’t stop though after he moved out.”

“Hey. You loved it and you know it,” Bucky pointed a finger at his best friend.

“She’s good. I’ll give you that.” Steve held out his hands up in surrender. “Clint, I’m sure you’ll like her.”

“Hey, I’m all for a little country music,” Clint replied.

“It’s a subtle country twinge to it though. Nothing overbearing,” Wanda added.

“Wanda, you a fan too?” Nat asked.

“Maybe not as much as Barnes here, but yes. I’ve listened to her for a while,” Wanda nodded.

“How much longer until she’s on?” Nat asked, turning to the stage.

“About 23 minutes,” Bucky said looking over everyone's heads as they got as close as they could without being squashed.

“It’s a good thing Sam couldn’t come. He would definitely be making some comments and jokes about your little obsession,” Clint chuckled under his breath.

“Shut up!” Bucky groaned. “She’s just really good and a good person.”

“Oh, so you’ve met her?” Steve nudged his arm with Bucky’s.

“No, but she isn't in any of the bad media,” Bucky answered. “Unlike her stupid boyfriend.”

“She has a boyfriend.” Wanda asked.

“Yeah, Quentin Beck. He’s an actor, but did a few albums a while back. He has a bad rap from the past. Big time party goer, manipulative, and always messed with peoples head making them think he was a good guy when he wasn’t. Complete dick from what I’ve heard.” Bucky crossed his arms looking ahead at the stage. “Apparently, he went through this whole life changing stage, and now he’s all sweet and generous. Of course, everyone thinks it’s cause Y/N had that effect on him.”

“Ok, has Barnes been internet stalking this girl forever or…” Clint said eyebrows raised.

“Shut up. I just keep up with the news and read, punk,” Bucky sent daggers Clint’s way.

“Whatever you want to call it man. I personally call it stalking.” Clint shrugged getting a shove from the dark haired man.

“Boys, cut it out.” Nat said stepping between the two. “If it wasn’t for this girl, we wouldn’t have got Bucky to come. So I say we enjoy her show, and stop teasing Barnes on his obvious crush.”

“It’s not a crush!” Bucky groaned.

“Sure cowboy. Sure thing,” Wanda patted his back with a wink getting a chuckle out of him before he wrapped an arm over her shoulder and gave her a squeeze.

“You’re the only one who gets me,” he smiled.

“Eh, what are friends for? Plus us Y/N Blaire fans got to stick together,” she winked at him.

Sure enough 23 minutes later, music began to play, and the crowd went crazy. Wanda squeezed Bucky’s waist looking up seeing him staring trying to find the singer he had come almost 2000 miles to see.

When they heard the crowd get even louder, they saw she had walked on in an outfit that screamed her, and her guitar thrown over her shoulder.

She was smiling and waving at the crowd with a giant genuine grin. Even though the group of friends were a really good distance away, the giant stadium sized screens on both sides of the stage showed her perfectly.

She was wearing a green leaf textured top that was short yet modest. Her skirt was what looked like an old renaissance painting in fabric form. She had bracelets up her arm, and necklaces hanging from her neck. Her hair thrown into a messy yet intricate braided style with a custom cowboy hat with a flat rim around it sew in with detailed embroidery.

“Her outfit is so cute.” Nat said leaning to look past Bucky and talk to Wanda.

“Her style is literally the best. It’s ranges from hippy/hipster with a twinge of country to itl. She done some fun things that you think would never work, but somehow look amazing on her!” Wanda agreed.

“Is that where you get your inspiration?” Nat laughed motioning to Wanda's witchy-hipster-vibe.

“I’d be proud to be compared to her,” she winked before turning back to the stage.

“Oh, my! Look at all you lovely people!” Y/N said into her mic that stood in a stand in front of her as she scanned the sea of individuals. “I would have never guessed to see this many people. Holy shit!” she laughed stepping back and putting her hand on her cheek as she listened to them scream.

“Ok, she’s pretty cute. I’ll give you that, Barnes,” Clint laughed getting a nod of agreement from Steve.

“Back off, Barton,” Bucky laughed back sending a teasing look.

“Sure... No crush at all...” Clint rolled his eyes playfully.

“As most of you probably know, Austin is one of my favorite places here in Texas beside my hometown,” Y/N continued and paused as the crowd screamed again making her laugh in the mic and making Bucky’s heart skip a beat at the sound. “And it’s crazy to think that a little over 5 years back, I was just a struggling artist doing small gigs in cafes and bars, and playing on the street for a little extra cash.” She let out a breath and held her hand to her heart. “It’s a dream to be asked to play here along with some AMAZING artist,” she emphasized. “Like. I honestly don’t know if this is real or if I’m going to wake up in a few minutes.” More cheers. “Anyway, you guys didn’t come here to hear me gawk at what my life is now, so let’s get a move on!” she said pumping her hand getting the loudest screams so far.

She turned to the rest of the band before counting down and starting to strum her guitar.

Everyone took in the performance with awe. Bucky especially, he sang along with Wanda on a few songs, but mainly just took in the moment listening to her and her voice.

He literally had never seen someone perform live so well and so gracefully. She was a great stage presence and got the crowd all riled up as the songs changed. She interacted with them stopping in between songs to talk to the crowd before leading to the next song. She was amazing. Absolutely stunning and Bucky’s stomach was overwhelmed with butterflies just having an experience with his friends like this.

“Ok, for this last song-” the crowd booed and let out sad shouts. “I know, I know. I don’t want it to end either, but someone else needs this stage,” she laughed taking off the guitar and grabbing her mic. “But I promise you’ll love me for this next part. I have a special guest that you may all know, that’s going to duet with me on this last song.” The crowd chanted waiting for the surprise. “Want to come out?” she turned to the side stage.

Everyone turned immediately shouting seeing who it was.

The crowd going crazy seeing Quintin Beck wave coming out with his own mic. Bucky not too enthused by him. Annoyed? Yeah for sure. But it was because this guy had a bad reputation and he didn’t quite understand someone like Y/N who was known for her kindness being with a gaslighter.

“Hey everyone!” he smiled coming out and moving straight to Y/N taking her in a long hug. He turned back to the crowd with his arm still around her waist and smiled. “How’s everyone doing tonight?” Screams. “I would be too if you get to hear this angel sing,” he winked at her getting a loud awe from the people.

“How do you feel about giving them a special duet?” she giggled leaning her head on his shoulders.

Though a simple action, something in Bucky’s body cringed.

“I’d say they shouted enough for it,” he smiled at her before she nodded to the band and they started back up.

They began singing one of Beck’s songs together. It was a slower love song called Enough. He had recorded it a while back, but when they started dating, they re-did it making it top of the charts for a while.

Her voice always seemed to be so smooth and easy going. Bucky hated to admit it, but Quintin voice mixed well into the song. Especially when she came in and harmonized. He didn’t think it was possible for it to sound more perfect, but the harmony smacked him in the face. Probably doing the same to everyone else.

When they finished they did a small bow, and the crowd began chanting for them to kiss. Making Bucky let out a groan and look away.

“Jealous, Buck?” Steve leaned in with a chuckle.

“Shut up, punk.” he said looking back up and seeing Quintin just land a subtle kiss to her cheek making the concert goers whoop and holler.

“Whatever, Jerk,” Steve laughed.

“You’ve all be amazing! I hope you all enjoy the rest of the concerts! I heard my friend Kacey Musgraves is here, so I may need to join you in watching her!” she winked at one of the camera. “I love you ya’ll! Have a great and safe night! Thank you!” she waved walking back and disappearing with Quintin already waiting on the side for her.

“Ok, let’s head to The Cure before heading back to the hotel. They’re one of the last acts tonight.” Nat said pushing the boys to the next stage in hopes of getting there a little bit sooner than others.

“So, what’d you think Clint? Still going to make fun of me for liking her?” Buck asked, smacking his friends back.

“I’ll give it to you, Barnes. She’s cute, talented, and seems like a sweet person. You’ve got good taste,” Clinton laughed.

“Told ya.”

“I think you just added to her fan club, Buck.” Steve winked.

They all laughed as they worked their way through the crowd for the last concert of the night. Only one more day to go then it was back to work for all of them.

_______

The last day of ACL had been exhausting to say the least. They were planning on leaving before the festival ended, so they had taken the first half of the day to venture downtown Austin. They had just finished lunch at a pizza place, and the girls said they wanted to do a little shopping down the strip before heading back to the concerts.

“How long does it take to look through one tiny shop?” Bucky groaned as they stood outside another boutique.

“You don’t shop with girls very often, do you?” Steve laughed.

“I’m sorry I don’t have a girlfriend. I have a pretty demanding job and haven't fully settled with it enough to get a girlfriend,” Bucky sassed.

“You’ve been an ER doctor for over 7 years. I would hope by now you have some kind of grasp on the job,” Clint snorted.

“You’re a cop, Barton. It’s not as easy as the people on TV make it look,” Bucky retorted.

“I’m Captain of a precinct. It’s a little more work than a cop.” Clint rolled his eyes. “Plus, I still make time for Laura, don’t I?”

“You were high school sweethearts.”

“You’re point?”

“Come on Buck. When’s the last time you even went out on a date?” Steve nudged him. “Peggy has friends she can set you up with.”

“We’ve tried that already, remember? The girl had the color scheme of our wedding, and the name of our imaginary kids already picked out by the second rounds of drink.” Buck huffed.

“Yeah, she was a little intense,” Steve pursed his lips as he rocked on his heels. “That may have been one of the new girls at Peggy’s office that she was just trying to introduce to new friends. She ended up being a little too clingy for all of us.”

“You think?” Bucky snorted.

“What about-”

“What about I go into this quiet and empty bookstore, and as soon as the girls are done, you can come and get me?” he didn’t wait for an answer since he was over them trying to set him up once again. “You know Nat’s single too! Why don’t you try setting her up with someone?”

He huffed as he walked into the close-to-empty small book store. Only about 3 people in there. He let out a sigh as he ran his hand over his face, and walked to the back of the store.

Just as he was rounding the corner, he hit a smaller body turning the same corner.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry!” the woman said moving to grab the books in her hand and keep them from falling.

Bucky reacted quickly and put his hands on the same book making it to where his larger hands were covering the woman’s smaller ones in support.

“No, no! That’s my fault, doll.” he awkwardly chuckled as he tried looking at her face, but she was wearing a felt floppy hat covering her features. “You ok?”

She finally looked up once the books were steady in her hands, and smiled up at him. His heart stopped instantly.

No. Way.

“Doll? Cute little pet name, Sweetheart,” she replied back with a sweet and soft southern accent.

“Y-You’re- Y-” he began stuttering and her face slightly dropped from smiling, to nervous.

“Oh, please don’t shout or something,” she whispered adjusting the books in her hand and the hat on her head. “I take it you’re a fan,” she smiled softly at him.

Holy shit, she was more beautiful up close. Even all those album covers with her hair and makeup all done, and the little photoshoots from the magazines didn’t do her justice in person.

“Uh, yeah,” he let out a chuckle. “But don’t worry. I won’t cause a scene,” he said turning back to see the store was still vacant practically. Somehow his voice not staggering now.

“I appreciate it,” she smiled looking over his shoulder. “Us ‘famous people’ still do normal human stuff too. Believe it or not,” she winked at him making his heart actually flutter.

“No, no, Ha. I believe it. But, uh this is a pretty popular part of town. Why here?” he asked moving to where he was blocking anyone from behind them to see her. She caught the gesture and her smile grew at it knowing his kind intentions. “I mean especially during ACL. More people souvenir shopping.”

“Very true,” she giggled. “But uh, I don’t get to come back to Austin very often, and this my favorite little bookstore. Thought while I was in town…” she shrugged.

“I see,” he chuckled.

“That plus, most people skip the book store and go straight for the overpriced boutiques,” she joked.

“Shame too. Who wouldn’t want a book from a new city?” he said crossing his arms.

How was he so calm around her? He had been a fan of hers for years. Shouldn’t he be a nervous, sweating, stuttering wreck. I mean sure his heart was beating about 100x more than it should of, but he was having easy conversation somehow.

“Right?” she breathed out a soft laugh. “God. Someone who gets it,” she grinned.

“I’m, uh, I’m Bucky,” he said putting a hand out and offering it to her.

“Y/N. But I’m sure you already knew that,” she chuckled again before taking his hand with her free one. “You from around here, Bucky?”

“No actually. My friends and I came down from New York,” he said regretfully taking his hand back, but it would be weird to hold onto it longer. Right?

“New York? That’s quite the trip. Tell me you flew, and didn’t drive the whole way.” she said raising an eyebrow.

“No, flying was definitely the only way my friends would have got me here. I don’t think they could handle 26 hours in the car ride here,” he laughed making her join him. God, he wanted to make her make that sound about 5687 more times.

“Not a big road trip person?” she asked.

“No, I’m a big road trip fan. I think a little too much sometimes. They probably would have been annoyed of me halfway here.”

“Same here. I can be a little too cheery in a tight car,” she said.

“Blaire!” Someone from behind yelled. “We gotta get moving. We got a busy schedule today, and we have to drop Quin off at the airport.”

She looked over Bucky’s shoulder seeing a man in jeans and a t-shirt, but fancy sunglasses and a phone to his ear.

“Ok, be right there,” she nodded. She turned back to Bucky and sent him an apologetic smile. “It was nice talking to you Bucky, but the superstar life doesn’t rest unfortunately.” she shrugged.

“No, no. Go ahead. I’m sure you have better things to do than talk to a stranger in a bookstore,” he chuckled awkwardly.

“I don’t know. This was turning out to be an interesting little conversation Bucky,” she grinned, and he about burst at her saying his name again. “You going to the last day of ACL?” she said, moving around him but still looking to him.

“Uh, yeah. My friends and I are going to head that way soon,” he nodded.

“Well, little tip. If you have a chance, go check out Kacey Musgrave’s stage if you can. I heard there’s going to be a little surprise,” she winked before turning and walking back to the desk.

Bucky watched as she checked out and talked to the man that had called on her earlier. Just as she was leaving though, she turned back looking for him and sent him a small wave. He returned it and she smiled one more time making him actually melt into his spot before disappearing.

“Dude, we called you like 5x times. What took you so long? I was about to go in there and hunt you down,” Steve said seeing Bucky in a dazed face with a stupid grin on his face. “Buck, what’s going on with you?”

_____

They went ahead and headed to the music festival for the last few concerts before flying back home. Bucky explained to them what had happened and how he had had a full conversation with the Y/N Blaire, but no one believed him but Wanda. Either that or they were just messing with him to irritate him. They just kept teasing him about how he was daydreaming and thinking up scenarios he just WANTED to happen.

“Ok, so Kacey Musgrave next?” Nat asked as they were walking around.

“Yeah, I think that’s the last one we have time for before heading out,” Steve nodded.

“Y/N said there was going to be a big surprise at her show too. I think it’s a good note to end on,” Bucky spoke up.

“Sureeee thing, Barnes. Y/N probably did say that,” Clint winked elbowing his friend.

“Barton, I swear if you keep joking around about not believing me, I’ll punch you so hard and leave you passed out on the grass for some drunk person to throw up on you,” Bucky groaned over the teasing.

“Give him a break guys. The man met the love of his life. You can’t blame him for being so awestruck he forgot to get proof of it,” Wanda patted his back reassuring him.

“Thanks Wanda,” he smiled at the one person who didn’t annoy him to no end. “Wait-”

“Let’s go guys. If we want a good spot at least,” Nat laughed waving them on.

They ended up getting a good spot pretty close to the gate. Sure it was about 40-50ft away from it, but that was good for ACL’s crowds.

Kacey came out eventually and did an amazing performance. Her stage lit up with pastels and whimsical colors.

“Okay everyone! As you know, I grew up in a small town in Texas, and I’m not the only artist performing here this week who did,” she smiled on the big screen getting the crowd to scream.

“No fucking way,” Bucky muttered to himself, but Steve heard and turned to him.

“What?” Steve said watching his friends mouth drop and Wanda’s doing the same. “Wanda, what am I missing?”

“This girl and I actually grew up just a few towns away from each other. Little did we know, that we hung out with each other through mutual friends a few times. But who would’ve thought we would be here together?” Kacey laughed. “So without further ado. I have a little guest star that’s going to sing an older song of mine. Y/N/N, you wanna come out here and say hi?” she motioned to the side stage like Y/N had with Quintin.

The crowd going nuts once more.

“Hey!” she waved in a new attire. “How are y'all doing?” Again more shouts and screams of excitement.

“Well, would you look at that? Maybe Bucky did meet her,” Steve chuckled lightly, picking up on the surprise that she had supposedly told him about.

“I told you, punk!” Bucky said pointing a finger. “Take that asshole,” he said turning to Clint who was just laughing hysterically.

“If there is one song that I can fully relate to that Miss. Kacey has created, it’s Dime Store Cowgirl. Small town southern girls, am I right?” Y/N grinned.

“Shall we then?” Kacey asked.

“Oh. We shall,” Y/N smiled giving her a side hug before they both pulled back and waved to the band signaling the song.

Everyone screaming and shouting the song with the two. Then just as fast as it happened, Y/N and Kacey were bowing and saying their final goodbyes with a few blown kisses to the crowd.

“Goodnight Austin! I love you!” Kacey screamed as they left side by side. Y/N blowing kisses as they walked.

The crew packed up and left that night. Heading back to the real world unfortunately. All Bucky could think about was how he would probably never see Y/N again. Not like he did in the bookstore at least.

Nope. That was a one time thing, and quite honestly he wondered if it was all a dream. Maybe she would come to NYC soon, and he could see her in concert again. It wouldn’t be the same, but it would be better than never seeing her in person again. Right?

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merrybrides · 4 years

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Fun Halloween Wedding Ideas

It’s the most wonderful time of the year – well, at least for the people who love the scary and supernatural! If October 31 is your favorite holiday, why not host a Halloween wedding? From serving trick-or-treat candies on your dessert table to wearing a gothic gown, there are plenty of ways to put a spooky spin on your big day.

Halloween wedding ideas.

Historic Venue

Historic houses and manors tend to have a few skeletons in their closets, making them perfect for spookier celebrations. You totally get bonus points if the venue you choose has one or two ghost stories attached to it.

Spooky Decor

Think your wedding venue need a little something extra? Turn your reception into one big Halloween party by decorating it with eerie bits and bobs like skulls, candles, crows and cobwebs.

Vintage Gothic Invitations

Want to give your guests a clue as to what they’re in for? Make everything spooky, down to your wedding stationery.

'Til Death Do Us Part Signage

Here's a stylish Halloween wedding idea! Use a ‘'Til Death Do Us Part’ plaque in your wedding portraits.

Candlelight Ceremony

Set the mood at your ceremony for your Halloween wedding theme with an altar illuminated with candles and decorated with crows, candelabra and skulls.

Coffin Ring Box

Have your ring bearer deliver your rings in a coffin-shaped ring box.

Eerie Ceremony Music

Set the tone for your wedding ceremony with some haunting music. We suggest hiring a violin soloist or harpist to welcome your guests and accompany your walk down the aisle.

Halloween-Themed Wedding Vows

Hire an officiant to customize your wedding vows and perhaps include some rituals like a handfasting ceremony or jumping the broom in keeping with your Halloween wedding theme.

Supernatural Wedding Portraits

Give your wedding photos a supernatural twist by recreating a scene from your favorite Halloween movie. We suggest taking a break from planning and watch a few films - Ghostbusters, Nightmare Before Christmas and Hocus Pocus are all great options - to get those creative juices flowing - then find a photographer with great photoshop skills.

Pumpkins Galore

Name one prop more Halloween-y than a pumpkin? Impossible! You can easily deck out the entrance to your venue, your tables and even your dance floor with these seasonal squashes. Pro tip: if you want something a touch more elegant, go with the white version or have yours painted to match your color scheme.

Cobweb Lighting

Forget about illuminating your monogram in lights, make your entranceway or dance floor a little eerier by shining a few spiderwebs on it!

Dramatic Makeup

When you think of wedding makeup, your mind probably automatically goes to nude lipstick, fluttering eyelashes and a natural complexion. While there’s nothing wrong with that, you can definitely darken things up to Halloween-ify your look.

Full Face Paint

Or, if you want to go the extra mile, you can even don face paint and turn your wedding looks into costumes.

Gothic Glam Bouquet

Choose deeper hues for your wedding flowers (faux or real), or, if you really want to embrace the Halloween wedding theme, you could even go with a full dried flower bouquet.

Black Wedding Gown

You don’t have to wear white on your wedding day! If you’re hosting your wedding on or around October 31, skip the white, cream and ivory and go with a black gown, instead. It’ll definitely have your guests oohing and ahhing as you walk down the aisle.

Themed Bridesmaid Ensembles

Go for a gothic glam look for your girl squad, too. Choose bridesmaid dresses and accessories in dark colors like black, red and burgundy. Layer on the accessories and apply dramatic makeup including red lipstick.

Halloween-Hued Groomsmen Outfits

Black, orange and purple are pretty much the official colors of Halloween, so why not dress your groomsmen in them?

Monstrous Socks

Calling all grooms! You can make your wedding ensemble a little more interesting (and spooky) by finishing it off with a pair of monstrous socks.

Themed Cocktails

Put the boo in booze by serving up some ghostly, ghoulish cocktails at your reception, like blood orange cosmos, bloody caesars, zombies and black widows.

Decked-out Sweetheart Table

Decorate your Bride and Groom sweetheart table with cobwebs, candles, pumpkins and other Halloween decor.

Black and White Color Scheme

Black and white wedding decorations will set a stylish scene for your celebration. Skull wedding centerpieces, black feather place cards, striped table linens and graphic stationery items are an easy way to Halloween-ify your reception venue.

Pumpkin-Infused Menu

Pumpkins are pretty much a staple for any Halloween wedding. If you want to use them for more than decor, go ahead and serve pumpkin dishes or skip the bowls for your appetizers and serve soup in ‘em, too. PUMPKIN SOUP RECIPE

Hauntingly Beautiful Cake

Give your wedding cake the Halloween treatment by choosing a darker color palette and/or a costume theme for its design. If you don’t want to mess with the exterior, you can amp things up by choosing a flavor like Death by Chocolate.

Halloween Candy

You’re never too old to indulge in Halloween candy. Instead of stocking your dessert table with luxurious desserts like macarons and eclairs, fill it with itty bitty candy bars and more. It’ll save you money and your guests will love feeling like kids again.

Bewitching Band

If you really want to go all out, ask your band to suit up in costumes for your big day. Looking for something a little more low-key? Add a couple Halloween favorites, like the “Monster Mash” and “I Put a Spell on You” to your wedding playlist.

Spooktacular Photo booth

Photo booths are always a crowd-pleaser at weddings. Adding a black backdrop and piling your prop box with costumes will make yours suit the holiday perfectly.

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jos-corner-of-the-world · 4 years

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Tough Love - 6

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Penelope was seeing less of Milo, but she realized that she didn’t mind. It gave her time to work out at home without feeling judged or hounded.

But she still missed him. She’d told herself that she wanted to work on their relationship, but it didn’t seem he had that same desire. It made her more dejected as the days went on.

More than missing him now, she missed who he used to be.

She missed how he used to surprise her at work for lunch, or take her out on dates. Little stuff, simple stuff.

None of those things happened anymore. She couldn’t even remember the last time they’d gone out and done something more than grocery shopping. Even that was limited and she mostly did it on her own.

At this point in time, Milo was essentially her roommate and not even a very good one at that.

She thought of Trinity and her husband. The way she spoke about him, Penelope didn’t need to meet him to know that he loved Trinity immensely. He sent her flowers on the Friday of her first week of work, sends her lunch when she’s busy, and sends cute texts about dates and memes to make her laugh.

Penelope wondered what she had done so wrong in her relationship for Milo to not be willing to do those things for, or with, her anymore.

Penelope was pulled from her thoughts when her phone rang.

“Hey Lane.” Penelope answered happily. She’d not heard from her friend in a few weeks.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Lane asked.

Lane was the closest thing to a friend Penelope had outside of Milo. They’d met in college and hit it off quickly, the three of them becoming inseparable. But just like Milo, Lane had become quite distant too.

“Just getting ready to go for a walk.” Penelope told her.

“Oh, boo. You should come out with me.” Lane said quickly from the other end.

“Not tonight, but thanks. I’m hoping Milo will be home early tonight so we can watch a movie or something.”

Penelope wasn’t sure, but it sounded like Lane laughed on the other end.

“Alright well next time then.” Lane said before hanging up the phone quickly.

Penelope walked into the gym feeling pretty good. She was comfortable in her exercises and Woosung was pretty good company after all.

Woosung walked in when Penelope was doing her pre routine stretches. He paused a moment in the doorway, making Penelope feel slightly uncomfortable.

“Why are you staring at me?” She asked. She was currently sitting on the floor with her feet straight out in front of her. She’d stopped stretching when Woosung walked in.

“You look different,” he said.

“What do you mean different? You just saw me yesterday…” Penelope said, trying to remember if she had done anything different this morning.

“Sweatshirt.” Woosung said suddenly, pointing to her.

“You’re not wearing your sweatshirt.”

“I didn’t see the point anymore. It just gets in the way and I just get so damn hot wearing it. Is this...does this look okay?” Penelope asked, pulling at her shirt.

It wasn’t tight by any means, but it didn’t hang extra loose on her frame like her trusty hoody did..

“I think you look great.” Woosung told her.

“Oh...um... I’m done with my stretches. Treadmill time?”

“So, what do you like to do for fun?” Woosung asked from the treadmill next to Penelope.

“I don’t really do...fun.” Penelope told him honestly.

She’d been seeing Woosung every week day for nearly a month now. They opened up a little bit more to each other each day.

“Nothing? Clubs, knitting, movies?” Woosung asked her.

“Not really. Haven’t been to a club, bar, or so much as a restaurant with anyone in months. I like watching crime shows on Netflix. Music...I love music.” Penelope said, turning towards Woosung.

“Music is pretty awesome. You can find pretty much anything that fits your mood if you look hard enough.”

“That is true, but I don’t get to listen to it too much. Milo isn’t a fan of music.” Penelope told him.

“You need to cut that kind of negativity out of your life. People who don’t like music are shitty people. It’s just a fact.” Woosung told her earnestly.

Penelope couldn’t help but laugh.

“Milo is my boyfriend.” Penelope clarified.

“Ah, so you are seeing someone.” Woosung teased. He’d been trying to casually ask her for a while but she was never open about herself.

“Yeah.” Penelope sighed. “We’ve been together for twelve years.”

“That’s a long time. I’ve never done anything in my life for twelve years except for live. And sometimes I wonder if I’m even doing that right.”

Penelope could only laugh again.

“Trust me, I don’t know that I do anything right.”

“Well, you’re killing it on the treadmill right now so take that as a win.” Woosung said, turning his machine off.

“We’re done already?” Penelope asked, looking down at the screen in front of her.

“Yep, mile down.”

Penelope didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t even realized she’d gone the mile or how much time had passed.

“Can I say something?” Penelope asked shyly.

“Of course. But just remember you never have to ask my permission to do or say anything.”

Penelope nodded her head, knowing that will be hard to adjust to.

“So...what did you want to say?” Woosung asked her, small smile on his face.

“I find it easy to work out with you. The time goes fast and it doesn’t feel like work. When I work out at home, I feel like time is just dragging and I feel like stopping a lot.”

“Well, you know what that means, right?” Woosung asked her, smirk playing on his lips.

“No. What?”

“You’re just gonna have to come back every day.” he laughed, nudging her shoulder with his own.

Penelope couldn’t help the blush that crept up her face. The idea of staying forever was one she wasn’t opposed to.

She slapped herself on the head to get the thoughts out.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Woosung asked her, grabbing ahold of her wrist.

“Stupid stupid brain.” Penelope said.

“I think your brain is amazing, you shouldn’t hit it so hard you might make it stupid.” Woosung laughed.

His hand lingered on her wrist for a moment before he slowly let it go.

They were interrupted when someone stuck their head in the room.

“Hey, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, can you help me?” the new person asked.

“Help you? With what?” Woosung asked, not looking away from Penelope.

Penelope turned around to see a tall man with his brown wavy hair parted down the middle. He wore a wide, goofy smile on his face.

“Just...help me? Some of the new equipment confuses me. Let’s switch partners for a moment!” the other guy said.

“Dojoon.” Woosung sighed heavily, turning towards the new man.

“I swear if you don’t kill me from exhaustion one day...I’ll kill you out of frustration.” he said before turning back to Penelope.

“I’ll be back in just a minute. Whatever he says, don’t listen.”

“You say that a lot. I think you’re just being pessimistic” Penelope laughed, thinking about how he’d said it about Jae as well.

“Fine. Talk to him, see if you don’t want to pull your hair out. Dojoon” he said as he walked out the door.

“Don’t scare her away.”

Penelope sat down on the mat to begin her second set of stretches when Dojoon came and sat next to her.

“You’re Penelope huh?” He asked.

“How do you know?” Penelope asked him, confused as to why he’d know her name.

“Just a good guess. So how’s it going? Sammy working out well?” he asked.

“Yeah. It’s a lot better than any other gym I’ve gone to.” Penelope told him honestly.

“Sammy’s like that. Not me, I’m told I’m a fun sucker. I can get very serious when I’m in the zone.” Dojoon told her.

Penelope instantly thought back to Jae’s words from her first day. He’d told her Dojoon would kill all her motivation. Jae just might have been right.

“I heard. You’re the reason I got paired with Woosung. So...thanks.” she told him.

“Hey, you’re welcome.” He said, laughing loudly.

“You’re kind of obnoxious aren’t you?” Penelope found herself asking.

Once her brain had registered what she actually said, she apologized immediately.

“I am so sorry! That was so rude of me!” Penelope said frantically.

All Dojoon did was laugh harder.

“What the hell is so funny?” Woosung asked as he came back into the room.

Dojoon smiled at Penelope quickly before getting up to go towards the door.

“Your girl here is funny. She totally pegged me and she’s talked to me for two whole minutes. She’s definitely a keeper.” Dojoon said, patting Woosung on the shoulder before leaving.

“What is he talking about?” Woosung asked.

“Honestly, I have no idea. I was rude to him and he laughed about it.” Penelope admitted.

“I’m sure you weren’t.” Woosung told her.

“I called him obnoxious right to his face!” Penelope yelled.

Woosung could only laugh again.

“So you do have him pegged!”

(7)

#woosung #kim woosung #the rose #tough Love #6 #fic #scenario #series #imagine #au #jos corner of the world

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let-sanji-say-fuck · 5 years

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Hi boo. I first read „let sanji fuck“ and I was like Hell yeah! I should really start to read better 😄 anyways. Could I have hcs on Sanji, Kid, Marco and Law about how they would react if some other guys would hit on their girlfriend really aggressively and the gf feels clearly uncomfortable? Good luck with the blog ❤️

Heck yeah, let Sanji fuck works too. And sure thing you can! Thanks a lot for the warm welcome, cute nonnie! Hope these are good~!

Warnings: sexual harassment and stalking mentions. Always stay safe folks.

Sanji

Being the clingy type, Sanji is going to be very aware of whenever someone approaches his lover. As much as he hates to admit it (because it’s barely gentlemanly), he’s overcome with jealousy if other males start to hog her attention, but also trusts his s/o and will let her handle the situation if the newcomer seems innocent about his intentions. It’s just small chat, isn’t it?

He’s going to stay around just in case. Generally, straying too far from his lover can make him sulk deeply, and knowing that she’s in the company of another man doesn’t ease his sorrow in the slightest. He doesn’t care he’s pacing and his arms are full with grocery bags, and neither does he pay mind to the weird looks he gets from the pedestrians, watching over his s/o is his absolute priority.

Sanji is incredibly observant. It can take so little as a slight twitch of her brow or a low, awkward hum, but he’s already noticed that this guy isn’t good news. In fact, he won’t even let it go further from the initial discomfort: the asshole was breaking into her comfort bubble and Sanji already felt the need to kick him underground.

When he steps into the conversation, it’s going to be with nothing more than a sweet smile directed at his s/o. He knows she’s feeling alarmed, so the last thing he needs is to startle her anymore with the glint of a murderer in his eyes. He gently pulls her closer and starts to ask about her day, question if she felt like having something special for dinner, tell her about the nice clerk lady who had offered a discount on the milk because he had helped her find her cat… Just anything to comfort his lover and remind her that he’s right there next to her, and that no one is going to mess with her.

Isn’t above stepping towards the guy, smile turning forced and tight, and “thanking” him for keeping his lover company, but dismissing him because he’s clearly not needed anymore, nor will he be in any point in time. If his s/o hadn’t tugged at his vest to silently ask him to get going, he could have rubbed the butt of his cigarette in one of the bastard’s lecherous eyes.

He might find the guy and make him pay for putting his sweetheart through such a bad time, but he honestly forgets and can’t care less about him if, on the way back to the ship, she snuggles close to him. Bonus points if she takes one of the grocery bags (although not without some complaints from him) to free his hand… momentarily, because her plan is to hold it tight with her free own. Bonus bonus points if she praises him and calls him “her prince charming”, this boy is very in cloud nine.

Eustass Kid

Oh boy. Oh boy, what a brave little shit. This guy clearly wasn’t present when Kid set foot on the island with his arm slung over his s/o’s shoulders because if he had, he would know by now that the girl is very much not open for a stranger’s compliments. The only other possible option is that this man doesn’t value his life anymore, because Kid’s anger can be felt from miles away when he finds out.

Kid is one of the most possessive guys to be found across the wide seas and, while he doesn’t mind his s/o wandering around on her own account, he definitely does not appreciate someone chasing her pretty little ass. It was his lucky self’s, and what kind of man would he be if someone stole what is his right under his nose?

He only saw three things: the dude’s mouth by her ear, a hand forcefully groping her bottom and the mighty slap his lover delivered as a desperate means of self-defence, and quite frankly? Her outburst turned him on, but work comes before pleasure and his absolute job as a pirate is disintigrating the asshole on the spot.

Once he’s done with the miserable soul and only if the beaten body hasn’t been reduced to dust, he’s probably going to nail the corpse to the most visible building in the town and make everyone know that he does not like having his property toyed with, and that he isn’t nice enough to share. Kid expects his kind announcement to be first page on the next morning’s newspaper. What better way to let everyone in the world know who his s/o belongs to?

No one has had the balls to approach his lover again, but Kid likes to take extra measures. That is why whenever the Kid Pirates arrive at a new island, his s/o is going to visit the town exhibiting a pretty collection of red and purple love bites and scratches on her neck and thighs and back, and always at a safe distance and under his watch.

Kid might also teach her how to beat and crucify people in an excruciatingly slow way just in case she comes to need the skill. There’s nothing that he takes more pride in than seeing his babe knocking a pervert out cold and making him suffer for daring to place a hand on her. It’s one weight off his chest and – a plus! – he finds it incredibly hot in its own twisted way.

Marco

Marco is really chill about his s/o. Not the overly protective kind of partner, and enjoys having having space to breathe himself, so it’s only natural he’ll leave his s/o to her own devices as well. However, he insists on having her carry a Baby Den Den Mushi wherever she goes on her own. He’s at her beck and call whenever she needs him.

Knowing that a call meant something bad was happening, Marco is still perfectly capable of staying calm and answers with a playful “yo”. No matter her situation, first and foremost he wants to reassure her that there is nothing to be worried about, and what better way than being his playful self? He’s honestly a little relieved when she answers lightheartedly. He wants his babe to be radiant at all times.

When he said that he was just one ring away, he wasn’t kidding. He answers the call nearly immediatelly, and is there by her side even faster. Literally will fly towards her and just casually hop next to her, waiting for an update on the situation while he pulls her close.

If the sight of a fire blue bird isn’t enough to convince any stalker or harasser to back off, Marco is more than happy to kindly explain to this very annoying dude that his company wasn’t and would never be a necessity. A slight pat on the shoulder, a hearty laugh even. It’s all about manners, really (but the warning in his eyes probably had something to do with the way the man scurried away).

Treats her to something sweet afterwards because he’s so proud of how she stood strong in such a stressful situation, but also because he wants her to release the tension from her shoulders. It was a small scare, sure, but this big bird is always there to protect her, no questions asked. If she continues feeling a little down about the recent happening, he’s going to stain her face with chocolate and cream until she goes back to being cheerful cutie, slapping his hand away and laughing.

Okay, he does enjoy having some room to breathe, but he’s never ever going to turn down his s/o if she wants to stay close to him out of insecurity or fear. Holding his hand and keeping up some idle chatter, anything to have her comfortable and happy (or following him around like a lost tiny duckling, duck mom here is going to protect).

Trafalgar Law

There’s something that has stuck to Law from his childhood, and that is being an overprotective older brother. Well, lover in this case. It’s difficult to try to hit on his s/o when she’s literally next to him at all times, and also not wise: the long sword and tattoos spelling “death” should serve as enough warning. However, holding her hand in public is kinda out of the question, which is where the brainless flirt comes to play.

Law is far from amused when some guy appears out of nowhere to return a handkerchief that obviously didn’t belong to his s/o, if the shake of her head and the polite denial were anything to go by, but the man was relentless. He obviously couldn’t feel the daggers Law was glaring at him, otherwise he would have fled when Law’s lover first told him that the trick wasn’t going to work with her.

Honestly, Law doesn’t show the man much mercy, and decides that the best option is to chop his forearm off when he tries to catch his s/o’s hand and she jerks away, alarmed. Thanks to his ability, there was no real threat in the dismemberment, but the asshole was scared as shit when he saw his arm not attached to his body anymore, and floating inside the blue curtain.

When he considers that the harasser has suffered enough (and that he had made an unnecessarily big scene), Law gives back his arm, placing it a little askew, but kept a couple of fingers as a reminder for the man to learn about the proper uses of a hand, which didn’t include trying to touch a woman who didn’t want anything to do with him.

After the first close call, which he hopes is actually the only one, he asks his lover to call him if she’s away from him and senses herself in a dangerous situation. Pinpointing her position, Law would be able to immediately bring her back to his side thanks to his power, but he would rather she didn’t go through such a scary experience again.

Law might actually start holding her hand from then on, in case some airheaded bastard decides it’s a good idea to mess with the girl of an infamous pirate. Lo and behold, though, he finds out that he really enjoys the contact and stops being so grumpy after the first few times walking across crowded streets with his lover’s hand tightly held in his.

#Sanji #Eustass Kid #Marco #Trafalgar Law #Female Pronouns #Fluff #Headcanons #Anonymous

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FOWL Facets- Chapter 1

Summary: After going missing for more than a day, Steelbeak’s team finally gets word from the missing gem and goes to pick him up, but something seems..off.

Notes: This is fic number two for my 100 Follower Fic Giveaway! This one is for the anon who requested something with Steelbeak and @eleanorose123 / @thefriendlyfour ‘s awesome OC, Dominic Domino, in the Steven Universe!AU (Fearsome Facets) that I’ve been working on with @abbythegamergirl . As a special bonus, I also got to use @deldraws19 ‘s wonderful OC Loony Toony for this story! ^.^ Enjoy!

Daily life continues as it usually does for the organic creatures of the planet Earth. They go to work or school, eat, sleep, and live out their dull, short lives. All of them completely and blissfully unaware of the creatures prowling about their world and blending in among them- some for noble reasons such as to protect the planet, some for more sinister motives such as its destruction, and even more who walk the line between the two sides for their own benefit while hiding in the shadows.

This is a tale following those who work from the shadows, unaligned in the fight of good and evil…

Slowly circling the Earth, hidden high above the clouds and beyond the detection of standard Earth-based scanners, a black ship flies unseen through the skies. The surface of the ship is sharp and angular, looking similar to an obsidian arrowhead with four wings/thrusters sprouting from the back to form a sideways X shape along the flatter back end of the ship. It’s dark, reflective coating looks as if the whole thing were carved from a single large stone rather than many pieces of metal like most ships native to the planet- the only exceptions to its deep black color being speckles of white along the undercarriage of the ship and an angular red windshield on the front. The dark material works to its favor, however, letting it blend in with the starry sky behind it and giving it a natural camouflage with its surroundings.

Within the cockpit of the ship, amongst the many red and white panels with their hologram-projected interfaces, a small panel on the dash lights up with a pinging sound. A hand with brown feathers and black fingerless gloves taps the panel, bringing up a large hologram of the planet in white with a single, small, glowing black point pulsing on it.

“Steelbeak’s beacon just came back online.” A female voice says while the gloved hands zoom in on the black point of the hologram.

“Confirm that it’s actually him and double check for any other gems in the area.” A male voice commands from the other side of the hologram, red eyes watching closely as the image zooms in on the black point.

“Way ahead of you.” The female voice from earlier responds. Once the hologram-map is zoomed in far enough, it changes to an image of a single figure outlined in black standing on its own in a large, open field. “No other gems on the radar..” A gloved hand taps the image of the figure, bringing up a square bubble of text in a language consisting mostly of glyphs. “Andradite garnet..subset, black melanite..ball cut..yeah, that looks like Steelbeak.”

“Hm..” The red eyes narrow slightly, looking closely at the black-outlined hologram. “Go pick him up, but keep an eye out for any traps. I want to know why he went off the grid without contacting us first.”

“On it.” The female voice responds, a pair of gloved hands coming down to an extra-wide red panel and moving over it to steer the ship.

Red eyes stay fixed on the hologram, the male voice speaking quietly. “What have you been up to, Steelbeak…?”

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A being perfectly matching the hologram from earlier waits patiently in the middle of a flat, open field miles away from any nearby towns. It appears to be a tall rooster with a large red comb, green tail feathers, and, interestingly enough, a rather dangerous looking, jagged, metallic beak. He’s dressed rather classy for someone standing in the middle of a dirty field, wearing black slacks with a red button up shirt, a black bowtie, a white suit jacket, and black patent leather oxfords with white spats. On the left side of his chest, where one would normally see a pocket square or boutonniere, is a gleaming black ball-cut melanite gemstone.

“Geez, what’s taken ‘em so long..?” He grumbles to himself while pulling back his left sleeve to check what, at first, looks like a regular black wrist watch, but actually displays a small radar-like hologram of two black points steadily getting closer to each other. The clouds parting above him draws his attention up towards the sky. “About time..” At first it’s hard to see anything against the starry backdrop, but, after moving lower, it becomes easier to see the outline of the black ship against the re-forming clouds. It gets close enough for the bottom hatch to open and extend a ramp, the melanite climbing on board. He looks around once he’s inside and the hatch has closed behind him, tapping his knuckles against one of the nearby walls as he ventures further into the ship. “Hey, anyone home?”

The ship is loaded with plenty of control consoles, interactive panels, and devices built into the walls and ceilings of the ship, but is fairly sparse on things like furniture and decorations. In fact, the first decorative thing that he spots is a tall shelving unit built into one of the walls. The shelves have what looks like a translucent white energy barrier in front of them, presumably to keep the various small colorful objects (mostly toys, it would seem) from falling off and onto the floor. Seemingly curious about the shelves and the out of place items on it, the melanite moves in for a closer look.

“Hehe~” A giggle echoing through the room, however, stops him in his tracks.

“??” The melanite looks around, searching for the source of the laughter. “Hello..?”

“Hehe~” Another giggle, that time coming from behind him.

“?!” He turns to look, but sees nothing. He hears the sound of movement from somewhere behind him and starts to walk backwards to get away from it. When he finally turns back around to face where he’s going, however, he’s met with large, black and white eyes directly in front of his own.

“Boo!” The excitedly smiling black beak just beneath (above, from his perspective) the black and white eyes says before sticking a white tongue out at him playfully.

“What the-?!” The rooster, startled by the surprise appearance of the face in front of him, tries to take a step back but ends up slipping on a small stuffed blue teddy bear lying on the ground. “Woah!” He falls down onto the ground, rubbing his head after he lands with a thud. “Oof…that’s gonna smart…”

“Whoopsie! Sorry, Steely!” The person hanging from the ceiling begins to reorient herself, moving so that she’s right-side-up before dropping down onto the ground from her previous hiding spot on the ceiling. Doing so reveals her to be another gem like him, though in her case she has a smooth heart-cut black spinel gemstone in the center of her chest over her black and white-striped long-sleeved shirt. She has matching stripes along her legs with everything else she’s wearing- a pair of gloves, her slightly platformed shoes, a puffy pair of pocketed suspender shorts, the round cloth bindings between her torso and her arms, and a hairband holding her hair up into a ponytail- are all grey with the shorts, overalls, and main part of the shoes being a lighter shade while the hairband, gloves, soles of her shoes, bindings on her arms, and the buttons and pockets on her overall shorts are all the same shade of darker grey. Once her unusually long arms are detangled from the various wires and beams of the ceiling, she reaches down to offer the melanite a hand up. “You okay?”

He takes the offered hand and pulls himself back up to his feet. “Eh, nothing scuffed or cracked, so I’ll live.”

“Oh, goodie!” Knowing that he wasn’t injured seems to be all the go-ahead she needs to start laughing, her earlier smile returning full-force. “I haven’t gotten you that good in a while! You should’ve seen the look on your face!”

“Yeah, yeah, that was pretty funny.” The melanite’s slightly forced smile contradicts his words, but the spinel ignores him as she begins stretching her body around him- elongating her neck so she can peek around his shoulder from behind while her hands start poking and prodding at his pockets. “Um..whatcha doin’, doll?”

She stretches her neck further so that her face moves around in front of his. “You promised you’d bring me something, remember? You didn’t forget, right??” She begins to pout, looking disappointed by the lack of objects in his pockets.

He rubs the back of his head with a slight frown. “Oh, geez…sorry, somethin’ came up and I didn’t get the chance. My bad..”

“Awwwww…” Her entire body seems to deflate with the disappointing news, her elongated limbs and neck drooping down to the ground while her head remains upright in the air.

The melanite frowns a bit more at the sad look on the spinel’s face and pats her on the head. “Tell ya what? I’ll getcha three next time t’ make it up to ya. Sound good?” He offers her a smile to go along with his words.

“Really?!” She perks back up instantly, her limbs and neck snapping back into place as she gives him an excited smile.

“Sure thing.” He promises with a grin of his own at her renewed energy.

“Yay! Thanks, Steely!” The spinel throws her arms around the melanite in a big hug, the long limbs stretching so they can wrap and coil around him three times over. “You’re the best!”

“Heh, no problem.” He winces slightly from the tightness of the embrace. “Say, you seen Domino? I gotta talk t’ him ‘bout somethin’.”

“Oh, Dommy’s in his room.” She unwinds her arms from around him and points down one of the ship’s hallways. “Said he got a call from High Command.”

“Ah, cool.” He gives her another pat on the head before walking down the indicated hall. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He calls over his shoulder with a wave, not looking back at her.

“No problemo-!” She almost walks off, but stops and does a double-take, watching the melanite disappear down the corridor with a confused expression on her face. “Wait, ‘sweetheart’??” Keeping her eyes on him, she stretches her arms up to the beams on the ceiling and blends in with them once again.

The melanite continues towards his destination, unaware of the confusion from the spinel regarding his choice of words. As he passes one of the rooms, the door opens up and he bumps into someone right as they come out of what appears to be the ship’s control room.

“Hey, watch it!” The person he bumped into turns out to be another gem, this one looking like a brown-feathered female chicken with short dark hair. Her outfit is pretty casual, consisting of a black shirt with torn sleeves, ripped black jeans, black and white sneakers, black fingerless gloves, and what appears to be a white lab coat tied around her waist. As she rubs her head, the black gemstone on her left shoulder catches the light- at a glance, one could be forgiven for seeing it as just a regular black stone, but, as it refracts the lights overhead, the white star in the center appears, revealing it to be a round black and white star-sapphire. She looks up at the melanite she bumped into and rolls her eyes. “Steelbeak…why am I NOT surprised..?” She asks sarcastically.

The melanite helps her to her feet. “Sorry ‘bout that, toots.” He nods his head in the direction he was going before he bumped into her. “Domino’s still in his room, right?”

“……” The star-sapphire eyes him with an unreadable expression after he helps her up. “Yeah, I think so. He should be finishing up his call with High Command soon.”

“Good to know, thanks.” He continues on his way, unaware of the suspicious gaze following him as he walks away.

He walks to the end of the hall and looks at the five doors, each one imprinted with a different gem on the front: The first one on the right has a round black and white star-sapphire on it. The one right next to it has a heart-shaped black spinel. The first one on the left has a black ball-cut melanite. The one next to it has a step-cut black and white snowflake obsidian. The gem on the final door, located on the wall between the two sides of the hall, has been shot at, burned, and shredded so badly that the gem on it is no longer recognizable- all that remains are a few traces of blue between the bullet holes and gauges in the material.

Finding the door that he’s looking for, the melanite knocks twice on the one with the snowflake obsidian on the front.

“It’s open.” A voice from within calls, sounding distracted.

Activating the small panel beside the door, the melanite calmly walks in. “Hey, Dom.” He greets the room’s only occupant with a quick wave.

The gem in question is a loon with striking red eyes and a step-cut black and white snowflake obsidian on the right side of his chest. Unlike the other two gems on the ship, his outfit could be considered a bit more refined, consisting of a white collared shirt under a black buttoned-up vest, a red bow tie, a white hat with a red band holding a small domino in place, and a long white coat that went down to just past his white leg feathers with a red inner-lining, a domino on each shoulder, an unclasped red belt with a white buckle, and a pattern along the bottom featuring large black lines that were each topped with a black circle.

“Hm..?” The snowflake obsidian had been busy reading something on a datapad when the other gem walked in. Seated at a small two-person table built into the left wall of the tastefully decorated room, he looks up when he hears the melanite’s greeting. He cocks an eyebrow at the taller gem, setting the datapad aside for the time being. “Since when do you knock?”

The melanite just shrugs, stepping further into the room and letting the door close behind him. “Heard you was takin’ a call from High Command, didn’t wanna interrupt anythin’ important.”

“That’s never stopped you before.” Domino gets up from his seat, looking the other gem over slowly. “Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, mind telling me why you suddenly decided to deactivate your beacon and have been ignoring our calls for the past twenty-eight hours?”

“Eh, just ran into a bit of trouble.” He shrugs again, leaning against the wall casually. “Nothin’ I couldn’t handle.”

Domino crosses his arms, giving the other gem a mild glare. “If you ‘run into trouble’, you’re supposed to call us immediately. Code 67, remember? ‘All F.O.W.L. agents operating in teams of two or more are to call for backup to neutralize any threats above Class 2.’ Considering you had to go dark for more than a day, I’d say that threat fell far above a Class 2.” He watches the melanite closely, stern eyes picking him apart with their sharp gaze.

“Like I said, it wasn’t anythin’ I couldn’t handle- no need t’ get you an’ the ladies involved.” The melanite waves off the reminder and the stern glare, not noticing the way the other gem’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Anyway, we’ve got bigger things t’ worry about.” He looks down at Domino, his previous demeanor changing to something more serious. “I found somethin’ big you’re gonna wanna see for yourself…but I don’t think we can take the others with us for this one.”

“Oh?” Domino’s eyebrow raises again in a look of curiosity. “We have to go without Loony and Gandra? That does sound serious. Where exactly are we going?”

“Can’t talk about it here.” He says with a shake of his head. “Let’s just grab one of the backup pods, I know the way.”

Domino walks closer, pulling back the sleeve on his right arm to reveal a black watch similar to the one the melanite checked earlier in the field. “Just a moment, I got a message from High Command earlier and they wanted me to make sure everyone else got it.” He pushes a button on the screen shaped like a star-sapphire. “Gandra, I got a message regarding a possible Code Zultanite. Did you?”

The voice of the star-sapphire from earlier is heard through the watch’s speakers. “Yeah, I got that message. Loony?”

An image of a heart-shaped spinel appears on the screen as the spinel from earlier can be heard now. “Code Zulta- ohhhh! Yep! I got that too!”

“Good to know we’re all on the same page.” Domino walks over to the door and puts his hand on a small panel next to it, opening the door up quickly. “Now that that’s out of the way..” He doesn’t finish his statement- instead, he raises one hand and a white barrier forms in front of him. He then thrusts his hand forward, sending the barrier crashing into the melanite with a great deal of momentum that sends him flying out of the room.

“!!!” The melanite hits the closed door on the other side of the hall, wincing from the impact. “Hey, what’s the big ide-?!” He ducks just in time to avoid a burst of flames aimed directly at his head. “Woah!” He scrambles to get out of the way of another shot of fire, running down the hall to avoid the attack.

Domino follows him out into the hall, a pistol held in his right hand. “Oh, I think you know what the ‘big idea’ is…or do I have to make it even clearer for you?” He brings his left hand to the gem on his chest, the stone glowing as he pulls a second gun identical to the first out of his gem. He aims and fires the second gun at the floor below the retreating gem’s feet right as the barrel turns an icy blue, a bullet of the same color hitting the ground and freezing it over with a smooth sheet of ice.

“Ack!” The melanite slips and falls over, wincing again when he hits the ground. He isn’t given long to linger on the sensation, though, as he’s forced to quickly roll to the side to avoid a yellow bullet sparking with electricity that had been aimed right at his head. “Stars!” He swears under his breath, getting to his feet again once he’s off of the icy patch and trying to run while keeping an eye on the snowflake obsidian.

Unfortunately, this proves to be a mistake for him, as he doesn’t notice the black and white striped leg stretching across the floor in his path until it’s too late. The spinel from earlier stretches down from the ceiling and gives the melanite a light shove with her hand. “Tag, you’re it!” She laughs as he ends up tripping over her leg.

“Not yet, Loony.” The star-sapphire from earlier is standing over him when he lands on the ground, taking off one of her gloves. With the black fabric gone, dark lines that look like circuitry wired into her palm are revealed. “Now he’s it.” The lines on her hand light up right before she touches his face.

A powerful bolt of white electricity goes through the melanite’s body, making him spasm and twitch before everything goes dark…

Next Chapter-> End Notes: Keeping the first chapter fairly short to help with the pacing and properly establish each of the characters :)

Fun side note- I wanted to make Steelbeak and Domino part of a team as a mirror to the main story that focuses mostly on the Fearsome Four with occasional appearances from the Crystal Ducks (Darkwing, Launchpad, Gizmoduck, and Gosalyn). Both of the other main teams for the series were in groups of four, so I thought it would be fitting to make a F.O.W.L. team too :D Gandra was someone I’d already thought of putting on the team because I liked her DT17 design and already mentioned her before in the character bios along with Steelbeak.

When trying to figure out who would be the best option for the final member of the team, I remembered @thefriendlyfour ‘s and @deldraws19 ‘s pictures of Domino and Loony and felt like she would be a perfect fit that perfectly balances the group on multiple levels: Her cheerful disposition serves as a counterbalance for how sarcastic or cynical the others can get sometimes. Like Gandra, she’s a gem that doesn’t have a weapon of her own since she was never made to be a battle gem, but her stretchy, impenetrable body acts as a weapon in and-of-itself, similar to how Gandra uses the electrified white gem-destabilizers in her hand as a way to fight despite her purpose. I also really liked the balance of short to mid-range attacks she would be capable of in combat and enjoyed the idea that the girls (Gandra and Loony) on the team would be more of the up-close brawlers while the guys (Domino and Steelbeak) would be more of the mid to long-range fighters with their weapons. Add to all of this the fact that her and Domino have a sibling-like relationship AND that she would be someone who knew him back when he was with Checkers and there’s no way I could resist asking Del for permission to use this awesome character and I am so so SO glad I did because she works so well off of everyone else!

#darkwing duck #ducktales #dt17 #FOWL Facets #Steelbeak #Dominic Domino #gandra dee #Loony Toony #not my oc #100 follower giveaway!

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Snowstorm - Sierra City to Bucks Lake

By Dave Baugher

With a heavy heart, I hung up my phone in cabin #1 at the River Resort in Sierra City, CA. My wife, Luann, had called that quiet morning to let me know that her mom, Marylyn, had passed away. I had taken a nero in Sierra City and was planning to return to the PCT that spring morning. The resort owner, Jim said, "No Problem," to my request to spend another night considering the circumstances. So finding a comfortable chair on his expansive deck overlooking the Feather River, and I began to ponder.

Marylyn, diagnosed in 2003 and, like so many we know, descended into a faint picture of the person we knew before. Alzheimer's is a terrible disease. In 1905, German psychiatrist Alois Alzheimer performed an autopsy on a woman who passed from and early cognitive failure. Alois discovered that one-third of the woman's brain had disintegrated, leaving a plaque and tangled cell fragments. More than 100 years later, Alzheimer's disease is still poorly understood and generally regarded as incurable.

In the morning light, sitting on Jim's deck with the river below, I thought back to my own experience with cognitive failures. Regrettably, it was only 15 years before that my own father, Hank, had been diagnosed with the neurological disease of frontal lobe dementia. Like the sun setting down below the Sierra Mountains, my father faded away before our eyes in less than 18 months. Hank was only 61 years old when his light permanently faded, and it was his death the prodded me to change my life and ultimately begin hiking the Pacific Crest Trail.

It was 2013 when I was asked, "How long did your father live?" I was 51 that day, and the question hit me like a sack of stones, that in 11 years, I would be the same age as when Hank passed. What was I going to do over the upcoming eleven years? Work? Not an exciting thought. A quote from Steve Jobs came to my mind "If today was the last day of my life, would I want to do what I'm about to do today?" My answer that morning was no, prompting a change of life for me.

I spent the remainder of that day on the deck, talking with my wife and kids. Things settled down after a while, so I borrowed a book from the resort's small library, then in the quiet of the afternoon, read on the peaceful deck. By the following morning, things within the family had resolved themselves and settled down. Marilyn's passing had been expected, and there was nothing I could do here or back at home, so with Luann's endorsement, I returned to the trail. Jim gave me a ride to the trailhead, where I could continue my journey northwards.

The Pacific Crest Trail crosses Highway 49 above the town at an elevation of 4,100'. Here the trail aggressively climbs toward the jagged Sierra Buttes, ascending a total of 4,000' to skirt the iconic landmark, a landmark in the section of California. Later I discovered that in the winter of 1852, the town of Sierra City was a village of tents, shacks log houses, and a few frame buildings. Deep winter snow smothered the settlement, and the residents struggled to reach the San Joaquin Valley below, leaving the stricken hamlet abandoned. Yet, five diehards stayed to work their gold mine, preoccupied with the business of survival, not watching when the Buttes suddenly discarded their top layer of snow. The snow came down in a smothering avalanche to wipe out the last vestiges of the village. Only three of the five survived.

The PCT lead upwards and the new Sierra City lay below me in the distant valley. Several hours passed when I spied a couple of hikers walking toward me down the trail Exchanging greetings, and they explained that up ahead, there was a solid wall of snow at the 7,000 foot and they were unprepared to cross into the upper snowbound elevations. My preparations included extra clothes, crampons, an ice ax, so I felt confident to continue on the trail. These two were planning on hitching around this section to return to this PCT section at a later time.

Now at this point in the trip, these two guys were the first PCT hikers I had met since leaving Donner Pass 4 days before. Yes, there had been lots of snow, but nothing that stopped my progress northwards. My thoughts wandered as the trail passed under my feet. Indeed, at the 7,500' elevation, I did hit snow, but the crampons did their job, and I continued. That day I covered 15 miles before finding a dry campsite that had an excellent supply of firewood. Soon my tent was up, hot soup in my pot and a roaring campfire warming the oncoming evening chill.

Morning broke cold and gray. At this point in the trip, I had become a master at camp procrastination, when attempting to get out of the tent into the frigid mounting air, in the serenity of a chilly quiet morning I packed up camp. Last night's fire was a faint warm remembrance, and the ivory banks of snow surrounding my dry patch of campsite looked foreboding. It was 9 a.m. when I shouldered my pack, then noticed with faint humor, the first soft snowflakes drifting down from the now grey smoldering sky. For all the serenity, majestic repose, and granite permanency, the Sierra's can be as temperamental as an adolescent, and I was about to experience this first hand.

Returning to the trail, I followed the PCT upwards across rolling ridge after ridge where the trail played peek-a-boo with my navigation skills. Occasionally, the path was exposed, usually along the southerly exposed sections, while on the northern exposures, the trail was nowhere. The spring snow depth in these sections was 10-20 feet deep, obliterating signs, blazes, and any indication a hiker had been through the area. The family following my course remotely via a Spot satellite transponder reported my path zigzagged haphazardly in these sections, and they could only guess what I was encountering.

My mind echoed, "Dave, you better watch out," as the snowflakes began falling in earnest. I want you to visualize the scene, as the snow fell viciously. Not "Frosty the Snowman," snowflakes, this was a mean, spring snowstorm with driving winds, and the cold-pressed straight into my bones. After a couple of hours, thick swirling clouds of the white stuff were whirling around me in ever-rising cold howling mountain winds. I started climbing a tall frozen ridge with wind thundering across the trees, and rain pelted my backpack and tattered ghostly clouds whipped over the rocks and forest. Reaching the summit at noon, I thought, "You better start thinking about taking a break and getting into some shelter."

Breaking the ridgeline, I made for a stand of trees on a southern facing slope. Within the grove, I found bare patches of ground, set up my tent while the wind screamed through the trees like a banshee. One last look around, my pack and I dove inside like a ground squirrel escaping a red tail hawk: It was high noon, Thursday, June 18. For the next three days and two nights, the storm raged outside my tent. This was a real humdinger of a mountain storm, roaring out of the west-rain, hail, sleet, and wind. Wow, did the wind blow. When the Sierra goes on a rampage, there is not much a hiker can do but stand by and watch with awe. Lulls were brief; then, a high pitched scream would start in the treetops, the grove and my tent would be slammed by the roaring winds, over and over again.

It was two mornings later, I woke up at sunup and crawled from the warmth of my sleeping bag, the storm had broken. Hiking the ridgeline, a grey mist enveloped is and cut off visibility to 25'. “Dave,” I thought, “you better watch where you are walking,” as I looked over my map. The map indicated the PCT followed this ridge for a half-mile before dropping to a lower elevation. Here the trail was viable under my feet; the path was worn by many feet over the years, however ahead, the trail disappeared into another snowbank. I was unsure of my exact location with no horizon to see, so I took a 90-degree turn and walked 50' to check out the terrain; the ground disappeared and a grey abyss, I was standing on a cliff. Carefully, returning to the trail, I went the opposite direction, only to encounter a crumbling cornice of snow that fell off in the same grey abyss.

Somberly, returning to the trail, I brought out my GPS, turned it on, and then followed the path exactly as indicated on the screen, step by step. There was not much room for error, but I hiked down from the ridgeline safely heading for lower elevations. My camp that night was nestled in the sunshine along an old logging road. Dinner and relaxation ensued in the fading light. That evening was quiet, and the night was too quiet.

When morning broke, I came out of my tent to discover another snow-covered landscape. Oh man, not again, but I continued onwards. The trail continued to lose elevation as it dropped into the Feather River Canyon. Later that day, I crossed the bridge over the Feather River and made camp along Bear Creek.

A dry, moist morning greeted me the next day, and I hit the trail once again, my goal was Bucks Lake, Climbing the North Fork of the Feather River Canyon ridge, I made my way along the northern ridge where a faint cell signal allowed me to call home. Perhaps it was not seeing me move via my Spot, or maybe the grief of losing Marylyn, but Luann was extremely happy to hear my voice and know that I was ok. I asked her to contact lodging in the Bucks Lake area and find me a room for the night. A return call let me know I had accommodations for the night at the Haskins Valley Inn, so I continued onwards.

Doug and Dixie welcomed me into their establishment, informing me that I was the first PCT hiker they had seen the spring. Doug also let me know that the upcoming section between Bucks Lake and Chester were perhaps even more snowbound and dangerous that the trail I had just covered. Now that did not sound too welcoming, so another call home as made and arrangements were made for Luann to pick me up in Quincy the ensuing day.

The following morning, Doug, Dixie, and I drove down the mountain to Quincy. Lost in thought; this had been a most extraordinary spring backpacking trip, unique since I had begun this PCT adventure in 2014, and ever since. My mother-in-law had passed, Alzheimer's and the passing of my father, and in a round-about way, those events led me to Pacific Crest Trail. Spending two nights in a spring sierra snowstorm, contemplating life gave me a new outlook on my own experience and family – Becoming "snowed in" actually was not that bad of an experience.

#snow #Bucks Lake #Chester #North Fork of the Feather River #Feather River Canyon #Quincy #Sierra City #Sierra Buttes

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