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aknosde · 9 months

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// Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard // Post-Canon // Established Relationship // Traveling // Fluff // essentially andrew waxing poetic about neil, cars, & sunlight // 1k

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There is something inherently exhausting about banquets.

Andrew, as a man of taste, appreciates good food, nice clothes, and expensive cars. He does not appreciate the flight from Denver to L.A., nor does he appreciate L.A. itself; it’s hot and sticky when he touches down, air rushing into the depressurizing cabin, and he feels sweat materialize where his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose. LAX is, as always, a shithole of people and luggage. Everything that moves here always seems to knock into anything that isn’t—case in point: his suitcase into a tree, and a toddler into his legs. It takes Andrew five minutes to even find a corner to tuck himself into and turn his phone off airplane mode.

Perhaps it’s not banquets, but travel.

The first thing he does is call Neil. At least he has someone to pick him up from his personal hell.

Neil flew down from Chicago earlier in the week to catch Kevin’s last qualifying match, which against all odds had taken an absurd amount of cajoling by both he and Kevin. What it should’ve been: Neil gives his last press conference of the season and flies out to see Kevin, they then drive down to L.A. together. What it was: Neil assuring Andrew he gould always get to Denver to make the flight together approximately fifty times, packing over facetime because despite being a seasoned professional Neil would still wear jeans and a leather jacket to every official event if he could, and a debate on whether or not they wanted to share Kevin’s car.

“I’m all ready here,” Neil greets. “Pickup 3A, and making a hell of a lot of Ubers mad.”

“As you often do,” Andrew says before hanging up.

He makes his way down to and through baggage claim swiftly, feeling superior to everyone forced to wait for their checked bags on the slowest conveyor belt known to man, and out into the blanketing heat. His reading glasses have been tucked into his shirt pocket and replaced by the ‘cereal killer’ baseball cap Allison got him as a gag gift a few years ago, which makes many appearances when he doesn’t want to show up on the average exy fan’s radar. Neil’s used an old puff-paint pen of Renee’s to draw lion heads on the underside of the bill.

“Hey,” Neil says, grinning, as Andrew steps up to the atrocious red convertible Neil’s lounging in the driver’s seat of, ignoring the myriad of ride-share drivers sending him dirty looks and honking their horns—Andrew realizes that while the verdict of sharing a car with Kevin had been no, they hadn’t made a decision about rentals, and this is apparently what Neil’s come up with (though doubtlessly influenced by… Matt is his best guess, possibly Allison). It looks annoyingly good on him. “Bag?”

Andrew hoists his case up and Neil unbuckles to lean over and toss it in the back row. He’s wearing a pair of aviators—Ray Bans Allison also purchased, not as a gag gift but in pursuit of her and Andrew’s continuous and combined efforts to encourage Neil to dress at least half as good as he looks (they’ve been dissuaded from “as good as he looks” over the years)—and in the week since Andrew’s seen him, he’s managed to turn deep brown, his hair catching auburn in the sun. Before he can open the door Andrew touches Neil’s wrist where it's propped on the passenger seat and kisses him over the parking brake.

“Hey,” he finally says when they separate.

“Hi,” Neil responds, looking up at him. He’s close enough to see Neil’s eyes warm and happy through his sunglasses.

Andrew doesn’t bother with the door this time; he hoists himself straight into the passenger seat. Neil takes the car out of park, but keeps them right where they are.

“How was the flight?”

Neil pushes his shades up on his head as if he needs to see Andrew wholly when he answers. The gold ‘A’ pendant on his necklace flashes in the light as he shifts. Andrew can feel the ring and blank marriage certificate in his bedside table warm and glow from halfway across the country.

“Typically terrible,” he says, but even though he means it he can’t bring himself to be serious.

“Yeah?” Neil asks, that smile on his face, and he kisses Andrew this time.

It’s deeper but they keep it gentle, maybe because Andrew’s exhausted, but maybe because they’re still saying hello. It’s soft and easy, kind of like greeting someone it’s always nice to see. The car jerks forwards slightly, and the driver behind them lays on their horn in two long, annoyed bursts. He can feel Neil smiling against him as they break away.

Andrew watches him put his sunglasses back on and flick his turn signal, rest both hands on the wheel. He’s tempted to make a joke about Neil’s foot slipping off the break—something about how he never took a driver’s test, or how the FBI didn’t check before giving him his license—but then Neil looks at him and he notices how he’s glowing in the sunlight.

“You think a nap can fix it?”

He imagines Neil lying next to him, reading whatever fifth-hand, out of date, textbook on linear algebra or theoretical geometry he found at Goodwill last week; the cool, clean white sheets and pristine shower of a hotel room; waking up to Neil crouched by his side of the bed, telling him Kevin’s all ready found a spot he’s gonna love for dinner, they’ve gotta get moving. Andrew adjusts his cap and flips the bird to whatever asshole is behind them. Neil in his bed can fix a lot of things.

“If you’ve got AC.”

Neil huffs a laugh and turns back to the road, pulls out of his spot as smoothly as Andrew can sweep a ball out of the air. Andrew turns the air on and leans back in his seat, angled towards Neil; he spends the ride to the hotel thinking of that ring.

#anyways i wrote this thing to show neil having an AJM tattoo when they were married and then didnt even make them married. what.#end notes as always can be found on ao3 #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #aftg #aftg fic #aftg fanfic #all for the game #max.txt #max.fic #fic: bedside

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piers-wifey · 1 year

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Thanksgiving is around the corner..... So 👀... Stars Thanksgiving. Who's bringing what dishes? Where's it being held? Would you help them cook? Lots of potential chaos or family moments 🥺

I'm really sorry if this isn't good. I don't celebrate Thanksgiving where I live, so, I'm not sure if it's done accurately or not. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Also, I want to thank you and @aroseybearinlove for the inspiration and ideas. I wish y'all a happy Thanksgiving! <3

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• Since Barry has the biggest house and lots of space to accommodate so many people, the decision quickly fell on him

• Joseph, Chris and Forest are the first to show up at Barry's house, wearing matching sweaters and turkey hats. They refer to each other as Turkey#1, Turkey#2 and Turkey#3

• Moira and Polly love their silly hats and especially Forest's hilariously accurate impression of a turkey

• Chris claims that his impression is much more accurate than Forest's, resulting in them competing with each other for the best turkey impression

• Edward and Claire are helping Kathy in the kitchen with preparing the turkey and the desserts, as well as with cleaning up the dirty dishes afterwards

• Ed, being the softie he is, gives Moira and Polly some mini slices of Kenneth's homemade pumpkin pie and even lets them clean out the bowls

• Meanwhile Joseph, Forest and Chris try to sneak some bites, but Edward always catches them red handed and threatens to knock them out while swinging a spatula. Truly a terrifying sight, especially since that bear of a man is dressed in a pink apron with frills and flowers on it (He rocks the look tho)

• Because of that, Joseph calls him "The pink threat", a name that'll stick with him for the rest of eternity

• Kevin is put in charge of guarding the kitchen and keep the three out. At some point; however, Joseph almost managed to get him join him, Chris and Forest

• Unfortunately for them, Wesker caught wind of that and made them do a hundred push-ups, followed by fifty jumping jacks and another hundred sit-ups to teach them some self-control (And yes, they wore those turkey hats the entire time. Enjoy the mental picture)

• In the meantime Barry and Enrico set up the second table Enrico brought, while Kenneth and Richard set up the fireplace in the backyard to roast marshmallows and make s'mores later; something Richard is particularly looking forward to, hence why he and Bridgette brought all the needed ingredients

• You, Jill, Bridgette and Rebecca decorate the house and table and occasionally check on Edward, Claire and Kathy

• Brad, being one of the more responsible S.T.A.R.S. members and also surprisingly good with children, offered to take the girls to the playground for an hour or two, while the others get everything ready

• After everything's set and settled, everyone gathers at the dinner table, waiting for the turkey to be served. And while they're waiting, Chris, Joseph and Forest sing a little song they composed themselves, which the others gradually join in with

• Except for Wesker. But hey, at least he's not commenting on the improved lyrics that don't really make any sense, or the fact that none of them can actually sing

• When Kathy finally brings in the turkey, she is greeted by joyful cheers

• After dinner, everyone's sitting in the living room, either chatting with each other or playing board/card games. Moira and Polly will play some Mario Kart on Brad's SNES, or watch the little magic show Joseph has prepared for them, with Forest and Chris as his trusty assistants

• Those who don't have to drive will enjoy a glass or two or more of the whiskey Forest has brought, while the others either stick to coffee or lemonade

• Tipsy due to the alcohol and thanks to Claire's excellent taste in music - which comes in the form of music cassettes - the living room and kitchen soon become a dance floor. If you can even call Chris and Brad's wild jumping around "dancing"

• Edward and Claire show them how it's done right, and even Forest, who isn't sober himself, shows more talent at dancing than those two. Even though his dance partner Kevin is quite a klutz

• Wesker watches both teams with raised eyebrows, wondering how he ended up with such a chaotic bunch as subordinates and why he actually finds watching them go about their business so carelessly amusing and almost endearing

• Barry notices Wesker's slight smile and even manages to preserve it in a picture along with many other wonderful memories he will fondly remember

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Tag list: @mirandawesker @albertweskerxchrisredfield @ravenrune @dagrans @eviltothecore13 @silvevia @redcloversinaflowerfield @aurorapink10 @sassiest-captain @sevythebeanqueen

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cyclone-rachel · 2 years

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2022 Omniverse Rewatch + Episode Ranking

part 6: Arc 6

• I like that Looma is acknowledging that she’s going to settle for Ben. • That’s gross, you never do that in public. • Literally the "I'm cold, too." "well, damn, baby, I can't control the weather!" meme except Ben just shoves his jacket in her face. • Kimberly Brooks has great range too, I’m here for that • So did Ben just get two containers of nachos? • How many Sumo Slammers movies are there exactly? Okay, apparently there are 6. • Rayona’s got some moves • Love how this episode plays on the meaning of “catfight”, as in a fight between two women, but also there are actually cats involved. • Ester’s right. • Thank you, Rayona. • Sorry, “Argit boulevard”? • Is fishing a criminal activity? • Looma just casually rips off someone’s roof • And of course she had to say that. • That was clever of Rook. • Oh yeah that’s accurate. • Not under attack yet, anyway. • The Plumber badge has a video camera? • That is a very interesting visual metaphor. • You’re both teenagers, aren’t you? • They probably should have realized that on their own. • This is why they would never work as a couple. • Ben playing soccer is always fun. Guess he graduated to soccer from baseball? • Would not expect one soccer ball to cause that much destruction. • Legit thought he was voiced by Diedrich Bader. • Also he really does look like a Rob Liefeld character, it’s incredible. • And you would know a lot about that, wouldn’t you? • I’m glad they clarified it’s Screegit-free. • But Ben is famous. • Cannot believe people misunderstood that Gwen and Kevin were one person. • That seems like an exaggeration. • I see there’s some Ben 23 merch in his cart. • Also I like that he mentions the Unitrix and the Nemetrix! • This is Super Alien Hero Buddies all over again. • “fruity plan” that would not fly today. • Isn’t there a reboot alien called Slapback? • Also I guess they’re not gonna talk about that again. • Thank you, Ben. • Okay, it is a problem now • “jumping the root shark”, ha • Wasn’t he looking at the planet anyway? • Simian, you’re such an asshole. • I’m not gonna say who this character could very well be based on, but if you know, you know. • Couldn’t Ben point out that he wasn’t the one who signed the planet, and thus, Collectimus could just take the TV show Ben? • Although okay, I guess Collectimus was planning on taking him anyway. • The least subtle line ever. • Then where the hell are you from? • Collectimus was doing The Collector’s schtick before The Collector was. • Okay never mind, The Collector is cooler. • I love that they spelled “existed” wrong in the subtitles, like how he pronounced it. • I’m glad Ben apologized. • “I’ve dealt with collectors before” like when? • How many old shirts do you have? • That was very smooth. • Wait, does he know? • Also a very un-subtle line. • Okay, finally, we can actually go in the order Hulu has the episodes in, because it’s the same as production order. • Why so specific? • Captain Nemesis is such a sinister name. • Also I like them retroactively establishing Captain Nemesis as a hero Ben was a fan of in addition to Kangaroo Commando, as was the case in that one Ultimate Alien episode. • Yeah, Corey was the clear choice for this character, if one was going to do a recast. • That’s a very good pun. • The way he speaks is very interesting. • Also I think I mentioned this in my original liveblog, but I think it’s great that Christopher McDonald and Corey Burton, who play Captain Nemesis and Kangaroo Commando here, were also Jor-El and Brainiac respectively in Superman: The Animated Series, and they definitely had a significant interaction in that show. • HEY WAIT A SECOND, Yuri Lowenthal, who voices Ben obviously, has also voiced a Superman, so we’ve got a Jor-El, a Kal-El, and a Brainiac in this episode. Fantastic. • I thought that was supposed to taste good? Unless it’s only good for Revonnahganders • You’d think he would learn to take fights outside. • Ben sounds so tired. • He can definitely tell that’s staged, right? • Wait, is his name spelled with two Rs, or one? • Also Billy hired him in the first place? • I guess there are no other superhero teams in Bellwood to begin with. • Billy is so full of shit. • You just said he would remain nameless. • I guess he wouldn’t want Ben’s perspective on all of this, because we know Ben wants to be a genuine hero. • That’s not funny. • Can’t believe he actually said that. • Fuck. I love this Brainstorm fight scene. It’s so good. • Corey has so much range. • Ben getting his Spider-Man 2 moment. • I hope he got his jacket back later. • Can we please get a reporter in this universe who is unbiased and believes in Ben? Thanks. • And of course they’re gonna fall apart. • Awww, there were posters of Ben and Rook I guess. • Gosh, they’re literally watching paint dry. • Wow, they fired the shapes of their symbols into Billions Tower. • “Brainstorm was right” aw hell yeah. • And you finally admit it. • Cannonbolt falls with style. • And they never show up again. • “Vulpin yak wool” so they have yaks on the Vulpimancers’ home planet? • You maybe have that backwards. • Not a bad trap. • Well that didn’t take very long for the phone to lose battery completely. • That’s your idea of trouble? • Wait, he really does want socks? • Yeah, they really want to make it look like Jimmy is Spanner. • He would be a genius in the future. • Gosh, those portraits. • How do they know each other? • “pounding alien face meat” uh. Gross. But I’m glad it’s not meat anywhere else on the body. • “our priority needs to be Argit” yes, because Kevin would never forgive you if it wasn’t. • How many panic rooms does Argit have? • Yeah that is gross. • And how do you define “his time”? • Glad you finally asked that question. • Ben’s got some moves. • And apparently so does Argit. • Yeah, you still haven’t explained that. • And he doesn’t even stick around. • Well that’s not good. • So why did Spanner choose to interfere in this event? • Mood, Ben. • Really liking this use of the Proto-Tool. • That’s not a good idea. • How do you even wash that? • I didn’t even know he could speak. • Well, shit. • Oh, so that’s why he was there. • So does he use that later? I don’t remember. • She does look good in the red armor. • The Omnitrix looked real wonky there. • I guess they don’t already know who the Rooters are. • God, Charlie Adler is real good at creepy villain voices. • Yikes. Yikes. Yikes. • Oh, so at least they know. • You call that an interview? • What does that mean, exactly, in this context? • Way to go, Max. • Peak comedy right there. • Yeah, because “there hasn’t been a Phil in this body for years” • Like Ben keeps saying, he’s not a real Plumber. • Damn, Ben. • I guess they definitely don’t want to cooperate with him because he’s part Cerebrocrustacean. • Well that’s very cool. • So how far away is Kevin, exactly? • Also why are they still calling him an Osmosian? Although I guess that’s the kind of mutant he is. • YEAH ZED • That’s a nice car. • Very much an understatement. • So, kind of like the Forever Knights? Ish? • Conduit and crucible are very different things, probably. • It makes perfect sense that Argit is the source of Pierce’s powers. • He had a serious case of the flashbacks. • But you’re also a hero, and Ben’s best friend. Come on, Kevin. • Damn, she’s ruthless. • How dare you. • Oh no, Zed got left alone for the second time, that’s very sad. • So, basically the word for “we can’t use the word mutant on this show, so here’s the alternative” • He can’t understand himself? • What does that mean, exactly? • So why didn’t Max keep an eye on him when Kevin was a kid? • Oof, that makes them ending up in the Null Void worse. • And are they failed experiments? • Why does he have a lot of nerves? • It is interesting that Zed attacks Phil, given that Phil was the first recipient of the Nemetrix that Zed herself later wore. • Rob Paulsen fighting himself, love it. • Does that word really apply here? • Way to go, Rook. • Well, he’s gonna come back, obviously. • That’s an incredibly sinister ending. • Different sandwich this time. • Had no idea Diamondhead’s arms could be that long. • Yeah, that is good to know. • Skeuomorph, to my surprise, is a real word. • “Defeated by the superlative” is a good line. • Of course they were the Area 51 aliens. • Gosh, I wonder how Ben would react to that “storming Area 51” thing that happened a few years ago. • Okay, so funny thing, there’s actually an episode of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine where some of the main alien characters in that show are also “the aliens at Area 51”, and one of them (well, the character who tries to break them out, but ends up stuck with them anyway) is actually Odo, played by Rene Auberjonois, aka Azmuth in this series. • You know, Kate Micucci’s voice does fit perfectly for Luhley. • Also I love that all 3 Galvans are sitting in that one seat together. • I really need to know how the Galvans work, exactly. Also, he had his hat thing even then? • Blatant lies. • So Azmuth came back just that one time, and then he went into self-imposed exile on Xenon again? • 23rd class out of how many? • These idiots. • How is Max there? He’s not that old. • Does Max have a Hawaiian shirt-print ascot • These days, that guy would definitely be played by John Mulaney. • Would love to know your definition of peace. • Is that what the Galvan language sounds like? • That is kind of impressive. • Ah, there’s Paradox! Nice! I was wondering if Max had met him before. • Is this why he ends up hiring them and having them at the Plumber base? • Again, very blatant lies. • They got real lucky there. • Those lasers do look very cool. • Of course that’s what it means. • Yeah, you keep saying that. • Hell yeah Luhley. • “old nemesis Azmuth”? • Go inside, Ben. • Just get it up to the surface, if it’s gonna explode. • Thank you, Ben. • So, the planet getting destroyed is your idea of peace? • That many, really? • Good luck with that, guys. • These complete idiots. • Oh, Benevelon’s actor is an audiobook narrator? Wild. • Very interesting names. • Can’t you work out with the lights off? • Gross. • That can’t be good. • Didn’t remember it happening that early. • Okay, but he has to call it the Bro-to Tool. • Alright, different thing, same pun. • Is Ben going to get along with this version more, like brainless Azmuth in the season 4 finale? • Spoke too soon. • I do like Ben’s concern. • I also like that music. • Alien brain chemistry must be a fascinating thing to explore in this world, like how different aliens have different parts of their brains. • That smoothie is still new? • Good luck, Ben. • Has his name been said before? • Awww. • Are those even the same area of the body? • It does look like the Infinity Gauntlet. • Okay, Rook has a point. • He looks very different. • Just looked it up, “enneagon” is another name for a nonagon, or a nine-sided polygon. Cool. • Still can’t believe he’s named Liam. • Ooh, one of the fighters is a Piscciss Volann. Neat. • Would love to know more about that guy. • Also is that a blue Pyronite? • So you wanted you and your sovereign to die, as well as having centuries of brutal warfare? • Can’t believe Baumann and Pakmar are watching this fight. • Are The Worst’s species and Fistina’s species the same? Or are they just really similar? • Also in retrospect it makes sense that the two villains with “fist” in their names would be connected in some way. • Was it really that long? • She deserves it. • Gosh, they’re even calling him “Fistrook” now. • So they’re getting him back to normal, right? • Can’t believe he just brought that up out of the blue like that. • You have no memory of that because Ben literally recreated the entire universe. • You don’t look fine. • Does he really want that? • Also is he really your friend? • Not a terrible landing, all things considered. • That was a good line. • Also isn’t Fistrick just a regular guy? • So what, do they use “the Ben 10 defense” in this universe? • Love how he gets progressively angrier over the course of this montage. • You just had to jinx it, didn’t you? • Was he just supposed to let the universe be destroyed? • Did that just float out of his pocket? • Are there other universal courts? • I think it’s neat that this and the first part of the season 4 finale are the two episodes where noted “way-more-than-half-my-life/known-longer-than-my-kid” friends Corey Burton and Rob Paulsen are both included in the individual episode voice cast, and this one has them actually interact. • Sick burn, Rook. • Maybe talk about his good qualities? • One last witness? That was quick. • Are there any other exhibits? • Again, I just love this episode. • Why couldn’t he get that flavor right specifically? • You literally just said this was your first case. • This is the best joke. • Gosh, I love Vilgax twirling a part of his “beard” I guess you’d call it. • Sick hammer. • Way to make him feel worse about this. • Intergalactic law would also be fascinating. • “I would if I could but I can’t, so I…will, I guess.” • He doesn’t have three beings in his head. • This fight scene is so cool. • How would they even have five pieces of Taydenite? • Alan is a smol • Also I can’t believe he’s only been voiced by actors with the last name “Robinson”, or for that matter that two actors with that last name have been in this franchise but their characters were in different shows and don’t interact • Although also they’re both in The Owl House now? So that’s cool. Did Principal Bump and Hunter interact, I don’t remember. • And I like his hoodie. • Love his sarcasm right there. • Gosh, Kevin’s face. • Why does he think absorbing wood is a good idea? • I love how fire is drawn here, with Alan and his abilities. • That’s a bigger problem? • Savior of the universe, everyone. • I refuse to believe Kevin wouldn’t leave love letters for her. • Also how long have they really been dating? • Very smart, actually. • Good girl, Zed. • “experiments”, big yikes. • Okay I can’t remember which predator that is, but why is it attacking a city? Especially what’s supposed to be 5 years before Ben will be aware of it. Unless it’s fiction instead of the news or something. • I love the tiny Amalgams’ looks. • Did he give them their punny last names? • I like how Rook said his name there. • He’s probably lying there. • How did his attitude on Ben change so quickly? • You literally just missed him. • You’re talking like he’s already dead. • YEAH • Oh yikes • Hell yeah • Of course, it’s Feedback. • Don’t tempt him. • Just a kid who wants to have fun, yes. • He’s not wrong? • Servantis is such an effective villain. • Goddamn, Kevin. • The Rooters’ base, aka the “hates Ben” camp. • How many Kinecelerans have you seen, Argit? • And here’s one of them now. • I truly forgot one of the Way Bads came back. • How do you know that? • Glad they didn’t forget Pierce, even though he is still dead. • I don’t think it was safe in the first place. • Gross. • He couldn’t turn into a Celestialsapien back then. • Definitely sounds like one. • Yeah, he didn’t have any better role models, I guess, after Kwarrel. • Snot-rag is an insult Kevin used in the original series. • So Ben, Gwen, and Max just forgot about all of this? • Is it really? • Kevin, you can do better. • “Corona” that aged poorly. • And that was abrupt. • So they’re his failed experiments now? • That all makes sense. • Thank you, Argit. • You definitely did. • And that’s what you wanted to do? • You don’t sound relaxing. • So Ben gave him the scar? • You can use her real name; you all know each other. • I’m sure that would hurt. • Holy shit. • Very good use of Feedback’s powers. • You okay, Kevin? • Hell yeah. • Just destroy that chamber already. • Awwww. • That was abrupt. • That’s very cool. • Oh yikes. • Anyway, really love this episode too.

Arc 6 episodes ranked: 1. Universe vs Tennyson 2. Weapon XI, part 2 3. The Rooters of All Evil 4. Weapon XI, part 1 5. Collect This 6. The Vengers 7. Cough it Up 8. Blukic and Driba Go to Area 51 9. Catfight 10. No Honor Among Bros

Basic thoughts: Again, an interesting season to watch, kind of in a similar vein as arc 4? Like there’s 3 strong arc episodes, a really funny episode that builds off of things introduced previously and has great meta jokes, one of my favorite episodes of the whole show with great humor and a gorgeous fight scene, an episode that I personally have a soft spot for with another really good fight scene, and then a few episodes that are fine but I don’t really vibe with? I feel like again, we could have used another Rooters arc episode, but I do like the ones we got, and I know most people aren’t big fans of the Kevin retcon, but we got a really good villain and 2 great Kevin amalgam forms out of this arc, plus the return of some old friends and some new characters.

Original rankings: 1. Weapon XI, part 2 2. Weapon XI, part 1 3. Universe vs. Tennyson 4. The Rooters of All Evil 5. Collect This 6. The ‘Vengers 7. Catfight 8. Blukic and Driba Go to Area 51 9. No Honor Among Bros 10. Cough It Up

#rachel talks about stuff #ben 10 #ben 10 omniverse

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myaimistrue · 3 years

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written for @spnpocweek day two! prompt was “blue”

this is also posted on my ao3

“Y’know, I hate the Winchesters.”

Claire snorts, and Kaia just nods sagely as she continues sorting through the M&Ms for the blue ones. “I get that.”

“You know how many times they’ve fucked up my life? God, I hate them.” It’s funny, though, because even as Kevin says it, he doesn’t really mean it. He’s not sure how he feels about Sam and Dean exactly, but knows it isn’t hate—Kevin doesn’t think he hates anybody, anymore. It’s too exhausting. “Assholes,” He mutters anyway.

“Cas possessed my dad,” Claire says casually, like it’s the weather, not some seriously fucked-up family trauma. “That got my mom killed a little way down the line, but Jimmy had been gone for years—since the first apocalypse, I think? I don’t know, whatever. But Cas is human now, so he just has his body.” She raises her eyebrows at Kevin. “Honestly, dude, I think it’s hard to beat that.”

“It’s not a competition,” Kaia says.

“You’re just saying that because you wouldn’t win,” Claire retorts.

Kaia laughs, and then she and Claire are having a moment, all sweet and giggling and in love. Kevin feels a conflicting combination of both desperate longing and sharp irritation. He settles on taking another swig of his beer.

“But, hey,” Claire says after some undetermined amount of time, shaking Kevin out of his reverie of angst. “Hey, at least things are better now. No Heaven, no Hell, way less monsters to kill. I mean, it actually gets a little boring sometimes. That’s pretty fucking cool. We can do what we want.”

Kevin looks at her, the drunken smile on her face, and wishes he could feel that. Whenever he thinks about what the future might hold for him, it’s like a blank wall—he can’t get past the present moment. It seems impossible to, when he could die at any time. He probably will die sometime soon; it’s been too long since something went terribly fucking wrong for him.

“I think I want to go to college,” Kaia says. She’s still picking out all the blue M&Ms with a kind of focus only afforded to those that are deeply intoxicated. “There’s so much to learn.”

Claire pulls a face. “Boring. I wanna travel, and not just the way we travel to hunt. I wanna see everything. I want to see the whole fucking world.”

Kevin opens his mouth to contribute, and then closes it. What does he want? He can’t even remember what the answer to that question used to be. Probably something about going to Yale with all his AP credits in tow and eventually becoming the first Asian-American President of the United States—actually, he thinks, that was probably it. Kevin Tran for President. The idea’s pretty laughable now.

They all talk for a little while longer. The night ends with Claire telling a story about a vamp hunt gone wrong that has all of them struggling to breathe through their laughter, and Jody poking her head out of her bedroom and whisper-shouting them all off to bed. Claire and Kaia stumble away, still giggling, and Kevin settles back onto the couch, his bed for the night.

It’s nice that they’re letting him stay for a few weeks, he thinks. Jody had welcomed him with a warm smile and curt explanation of the house rules. No weapons, no fighting, and no sneaking out. He’d wanted to make a comment about being a grown man, but didn’t; if she was going to let an aimless prophet fuck-up hang around for a few weeks, he might as well be nice about it.

Kevin’s phone buzzes. It’s Mom.

Hope you’re having a nice time. Be safe. I love you.

His chest twists, and he shoots back a quick I am, I love you too immediately. It’s been good to get a little space from her this past week, but he knows how hard it is for them both to be apart, after everything that’s happened. It’s past midnight, now—she must not have been able to sleep.

He thinks about what Claire said. It’s true; things are better now. The hunting community seems to be back to whatever their weird normal was pre-Sam and Dean fucking everything up—at least their talent for that isn’t specific to Kevin himself. Sam and his way-too-cool-for-him wife Eileen have the bunker up and running as a kind of hub for hunters, and as far as Kevin can tell, it’s going really well. He has a permanently extended invitation to stay there for as long as he wants, help Sam with some of the translations; Sam, obnoxiously kind and residually guilty as he is, even said he could bring Mom along.

Kevin’s not sure about it. The last time he lived at the bunker, it didn’t exactly go well for him. But things are different now, and at least if he started translating, he could put all this weird knowledge in his head to use. He’s going to have to figure something out eventually. He can’t couch surf through the entire hunter network forever.

He sits up, head buzzing from the alcohol—he’s not much of a drinker, much preferring a joint to a beer, but Claire had said Jody didn’t like it when they smoked in the house. There’s a pile of blue M&Ms sitting on the coffee table where Kaia left them. Kevin pops a few in his mouth idly.

He’s been dead a few times. He’s come back to life a few times, and now, supposedly, it’s going to stick. He’s young. He can do whatever he wants. So what does he want?

Again, there’s that blank wall. So Kevin flips the lamp off and lays back down in the darkness, the taste of shitty beer and chocolate on his tongue. Maybe he’ll take up Sam on his offer. Maybe he’ll leave this whole thing behind, take Mom and go somewhere sunny, Florida or something. Hey, maybe he will be the first Asian-American President. Crazier things have happened.

#spnpocweek #kevin #kevin tran #claire #claire novak #kaia #kaia nieves #linda tran #linda #spn fic #supernatural fanfiction #del's writing

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sticking it - j. farabee

chapter 3

a/n: um, so, here’s this. enjoy it. there’s not much to say, just that this is super cute tbh and that farabee definitely knows his Megan :))

taglist: @butgilinsky @barbienoturbby @sunsetholland @lovenhlboys @sortagaysortahigh @hockey-racing-fubol @oopsiedoopsie23 @iwantahockeyhimbo @bbbbruins (if you want to be added, just let me know)

warnings: fluff, this chapter has a lot to do with mental toughness of an athlete, swearing, nothing else i can think of

sticking it masterlist

wc: 3.0k

BZ: hey, i’m outside whenever you’re ready

You grabbed your gym bag and made your way downstairs, finding Joel standing outside his car holding a smoothie and granola bar, “I figured coffee might not be the best thing for you right before practice, so I’m hoping you like smoothies.”

“You might be surprised how many times I made that mistake when I was younger,” you added walking closer to him, watching as he opened the door for you, “oh wow, a true gentleman.”

“I have to get on your good side. Especially if I want to see you in my jersey again,” he said before shutting your door, “do you have good music taste?”

“I like to think I do?”

“Ok, well you seem somewhat confident with that answer, so you can have aux if you want,” he handed over his phone that was already opened to Spotify. Unsure of what he would like, you decide to put on your pre-practice hype playlist that featured Kendrick Lamar, Childish Gambino, Chance the Rapper, and Meg Thee Stallion.

Deciding to just hit shuffle, ‘Captain Hook’ by Megan Thee Stallion was the first to play. You expect Bee to just sit there and let you play your music without objection, but you were shocked when you heard him say, “real hot girl shit.”

“Do you know the whole song or just that?” but as he continued to sing the rest of the song, with the obvious censorship, you were shocked to say the least, “wasn’t expecting that one.”

“I love Meg, not even going to lie to you,” Joel said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Don’t we all, don’t we all.”

Eventually the two of you made it to your gym, Joel bidding you a quick farewell and waited for you to get in the building before driving away. As soon as you entered the gym, you put your gym bag in your locker and joined Nicole and your other teammates on the floor. “Ok, ladies. For warm up today, we’ll be doing 15 minutes of running outside, two ab circuits, and two rope climbs. Nicole and y/n, we need to speak with you right after.”

“Not the ‘Nicole and y/n, we need to speak with you’,” Nicole said, getting her running shoes on.

“I’m more concerned about the cardio, babe,” you said, grabbing your running shoes from your gym bag.

The two of you were the first ones to finish the run, doing your ab circuits and rope climbs as quickly as possible, and went straight to Michelle and Marcus. “Alright, so, your performances at the American Cup were amazing and we’re super proud of you both. But with there being about two months until the US Classics, we want to make sure both of you are practicing safe routines, and safe landings especially,” Marcus said.

“Right now, we just want you two to get a few full out routines a week and marking the rest. Obviously, we will dedicate time to our dismounts and tumbling, etc., it’s just not safe to be going all out and overworking yourselves,” Michelle added,”Nicole, you’re free to go, you’ll be starting on bars with Coach Collins.”

Once Nicole had left, both Marcus and Michelle looked towards you, Marcus being the first one to break the silence, “we assume you heard about Kathryn working the dismount?”

Simply nodding in response, Michelle quickly spoke up,”look, we’re going to be honest with you right now. There is a possibility she isn’t going to compete it and just posted it to scare you, but we do know that you have been cleared to work on twisting dismounts, we just want you to start off doing a single full and the highest you’ll go this week is double twists. We’ll continue working towards the triple and eventually the 3.5, but we’re going slow and most won’t be an actual landing.”

“We have a plan in place we think will work, but you have to follow the plan. It’ll only work if you agree to pace yourself correctly,” Marcus added.

“So, we’ll start week 1 of 8, easing back into twisting. So, twisting drills, lots of twisting into the pit, but we stick with just doing fulls. Week 2 of 8, is going to be starting to work on twisting off the beam, we will just stick with 1-1.5 twists, maybe try a double, but nothing more. Week 3, is going to be getting doubles consistently, and maybe try a 2.5. Week 4, is consistent 2.5 twists and try more drills to get the triple twisting back. Week 5, we do the triples for real and getting them consistent. Week 6 will be working on getting back to doing 3.5 twisting. Week 7 and 8, will have less focus on beam and just work on getting everything else consistently in time for the Classic,” Michelle told you, showing the board that had all of this marked on there.

“Keep in mind, we are just working on getting the dismount back, but that doesn’t mean you only do beam, we have to do other events, too. And you have to follow this plan, do you understand?”

“Yeah, I understand,” you replied.

“Alright, today you start on floor and end on beam.”

…..

The first week was easy enough, you were just doing drills that you had been doing since you were younger, but you knew these next two months would not be as easy as you wanted them to be. Eventually, you had to start working towards the actual dismount. With week two, it was a lot harder than you expected. Although you were doing a skill you had had for years, the idea of doing anything similar to what hurt you still scared you.

Once you were able to get your single twists back consistently, it was onto adding more twists. By week three, you were working on double twists, which was something you used to do as warm-up and now here you were standing at the edge of the beam, unable to move towards the landing mat on the other side. You knew that if you didn’t get it at some point this week, it would push back the plan, which was something you couldn’t afford.

Somehow you got past doubles and 2.5, working triples by week 5. Week 5 consisted of doing the dismount into the pit, which was something you were able to do, but you were stuck in the same spot as you moved onto week 6.

At the start of week 6, Kevin took note of how you were getting home later than he was even after his practice. He took note that you seemed a lot less excited about going to practice, hardly talking to anyone, other than a few spare texts here and there. “Kev, you still planning on coming to the lake with us this weekend?” Carter asked, as the team headed back to the locker room.

“Yeah, I think so. I have to make sure y/n/n is okay though. She’s been overworking herself again and we all know what happened last time she did that,” Kevin replied. He was familiar with how you were able to invest so much time into your sport, and although he was happy that you were able to after so long, he knew that it could be your downfall.

“If she wants to take time off, there are enough rooms at the condo, she’s welcome to come. Plus, I’ll ask Teeks to bring Karly, so she has someone there,” Carter offered.

Kevin appreciated the offer, but he still felt bad. This was a ‘guys’ weekend that had been planned months ahead of time, but he also knew it was an amazing option for you to come and be away from the gym. “Check with the other guys first. I would feel awful ruining the plans we have.”

“Yeah, of course, I’ll ask them as soon as I can and let you know,” Carter answered just as Nolan, Travis, Morgan, and Joel walked into the locker room. He quickly called them over, “Ok, so Kev noticed that y/n/n has been overworking herself and is worried about leaving her here, would it be cool if she came with us? I already offered, but he wanted to make sure it was cool with you guys.”

A series of yes’ echoed through the group. “I can see if Karly wants to come, too, just so y/n/n doesn’t have to deal with all of us by herself,” Travis added, “I can tell Beezer is a little bit too happy about this one.” The group turned towards Joel, who was now sporting a huge smile on his face.

“Listen, I just like spending quality time with my team and their family. Team bonding, you know,” Joel replied.

“Mhm, that’s definitely it,” Nolan said rolling his eyes, “don’t forget the PowerPoint.”

As Kevin left the rink, he checked the time and realized now was the time that you were usually at lunch, he decided to head to the gym to talk to Michelle and Marcus. “Ah, Kevin, it’s so good to see you. Congrats on a good season so far,” Marcus stood up from his desk to shake Kevin’s hand.

“I need to ask something. I know y/n has been overworking and it’s concerning me. Now, I get if this might not be a mutual concern, but if it is, I wanted to ask if she could have the weekend off?” Kevin said.

“Oh my god, please get her out of here. I know if we let her, she would sleep here, but right now, she needs to play it safe or else she’ll get hurt,” Michelle said as she walked through the office door towards the pair.

“Would the lake be playing it safe or no?”

“As long as she doesn’t follow after you and your friends, she’s making somewhat smart choices,” Marcus said.

“That’s valid, I respect it. I’m coming to pick her up from here tomorrow morning during her private lesson with you guys,” Kevin said, to which both of your coaches nodded.

After making some more small talk with your coaches, Kevin made his way back down to the parking lot, running into just the right person, “Nicole, I need a favor.”

“Oh, hey, Kev. How are you? I’m great, thank you for asking. What’s up?”

“Can you possibly sneak into y/n’s apartment tomorrow while she’s at her private lesson and pack her a bag for a four day trip to the lake?”

“Oh, thank God, you’re getting her out of here. And yeah, of course. She’ll get here at 7, so what time do you plan on leaving your place?”

“Well, she’s supposed to be here til 10, so I’ll leave at like 8:30, so just drop the bag off at mine?”

“Yeah, that works. I’ll see you then.”

…..

Shortly after you left for practice, Nicole made her way to your apartment. You had given her a spare, so she had a way in. She quickly grabbed all your hair stuff, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and then 5 outfits, 4 swimsuits, socks, shoes, and anything else she thought you might need.

She made sure to water your plants before leaving towards Kevin’s apartment. Knocking on the door, Nolan was the one to answer, “Hey, Nic.”

“Hey, Nol. I come bearing gifts - well if you consider all my friends stuff I took from her apartment to give her a break from her stubborn self - then Merry Christmas.”

“Nicole, thank you so much. I owe you one,” Kevin said as he rounded the corner.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m here to help her out,” Nicole stated simply,”her chargers are in the side pockets and everything else is in the main part of the bag. Ok, I have to go now, have fun this weekend.”

Nolan and Kevin got the rest of their necessities together before jumping into Kevin’s car and heading to your gym. Michelle was the one to let the pair into the gym, having locked the doors for the private lesson.

They took their time, watching as you were working on some drills with Marcus, but when Marcus’ eyes found Kevin’s he stopped what he was doing. “Hey, look. You’ve been working yourself a little bit too hard recently, so we’re letting you take this weekend off,” Marcus said, guiding you towards Nolan and Kevin.

“I don’t need time off, I’m fine. I- what are they doing here?”

“You’re going with them to the lake for the weekend,” Marcus continued guiding you closer to them, knowing you would try to make a run for it.

“Hey, y/n, we have a bag packed for you already, so c’mon,” Nolan said, calmly.

“I’m not going,” you protested.

“You’re going,” Kevin said, walking closer to you before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Nolan picked up your gym bag from the ground and followed behind Kevin.

“Guys, what the hell? This is like kidnapping or something?”

“We love you,” you heard Michelle say as Kevin made his way out of the gym with you on his shoulder. As soon as you got to the car, Nolan opened the backseat doors and Kevin pushed you in there. You assumed that as soon as they left you would be able to just open the door and run, but you were quickly denied that option when you saw that the child locks were still on.

“The child locks? Seriously?”

“We knew you’d run. C’mon, your coaches said you needed to stop working so hard, so it’s not just us saying it. Now we have about a four hour drive, so I say either sleep or just go on your phone, but please just take this time off peacefully,” Kevin said.

“How am I supposed to do this peacefully when you kidnapped me?”

“Ok, well, that sucks. But Karly is coming too, so you can rant to her when you get there.”

“Bee will be there, too,” Nolan interjected.

“Thanks for the warning.”

“Don’t act all tough, sweetie. Not all of us are blind,” Nolan said, looking towards Kev.

“I’m not blind, I just choose to ignore it,” Kevin replied.

…..

“So, you and y/n, huh?” Karly asked Joel while Travis and Carter were over by the grill, Morgan still inside unpacking.

“I mean I don’t know,” Joel responded honestly.

“Do you want there to be?” Karly quickly took note of the slight blush and small smile that gathered on his face.

“I wouldn’t object, if that says anything,”Karly laughed at the fact that both of you had similar responses to the same question, “what? Did I say something bad?”

“No, hun, no. You both are just a lot alike, that’s all. I think you’d be good for her though, she deserves something good in her life.”

“Yeah, I agree with you on that one,” Joel said, hearing his phone go off, “oh, guys, they’re here, but they need help with their bags.”

As the boys made their way outside to go help with bags, Karly waited inside for you to come in, only to see Kevin carrying your sleeping form with Joel following close behind with your bag.

“Awe, babe. Did you see Bee carrying y/n/n’s bag? That’s so cute,” Karly said when Travis returned.

“Awe, babe, how come you never carry my bag?” Travis said, only earning an elbow to the rib from Karly.

“y/n has been out most of the way home, so we honestly don’t know when she’ll be up,” Nolan said, walking towards the pair.

…..

Shortly after dinner was served, the group made their way close to the deck, Joel quickly finding a spot on the hammock after pushing Morgan off. Travis and Karly sitting near the edge of the water, Morgan sitting right next to the hammock near his best friend, and Nolan, Carter, and Kevin standing and talking.

You had woken up in the familiar room of the condo, quickly changing into comfier clothes and attempting to find the others in the house. When you saw that the house was silent, you quickly came to the assumption that everyone was near the docks, so you got a bottle of water and made your way over there.

“Ah, sleeping beauty has finally arrived,” Travis said, seeing you make your way towards the group.

“Fuck off, dude,” you yawned, “I was tired.”

“Awe, poor baby,” Joel said from the hammock, earning an eye roll from you.

“Bee, you’re in my usual spot right now, I would watch it if I were you.”

“You’re free to join me,” he said, a smirk evident in his voice.

“Oh, wow, the girls are fighting,” Morgan’s voice could be heard from beside the hammock.

You eventually made your way over to the hammock after those on the deck started their conversation up again, “Bee, can I sit by you?”

“Awe, babe, I am going to need to speak up,” Joel said, cockily.

“I’m not doing that again,” you said, walking towards the hammock and quickly pushing the hammock to the side, which caused him to fall out, “awe, babe, it looks like you fell.”

You quickly got back up on the hammock, expecting him to push you over the way you did him, but were shocked when he simply laid right on top of you, his head on your chest and arms wrapping around you, “plot twist,” he said, softly.

“Your face is in my boobs right now,” you stated, causing him to lift his head to look at you, you kept one of your feet towards the ground to keep the hammock moving.

“Your heart started beating faster when I laid down, so either you’re about to have a heart attack or I make you nervous. But honestly, if you want me to move though, I will.”

“No, no. You’re fine,” you spoke softly as he rested his head against your chest once more, your hand finding its way towards his head to play with his hair.

“Hey, we are still over here by the way,” Kevin yelled towards you two.

“Kev, stop. They’re adorable, let them be,” Karly quickly scolded him.

“I’m just going to move, so that way I’m not third wheeling again,” Morgan grumbled.

#sticking it #joel farabee #joel farabee x reader #joel farabee imagines #philadelphia flyers #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #joel farabee x gymnast!reader

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all set | eren x reader

a/n: this is a story in the making, currently available at AO3 and Wattpad. If you like it, please don't hesitate to give me some kudos, leave a comment or maybe follow me on my social media! <3 Any feedback is highly appreciated since I'm just getting started!

pairing: eren yeager x female reader

tags: mature content, alternate universe (modern setting), college/university, recreational drug use, implied sexual content, M/F, F/F, the author is not religious lmao

word count: 4.3k

current chapters: 2/?

playlist: this one was made with a particular playlist in mind. they are really great songs that help to convey this chapter, so I hope you have a time to check them out! :)

a. slomosa - kevin b. upsahl - drugs c. rosenfeld - like u d. kaiba - overdose e. lil kapow - tinman f. bodega - how did this happen!?

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all set

I lost count of how many parties I went to this week. There was one at Shina, another at... Sasha's. Wait, was it? Or Ymir's? Honestly, both their houses look fairly similar and we always see the same faces over and over again, regardless of where we are getting wasted. Definitely two at my house. The timeline is blurry at this point. If my liver could talk, it would spit out "Screw you, Eren." and I wouldn't be able to disagree.

Classes will start next week so everyone is acting like we're going to stop doing all this for the rest of the semester. That never happens.

I barely enter Reiner's house and the music is already piercing my head. My ears will soon tell me to go screw myself too. The bass was loud. But it was good.

— Hey, finally — Reiner says, giving a hard slap in my back. I can't even get mad at him because he probably didn't mean for it to hurt. Fucking strong bastard.

— Sorry. Lost track of time.

— You know where the things are — he leaves me behind and disappears through the noisy music.

It's hot inside. August has been particularly cruel this year. I'm using a black t-shirt, which is luckily pretty thin, and my black Adidas pants that are somewhat breathable. My hair is in a bun. I will probably be sweating soon, though. Reiner's AC won't do miracles with this amount of people since it is specially packed today. I guess I might see some new faces tonight, huh.

This fact already makes things more interesting.

I walk through the room and then arrive in the kitchen. Connie and Sasha are there.

— Eren!! — I barely open my mouth to talk and Sasha is already giving me whatever weird drink they made. Their drinks sometimes are... unusual, for the lack of a better word. Most of the time they are simply pure shit. They call it scout's fuel, always the same name regardless of what's inside. Maybe that's why my liver hates me so much.

— Thanks — I'm already used to the goddamn gasoline taste — I guess you both want to get us wasted tonight.

— It's our personal mission, so enjoy the fuel — Connie says laughing, raising his plastic cup. I love this duo – who doesn't? – and I can't help but laugh with them, even though it tastes so bad — Everyone is already here, come on — I follow them and find all the familiar faces I've seen all week: Bertholdt, Historia, Ymir, Mikasa, Annie, Armin, Jean, everyone.

The girls look hot, even though I'm used to them. Either way, I avoid hooking up with my friends since the last time didn't work so well. It's better to avoid Mikasa today.

We all sit together while drinking. I light a joint I had already prepared at home and say — Am I crazy or is Reiner's party bigger than usual? —, releasing the smoke a few seconds after. This one is the best grass we could get around our area, I've saved it primarily for today and now I see that might have been a great decision on my part. I'm glancing through the room and looking for some girls, might share this shit with one - or a few - of them later.

— Thank god, I was tired of seeing your ugly faces every fucking time — Jean says. The girls look at him and he rushes to add — I mean, the boys, of course. It's always nice looking at all of you, ladies.

It's not enough to avoid Annie's kick anyway — We can say the same of you, horse face.

Reiner arrives at the perfect time and explains — Since the new semester starts Monday, news about today traveled fast and we got a lot more company than usual.

— Do you know all of them, Reiner? — Historia asks — I've talked to a bunch of them tonight and there are people from all over the campus and from all years as well — Historia always looks pretty, her blonde hair shining even in the low light of the party. Guys make a line to talk to her at all parties so there's no surprise that she's already familiarized with the whole scenario. I wonder what Ymir thinks of it. Probably followed her during this little field trip.

— Hell, no — he grabs the joint of my hand and sucks deeply — I know some of them and some are Bertholdt's friends but there are some random people.

— I bet Reiner knows a lot of the girls — I take my joint back from his fingers — I assume they aren't Bertholdt's friends, though — and grin.

— Hey, I don't see you with any new company either, dude — Bertholdt tries to grab my weed as well, but I avoid his advances. He instead grabs my cup and drinks all of it, leaving me empty. He makes a funny face at the taste. Suit yourself, man, I think to myself, laughing on the inside.

— Yeah, but I'll work on it in a sec — I tease him knowing that he can't handle much of Sasha and Connie's fuel. He always knocks out before everyone. I hope he realizes he needs to stay awake to try anything with Annie. Someday. He simply never gets there.

Hange arrives almost falling over Ymir and spilling her drink on the floor in the process — I think we should all make a toast and make this last party a wild ride!!! — her yelling stabbing us louder than the music.

— Bitch, you are this fucking drunk already? — Ymir says to her, holding Hange's weight on her back — What the hell did the gasoline duo do to you?

— Okay okay, enough with the questions, let me fill your cups because this is the night! — Sasha says, just pouring all that mystery liquid that soon will go straight to our heads — Also, Reiner, where's the food?

We raise our plastic cups and Connie yells — To the new semester! — and we drink, feeling the immediate burn on our throats. It's hard being a scout.

— I need to get laid today — Jean says as he lays his back on the couch — Gonna arrive for the classes pretty motivated next week — he then rests his left arm at the back pillow, behind Mikasa's head.

— You should start roaming, then — her cold delivery puts Jean's subtle attempt at flirting six feet under the ground, as usual. It was pretty damn quick, but I could notice Mikasa glancing at me and then looking the other way. Yeah, I think I need to start roaming soon, too.

— That sounds great, then let's do that!!! — Hange grabs Jean by the arm and they disappear amongst the crowd.

— When all this fun ends, I'll be the one who will probably have to take him home after he gets slapped by some girls — Armin and Jean live with me so we normally go back together. Armin is the responsible one between us, which is not exactly hard considering how Jean and I are — Gonna at least drink some beer before that happens.

— I'll go with you, this drink sucks — Annie says, finishing the drink anyway and following him. We always drink the last drop of it, we never learn.

The girls went dancing, the music was exceptionally good today. A lot of bands I already liked plus some I have never heard before. I need to remember to ask Reiner for this playlist later. Connie was already surrounded by a different group, everyone likes to talk to him. He is popular. The rest dispersed as well and I could hear Hange's screams far away. This is going to be a night for her, indeed.

I start walking around, meeting a lot of people from my classes and others from the campus in general. I talk to all of them and drink a lot in the process, which feeds my need for nicotine every time. I grab my pack of cigarettes and while smoking, I see Levi.

— I must be dreaming — I say, letting the smoke leave my lips with a smile. It reaches him and looks at me with a deadly expression. He is smoking as well, but he only admits one specific brand of cigarettes and hates all the others. Levi usually doesn't show up at these "brat" parties, as he likes to say, since he's a few years older than us. I normally see him at Shina's, which is a popular club slash bar near our university. He's the owner so we all met him there, after going so many times. Shina has the best parties and the best drinks of all the clubs near us. And it couldn't be any other way, since Levi is a perfectionist. There's also a small stage there, where indie bands perform from time to time. My band does some gigs there sometimes.

— Hey — he replies, as cold as ever. He's Mikasa's cousin, so they have the same expressions and hard-to-approach vibe — Already high, I see.

— Always. In fact, today I hope to be higher than usual. What miracle brings you here?

— Some people from the staff decided to come here today so there are fewer brats to piss me off — he drinks what's probably a high priced whiskey and continues — and there's a new girl at the club so we have been showing her the area for a few weeks now.

— There's a lot of new girls here today — although I know Levi doesn't give a crap.

— So? — yeah, he doesn't.

Levi is a pretty successful business owner and even I have to admit that he's hot – is not only common knowledge but a mutual agreement between everyone –, so girls are always trying to get him, but he doesn't screw most of them. He doesn't fuck brats, period. He says he doesn't have the patience. That makes the girls even more desperate. He has the highest standards of every guy I know. When he was still in university – the same we all go –, he screwed not only the hottest girls but also the professors - which went after him and not the other way around. At least that's what I've heard. I think Levi never had to actively look for any girl, to be honest.

I can only laugh at his reply. That's just so him.

— If you want more stuff than what's already in your system, Floch is over there.

— I want, actually. I was going to look for him — I see Floch's red hair among some folks. Floch is usually as busy as Connie but with less than half of the charisma.

He finishes his cigarette, blowing its last white smoke into the air, and we both hear a loud HELL YEAH!! coming from all the other way across the room — Tsk, is that Hange?

— Pfft, it was before, I think it's Sasha now — he doesn't laugh at my reply. He never does. I think hell would freeze while heaven catches on fire.

I think about the music again. It's so good today, what the hell — Hey Levi, don't you think this playlist is too high quality for a Reiner party? I don't get it, his music taste is always pure trash.

— That's from our new girl — he drinks the last drops of his whiskey and starts to leave — You might find her around here — he then suddenly stops and looks at me — Don't get your hopes up, though.

I am not able to ask what he meant by that because he leaves too quickly. Time to look for Floch.

— Hey, Flo-

— Here.

— You didn't even let me finish.

— I know what you want. You are not in the mood for cocaine so you want MD instead, blah-blah-blah-blah. Is that kind of night — he pauses for mere seconds — Am I wrong, Eren?

— Nope, right as usual — Floch is the main person you go to when you need drugs. I mean, good drugs. He looks like your standard rich boy – which he is, by the way – that can do no wrong, but you can get the best stuff from him. I've always found this funny. The weed I have today was his work. He knows my taste well.

Reiner's frat house is huge, so there's plenty of room to walk. I'm approached by a bunch of girls on the way but for some reason, none of them piques my interest. I am pretty set on going after something new today and I have no problem getting laid. It happened every single day this week and it truly happens anytime I want. Which, okay, boosts my ego a little bit. Maybe a lot. I might even have hurt some girls in the process. I was never slapped though, unlike Jean. So that's a win in my book.

I see a few of my friends again, mainly Historia and Reiner, and they are talking to a girl I've never seen before.

She has long black hair and short messy bangs, the kind that goes a little above the eyebrows. I didn't know black hair was my thing until now. Her face has the perfect features, at least for me. She's wearing a sleeveless white top that is so tight that hugs her figure perfectly and makes her breasts look amazing. That type of top that shows the girl's side boob, and I'm a total sucker for those. It is also short so you can see a bit of her waist. And I don't even have to see her ass because I already know it is probably too damn good. Her light blue ripped jeans are cool as well and she has black sneakers. I like her style. She has a bunch of tattoos - a lot on her right arm, one on her left hand, and probably some that I couldn't see because they were behind her clothes. I intended to, though.

Fuck, she's hot.

Historia looks mesmerized talking to her, which is a very privileged view from where I stand because, as I've already said before, she is also beautiful. But she isn't exactly hot. This girl is. Way too much. Oh, and Reiner is there too. Whatever.

I can see a lot of guys want to approach her but none of them do. I went for it. Wasn't this night supposed to be wild?

— Hey, Eren! Guess what, Y/N is the new DJ at Shina! I was telling her how we go there all the time.

— Hi, Eren, nice to meet you — she says, with that kind of smile that people who know they are hot make. I do that too.

— Hey, Y/N — I say. And as I told you seconds before, I'm good with that type of smile as well so that's what she gets — Levi told me he came with the staff and a new girl, so I suppose that's you.

— Yeah, I'll start there next week.

— I talked to him about the party's playlist because I knew it couldn't be Reiner's.

— Yeah, it's Y/N's. She prepared it for the party when I invited the guys from Shina yesterday. We were in the same high school. — Reiner says that looking at me with a face that shows "See that, dickhead? I've known her for some years now".

— It's pretty good! I can't wait for the next party at Shina's to see your set! — Historia was always an angel.

REINER, WHERE'S THE REST OF THE ICE, MAN??, someone screamed far away.

— Shit. Catch up with you later, Y/N.

Too bad, huh, Reiner? He gives me a look that I can't quite figure out what it is, but I know for sure it wasn't a look of support. In the fucking slightest.

— I think Ymir is calling me as well, sorry!! — It was painfully obvious that Ymir wanted to make out with Historia for some time now. They never did. I think only Historia hasn't realized yet that Ymir is thirsty for her for god knows how long.

After Historia left, there was only me and her — So, by any chance, do you go to the same university as us? You look our age but Levi said you are new here — I tried asking this without looking at her body, but looking at her face was even worse. Her eyes were piercing me in the best way possible.

— I'm not exactly new, I'm from the same uni as you guys, but I took a gap year — she takes a sip of her drink — You probably never met me but I'm in the same year as you all are now.

Since Reiner knew her from high school, he also knew she was at the same university all along and never told any of the guys. Smart fucker.

— So that makes you a year older than me — I smirk at her.

— I guess it does — she smirks back as she lights up a cigarette and blows the smoke at me.

Ok, looking good so far.

I'm pretty high at this point, the MD and the music are making me horny, so I don't even bother to pretend that I'm not looking at her body. I'm looking at everything.

— You took something, didn't you?

— Do you want some? I can show you later where to get the best stuff. Anything you are in the mood for.

— I'm all set — she shows me her tongue and I see the acid. The view makes my own tongue feel lonely, maybe I should use it to steal that from her mouth. I hope she's horny as well.

We talk a lot about music since it's something that we both enjoy. She's passionate about it, I can tell. She asks about my band with true interest. Doesn't sound like small talk. She touches her hair and it makes me want to stuff my face in it. She has the smile that makes you want more. Her voice has the same effect.

The loud music allows us to talk near each other's ears. I hope she moans as loud as her playlist. The girls usually love my hair for some reason, either if it's in a messy bun as it is right now or if it's loose. They all love my green eyes too. She can see all that with somewhat detail since we are so close, even though it is a little dark here. If I take you to a room you can see me better, I almost blurb it out. I can see her too and that kills me.

She looks receptive to me but normally at this point I would be already hooking up with the girl. This time it isn't happening. I never have to work so much. I think I understand why the other guys didn't approach her before. She's a little intimidating to talk to, and that comes naturally to her – it doesn't seem to be on purpose. I flirt with her the way I normally do but she is hard to get, she hits every ball I throw. I remember what Levi said before. Oh, right.

But I'm vibing way too much at this point, I think if I touch any part of her I'll get hard immediately.

— This gap year you've mentioned... Did you go anywhere specific?

— I know it will sound cliché, but I went to Europe.

— Where in Europe?

— Everywhere — she says — I went down — the corner of her lips forming a smile — And up. Everywhere. — and I can swear she sounds flirtatious as hell. I want to bite her lip.

— That sounds... Awesome. — I think she wants to bite me too, or at least I hope she does — Was there any particular reason to leave? If that's not too much to ask.

— Hm, I was kinda... — she stops to think for a few seconds as she holds her hair up and makes a ponytail, looking at the ground, the cigarette glued to her now closed lips. Her neck became exposed, it looks soft as hell and I can't wait to bruise it. She releases the smoke, that flows into the room, and looks deep into my eyes, as deep as I want to be inside her right now — ...stressed.

I reach my limit at this point.

— I can help you with the stress if you want.

— Really? — she's looking at me with the same teasing look and I'm doing the same, so we both know that's not a question I have to answer. Her tongue quickly passes through her top lip, her mouth forming a little wet smile — I don't think I need any help though.

I threw the ball and she hit a home run. My team was out.

I was not expecting that.

We hear some of the guys from Shina calling for her — Oh, they are calling me — Y/N looks at me again and says — See you around, Eren — giving me the same fucking grin I wanted to bite before.

She walks away and I see that her ass is, as I suspected from the very beginning, too damn good.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

After this, some time has passed. I look at the clock. Yeah, maybe a lot. I couldn't tell before because I'm drunk and drugged. I see most of my friends, all fucking wasted. Armin is holding up pretty well, Bertholdt's is knocked down for God knows how long, Mikasa probably smoked way too much weed (who am I to judge?) and looks dead on the couch. I don't see Ymir, Historia nor Reiner - there are too many people in this house to keep count. Sasha's eating something in the kitchen, I can't see what it is, but certainly, she got hungrier than normal after smoking some pot Connie gave her. Connie always holds his drinks well, he's still talking to a lot of people. I pass in front of one of the bathrooms and Hange is there, getting everything out of her system. Oh, and Ymir. There she is, holding Hange's hair, looking as pissed as ever. Levi probably went home hours ago. Jean is making out with some chick, he's going to score tonight. To be fair, he always does, but never with Mikasa.

I saw a lot of pretty girls today and I went for none of them. They tried and I shut them down, even the ones I normally fuck. There's someone I want to taste tonight and she's nowhere to be found. The guys from Shina are missing too, so I know I won't see her today anymore. Damn.

I'm not pissed at her but I'm pissed at the situation.

— Armin, I think I'm going to take off, are you coming?

— Yeah, I'm already pretty tired — he gets up — Jean's probably going to stay here.

— Yep. Probably. — Am I pissed that Jean's getting laid? Even though I could have as well? With someone else, at least? My mood feels off.

— I'm going with you too, I've lost count of how many assholes I had to shut down today. I think I even punched a few — I don't have to look to know that's Annie speaking — You were right, Eren, is it especially crowded today. In the shittiest way possible.

— Then let's go.

— Wait, I need to get my bag first, I left it in Reiner's room.

— I can get that for you, wait up.

— It's a black one. Small.

I sign a thumbs up for her and climb the stairs. I am hundred percent sure I'm going to see someone fucking there but that's the usual. I'm pretty sure I've already seen some people screwing in the corner of the living room minutes before. No one cares.

I open the door and see Y/N in her underwear, putting her white top back on. She does indeed have other tattoos.

— Hey there! — she says smiling, as she also puts her jeans back up, making little jumps so they pass through her ass. Her hair is not in a ponytail anymore.

I say hi in a confusing way.

— I came here to get my friend's bag — I look around for milliseconds like I don't know where the hell I am until I see Reiner lying - clearly naked - under his sheets. Can't be anyone else, with that bleached hair and huge biceps.

What? Ahn?

Hey... Wait a second.

Historia? Clearly naked as well? What. The. Hell. I guess she's not exactly the angel I thought she was?

They are sort of awake, sort of sleeping, kinda like on a different planet. You know, the type of thing that happens after a really strong fuck? That sort. They look exhausted. They look destroyed. And not in a bad way. AT ALL.

— Oh, I saw a bag before. Here you go — she gives me Annie's bag. She's all dressed now. She notices my confusion, I'm too high to act any other way — I've told you I don't need any help — her eyes piercing mine for the hundredth time tonight. Her smile hurts now. Ouch.

She grabs her sneakers and walks towards me and the door:

— I'm all set.

She leaves the room as I hold Annie's bag.

Yeah. I was not expecting that.

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Thanks for reading (if there's even anyone here lmao). Chapter 2 will be uploaded later but it can be read now at AO3 or Wattpad.

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years

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i dreamt of you all sumer long;

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 2,607

Warning: angst with a happy ending :)

Summary: based on the song ‘betty’ by taylor swift except bucky ain’t no cheater.

a/n: i dedicate this one to all my fellow swifties. betty was an instant favourite as soon as i first heard it when folklore came out. it has been begging for me to write a fanfic inspired by it and now it’s finally out and i’m really happy about it. hope you like it. please leave a comment & like :)

He stood on the doorstep of your house, with a bouquet of pink roses in his hands and a hood over his head. A little tipsy and full of sorry. “You can always turn around," the voice in his head whispered just a few minutes ago when he stopped at a streetlight illuminating his path to the street he had passed a million times before.

But now that he was standing in your front porch light of this cozy little house he had grown to know as if it was his second home before the avalanche this summer was, the feeling was finally sinking in.

“Have you seen Bucky?”

“No, I thought he was with you.”

“Well, he was but then Steve asked me to dance and he just… disappeared.”

“Maybe he went to the bathroom?”

“Yeah, I’ll just try to call him again. Thanks, Nat.”

You searched for him in the halls and within the classrooms but there was no sign of him. You knew that Bucky hated the crowds and he always tried to avoid them. But Bucky knew how much this dance meant to you and how long you had been looking forward to this night. You put on your best dress and makeup for him tonight and you wanted to sway to your favourite song with him. He promised that he would try to make this night an incredible one for you. He seemed to have forgotten that promise because he wasn’t even answering your calls or texts to let you know where he was hiding.

You went to the boys’ locker room and what you saw was a bullet right in the centre of your heart. Bucky had his lips on a classmate of yours’ with his back pressed against the locker.

“Bucky…?”

He drew this moment out in his head after weeks of yearning for the way your lips tasted when you used to kiss in his car and downtown bars. And the pattern of your braids that adorned the view of you under the sunset, and the star-shaped traces of his fingers around your scars.

The only thing he wanted to do was make it up to you.

Bucky was a deer caught in headlights when he heard your meek voice calling out his name. He was too stunned by the act she had just caught him off guard with. He was on his way to somewhere less congested to calm himself down because the crowds always evoked the anxiety in him and Steve had asked her to dance when her favourite song was playing from the far side of the gym when he heard the sound of cries from the locker room. He couldn’t help but approach the sound, he really should’ve kept walking instead of interfering. He saw her sitting on the bench in her dress with a tissue in her hand and sobbed.

“Hey, you okay?”

“James… What are you doing here?” She looked up with her swollen eyes.

“I was on my way to the library but I heard someone was crying so I had to check it out.” He scratched the back of his head. “Maybe I should’ve given you some space instead…”

“No, it’s okay. Thank you, James.” She smiled. “Wanna sit?”

“…Yeah, sure.” He doubtfully accepted the offer. “What happened?”

“Kevin broke up with me over the phone while I was on my way to the dance and he came with Cecilia.”

“Jeez, what a dickhead.”

“Yeah, I knew he and Cecil had been fooling around behind my back for months but he always told me that I was being crazy and that I have to trust him more, and I always believed him until tonight he showed me what a jackass he actually is.”

“Hey, he doesn’t deserve you. You should be with someone who loves you and treats you better.” Bucky was never one to give good advice or comfort to his friends but his mama raised him to be a gentleman and to treat a girl like a queen. She always reminded him that if he ever broke a girl’s heart, she would beat his ass.

She smiled, “thanks, James. You’re really sweet.”

He nodded, “well, I should go. Y/N might be looking for me.”

“…Right, you are with Y/N.” For a moment there, she forgot that he and you were the school’s favourite couple.

“Yeah, so, you’ll be okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me.”

He got up and started walking toward the exit when he heard her call his name. “James…”

He turned around to see her on her feet already when she threw herself into him and startled him by pressing her lips onto his and pushed him onto the locker as it rattled with the pressure of his body against it. He was too dumbfounded to get her off of him when he heard your voice, “Bucky…?”

He could hear the music emanating from within the house as another of his classmate passed by, bumping his shoulder to get through the entrance. Another one of your stupid friends, he used to say, and you used to chide at him for that. But now he felt like he was the biggest idiot. "You got this, don't be a fucking coward." He braced himself.

So he showed up uninvited and his eyes scanned every corner of the room, seeking for that one face that haunted his dreams all summer long. Will you have me? will you love me? Will you kiss me? The lingering questions loomed over his head like a heavy cloud. What if you told him to go fuck myself instead? If you kissed me, will it patch you broken wings? He was only seventeen, he didn’t know anything but he knew that he missed you.

You greeted each one of your friends who came to your birthday party. You were grateful for another year and your friends whom you consider your second family. You were the type of person who was friends with everyone even though you only considered Natasha as and Wanda as your best friends, your most trusted confidants, they were the ones who stitched you back together after you caught Bucky cheating… Or at least that’s what you thought.

So you invented the whole school to your party and almost everyone came. The jocks, the popular girls, the nerds, even some of your seniors were there too. Your house was packed with high school kids dancing, drinking and laughing… But there was something missing.

He should’ve been there with you. He should’ve been the one standing right beside you when your schoolmates were singing happy birthday to you. He should’ve been there to kiss you and hold you after the party was over and everyone had gone home. But he wasn’t. Because you thought you knew someone and you thought someone loved you but sometimes you’re just enough for them and they would go looking for excitement in somewhere else.

“Y/N! Wait a minute, would you listen to me?!”

“I’ve heard enough. Most importantly… I’ve seen enough.”

“No, you don’t understand, she kissed me! She was crying and, and, I was trying to comfort her and we talked and the next thing I knew she kissed me!” He frantically explained through his ragged breaths.

“But did you stop her?”

He was silent. What the hell was he supposed to say? He couldn’t stop her because he didn’t have it in him to reject a vulnerable woman? That’s how his mama raised him right? To treat every girl with respect and to take care of a girl especially when she’s emotional. Why is being seventeen so confusing?

“I was… I was trying to but-”

“I’ve heard enough of your bullshit, James.” Oh no, you called his first name. Oh man, he had truly fucked up.

“I- I would never cheat on you, y/n! You really think I could do such a thing to you?”

“Not anymore.” You glared at him with all conviction in your heart and your classmates gathered around to watch the quarrel as your heart was bisecting.

“Well, I guess then this is it.” He didn’t mean it. He wished he had fought a little harder for you. To make you stay and hearken. But he gave up too easily. He has always been a lover than a fighter after all, but how he wished he had turned himself into the other one at that moment.

You chatted with Natasha and Wanda in your living room and you giggled at another witty joke Natasha had just said. Natasha and Wanda always had a way of making you giggle even when your mood was contrasting the expressions on your face. The conversation faded into the background as your mind drifted to Bucky’s face. And that’s when you saw him…

Bucky’s breath hitched when he saw you for the first time after all these weeks. He swore he had prepared every word he was going to say to you and how he was going to act when- if You agreed to talk to him. But it was always easier said than done.

He couldn’t decipher the look on your face when your eyes met. Was it longing? Was it contempt? Was it disbelief? You were always difficult to read. God, he wished he was a mind reader sometimes.

Kids started murmuring things from one another because the entire school loved you and Bucky and everyone started talking when you two ended things and that he was caught ‘cheating.’ And now everyone’s jaws dropped when they thought you and Bucky were truly over and that he was the last person that would be invited to your party.

Bucky stopped in his tracks and if the earth could open up and swallow him so he wouldn’t have to deal with his annoying schoolmates and your fury, that wouldn’t be the worst scenario right now. But he was here and he might’ve had been a fool and a recreant once but he was going to fix it now. He can’t keep running away when things get the slightest bit inconvenient.

So he dragged his feet towards you with the bouquet of flowers still in his hands and once he was close enough to you, he sheepishly spoke, “hi.”

“You’ve got some balls to show up here.” You gritted through your teeth.

He gulped, “I wanted to talk… And to wish you, happy birthday.” He handed you the flowers and also a piece of his heart, hoping that you would take him back.

You accepted it. They were lovely but could a bouquet of flowers really mend the wounds he had inflicted? “What do you want, Bucky?”

“Just a few minutes to explain… everything. After this, if you never wanna see me or talk to me ever again, I’ll leave you alone.”

Was it really what you wanted? Curse your heart for always knowing better. But your stubborn head always had its hands on the wheel, so, forever can spare a minute… right? “Okay, let’s talk in the garden.”

Your garden, the place where you and Bucky used to make out when your parents weren’t home and laid under the broad daylight. Was it wise to lead him here? You shushed the whispers of your heart. Memories came swirling through like a hurricane, banging on your door, begging for you to open up and let him back in.

“Go ahead.”

“Okay, I’m just gonna make this quick but um…” He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. Something he always did when he was nervous or didn’t know what to say. He looked down and spoke, “y/n, I am so sorry for what I did to you at the dance. I know I should’ve- God I should’ve stopped her and should’ve stayed with you. I should’ve kept my promise to try harder for you but I didn’t. And I know I’m a fucking idiot but… I’ve missed you. So badly. And I wish I could turn back the time and fixed it but all I can do now is apologize.” Your tears were threatening to fall at the sincerity of his words. You never wanted this. You wished Bucky had known better but to love is to lose your mind and you were at fault for this mess too.

“I understand if you don’t wanna see me around or deal with me again, I came here knowing you’d never take me back because you told me once that cheating was your dealbreaker and what I did was just as shitty but, if this is the last time you’ll ever talk to me, I had to get it out of my chest. That’s all.” He sighed, the gloom in his heart wasn’t withering away but at least the weight in his heard was lighter now that he had come clean. “I’m gonna go now, you should go back to your friends, they are waiting.” He inched his face closer to you to kiss you on the cheek and you were too mesmerized by the blue in his eyes to shun away.

“Goodbye, y/n. And once again, happy birthday.” He turned around to leave, going for the exit door of your garden so he didn’t have to walk past through the crowds and deal with prying questions about their… whatever they are now or what truly happened at the dance. He had made peace with you and that’s all that mattered to him.

He was a few steps away from her when he heard her voice calling his name, “Bucky, wait…”

He stopped and turned to your direction only to catch you narrowing the gap and jumped on him. He was quick to catch her as they used to after a few days of not seeing each other and they both had missed each other terribly. She pressed her lips on top of his and circled her arms around his neck to hold onto him. Because who was she kidding? She had missed him so badly too. She dreamt of him calling her to apologize or to show up at her party but never once did she admit it. And now, her heart was back in her arms and she didn’t want to let him go ever again.

Their kiss with filled of longing as their lips moved like a perfect symphony. One of his hands moved to her face to hold her even closer because everything he desired was coming true and he was desperate to make it stay a reality. Your hands grabbed his hair as your tongues tangled, dancing in sync. You pulled away when the need for air was overwhelming, “I forgive you.” You smiled as your foreheads were pressed together.

He too smiled at that, “does this mean you will take me back?”

You nodded, “it does.” Bucky grinned wider, the bliss in his face was palpable. Oh, how good it felt to see him smile again. Bucky could say the same.

He kissed you once more with his hand cupping your cheek and when he pulled away, he gazed into your beautiful eyes and confessed, “I love you. So much. I never stopped loving you.”

“I love you too.” You meant it with every bit of your heart.

He put you on the ground and you were still intertwined with each other, too in love and too elated to pay attention to the curious peeks and snooping ears. “Let’s go back inside, yeah? It’s cold here. And you should be there with me.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be anyway.”

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dotthings · 3 years

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So here’s my thoughts on an alternate ending plan for S15. While the remade heaven was something that fit, very little else did, and if they were aiming for self-actualizations being fulfilled the ending didn’t convey that. It feels incomplete to me (I have posted enough analyzing why and that’s all I’ll say here). This is a more earth-bound take. An ending where all of TFW 2.0 defeat Chuck and are together and figuring out life free of Chuck’s maze. This also incorporates some of my previous meta spec that didn’t get addressed at all in the finale but things are left so ambiguous, I have no reason to think my spec can’t be canon now. Also I think if canon can screw things up this royally, then I’m allowed to state that my version is not only kinder, but makes more sense. I’m sure there is some loose end I’ve missed, and I’d want to have all the Wayward Sisters appear too. Gosh, endings are hard!

Envisioning this as one extra long episode. To be extra subversive I’m still using the start of ep 19, but mostly this diverges after the end of ep 18.

-the phone call from Cas in ep 19 isn’t a troll from Lucifer (Lucifer can stay trapped in The Empty for all eternity). It’s actually Cas.

Here’s what happened: The Empty took him, fulfilling Cas Jungian arc about confronting his shadow and instead of fighting it, accepting it as part of himself. Inside Cas, a soul has been growing for many seasons now. Spontaneous soul combustion. It started small and kept growing. The act of confessing his love to Dean was the final spark to complete the growth. As The Empty drags Cas away, Cas’s grace merges with his soul and the grace is the power jolt it needs to make his soul blaze to full life. His grace is effectively gone, burned out in the act of bring his soul into being. The Empty cannot hold him, his soul is pure, and he’s not filled with self-loathing. The Empty spits Cas out in Lawrence, KS because that’s where Cas’s soul home beaconed to. Effectively human, this process was fairly traumatizing to his body, so he’s weakened. He staggers across town to outside the bunker, calls Dean, and collapses. Dean (as we saw in ep 19) races up the stairs and reaches Cas first, but Sam isn’t far behind, and both boys help Cas down into the bunker. Dean, being Dean, can’t stop touching Cas. There’s some awkwardness after Cas’s confession but they aren’t going to talk about it yet. Dean’s just relieved to have Cas back

-Jack’s also overjoyed Cas is back. Cas explains to the fam what happened and that he has a soul now. This will change the dynamics of TFW interact, changes Cas’s demeanor slightly, and how Dean and Cas interact, but Cas’s personality is basically the same

-Michael sides with TFW. His decision to stand up to his father is sincere. There are Cas and Michael scenes where they start reaching some kind of understanding of each other’s pov

-There is a further scene showing Sam mourning the snapped Eileen, as he finds something that belongs to her in his room

-They hatch a plan to confront Chuck. Cas assumes he’ll be joining them but Dean balks because Cas is freshly human and not battle-ready. “You and Sam are human, and you’re going into battle” Cas argues. Dean’s not really being logical about this, so Dean and Cas bicker while Sam, Jack and Michael have to go guys? Guys? Evil god to stop? World to save? “Get a room,” Sam snaps.

-Dean wins the argument, mostly because Cas has to give in just so they don’t stay derailed. They proceed with Cas holding down the fort at the bunker in case they need a further spell or information from the MoL archives

-They confront Chuck at the beach. Following some parts of ep 19, Chuck starts pettily beating up Sam and Dean, who refuse to give up. Sam and Dean shoulder to shoulder, laughing at their enemy through their bloodied faces. (That was a good moment, I’ll keep that) Michael intervenes, Chuck tries to destroy him but Jack steps in. Chuck is fending both of them off for the moment. Kind of looks like Chuck might overpower all of them. He raises his fingers to snap them all away

and a familiar voice yells HEY ASSBUT. Cas hurls a magical molotov cocktail at Chuck. Because Cas he found a spell, and while the thing certainly won’t kill God, it certainly makes for a great distraction. Chuck’s body burns for a moment, and then the flames go out with Chuck unharmed. The distraction allows Michael to get the upper hand enough for Jack to grab Chuck and absorb his powers and render Chuck powerless. They all leave Chuck on the beach.

-Michael looks deeply amused by the cocktail. “At least you didn’t hurl it at me this time”

-unsnapped Adam switches in.

-Sam and Dean look beat to hell. Cas says something sad about how at one point he could have healed them with a touch but he can’t now and Sam and Dean reassure him it’s fine. Cas asks Jack to heal them and Jack says he’s going non-intervention God and yeets. Sam, Dean, and Cas seem taken aback by this move and their son vanishing into thin air

-Michael switches back in and offers to heal them but Sam and Dean refuse again. Cas rolls his eyes. Typical Winchesters.

-Sam calls Eileen. “Eileen, are you okay?” All is well. Dean checks on Jody and the girls. They’re fine. Everyone unsnapped.

-Adam switches in again to say goodbye but maybe see you soon, shakes hands with Sam and Dean. A promise of maybe someday they could figure out how to be family. “Where you headed to now?” Dean asks. “Around, I guess,” says Adam, and then Michael switches back in and says “the french fries on earth are worth hanging around for a bit” and Michael yeets out.

-They won. They’re free. Chuck’s defeated, Jack is going to be a new, uncorrupted God. But wait, there’s still half an hour left, what’s left to resolve? What else could there be?

-We get a montage. Sam and Dean continue to hunt, the bruises and cuts on their faces from the battle with Chuck fading. A scene of Dean giving Cas shooting pointers and Cas is a pretty decent shot but maybe he should hold the shotgun a bit higher. Dean sure does keep touching Cas a lot when it’s not necessary. They still haven’t talked. Sam doing laundry. Dean studying a job application at the desk in his room. The bruises and cuts from their fight with Chuck are almost gone. Eileen hanging out in the bunker, she and Sam doing research at the library table, laughing as Sam makes a joke.

-Sam, Dean, and Cas get wind of ghoul activity and set out on a hunt together. Dean and Cas are waiting together, leaning against the Impala, while Sam is inside a gas station getting them all snacks.

Dean: Are you okay with this? Human...forever?

Cas: I’m adjusting. Rather enjoy being able to taste the pb&j again.

*Awkward silence*

Dean: Cas—what you said—I—

Cas: It’s all right Dean. You don’t have to say anything. I told you, it’s not about the having, it’s—

Cas doesn’t get to finish the sentence because suddenly Dean’s holding his face in his hands and then leans in and kisses him.

Dean pulls back, staring right at Cas’s stunned pikachu face.

Dean: What makes you think you didn’t already have me?

They hold each other. Sometimes it’s not in the saying it’s in the actions.

Sam, who just emerged from the gas’n sip station, stands there holding packets of junk food and yells “FINALLY!” and Dean and Cas jump apart. Dean is beet-red but both Dean and Cas look happier, more peaceful than we’ve seen them look in a very long while.

-Standard hunt. They kill some ghouls, badass Team Free Will action scene. Cas gets taken off guard, but Sam has his back.

-Back at the bunker. Sam answers a text from Eileen—they’re meeting up next week.

-Sam, Dean, Cas are in the bunker having dinner when Jack randomly appears. Raises his hand. “Hello!” They’re all startled, but tell Jack they miss him. “You don’t write, you don’t call,” Dean complains. “Well,” Jack says. “I figured just because I’m non-interventionist doesn’t mean I can’t stop by for dinner once in a while.” “Darn right,” says Dean.

-TFW 2.0 have dinner together. Jack mentions he remade heaven, no more barriers. Released trapped souls like Kevin’s to heaven. New set of rules. Mentions he met with Rowena. They’re working out a better system. Reform.

“I would have gotten rid of the monsters,” Jack explains, “but can’t do it without upsetting the natural order of things—what’s done is done. The alternative is to reset everything. I won’t do that. Too much would be undone, too much good lost.” The implication is also: while he won’t intervene and be the God perching on Team Free Will’s shoulder, he also can’t bring himself to do anything that will undo them. “Sometimes it’s all worth putting up with a few monsters,” Sam says.

Jack vanishes again. “Guess we’ll get used to that eventually” says Dean.

-very last shot. It’s dusk, outside the bunker. Sam and Dean leaning on the Impala, watching fireflies, drinking beers. Not talking, just being.

Dean: We did it.

Sam: We did it.

Dean: Well, here’s to freedom.

They toast their beer bottles. Both look more peaceful than we have seem them look in a very long time.

Overhead shot of Sam and Dean, the Impala, the bunker.

*Kansas version of Carry On, Wayward Son plays*

#The15YearShow #Team Free Will #Sam and Dean: a work in progress #Destiel #Saileen #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Castiel #Jack Kline #Chuck #Michael #Adam Milligan #Midam #altendingverse

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procrastinatorimagines · 3 years

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I Want Us Part 5

Fandom: Chicago PD / SVU

Series: I Want Us

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 (Final)

Pairing/s: Sonny Carisi x Intelligence!Reader

Warning/s: tw rape, murder, assault

Word Count: 1,623

Summary: The Intelligence Unit’s last case with Manhattan SVU had them flying out to New York to track down an abducted boy, and had Dectective Y/L/N and Detective Carisi growing close in the process. Now, a string of rape-murders in Chicago has SVU boarding the next flight out, believing the suspect to be the same man responsible for a set of identical crimes 10 years prior. As the case unfolds, Y/N and Carisi are brought back together, reigniting the spark between them.

As it turned out, it wasn’t too long at all. About six months after you’d closed your New York case, putting a child abductor behind bars where he belonged and reuniting a boy with his family, you received an urgent message from Voight requesting you all come in to the district.

It was early on a Saturday morning following a few drinks at Molly’s the previous night, but it was so rare for Voight to call you in like this on your day off that you knew it had to be important.

You were just multi-tasking getting dressed and downing an inordinate amount of caffeine when you got a phone call, ‘Detective Carisi’ flashing up on the screen as you paused, one leg in your trousers.

“Hey you,” you answered, putting the phone between your shoulder and ear so you could continue to get ready, curious about why he was calling.

“Morning, sorry to call so early, but I figured you’d be awake,” he greeted, sounding like he was walking somewhere, the familiar sounds of traffic filling the background.

“Yeah I am, I’m about to head into work though, Voight’s wants us in for some reason, what’s up?” You informed him, looking around for your keys as you finished the last drops of your coffee.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, “Your Sergeant didn’t tell you? It’s why I’m calling actually, we’re coming to Chicago.” Now that did take you by surprise, Voight’s message hadn’t said anything about SVU, but you weren’t that surprised, it was Voight.

“Oh yeah? Know anything about the case?” You asked, your slight smile at the thought of seeing Carisi somewhat quashed by the fact that it meant something seriously bad was going on in your backyard.

“A serial rapist that went dormant a few years back seems to have resurfaced in Chicago-” he explained, getting cut off by the sound of someone calling his name in the background, “Sorry, I’ve got to get to my flight, see you soon?”

“Yeah, let me know when you touch down. Oh, and Carisi?” You heard him pause, “this time you get to see what real pizza is supposed to taste like.”

He laughed on the other end of the line, “uh huh, we’ll see; bye Y/N.”

“Bye,” you hung up, a bit of a smile still on your face as you went about finishing up to leave your apartment.

You and Carisi had kept in contact since you’d gotten back from New York. Nothing serious or anything, but you’d had a good time together and really seemed to connect on your short visit. The conversation had always felt natural, just chatting into the night for no other reason than just enjoying each other’s company. It was nice, whatever it was, and you were looking forward to seeing him in person again.

Throwing on your shoes and coat you headed out the door, making your way to the 21st. As much as you were looking forward to seeing Carisi, you had a job to do.

You arrived at the 21st at the same time as Antonio, catching up to him on the steps as you entered. “Know what we’re doing here on this glorious Saturday morning?” He asked, gesturing to the brilliant sunshine and cloudless sky.

Antonio had been planning a weekend with his kids, he’d been talking about it all week, and you felt a pang of guilt for not remembering until now. You might not have had plans, or much of an actual life, but that didn’t mean the rest of the unit, your partner especially, hadn’t had to drop a lot to come in today.

“Only that it’s important, SVU’s on their way,” you filling him in on what Carisi had told you as you waved good morning to a desk Sergeant you didn’t recognise. At least Trudy still got the weekend, you thought to yourself, but then even Hank Voight wouldn’t risk her fury at being asked to come in on a Saturday morning.

The pointed look Antonio gave you had you rolling your eyes, but he was the only one who knew that you still kept in touch with Carisi, though the rest of them had given you hell the second you’d boarded that plane home from New York.

You buzzed the both of you in upstairs, not the first to arrive but not the last either as Jay, Hailey and Kim milled about the bullpen, helping Voight set up the board with your new case.

“Need a hand?” Antonio asked after morning greetings were made, examining what was up on the board so far. You joined him after throwing your jacket over the back of your desk chair, picking up with folder Voight had left on your desk. Everyone had one laid out for them, so you flicked through it as the others spoke.

“Nah we’ve pretty much got it all set up, this is a pretty thin case considering, well, everything about it,” Jay answered, following his eyes to where he glanced at the board, a row of 9 young women, nearly identical in their pale skin, blonde hair, and delicate features.

“Christ,” you muttered, looking from their images on the board to the crime scene photos in the file in your hand. All the women looked like porcelain dolls, their hair and make up immaculate, and all of them were dressed in different ball gowns, their hands laid over their chests with a single rose inclosed.

“Not the start to the weekend you expected huh?” Kim commented grimly as Voight emerged from his office, two photographs, the rest of the unit filling in up the stairs.

“I think Jessica Connors would agree,” Voight answered, drawing the attention of the room as you greeted the others, sticking up two more photographs next to the other 9, who must have been the New York victims.

The next two women looked nearly identical to the others, flicking to the back of the file to find their reports as Voight spoke. “She was found late last night, same M.O as the rest,” he told you all, pointing to the second photograph he’d stuck up. “This is Lily Hamilton, found the same way a week ago. The connection between the victims was made last night and a further connection was made with these other 9 women, all matching the M.O to the letter, including aspects not released to the press, and all coming from New York 10 years ago.”

“Special Victims?” Kevin asked, earning a nod from Voight.

“Captain Benson, Detective Carisi and Officer Tamin are already on their way,” he replied, “this is going to be a big case, the press is already picking up on the story, and the Commissioner thought it would be best if we took it given our history of working successfully with New York’s Special Victims Unit.”

Your mind went instantly to Carisi but you shut him out, now wasn’t the time to think about seeing him ago. This case would have been before he’d joined the unit, but you figured maybe Captain Benson would know more, they might have even working it back in the day.

“All the women, practically identical, went missing within a 6 month window, with gaps ranging from a couple of days to a couple of months. The only connection NYPD found was their appearance, and he seems to have kept them alive for varying lengths of time before killing them and dressing them up like this. They never found out where, but they weren’t killed in the woods. Signs of sexual assault were obvious, but actual damage to their body was minimal. The cause of death was a concoction of lethal drugs injected into their system, the contents of which were not released to be public but match both our cases and New York’s,” Voight relayed the basics.

“So how are we working this?” Hailey asked, perched up on her desk with her head rest on her chin, staring thoughtfully at the board in front of you all.

“I want Burgess, Ruzek and Antonio on the old New York cases, see if anything was missed or if any potential suspects have surfaced in Chicago recently. Atwater and Rojas will re-examine the first crime scene, I want every stone unturned. Upton and Halstead will interview both of the families, see what they were doing when they went missing, but remember, we only found Jessica last night, so tread carefully.”

You couldn’t help but notice one name not mentioned. “Sergeant-” You began to ask, slightly raising your hand. He turned to you before you could finish.

“Y/L/N, Benson requested you work with her unit for this case, seems you made quite an impression in the way you handled our last case with them, you’ll be heading to the most recent crime scene after you’ve all reviewed the case notes, meet them there when they touch down,” he explained, Antonio suppressing a smirk and others glancing at you curiously.

You didn’t know what to say, so you nodded to let him know you understood, Benson’s comment about a change of scenery resurfacing in your mind. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but maybe she’d actually been serious.

“What are you all still doing standing around, let’s get moving,” Voight ordered, snapping all of you into gear as you quickly pushed that from your mind too, heading back to your desk and ignoring the raised brow Antonio gave you.

You had a case to work and a killer to catch, and with Special Victims touching down in a couple of hours, whoever this rapist was, their luck had just run out.

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Puppy

Summary: Reggie/Reader Request: Reggie avoids you because he overhears you talk to Kevin about your perfect guy (comic book character) so as he’s avoiding you, you keep trying to get his attention, and finally you end up kissing him cause he’s just pining after you like lovesick puppy; after the confession and when you start dating the “lovesick puppy act” gets worse

“Kevin I’m being serious!” You smack his arm as he laughs. “No it’s just funny he doesn’t seem like the type you’d go for.” “And what do you know about my type.” You laugh with him and he smirks. “Reggie, what would you say Y/N’s type it?” You can see Reggie frown before shaking it off. “Tall, dark haired, plays football.” He winks and you smile at him. “Wow that’s so off model it’s kind of sad.” Kevin nods solemnly and you smack his arm again. “You do have to admit it though, I mean the muscles, and the hair, plus have you seen him wearing a shirt? He practically never does!” “That’s sort of the point you know that right, not wearing a shirt to attract the ladies, you included apparently.” Kevin smirks and you scowl watching Reggie almost storming out.

“I’m guessing Reggie’s not a fan of the reboot then?” You chew your lip. “You think he knew we were talking about the newest edition? I mean we’ve talked about the second volume for months so-“ “I don’t think he cares about what I talk about, you on the other hand.” “Kev, he doesn’t care about comics half as much as you do, let alone me; how much do you think he thought I was talking about a real person.” “I mean inability to keep a shirt on just screams Sweet Pea, you know that right?” “Dammit; now I have to go find him to explain don’t I.” “It works out perfectly you explain your crush to him.” “My crush on-“ “On Reggie, not that paper cutout you have in your room.” You roll your eyes and run after where you think Reggie is.

You weren’t able to find him before science but you know having to sit next to him will at least give you an excuse to explain the comic book misunderstanding. You frown when he doesn’t look at you, doesn’t talk to you. You’re stuck doing busy work since your actual teacher is out; so the chance to talk goes out the window until lunch at the earliest; since you don’t share any other classes with him. You pass him in the hallway and wave and you can tell he makes a point to turn his head away. You try to brush it off, concocting reasons for his sudden change in attitude. You complain to Kevin during math and he just laughs at your ridiculous theories. “Oh yeah, and what do you think has a stick up his ass so bad?” “He likes you; it’s why he’s so bothered by your crush you realize that right?” “Kevin that’s ridiculous; he’s Reggie freaking Mantle, he can have anyone in the school; why would he want me?” “Do you want the list alphabetically or by popularity?”

“Popularity?” “You’re a River Vixen, you’re into those weird old books that he doesn’t admit he likes; since you’re a River Vixen you have a great figure, you know how to dance, you like Pop’s.” “Kev it’s Riverdale, everyone likes Pop’s. That one doesn’t count.” “You know you two order the same thing, every time right?” “No we don’t; do we?” he laughs nodding as you make your way to lunch. “Hey Reggie” Kevin nods to him and he looks up, turning slightly away from you to focus on Kevin. “Yeah?” “What’s your standing Pop’s order.” “Burger wise or in general?”

“Isn’t the burger in general, or do you order something we don’t know about?” “You thinking about making a run down to Pop’s cause I know pretty much everyone would kill for that.” He grins and Kevin smirks. “Yeah, you wanna help me carry shit? Meet by your car in five?” Reggie nods vanishing to the parking lot and Kevin grins. “So I want a cheeseburger, extra onions and-“ “Kev why are you- No, no he’s been avoiding me all day!! I’m not going to sit with him to get Pop’s!” “You’re getting Pop’s?” You cringe at Archie and Jughead’s hovering. “Yeah, write down what you want.” You scowl holding out a spare piece of paper.

“Reggie, Kevin asked if I could go instead, he has theatre stuff to; okay.” You sigh as he opens the door silently walking around to the drivers seat. You’re silent the entire car ride, trying to start conversation but the lack of even a glance your way keeps you quiet. Reggie doesn’t say anything just holding his hand out so you stop getting out of the car. “Wait.” He says it more to the car than to you and you huff, grumbling under your breath as he pulls the list from where you set it in the cupholder. He appears moments later. “What do you want?” You decide to give him a taste of the silent treatment and point to your order you’d written. “That’s mine.” He clarifies and you point to it again glaring. ‘So you want the same thing as me?”You nod and he laughs dryly. “Won’t even talk to me great.” “Say’s the one.” You hiss and he glares openly at you.

“Well I’m not the one with a crush on someone they can’t have now am I? So who’s the real loser.” “You.” He groans and slams the door retreating back into Pop’s to order and wait for the food. You watch from the car window as he pulls the bags towards himself, you lean towards the door, opening it and walking through. “Let me help.” He doesn’t say anything sliding two of the bags towards you. He silent until you put the food in the backseat. You buckle your seatbelt waiting for him to start the car. “Listen I don’t care about whoever you have a crush on. Just making that clear.” You sigh looking up to the ceiling of the car. “Me you mean, you don’t care about me.” “Who said that?” “You did, or rather didn’t; I’ve been trying to get your attention all day to explain.” “Explain what?” “Comic books.”

“Is that code for something? Or slang for you wanting some Jangle? Cause I don’t sell; what I get is my own-“ “Kevin and I, we were talking about comic books earlier.” “Oh good for you?” “That crush isn’t on a real person.” “Oh well alright then; once again good for you. So there are other crushes?” He questions glaring slightly; you realize he didn’t want to actually talk with you. You don’t respond as he drives back to school. “Grab the food?” You ask as he stays unmoving in the car; he must catch you rolling your eyes with how he scoffs. “What? I’m going to grab the damn food.” He snaps.

“Yikes, there’s no need to be in such a pissy mood, I get you’re hungry but-“ “I’m in a pissy mood cause you’ve been avoiding me for the entire day!” “I’ve been avoiding you? I’ve been trying to get your attention since you stormed off after the crush misunderstanding!” You scowl as he shoves the other bag of food towards you. “I can avoid whoever I want regardless of how I actually feel about you.” You snap at him. “You feel differently than avoidance about me? Hard to believe; but at least you admit you were avoiding me.” You laugh shaking your head.

“The only reason I’m admitting it is so you won’t complain for the next week about how much of a bitch I’m being.” Reggie sets the food on the hood of his car leaning over you. “Don’t put words in my mouth.” He hisses about to pull the food back over when you tug on his arm. “Reggie.” Your voice is soft and you can tell he’s confused but you’re relieved as you pull yourself towards him. You’re quick about pressing your lips to his, intent on kissing him and bringing everyone their food so he doesn’t get the chance to ask you about it.

It works and as you shove Jughead’s burger into his hands you scowl when you realize your order was packed with Reggie’s. You’re about to turn around to look for him surprised to find the burger and extra fries sitting at the spot on the table you’ve claimed. “Oh thank you.” You say more toward the general table but jump slightly when Reggie’s arm lays on your shoulder. “No problem.” He seems relaxed as you sit down, he sits next to you and you cast a look to Kevin who nods, you’re thankful he’ll be able to talk later. “These are yours.” You nod to the fries and he shakes his head. “Don’t want them.” “You don’t want the cheese fries you ordered?” “Not in the mood for them anymore.” You smile pulling them closer. “You’re welcome to them, since they are yours.” He nods relaxing slightly settling closer to you as he sits.

You sigh when the bell rings, standing to grab your bag confused when Reggie hands it to you. Kevin appears, walking with you to English. “So what was that about?” He mumbles as your teacher finishes the lesson for the day. “We kissed.” “So you just skipped confessing your crush then?” He laughs and you join him. “I guess I did; we’re probably going to have to talk later.” “You better, I’m not letting you get away with not confessing to him. I don’t think he’s going to either.” He nods and you smile confused as Reggie stands at the door smirking. “Can I walk you home?” “You have a car.”

“Walk sounds better.” You arch an eyebrow. “How is walking better than you being able to drive your car?” Kevin nods as he leaves and you walk towards the door. “Well like this.” He steps to the side, slightly closer, his hand grasping yours. “You don’t want to drive because you can’t hold my hand?” You watch a blush creep onto his face. “Maybe.”

“You know you can hold my hand while you’re driving.” “I didn’t want to assume anything.” “Well we kissed, and I do have a crush on you.”’ “So you do have a type?” He straightens up beaming; and you laugh. “Yeah, you were right about the tall dark haired footballers. AKA you.” You wink and he laughs. “Do you want to go out sometime.” “Besides this?” You nudge him and he shakes his head. “This isn’t going out, I’m walking you home.” “From being out, together.” “School doesn’t count as a date.” He counters and you rolls your eyes. “Well you’ll just have to plan a date then.” He nods eagerly and you smile as he reaches your door.

You’d been dating Reggie for a week and Kevin is constantly pointing out how much Reggie’s acting like a puppy. “Kev, it’s not a thing, you’re exaggerating.” “Point proven, look.” You’re standing behind him so you know Reggie can’t see you but you can see him. He’s laughing with the rest of the Bulldogs and nods to Kevin; you watch as Kevin moves, and Reggie’s face softens and he smiles excitedly.

“Babe!” He moves from the rest of the bulldogs pulling you into a hug. “Oh my god he’s right.” “Who’s right?” Reggie pulls back slightly and you shake your head. “I’ll tell you later, we’re still on for Pop’s after the game right?” He nods leaning down to kiss you. “Of course, it’s tradition.” “This is the first time we’re doing it.” “And after it’s tradition.”

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Behind The Crown (Part One) | Kevin Moon Imagine (The Boyz)

Prince Kevin Moon x Second-In-Command Reader. A Royal Kingdom AU.

Genre: fluff, royal kingdom au, angst

Words: 3K

I love Prince Kevin and I’ve received so much good feedback on Royal Kingdom AUs so I’m planning to make more of them! Enjoy xx

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There is nothing more poetic than a dark night sky dotted with stars twinkling like diamonds to accompany a romantic evening. Unfortunately for Kevin, there isn't much room for romance in his life anymore. Last night had been a flurried exchange of written contracts and verbal agreements between the two kingdoms that reign over the land of Meridia, a promise that their heir would be betrothed to the prince of Meridia to bring the two royal families together as one.

Kevin isn't a stranger to the concept of arranged marriages, he'd been preparing for this his entire life, having been brought up in a household where royal blood and family pride is placed above romance and fluttering feelings of the heart.

The more the date approaches though, the more restless he feels. Something in his heart tugs at him in a manner that feels heavy despite the obvious happiness glimmering on his mother's face, as though all the unresolved loose ends of the world now make perfect sense and work together in harmony.

His eyes roam over the city lights glimmering in the distance, notice the soft glow of the lanterns surrounding the castle walls that seem amber in the dim light of the night. Vines twirl around each and every tower, blooming with the most beautiful array of hibiscus flowers, well-trimmed and maintained by the royal family's gardeners, most probably, and as he feels the wind brush through his raven locks, Kevin closes his eyes and breathes in the soft scent of summer salt carried over from the waves underneath the cliff on which his royal palace stands.

"Your highness."

He doesn't need to glance back to know that it's one of his personal guards, bowing at service. A soft smile creeps over his face, "back already?" He asks in a soft murmur.

The royal guard goes to stand beside him, "I should be asking you that."

"You know why I'm back so early."

"Too much royalty for you to bear?"

Kevin catches a glance of Y/N's features, softened by the shadows cast from the lights behind her, "indeed."

"Did you meet your betrothed?" She crosses her arms over her chest and looks out at the view.

Kevin's fingers bunch over his shirt sleeves unconsciously, "I did."

"Bet she's your type, isn't she?"

"Not funny, Y/N."

"Sorry," she holds her hands up, a playful grin on her face, "ah come on, Kev. It can't be that bad. You knew you had it coming."

"I know, I just wish I didn't have to. This is exactly why I'd rather be born a stable boy sometimes."

"If you were a stable boy, marriage would not have been on your mind."

"And that's exactly what I want."

Y/N nudges him on the shoulder, "wanna go to the cliffs?" She suggests with a wriggle of her brows and for a minute, Kevin contemplates the temptation in his mind.

But then, realizing that he should probably start acting like royalty if he wants to be up to the task, he lets out a sigh instead before hanging his head.

"I can't," he murmurs, "I can't do those things anymore, Y/N. You know that."

"Ah well, I'll just have to find another partner in crime," she tuts playfully, causing him to scowl, "oh no, you're not!"

"You're the one who's bailing."

"I don't have a choice!"

"Whatever floats your boat, your majesty."

Despite the current situation, Kevin can't help but let out a choked laugh. Trust Y/N to make him feel better even in the shittest situations. It had been the first female guard that he'd hired as part of his personal protection squad, much to the protests of his family. To that, he'd stated that women should have just as much right to fight equally in the battlefield lest they wanted to, and Y/N had been grateful that his beliefs seemed to include equality for women. But at that point, his parents had no say in the people that served him and thus had kept shut about it.

The first few weeks in the Meridia Kingdom had unsettled her, for Kevin isn't the most princely of princes. With his easy going manner and his clumsy attitude, he gets himself into more trouble than the normal regular person. It took her some time to adjust herself to the casual way in which he addressed her, taking her more like a friend than an actual servant and in a way, it had brought them closer. Gone was the Kevin that was heir to the throne. Instead, she gets a taste of his lame jokes and his annoying sass, gets to know the softest parts of his heart through vulnerable conversations and the way in which he has so much space and understanding for others, it's surprising he has some left for himself.

So in the moments where the prince himself feels the weight of his responsibility settle over his shoulders --just like right now -- then Y/N makes it a must to distract him, if only for a little while.

"Hey Y/N," Kevin's murmur almost washes away when another wind picks up. Fortunately, she hears him.

"Hm?" She looks over.

He pauses for a moment, taking in the way the moonlight cascades over her face with a softness that renders her so endearing, so youthful, unlike her usual sharp eyes and the tense clench of her jaw. Standing here right at this moment, she looks like she is years younger than she actually is, and something in his heart twists with yearning.

"You're still going to be my guard right?" Kevin asks softly, saying the words carefully, "even after I get married?"

His heart clenches at her sad smile, "well, I guess that depends on your beloved, your highness."

"She doesn't have a say in the people that serve me."

"She will, if she knows that your personal guard is a woman. A woman close to you, no less."

He doesn't tell her that she is right. But even as the wind howls and her figure climbs down the wall, disappearing from the tower, he comes to the realization that what she says is nothing but the truth.

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The next days to come are filled to the brim with meetings between the council members of Meridia, dinners and brunches of all kinds with extended family that come from afar to bestow upon the new couple good fortune and a long, happy, fulfilled life. With every day that passes, Kevin's smile gets a little more strained, a little tighter around the edges, his eyes dimming with every second closer to the fact that he will be married in a month's time.

"I'm so fed up of royal lunches and dinners and just about any type of food they can offer me at this point," Kevin can't help but moan as he and Y/N trail along the beach to catch the remaining beams of the sunset, one of the rare occasions where his presence at the castle is not mandatory.

His sandals are forgotten, dangling from his fingers, while Y/N is practically barefoot. Her pant sleeves are rolled up to catch the fresh waves as they lull to the shore.

"You do seem to be getting a little chubby," she lets out a remark, which instantly causes Kevin to look at her with alarm.

"You're kidding."

"Is that--a hint of a tummy I see?" She pokes at his side on cue and the young man bats her away, making her chuckle as she falls into step beside him.

"Did you have a nice chat with princess Delia?" Y/N asks as she kicks at the water with her feet, toes wriggling through the sand.

Kevin shrugs in response, "she's alright, I guess. At least we have things in common, like drawing and music."

"And yet you were badmouthing her."

"You're supposed to be on my side."

"I always am, your highness."

Kevin makes a grab for her elbow so that she looks up at him questioningly, "it's Kevin, to you," his eyes flash with emotion, "none of that Highness bullshit."

"Okay," Y/N's eyebrow is quirked up in amusement, before adding, "your highness."

He scowls in response and she laughs, "okay okay, Kevin."

They walk along the beach for a little longer, watching the sunlight dance across the aquamarine waves lapping up at the sand's edge, glimmering silver whenever its reflection bounces off its surface.

"There's a royal ball tomorrow night," he speaks up amidst the comfortable silence, "Will you come?"

"I always do."

"Not as a guard."

That stops her in her tracks, "I can't do that, your highness."

"Why not?"

His eyes are scorching hers, intent on making her cave when they push against her own mahogany orbs, "I'm your guard, Kevin. Not your--not a maiden. Far from it."

"I'll talk to Mother about it," Kevin urges, quickly swivelling before her so that she has no other choice than to look up at him, at his beautifully refined princely features and the finely shaped lips that he's inherited from the King himself. His orbs, glowing a burnt shade of amber in the descending sun, causes her heart to skip a beat despite her attempts to keep her cool.

"Please, Y/N. It's one of the last days where I'll be free to do as I wish. My last days as prince of Meridia."

She hates how authentically charming he is, how he can easily convince her to bend at his will. He knows his strengths and he plays that to his advantage.

So she has no other choice but to bite down her protests and nod while pushing aside that weird squeezing feeling she has in her chest, the warmth trickling inside her heart at the thought that he might see her as just a little more than a mere guard. He is her prince, after all, and orders are orders.

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Y/N tugs down uneasily at her dress, palms accumulating sweat even though she has been constantly reminding herself that she has been on suicide missions much more life theatening than a mere ball.

What can possibly go wrong? She tries making herself feel better as she gazes at her reflection, nothing right?

"You look beautiful, Y/N."

Glancing back at one of her comrades sitting at the foot of her bed, she lets out a snort, "you could've sounded a little more convincing, Hyunjae."

"I mean it!" Hyunjae argues, "you...you look pretty, Y/N. Have a little faith in yourself."

How can she? She trails her eyes down towards the midnight blue gown she has donned for the occasion -- an older model dated from years ago that she had managed to salvage from the seamstress at the last minute -- with its wide neckline and off-the-shoulder sleeves. The dress clings to her like second skin, before fanning out at the waist in a midnight trail of stars shimmering every time she moves. If one doesn't look too close, the dress looks acceptable. Simple, but acceptable in comparison to the gorgeous ensembles that she'll be compared to at the ball.

Hands clamp down on her shoulders before Hyunjae'a face pops up next to hers. He gives her a reassuring squeeze, "you'll be fine, Y/N. If you managed to slay hundreds od soldiers, you'll survive a ball. I promise."

"Thanks," she bites down onto her lower lip and watches him tease her hair that she hss let loose for the occasion.

"I think I like you better with your hair down, you look more--" he pauses for dramatic effect, "soft. Like a girl. Know what I mean?"

She throws him a punch on his shoulder and he yelps, releasing his hold, "that hurts."

"Sorry, must be the nerves," she flashes a fake smile, before sobering up, "anyway, wish me luck."

"Go get them, girl."

The room is already filled with guests by the time Y/N makes her way over, entering through the side door as The Queen has suggested with a haughty huff --in order to avoid any kind of misunderstandings --and while she isn't really the type to think the worst of people, she is beginning to think that the Queen might have a thorough dislike for her presence.

Trying to blend in with the crowd, Y/N impulsively grabs a glass of wine and settles at the corner of the room, content to watch and analyze people like she usually does. It's part of her job description, after all. The ballroom looks stunning in veils of white and champagne-colored drapes adorning each passing victorian column, long tables with matching white tablecloths lining one side of the wall and peppered in golden flecks. Chandeliers have been wiped clean this morning and are gleaming, twinkling whenever they catch the light beaming down like a golden halo around the room.

"And who might you be?"

The unfamiliar alto causes her to jump slightly, and she turns to see a handsome man dressed up to the nines, in a deep emerald tuxedo and with hooded eyes, a sharply defined nose, and pushed back midnight hair.

"I--uh, I'm no one," she is quick to stutter out, almost backing away on impulse.

"Please," he murmurs, "I mean no harm. I just want to talk."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don"t think I'd be of much interest to you," Y/N stammers out, panic slowly rising through her, "I--I am really nobody at all and--"

"Would you care to join me for a dance?"

"I--I'm sorry, I don't--" stumbling back into a chest, a yelp dies at the back of her throat when a hand slips around her waist.

"Pardon me, Prince Younghoon. She's with me."

Kevin. Her heart makes a leap of ecstasy. He's close, so close she can smell his scent, can feel his warmth from his hand to the small of her back and it takes everything in her not to combust into a small flame.

"Oh," Prince Younghoon's eyes widened. He steps away and bows, "my apologies, your highness. I was not aware."

Y/N waits until the said suitor is out of earshot before she twists out of Kevin's embrace, "what do you think you're doing?" She hisses.

"I saved you," he replies with a raised brow, "you do not want to mess with the likes of Prince Younghoon. He's got wandering hands."

"And you don't?"

His cheeks flame up, "of course I don’t"

"Prince Kevin!"

A beautiful, fair-skinned woman suddenly appears with a hand placed on Kevin's arm, a suggestive action perhaps. Her face, petite and just as refined as his, boasts of an air of royalty without having to introduce herself.

"Delia," Kevin offers her a wan smile that she returns and the brilliance almost blinds the female soldier, "this is Y/N, she's my special guest for tonight."

"Ah, yes. I remember you mentioning her," Delia smiles before casting her a once over. Y/N tries not to shrink back upon impulse, "would you mind if I steak Kevin away for a few minutes? Mother would like to talk to him about the wedding preparations."

Y/N shakes her head and watches as he is tugged away despite the uncertain look he sends her, before quickly pasting herself against one side of the ballroom, content to watch and admire from afar.

These people, she realizes, aren't from her world. It's like she's looking at them through a thick fogged-up glass, perfect figurines made out of perfect molds. She, in comparison, feels so awkward, like an ugly duckling in a crowd of glamorous swans.

The evening passes by uneventfully and slowly for Y/N, whose eyes can't help but linger over Kevin and Delia's figures as they glide over the dance floor. Her heart scrunches in protest every time he'd smile down at the princess, burning heat crawling through the back of her throat and choking her with its intensity.

Why is he looking at her like that? She asks herself sullenly, why does he look like he's having such a great time when he kept telling her that he wasn't interested in marrying her?

Y/N knows all too well what that familiar prickle is, but it's not like she can do anything about her jealousy. He's royalty and no matter what kind of feelings she might be catching for his majesty are invalid, should be thrown out of the window instantly. It is only going to result in heartbreak, in tears.

And yet, she can't help it if her heart seeks his own. Despite her constant reminders that he is way out of her league, this tiny voice pushes at her insistently like a bratty child.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She jumps, swearing profanely under her breath, only to realize that it's none other than the man she holds dear to her heart himself.

"You seemed to be thinking hard about stuff," Kevin jokes while nudging her shoulder, "what's up? Why do you have that look on your face?"

"What look?"

"Like something displeases you."

Shit, she thinks to herself, before quickly brushing it off, “it's nothing."

Kevin shoots her a pointed look. But when it's clear she isn't about to divulge any of her personal thoughts, extends his arm, "care for a dance?"

"I don't dance."

"You will now," and before she can refuse, he has grabbed onto her arm and pulled her to the middle of the dance floor, one hand pressed to her waist, the other clasping her hand in his.

"Just follow me," Kevin's murmur brushes against her ear. Close, and warm. Suddenly, the ground seems all too unstable and her grip unconsciously tightens on his, all too aware of the multitude of eyes boring into her back as they spin in harmony with the other couples.

"So, I noticed you and Delia are getting along well," she says, voice light so that he won't detect the slight wavering intonation that she wants to imply.

But Kevin is quick to catch on, raising a quizzical eyebrow, "we are," he replies slowly, as if measuring his words, "we don't have any choice, after all. She's going to be my wife."

That hurts her a little more than she'd like to admit.

“That’s--wonderful,” she croaks out, except that it’s not really what’s lingering at the tip of her tongue.

She can feel the heat of his stare, adamantly focusing her eyes on his chest to avoid any type of confrontation. Y/N isn’t sure whether her heart can take it.

“Is it really?” he murmurs.

Y/N eyes glance up, quickly flit back down, “I mean--yeah, it is. She’s your bride-to-be, the one you’ll be spending the rest of your life with.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

Frowning, she looks back up at his face, “of course I--of course I’m okay with that,” she lies through her teeth.

Something shifts in his eyes then, something she can’t quite figure out. But it’s gone as soon as soon as she blinks, leaving her to ponder upon whether she has imagined the whole thing. He doesn’t mention it again throughout the evening, though she can tell that something has urged his mind to be preoccupied since his responses come out soft and barely attentive, like there’s something else preoccupying the front of his mind.

But it’s not until later that night that she understands why.

After their guests have left and his parents have retreated to their quarters, Kevin pulls her outside into the King’s Courtyard, a small garden adorned with exotic flowers of all kinds, and most primarily, an ode to the hibiscus flowers tilted up to gaze at the moon, blossoming in full glory.

“You could have at least let me change before dragging me out here,” Y/N says while tugging her skirts away where it had just gotten tangled in a rosebush. When she is met with nothing but silence, she spares a glance at the Prince only to see his face tilted up, eyes closed, basking in the light of the moon, and softens.

Kevin, as long as she’d known him, had always found solace in nature. Most interestingly, the moon. It calms him down to know that there is a bigger universe far more important than his problems, he states every time she questions him about it.

“Your highness?” she prompts in a soft murmur.

That catches his attention, causes his eyes to find hers. He sighs heavily, “don’t call me that.”

“It’s just for the formalities, no need to be so stingy.”

“I’m not, I just--” there is an evident struggle on his face as he tries to find the words. He bites at the corner of his lips, before looking away with another exhale.

“Kev?” she moves closer, close enough that if she reaches out, she can touch his arm, “what is it?”

It takes a moment for him to find the words. But when he speaks next, his voice is laced with a mixture of pain and emotion, a fragility that causes her own chest to swell in concern.

“Do you think I’m doing the right thing? By marrying Delia, I mean?”

She cocks her head to the side, “I don’t know. Would you call that a choice if there’s no other option available?”

A pause. Then, in a small voice, “sometimes, I wish I could just run away.”

She blinks at him, unsure. Is this the part where she encourages him? Or not?

She decides to stay quiet.

“I--” his chest swells when he breathes in shakily, “--I don’t-- I don’t want to get married, Y/N.”

Another bout of silence ensues and Y/N shifts uneasily from one foot to another.

“Then don’t,” her mouth lashes out before she manages to control herself, which rewards her with Kevin’s shocked face as he faces her with wide eyes.

“Are you serious?”

“If you want me to be.”

“Be serious, Y/N.”

“I am.”

His maroon orbs, almost dark in the dim light of the courtyard, are glistening as though wet with unshed tears as they hold her gaze with an expression so familiar, the same one that he gave her earlier in the ballroom, although god knows what’s going on in his mind right this very minute.

She opens her mouth to say something else-- anything really, to shake off that weird feeling settling over her shoulders -- but finds that words die atop her tongue as he keeps on gazing down at her, features softening and mouth slowly parting to say words that never make it out.

“Would you?” he suddenly blurts out, “run away with me?”

“Wait, you’re--you’re actually considering it? I don’t think--”

But his hand comes up to brush against her cheekbone then, which causes her to fall silent as she swallows thickly and tries searching his face for any indication, any sign of playfulness, for fear that he is just playing.

The tingles that his thumb leaves against her skin has her breath rattle. Suddenly, she can’t seem to move, for fear that doing so will shatter whatever magical air surrounds them, charged with something she can only describe as electricity.

“What,” she’s glad that her voice comes out as strong as she wants it to be, “are you doing?”

Kevin just keeps staring at her with hooded eyes as though he’s dazed, his thumb brushing against her skin, over and over until she can’t stop the blush from rising and she hopes that the darkness is enough to mask her reaction.

“I don’t know,” he searches her eyes, so close that his breath washes over her face, “it just feels right.”

“That is not appropriate behaviour--”

She almost yelps when his other hand reaches down to grasp hers. Looking down at their now entwined fingers, she is pretty sure that her face is flaming red by now, and too embarrassed to look up at the said prince, Y/N bites at the inside of her cheek with her head bowed.

“Look at me,” Kevin urges, “look at me, Y/N.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“You--You know you can’t do that. It’s--” her voice breaks then, “it’s not fair.”

He leans in even closer. Their lips are millimeters apart and her orbs flicker up to notice his half-lidded eyes tracing her every feature. Something inside her heart gives a jolt.

“What isn’t?” he breathes.

And then, his mouth catches her own.

Yelping slightly at the sudden sensation of his lips cupping hers in an unfamiliar embrace, her heart almost gives out in her chest as her legs turn to jelly, and she all but melts against the prince’s chest as he untangles their hands to wrap his arm around her waist, pressing her even closer. He tilts her head back with his other hand, cupping her cheek and stroking lovingly at her dewy skin as his mouth slowly moves over hers in a sinuous dance of affection.

He smells heavenly. He tastes heavenly. She can barely breathe, barely think straight, scattered thoughts running around and disrupted by the fireworks and cartwheels tumbling through her chest.

Turning her head away in a weak attempt to escape, she lets out a breathless, “your highness--”

“Don’t call me that,” his lips trace along her jaw to catch hers once more, hand leaving a trail of sparks as it traces her backside in the most sensual of touches.

Y/N can’t help but shiver and return his kiss despite her brain screaming at her that this will only result in heartbreak, and heat rushes down south when a noise sounding like a moan rumbles through Kevin’s chest.

At this particular moment, even though the pair are stealing kisses like thieves in the middle of the night, Y/N can’t feel like everything suddenly makes sense.

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“Hey, Damian,” Cady calls as she plops her lunch tray onto the table. “Janis isn’t here?”

“No, I thought she was with you,” Damian replies, taking another bite of his burger.

“She was in homeroom, did she get sick?” Cady asks, now anxious for her girlfriend.

“She would’ve told one of us, she always does. We going Janjan hunting?” Damian shoves the rest of his food in his mouth, holding out a hand to help Cady up. She puts what she can into her backpack to eat later and takes his hand with a determined nod.

——-

She wasn’t in their usual bathroom, so Damian leads them through the corridors towards the art rooms. Cady is too busy trying not to worry for her girlfriend to pay much attention to their surroundings, but she does grin a little as she spies one of Janis’ recent paintings hanging on the wall outside the room.

Damian gestures for her to go in first, so she knocks lightly and pushes the door open. The room is dark other than the sunlight streaming through the window, and silent other than the hum of the air conditioning thrumming through the building. She’s about to turn around to leave when she hears a few quiet sobs come from the easel storage area.

“Janis?” she calls, wincing as she hears a thump and a quiet “ow, shit” come from the same area. They’ve definitely found her, at least. They put their bags down on the counter by the door and head over, working their way through the maze of easels and tables of paint, peeking around one as Damian finally spies the toe of one of Janis’ boots poking out from behind another counter.

“Janis? What are you doing back here, we were waiting for you-“ Damian tries to say, getting cut off by Janis suddenly sobbing much harder. He and Cady lock eyes knowingly as they sink down next to her, she’s having a panic attack.

“Oh, darling, what happened? Can I touch you?” Cady says, suddenly much more worried than she was a few seconds ago. Janis hasn’t had a panic attack in almost six months. She nods quickly, reaching out for a hug. Cady shifts positions and hauls her into her lap with just a bit of effort, rocking them gently as her girlfriend wraps her arms around her neck and sobs brokenly into her shoulder. “What happened, mpendwa? Why are you so upset?” She murmurs, kissing her hair lightly as Damian starts rubbing Janis’ back to help calm her.

“I-I-“ Janis chokes out, but she’s still crying too hard to speak. She sinks back into Cady’s embrace and cries harder, staining her top with mascara. Cady doesn’t care. She gestures for Damian to grab her backpack as she continues gently shushing her girlfriend, still rocking them slowly. He rushes to grab it and bring it to her, unzipping it so she can root through with one hand to find her small water bottle. She pulls it out and unscrews the lid, gently pulling Janis’ face away from her chest and handing it to her.

“Here, darling, drink some water. Shh, sweetheart, you’re crying so hard. This’ll help a little,” she says lowly, looking to Damian with a concerned grimace as Janis takes little sips from it, hiccuping slightly between them. She takes deep breaths for a second and her sobs slow slightly, but another malicious thought passes through and she’s crying again. “Oh, mpenzi, no,” Cady coos sadly. She suddenly remembers something she read about when she was researching panic attacks and how to help Janis when she got them.

“Jellybean, can you do something for me?” Janis nods quickly, trying desperately to focus on Cady instead of inside her head. “Can you tell me five things you can see?”

“Um- um, your eyes. P-pretty. And Damian. And-um,” her eyes dart frantically around the room. “D-desks, and-and your bag, and my-my painting.” She sobs out.

“Good, my girl. Now take a deep breath and tell me four things you can hear,” Cady says softly.

“Air-air conditioning. And- there’s a bird outside, sounds- sounds pretty. Uh- me. Me c-crying, and um. Um, you t-talking.”

“Great job, sweetheart. Another deep breath, and tell me three things you can feel.”

“Uhm- you’re holding me, and D-Damian touching my back, and-and the floor is really hard,” She breathes, calming slightly.

“You’re doing so good, darling. Now tell me two things you can smell,” Cady comforts, pulling her just a bit closer. Janis told her pressure helps, just like her meltdowns.

“You-um. Your perfume, I like it-it. And uh. Um. The paint remover stuff,” Janis chokes out, trying to match her breathing.

“Good job, dearest, you’re almost done. What’s one thing you can taste?”

“Um. Your water bottle. Like met-metal,” She manages, her sobs gradually slowing to a stop as she goes totally boneless in Cady’s lap.

“How do you feel, Janjan?” Damian asks, taking hold of her for a second so Cady can get more comfortable before handing her back. It hurts a little, to know he’s not her main source of comfort anymore. But he knows Cady’s good for her, and that the bond he has with her will always be special to both of them. That’s all that really matters.

“Shitty, tired, the usual. My chest hurts,” Janis says quietly, sniffling a little. Damian grabs her some damp paper towels to clean her face with.

“Can you tell me what happened now, Jellybean?” Cady asks, cradling her carefully.

“I’m- I’m failing math and science,” Janis mutters, on the verge of tears again. “B-but I need those credits to-to graduate, they said if I can’t get my grades up by the end of the month that I won’t get to walk and I have to make them up in s-summer school.” Janis is supposed to leave for college with Damian in July, summer school means she’d have to withdraw for her first semester.

“Oh, my bluejay, no wonder you were so upset. But why didn’t you tell me, darling? I can tutor you in math, you know that,” Cady exclaims, kissing her red cheek softly.

“Yeah, and I can help with science, Janjan, you’re not doing this alone,” Damian adds, rubbing her arm.

“I-I can’t pay either of you for that right now. And I didn’t want you to think I’m s-stupid,” Janis chokes. Cady hands her the water bottle again, which she takes gratefully.

“Janis, we would never. We know you better than that,” Damian admonishes. “You’re top of our class in English, you’re nearly acing history, you just need a little boost to get caught up in math and science.”

Cady pipes up again, adding, “And you don’t have to pay us, Jayjay. You helped me with English last month and didn’t make me pay, remember?”

“Yeah, I-I just feel like I’d be taking advantage or-or something, I don’t know,” Janis mumbles.

“You won’t be, Jan. But if it bugs you that much there’s other ways you can pay us,” Damian offers. “Like, for every hour I spend doing science with you, you have to watch one episode of Drag Race with me or something.”

That gets a weak grin out of Janis. “I can live with that. W-what about you, Caddy?” She asks weakly, seeming almost afraid.

“There’s that beautiful smile,” Cady chuckles, leaning down to kiss her. “How about... every hour of math, I get half an hour as little spoon and... three really good kisses?”

Janis flushes scarlet. “I can do that,” she mutters, embarrassed.

I love you, is what Cady wants to say.

“Do you want to start tonight? I have a Mathletes competition, you can come watch and then we can work at my house after,” is what she actually says, all of them jumping as the warning bell rings. Janis nods as Cady passes her to Damian again. “Okay. I can’t miss class or I can’t compete, but I’ll come check on you after sixth, okay?” She scoops up her things, hugging Damian and kissing Janis goodbye as she nuzzles further into his hold.

——-

“The limit does not exist!” Cady yells, slamming her buzzer and securing the win for her team. The boys all cheer and rush up to hug her, Kevin congratulating her on her ‘schquillz’ as he does every competition. She shakes the other teams’ hands before grabbing her water bottle and going to find Janis in the crowd.

She shrieks as Janis sneaks up behind her, scooping her up and spinning her around before setting her down again. “Janis! You scared me,” she breathes, putting a hand over her heart. “What did you think, sweetheart?”

I think I love you, Janis wants to say.

“I think you look adorable in your uniform and that you have your work cut out for you because I didn’t understand anything you said,” is what she answers instead, bending down to kiss her.“I’m not complaining, the longer we spend working the more snuggles and kisses I get,” Cady laughs. “Let me grab my stuff and then we can go.” She says, pulling Janis down for another kiss before rushing off.

———

“I’m gonna change really quick, you can put your stuff wherever. I’ll be right back,” Cady says as they enter her bedroom. Janis puts her bag down on the bed, sitting next to it and looking around. She smiles as she spies some of her paintings hanging on the wall, just above Cady’s desk and across from her bed. She picks up the little stuffed lion she bought for her on their first date and holds it close for a minute.

“I named it Tesoro,” Cady chirps as she comes back, now wearing some cozy shorts and one of Janis’ hoodies. “It’s Italian for darling. Reminds me of you,” She says, getting comfy on her bed and gesturing for Janis to sit on her lap.

“How many languages do you speak?” Janis asks as she pulls out her textbook and nestles into Cady.

“Seven, I think. And ASL. I guess that’s eight, actually. Now what are you working on?” She asks, looking over Janis’ shoulder as she flips to the right page.

“This,” Janis huffs as she points to a problem. “I don’t get any of it.”

“That’s a factorial, dearest. You multiply it,” Cady hums.

“Oh.” Janis says, picking up a pencil and scratching an answer down in her notebook. “Like this?”

“Exactly. See, you got this stuff, you just need a little push,” Cady grins, rewarding her with a soft kiss behind her ear. “Now try this,” she grabs Janis’ pencil and writes down another sample problem for her to solve.

“Caddy?”

“Hmm?”

“I can’t read that. Your handwriting is terrible,” Janis laughs.

“Ugh, I know,” Cady growls, rewriting the problem neater this time.

They work on that section for a while, until they’re sure Janis has it down pat. Cady gently corrects her if she makes a mistake and cheers her on with little kisses when she gets one right. Janis thinks she likes this system quite a lot.

Eventually they both get tired, Janis needing a break. She turns around in Cady’s embrace as she lays them both down, resting her head on Cady’s chest and listening to her heartbeat. She gives a contented hum and wriggles closer as Cady starts playing with her hair, twisting her two-toned locks around her fingers and scratching her side shave gently.

They lie like that for a while, lost in peaceful silence with one another. Until Janis’ phone pings with a text from her mom, telling her it’s time to come home. Regretfully, she pulls herself slowly out of Cady’s embrace and starts packing her things back into her bag.

“No, stay,” Cady whines sleepily, still reaching for her. I love you.

“I’d love to, but my mom needs me home,” Janis replies, standing and coming to kiss her goodbye. “Thank you for helping me.” I love you, too.

Janis tucks her in, kissing her sweetly one last time. “See you tomorrow, Peanut.”

———-

Over the next few weeks, Cady and Damian have tutoring sessions with Janis whenever they’re available, sometimes squeezed in during rehearsals or Mathletes practice. She’s making a lot of progress, but her grades still aren’t where they need to be.

Right now, she’s sitting next at her desk in her room, cat on her lap and girlfriend sitting next to her. She’s struggling through a new topic, getting progressively more tense as they go on. Cady’s trying her best, but something just isn’t clicking in her brain.

Eventually, nothing Cady’s saying is registering. All she can hear are the thoughts swirling sadistically through her head. You’re out of time. You’re failing. You’re a failure. You’re never going to get it. Everyone thinks you’re an idiot. They’re all going to leave, this is it. It’s a wonder they haven’t already. She hasn’t moved for a while, Cady thought she was just thinking until she lets out a choked sob, hot tears dripping onto her paper.

“Jan? Oh, Bluejay, what’s the matter?” Cady coos, gently removing Pancakes from her lap and pulling her into tight embrace.

“I’m running out of time,” Janis wails into her shoulder. “I’m running out of time and- and I’m not doing well enough, my teachers are- are gonna be mad and everyone’s gonna leave and I’m gonna die alone under a bridge-"

“Whoa, darling, what? Where is this coming from, sweetheart? You’ve still got about a week and a half to get your grades up, and you’ve got that test on Friday, that’ll help. I’ll be here all day, every day until you get this stuff if that’s what it takes. And you know damn well I’m not going anywhere, especially not because of something like this,” Cady says sternly but gently, cradling Janis’ cheeks and looking into her watery brown eyes. “You’re the most precious thing in my life.” I love you. “You’re absolutely brilliant, my darling, I’m in awe of you every day.” I love you so much. “We just need to translate that to this, and that can take some time. You’ll make it out of this, sweetheart. And if you somehow die under a bridge anyway, I’ll be right there with you. Okay?”

Janis is still a little too emotional to register most of what she says specifically, but she gets the general message. Unfortunately, it sends another flood of emotion through her and she starts sobbing again. With relief this time, but still.

“Oh, darling, I’m sorry,” Cady mutters frantically. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. Do you want me to sing for you?”Janis nods, leaning into Cady’s embrace even further. She pulls her in, adjusting her hold to cradle Janis like a baby, her head resting in the crook of her elbow. She sings an old Kenyan lullaby someone taught her, crooning softly to her in Swahili as she dries the tears from under Janis’ eyes, grinning as she watches her contently and her sobs gradually stop again.

“Thank you, Caddy,” Janis sniffles once she finishes. I love you, she adds in her head.

“Always, mpenzi. Let’s take a break, hm? Have you taken your medicines today?” Janis shakes her head softly, refusing to look her in the eye. “Darling, no wonder you’re having such a hard time. I’m gonna start reminding you to take them in the mornings. Can I leave for a minute to go get them and get us a snack?” Janis clings to her tighter for a second but nods, letting go with another snuffle. Cady kisses her gently, and then disappears to the kitchen.

Janis rubs her eyes, wincing at the mascara staining her hands as she pulls them away. She grabs a tissue to clean herself up, then looks around for a second. Cady left her Mathletes jacket hanging on the back of her chair, maybe she wouldn’t mind if Janis borrowed it, just for a minute. She picks it up, trudging over to her bed before flopping onto it. Cady is much smaller than her, so there’s no way in hell it’ll fit, but she lays the soft fabric over herself like a blanket. She breathes in Cady’s comforting scent of rosewater perfume and books, fiddling with the end of a sleeve that’s been softened from Cady rubbing it against her lips whenever she’s nervous or trying to focus.

That’s how Cady finds her when she comes back in, carrying Janis’ prescription bottle and a plate with a massive tower of toaster waffles, Janis’ go-to unhappy times food. “Is that my jacket?” She teases, startling Janis a little. She nods sheepishly before nestling further into it as Cady grabs her water bottle from the desk, handing it to her so she can take her pills.

“Can I try something?” Cady asks once she’s gotten them down and is munching quietly on one of her waffles. Janis nods, suspicious. “Okay, put the waffle down for a second and don’t ask any questions.” Before Janis can even get a word out, Cady has grabbed her fuzzy pancake shaped blanket and swaddled her so tightly in it that she can barely move. She left her arms out, and hands back her waffle once she’s satisfied with Janis’ impromptu straitjacket.

“Caddy, what the fuck is this?” Janis asks, not totally complaining.

“You’re a Jancake! Get it? Like pancake but- but your name? Never mind, what Disney movie do you want to start with?” Cady replies, grabbing her computer and dragging her Janis sushi roll closer as she brings up Disney+.

“Tangled?” Janis asks sheepishly, sinking further into her cocoon as Cady snuggles up to her.

“Tangled it is.”

I love you so much, Cady thinks to herself, watching Janis nibble happily on her snack and dance along as best she can with the opening music.

And they spend the evening like that, feeding each other little bits of waffle and binging sappy movies. Homework can wait, sometimes.

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“You got all these right, Jayjay! I told you you could do it,” Cady cheers at her, setting her paper down and hugging her quickly. She’s down to the wire now, studying for her test tomorrow, her last chance to boost her math grade. Damian had somehow managed to drag her science grade up, so she had that under control now. “Now try this one.” Cady says, carefully scratching down another equation and sliding it in front of her.

“I thought we finished? That was the last unit,” Janis mutters, confused.

“This one’s a bonus. Just try it,” Cady begs, passing her the pencil. Janis looks down and sees:

128√e980

Oh boy. This doesn’t even look similar to what they’ve been doing, she has no idea how to even begin to solve it. Janis is a firm believer that letters do not belong in math, once the alphabet had gotten involved her brain had checked out.

“Um...” She hums, tapping her pencil against the desk lightly.

“Do you want a hint?” Cady asks, moving to take the pencil, sliding the page back in front of her once Janis gives a shy nod. Janis is more than a little confused when she simply erases part of it and then moves it back in front of her. Until she looks and sees it now roughly reads:

i love you

She snaps her head to look at Cady, blinking at her a few times in shock before throwing her arms around her neck and kissing her passionately. Cady sinks into her, cupping her face with one hand and tangling the other into her hair. Slowly, she crawls into Janis’ lap, straddling her waist and pressing herself impossibly closer.

Eventually, they have to break apart to breathe. “I love you,” Janis gasps the second their lips part. She moves her arms to Cady’s waist, holding her tightly. “I love you so much, I love you.”

“I love you, too. So much,” Cady responds, pressing their foreheads together and staring into Janis’ brown doe eyes. A wide grin suddenly spreads across her face, Janis’ own matching it to a slightly lesser extent.

“What are you all smiley about?”

“I said it first. I win,” Cady giggles.

“Hey! I said it out loud first. You cheated,” Janis pouts, smiling again as Cady kisses it away. “We are done for the day for real now, right?” She asks.

“Mmhmm. You’re gonna ace it tomorrow,” Cady says, nuzzling their noses together.

“So... you wanna cash in a few of those kisses and cuddle hours I owe you now? I think we both deserve a reward for this,” Janis smirks, laughing a little as Cady nods rapidly. She scoops her up and carries her over to her bed, pulling a blanket over them as Cady presses up against her side and rests her head on her chest. “You wanna sleep over?”

“Yes please,” Cady hums, crawling more on top of her and wriggling closer. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Janis teases, playing with a stray curl.

Cady leans up and presses their lips together. “I love you most. Now hush,” she mutters, laying back down on her chest.

“Yes ma’am.”

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“Caddy! Damian! Guys, look!” Janis yells down the hallway, rushing up to them where they’re chatting by their lockers.

“Whoa, Janjan, you good?” Damian huffs out, catching her as she barrels into him.

“Yes! Look,” She shoves a slightly crumpled paper at them, Cady peeking over Damian’s arm to see.

“Your report card?”

“Just look at it, Dame! Come on,” Janis begs, so they do.

Anatomy & Physiology: B-

Advanced World History: A-

Honors English 4: A

Algebra: B-

French 4: B+

Advanced Art & Painting: A

“Jan, this is incredible! You did it,” Damian cheers, hugging her tightly.

“Thanks, Damdam.”

“Bluejay, oh my god! I’m so proud of you!” Cady squeals, giving her another tight embrace once Damian lets her go.

“You seem surprised,” Janis teases.

“I’m not! I’m just proud of you, loser,” Cady says, pulling her down for a kiss. “You did great, my love.”

“I couldn’t have without you, baby,” Janis murmurs back, kissing her again softly.

Damian pretends to gag from behind them. “Ew, too much love!”

“Aww, you want a kiss too?” Janis teases as she reaches out for him, laughing when he dashes away. She goes back and pulls her redhead close again as the halls clear out for the day. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Who would’ve thought math would ever make me so happy?

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thank you for reading! please let me know what you thought!

lots of love, ezzy

#cadnis #cady heron x janis sarkisian #cady heron #janis sarkisian #mean girls #mean girls musical #mean girls broadway

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darkfairy-tales · 3 years

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Coffee

Description: Younghoon hates coffee. But he visits the cafe near his house everyday and drinks coffee as an excuse to see the cute owner.

Pairing: Younghoon x Chanhee (Bbangnyu)

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Younghoon drags himself out of his bed at 6 am. It is early. He should be resting for fuck's sake. After all it was sunday. It was the day where people stayed in their beds till late and rest. Younghoon used to do the same. Until a month ago. Until the cafe near his house opened. Until he saw the cute owner. Call him a sap but it was love at first sight. Yep Younghoon was totally whipped. He didn't liked coffee. God he hated coffee. It was bitter and just looked plain boring with its brown color. It wasn't Younghoon's type. But he had learnt to drink coffee everyday. After all getting a coffee was the easiest excuse he had to go see the owner of the cafe. He goes to his bathroom and freshen up washing his face and brushing his teeth. After grooming himself he goes downstairs with a book he had gotten from the library and his phone. He sees his housemate Jacob already awake and in the kitchen making coffee. "Going out to see the cutie again?" Jacob questions with a knowing look. Younghoon feels his face getting hotter as his cheeks turned a light pink. "You should try talking to him you know. It has been a month and you only know his name." Jacob snickers as he brings his cup of coffee and takes a sip. Younghoon grumbles as he walks out of the house.

He walks down the sidewalk as he mentally prepares himself to see the cute owner. But he knew he could never be prepared. The owner, whose name he learned was Chanhee, was pretty. Too pretty. Chanhee was ethereal. Younghoon could say with no hesitation that he has never seen someone as beautiful and as pretty as Chanhee. He wasn't even exaggerating. He reaches the cafe in a few minute and he stands in front of the glass door like an idiot for another good minute. With a deep breath, he opens the door and walks inside. The bell chimes lightly as he walks in. The sound causing Chanhee to look up from his phone. A sweet smile forms on the male's lips when he sees Younghoon. "Good morning Younghoon~ Should I give you the usual?" He speaks. If Younghoon looked calm to others at that moment then they were wrong. Internally he was screaming. Chanhee's voice was smooth and light. Younghoon was convinced that Chanhee has the voice of an angel ever since the first he had heard his voice. "Good morning. Yes please the usual." He says willing himself to not stutter. Chanhee gives him another smile as he goes to prepare Younghoon's drink. A latte, it was what he usually drank.

Younghoon takes a seat and places his phone on the table. He opens the book he brought with him. It was a young adult romance novel called "To All The Boys I've Loved Before" by the author named Jenny Han. He is not really sure why he even got this book but he was mildly interested by the name of the book. As he was reading through the first page Chanhee approaches him with his latte and a plate filled with some chocolate chip cookies. He places them down on the table. Younghoon looks at the cookies and at Chanhee. "I didn't asked for cookies..." He trails down a bit awkward and a bit shy. "It is on house." Chanhee says and without further words the smaller male works away living Younghoon with his heart thumping hard against his chest. 'Calm down dear stupid heart.' He internally says. He tries to go back to reading the book but he can barely focus. He looks up at Chanhee who seems to be making a drink for himself. He stares shamelessly as the male makes the drink. After the drink was done Chanhee pours it in another glass and takes a sip from it. Some of the whip cream from the drink are left on the coner of his lips. Younghoon curses at himself internally when he sees the younger poke his tongue out a bit and licking off the whip cream from the corner of his lips. "Fuck that's cute." Younghoon mumbles to himself as he closes his book. He had realized that he is not going to be able to read at all.

He looks back at Chanhee who sighs as he looks down at his drink. 'Say something idiot.' He thinks to himself. Trying to come up with something to say. "Uh hey you can s-sit with me right now." He stutters out catching Chanhee's attention. 'Great. You just had to stutter like some high schooler talking to their crush.' He scolds himself mentally. Surprisingly Chanhee grabs his drink as he comes up to where Younghoon was sitting putting down his drink on the table beside Younghoon's. He sits on the opposite side. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here." Chanhee says and jesus christ Younghoon feels like he is about to have a heart attack. "It's okay. I don't mind." Younghoon says. Chanhee gives him a grateful smile and takes another sip from his cup. "You are really beautiful." Younghoon blurts out, his face turning bright red when he realized he had spoken his thoughts out loud. Chanhee looks surprised but he doesn't looked creeped out or so as Younghoon had thought. "Well thank you. You are really handsome too." Chanhee says with a flirty tone. "I am not... that handsome." Younghoon says rubbing the back of his neck suddenly getting more shy than he already was. "I am not lying. I am sure you have girls and boys running after you. You probably have a lover too." Chanhee snorts. Younghoon knew Chanhee was right at least about girls and boys running after him. He didn't liked to brag about his visual or so but it didn't changed the fact that Younghoon had the visuals that leaves people whipped. "I don't have a lover. But I do have my eyes on someone." He answered. He internally pats himself for not stuttering again. "That's great. I am sure they must like you too." Chanhee says, his expression unreadable. "I am not sure. He is really pretty. Beautiful. What if he already has a lover or so?" Younghoon asks staring at Chanhee.

The smaller male lets out a small huff. "Not all pretty and beautiful person have a lover you know." Chanhee muttered. "Then what about you? Do you have a lover?" Younghoon blurts out. "I don't sadly. Used to have one though we ended things." Chanhee says. Younghoon hums as he drinks his latte, then picking up a cookie and eating it. As expected it tasted very good. He stares at Chanhee who seems to be in thinking about something, in a daze. 'Say something. Come on Younghoon! Ask him out.' He internally screamed at himself. Like jacob had told him, he really did needed to say something and interact more with Chanhee. He needs to grow some balls as Jacob's boyfriend Kevin had told him. "Would you like to go out with me?" Younghoon blurts out fast. "H-Huh?" Chanhee looked at him confused. He didn't quite heard the maleas he was deep in his thought. "What I said is.. Would you like to go out with me?" Younghoon asked again, his fingers fiddling with each other feeling nervous. Chanhee smiled brightly at his words. "Are you perhaps asking me out on a date Younghoon-ssi?" He teased making the said male blush. "Yes." He said, his face flushed. "You are so cute~" Chanhee snickered adorably. "So will you?" Younghoon asked. "Yes handsome. I would love to. But about that someone you had eyes on." Chanhee asked remembering Younghoon's words from a while ago. "That someone is you idiot." Younghoon huffs as leaned back. Embrassed, wanting the floor to just open up and swallow him.

"Really?" Chanhee asked surprised. "Y-Yeah..." Younghoon trails off. "That's... wow I didn't expected that. I mean.. You sure? You really had your eyes on me?" Chanhee asked, cheeks tinted pink similar to Younghoon. "Yes really! I mean I don't even like coffee but I come here to drink one as an excuse to see you." Younghoon says and then freezes up when he realized what he just said. 'Oh shit I must sound creepy. God' He internally groans. "You drink coffee which you hate just so you can use it as an excuse to meet me?" Chanhee asks pointing at himself and then he starts laughing. "Oh my god. Poor you! Why would you even drink coffee if you hate it. You are an idiot." Chanhee gasps out between laughs. "Hey don't laugh at me. I didn't had any other excuse okay." He defends himself. "You are so cute." Chanhee states as he calms down. "You are even more cuter. Have you even seen yourself? You are like really really pretty." Younghoon says making Chanhee smile bigger at the compliments. Just then Younghoon's phone rang. He looked at the caller name and realized it was Jacob. He quickly picked up the call. "Hey Hoon. Can you come back fast? I am so sorry for calling you when you are probably having a 'moment' or whatever you wanna call it. But I really need your help." Jacob said. Younghoon hummed. "It's okay hyung I will come back now." He replies then ended the call.

He looked at Chanhee who looks at him with raised eyebrow. "My hyung. He needs help so I have to go back." He mumbles a bit sad that he had to leave chanhee. "Oh. Of course. But wait let me get you something." Chanhee says as hw stands up. After a few minutes he comes back out with a box. "Here. You can... You know share it with your hyung. It's cookies and it's on the house." Chanhee says handing Younghoon a well packed box of cookies. Hesitantly Younghoon accepts it. He felt bad for taking it for free but Chnahee didn't let him pay. The smaller didn't even let him pay for the coffee too. Instead telling him to rush back home as his hyung was probably waiting for him. With a pout Younghoon walks back home. When he reaches his home he is greeted by Kevin and Jacob in the kitchen. "Thank god you are here. I am sorry. But me and Kevin need your help in moving some furnitures." Jacob said. "It's alright hyung. Here. Chanhee gave me." Younghoon says handing Jacob the box of cookies. "That's kind of him." The older says as he puts it down on the counter and opens it. His eyes widen when he saw what was inside. Cookies of different types were in it. But something even more 'important' was there. A slip of paper. "Younghoon I think you should see this." Jacob says as he pulls out the paper handing it to Younghoon who looked confused. He grabs the paper and read its content.

"I also had my eyes on you for a while and I would totally like to hang out with you. A date maybe? Text me :)

[Inserts phone number]

- Choi Chanhee

Younghoon gasp. "HE GAVE YOU HIS NUMBER?!" Kevin hollers as he gives Younghoon a side hug. "Finally! There is a progress." Jacob says wiping fake tears. "What are you waiting for idiot! Save that number and text him!" Kevin encourages. Younghoon does as he is told. He saved the number and sent a simple text. A big smile growing on his face. Finally he was having the chance to speak and interact more with the cute owner who he had been after for a whole month. He knew it was a start of something beautiful. A great chance of making Chanhee his and he sure as hell was not going to pass this chance. After all Kim Younghoon had spent a whole month drinking coffee, a drink he hates just to use it as an excuse to see the said male and maybe, Younghoon realizes, he might not hate coffee if it was made by Choi Chanhee.

Hello guys!!! I hope you enjoyed this story hehe. I am so soft for BbangNyu. Seeing them cuddle even while standing is the cutest. They make me feel more single than I am 💔

Anyway please don't forget to like and reblog this! I will continue writing more. You can check out my masterlist! I have it pinned 💙💙 Stay tuned for more. Love you all. Buii (๑・ω-)～♥”

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claptraprights · 3 years

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claptrap headcanons :O!

! Claptrap! <3 - There are two ex-bandit Crimson Raiders who kinda got saved by Claptrap (meaning that when the COV attacked the bar they were in and killed everyone around them, Claptrap started rolling up and down and screaming on top of his voice and drawing all the fire which gave them a chance to escape with their lives as the only ones in their clan. They were grateful to Claptrap (who also got away by sheer luck) and told him how much they admired him and how grateful they were - which in turn meant that Claptrap promised he would move heaven and Pandora to get them into the Crimson Raiders bc hey, what’s a robot without adoring fans!

He went to Lilith and held a big speech about the values of forgiveness and showing the bandits that the Crimson Raiders can protect them from the COV and that since he risked his life for them, they are basically his servants and pupils now and he simply cannot leave them to the fates of the wild when they are oh, so defenceless without their robot protector. Lilith kinda went ‘yup k whatever’ without looking up from whatever she was doing and they became part of the team. -- Their duty now is carrying Claptrap up and down all the stairs and ladders on Sanctuary III.

-The reason Claptrap(s) love(s) music so much is that Lawrence De Quidt used to have a radio on in his workshop when he first build the original Claptraps and since he was actually rather nice to them (after all, they were one of the first robots he made and the beginning of Hyperion’s AI branch, he was really proud of them and actually quite sad that people didn’t seem to like them for some reason?), the original Claptraps associated being around him with being happy and not being hated and somehow as the models got copied and mass-produced, these routines still had power because they were a baseline of how Claptraps think and Hyperion couldn’t be bothered to teach new, more neutral routines if the original ones work. Coincidentally, Lawrence’s taste in music was really really bad.

That’s also the reason why our Claptrap immediately became so fixated on Jack when he got formatted with VaultHunter.exe: Bc while the memory of Lawrence de Quidt was gone, not all of the routines were and there was some expectancy that his creator would be a good and important person in his life (something you probably wouldn’t find among something like Loaderbots that were mass-produced from the get-go and whose AI wasn’t created by humans but comes from Felicity.)

- I think I posted that before but I’m not sure but: Fl4k knew the home-planet of those little Kevins Claptrap kept until Tannis became too worried about their breeding habits and sometimes they take Claptrap to see them. Claptrap still tries to sneak them aboard though and Fl4k does their best to prevent it.

- Claptrap also has at least kind of a good relationship with Moxxi. (This is mostly based on the fact that she’s the only one who reacts at least kinda nice when she receives Claptrap’s birthday invitation and considering that she runs a bar, I think she really was busy). Part of the reason is that one of the last things she said (well...maybe kinda yelled) to her bar-Claptrap in the Up + Over bar was something about how it was being useless little menace (she was really in a bad mood considering everything that had been going on) and when all the Claptraps died, she felt really guilty about this being her last word to a Claptrap, so she has a bit more patience for our Claptrap than most people. Her patience still isn’t endless though.

- Claptrap knows everything about everyone. That’s why his mainframe is so big. It’s full of secrets. (Also he still has that invisibility upgrade which means he can sneak everywhere and eavesdrop)

#Claptrap #ewbie

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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Final Space Reviewcaps: The Hidden Light or Beelzbub’s Dad and Death Himself

Welcome back all you happy people! My regular coverage of final space continues as our Team Squad continues to be split up. Team Gary heads to the ruins of France and while HUE lives the dream, Gary finds the architect of his misery might also be the archtetcht of hope when he meets KVN’s creator. Meanwhile Team Avacato find some friends of some friends... and an old enemy horrifically reborn and just as pants crappingly terrifying as before. Find out whose back, whose just been introduced, and whose resting under the cut!

So once again i’ts time for roll call, as our Team Squad has been split into three groups so Team Gary: Gary, Quinn, KVN, HUE Team Avacato: Avacato, Little Cato, Ash, Fox, Sheryl. Team Bollo: Bollo, Mooncake

Same as last time and if your wondering why some names are missing from Avacato’s team, we will get to that. And since our three plots are entirely seperated from the start this time...

Team Gary: The Father of Beelzbub is A Moderaltey Tolerable Guy Picking up where we left off, Gary and Quinn gaze at earth though we do find out, naturally, the other half of the team is okay when Avacato buzzes in, confirming he’s alive at least. So with half the team stranded in the depths of final space, Gary’s next idea is naturally to plummet to earth and pick up a ship to pick them up. HUE has some flaws in the plan, i.e. the earth’s gravity field but KVN proves useful for once and helps carry them down to earth, our heroes ending up in Paris.

We get a fun subplot of HUE thoroughly enjoying his dream of visiting Paris in a body.. even though Paris itself is pretty fucking horrific, littered with floating corpses and with a smokey, unnerving atmosphere. But the contrast works.. what dosen’t is the ships our heroes fine, which are junked, likely due to months of having no mainteince coupled with the destruction brought on by the titans.

Gary does find something.. his worst nightmare.. a bunker FULL of KVN’s “I always thought i’d die like this”. They thankfully don’t want to kill him, and he finds a dwarf ventrixian whose a fan of his as are the KVN’s. As it turns out they somehow watched all his video logs to Quinn, and the little guy saying Quinn is even more beautful than he imagined lets him live when Quinn shows up. Gary is naturally puzzled why someone would create his worst nightmare, an army of kvns who know his personal details... until we find out who created the bunker: Kevin, the genius scientest who created the KVN’s.

Naturally Gary has as mature, sensible and calm reaction as you’d expect and he goes to see Kevin’s dad without innocent....

Had you there for zero seconds. No he has a fairly fluid and incredibly well voiced freakout ending in him wanting to burn the place to the ground in cleansing fire. It’s.. actually a very good thing Quinn’s the one who went with him as everyone on the other team except MAYBE Avacato would’ve gone with operation BURN THEM, BURN ALLL OF THEM.

So while Gary can’t burn them he does go to shoot Kevin’s creator in the head after finding out he’s alive and still in the bunker. And.. he actually is alive. It’s a nice change of pace as in most sci fi stories where we find the robot first the creator is long dead. But no Kevin.. is alive. It takes a bit for him to accept this is really happening due to a combination of Gary’s transmissions..and Nightfall having contacted him to make a ship. I’ts only when he tries throwing something at Quinn does he realize that nope these are real peoples and gladly welcome them for some rest so theyc an go find the ship he made for Nightfall. Relately the one major flaw I have with this episode.. is that it takes Gary and Quinn an embarassingly long time to put two and two together. Gary I get, he’s kind of distracted being caught in a waking nightmare and finding out he needs to rely on the man who ruined 5 years of his life. He’s also Gary. It’s okay. Quinn though, even with months of trauma stuck in a hell dimension.. is still the resonable one and still should’ve figured “Hey maybe the alternate future verison of me who was around back then did this”. The reveal is well done towards the end when it happens.. it’s just very weird it didn’t happen sooner.

So the couple are FINALLY alone.. for about 5 seconds because Kevin gets into bed with them. And while part of his loopiness is probably the horrifying isolation for the last few months, after all Gary wasn’t exactly the most coherent after his stint in prison, I do feel that at least part of it is just him. It just makes the most sense: the infinity guard massed produced the guys and Kevin was one of their top scientests. He likely didn’t half ass a project of this size or importance.. so it’d make sense that instead the KVN’s suck at their job because the person who made them really dosen’t get humans, or personal space and the KVN’s are simply degraded copies of him.

We do get a sweet moment with Quinn and Gary before Kevin decides they’ve rested enough time to go. They use the KVN’s to head to belgium, where the ship is, but have to fight Landfish, horrifying monsters that feast on the remains of dead worlds. So we get a fun and tense action sequence as our heroes sorta zipline through the monsters and KVN suprisingly turns out ot be useful twice in one episode. Our heroes make it to the ship, though HUE is down two arms and his self esteem, with Kevin asking why an AI would WANT to put themselves in a garbage bot. HUE admits he just wanted to experince life but it comes at a cost.. which granted the loss of arms seems rushed.. but it’s not like pre-AVA most of his life as a robot was that happy or fufilling so it dosen’t come out of nowhere and the person who MADE it better... is now dead and gone. He has no real reason to stay in the body anymore: He’s tasted life, he’s loved, and he’s lost.

So naturally he goes back to being the AI on their new ship, which Quinn Dubs the Galaxy 2 because naturally Gary’s name tries too hard and Kevin’s is nonsensical.. though really Galaxy 2 itself just.. isn’t a great name. Seriously call it the purple rain or something. Still it’s a cool looking ship and while i’ll BADLY miss the crimson light as Olan designed a really fucking cool ship there, the Galaxy 2 is none too shabby. So our heroes have there ship, HUE has his old Job back, and we get a sobering scene as Quinn and Gary finallyg et the nightfall thing, and Kevin leaves to go get the portal up and running and he’ll call them.. they don’t have his number but he’ll be in england where the project is so it’s not like they can’t find the crazy man when the time comes. So we end with Team Gary heading off to a huge energy signture to hopefully find someone. Who it is, if it’s even one of our groups, is unknown.. but given the stinger it’s probably Bollo and Mooncake.. but we’llg et to that. First

Team Avacato: FUCK

So on their astroid Sheryl wonders if the plan is to just stand around and wait for Gary. Tribore however.. wants to leave again. Despite being in an edltrich space nightmare, he decides to take some paternety leave and cuts off part of the asteroid to go bond with his son leaving us with five heroes who all quickly get abducted by teleportation.

Their abductors.. are Arachnitects, the last ones left in final space who intially confuse them as part of of Invictus unholy horde before Little Cato brings up Jeremy, and thus they free them and explain what’s up: as said their the last ones left in final space, the only ones who weren’t slaughtered or escape and try to offer our heroes hope and shelter.. before brutally being slaughtered by telekensisis... and it’s with that... HE has returned. While the trailers made no attempt to hide it and it was blatant from the start of last season he woudl return.. it dosent’ make his return any less chilling or impactful or David Tennant’s performance any less terrifying after being gone for a bit: Lord Commander HAS RETURNED

And make no mistake, hopefully, this is OUR Lord Commander, as he comments on the new additions.. and is GLEEFUL to have new toys to play with. Avacato is naturally horrifed he’s back and tries to just shoot him but that’s as effective as it’s always been, and he simply force lifts all of them, and naturally, being a sadsitic bastard, brings LIttle Cato forward as he wants to know where Mooncake is, though Little Cato makes a valid point: he dosen’t know where Mooncake is and even if he DID he wouldn’t tell him. And.. that’s where this part of the plot ends till next week. I”m fucking terrified. Nice to have David back though. Especially with Ducktales over. And as a side note... it’s notable Ash doesn’t try triggering her powers. Either she can’t and Lord Commander’s even stronger than her, or she just hasn’t yet. Or third horrifying option i’m going with thier powers come from the same source.

Team Bollo:The Forge

So with Gary hopefully coming to the rescue and the rest of our heroes trapped by a sadistic bastard who will likely gleefully kill at least one of them.. we find out where Bolo went after getting his ass kicked. He surivived.. but clearly needs a leg up.. so naturally for a charcter voiced by Keith David he goes about it in the most badass way imaginable: he has mooncake do the thing on a dwarf star so he can FORGE IT INTO A FUCKING BADASS SPACE SWORD TO SLAY THE TITANS WITH. My.. my body is ready for next week.

Final Thoughts:

This episode was excellent. The premire while not BAD had some issues with pacing and tone, where as this one found the perfect places to inject the series humor.. while keeping the stakes incredibly high and having the chilling return of it’s most terrifying antagonist. and yes tha’t swith the people posseing murder face out there. This episode returned Season 3 to the right track. It also continues to be seralized like season 1.. but I feel at least so far they’ve learned their lesson from Seasons 1 and 2 and combined the two better, having basically one big story, but having the pacing be more on par with Season 2 where things move along at a nice clip and we get more character stuff peppered in. It’s a nice combo. if it’ll hold out I do not know, especaillly with a longer runtime but we’ll see as we go won’t we. For now.. this episode was fucking awesome.

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Foxhole Court chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Neil Josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag. He didn't want the nicotine; he wanted the acrid smoke that reminded him of his mother.

And we're starting off on such a good note.

If he inhaled slowly enough, he could almost taste the ghost of gasoline and fire.

I admit that I don't know much about cigarettes, but I'm like 90% certain that they don't put gasoline into them.

"I didn't see your parents at the game," Hernandez said.

"They're out of town," Neil said.

"Still or again?"

Neither, but Neil wouldn't say that. He knew his teachers and coach were tired of hearing the same excuse any time they asked after his parents, but it was as easy a lie as it was overused. It explained why no one would ever see the Jostens around town and why Neil had a predilection for sleeping on school grounds.

It wasn't that he didn't have a place to live. It was more that his living situation wasn't legal. Millport was a dying town, which meant there were dozens of houses on the market that would never sell. He'd appropriated one last summer in a quiet neighborhood populated mostly by senior citizens. His neighbors rarely left the comfort of their couches and daily soaps, but every time he came and went he risked getting spotted. If people realized he was squatting they'd start asking difficult questions. It was usually easier to break into the locker room and sleep there.

Literally not one single person in this town asked themselves “Hey, where did this child come from? Where are his parents?”

I find it more than a little difficult to believe.

Especially that not one single person with the school's administration wanted to see so much of a parent/guardian signature on SOMETHING.

Exy was a bastard sport, an evolved sort of lacrosse on a soccer-sized court with the violence of ice hockey...

How to get away with writing about sports when you know nothing about sports.

Millport boasted fewer than nine hundred residents. This was a place where everyone knew everyone's business.

LITERALLY NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON ASKED “WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS CHILD'S PARENTS”?!

It didn't matter how much he liked being Neil Josten. […] Twenty-two names stood between him and the truth...

Are you telling me that his name isn't even Neil Josten? HOW THE FUCKITY FUCK DID HE EVEN GET ENROLLED IN SCHOOL WITHOUT ANY SORT OF LEGAL DOCUMENTS AND PARENT/GUARDIAN SIGNATURES?!

Prison couldn't stop his father for long, and Neil wouldn't survive a rematch with him.

Victim protection services? LOL WHAT IS THAT?! (I say of a book that's already not understanding how even public schools need legal documents to enroll a student.)

"I already gave you my answer. I won't sign with you."

"You didn't listen to my whole offer," Wymack said. "If I paid to fly three people out here to see you the least you could do is give me five minutes, don't you think?"

So this is how they recruit for Exy players? By scoping out people that Neil says come from “broken homes”, and then lying in wait to ambush people who dare to say no?

If Neil wanted nothing to do with this before, he sure as fuck isn't going to join after having been beaten up just now.

"Coach already answered that question," Kevin said, a tad impatiently. "We are waiting for you to sign the contract. Stop wasting our time."

Neil already said no. Multiple times. And tried to leave.

So at this point, it's honestly their own damned fault over time wasted.

"Let's try that again. The reason I'm asking is because Coach Hernandez guesses you spend several nights a week here. He thinks there's something going on since you won't change out with the others or let anyone meet your parents. That's why he nominated you to me; he thinks you fit the line. You know what that means, right? You know the people I look for.”

I've seen enough Law & Order: SVU to the point where my mind is screaming this at me: GROWN-ASS MEN DON'T HARASS YOUNG, VULNERABLE BOYS FROM BROKEN HOMES TO JOIN THEIR COLLEGE SPORTS TEAM UNTIL THEY GIVE UP AND SIGN.

This man sounds like a groomer, but okay.

"Andrew's lot stays in town for summer break," Wymack said. "They crash with Abby, our team nurse. Her place is full, but you could stay with me until the dorm opens in June. My apartment's not made for two people but I've got a couch that's a little softer than a rock.”

[image description: a black and white screenshot from the original Lost in Space series. A 1960's robot is saying “DANGER WILL ROBINSON!” while Will Robinson looks at the robot.]

“Did you think I made the team the way it is because I thought it would be a good publicity stunt? It's about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you."

I'm all for giving people second chances. Especially children, who might not have known any better.

But the problem is that this guy is 100% refusing to accept Neil's decision. And he's honestly giving me these really strong “I groom people from vulnerable situations so that I can molest them and they won't say no” vibes.

He left the stadium and the Foxes and their too-good promises behind him, but the unsigned contract in his bag felt like an anchor around his neck.

Chapter 1 summary: Meet Neil, a rough boy who literally lives at the school because he's an orphan with his father in prison for having murdered somebody. He lied about every single thing about himself in order to get into a public high school, including his name.

Despite his now-dead mother's advice to keep his head down and not to play the fictitious sport of “exy”, Neil couldn't help himself and ended up playing at this school. But he was so good at it that the coach sent a video of Neil playing to the coach of a college team. The titular “Foxes”.

As I said in my earlier commentary, but the coach has an extreme hard-sell tactic, including having two members of his team waiting for Neil in the locker room to beat him up if he didn't say yes. The third member of the team is somebody that Neil knows personally... from before his father went nuts. He has memories of watching Kevin as Neil's dad apparently went nuts at a sportsball game when they were in little league and murdered somebody. Kevin is mainly the reason why Neil is saying no, but another big part of it is because college is more watched than high school, and he doesn't want his father to find him.

The coach eventually leaves the contract with Neil. Neil is sick in the toilet, and wants nothing more than to tear up the contract and slip away into another identity.

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