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restinslices · 2 years

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100 Reasons Why I Love You

Polaris looks back on a gift Cedric gave her after attending his funeral.

“Can I get you anything?”, Remus asked softly. His head peaked into Polaris’ room. His hands resting against the door frame.

Polaris shook her head no. Her shoulders felt as if someone was pressing against them all day, and she now had a post crying headache. She just wanted to rest and see if she could somehow forget all of this even happened.

Remus nodded in response. “Let me know if that changes. I’m here”. Remus shut the door behind him and Polaris was finally allowed to be alone. She loved her dad and how understanding and supportive he was, but being around people just exhausted her. It’s like her energy had a timer that only lasted so long when around people. It made her feel guilty.

She never felt that way around Cedric.

The bobby-pins slipped out her hair, and she felt a cold breeze against her skin when she slipped off her black dress and changed into her pajamas - a baggy grey t shirt and plaid shorts -. She didn’t want to check in with Remus, or Mr. Diggory, or send an owl to any of her friends. She just needed rest, then she’d surely feel better.

Polaris looked around her room and let out a deep sigh. Her room was a mess. Everything was out in the open; clothes piled on both the floor and was taking up space on her bed, her curtains were closed, the light that usually faced her bed was facing the door instead, her reading books laid untouched on a chair in the corner, and things were spilling out her bag from where she threw it when school ended.

“Where’s my wand?”, she wondered out loud. She hadn’t taken it with her to the funeral and she could’ve sworn she put it on top of her nightstand where she usually puts it.

She rummaged through her entire room, looking under the piles of clothes, under her bed, even checking her dresser and under her pillows before she gave up with an annoyed groan.

She threw her door open,

“Dad! Where’s my wand?” She called through the hallway.

“You threw it in your nightstand before we left!”, he called back. Polaris rolled her eyes, of course she checked everywhere but inside the nightstand. She called out a quick thanks before closing her door.

She pulled on the knob that opened the nightstand, and while her wand was in there, her eyes landed on something else;

A mason jar with a yellow ribbon around it. Sitting next to it was a white envelope that hadn’t been opened.

Her fingers wrapped around the mason jar, her vision becoming blurry as the forming tears blocked her vision. She never thought she’d hold it again.

~~~

The sun was still high in the sky on

Christmas Eve but it didn’t do a single thing to help. Polaris still had to wipe snow off the bench before setting the box down and sitting next to it, and she could still hear kids throwing snowballs at each other.

Her legs bounced in anticipation, she knew Cedric had to love her gift. If only he was on time though…

“Polaris!”, she turned her head to look to the side of her, a wide smile appearing on her face as she saw the hufflepuff carefully jog towards her.

“You’re 10 minutes late Diggory”, Polaris announced as she stood up. She wiped away snow that somehow got on her butt as Cedric grimaced,

“I know. I got caught up with-”

“Another fan?”

“You make it sound like I’m a celebrity”

“You’re a Triwizard Champion. It’s essentially the same for us”.

Cedric shook his head but didn’t argue.

“Who goes first?”

“I go first!”, Polaris exclaimed with excitement. She nudged the box towards him - although it still sat on the bench -. Cedric shimmied the top of the box off, his eyes examining everything. At first, he saw a bunch of candy he was familiar with, but then he saw candy he was unfamiliar with. His eyebrows knitted together,

“What is all this?”

“You always say you’re interested in muggle things, so I got a bunch of muggle candy you can try. Like look-“, she pointed at a bag, “- skittles! Have you ever heard of anything as weird as that?!” Her excitement earned a laugh from Cedric.

“I know I usually can’t get you anything besides knitting you something but-”

“Polaris, stop. I love everything you get me”, Cedric said in a surprisingly stern voice.

“Ok! Ok!”, Polaris said in defeat with her hands in the air, “do you like it?”

“Is that a question? Ok, now my turn. Turn around.”

Polaris raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. She turned and stood still, only jumping slightly when she felt Cedric put something around her neck. Her hand raised to where she felt this sudden coldness; it was a necklace. She turned around while looking at the necklace. The necklace was a silver chain, but what caught her attention was the big thing attached to it. It was a silver pendant, but inside of it was a picture of a drawn hand, it’s pinkie out with a red string attached to it.

Polaris looked up to see Cedric pointing at his own chest, he was wearing an identical necklace but the hand had its palm facing outwards unlike Polaris’.

“There’s this… muggle thing I’ve heard about. I don’t know how to explain it. But I’ve heard them discuss having a red string attaching you to your soulmate, so I had these made. Although, we’d be more platonic soulmates.” Cedric explained. Polaris had never heard of this concept but muggles were such strange people, she didn’t question it. Instead she just looked at the picture while smiling,

“I take it you like it?”

“You know I do”

Cedric nodded, “good, because I have one more and NO complaining”. Polaris’ swore Cedric could’ve read her mind, as she was just about to complain about how she only got him one thing and didn’t want him spending all his money on her.

Cedric reached into his bag, digging around a bit before pulling out a sealed white envelope and a mason jar with tons of small scrolls in them. Polaris once again raised an eyebrow, looking at Cedric as she couldn’t even guess what it was.

“You proposing to me Cedric? You know I don’t like men right?”, she joked. Cedric let out a fake chuckle,

“If only”, he handed the jar to her. She looked at it, before glancing at Cedric who nodded at her, giving her the ok to open it.

She unscrewed the top, pulled out one of the scrolls and read the writing on it

“Your smile makes me smile” she read, “what’s this?”

“I have written 100 reasons why I love you and once you’re done with all of those, you can open this”, he handed her the envelope, “seriously though. Don’t open that until you’re done”.

“Yeah yeah, I got it”, she responded.

“The necklace is so everyone knows who my number one supporter is once I win the tournament and all of that… uhhh you’ll find out when you finish”.

~~~

Polaris never did finish.

She read one everyday, but with school she just ended up forgetting. Between Harry and his midlife crisis, school, hanging with Cedric then writing home, she just ended up missing a lot of days but she’d slip every paper she read in a small pocket in her bag so she didn’t mix them up. And after Cedric died… she just put it away. She didn’t wanna read reasons why Cedric loved her. He shouldn’t have loved her. He shouldn’t have loved her when she didn’t stop him from putting his name in that goblet.

She wiped her tears away with her free hand. She looked down, seeing she still had that necklace on.

She flopped on her bed, her slouching over as the jar still stayed in her hands. All she felt was confusion. She didn’t think Cedric should’ve loved her, so she didn’t wanna read the rest of what he wrote. But she knew they had a bond no one else did, and the necklace reminded her of Cedric so she kept it on. She didn’t know what she wanted at this point or what she was even thinking.

Even though all this went through her head, she still found herself unscrewing the top and pulling out one of the scrolls

‘You listen to me’.

~~~

Polaris thought that would be it.

That she’d put the jar away, grab her wand, clean her room and just forget she ever read that. She couldn’t though. Every time she set her wand on that nightstand, all she wanted to do was open it and read another. Read another piece of paper that Cedric wrote on when he was still alive. Another note that he wrote her as a gift and wanted her to read. At some point she couldn’t stand it. She grabbed all the papers she already read, put them back in the jar, shook it and started all over again, counting the one she read after the funeral as number one. And she read one every single day when she woke up until she went through them all.

2. ‘Your laugh is horrendous, but I love hearing it’

4. ‘You’re supportive’

8. ‘You’re hilarious’

16. ‘You’re an amazing and nice person’

32. ‘You make me feel like I can get through anything’

64. ‘You’ve taught me what love is, even if it’s platonic’

70. ‘Your presence comforts me’

82. ‘You push me to be better’

90. ‘You know all the things that make me happy’

95. ‘You make me wanna do my best’

The last one was a repeat;

100. ‘Your smile makes me smile’.

Finally, her hand held the envelope.

She had finally read every single slip of paper, this was the only thing left. She took a deep breath, opened the envelope and pulled out the paper inside.

‘ To: Polaris.

I’ve scrapped four of these letters. I just can’t seem to make my words make sense. Hopefully this makes sense because my hand is starting to hurt.

You may think “wow Cedric, this is really corny”, and I know it is. I just didn’t know how else to do this. I couldn’t talk your ear off and tell you all the reasons I love you, so I wrote it.

I know you have problems with yourself. You tell me about them. Usually when it’s late at night and you’re staying over, or if you’re so stressed that it spills over. You say you don’t think you’re a good person. How you’re scared you may hurt someone during a full moon, but don’t wanna tell Mr. Lupin because you don’t wanna worry him or hurt his feelings. You say you don’t think you’re the prettiest. Or you worry about how your dad may react to you not being straight. Or you say other negative things. And I don’t mean to be dismissive but every time I hear this I think “what is she talking about? How could she think this?”. I just can’t understand how someone as great as you could think such terrible things about yourself. And sure, me saying how amazing you are probably won’t help as much as I wish it would, but it’s better than doing nothing. Now that I have a bigger space to write, I can say this. Polaris Lily-May Lupin, you are the greatest person I’ve ever met in my entire life. You’ve given me hope. You’ve helped me be courageous. You’ve brightened my day when it seems dark. You’ve loved me no matter what and you’ve shown me what a soulmate is. It’s not someone you’re romantic with. I mean, it can be. It can be someone you kiss and hold but it doesn’t have to be. A soulmate is someone who listens. Someone who loves you no matter what, and when an obstacle comes they fight it with you. They give you a reason to fight. They make you laugh, and when you think of them in danger or hurt, it tears you in two. Am I making sense? I hope so.

So hopefully, on days where you feel negative you can read one of the slips in that jar. You have no excuse now, because I’ve written 100 reasons why I love you.’

#harrypotter #cedricdiggory #harrypotteroc #ocwriting #angst #ocangst #polarislupin

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miss-authorcita · 3 years

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A/N: So, I'm obsessed (once again) with Taylor's Fearless album and I've decided to write one shots of each of the songs. They probably won't be that good cause I'm literally just writing them down and posting them. (No spellcheck, no beta reader, no nothing) I just wanna get back to writing and this came to mind.

SUMMARY: It's been almost 2 years since Civil War. You and Steve have grown closer while on the run, but you can't help missing the roller coaster love you and Tony shared. (Inspired by: That's The Way I Loved You)

I was sitting by the window of my ratty Motel room, simply staring at the wet cobblestones of the empty street barely lit up by two lamp lights. My thoughts kept drowning me, it was a new thing with me when I was alone. I made so many mistakes in my life and now the solitude seemed to bring them all to the forefront of my mind.

A knock brought me out of my stupor and I was instantly in alert, gun out of its holster and aiming towards the door.

"Y/N, it's me and Nat." Steve's voice was heard muffled by the wood.

I relaxed, letting my shoulders fall. I reholstered my gun and unlocked the door, letting both of them step into my room. As soon as I locked the door behind them Steve pulled me by the waist and kissed me. Just a quick peck. I blushed and stepped away.

"I got you something." He smiled and pulled out a packet of skittles from his pocket.

I couldn't help, but smile. "I haven't had these in years not since..." I trailed off not wanting to mention his name.

Steve nodded and kissed my forehead.

"I have to stop by Wanda's and Sam's just to check in. I'll be back later tonight, alright?"

I nodded still staring at the bag of skittles in my hand. Steve opened the door and waited for Nat to walk by first. She stopped beside me and squeezed my forearm making me look up. She gave me her signature side smirk. She always voiced her support. She was mine and Steve's biggest shipper.

After the two of them left, I waited till I couldn't hear their footsteps anymore before collapse on the bed. Once again, while in solitude, I let the memories of my mistakes flood my mind.

It was a few hours later when Steve knocked on my door again. I opened and stepped to the side to let him in. He locked up and once again pulled me towards him by my waist. This time he just holds me.

"I know this life is hard. I know how hard...how difficult leaving was..." He's hesitant with his words, always sensible and caring of my feelings.

I just nod, unable to use words, afraid I'll just start sobbing.

"You know I'm doing everything I can to make this as easy for you as possible, right?"

I pull back and stare up at him. I let my hand caress his bearded jaw as I look deep into his blue eyes. "I know, Steve and I appreciate it so much" I whisper and stand on my tip toes to kiss him.

I fall asleep in his arms that night like many before and again like many times before we have to leave suddenly. Sam is the one to wake us, urgently banging on the door. We'd been tracked and we needed to move out quickly. All of us are out of the building in less that 15 minutes. We head to our cars and Steve opens up my door, helping me step in like a true gentleman.

"You look beautiful tonight." He says with a grin and I roll my eyes with a chuckle and close the door. He jogs to the driver side, and we're all off to find our next hideout.

The ride is long and before I know it I've fallen asleep.

"Tony!" I yell as soon as the elevator doors open. "Tony Stark!" I shout once again.

"What!? What!? Why are you shouting?" He asks, coming out of the kitchen. His hair is wet , he's wearing a black tank top and sweats and holding a bag of chips.

"Why am I shouting!? Have you seen the news!?" I yell again. His confused face only makes me madder. The rage is building like the rain and thunder outside like it's mimicking my mood.

"I was showering...so no?" He smiles and that is the last straw. I explode, my voice basically shrill.

"All the news channels are showing the explosion! The one of the building you and the Avengers were in! They don't show you guys coming out of it! I called Tony!"

"Sweetheart, I'm fine. I'm alive." He says like my tone isn't a very obvious clue to my state of mind.

"You didn't answer when I called! You what? Came home, showered and were gonna eat fucking chips! Did you even think to let me know you were okay!?" I couldn't seem to lower my voice even if I wanted to. I was so upset.

"I was gonna call you as soon as I sat on the couch." He excuses.

"Fuck you, Tony Stark!" I hissed and started walking to the elevator to leave.

"Friday close access to the elevators." Tony said as he made his way towards me. I dodged him and made my way to the doors that led to the hall.

"Friday if you could, please." At his command the padlock turned red, obviously meaning they would not open, at least not for me.

We stood a few feet apart, me glaring and him smirking. I must've lost my mind that night because I looked out towards his Ironman platform and made a run for it. He followed me out, both of us instantly soaked by the rain. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to face him.

"Are you insane!? What was your plan!? To jump off of the building!?" He yelled over the roar of the rain.

"You're the one who locked all other exits."

"I was bloodied, bruised and covered in soot and cement and dust, okay!?" His change of tactic threw me.

"What?" My eyes were wide. This whole conversation was an unpredictable rollercoaster.

"That's why I didn't call you. I...didn't want to scare you. I don't want you to worry eveytime I go save the world...So I came here, hid the suit, cleaned up and then I was going to call you."

"I always worry about you, Tony."

He sighed and looked away from me. I'd always known his fear. He lost Pepper because she couldn't handle his Ironman life, so he tried to keep me out of the loop thinking he was helping, but it wasn't.

I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around him. "Call me. It helps me to know how you are. Even if you're bleeding out." I said locking eyes with him

He chuckled. "I'll be sure to do that. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, you insufferable man."

And with a laugh he kissed me in the rain at 2am we were so in love back then.

"We're here." Steve's voice roused me up from my dream, or more like memory.

"Where is he? I mean 'here.' Where is here?" I ask still groggy.

"One of Nat's safe houses." Steve fills in and starts unloading the car.

I'm not sure if it was the dream, but the memory of Tony crushed my mood. Steve must've noticed my shift because he asked if I wanted to sleep alone tonight and I agreed. They're so different that sometimes it's shocking to me. Steve respects my space, Tony was always there even when I didn't want him to, but always needed. Steve has never made me wait, Tony was known for being late. I started telling him the wrong time to try and trick him into arriving on time. They're opposites. Steve gets along so well with Nat who is basically my sister, while her and Tony were never the best of friends. Steve is just charming and endearing and even while being on the run for almost 2 years he's managed to make me feel comfortable. But I can't help it, I miss Tony.

It's while sitting on my bed alone, opening my bag of skittles that the tears come as I remember him. I fall asleep, sobbing that night.

I had been sitting in the couch for an hour. Dressed amazing if I may add. Heels and everything which I hated and he wasn't here. He was always so late and I was more than frustrated. I heard the elevator doors open and I didn't even glance. I was gonna strangle the man.

"I know I'm late. I'm sorry, I was--"

I interrupted his apology "Let me guess, you got tied up in the lab? Again."

"Actually no."

His answer suprised me and I turned to glare at him, but my eyes widened when I saw him holding a huge jar full of red skittles.

"W-what is that?"

He smiled and walked closer to me, setting the jar on the table next to the couch.

"I know you only like eating the red ones so ta-da."

I laughed. "Are these the reason you were late or are these a gift to make up for being late?"

"A little bit of both? I forgot to pick the order up earlier today...cause I got tied up at the lab...so I went to pick them up after and that's why I'm late."

I sighed and kissed him. "You drive me insane."

"But that's the way you love me." He teased.

I nodded and kissed him. That's the way I loved him.

As I sit outside with Steve, leaning on his chest, I can't help but wonder if he knows. My smiles aren't real, and I've gone numb over the months. I barely feel anything anymore. The numbness worsened after we started whatever this is. Steve has always been looking for someone to fill the emptiness since Peggy and conveniently I needed a balm for the pain of losing Tony. We weren't in love, or at least I hoped he didn't love me...because my heart doesn't feel anything anymore.

"You're...you're siding with him?" The crack in his voice made me wince.

"Tony, I can't sign the Accords."

"Why not!?"

"You know what being under the governments control has done to me!" He knew of my past, of the millions of tests I was subjected to, the betrayal, the rules that were only there to hurt me. I'd confided in him every dark moment.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "We need to be held accountable." He repeated to me what he'd said at the conference room.

"I know, but not like this. Tony--" I went to touch him and he flinched away. That simple move broke my heart.

"If you side with him, it'll break us."

"Tony..."

He locked eyes with me, begging me to stay, but I didn't. I couldn't and I lost him.

I had decided that morning that I needed to talk to Steve. He was my friend before we became anything more and even if it meant making our runaways situation awkward, I needed to be honest with him. I couldn't keep sleeping wrapped in his arms. He needed to know that my heart belonged to Tony. He needed to know that I spent my days dreaming up plans of how I could see him without getting arrested. He needed to know that I looked for him in every person we passed by. He needed to know...or at least I needed to tell someone. I took a deep breath and started walking towards him when a ring broke the peaceful morning silence.

He looked at the number on his burner phone before locking eyes with me. "It's Tony."

#tony stark x reader #tony x reader #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #tony stark imagine #ironman x reader #ironman imagine #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #post civil war

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marvel-mistress-padawan · 3 years

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Lady Fair

Darcy Lewis was more than a little nervous for her first day working as Tony Stark’s assistant. She had only met Mr. Stark two weeks ago for the interview and it had gone terribly, or so she thought, and then she had been hired. Maybe Thor had influenced his hiring decision or maybe Tony Stark just wasn’t thinking so clearly without Pepper there to assist him anymore. No one was thinking clearly after Thanos...Darcy only hoped she didn’t mess this up. This job was the only hope she had of getting her life back together.

Darcy parked her car at the big parking lot next to the complex, shouldered her gypsy style oversized purse, and made her way to the double doors. She swiped her security badge, entered the code that she had written on a post-it note, and entered the building. Her instructions said to take the elevator to the third floor and look for the room marked 3-C. She stepped off the elevator, passed 3-A then 3-B. She could see 3-C ahead when a noise further down the hall got her attention. Darcy followed the sound to an open doorway and found herself on a balcony overlooking a gymnasium. Below her, several of the Avengers were training. She watched them for a few minutes and then turned and went back to the room that was to be her office.

The office was sparsely decorated. She tossed her purse into and empty desk drawer, plunked down into the wheeled chair which she spun in a circle a few times before turning her attention to the DVDs on the desk marked, “New Hire Orientation Packet.” With a sigh, Darcy put the first disc into the player.

By lunch time, Darcy slipped out to watch the Avengers train yet again.

“Darcy Lewis!” Thor caught sight of her a called out. “I was not aware you would be here today! Come down and I will introduce you to my friends!”

She found a set of stairs to her left and soon crossed to where Thor stood. It was good to see him again. It was good to see someone familiar, and safe. The past few months had been anything but safe and that had nothing to do with Thanos and everything to do with Ian. After everything she had suffered in childhood Darcy had always had a weakness for men who would “rescue” her. Ian had not been what he seemed, not once he got drunk. Taking a job in another state had been the simplest way to leave him but she hadn’t officially broken it off yet. She’d been too afraid he would show up at her door drunk when she did. The anxiety of knowing what was coming had been following her for three days since she moved out. Now, as she approached Thor, she felt safe for the first time in months.

“Darcy this is, Steve Rogers, Nebula, Rocket, Bruce Banner, Natasha...Darcy used to work with Jane Foster. Now she works for Tony,” he told them after he had listed off their names. Then he turned to Darcy. “I thought you would not arrive until next week. It is good to see you here today.”

“I wasn’t gonna be here until next week,” Darcy admitted. She had done everything she could to get there sooner, or rather to get away from home. “But I made some calls and Mr. Stark let me come early.”

“Well I am glad he did. It is good to see you,” Thor said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s good to see you too,” Darcy leaned into his touch just slightly and had to force herself not to start crying. “You changed your hair. It’s a good look.”

“Are you moving into the complex?” Natasha asked her. “Or are you commuting?”

“I’m moving in. I have a few bags in my car and the rest of my stuff is getting sent at the end of the week.”

“Then let us assist you with carrying in your bags,” Thor offered. It was not a request.

“Thor she’s gotta eat lunch,” Nat protested. “We can help her with her bags this evening.”

“Or I can order lunch while you guys grab the bags,” Bruce offered.

Darcy led the way out to her car, followed by Thor. He could manage her four bags easily enough. She reached her car and realized she had forgotten something. “Shit. I don’t have my keys. They’re back inside at my desk.”

“Then I will go get them for you,” Thor said.

He took only one step away before Darcy grabbed his arm. “Wait!”

Thor stopped moving and looked down at her with concern and curiosity. “You seem on edge,” he commented. “Is everything alright or do you have something to fear?”

“I don’t really know,” she said. She was on edge every moment wondering when Ian was going to realize she had left for good and knowing there was a very good chance he would take up stalking her. He fit the profile anyway. Then she looked down at her hand and realized she still had a tight grip on Thor’s arm. She made herself let go. “I’ll go with you to get the keys.” She headed in the direction of the facility entrance but Thor didn’t follow her.

“Darcy?” he called after her.

She stopped walking but didn’t turn to face him for fear that if she did she’d just fall apart. She wished she had a bag of skittles about then. A candy rush might be enough to get through the next few hours without a meltdown. Thor approached her and stood at her side. He reached over to her arm and pushed aside her long bell sleeve revealing a bruise she had been careful to keep hidden, apparently not careful enough.

“Who gave you this bruise?”

“My boyfriend,” Darcy admitted.

“You have left him behind and you fear he is searching for you?” Thor asked, understanding her situation more quickly than she had expected.

Darcy nodded again, this time unable to stop a few tears from escaping.

“If he finds you, he will not harm you,” Thor said firmly.

Darcy let out a sob and then impulsively she turned and threw her arms around Thor, hugging him tightly. He quickly got over his shock and hugged her in return. She didn’t really cry. Darcy wasn’t one for tears very often. Life had been too hard for too many years for her to be bothered with crying. But she did hold on tightly. Thor could protect her but more than that, he wouldn’t hurt her. Not ever. He couldn’t have been worthy of the hammer of he had been that kind of person. The fact was that for the first time since she was eight, she was hugging someone who truly wouldn’t harm her. It made her unwilling to let go anytime soon. It wasn’t that she was attracted to Thor. Sure, he was hot, but she had set aside her crush on him when Jane started dating him. No this was something more basic, a need for a protective family that she’d never had before. Or maybe it didn’t hurt that he was hot. She couldn’t be sure. She only knew that they needed to go back inside and get her keys, and she just couldn’t let go.

“Darcy?” Thor spoke up after what must have been three minutes.

She shook her head, still holding onto him. “Nope. I think this breaks the record on the longest safe hugs I’ve ever had. Can’t let go now.” She rattled off the words.

“Safe hugs? Are there other kinds?” Thor asked, a little confused.

“Sure there are. There are hugs from your creepy stepfather who only wants to hug you because he’s a pervert. And hugs from your real father only when your mom is watching just so he can prove he’s not a deadbeat. And hugs from three boyfriends as an apology for beating the shit out of you.” Darcy told him more than she’d meant to but she couldn’t help it.

She felt Thor sigh on hearing her words and his arms tightened around her a little more firmly. “Then stay a while longer. I have plenty of time.”

Darcy only stayed another minute and then she made herself pull away from Thor and return to her office for her keys. They went back to her car and carried her bags to her new apartment within the complex.

“Yours is right across the hall from mine,” Thor pointed out as she unlocked the door.

“Are you gonna be one of those neighbors I can like borrow baking ingredients from because I always forget to buy stuff?” Darcy asked him as she dropped the smallest of her bags, the only one she had carried, into a nearby recliner.

“You may borrow from me whatever you wish if I have it.” Thor offered generously. “If there is something I should keep a supply of…”

“I don’t actually do that much baking. The only supplies I need are stuff like gummy bears and skittles.” Darcy said, leading the way back out of her apartment to join the others in the lunch room. They had almost reached the others when Darcy stopped once more to say something to Thor. “If you could...not say anything about what I said about Ian and hugs…” she began.

“I will not speak of it,” Thor told her.

***

The knock on her door at well past 11PM startled Darcy. She put aside her pint of ice cream and went to the door. Thor stood on the other side.

“Your light was on. I brought you this,” he held up packages of gummy bears and skittles.

“Wow,” Darcy said. “The god of thunder is bringing me gifts now?”

“Even gods can use a few friends. Besides, you know I am only an alien and not truly a deity.”

“I know...you wanna come in? I’m just watching My Fair Lady for the fiftieth time..”

Thor entered a little hesitantly and then joined her on the sofa, surprising her by taking the seat in the center so he was sitting next to her. Darcy couldn’t say that she minded that. “I am not familiar with this, My Fair Lady. Is it an important movie that you’ve watched it forty-nine times?”

“I don’t know how many times I’ve watched it really. Only that it was a lot. It’s probably not that important to most people but it is a classic. I just happen to like it a lot.”

As the film wore on, Darcy leaned a little closer to Thor, letting her head rest on his shoulder. Some part of her hoped that he would put an arm around her. He didn’t. Even so, it was enough to sit as they were.

“Why did Eliza return to Higgins in the end? It seemed he was rather harsh with her while he taught her,” Thor said as the film came to an end. “Or what I mean to say is, why do you like this film?”

“You think I like men who are controlling?” Darcy asked, a little defensively.

“I did not say that,” Thor replied.

Darcy sighed, “You didn’t have to. It’s probably true. It’s not like I do it on purpose though. But it’s like Eliza. She cared for Higgins because he offered her new possibilities. She got to wear fancy dresses and not have people look down on her anymore. She got to dance at the most beautiful parties. People can say that’s shallow but a life of poverty with a dad who would sell her out is pretty crappy too. Higgins was an upgrade. Maybe I just look for guys who have something better to offer.”

Thor remained silent for a short while and Darcy was afraid it was going to start getting awkward.

“I am sorry Darcy, that I frightened you on the day I arrived on earth. I frightened you enough that you felt you needed to use your taser on me. I had not realized the significance of that until now.”

“And what exactly is the significance?” Darcy wasn’t sure what he was trying to say.

“Only that you have not been treated with the kindness you deserve and I did nothing to help you when I could have.”

“I don’t...I don’t know that there’s anything you could have done…” Darcy said.

“I might have at least checked in on you when I was with the Avengers these past few years. You were Jane’s closest friend and it never occured to me that you could be in danger.”

“If I was in danger it was my own fault because I make stupid decisions,” Darcy said bitterly.

Thor turned towards her just slightly. “Darcy, you bear none of the blame for what others have done to you. None. The fault is theirs alone.”

“Thanks,” she said in a near whisper. “Maybe I needed to hear that...and maybe if it’s not too much trouble I’ll need to hear it again sometime.”

“Then I will tell it to you again and if you wish it, I will offer you a hug from time to time.”

“Yeah…” Darcy said, emotion in her tone. “I wish for that.”

He moved his arm so that he could put it around her and she leaned closer and rested her head against his chest. The hour was already late enough that she might have fallen asleep alone but this time Darcy was more than thankful that she didn’t have to. Thor stayed where he was and let her sleep in his hug.

#marvel #darcy lewis #thor odinson #fanfiction #fluff #crush #hugs hugs hugs

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lunnanunna · 4 years

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Aussie, Aussie, Aussie!

Stray Kids Extra Member AU

Summary: The Aussies gang up on Ollie, and she’s left to fend for herself.

A/N: Throughout this whole post, all four of them are speaking English. Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! And let me know what you think.

Ollie laid with her back on the ground, legs resting up against the wall of her studio. She tapped the ground in a certain pattern. A melody that she had planned for a project she’d be working on soon.

A knock came from the door, interrupting the brunette. “Come in!” she called out. Ollie turned to the door just as Parker walked in. The girl quickly looked around the room (Obviously looking for Ollie) then saw her laying on the ground.

“Ollie,” Parker greeted with a smirk. She entered the room, closing the door behind her.

“Parker,” Ollie greeted in the same manner.

“How uh- How are you going?” Parker tilted her head in confusion at the girl on the ground. Ollie quirked a brow at her.

“Listen, I know we both speak English, but you speak a different kind. Please translate,” Ollie said, earning an eye roll from the younger.

“She means, ‘are you okay?’” Chan translated as he entered the room, chuckling.

“Hey,” Parker smiled at the newcomer who smiled back.

“Hey, Parker,” he waved at the girl then took a seat on the couch, Parker joining him. “I’m pretty sure I’ve used that phrase with you before,” Chan directed to Ollie who shrugged.

“Probably, but you use a lot of Aussie phrases on me. Am I really expected to remember them all?” Ollie tilted her head a bit to look at the two on the couch. From her position, they were upside down.

“Well you have known us for how many years now?” It was now Felix that entered the small room, looking at Ollie with an unimpressed look.

“I suddenly feel attacked. You all planned this,” Ollie accused, rolling over and pointing an accusatory finger at the three who were all now perched on her tiny couch.

“Yeah, sure, Unnie,” Parker chuckled, “But back to my original question? What were you doing?”

“It helps ideas flow,” Ollie simply answered, going back to her original position. Parker nodded her head, though still not understanding Ollie’s weird logic even after years of knowing her.

“No worries. None of us have gotten a proper read on her yet,” Chan stated, earring a glare from the girl on the ground.

“Ya know what? I’m not liking this set up. One of you should leave,” Ollie twisted herself around, sitting up, criss-crossed, back pressed against the wall. She folded her arms over her chest, leg bouncing.

“What you mean?” Felix chuckled, taking a sip from his drink. He and Chan were sent by Ollie to retrieve drinks and snacks from the vending machine. Ollie’s drink seemed to be sitting in the bag next to Chan’s foot.

“I mean. I’m the minority here. Look! I count three Aussies and only one American. Like who planned this?!” Ollie tugged on her hair, eyes wide, in mock craze.

Parker’s mouth dropped a bit at the sight. She bit her lip to hide the smile that was threatening to appear, and she knew that the other two Australians weren’t doing any better.

“Mock me. I dare you to, Child,” Ollie pointed at Parker. The younger’s eyes widen at the threat.

“Noona. Please be civil. I don’t want to have to tell Sungjin-hyung why he needs to look for another keyboardist,” Chan held up his hands in front of him, waving Ollie down. Parker’s eyes widened more at what he said.

“Yah, stop it you two. You’re scaring her,” Felix threw a wadded up napkin at Ollie and one at Chan. The two glared at Felix, then turned to Parker and smiled apologetically.

“Anyways. Here,” Chan held up the bag of snacks to Ollie and the girl reached for it. Going straight for the orange soda and sour cream chips. She then handed the bag to Parker.

“They overstocked, as always. There’s enough for you,” Ollie stated as Parker grabbed the bag. She looked at Chan who nodded at her as he too, grabbed some chips from the bag.

When all four of them began to eat, Ollie asked, “No, but really. Why did three Aussie’s walk into my studio?”

“Sounds like the start of a joke,” Felix said, laying his head on Chan’s shoulder, munching away.

“Three Aussies walk into a bar,” Chan started off in a deeper voice, but broke off as he laughed at the look of disgust that Ollie sent his way.

“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots. I swear they feed you guys some weird shit down under,” Ollie rolled her eyes at the three as they laughed.

“It takes one to know one,” Parker laughed.

“Wow, my fourth grade heart couldn’t take that one,” Ollie fell to the slide, pretending to pass out.

“And we’re the idiots,” Felix stage whispered to Chan who laughed.

“On another note,” Chan began, after his laughter died a bit, “Is this a new thing?” Ollie watched as Chan motioned to his hair, then to her.

“Use your words, Chris,” Ollie rolled her eyes, even though she knew exactly what he was talking about.

Chan huffed, “You’ve had your hair brown for a few weeks now. Is this actually going to be a thing?”

“No more skittle?” Felix pouted mockingly.

Ollie glared at the freckled boy, “It’s only temporary.”

“The color?” Parker asked, taking a sip from her coke.

“No, the actual act of not having fun hair,” Ollie shook her head, “I’ll have brown hair for the next few months. My hair and scalp need to rest.” Chan nodded in understanding. Of course he did. It was a miracle they both haven’t gone bald yet, though, “My hair was starting to fall out. Even the front was bad, so I got bangs.” Ollie ran her fingers through her front.

“That bad?” Felix winced.

Ollie nodded, with a pout. “Yeah last year we were so busy with comeback after comeback and then our tour, I didn’t have the time to properly treat it,” Ollie answered. She was terrified that she’d go completely bald if she kept dying it. So she made the sacrifice of going to brown. Once her hair was healthy enough she’d go back to some fun color or other.

“I know that feeling,” Chan shook his head, laughing dryly. He ran his hands through his currently brown curls. “We’re kind of a bleach mess, you and me, huh?” Chan and Ollie both laughed.

“I think the bleach seeped into their brain,” Parker said.

“Agreed,” Felix nodded, solemnly.

“So are you two gonna be brunets for the comeback?” Felix asked the two. They nodded, Ollie with a pout.

“Kinda excited. Kinda sad,” she said, playing with her braids. “Stays will love it,” Chan smiled, “Plus I think the brown suits you more. Like, I like the rainbow, but I like brown more.”

“Same goes for you,” Ollie smirked at him. Chan grimaced, shaking his head. “See, that’s how I feel,” Ollie laughed, Chan joining in.

“I think you look pretty no matter what, Unnie,” Parker grinned at the older, “But rainbows, my favorite.”

“I knew I liked her. Learn from her,” Ollie pointed at Parker, smirking.

“She’s playing favorites,” Felix grumbled into Chan’s shoulder.

“She does whenever there’s another girl. What did you expect?” Chan laughed.

“I love all my Aussies the same. I don’t play favorites,” Ollie shook her head, brows furrowing. She laughed at the eye roll that each of them did in perfect unison.

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tera-91 · 4 years

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Monsters Part 4

Finally got part 4 done! Hope you guys love this It’s a little shorter than the other parts but I felt this was a good place to end it, the next part will hopefully be longer As always please feel free to give any feedback I love hearing from you and let me know if I have missed anything especially in the warnings

Summary: Patton is afraid of monsters. They might not be so bad after all?

Paring: Prinxiety

Warnings: Night, self-doubt

Word count: 1508

Roman acted quickly and caught Patton with ease in his toned arms. “Well that’s not good” Virgil deadpanned as he landed on Roman’s head.

“What do we do?” Roman asked. He wasn’t good in these kinds of situations he knew nothing about medical things that was Logan’s area of expertise. Virgil on the other hand at least knew rudimentary first aid.

“Well, he sounds ok, but we can’t just leave him out here for another monster to find him. Quick, change back we don’t want anyone to realize you’re a shifter and making a habit of running around at night shirtless with passed out people.” Virgil whispered as he reluctantly changed back to his human form, after making sure there was no one that could see. “I’ll carry him back home while you bring his bag with us.” Virgil said as he quickly gathered up all the stray fruit into the pawprint pattern reusable bag. He turned around to find Roman, once again covered in fur, laying on the ground with Patton propped up against him.

It took a moment of maneuvering, but Virgil was able to get Patton draped over his back, hopefully in a way that looked somewhat natural if anyone were to see them. The last thing they needed was for someone to call the cops and having to explain why he was out on a cool October night in just pajama pants with an unconscious person and a dog. He felt a tingling sensation on his neck, as if being kissed by butterflies. He didn’t have time to try to figure out the sensation as Roman picked up the cloth handles in his jaws and began walking towards the tree line of Sanders Park.

Virgil’s heart raced, for more than one reason, as he made his way to the main trail which was the quickest way to get home. Virgil’s heart nearly stopped as he felt Patton shift. “It’s going to be ok.” He said softly, but it came out almost as if he was talking to himself. He was relieved with Patton resettled and the butterfly kisses came back. They were more than halfway there when Virgil could hear someone walking towards them. It took everything in him not to panic. Fortunately, both parties were in between the lamp posts as they crossed paths which caused a decent shadow, hopefully enough to hide what was out of the ordinary. Virgil held his breath as he forced himself to continue down the path. At least it was a couple, maybe they were engrossed enough in each other that they didn’t even notice. Or if anything they only noticed Roman which would distract them enough from the fact Virgil was shirtless and carrying an unconscious Patton.

For several moments, as they continued to make their way towards the house, Virgil listened to make sure the couple didn’t start running or freak out and start calling the cops. He didn’t even realize that he was still holding his breath until Roman tapped him on the leg. He slowly let it out as he quickened his pace. They would be safe once they were home. The last thing he needed was to start having a panic attack in the middle of the park. He didn’t want to risk it any longer as he veered off the main trail. This way they shouldn’t come across anymore humans. He took his time to not make a lot of noise.

When the house came into view it took everything in Virgil not to just run in and lock the door. Roman however, did run ahead and slid in the dog door. Virgil had barely made it three feet when the door swung open to reveal Roman once again in his human form. Luckily, his tail and ears completely tucked away even in his distracted state. “Are you sure he’s ok? He still isn’t awake!” Roman practically yelled.

“Roman he woke up while we were on the trail, I think he’s simply asleep now. I’m sure he’s had a rough day.” Virgil said in as soothing of a voice as his body would let him as he made his way in the house and up the stairs towards the living room. “Help me lay him down.” Virgil said as he sat on the edge of the couch.

Roman gingerly grabbed Patton and guided his upper body down gently so he was laying on the couch. His face pinched concern but he didn’t say anything as he knew Virgil was right. Patton did have a rough day, even though he didn’t know what, if anything, might have transpired at work. Roman knew that Patton had woken up that morning to see him in his furred form to seeing him shirtless in human form after being attacked on his way home by a half goblin “You’re right, I know you’re right. I’ll just feel better once I see his baby blue eyes open and he’s talking.” Roman said as he draped a blanket over Patton and took off his shoes. “I just hope that he doesn’t pass out again.” He whispered as he took the others glasses off and laid them down on the coffee table.

Virgil made his way over to where Logan still laid on the chaise. He knew Roman was concerned, if not completely terrified for when Patton woke up and saw the three of them. Virgil ran a hand through Logan’s now ash grey hair, it gave him a little solace to see Logan so relaxed that his glamor no longer hid the true color of his skin and hair from them. “I’m sure he’ll be okay Roman, after all he was just attacked.” Virgil said, hopefully not too loud to wake the two sleeping. “I’m sure he was just overwhelmed by it all.” He finished as he glanced up at the shifter. Roman sat on the back of the couch keeping a watch over Patton.

“I just abhor that the choice of how we revealed ourselves was forced on us.” Roman whispered so low that Virgil almost didn’t hear him.

Virgil couldn’t hold back the sigh. “I know Ro, but there is nothing we can do about it now.” He leaned back and grabbed his hoody that had been thrown on the back of the couch the previous night. “Maybe he won’t remember, and we can start over, say that you and I were on a walk and saw that man attacking him.” He said half heartedly as he threw on the hoody. He didn’t want to lie to their soulmate but maybe it would be better if they could properly introduce their monster sides to the human gradually, in a way Patton would be less scared by them.

“Maybe.” Roman answered but Virgil wasn’t sure that he had even heard him. He sounded as if he was a thousand miles away in his own mind. Perhaps everything would be alright in the morning. One thing was for sure he was going to have to make sure he or Roman was awake before Logan to let him know what had transpired.

“Roman.” Virgil said loud enough to catch the other’s attention. He waited for Roman to turn to him before he continued. “Would you like to take Logan to bed? As much as I love him, I don’t think it would be a good idea if Patton happened to wake up first and the first thing he sees a sleeping Logan.” It took a moment for the meaning of his words to click. Virgil felt somewhat guilty at the crestfallen look on Romans face as he understood.

Roman nodded as he walked over to where Logan and Virgil were. He wanted to argue but he knew it was pointless. The gray skin and ash hair gave it away that Logan wasn’t human. He carefully picked up the taller man. He didn’t like how little he weighed but he knew that the fairy blood in him made his bones light, even so he couldn’t help but wonder if he had been eating well lately. A discussion for when he woke up. For now, he needed sleep and so did the rest of them. They would work out everything in the morning. He hoped anyway as he made his way down the hallway to his room. He had a king bed and he wasn’t going to let Logan wake up without explaining everything to him.

Virgil stayed up a little longer as he watched Patton sleep. “You’re safe here.” He whispered, silently hoped that Patton could hear him as he draped a second blanket on top of him to make sure that he didn’t get cold though the night. He hesitated slightly before he made his way down the hall and towards the bedrooms. As much as he didn’t want to leave Patton by himself in case he woke up terrified and finding himself in a strange house he knew he couldn’t leave Roman alone with his own thoughts either.

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#sanders sides fanfiction #sander sides fanfic #Virgil sanders #Roman Sanders #Patton Sanders #Logan sanders #Tera-91

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incorrectambrollins · 5 years

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Trick Or Treat. Surprise, It’s a treat

In other words, I stayed up most of last night writing 3k words of ambrollins tropey trauma-y bullshit and I want you to have it.

But baby it’s cold outside:

Rating: G Words: 3140 Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins Set post Dean’s change, does not include Roman’s diagnosis. Cross posted on A03

He didn't know who they had him riding with. Normally he would've driven alone, like everything else he did these days, but with the coming snow storms and the bleak travel conditions, Hunter insisted everyone travel with a ‘buddy’. It was bullshit but it would be more of a hassle to try and argue with the COO than just deal with whoever they saddled him with. He slung his bag over his shoulder, storming out of his locker room. Ignoring how the minimal staff still left in the venue subtly, not enough, jumped out of his way. (Loose cannon, hot head, dangerous, nothing he hadn't been called before.) He was damn tired and ready to at least pretend to sleep until it was his turn to drive.

He swings the door open, sliding into the passenger seat. “You” He snarls, making Seth wince from the driver's seat. Dean tears into his backpack, digging around for his earbuds and beanie. Pulling them out almost hard enough to rip. He pulls the hat onto his head and puts in one bud. “Dean-”

“Don't. You can wake me up when it's time to switch, that's it.” He puts in the other bud pulls the beanie over his eyes and turns the volume all the way up. The only thing Seth can do is drive.

Seth lets Dean sleep for nearly 6 hours. He knows Dean and terrible insomnia are quite like best friends. If it means Seth has to drive until his eyelids droop dangerously, so Dean can get his first decent rest in probably weeks, so be it. When he can’t hold out any longer Seth takes an exit ramp, pulling into a small gas station a few miles down the road intending to stretch his legs and grab a few provisions for the road. He browsed the snack aisles for a while unsure of what to get until he snagged a bag of skittles and a water for himself and on reflex a bag of potato chips and a mountain dew, Dean’s favorite. He paid and walked back outside, shivering at how much the temperature had dropped just since he had been inside. The sun had barely set and there were already flurries of soft white snowing beginning to accumulate on the ground. He hoped it wouldn't get any worse while they were still on the road.

Seth climbed back in the car to find Dean wide awake, his eyes roaming the brightly lit scene around him. “You can go in if you’d like, I was just going to get some gas and then we can get back on the road.” Dean only grumbles in response, tilting his head to the side and cracking the stiffness out of his neck then pulling the sides of his beanie back over his ears and reaching for the door handle. “I uh, got these for you while I was inside,” Seth mumbles, trying to hand Dean the drink and snack. “You’re not going to butter me up with food like a dog, Rollins” He sneers and slams the door shut, stalking into the shop with heavy steps. Barley catching how hard Seth recoils or how white his knuckles are gripping the steering wheel. Not that matters, not that he cares, because he doesn’t. He gets in and out quickly, only picking up a pack of sharp mint gum and making a quick run through of the directions before pulling back out onto the interstate. Keep his eyes firmly on the road and not on Seth curled up in the passenger seat.

Seth sleeps fitfully for a few hours, passing lights and imperfections in the road making it hard for him to stay under. He was never very good at sleeping cars. Instead, he watches the snow come down. First, in what could be described as light handfuls just barely whitening the road; then heaver like buckets dumped down from the heavens, the road getting harder and harder to see. When the snow bores him he pulls out his phone thinking he’ll listen to an audiobook or catch up on some Netflix but there’s a complete lack of cell service. Sighing, he plugs it in to charge it was almost dead anyway. He groans inwardly, rubbing his tired eyes and deciding if not sleep he could at least close his eyes for a little while.

“Shit,” Dean stomped on the brakes only just barely stopping in front of the ‘Road Closed’ sign blocking the road they needed to take. “Shit, shit, shit,” He growled each swear more vehement than the last. “Fuck are we supposed to do now?” Dean spit, slapping the steering wheel in frustration. “I think I saw a backroad just a couple miles behind us, maybe that could still take us there?” Dean threw the SUV in reverse, kicking up snow and mush as he turned the car around. He spotted the road and pulled onto it, not even noticing the words ‘good eye, princess’ flashing through his brain. He just stared straight ahead into the thicket of tall pines, only separated by white stripped asphalt.

Seth can’t stop thinking. This is the closest he’s been to Dean in months and he can’t tell if it’s giving him life or slowly draining it away. “I miss you,” He mumbles, his bleeding heart winning over his spinning mind. Dean goes rigid, his jaw locking and the veins in his neck bulging out. His head turns slowly towards Seth, his eyes scream something that sounds like laughing rage. “Now you say you miss me, of course. You miss me when I’m healthy and strong and not dying alone in a shitty hospital room. Of course, you miss me when I’m useful” he spits the words, head snapping back around to look at the road. Foot leaning heavy on the gas. “I’ve missed you the whole time, not having you around was hell for me.” Dean laughs and it echoes around inside Seth’s chest, devoid of mirth and humor. “Oh yeah that whole Monday night Rollins, fighting champ open challenge deal must’ve been terrible.” Dean’s head turns back to Seth, practically growling the last word at him. “I would’ve much rather been by your side, I don’t give a shit about the titles what I care about is you.”

“Bullshit!” Dean roars, one hand coming right up to Seth’s nose as Dean partially lunges at him. Inadvertently turning the wheel sharply to the left, sending the tires skidding across the pavement. Dean wrenches the wheel the other direction, trying to stop them from spinning off the road but to no avail. It’s dark and there’s so much snow there’s nothing he can do but brace himself and Seth, instinctually reaching out one arm to hold against his chest until they stop moving.

The world doesn’t stop shaking for what feels like hours. Dean’s hand is still firm against Seth’s chest, gripping his hoodie in a tight fist seemingly unable to let go. Both of them breath heavy in and out, the only thing that fills the silence of the woods. Dean snaps out of the daze first, ripping his hand away like the contact burned him. He frantically struggled to try to unlatch his seat belt. “Hey, hey are you-” The car door slams shut before Seth can get out the last of the words. Maybe he’s just going out to check the damage? He tries to tell himself enough to soothe his mind for the time being. He’s running on pure adrenaline and it’s making his hands shake and his body ache and the only thing he wants is to curl up in Dean’s arms, but Dean is outside. In the snow, in the middle of the freezing cold night, alone.

He’s pacing in front of the hood of the car, both arms pressed against this ears at the wrists. Trying to block out the static in his head. “Dean, I need you to tell me if you’re hurt okay?” Seth says gently, careful not to invade his space. Dean just keeps pacing, his hands move to claw at the back of his neck like there’s something burrowed beneath his skin. Something foreign, something dangerous. Dean stops and turns to look somewhere behind Seth, fingers laced behind his head. “I messed up, goddammit I can’t drive in the fucking snow! You...that was...you. You’re the one who always did it.”

“Dean, come on, just breathe. It’s okay, we’re okay” Seth tries to take a step towards Dean but he backs up. Too afraid that if he gets too close he could see all the blood and wounds his mind conjured up. “No, no. You could have died. I could have killed you.” He paces again, teeth chattering as the sharp chill cuts straight through his thin hoodie.

Seth closes his fingers gently around Dean’s wrist but it startles him too much, , makingDean to try and shove him back. Seth doesn’t let go, both of them stumbling backward into the semi-crushed hood of the car. Dean falling hard into Seth’s chest. A startling amount of weight leans against him and he realizes Dean’s shaking so much that he can hardly keep himself upright. Tentative arms come to wrap around him, when Dean doesn’t wrench himself away Seth holds him tighter. Feeling Dean bury his nose in his neck. Dean mumbles incoherently, the scruff on his upper lip scritching against Seth’s neck lightly. Seth runs his hands gently up and down Dean’s back feeling him melt under the touch.

After a moment Dean pulls back sniffling from what Seth tells himself is the biting cold. “We should try and call a mechanic, or somebody. I busted the car up pretty bad.”

“This wasn’t your fault Dean,” Seth says walking back around to the car door, “and there’s no cell service. I already tried to call Ro before I got out of the car. It looks like we’re going to be stuck here until morning.” He waits for Dean to climb back into the driver's seat before opening up the back. Snagging his own suitcase and the emergency bag Hunter had sent with every car. Dean scoffs when Seth sets it between his feet but quickly becomes grateful when he’s handed an emergency blanket. It wasn’t much warmer in the car than it was outside, and on top of that he was soaking wet from his time in the snow. “We still need to talk about it, I’ve let it sit for too long, and I never did apologise for the things I said.”

Dean groans, rubbing his hands together to try and warm them up. “Can we talk about it in the morning, I’m tired and really fucking cold,” Dean whines, forcing Seth to barely contain a laugh. “You’ll never get warm like that, take off your shirt.” Dean’s eyes widen, his mind catching up with the action his hands had started. This time Seth can’t contain the laugh, “We shared a bed for years Ambrose, don’t get shy on me now.” Seth zips up his coat, grabbing a handful of items from the bag and hopping out of the car. Dean just sits and thinks. He thinks about if he’s ready to trust again, he thinks about how after all this time Seth can still smile and joke with him, he thinks about if it could ever be like before. They’re all so different now, even in just the span of 6 or 7 months. So much about them as changed yet at the same time, nothing has. Dean is still Dean, more scarred, less open and maybe wiser but still Dean. Seth is still Seth, maybe more bruised and more humbled, maybe with less titles around his waist and more on his mind but still Seth. They’re different but the same and it’s confusing. The thoughts knock around in his head like rocks and make it hurt, he doesn’t even hear Seth climbing back into the car with his head so loud.

“Where’s your head at?”

“Nowhere good.” Dean takes a deep breath, resisting the urge to run outside again, and tries to pull his mind back in. “Can it ever be the same between us?”

“Yes, with work and time, it can, if that’s what you want.” Seth says the words slowly, unsure of himself. The last thing he wants is to upset Dean again. Not when he looks so vulnerable, not ever again. “I think it is what I want, but right now, I want to get warm and I want to sleep for preferably at least 12 hours.”

“Then listen to what I said earlier, you’ll never get warm if you keep sitting in soaked clothes. I already set up the back of the car as a semi-decent bed. At the least it’s vertical and it's warm.” Dean turned his eyes to the back of the SUV, spotting the pallet of blankets laid out there. It doesn't look comfortable but he’s so tired it won't even matter. “I put a couple hand warmers under the blankets so it should be nice and toasty,” Seth says sliding out of his snow dampened shirt to replace it with a dry one. Dean tries to climb over the seats but Seth halts him. “Not in those shopping things, you'll soak the blankets and freeze us both.”

“I uh...don't have anything but my jeans,” Dean mumbles. Seth doesn’t say anything but digs around in his bag, looking for something. “I think Ro stole my extra pair of sweatpants. I can look out the window while you climb back there if that makes you more comfortable?” Dean nods a quick okay and climbs over the seat, stripping off his soaked shirt and jeans. Laying them out over the back of the seat hoping they'll dry out some before climbing under the blankets. Nearly moaning at how warm it is. “S all good back here, really good actually, I can feel my toes again.” Seth laughs and climbs under the blankets with him. Leaving about half a foot of space between their bodies. “Night Dean,” Seth mumbles, crumpling up one of his hoodies to use as a pillow. Dean closes his eyes and feels peace.

It creeps up on him like ivy, slow vines crawling from his toes to his shoulders and suddenly he’s shaking.

The nightmares didn't happen often but that didn't matter. It was like being doused with ice water, his blank mind suddenly tormented by images of doctors hushed whispers and pitied looks. Of terminal diagnosis and a cold, dark, and lonely hospital room.

He sat bolt upright, clawing at his throat and chest to get the vines off his skin, out of this throat, stop them from pulling him under and stealing the air from his lungs. He couldn't even feel the hands prying his own away from his now torn skin. He felt warm hands on sweat frozen skin, soft touches and gentle words. Pulling him slowly but firmly out of the ivy.

Seth scoots closer, sitting on his knees at Dean's side. He puts one hand on each of Dean's cheeks, stroking the scruff with his thumbs and tilting Dean's eyes to his. “You’re okay,” he starts softly, “whatever you saw it wasn’t real. You're here and alive and definitely not alone.”

Dean does something startling then. He leans up and presses his lips to Seth's. Slowly, softly kissing him. He pulls back after a second, preparing to start spouting off apologies but Seth stops him, lowering his forehead down to Dean's and letting them rest against each other.

He finally knows what Dean needs, he doesn’t need a title around his waist. He doesn't need the top spot on the card. He doesn’t need match wins, none of that. Dean just needs someone there, and dammit if Seth isn't going to try to be that this time.

He pulls off his shirt, feeling how cold Dean got from soaking in his own sweat, and pulls him down next to him. Seth curls up against his back, letting his body envelope Dean's. Showing him he’s there, showing him he's safe, that everything's going to be okay.

Dean settles quickly in his arms, the press of soft warm skin against his own soothing like nothing else. This time, the peace lasted till the sun rose.

The trunk of the SUV opens quietly but lets a burst of frigid air into the car. "Alright lover boys, out of the car. We have places to be and not much time to get there," Roman laughs, eyeing the familiar tired and embarrassed groans from Seth and Dean respectively. His boys were back on the same page and that called for copious amounts of teasing.

Dean's legs ached from being cramped and cold for so long so he threw off the blanket, completely forgetting his lack of pants when stepping out off the car. "Ambrose, what the hell are you doing?"

"You said we needed to get going, so, I'm going."

Roman eyed Seth, who was slipping into a hoodie and sneakers. Seth only shrugged and gestured to Dean's jeans, still slung over the front seats. "I don't know how much you've changed in the last couple months but I'm pretty sure you never enjoyed traveling in the nude." Dean looks down at his body then, grunting in surprise at his state of undress. “I forgot I did that,” Dean laughed, accepting the pair of sweatpants, Seth's, Roman hands to him. “So you did steal my stuff,” Seth laughed, giving Roman a small shove. “Learn to do your own laundry and that shit won't happen uce.” Roman grabbed two bags, throwing one at Seth handing Dean the other. “How’d you even find us Ro, not even Seth's super nerd phone could make a call.”

“You don't think I haven't been keeping my eye on my little brothers. I may not be the architect but I've got a hand in many things. You think you two ended up in the same car on accident?” Seth and Dean stop dead, slowly turning their heads in tandem to stare blankly at Roman. “Now I didn't expect you to go and get all romance novel on me but I knew it'd be a chance for you to talk it out. Which is exactly what seems to have happened.” They both laugh slinging their bags into the back of Roman's car. “You never were able to keep out of stuff were you brother?” Seth says, sliding into the back seat, Dean sliding in next to him. “Don’t try to tell me you aren’t glad for it, Cuddlebug.”

“I am glad for it,” Seth says quietly, gently lacing Dean's fingers with his. “I got your back, then now and forever.”

#dean ambrose #seth rollins #ambrollins #ambrollins fic #mod: grey #save

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Infinity Pt. 1

Prompt: as requested by ANON: I adored your mapping fic, could I request a John one similar? Where the reader always plays off her cuts and scars as accidents and her lack of sleep as insommnia and he's a bit suspicious but goes with it but one day he comes home early or something and finds her bleeding out cause she's gone too deep and how he helps her and reassures her it's not her fault? And her admitting to him about her depression and anxiety though she's never told anyone?

As requested by ANON: Your bless the broken road was amazing, could you do another like it but with John maybe please??

Pairing: John X Reader, but has Jamilton, Marliza, PegMullette

SUPER UNEDITED, SORRY

TW: mentions of self harm, vivid description of self harm, blood, language, mentions of suicide, mental hospital, relapsing, main character almost dies, anxiety, depression, political debate on abortion, a slur against Muslims, political debates, mental illness

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long, but this was where I felt moved to go. It's not exactly to the t, since (Spoiler Alert!!!) Jefferson did find out first, but I really hope you guys enjoy this one. It's very near to my heart. If you don't feel like you are in a safe headspace, please reach out! My ask is always open! You are loved and you are valid! These trigger warnings are going to be the same throughout the posted parts because this is a consistently triggering piece. I get that. Please take care of yourselves, loves! If you want me to tag something, please let me know! I want you to feel safe when reading my work! Please enjoy!

Total Word Count: 20554

Word Count: 1955

It was your first day of class. You fidgeted in your seat, nervous. You hoped nobody would see you. You would die. You would just shrivel up on the spot. God forbid anyone try talking to you.

The class started fairly quickly. Your first class of the day: Intro into Political Science. The teacher was an old, white man that reminded you of sour milk. His name was Mr. Adams. After a brief introduction and an overly detailed description of his wife, he cleared his throat. "So, to get to know each other, why don't we spend today with a debate. I'll start. I'm Pro-Life, and I believe that you should be tried for murder if you get an abortion. Discuss."

Silence. Well, internal screaming, outward silence. So this was what the rest of the year would look like. You glanced around, waiting for someone to say something.

"Okay, I'll go on. I'm Baptist. I'm Pro-Life. I'm pro second amendment. I'm against the Syrian refugees, and-"

"Wait a minute!" A voice spoke up, and you leaned forward in your seat to see a short man standing, fists clenched at his sides. "If you're worried about the souls of babies, that's fine, but you can't just ignore an entire country of people begging you for help and cry about the poor children! That's ridiculous!"

Adams crossed his arms and walked across the stage to the row where the man was standing. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and his glasses were perched on his nose. "I'm sorry, Mr...?"

"Hamilton," the man did not go on to say his first name, and you had to restrain the urge to smile. He did not like Adams.

"Mr. Hamilton. I'm sorry, but if we let the refugees into the nation, we are putting the entire country's safety at risk-"

"What about their country? What about their wellbeing?"

Another boy stood up, his sunglasses perched on his head. "They gave that up when they became ragheads-"

"Excuse me?!" Another boy stood up beside Hamilton. "You did not just say that! What the hell's the matter with you? You think people deserve to die because of their religious beliefs?!"

"Boys, back up. You," Adams pointed to the sunglasses douchebag. "Name?"

"Charles Lee," he answered as he tapped his pencil against the edge of his desk.

Adams then pointed to the boy beside Hamilton. The boy didn't waver. "John Laurens."

"Okay, please continue, Lee," Adams said with a smirk as he went to sit on the edge of his desk, clearly pleased with the discourse he caused.

Lee smirked. "If there was a bowl of skittles and three of them were poisonous, would you eat out of the bowl?"

"Did you just compare people to skittles?" Hamilton sounded exasperated. Your blood was boiling. You had always been firm in your standings.

"They could be sending over their worst. Rapists," Lee glanced around the room at the girls, his eyes bouncing to you. "thieves, murderers, terrorists-"

"Oh, shut up," Y/N, what are you doing? Sit down!!!! "Mr. Adams," you addressed the old man on his desk, and he eyed you curiously as you slowly made your way from behind your desk to the main aisle. You approached him as you walked, resisting the urge to fiddle with your sleeves in anxiety. "You said you were Baptist and Pro-Life... The argument often used in Pro-Life is that the baby has a future... it has potential... it could find the cure to cancer! No one goes around saying that the baby could be a rapist, thief, murderer, terrorist... I mean, it's a baby! But what if the refugees could solve cancer? What if they could better the country-"

"Not likely-" Lee interrupted, but you held up your finger with a glare.

"I wasn't finished," you spat, and he sat back down. "Are we going to deny them safety and the right to live based on their religious beliefs after we destroyed their country? Are we going to let them die? You can be Pro-Life all you want, but that includes all lives, Mr. Adams, and you can't call yourself a baptist or use the argument of Jesus's love if you don't choose both. Pro-life is all life."

Mr. Adams stared at you, and your knees wanted to shake, you could feel it, but you stood tall, your hands in fists by your sides. You could barely breathe. Why did you do this? What were you thinking?!

"Very good, Miss-"

"Y/N," you filled in, and he gave you a small smile.

"Everyone, take notes on how to debate from Miss Y/N here. You may have a seat," he dismissed you as he turned to the board and began to scribble on it.

You felt eyes on you as you carefully made your way back to the seat, your face cherry red. You could just die. When you sat down, you began to itch at and rub your wrists anxiously. You couldn't wait for class to be over. You had to get out of there.

When the bell finally rang, you had planned to slip out unnoticed, but as you walked down the sidewalk, someone caught up to you and gently caught your wrist. You winced and pulled your wrist away, facing the person.

"Hey, Y/N, right?" It was that friend of Hamilton's. What was his name again? John Laurens.

"Yeah, John Laurens?" You tested as you bit your lip and fiddled with your right sleeve.

He grinned broadly at you. "So sweet of you to remember! Yo, I really liked what you had to say back there. You're quick witted!"

You blushed and looked at your shoes. "Nah, it was stupid. I shouldn't have said anything at all-"

"You told Lee to shut up! That's legendary!" He exclaimed, and he began to walk with you from the building.

"I was hoping not to make any enemies on my first day," you admitted nervously as you bit your lip and looked at your schedule on your phone.

"Hey," Laurens stopped you by grabbing your elbow, and he beamed down at you. "You made some friends too, ya know."

You smiled weakly. "Really?"

He laughed and threw his arm around you. "Really really! See ya in class, Y/N!" He gave you a quick squeeze before he turned and ran to catch up with Hamilton, leaving you breathless and flustered.

The week had passed, and you found yourself looking forward to Mr. Adams’ class. Not because of the heated debates he always initiated, which, man that guy really loved drama, but because John would always approach you before and ask you about your classes, your dorm, your life... you even sat with him and Hamilton. Sitting with them made it a bit difficult to focus on class since Hamilton would always have something to disagree with and Laurens always had something witty to ridicule Mr. Adams with. It wasn't long until John had asked you to share your notes with him since him and Hamilton started whispering in disagreement about something Mr. Adams had said and continued to discuss it for the rest of class.

A month after school had started, you and John were sending memes and articles to each other. John really liked to do deeper study on topics Mr. Adams had touched on so that he had fresh material to add to debates in class, and he would share them with you for "back up" as he called it. You would occasionally share related articles with him and have discussions, eventually making your own set of notes on the topic and sending those back and forth. Sometimes, he would grace you with a political meme that would have you in tears, and you started sending him memes back.

You ended up following his political blog on Tumblr, but you had to be careful to hide your main blog from him. You loved the way he smiled when he looked at you; you didn't want to slip up and cause that to change.

A month of college had taken its toll on you. You had thicker bandages on your wrists, and your mom called you every day to remind you to take your meds. You still forgot. Your roommate was your childhood friend, Peggy, and she tried her best to help you, but she had a life, too, and you'd been so good at hiding it.

Still, you'd go to Mr. Adams' class first thing in the morning with a latte and a can-do attitude.

"Y/N! I wrote more notes on today's topic that I want you to look at!" John exclaimed as you came in and put your coffee down on your desk. You dropped your bag by your chair and threw your hood back. "Did you do something different with your hair?"

You had put it up in a messy bun since you had stayed up too late the night before and didn't have time this morning to deal with it. "Yeah, I woke up late so it looks bad..." You shrugged it off.

"No, I like it," John admitted to you as you picked up the paper he put in front of it. You hid your blush behind it as you read, but when you looked up, you saw John drinking your pumpkin spiced latte.

"John! You can't just do that! Put it down! That's mine-" you began to whack him with the binder he had on his desk, and he laughed as he held it out of reach.

"Say please," he taunted, and you all but stomped your foot.

"Give me my coffee, you filthy animal!" You kicked him in the shin lightly, and he laughed again before giving it back. "Ya nasty," you scoffed as you wiped the edge of it with your sleeve. You took a drink and practically felt the fall breeze.

"Ya know, I bet you have one of those cliche Tumblr blogs dedicated to the fall aesthetic," John commented as you continued to look at his notes. You rolled your eyes.

"And I'm sure you make out with Hamilton in your dorm," you retorted, and you looked up to see your damage. He was frozen in shock for a minute before he burst forward in laughter. This was body rocking, chest heaving, wheezing, crying laughter.

"A-Alex," he cried as he grabbed for his friend who had been silent through it all. Alex looked up from his phone he was typing on, and glanced in concern between you and John. "She... she thinks... hahaha... she thinks that we... we're a thing!"

Alex rolled his eyes at his friend and turned to you. "As if. John loves memes too much to love anyone else."

John had remotely calmed down. "That, and I've known Alex for so long that he's like my brother."

"Brothers that kissed once," Alex muttered, and your jaw dropped. John shot a quick look at Alex and worked to recover.

"Yeah, but we both agreed it was weird and we just wanted to be friends!" He turned to Alex.

"Yeah. That's true. We're just super close. Besides, he knows I have a thing for tall, dark, and handsome-"

John rolled his eyes this time. "Oh, shut up. Jefferson this, Jefferson that. Jefferson's so good at football! Jefferson's so smart! I hate Jefferson, but I love him! Pick one!" John teased, and Alex playfully shoved him.

"You're lucky I love you," he replied, and John kissed him on the cheek.

"Homo?" John asked, shooting you a grin, and you felt your cheeks flush.

"All homo," Alex replied. Somehow, you did not finish reading the notes by the time class started.

#hamilton #fanfic #fanfiction #alexander hamilton #marquis de lafayette #lafayette #hamiltrash #john laurens #hercules mulligan #laurens #infinity #hamilton fanfiction #tw #my work #my writing

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Fall Dates with Tyjo and Jishwa

TYLER

Tyler and you would go immediately go get all the blankets you could scrounge up and make a fort.

But this fort wouldnt’ be just a normal fort, no… it would be a fort that included the TV so you could binge watch Netflix or watch movies together. And because Tyler is such a loving person, he would include all of your favorite snacks like: popcorn, skittles, pretzel bites, nachos, a giant soda, crunch bars, and so much more.

The two of you would then watch all the scary movies you could find, and you, being the smart person you are, held the popcorn and spilled everywhere when something jumped out at you. That would lead to Tyler laughing his ass off beCAUSE HE WOULD DO THE FUCKING SAME THING!!!!

After the movie marathon, you guys decided to make fall inspired cookies late at night. You got on Pinterest and found some really cute Halloween shaped sugar cookies. You loved to bake so you thought this would be easy.

WRONG

Baking with Tyler was fun, but it was MESSY AS HELL.

Tyler would turn on the KitchenAid too fast. That made the flour go everywhere. It was almost like it was glitter getting everywhere. But WORSE. He would start laughing even more while you tried to clean it up, then grabbing the frosting you prepared and wiped it on your face.

DID HE REALLY START A FUCKING FOOD FIGHT??? Yes. Yes he did.

So, being the cute and cheesy thing it was, you started fighting back, You threw flour at him and put frosting all over his face. He begins to chase you around the kitchen, trying to give you a hug. Unfortunately, he slips on some flour and falls, causing you to laugh. You try to help him up but he ultimately drags you on the ground with him, wiping his messy face, then placing the flour and frosting combo on your face.

You glare at him and give him a kiss, transferring some of it back onto him.

OKAYYYY SO THAT WAS A DISASTER! Moving on!

Soon after, you wanted to make a fresh apple pie for his family. So he decides to take you to pick your own apples! You both had baskets, and you went through the apple trees and picked out the best ones. Tyler purposely tried to go for the tall ones to see how high he could jump. You took videos of him trying to reach one that you saw and wanted, but he ultimately failed.

Luckily for you, a nice, tall family came to your rescue and grabbed that beautiful red apple for you. Tyler was a bit embarrassed, but you thought it was cute that he wanted to impress not only himself, but you as well.

“I wanted to get you that apple…” Tyler sighed.

“It’s okay, Ty. You tried.” you slightly laugh. “That’s all that matters.”

After the apple picking, the two of you run to the store to get some caramel to make caramel apples. You wanted to “boo” the neighbors with them.

“Boo”ing the neighbors was a tradition in your neighborhood. Someone would start it off by making a flyer that says something like, “You’ve been booed!” and the gist of it was to give that ghost to another neighbor with another treat. It was a fun way to get the Halloween spirit going. Plus, you get free food??? What was wrong with that???

So Tyler helps you melt the caramel and puts the sticks in the apples. You start on the decorations. You decided you wanted to make some Jack Skellington themed ones, as well as the apple from Snow White. Then you made some regular old caramel apples, and placed them on a cookie sheet to dry and harden more. Afterwards, you put them all in a cute little baggie, and printed out the flyer.

You decided to let Tyler ding-dong ditch the neighbor, because you believed him to be a better and faster runner.

But… you were abso-fucking-lutely wrong.

You watched through the window as he placed the apples on the doorstep, ringing the bell and running. But as he was running to hide, he tripped. He was army crawling to get behind the bushes.

You shook your head and chuckled as he got to the bushes unnoticed. He gives you a thumbs up and you shake your head.

After the neighbors grab the apples and head back in, Tyler comes back home. The first thing he says to you is:

“Nailed it.”

“No, Ty. You didn’t. What did you even trip on?”

He begins to blush and looks away.

“I would say I tripped on a rock…. But…”

“But what…?”

“That’s a lie. I tripped on my own foot.”

Okay so after that disaster, you and Tyler would go to a Halloween party.

He didn’t really want to dress up, so you came up with the brilliant idea of him dressing as Josh, and you would dress as him.

So, you grabbed his signature black paint and put it all over your neck and hands, borrowing his red beanie and outfit from the stressed out video. Tyler called Josh and borrowed his red eye makeup and got a spraycan to “dye” his hair. You took pictures together and posted on social media.

THE CLIQUE FUCKING LOVED IT LEMME TELL YA.

Comments were flooding in, and you couldn’t be more proud of this idea. You even sent a video to Josh of Tyler saying, “Hi, my name is Josh dun and… I love Tyler.”

Josh responded with, “This is accurate.”

You got to the party with Tyler, and everyone commented on how genius it was. You simply told them that Tyler was too lazy to dress up as anything else so this was the best thing you could come up with. And it worked.

Whilst there, they had pumpkins you could carve and decorate. So, Tyler decides to go a non-traditional route, and made the “|-/” symbol for the fans. You decided to carve Oogie Boogie from The Nightmare Before Christmas seeing as it was your favorite movie.

You took them home and placed them in front of your door.

After the party, you made hot apple cider and cozied up to Tyler, deciding to finally watch The Nightmare Before Christmas. The night ended with the two of you cuddled on the couch, entangled with blankets.

JOSH

As soon as the leaves started changing color and falling, you know this fucker is going to want to play in the leaves.

You would help him rake the leaves and pile them up, putting them in garbage bags. Josh dumped the bags of leaves on the trampoline, moving it over to where he could jump off the balcony.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask.

“Of course babe! It’ll be so fun! Just you wait and see.”

He flashes you that damn smile of his and you succumb to his dangerous ways.

He gets onto the balcony and looks to you, giving you a big thumbs up.

“Are you snapping this?” he asks.

“Just tell me when, Josh.”

“NOW!”

You start recording, and he does a backflip into the pile of leaves on the trampoline.

“WOOHOO!”

He begins to jump around and roll in the leaves, then sprawls out.

“Come on! You need to get down here!”

You smile and nod, getting on the balcony. You look down and instantly regret it.

He holds his arms out to you and nods, encouraging you to jump.

You jump and scream, and land into a familiar pair of arms. You look up and smile, your heart beating a million miles a minute. He grins, knowing you are just as much of an adrenaline junkie as he is.

“THAT WAS SO FUN!” you yell.

The two of you begin bouncing around the trampoline, having butt wars to just cuddling in the pile of leaves. Josh eventually makes the decision that he wants to sleep out here. He goes into the house and grabs plenty of blankets, and a small tent that he sets up later.

He grabs some flashlights and some snacks, putting them in after the tent is on the trampoline. He swaddles the two of you in blankets, holding you close to his larger and more muscular frame. You take in his scent and kiss him, the two of you falling asleep afterwards.

Alright motherfuckers time for some pumpkin carving.

Josh takes you to a pumpkin patch, wanting to pick out his own pumpkin to carve.

“I’m going to choose the biggest one here.” he states happily.

You chuckle and nod, deciding to choose a smaller pumpkin yourself. After Josh finds one that he is content with on size, you bring it home and wait until evening to carve it.

In the meantime, you two go on a scenic hike, the nice, cool breeze making it the perfect weather to go hiking. You sit at the top of the hike on a bench overlooking the city. The sun is setting and the two of you sit in silence, not needing words to enjoy each other’s companies.

After it begins to get darker and cooler, you head back home and begin carving your pumpkins. You decide to take it a more traditional route and make a simple jak-o-lantern, while Josh makes a pumpkin dedicated to some of his favorite bands and artists.

You set it outside on the porch and decide to go to a haunted house with some friends.

You immediately get scared as you’re walking to the entrance, Josh laughing hysterically in front of you.

“Babe it isn’t that scary!”

You glare and hit his arm, then held onto it for dear life.

“Maybe not to you!” you whine.

“I promise I will protect you. I will lead you through this rough time.”

You glare once more and reluctantly nod, clinging onto him for dear life.

As the two of you enter, you instantly close your eyes.You may have blocked one sense out, but you couldn’t block out the noise. That’s what got you the most. Even with Josh, you screamed until your throat hurt from screaming too much. Josh tried to cover you as best he could, but the workers knew that you were afraid. They used it to their advantage to get some good scares out of you.

Eventually, you made your way out of the haunted house, kneeling over, trying to catch your breath.

“I hate you for making me go through that.”

“(Y/N), I told you, the more you scream the more they’re going to go after you.”

“I can’t help it! You know I scare easily.” you take in a deep breath and grab his hand, leading him to the car.

As soon as you got home, you changed into pajamas and Josh made you your favorite hot cocoa. He adds whipped cream on top with a wafer cookie stick, and puts caramel and chocolate syrup. He hands you the warm mug as he turns Netflix on, putting Stranger Things on screen.

He rubs your arm to comfort you as you drink the warm liquid. It fills your stomach and you instantly feel relieved.

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly.

You simply nod your head and put the mug down, placing your head on his shoulder. You eventually fall asleep. He turns the TV off and carries you to your shared room, placing you under the covers and cuddling up to you.

The next day you head to your favorite amusement park. It was in the spooky season so you expected that there would be people trying to scare you, but at least there were more people so it was less likely that they would come to you.

You took Josh’s hand and dragged him to all of your favorite rides first, the both of you laughing and screaming as the rides twisted and turned, looped and looped.

Josh goes to a concession stand and buys a funnel cake, topped with strawberries and whipped cream, with a chocolate sauce drizzle. You lick your lips and dig in, sighing happily as you taste all the different flavors of the funnel cake.

Josh takes a picture of you and posts it on his snap story, captioning it: “My person.”

You look at him suspiciously, grabbing his phone to make sure it was a good photo.

He smiles and takes it back before you can see.

“It looks good, I promise.” he takes your hand and takes one more photo, posting it to his Instagram.

“I love them more than I love my drums. And that says a lot.”

You check your phone when it lights up with a notification saying that you were tagged in a photo.

You look and smile, swallowing your bite of funnel cake.

“I love you too, Josh Dun. Now help me finish this funnel cake!”

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thnks-fr-th-mngs · 7 years

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run me over

So... finally got good WiFi to post this fifth part!

Part One: thump

Part Two: melt

Part Three: do you even meme?

Part Four: laugh

Part Five: fall

It’s not a date. That’s what Jack had been telling himself for a week now. It’s not a date. He was going to see Felix again, enjoy his company one more time in complete one sided emotion. They were going to hang out at the arcade. Like the good old days when the two guys were just kids, and the arcade was still a cool place to hang out. Not that it wasn’t anymore, but it was a dying oasis.

Maybe he shouldn’t have worn this shirt. Maybe a different colour would have been better. What was Felix’s favorite colour? Maybe that was something Jack should know by now, he has been working on a friendship for near a month at this point. They had been talking almost every day since having watched the movie with PJ. He was even texting the goof himself and getting advice on how to deal with the Swede.

Thank goodness for that too, because Jack almost blew it a couple times there.

Jack was in the car with Felix now and just a block away from the arcade. They had been talking about video games, and Jack’s favorite game.

“It’s a good game, not gonna lie,” Felix said. “I played it. I just like Dark Souls better.” Jack could almost feel offended at this.

“Shadow of the Colossus is so much better! It’s just boss battles over and over!” Jack looked at Felix and wanted to hold his hand so badly, but refrained. Felix winced at jack’s yelling. He still wasn’t used to it yet.

“Alright!” Felix yelled in mock agreement. “It’s the best game!” Jack faced forward again.

“Damn right it is!” the two pulled into the parking lot of the arcade and got out to walk when the car stopped. Jack was visibly excited. He almost skipped as he walked, giggling when he talked. Felix was amused to see Jack act almost like a little boy. It was definitely endearing to say the least, Felix definitely was comfortable enough with his sexuality to call the man adorable.

Stepping into the arcade, Jack and Felix took a moment to take in the blips and bells and lights from the dozens of games around. This was definitely going to be a good afternoon.

“Wanna make a bet?” Felix almost sings, his eyes twinkling and eyebrow raising. Jack loved his eyes.

“What are ou planning you meatball?” Jack squinted his eyes and put his hands on his hips. They walked to the coin machine to trade forty dollars for tokens.

“Whoever wins the most games by the end of the day wins,” Felix suggested. Jack thought about it, sure that he wouldn’t win. Felix was just as sure of his gaming ability.

“Somethings got to be at stake here,” Jack said. “Loser has to do whatever the winner wants. But only one thing!” Jack would make that win count. Felix smiled even more and gave a little laugh. Jack could feel his heart squeezing in his chest.

“Get ready to lose, Sean!” Jack wanted to die right then at the sound of Felix calling out his legal name. It was almost too much for him to handle. Jack smiled through the urge to jump Felix and kiss him, wrapping his arms around him. No doubt he’d lose him uber quickly that way. He just had to wait, lie and wait.

“You have to be cheating!” Felix called out after. He was losing sorely in air hockey – the final game the boys would play. Jack was already ahead by wins, but Felix insisted that air hockey would be the ultimatum. The all or nothing. And he was still losing five to one.

“You are terrible at this,” Jack retorted. He hit the puck once and it landed itself in the little goal. Felix huffed as jack gained another point.

“I’m not, you're just a cheater!” He complained like a child.

“How can you cheat at this?” Jack laughed, watching the puck that Felix was serving. The two of them had genuinely been having a blast, even if Felix was sorely losing. They hit the puck back and fortha few more times until Felix made a lucky shot and gained a point. It was now six to two. If Jack made another point, Felix would lose the whole bet.

“Ha!” Felix threw his hands up in the air. “I got a point! Get ready Irish leprechaun cause I'm about to whoop your ass!”

“Be quiet you goof,” Jack laughed. “There are kids around.” Felix’s arms went down quickly and looked embarrassed very quickly. His cheeks got the tiniest hint of pink and Jack laughed more. In truth he found it to be the most adorable thing ever, but played it off as Felix being funny. “Come on, we aren’t finished yet!” Jack set the puck back on the table top. Immediately it started floating away. He hit it towards Felix, the man whom he was slowly falling for more and more.

The two men kept passing and missing hits for near a minute. Felix tried his best to keep Jack from winning. But Jack was just a little too good. Or maybe it was just luck, seeing as how he’d never heard of anyone who was genuinely good at air hockey. Anyhow, Jack made the final seventh point, signifying he had won the game. He lifted his arms in victory.

“Yes!” He cried out over the blips and shouts from other people. “Irish Leprechaun gets the win!” Felix narrowed his eyes playfully at the gloating shorter man.

“I still say you cheated,” He pointed an accusatory finger at Jack, who just laughed.

“Oh shut up and let’s count our tickets.” Jack led the way to the ticket counting machine. He had a mess of tickets in his hand which he had gotten from most of the games they played. It almost made Felix roll his eyes over the disorganization Jack seemed to have over them. It took a while to untangle them enough to insert them into the machine, and ripping the tickets was necessary at times, but eventually the machine printed a receipt that dictated Jack had over nine hundred fifty tickets.

Felix was smart about the whole issue. He had folded his tickets nicely into rows of ten and kept them in the cup they used for tokens. Neat. Jack wondered how Felix had the patience to do that. It was cute, how he used his head even at the most useless of times. Easily, Felix fed the tickets to the machine. The receipt read six hundred twenty three total tickets. Jack made the pathetic muted trumpet sound that played in old cartoons whenever the character failed.

“Shut up,” Felix muttered playfully. They made their way to the rewards counter to get things. They looked around at different stupid toys for a few minute. Chinese handcuffs, those stupid plastic hands, tops, stickers, sweets. They laughed at everything they saw. Nothing was good enough. They were a bit too old for some of these things and neither of them had enough to get the really good things like the hover boards or wii games to play with guests. Jack’s eye caught on a black plushy the size of a pumpkin.

“Fe, look!” Jack cried out pointing to the dragon plushy. “It’s a Toothless!” Felix looked to the toy. He could tell jack really liked it. Could tell he wanted it. The way Jack looked with wide eyes at the cute dragon was endearing. He was like a child. Felix smiled.

“You should get it,” he said. Jack looked for the tag that said how much it was. Twelve hundred thirty tickets. He frowned disappointed.

“Can’t,” he said dejectedly. “It’s too much.” Felix frowned and looked at the tag. He did some quick mental math. He pulled Jack be the sleeve to get to the counter and got the attention of a girl who was working behind the counter. When she saw Felix she smiled.

“What can I get you?” She said. Felix took Jack’s ticket from him and handed them to the girl.

“Can we get the Toothless thing if we combine the two?” He asked, pointing to the plushy. Jack looked up quickly and looked at Felix. Combine the tickets to get him the Toothless? Would he really do that for him? Felix didn’t look to be joking.

The girl looked at Jack and smiled. “You’re in luck,” She said lightly. She moved to get the Toothless from the shelf. Jack just kept looking at Felix while waiting. It wasn’t such an odd thing to do, but it was so incredibly sweet, so terrifically lovable. Jack’s heart beat perfectly calm and didn’t hurt at all. Different to the usual reaction he had when Felix did something he loved.

That’s when Jack knew his emotions had gotten too strong.

“Here you go!” The girl handed over the plushie to Felix. “That leaves you with…three hundred forty six tickets.” She seemed to do the math in her head. Felix handed Jack the plushy. He took it in his hands gingerly. It was a surprisingly good quality. Had the DreamWorks tag on it. Jack smiled softly when he hugged the plushy tightly. He’d love and take good care of this for the rest of his life. A gift from the first guy he ever loved.

Loved.

“Wanna get a bunch of candy?” Felix asked. Jack could only nod. He was afraid to speak, maybe his loud voice would blow Felix away. Felix turned to the girl behind the counter. “Just fill a bag with different sweets until we run out of tickets.” The girl nodded and grabbed a bag and went to the sweets under the glass counter. She pulled out an assortment of lollipops, sour strings, skittles, Jolly Ranchers, and chocolates.

“Hey whats wrong?” Felix said noticing jack was very quiet.

“Nothing,” Jack said softly. “I just can’t believe you gave up half your tickets for me.” Felix smiled at that.

“No big deal,” he assured. “I’d rather you get something cool you want than we both get shitty little toys.” The girl came back and gave Felix the bag of candy. The two men walked back to the car. Felix was going to drop Jack off at home now.

On the way to Jack’s house, he thought a lot. Perhaps to Felix the gesture was simply an act of kindness or sensibility. But to Jack it was a whole lot more than that. It was something that pushed jack to understand the depth of his emotions. How he could never live without Felix being in his life one way or another. Even if they never got together romantically, he needed him. Without Felix, what was even the point of living anymore? So of course, he had to keep him. Even if it meant never telling Felix he was gay, or admitting his feelings to a man who believed he was incredibly straight.

If this is what love felt like, Jack was in for a lifetime of unrequited love and disappointment when Felix found a girl he thought he loved. It was definitely a fast fall for him. Almost two months since he had first been saved by Felix. Only one month of talking to him. Of course it was an incredibly short amount of time. Most people would say it definitely was not love.

But he was sure it was. How could it be anything else?

Felix reached Jack’s house and stopped the car.

“Well here we are,” Felix said. They had both been munching on sweets on the way. Felix was currently munching on a chocolate. Jack was sucking on a lollipop that he just opened.

“I had fun man,” Jack said with a smile. “Thanks for bringing me!” He unbuckled his seatbelt.

“I had fun too! Still think you cheated but it’s whatever.” Felix shrugged and giggled. That gave Jack an idea.

“Oh yeah,” he started with a mischievous smirk. “About that…” Felix’s smile disappeared. The bet had still been on and Felix just reminded Jack of it. Oh no, he thought. For sure, Felix thought Jack would make him do something horrible. Jack thought about it quickly. What did he want from Felix now? A kiss would be nice, but no doubt Felix would question it and refuse and then wonder what Jack was really around for. But perhaps a kiss on the cheek… but it had to be weird for Felix.

“Kiss me on the cheek,” Jack said with a smirk. “Since you lost.” Felix’s eyes widened and he looked confused at Jack.

“What?” He chuckled nervously. “For real?”

“What?” jack taunted. “You aren’t comfortable enough in your own sexuality that you can’t give a friend a kiss on the cheek when you lose a bet?” Felix blushed a little bit.

“How is this rewarding for you?” He asked moving his hair around on his head.

“It makes you uncomfortable, doesn’t it?” Jack laughed. It was a good cover for him. No one had to know or suspect anything. Felix thought about tit for a minute. A bet was a bet. He had to pay up. Jack apparently knew exactly what made him tick.

“Alright,” he surrendered. Jack smiled as if he had won – which he had – and closed his eyes. He turned his head and brought his cheek out for Felix to kiss when he was ready. Felix bit his pride and heterosexuality and leaned in to give Jack a kiss to his cheek. He left a small mark of chocolate on his cheek. Felix saw and was tempted to wipe it away but decided against it. Jack smiled wider, probably amused – unbeknownst to Felix he was shining with joy and resisting to pull Felix in for a kiss.

“Not so bad now was it?” Jack joked. Felix blushed a bit.

“The worst thing I’ve ever done in my life,” he playfully insulted. Jack laughed and got out of the car. After a quick goodbye, Felix drove away. It was a strange feeling; kissing a man on the cheek. He had never done that before. Felix shied away from anything that could be considered homosexual, although he could act like the gayest person in the whole city, he never acted on words or phrases he’s said or mimed.

He drove home thinking of the green haired boy and the kiss on the cheek. It couldn’t have meant anything to jack… so why was it starting to mean something to him?

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believe-that-you-can-my-friend · 7 years

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Bug head writing prompt "I could kiss you!" One of them figures out something for the other and the latter gets so excited or happy they either kiss the person or exclaim that they want to...

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It was dead silent in the students’ lounge thatTuesday in free period. Being one of therare days that the sun was showering the small town of Riverdale with its rich,warm rays, every student was out in the backyard, soaking up the much neededvitamin D. That of course didn’t apply for Jughead Jones whose mainly attitudeand way of life was far beyond from sunshines and rainbows.

He threw his bag at the couch at the center of theroom carelessly and mentally let a happy sigh of relief that the only soundaround him was him thinking. He pushed some coins into the venting machinepaying for a very small, much to his dislike, pack of chips and some Skittles,the boy always up for an unhealthy snack, peaking out of the window mindlesslyas he waited for the machine to deliver the goodies. Amongst the sea of highschoolers, he could see Archie along with Reggie and Moose and other jocksengrossed in a low-key baseball match in all their Bulldogs’ glory of heavylaughter and dude jokes and Veronica sporting some oversized, designersunglasses while sunbathing on the grass along with other cheerleaders whileCheryl Blossom was some benches away with Josie and the Pussycats, the girlswatching something on an iPad and swaying lightly to some beat. Jughead didn’t feeleven the slightest of need to join them.

With snacks in hand, the boy threw himself on thecouch and got comfortable, resting his legs on the coffee table in front of himand crossing them at the ankles, his mind briefly wandering to the bubblyblonde his eyes didn’t quite catch outside, enjoying the nice day. He hoped shewasn’t with her face buried in some book at the library or squishing her mindfor ideas in the Blue & Gold; she studied and worked too much for her owngood. Thinking that maybe he hadn’t notice her presence outside – somethingmuch more than doubtful because he was always aware of her presence withouteven looking up – but making a mental note to check up on her in a while,Jughead opened his laptop on his lap and double clicked on the document thatheld his precious novel, feeling his fingers itching to put on paper the wordsthat danced all day in his mind.

Barely five minutes passed and the perfume he got torecognize as Betty addictive Cooperinvaded his senses, once again aware of her presence in an instant without evenneeding confirmation of his baby blue eyes.

“Juggie Jones, what are you doing inside on a day likethat?” the friendly blonde offered in her usual motherly tone, walking furtherinside the room. Jughead groaned under his breath; he had a strong inkling thathe wouldn’t get any work done.

“Not a word, Cooper.” He replied in his casual tone ofirritation and frowned to the screen, raising a shushing finger in the air tocut her off.

Betty giggled; she deeply enjoyed it when he was beinggrumpy like that. “Word.” She leaned to his ear and replied cleverly, the boybacking away in reflex and closing his eyes in annoyance. That girl was sogonna be the death of him.

“Why don’t you go out and let me be?” he kept not sparingher any glance, only typing things on his laptop. “All your fellow pom-pomgirls are out getting a tan. Go be a shallow millennial teenage girl.” He wenton apathetically.

Betty just shrugged, throwing herself on the armchairnext to him. “I dropped by but wasn’t quite feeling it. So I came snoopingaround looking for you.” She gave him a teasing smile which Jughead barely sawblurry through his peripheral vision.

“Lucky me.” He murmured in fake delight.

“Oh, shush, you big baby!” she scoffed. “I’m justgonna sit here and read. I won’t bother you I promise.” Jughead raised his eyesat that in warning and saw her taking out of her backpack a worn out at theedges literature book, Les LiaisonsDangereuses, Jughead read in his mediocre slash good enough French, beforeopening it up somewhere around the middle. He was dying to ask how on earthsweet innocent Betty Cooper had ended up with such a scandalous classic in herhands but held his mouth shut last minute, knowing that this would cause arather large monologue out of the blonde’s lips that most times he enjoyed butright now he really wanted to get back to describing Jason Blossom’s seeminglyperfect life prior his tragic death.

And just as he mentally gave him a pat on the back forfinishing yet another chapter, the worst thing possible in the history ofmisfortunes happened and the screen of his laptop turned pitch black, sendingJughead in state of fear and cold sweat.

“No.” he huffed lowly at first, not quite believinghis eyes, the girl next to him looking up and raising an eyebrow. “No, no, no,no, no…” he gradually started freaking out, sitting straight and placing thelaptop on the table, pressing keys in frenzy.

“What’s the matter?” Betty questioned sitting upstraight too.

“The matter is that my posthumous fame died before Ieven did!” he exclaimed an octave higher in exaggeration, continuing with hisuseless key-pressing, now harder and more demanding.

Betty’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, examining thenon-responsive machine. “What happened?”

“What happened…” Jughead repeated with a bitterchuckle and a shake of his head. “Would I act like my pants caught on fire if Iknew what happened?!” he spat angrily to the blonde’s face, not being able tocontrol his frustration and desperation. His laptop was his only belonging thatmattered; how could it betray him like that?

She rolled her eyes. “Let me take a look.” She went onto turn the laptop towards herself but he pushed her hands away.

“Don’t you dare.” Jughead warned with a full onthreatening look.

If Betty didn’t know how much that novel meant to him,she would have laughed. “Oh, come on! Maybe I can help.” She insisted but hewasn’t having any of it.

“I said don’t you dare.” The boy stood up, taking thesilver machine under his arm protectively.

Betty sized him down. “You know, I’m way more stubbornthan you.” She pointed out with narrowed eyes and moved forwards, grabbing thelaptop and trying to pull it out of his arms.

“Betty, don’t make me physically hurt you!” Jugheadwarned once again, trying desperately to hold on to his most beloved thing.

“Oh please, like you would.” She scoffed and delivereda hard kick to his knee, the boy backing down in pain and loosening his stronghold, Betty finding the perfect chance to snatch the laptop off his hands witha victorious “ha!”.

“You’re a nuisance, Betty Cooper! You truly are!” theraven haired boy yelled angrily, rubbing his pained knee while setting off tocatch her, the blonde rounding the table before jogging further away inside theroom.

“If you stop that, you’ll get your laptop backsooner.” She pointed out and let a squeal when he came close to catching herbut she hid the laptop behind her back maneuvered herself around him, sprintingto the other side of the room.

“You’re dead, I swear, you are dead!” he colored everyword with frustration, the two of them dancing around the room, knocking overthings and furniture.

Kevin made his appearance at that very moment, cartonbox of juice in hand and a look of pleasant surprise upon trying to figure outwhat his friends were doing. “What are we playing?” he asked in amusement.

“Betty is just playing with my nerves!” Jugheadgroaned loudly, slightly out of breath, coming to a stop next to Kevin. “Stop!Now!” he commanded the blonde with a raise of his arm and a warning fingerpointing her way.

Betty came to a halt some meters further across him, huffing away from her eyes some strands of hair that escaped her otherwise perfectponytail. “I will, if you give me a chance to take a look at this.”

Jughead titled his head to the side and huffed, bitinghis lip and being minutes away from losing his temper with that five foot sixamazingly annoying creature in front of him.

She just gave him a look under her eyelashes andmastered her most charming, girly smile. “Please?” she asked in that sweet,made of clouds and candy canes voice of hers and Jughead knew that he was goingto regret it but what was he gonna do? He really was sold, like always.

Betty let a winning fist bump in the air upon seeinghis hesitant nod and got immediately to work, settling on the seat hepreviously occupied and opening the lid of his computer, before pressing acombination of keys, the two boys coming to stand behind her in curiosity and,in Jughead’s case, pure dread. The screen came back to life and Jughead’s facedropped at that, once coming across its irritating blue shade and a millionthings in code. The blonde was unfazed though, a light frown of determinationbetween her perfectly shaped brows, and she took a minute to scan theincoherent text for the four eyes she had on her back, before pressing keys andtyping code things in pop ups that came up.

In a mere matter of minutes, Jughead’s laptop was backup and running, his document still there to wave him a pleasant hello.

“NO!” he exclaimed in pure joy and jumped over thecouch to settle next to her, lips forming the biggest smile in the history ofsmiles. “How on earth did you do that?” he wondered in total awe, taking in theblonde next to him who just shrugged with a clever smile.

“My dad has that kind of incidents once in a while atthe paper so he had to learn some tricks. And he passed his wisdom down to me.”Betty admitted, proud of herself and pleased that he was smiling like thatbecause of her.

“Man!” Jughead exclaimed again in pure shock, staringat his computer screen like a thristy man in the sight of an oasis. “Betty Cooper, youmade me so happy right now, I could kissyou!” he went on ecstatic, not filtering any of the word vomit that cameout of his mouth, nor even his actions as it seemed, since he grabbed herdelicious pink cheeks and delivered a fierce peck to her mouth, before both ofthem jumped back in shock.

“Alright…” Kevin was the one to interrupt the awkwardsilence dragging the word, even him being equally flabbergasted. “That’s myqueue to go. I have enough suppressed feelings of my own to even deal withyours too.” The boy said cleverly, strolling quickly out of the lounge.

“That…” Jughead started, rubbing his sweaty palms overhis jeans uneasily feeling the heat of embarassment numbing his mind, not finding any suitable words and looking hesitantly at theblonde next to him with the corner of his eyes.

“Uh…” Betty hummed, uncertain of what to say either,cheeks crimson red, eyes rounded in girly innocence and bubblegum lips still parted inthat post-kissing pout.

“I didn’t mean to jump on you like that, I was justamazed that my documents weren’t gone, I wouldnever do something like that to you…” his nervous rant died on his lipsonce his wandering eyes connected with hers and there was silence for a moment,the two teens sensing the change between them.

Betty eyes did a dramatic blink, blink and he melted right there, putty for that girl and heradorable reactions. “But it was so nice…” she admitted with a dreamy sigh.

“Yeah…” he sighed too with a sudden heaviness in hisvoice. “So damn nice…” his baby blues dropped to her full lips again and thatwas it, that was their undoing; they dove into that exhilarating feeling and didn’t unwrap themselves from each other for the rest of freeperiod, or, more correctly, the rest of that day.

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Life's Gift of Love: Mikey's Love Story

Chapter 4 Sky's Pov... One of my most favorite things to do during my past times is cooking. I don't know why but I always loved cooking when I was growing up. I always kept a various amounts of cook books that surprisingly have delicious vegan meals as well as making the same favorite foods that many people eat, but have it vegan style. I started to get the groceries out of the plastic bags when I came back from the market on the kitchen counter. I prepared a crock pot and began to peel the yellow potatoes over the sink, letting the skins fall in the drain, then slicing them into thin slices. I then began to dice the carrots and onions into tiny pieces before sliding all the vegetables into the pot. I poured a cup of water and coconut milk inside then adding a bit of cayenne pepper and paprika. I crushed a few cashews with my nut cracker before sprinkling them all over and then pouring a small tablespoon of lemon juice. As I turned up the heat letting the ingredients boil, I added a box of dried macaroni and a pinch of yeast, garlic powder, and salt before mixing it all together till it made a creamy yellow color. "Let's just hope this doesn't turn out to be a complete disaster", I said, to myself I set the lid over the pot to let it keep the steam in as I set the timer on the oven for twenty minutes to allow the dish to cook. Skittles came flying over landing on my shoulder as I gave the back of her head a scratch and her beak a kiss. "Pretty bird", I said, as I hand her half of a banana She took into her beak as she flew off landing on her perch and began to eat. I walked over to my fish tank and I opened the lid and sprinkled some natural fish food into the tank as the fish began to swim up quickly to the surface and began to feast catching and swimming after bits that started floating to the bottom of the tank. "Eat up you guys, its dinner time", I said, sprinkling in a little more food before closing the lid But when I did close the lid I heard a tapping. I figured it was nothing, thinking it might of been my imagination, but then I heard it again this time harder and someone talking. "Skylar, Skylar", a voice said, tapping my window repeatedly I quickly walked over to my window looking confused and I pushed the curtains back and looked outside to see Mikey with a look of relief on his face, as if something was freaking him out. I unlocked my window and I slid it up and sat down on the window sill. "Mikey?", I said "Hey", he said, smiling slightly sadly "Hey what's going on?", I asked "Is this a bad time?", he asked "No, no I was just chilling out at home, not doing anything, why?", I asked "Is it okay if I just hang out here for a little while?", he asked, looking desperate I nodded quickly. "Yeah of course, absolutely, come on in", I said, getting off the window to let him come through Mikey squeezed his body through the window as I moved away a few feet and waited for him to come inside. "Is everything okay?", I asked, concerned He closed the window before letting out a sigh. "Just got into a fight", he said, looking at me "Are you okay?", I asked, sounding panicked looking over him making sure there weren't any injuries on him "Are you hurt?" "No I am fine, I wasn't hurt, I mean like in a verbal fight", he said "What happened? Do you want to talk about it?", I asked "Just my brothers saying I don't take things seriously, how I always act childish all the time and make like I am not an important member of the team", he said, shrugging "Oh that's bullshit, pardon my French", I said, shaking my head "You do too take things seriously, you helped me with my emotions back at the shop, saved Usagi's life from death, and let alone saving my life from nearly drowning out in the ocean" "Yeah but they don't know about those things", he said "You mean you haven't told them about me?", I asked, surprised "Skylar, if they knew you knew me, they would have my shell for that", he said "I would be in so much trouble" "Is it bad that we know each other?", I asked, sounding concerned "It's bad to them, because its a threat to know our existence and that we will be exposed to more humans, and that we could possibly be captured let alone killed", he said "But I wouldn't tell anyone, I mean who is going to believe me anyways?", I said "Like hey guys guess what I was saved by a giant talking turtle who does martial arts, people will think I am more crazy than I am already. I am not going to expose you like that, you are my friend and I wouldn't put you in any danger by any means" "I just worry what they might do to me if they found out, let alone what they might do to you", he said, looking worried "Well if anyone tries anything, they got another thing coming towards them if they think they can do whatever to me or you just because we are friends", I said, seriously "That's why I ran off, to get away from them, and I wanted to see you again", he said "Awww Mikey", I said, walking over to him pulling him into my arms "You are welcomed here anytime you want, no matter what, day or night, if you need to get away or just want to come by, the window is always open" "Thanks Sky", he said, wrapping his arms around me making into a hug "I have dinner cooking right now", I said, looking up at him "I have enough for a few plates, if you want some?" "Mmmmmmm yummy I am always hungry!", he said, licking his lips hungrily, looking over in the kitchen seeing the steam coming from the crock pot "Well it will be ready soon, but you can just hang out with my critters till its done, they were wondering when they were going to see you again", I said, as Mikey walked over jumping over the couch landing on the sofa Kisa was the first to greet him as she jumped down from her cat tree and landed on the couch and walked up to him and he smiled reaching behind him as he petted her head as she rubbed herself against him purring loudly. "Hey Kisa, purring like a motorboat there", he said Skittles was next to greet him as she came flying off her perch towards him. "Hello Mikey", she squawked "Hey she said my name!", he said, excitedly "She just learned that last week, I was really eager to let her show you", I said, smiling She landed on his shoulder as he gave her head a few gentle scratches. "Any luck on the Darth Vader impression yet?", he asked "Still working on it, she is getting close, I think she will have mastered it by next week", I said "You are lucky Sky, I wish I had this many pets like you have", he said, as he was getting cuddles by Kisa and Skittles "Well they can be a bit of a handful, but I don't regret it, it's worth it", I said "I think you would be a great pet owner" "You think so?", he asked "I can tell you would be", I said, nodding "Do you think your family might let you have one?" "Maybe, I am not so sure, its not like I could just walk in some place and adopt", he said, shrugging "Well you could always help a stray one you know, I mean Kisa and Usagi were strays", I said "There is always a stray out there that could use some love" "Yeah that is true, but the hardest part is convincing the family to let me have it", he said "Well I think if you explain that you will be solely responsible over it, I don't see how they could not let you", I said "I could give it a try, but I am not sure it will be a guarantee", he said "Well you never know unless you try", I said, smiling "By the way, how's Usagi doing?", Mikey asked "Oh he is perfect, he eats like a horse and sleep like a rock", I said, as I gave Iggy and Lola their pellets in their small bowl they shared "Hardly chews on any of my stuff too" I could hear metal bars cling together and I looked over my shoulder seeing Usagi standing on his hind legs. I made him his own little enclosure with a wooden hutch, a play tunnel, scratching post and toys to chew on and a little litter box. He looked like he was trying to climb out of the cage, as he looked at Mikey. I couldn't help but smile. "Mikey it looks like someone is happy to see you", I said Mikey grinned as he came walking up towards Usagi in his cage as he stretched his little body up to reach up higher to get his front paws on top of the cage. "Hey little furry dude!", Mikey said, as he picked him up in his arms and gave his ear a scratch "How you doing?" Usagi rubbed his head against his hand then began to sniff around his shoulder climbing up more on him. "He really loves you Mikey, he must be very thankful for you saving his life", I said "Well you helped too, it wasn't just me", he said "Yeah I know, but I think you did the heroic act", I said, giving him a smile "You saved someone's life" "Awwww shucks, just doing my job", he said, slightly blushing looking at me shyly I giggled. "Well good news is he is in good health, I took him to the vet the morning after we found him to be on the safe side and the vet gave him the all clear for any complications", I said "The vet said we were lucky to save him just in time, a few more hours out there in the cold, he might of not made it" "Well good thing we did take that path and not the scenic route", Mikey said "You are telling me", I said, nodding in agreement The sound of the oven went ringing off. "Oh great! Dinner is ready!", I said, walking quickly into the kitchen to shut off the timer "What's for dinner Sky?", Mikey called out "Hope you like mac and cheese", I said, taking the lid off the crock pot sniffing the freshly cooked meal "It's a new recipe I wanted to try" "Well I am always up for trying something new", he said, getting up quickly running to the dinning table I scooped out the pasta with my ladle as I set it on two plates and I came out with two bottles of Orange Crush soda balancing right next to it. "And since its a new recipe I made, I threw in our favorite drink to go along with it", I said "You read my mind like a telepath", he said, giving me a thumbs up I giggled. "As if I am one", I said, giggling as I placed the plates down and we began to eat Mikey's Pov... The whole time we were eating together, I could not help myself and stare at Skylar for a few seconds before she noticed I was looking at her the whole time. Luckily I looked away in time not trying to make myself so suspicious. She really does have this bright and energetic personality. You could say that we were both very similar in personality, as well as the same interests for tattoos and animals. I am always trying to make people laugh and smile when they don't want to, feel sad, or even if they push me away. Not to mention Skylar is really nice, caring and cute too. And I don't mean that just because of my flirting every time I see a hot girl on a billboard or magazine, I mean she really is beautiful, maybe even more than my friend April. This girl really is someone who you seldom see, since most of the people if they see me would not react well, but she surprised me with her reaction and actually sees me as someone and not something. Seeing how far she has come from where she started really was an inspiration to me, from being on her own at a young age and making it out there without giving up, she is like a hero in my eyes. As we finished the dinner, she took my plates and utensils and we both looked at each other and smiled. "That was really good Sky, it tasted different than what I normally would try", I said "What was that recipe?" She kind of looked at me uneasily as she looked slightly away from me. I was starting to think I did something wrong or something else if that makes her not answer. Jeez now I feel like an idiot for bringing that up. "Well to be truthful Mikey, there is something about me you don't know about", she said, as she looked back at me "What do you mean?", I asked "Well okay, but don't laugh when I tell you this", she said "Why would I laugh at you?", I asked, looking confused at her "I have told people about it before and they just think its just a joke", she said "Hey we are friends dudette! I wouldn't laugh at you, well not unless it was a prank", I said, smirking She giggled slightly at the joke. "Are you sure?", she asked, sounding a bit serious "I won't laugh at you, I promise you", I said, giving her a honest smile Her eyes looked down for a moment before she let out a breathe and looked up at me. "I am a vegan", she said, cringing She then looked away as if she was waiting for me to burst out laughing. But I looked at her with a worried look before I got up and placed my hand on her shoulder. "I am not going to laugh at you about that", I said Skylar looked up at me confused, as if she didn't believe what I was saying. "You are not?", she asked "No, I am not going to laugh at you for what you eat and don't eat", I said, shaking my head "Seriously?", she asked, with a cocked eyebrow "Seriously, I am not kidding", I said, looking at her with truth in my eyes "Wow, I was wrong, I thought you might of would of thought it was the most stupid thing you ever heard of", Skylar said "Saying that I am tree hugger or a grass eater or something like that" "But that is who you are, if you are happy with it, then that is all that matters", I said, with a smile "It's your choice on how you live it and you should be proud for that" She smiled. "Thanks Mikey", she said "That does mean a lot to me" I smiled back to her. "So how long have you been a vegan?", I asked "Pretty much all my life", she said, as I followed her in the kitchen "I started when I was nine" "Wow that's quite the early start", I said, surprised "Usually you hear teenagers starting out first" "Yeah at first I didn't know what a vegan was, that is until I talked with some activists doing a parade and they told me what happens behind the walls and closed doors", she said, starting to fill up the sink "Is it bad as they say it is?", I asked, starting to help her wash the dishes "If you saw the footage that I have from doing my activist work, you probably would have a major freak out", she said, nodding drying a plate I gulped hard. "Yikes", I said "Yeah its pretty disturbing", she said "That's why I am like I am today, I didn't want to be an intentional cause to what happens every day" "I am sorry people tease you like that", I said, looking at her concerned "It's okay Mikey", she said, with a small smile "Sometimes the best you can do is just to block out those words that can bring you down and keep yourself going, at least that is what I think. I mean I have been told I wouldn't make it out there when I first left home and I blocked out all that and look where I am now, being able to support myself, my animals and doing what I love and I believe in" "That's good, more people should learn a thing or two from you Skylar", I said "Well people could, if they were willing to listen which unfortunately doesn't happen too often", she said, with a smirk "I hear that loud and clear", I said, smirking We both laughed as we finished up with the dishes. "Thanks again for dinner Sky, it was really good", I said "Awww no worries, glad you liked, it turned out better than what I imagined", she said, giggling "You want to stay for a little while longer or do you have to get going?" "Mmmmm I don't know, my brothers they still might be up and about and I don't want to go back for a round two of hearing negative criticism", I said, uneasily "Well if you want to stick around just to wait for the heat to die down by all means stay", she said, sipping her drink "I am not going to kick you out just like that" "Great, jeez I am stuffed", I said, collapsing on the couch "That mac and cheese was very filling" Sky's Pov... I collapsed on my bean bag chair right next to the couch. I know its not common in a living room, but hey its my space and I love it. "You said it dude", I said, stretching out my arms After a few moments of the both of us crashing in the living room, I spent that time just looking around trying to figure out what to say and that's when my eyes locked on to my black helmets with green and white flames and a smile came to my face. I knew this was going to be fun. "Hey Mikey?", I asked "Mmmmm?", he asked, looking over at me "Do you want to try something new?", I asked He gave me a strange look. "What do you mean?", he asked "Ever been on a motorbike?", I asked "Ummmm...no", he said "Well want to?", I asked "Is it safe?", he asked, sounding a bit unsure "Would I stir you into danger?", I asked, cocking an eyebrow "I don't think so", he said, shaking his head "Well then you can trust me on this, want to go for a motorbike ride?", I said "You have a bike?", he asked, surprised "Yup sure do", I said, with a smile "It's a good one, very fast too" "Well, then I say, let's do it!", he said, with a smile "Awesome!", I said, getting up I grabbed my helmets off my shelf and I tossed him one. "You will need this", I said "Meet me on the other side of the building in the parking garage, you are going to love it!" "I am on it!", he said, quickly going over the couch and climbing out the window I giggled as I watched him disappear out of my view. "This guys enthusiasm I swear, with the amount he has in his system he could light up the whole city", I said, to myself I locked up my apartment and headed down the stairs and out the door. The parking garage was outside the apartment complex and I jumped over the guard and ran down the ramp. I saw Mikey swinging outside the concrete walls like a monkey on a vine on the railings. "Come on this way!", I called out, running "Wait for me!", he called out I ran up towards the end of the parking garage as Mikey slid right in through the opening. "Alright don't get too excited, it's a few years old so its not totally new", I said I tossed off the protective dust cover, to reveal a dark green Yamaha motorcycle with black trim with silver rims around the black tires. The polish around it was a bit faded due to the elements, but other than it looked to be in good condition. "Oh woah! Are you kidding me?", he said, looking at it surprised "I know I have to put some work into it, once I am done with it, its going to be show room awesome", I said, climbing on and putting on my helmet "Well no time like testing this puppy out!", he said, climbing on and turning the key in the ignition The motor roared as it started and Mikey slipped on his helmet putting on the windshield cover over his eyes. "You ready?", I asked, looking over my shoulder "Let her rip!", he yelled "Hang on tight!", I called out I reared up the accelerator and just in a few seconds we were zooming across the parking garage at high speeds. Mikey held on to me around my shoulders and waist as we rode up on the ramp and I sped up the bike faster, making us do a little jump on the dip and I skid us quickly to the right as we sped down the street. "Skylar this is awesome!", Mikey yelled "I told ya!", I called out I reared up the bike even faster as we went down the vacant street doing a wheelie cheering. We rode miles from home going on the streets where there was little car and police activity to enjoy our wild ride. As we stopped at the docks to take a breather, the wind was blowing softly from the ocean beside us, where shipping crates were stacked getting prepared to board cargo ships, we both climbed taking a few gulps from our water bottles. "Woah what a rush!", Mikey said, taking off his helmet "Told you it was fast! And that's just a stepping stone on the speed", I said, wiping the sweat off my forehead "Wait until you see until we get up to triple digit speeds" But as we continued on with our water break, we heard a few bangs of what sounded like metal. "Did you hear that?", I asked "Yeah, let's go check it out", Mikey said, putting his helmet on my bike I did the same as we both moved towards the fence to get a better look. That's when we heard a female voicing yelling. "Move out, next point, go go go!", she yelled "What the frick is that?", I asked "I don't know Sky, but lets move closer", he said, starting to climb the fence "Hey wait for me!", I called out, quietly I climbed the fence as we both landed on the ground and we quickly followed the sound of where the yelling was coming from. When we heard more clanking metal, we looked from a storage unit and we saw men going into other storage units and taking out crates and tossing them on the ground as they made glass shattering sounds. "Who are those guys?", I asked "The Foot Ninja", Mikey said "Foot Ninja? Quite the cheesy name if you ask me", I said, crossing my arms "While it does sounds cheesy, looks can be deceiving for these guys are not cool dudes", he said "How so?", I asked "They do nothing but steal and vandalize", he said I was now understanding what Mikey was talking about, as I saw a few ninjas breaking into another storage unit and going through more of the same crates breaking them with frustration and one was painting a graffiti symbol on the side of the unit. "Okay now these guys are not cool dudes at all", I said, nodding in agreement "We got to stop them!" "I will stop them, you need to stay here", he said, looking down at me "What you are benching me? I am not even injured", I said "Its too risky Sky, these guys are tough, I will deal with them", he said "Last time you faced these dingbats you nearly got yourself killed, you think I am going to allow that to happen again? I think not", I said, cocking an eyebrow "Please Sky, just stay here", he said, sounding serious I sighed annoyed. "Fine", I said, rolling my eyes defeated "I will stay, but if anyone tries anything I am stepping in" "Stay behind here, you won't be seen", he said, pushing me back more behind the unit "Be careful", I said, as I watched him sneak off I kept a close watch from behind the unit, keeping a low profile like Mikey told me to as I was about to watch the action unfold. Mikey snuck around and then disappeared from my view as I quietly waited for something to happen. I then heard the sounds of yelling and screaming, common sounds you would hear in a fight just about to take place. "I got movement!", a ninja yelled I gasped and hid back behind the unit thinking it was me that they saw, but they moved away from where I was hiding, and I let out a heavy sigh of relief. Glad that they were not after me. The curiosity in me urged me to follow to investigate and so cautiously I followed close behind. That's when I saw Mikey jump quietly behind a unit. Suddenly a unit was tossed at one of the men, causing me to jump back in fright. "Holy shit!", I said, whispering The ninjas were then called to a retreat by the female voice and they all ran. I looked around the unit I was hiding behind to see what was happening, but quickly hid once more when the ninjas vehicles started to zoom by me. I hid back in the dark and waited to look back out when the noises faded. I walked out quietly and cautiously to see Mikey was standing boldly on top of the unit watching then ninjas disappear. He looked like a knight in shining armor saving the land from an evil threat and I couldn't help but watch him in wonder and awe. "Wow", I said, breathlessly I quickly ran over to where he was at as I saw him doing the same symbol I saw the night I saw Mikey, in purple and orange spray paint. "Dude! That was freaking amazing!", I said "Awwww it was nothing", he said, as he finished doing the symbol "Nothing?! You kidding me?! That was the most incredible thing I have ever seen!", I said "You being able to lift that on your own and let alone do that without being spotted! You got like the strength of a thousand men!" "All apart of being the ninja", he said, flexing a muscle leaning against the unit I then took a closer look at the symbol he made. "Wow this is very cool, very authentic and much creative detail", I said, observing it "Its our clan symbol", Mikey said "You guys made this?", I asked He nodded smiling and I looked back at the art. "Wow, its beautiful, very unique, it has so much character and tells a great story behind all of it", I said, pressing my hand against the dried paint "Thanks, we try hard to make great art", he said, walking up beside "Curious to ask, I know this might sound weird, do you think I could use this piece?", I asked "What for?", he asked "It could boost up production at the shop, I mean we have been having slow business these past few weeks and we have been struggling to come up with new designs and with this I think this would really draw people's attention", I said "Well I don't know", he said, sounding a bit unsure "I will give you credit for it, I am not going to plagiarize someone's work without asking them", I said, shoving his shoulder "And I will give 50/50 profits" "How much do you think its worth?", he asked, nodding his head towards the symbol "With this, mmmmmm I would think, with the amount of detail in this, I would say", I said, looking it over "$2000 a piece" "What?!", he said, dropping his nunchucks and his jaw to the ground "Yup not lying and trust me, I know the values of a tattoo", I said, nodding "Dude that's insane! Its worth that much?!", he said, looking at the symbol "I ain't kidding dude, it's worth that much", I said, shaking my head and crossing my arms "So are you up for it?" He thought about it for a moment by rubbing his chin looking at the art piece then looked at me. "Deal!", he said "Cool beans!", I said, excitedly We both gave each other a high five and body slam laughing. I then took out my phone and I took a picture of the symbol. "This is awesome, this will really boost up production now", I said, putting my phone back in my pocket "I will have to get to work on this right away" "We might as well get out of here anyways, in case anymore ninjas decide to show up", Mikey said "And I got to get home before my brothers come topside looking for me" "I'll drive you back, be faster anyways", I said "I am driving this time!", he said, running off "Oh I don't think so!", I said, laughing chasing after him We drove back towards my place as I stopped outside the first alley that was on my block. I turned off my bike as I took of my helmet and Mikey handed me back his. "Well this certainly has been a crazy night", he said "Yes I agree, one that I could considered absolutely insane", I said, giggling "Well I hope our symbol will help you guys out at the shop", he said "I hope it does too, I am going to draw it up tonight and show it to my boss tomorrow morning when I go into my shift and see what he thinks", I said "Let's hope it gets good vibes", he said "We did put a lot of effort into creating it" "I'm sure it will", I said, nodding in confidence "Thanks for letting me come by tonight Sky", he said, with a smile "Oh of course, no problem", I said, smiling back "And don't let your brothers comments bring you down Mikey, just block it out and keep continuing on with what you do best" "I'll try", he said, nodding "Trust me it will work, believe me it does wonders", I said "And if they keep continuing on, don't worry, karma comes around and bites people in the ass when they least expect it" He snickered at my joke. "Yeah that's true", he said I smiled. "You get home safe and steer clear of those ninjas", I said "Hey don't worry about me, I can handle it", he said, doing a pose showing off his muscles I giggled. "I know you can handle it, I am just saying be careful", I said, giving a smirk "I don't want my friend getting hurt" "I promise you, I will be careful", he said "Well I should get going" "Yeah me too, got to rest up for tomorrow, got a full schedule ahead of me", I said, putting on my helmet "I'll text you when I get home", he said "Sounds cool, well I will see you around", I said, starting up my bike "Yeah see you around Angel Cakes", he said, with a bright smile I couldn't help but laugh. "Nice one, well I will see you around Cutie Pie", I said. smirking I kicked off my kickstand as I drove down the road heading back home. "Hey that was a good one too!", he called out "Thanks! Bye!", I called out, looking back waving with my hand He waved back as I zoomed faster down the road, and looking forward I couldn't help but smile. This guy really is something different and one that I feel like I can trust. All the way back home, I was thinking about him and I didn't know if I was thinking about him as a friend or something else, something more maybe. Mikey's Pov... I quickly made my way up to the rooftops and got up to the top to see Skylar riding her bike farther out into the distance until I saw her make her way down into the garage. "Wow, she is...awesome", I said, to myself "Man not like any girl you would ever meet" As I turned around to make my way back home, I crashed into something hard as I jumped down from the edge and landed hard on the ground. "Ow! Jeez that hurt!", I said, rubbing my aching head "Wouldn't hurt as much as if I could give you a beating right now", a tough voice said I looked up and to my surprise, shock and fear were my brothers standing over me, and believe me they didn't look happy at all with me. "Care to explain your little friend Mikey?", Leo said, stepping forward towards me "Oh um hey Leo, what's going down bro?", I asked, laughing nervously He didn't seem to buy my act as I could feel my heart starting to pound in my chest and sweat pour down my face. "We were actually out here trying to find you to apologize for what we said, but it looks like you got some explaining to do", he said, glaring down at me "Awwww sewer apples", I said, groaning

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