#he's wondering if he can kill jack already and he can't run away from the demon so-
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The photo • Jack Grealish
It's pouring rain, you can't see the back of your hand. The car has stopped along the road and in an attempt to want to call someone to pick you up you realise you've left your bag in the office. What else could be added to the list of the worst night of your life?
It sounds like the beginning of a horror movie, or the end of your life. But you don't want to panic, you're trying to stay as clear-headed as possible to figure out the best thing to do at that moment.
"Okay, I can stay here and wait for the rain to stop at least. But it could take all night and there seems to be someone in the house there. I just have to be brave and-" a sharp tap on the window makes you startle, with your heart pounding in your throat you throw yourself out of the car. Bad move when you think of all the movies you've seen but you've definitely been known to not think too much before acting.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"What you have been doing outside my house for days!" a guy with an umbrella yells at you as if he hasn't just given you a heart attack. And you certainly don't let him get away with it, yelling to be heard from above the rain that has already drenched you.
"Excuse me?"
"You journalists just don't have an ounce of dignity"
"Please, who knows you!"
"Wait... you're not a journalist?"
"No I'm not"
"Who are you then?" faced with your merely furious face, the boy seemed to change expression raising an eyebrow and perhaps wondering if he was really wrong.
"Just a loser I guess. My car broke down and I don't have a way to call for help" you sigh and in that instant a gust of wind to turn the boy's umbrella upside down, thus leaving him without his protection.
"Come into the house"
"What? No way" maybe it's just your wounded pride from the scare or the slight fear that all the stories you hear around has established within you with time, but the proposal doesn't entice you at all. Even if you are alone, with no way of getting home and no money.
"Come into the house with me, come on" but then you reconsider looking him in the eyes and deciding only to trust him, starting to run after him to the front door of his house.
"Hold on let me get you a towel"
"Thanks" you murmur again in front of the door, this time inside though, waiting for him to return without moving so you don't make a mess.
"Jack. My name is Jack"
"(y/n)"
"Bathroom is down the hall if you need it"
"Thanks really, but I just need to make a phone call"
"Here. The least I can do after almost assaulting you" you dab at your hair to keep it from dripping, picking up his phone and dialling the one number you had memorised over time and which had earned you much teasing from your family.
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"I got you a shirt while I was at it" Jack had given you your privacy on the phone call, going to change having soaked himself a little. The call had been short-lived, your brother would arrive as soon as the storm faded, and in waiting for the host you had walked into his living room. There was a fireplace burning and your body had been drawn to it, seeking warmth after all that water had made you a piece of ice, hanging your jacket on a chair and pulling it closer to dry faster.
You didn't want to pry, your gaze had begun to wander on its own over the countless photos placed on the fireplace frame. Jack with his family, Jack with some boys, maybe his friends, with children. And yeah, reaching out to see the frame hidden by the others had been your idea.
"What happened?"
"Why do you have a photo of me on the chimney?" as usual you didn't think, you could have run off without saying anything and waited for your brother outside. It would have been better than getting killed by someone who is so obsessed to keep your picture instead of replacing it for the one he bought the frame for in the first place. You knew that job would bring you trouble sooner or later.
"Your what?" a flash of alarm passes through his eyes and there it is, you think, the way you're going to die. But the doorbell rings and suddenly you are relieved because your brother is there with you. Because it must be your brother, or you don't know what else to do.
"Wait a minute. It's not what you think" the boy rushes to the door, grateful for whoever it is but not so grateful that he didn't check before opening it after all.
"Oh Jack you're home. I saw the lights on in passing, thought I'd check to see if you were there"
"Megan this isn't a good time and we've already talked about it, you can't just come over whenever you want" but she pretends not to hear him going straight into the living room.
"Megan" Jack hurriedly goes after her trying to stop her but she is already in the room and more importantly she saw you.
"So it's true" this other stranger approaches you, "You"
"Have we met?" you are confused, disappointed at the face of another unknown person. All that could easily be a dream, it could make sense only that way.
"You have no chance with Jack. You're just a rebound he'll soon throw away" and you really aren't getting it, but her intimidating tone prompts you to react. You might as well have some fun.
"You're the previous one?"
"Excuse me? How dare you"
"What, you get to say whatever you want and I don't?" the grin on your face sends her over the edge, you can almost see the smoke coming out of her ears.
"You're a bitch! Jack will never love you like he loved me!" and then icing on the cake, you find yourself wet again because of her and a glass of water on the coffee table nearby.
Jack almost drags her away after that, while the chick still screams like a desperate woman in a vain attempt to make the guy feel sorry for her.
"Guess I'll take that shirt"
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"I'm sorry about what happened" you had taken some time to change your shirt, thinking whether it was better to stay there until your ride arrived or face everything else. When you'd come out, Jack's mortified face was the first thing you'd seen.
"Who was that?!"
"My ex"
"She knows the meaning of the word ex right?!" he chuckles, running a hand over his face, exhausted.
"If she didn't know before she does now" he mutters and you flash a smile before going to sit down on the couch next to him.
"Why did she believe I was your girlfriend?" he stays silent, shifting his body forward so you can't see his face properly and sighing. "For that photo" he admits.
"Oh right, you still owe me an answer"
"Listen, I had just bought the frame and that picture was already in it. I might have made her think that--that we were together. But only to get her off my back I swear"
"Crazy" and maybe if all that hadn't happened that night you wouldn't have even believed him, all so surreal.
"Yeah" your eyes meet for the first time since his confession, you give him a small reassuring smile. Certainly much lighter than a few moments ago.
"I thought you were going to kill me" you suddenly admit to lighten the mood, the boy at your side laughs surprised.
"What?"
"That's true! A shiver down my spine seeing my face there in that frame. Only my mother has one like that"
"I'm sorry. I never thought I'd meet you" he chuckles again.
Then a honk echoes through the air, a quick glance outside tells you that this time it really is your brother.
"Well I gotta go"
"Okay. It was nice meeting you" Jack lowers himself slightly to leave a kiss on your cheek.
"Bye fake boyfriend"
#jack grealish#jack grealish imagine#jack grealish imagines#jack grealish one shot#football imagine#football imagines
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Yeah my opinion on HW is very.. two sided. On the one hand YOU DONT BREAK UP A FOUND FAMILY HICCUP LOOKED AT TOOTHLESS AND SAW HIMSELF AND TOOTHLESS CHOSE TO FLY WITH HICCUP OR NOT AT ALL IM SHAKING YOU CLAWING AT THE WALLS CHEWING ON THE FURNITURE. On the other hand I watched a video that like,, kinda justified HW?? or like explained it at the very least as like staying together puts the dragons and vikings in continuous danger that theyd need to separate from each other to avoid 1/2 RAGE anon
[[Like there will always be Dragons and Hunters and HW Villain Whatshisface and there could thoretically always be Hiccups but how long would the cycle repeat until dragons are all dead or all safe?? like keeping the dragons on Berk isnt best for the dragons or the vikings and i get that!! but on the other hand arguing this would disregard all the implications of Found Family and dragons being more than just animals and HTTYD's Never Give Up On What You Believe message. 2/2 Rage anon
Surprise RAGE anon 3/2 BUT ALSO Ruff going from Badass Wonder Girl in RTTE to Lets Annoy This Man Into Letting Me Go (Great Idea!!) and Then LEAD HIM TO THE THINGS HE WANTS TO KILL (Bad Idea!!) was... uugh you were doing so well rtte came out before hw why didnt they add in her character development dreamworks whyyy. And dont even get me started on Tuff just suddenly not even caring about Ruff at all NOT IN MY FOUND AND IN THIS CASE BIRTH FAMILY BITCH]]
Honestly I never really agreed with that;; The big argument about HTTYD 3's ending is the whole "Well, all the dragons leaving is how the book ended" deal but like. It doesn't have to follow the book to the letter. It HASN'T been doing that, do you know how vastly different the film franchise is from the book series? If the first movie had started with "There were dragons when I was a boy" YEAH it would make sense if you had the trilogy end that way, because you'd already hinted at it. But they made no indication of that being the ending UNTIL the third film. And they could have chosen not to end it that way and people would probably have better opinions about the movie then.
If you spent two films building up the central theme that humans and dragons can and should coexist and have found true companions in each other, why would you suddenly decide to toss that out. If Hiccup spent two films protecting the dragons from harm why can't he continue to do that. Why did he give up. It's completely contradictory to his character, to the fundamentals of who Hiccup is as a person. Hiccup is stubborn. He's STUPIDLY stubborn and we've seen that over and over. And that stubbornness is usually what leads him to saving the day and coming up with some plan to keep everyone safe without having to run away. It's just frustrating 😔
And the concluding message of "We're going to wait until the world is safe and dragons can live among humans peacefully again" is really shallow bc how are you going to convince the world that dragons are good WITHOUT dragons. If they aren't there to set the example how are you going to sway people to the good side without any proof. Going off of that how is Hiccup going to change anybody's mind if he's sitting on an island in the middle of nowhere 'guarding the dragon's secret' or whatever bullshit lmao it's just so contradictory. Honestly that whole argument felt really rushed and not thought out well, like they needed some excuse and that was the best they could come up with. And honestly? The world is NEVER going to be completely safe, that's just not how the world works. There will always be danger and terrible awful people like Drago and Grimmel. But sitting on and island and hoping they might change their ways isn't going to do jack shit lmao you can't stop bad people from doing bad things by just twiddling your thumbs and praying for the world to be safe for dragons again. You gotta WORK for that, you need to put in the effort, and I just never got that impression from THW's ending. It really just felt like they were expecting all their problems to magically be fixed and I'm like BRO. You PROVED in the first two movies that you can do anything as long as you have your dragons. You can change the entire world view of an island, or a country, or the world if you put your mind to it. But I guess we're going to disregard all of that suddenly for no reason 🙃
And yeah YEAH I definitely agree with you on the whole found family thing. They seemed to forget all about that in THW too >:(
Don't get me started on how they ruined everyone's character development in 3 😭 They did Ruff dirty. AND Snotlout and Fishlegs and Tuff.
Anyway rant over LOL I'm glad that most people agree with me about THW! I know when it first came out people were getting angry defending it and I'm like no listen you gotta look past your nostalgia and love for the movies and criticize it properly. You cannot look me in the eyes and tell me that Toothless would choose a random female dragon over Hiccup. LIES and SLANDER
#Shima answers questions#HTTYD#HTTYD 3#How To Train Your Dragon#Long post#SORRY I WENT OFF A BIT LOL CAN YOU TELL I'M STILL SALTY ABOUT THIS MOVIE#It's been 4 years and I'm still angry. Surprise surprise
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I'M GLAD YOU AGREE WITH BILL. I LITERALLY SHIP HIM AND RYAN LIKE CRAZY
I mean, like,
Okay. So we know how Ryan is kinda some way about relationships. He's like "I like you but you're too much work but I'm not gonna tell you that because then you'll leave me and sometimes I want to leave you but I'm not gonna because then I'd be lonely and a loser so I'm not gonna tell you anything so you'll stay and I'll pretend to like you always in the best way I can even" about people and ends up an asshole most occasions. He's genuine multiple times but not enough and to not enough people in his self imposed rolodex and you can see that in the games and the book, and it's not just Diane or Cohen. He's like that with Sullivan, who I think he cares for, but because he can't understand Sullivan all of the time and wishes he would stop being Sullivan on some occasions, he ends up undermining and underestimating his judgement. And it hurts him when Sully dies, you know, or at least that's what I gather from the book; whether that's a blow to his pride that the rolodex is thinning out or because of actual genuine emotional attachment is up in the air, but the blow is a blow.
Bill is the same. Bill, maybe Greavy too before he died. Ryan likes Bill a hell of a lot more than almost everyone else. Bill's death is the same clinical detachment as all other deaths in the games with Ryan, but in the book, well. Karlosky says it best:
He didn't see Bill die, like he didn't with Sullivan, but this time it was voluntary. This is more than a blow to pride. Bill was like his safe space, in some instances. Like in the dinner scene at Kashmir at the start, when he isn't thinking about going off to Jasmine, he's wishing Bill were there at the table and is even elated when he gets called away, presuming Bill is already on top of the situation.
(also in this scene is the tidbit where Ryan laments on having already been married and "Never again," is his end to that narration, and nobody talks about that I am chewing through drywall—)
Bill is the closest thing Ryan has to a friend, which is still a long ass stretch. Ryan likes Bill, but Ryan is Ryan, and that is the entire tragedy on the matter. No matter how much he's gone and loved, gotten himself attached, genuinely feels for a person, pride comes first. Pride, not even Rapture, not even the ghosts he was running from from the outside world, he doesn't even care when he becomes the very monster that killed his aunt and uncle on that train platform and forced him and his father into hiding, if only under a different name, which is entirely too fitting. Bill, Diane, Greavy, Sullivan, Jasmine, and even Cohen, presumably, end up dying because Andrew Ryan is a man who does not buckle, does not compromise even when he should.
You would wonder if he were a different man, maybe the sort who would build a city under the ocean not to run from taxes, but from the biased and alienist regimes of the government above, who didn't value capitalism over humanity, who actually lived up to the whole "no gods, no kings" bit, if we could have had him and Bill in that office where Bill quietly admits to himself that Ryan is lovely when he's just sitting at his desk with his glasses lost in work, if he would have let go of Diane and didn't hang her on a string, if he listened to Sullivan about the plasmids and Fontaine and Culpeper.
But that is the tragedy of Rapture, and I'm a sucker for tragedies and alternate timelines where things are different and Ryan reads fairytales to Jack in his native tongue and tells him about the things he will never have to face ever so long as Ryan is alive as he falls asleep, whilst Bill watches from the door, reminiscing on how far they've come.
Or alternatively where he meets a stranded Robert House in 1933 and gets his ass handed to him by an apocalypse approved civil engineer and Rapture looks like an art deco reef instead of just New York on green filter.
Or he's a vessel for some kind of Cthulu and Bill has to handle that and Fontaine is freaking out because the feds didn't tell him this op has eldritch monsters peeking in from the windows and half of everyone is stuck here under Ryan's dead eyes being slowly fattened up to feed to some kind of monster lurking just under Persephone and who's like "alright yes you can have the plumber and all these others for yourselves pet, but remember you have to feed the slugs." and the little sisters once turned become his children. you know. usual shenanigans.
TLDR; yes, I love the lion and plumber ship because the lion is just a big awkward nervous housecat when the plumber walks in the room and the plumber is surprisingly territorial like wow Bill, chill, Cohen's like this with everyone, hold your wrenches—
#long ask answer#rose rambles#this went everywhere like#aaaand there goes time to do my homework whoops#we are failing this uni folks#at least we'll have BillRyan#but no seriously this was like one of the first ships i indulged in in this fandom#can you tell y'all break my heart#because you do and i'm like yes tears give me more#andrew ryan#bill mcdonagh#also fucking disconnected as fuck
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BEEEEEEEEEEE I just read the new chapter of through a glass divine!! I've been reading quietly for a while and I read the "original version" when you first posted it. this fic is definitely my favorite right now I can't stop thinking about it LOL but I just want to talk about the new chapter
I really want to know more about the deathling laws, since "choosing" how another deathling will die is a breach of it. to me it's really just a reminder of how tommy sees the good in everyone and wants to help people. he assumed that jack would understand, he assumed that jack would want to be helped, and there's obviously the part of him that loves jack as a friend and didn't want to see him die. it's just so painful, he was put in such an impossible situation that it makes me wonder how techno and phil let him go on runs at all. part of me believes that tommy would worm his way out anyway, but is there really no one else to do runs? no one older?
also tommy almost suffocated to death. again. I'm not sure how the timeline works but I have to assume that it hasn't been a crazy amount of time since the first incident. regardless of that though, sam didn't "enhance" his lungs at all. something something three strikes and you're out something something checkovs gun cough cough
jack "he tried to kill me" vs tommy "I tried to save him" is going to be CRAZYYYYY in the next few chapters. I'm very excited to see where you go with this <33
SNAIL!!! I had no clue you were reading glass divine but I'm so glad you're enjoying it so far!!
right now in my head, the Deathling laws aren't really a strict set of rules per se, but just some guiding points the Deathlings follow. one of the most important ones is that a Deathlings relationship with Lady Death is their own. no one else can define it for them, no one else can demand to know what another Deathlings relationship with Kristin is like unless the Deathling offers the information willingly. this also translates into 'death is a Deathling's personal choice'. while any kind of suicide is usually discouraged by the Deathlings because Kristin is supposed to be the one who decides when they die, they also operate under the logic that if a Deathling kills themself that's what Kristin already had planned for them (it's very hazy in a lot of areas because a lot of religious guidelines irl are not clear cut). and when it comes to situations like what Tommy and Jack were in, suicide could be seen as a valid option. if they had each made the choice themselves. but the thing was, again, Tommy decided that for Jack. He decided it was both his and Jack's time to meet Kristin, even though Jack was supposed to be the one to decide that for himself. does that make sense?
but yes, tommy was trying to help. he was terrified and acting on impulse, but he still took away a core part of their shared religious practice from jack.
also, technically yeah other people could go on runs. but even though he's young, tommy is also one of the most 'veteran' Deathlings in the temple besides Phil and Techno. he was one of the first to join this new group so he's been there the longest besides the leaders, even if he was only ~10ish at the time. of course he wasn't going out on runs at 10 years old, but he's had the most training and guidance from Phil and Techno and he started sneaking out to try and do runs on his own when he was about 15, so eventually they had to give in and let him go on runs so they could at least have someone with him.
it's flawed logic on Phil and Techno's end for sure, but as I'm sure most people know with my stories at this point, I don't write about people making the right choices. Phil and Techno know Tommy's young, but they also view him as one of the most experienced. that's why he's their best option for a runner. but now with this whole mess, the consequences of the things they've taught Tommy as he's grown up and the lifestyle they've put him into are starting to crop up.
oh also regarding Tommy's lungs, Sam said it was going to take him a while to get the supplies to upgrade Tommy's lungs. He fixed a few minor issues, but the upgrade hasn't happened yet because he's gotta build a whole new pair of lungs pretty much and that takes a long time.
again so glad to hear you're enjoying!!
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From Chapter 4 of Ignite your bones
Jack POV
“Oh, wait! I forgot!”
Jack crouches to unplug his laptop adapter, and stuff it into his backpack, already full of clothes and books and video games.
He hadn't been sure about leaving Cas and Dean to spend time at Jody's at first. He still doesn't like the idea of leaving them alone, something about it gnawing at the back of his mind. But after a long talk with Cas, about how everyone deals with grief differently, and Dean needs some quiet time to process, and how it would be good for Jody and the girls to have someone who knew Sam well to talk to, Jack finally agreed to go. A part of him is even excited about spending time with other hunters, and hanging out with Kaia, and getting to know everyone better.
“So you are leaving.”
Jack turns, seeing Dean standing in the doorway. He feels a jolt of anger at first, remembering how upset Cas had been last night, how he and Cas have been trying to help each other with the loss of Sam, and Dean just... hasn't.
But Dean stands there, looking like an invisible weight is dragging him towards the ground. And Jack remembers how he felt when he got his soul back, and the enormity of Mary's death, of being the one who killed her, settled over him for the first time.
All the anger drains out of him.
He tries to give Dean a reassuring smile. “Just for a few days.”
Dean can't seem to look at him.
Jack's heart sinks again.
“Jack reconsidered Kaia’s offer,” Cas is explaining. “And I thought it would be best if…”
Jack can feel how wrong everything is between the three of them. It reminds him of the electric charge that would run through the air just before a squad of angels landed, back in the Apocalypse World.
Dean nods, and says flatly, “Well, have fun kid.”
Jack smiles. He wonders if he isn't wrong to leave, if there really isn't anything he can do to fix things. To help in some way, any way.
He feels a touch on his arm, and turns to see Cas giving him an encouraging look. The one that lets him know that everything will be fine.
Jack hugs him.
“I’ll miss you,” he says.
“I’ll miss you too,” Cas replies. “But you’ll see. This will be good for you.”
When they part, Jack turns towards Dean.
He wonders if this would have been easier if Sam had been the one to live. Sam never gave Jack the wary looks that Dean does, never tried to pretend that Jack wasn't in the room. If Sam was alive, they'd be able to talk about their loss, and help each other. Jack misses him.
He remembers how weak with sorrow Cas had been when they thought Dean was dead, and pushes the thought aside.
He goes to Dean, and hugs him.
Dean doesn't hug him back.
“We love you,” Jack reminds him anyways.
Jack steps away, raises a hand in farewell, and flies out of the bunker.
#jack kline#spn#ask#paragonred#by mi#iyb#I bet if I come back and read this later there'll be half a dozen things I'll want to change#lol
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Chapter 3 theories
Well I can guess chapter 1 of the new arc to be before chapter 3 is set from the game. Can't wait for Kalim to master his magic with Riddle, Azul, Yuu, and Grimm being impress and even tell him that his unique magic isn't something bad and that water magic like this can be used in many ways which help Kalim be motivated but is stress out from the coming storm.
Epel will likely join the study group first years thanks to Jack inviting them and we got Ace being a bit awkward especially when he met Epel from the dorm ceremony. Yuu needed the most help which some of them help him. Realize ADeuce and Grimm wouldn't pass this year, they were taken by the mysterious employee to have a deal with Azul which they agree.
Jamil realize the tension given how the twins don't act their usually selves while Azul being more unhinged, he even tries to avoid Ruggie given their situation but knows Ruggie wouldn't reveal it due to his UM. But I think of Jamil planning on having his revenge on Azul and plans to find out who poison who.
Meanwhile Djiin is getting more shown than before knowing the end is near and figures to have fun.
Then cue chapter 3 where they got scammed which the rest of years facepalm and wonders why they spend time with the idiot trio. Cue Floyd chasing Ace as he blames him for this which the first years but sebek are confused.
Realized upon history repeats once more, they have another meeting on their discussion on Azul which reveals that the twins learned that Azul is acting strange towards him and how Azul knew they are in a group by Leona just not what the plan is which made them worried.
Ortho decided to join with the first years given not only Azul's blot is shown but also Jamil's blot getting more unhinged since the beginning of the fanfic. The first years are confuse why Ortho wanted to help but figures anyways.
Lilia, Leona, and Malleus learned that Ortho joins them which worries if he already suspect the blot and even warns Sebek without being discreet.
Leona and Ruggie will be more willingly to help than the last timeline but Ruggi has suspicious why Leona would be willingly to.
Same goes as planned in chapter 3 since I'm not sure about the rest but I figure Azul will give out an unhinged speech on people leaving him behind and that yelled at the twins for leaving him which the group realized that hiding this fact caused him like this. Azul might also revealed Jamil being Ruggie's accomplice and the one who made the poison which shocked everyone especially Kalim as he has go through all of this again.
Kalim is more frightened and scared to ask until Jamil reveals that he only did for him since he becomes distant and how he will do anything to leave Scalding Sands away from his family even if it means killing his father. This frightened everyone even the uneasily frightened ones like the twins and Leona. Then Djiin reveals and become more evil towards Azul that will caused an overblot.
After the overblot, Jamil kept running away from them but Ruggie came fast and punch him in the face as he continously punch for making his life more miserable. The twins and Sebek joining him for messing with the close ones which turned brutal about it that the headmaster steps up.
Yuu: Oh now he steps up when the overblot is done.
Once headmaster, he is gonna punish them by remaining in school. Which Jamil in Djiin mode smirks, the twins already planned on staying even without the Djiin, while Ruggie is shocked.
Once thus all over, the impending doom figure they should confess to Azul and Ruggie about everything and realized what they did made them feel guilty for making that unhinged plans in the first place and willingly to help.
Meanwhile the first years decided to stay since they need a time a break together. Jamil's reputation is now sour which not only from hatred but from fear.
And that's all, tell me if I am wrong or not.
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You got what I have planned for the first chapter right, but that’s about it. A few clarification, Jamil doesn’t remember giving Azul the poison. Leona isn’t going to be more cooperative, and no one is going to jump Jamil.
Ortho and Epel will appear more but they’re not going to join just yet. I can’t the Scooby gang at full capacity during that chapter or it’ll kill the plot.
Also sorry to say but Ruggie will be absent for most of Book 4. He’ll show up in the late chapters but not the beginning.
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Do you have some LJ Yan¡ HC by any chance? I love yandere stuff. So LJ + Yan = is just ♡♡♡
ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs
I was actually working on some yandere! L.J. hcs in my drafts lol,but sure!
L.J. actually makes one of my top favs in creepypastas, he makes me soft .w.
♫︎♫︎♫︎♫︎♫︎♫︎♫︎♫︎♫︎♫︎♫︎♫︎♫︎
TW: unhealthy behavior, abuse, 🤡, Light cussing, many more shit along the lines of that~
And enjoy this shitty writing <3
I'm going to separate his part in sections for different parts of his yandere traits ....if that makes sense?
Gender: I tried my best to keep it for all might have a few female regarding pronouns but it's meant for all genders <3
I got so triggered in the middle of making this cuz Tumblr didn't save so I lost 240 words 😐
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How you met
Before he became this horrid ,creepy ,unattractive, predator...he was your childhood best friend, although you thought it was peculiar that when you visited the circus with your parental figures he was always there, and when you were home he was always there as well, but you weren't complaining you had a new playmate besides you're annoying siblings (if you're character doesn't have siblings just pretend that part was never said).
Though your guardians found you're behavior strange that you were talking to thin air they never judged..after all you are a 5 year old. 5 year Olds have imaginary friends all the time! But...this one was very real.
Before, his colors were just so vibrant his hair a mixture of a pinkish red. His clothing was always brightly-colored, and the best part His mood was always so cheerful! You made a promise to him that you would always be his best friend no matter what.
As you grew older into a magnificent young adult your "best friend " stopped showing up...but thats what imaginary friends do.
What type of yandere
I see L.J. as a delusional, possessive, manipilative yandere.
He would prefer to stalk rather than kidnap right away just to see what he's dealing with. So, When you thought your "best friend" disappeared that wasn't the case he was just stalking you're ass. Night is usually his usual stalking time it's more quiet and no one is there just you in your room looking so beautiful..just you. L.J. literally watches you sleep from night to day. He thinks that you are just his little darling and that he needs to protect you at all costs.
Well most yanderes are possessive, But this creepy clown takes that possessiveness to a whole other level. If you have a significant other already they will be exterminated and nothing will link back to him I guarantee, so my condolences, Jack is just too possessive. If you were a little to close to someone or they flirted with you he'll kill, haunt that person until they commit suicide or enslave their soul for all eternity, as for you he'll give you nightmares about the carnival.
Very jealous much not thats kind of an understatement..Very envious there we go! It's not long until he murders your entire family and everyone you love, after all they were just so close to you, and we can't have anyone there to disturb or just love you in general they need to go. All you need is him forever.
Well here's one thing about L.J. he can gaslight and manipulate you for sure. So he finally kidnaps you...he keeps track of everything you say and will use it against you no matter what. Do not test his patience, even though he loves you he's not afraid to harm you...keep that in mind. He actually keeps you in his pocket dimension (the run down carnival) where you see souls wonder about all the time, and is actually terrifying but you'll get used to it I give it a year.
Punishments
His punishments are some what gruesome towards you but mostly to the persons you love.
So we know L.J. has claws and those claws are sharp..you can see where I am going lets say..ok to put a long story short he ties you to a chair (kinky) and kills your loved ones infront of your eyes.
Anyone who has been looking for you will suffer a terrible fate..what does that have to do with you? Well he'll guilt-trip you and blaming you for making him kill a person who was innocent, but of coursehe didn't feel anything killing them thats just one less person out of the picture.
If you were to really piss him off he would start to hurt you mentally and physically. Here's a thing he likes to do...remember when mentioned how his claws are sharp well this demon like clown uses those exact same claws to carve his name into your skin, he honestly just finds it so satisfying. Besides that, he'll call you profanities over and over again if you actually broke him.
Bi-polar mf-
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My first time writing L.J. so this might have been bad .,.
Don't kill me for my grammar errors please there unintentionally made so if it triggered you I apologize;_;.
If you have other characters you think I should write don't be afraid to ask me (or ask me random bullshit anything works tbh)
Anyways stay safe Darling 💜
-Yuri
#creepy#creepypasta#yande.re#yancore#yandere creepypasta#yandere#fiction#laughing jill#laughing jack#yandere laughing jack#headcanon#purple#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#creepypasta scenarios#yandere creepypasta scenarios#stalking
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Title: Serious Inquiries Only: PART 1
Pairing: dom! yoongi x reader ft. Hobi
Warnings: Implied Masturbation, crack, humor, flirting
Rating: 18 and over
Y/N:
“Fuck, fuck, god yes!” You shake your head at the sounds of your roommate, jacking off for the fifth time in an hour. You press the volume up on the television trying to drown him out when suddenly he emerges from his room. He is completely out of breath, sweaty, and half naked. His sweats hang shamelessly off his hips. “Did you forget you don’t live alone Hobi? My god!” You sneer. “Sorry Y/N. That last one was for a customer that likes yelling. I’m done for the day. 500 dollars richer! We should grab dinner, on me!” He beams at you, yanking a Gatorade from the fridge and chugging it. “I still can’t believe you have one of those stupid pages.” You roll your eyes. He swallows hard, walking over and plopping down on the couch. “You know Y/N, you’re gorgeous. You’d make a killing on the site.” You cackle at his suggestion. “I would never.” “Never say never. Some of the most elite people at this school are on that site whether watching or streaming content.
Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.” Hobi leans back, closing his eyes. “I’ll get my porn for free thanks.” “Ah, but it's so much more than that. It's an experience and sometimes it's not even about sex. I have a customer who loves when I read to her. I mean when’s the last time you even, well you know.” He makes a lewd jerking move with his hand and you laugh out loud. He waves you off, continuing to speak. “True story Y/N. Bedtime stories, it’s the sweetest thing.” “And tell me Hobi, how much do bedtime stories run a person?” “That’s not how this works you know. If you would just look at the site. Anyway, It’s a monthly subscription. If you want specific things, that’s where extra funds come into play and it's all at the discretion of the content creator. I could say no to the sex stuff, but I like it and it makes the most money but it's not a requirement. I mean honestly, have you ever even been on the site?” “No. I haven't, and I have no interest. What would your parents say?” You ask with a raised brow. “Ah! You’re too stuffy. You should subscribe! I have the perfect person for you if you’re ever interested.” “You're out of your mind if you think I would ever pay for something like that.” Hobi laughs, getting up from the couch and heading over to his room. “When you’re ready to lighten up, let me know. Serious Inquiries Only Y/N. Until then I’m going to take a nap.” “Whatever.” You whisper, mulling over the idea in your head. Hobi wasn’t completely wrong. It had been forever since you’d been with someone. You were hyper focused on school and now in your final semester of college maybe it was time to lighten up. “Serious Inquires Only.” You whisper to yourself, grabbing your cell phone and typing that name into your browser. A little glance couldn’t hurt could it? The site pops up immediately but you can’t browse any particular pages without a subscription. The subscription offers pop up and you scoff at the prices:
*$24.99 for one month
*$49.99 for three months
*$149.99 for one year
All subscriptions come with a 14-day money back guarantee cancellation policy.
You roll your eyes and close the window. “Fuck that.” You say to yourself. “You know what I changed my mind about the nap. Let’s just go eat. I’m starved!” Hobi emerges again to grab another Gatorade and then heads back to his room to get ready.
You step out of your room and roll your eyes at Hobi who gives you a wolf’s whistle. “Ready?” You ask, pulling on a black leather jacket over your white crop top sweater, admiring how your black skinny jeans hugging your hips nicely in the mirror of your lobby. “I think we should get steaks tonight. I’m feeling fancy.” Hobi states as you exit the building. “Sounds good. I’ll eat whatever you’re buying.” You say with a laugh. “Ah, ok,” Hobi says to his phone, “Yoongi will join us.” He smirks suggestively, throwing his hand out to hail a cab. “What? Why?” You whine. “He is hungry and I invited him.” “Hoseok! You know how nervous he makes me.” “Still have a crush on him huh?” Hobi smiles, a cab arriving. “No! He’s just brooding, quiet, judging!” “Oh wow! You’re a terrible liar. You know, we are in our last year of University, you should just tell him about this freshman crush and move on already.” “I don’t know why I bother speaking to you. I swear if you’ve told him I have a crush on him, I’ll strangle you.” Hobi laughs, slapping your thigh, as he shakes his head. “You are too wound up. He’s a great guy and friend. You’re the judgmental one Y/N. He actually thinks you’re really nice and cute.” “He said that?” Hobi nods assuredly. You hum to yourself, wondering what other things the two boys have discussed.
Yoongi:
“You’re late.” Yoongi grumbles, not moving his eyes away from his phone. Another Serious Inquiries Only subscriber has come in for his hand kink section. He smirks to himself. Easy money. This one wants him to open a gift box containing lingerie. “I am only 10 minutes late. There was traffic. How long were you actually waiting?” Hobi asks. Yoongi shrugs, looking over Y/N’s exposed tummy and tight jeans. Was she always this curvy? He licks his lips, shoving his phone in his pocket. “Y/N, you look really nice. How are you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.” Yoongi remarks. Her eyes widen and she tucks her hair behind her ear, fumbling over her words. “It hasn’t been that long. I’m good, you know. I mean, we’ve seen each other around or maybe you just don’t notice. I’m good anyway. How about you?” He smirks, enjoying her flushed face and nervous demeanor. He has always thought she was a gorgeous girl but tonight she looked different, tonight she looked like sin. What he wouldn’t give to grip her hips. “Uh, ok you two, pine over each other inside please. I’m starving.” Hobi cuts in, grabbing the door to the restaurant and entering. Yoongi catches the door to hold it open for Y/N.
At the table, Yoongi finds himself peaking over his menu at Y/N. She looks amazing, fresh faced, glowing even. “What are you getting?” Hobi nudges her with his elbow. “I’m thinking lamb.” “Good choice.” Yoongi states calmly. She looks over at him and gives a small smile. “What are you getting?” She asks Yoongi. “Surf and turf.” He drops his menu, feeling his phone vibrate. He maintains eye contact with Y/N, reveling in the flush of her cheeks. He swears she’s in heat, he can almost smell her. He winks to test this theory, releasing a small laugh as she clears her throat and rubs her thighs together under the table.
Looking over his phone, he smiles as he sees another subscriber join his Serious Inquiries Only page. This one joins his ASMR section, requesting he whisper sweet nothings to her. He chuckles, looking up at Y/N’s furrowed brows. He licks his lips, shoving his phone in his pocket again. “So, Hobi, what are we celebrating?” Yoongi leans back, looking at his best friend. “He made extra cash on that ridiculous website.” Y/N interjects. “She's a prude.” Hobi scoffs. “I'm not, I just feel like you can get porn for free.” “What's your favorite type of porn?” Yoongi can't help but ask. “Excuse me?” Her brows furrow. “Well, it seems like you’re yucking someone else's yum. So, I'm intrigued as to what you find acceptable.” “I'm not yucking anything, all I'm saying is it's not for me.” Hobi cuts in, “OK, ok, let's not get into a debate at the table.” “Not everyone seeks or sells sex on that site anyhow. You should educate yourself before you shoot it down.” “Wow, asshole much? I guess you're on that site seeing as how defensive you are. Sorry if I don't want to pay 150 dollars to watch some guy shoot his load on his chest.” “So, you have looked at the site?” Hobi gives a curt smile. Yoongi laughs as Y/N squirms. “And it seems as if she was in search of some guy shooting his load on his chest.” Yoongi adds, causing Hobi to laugh loudly. “Fuck you both.” “I'm sure as you know, that cost extra.” Yoongi says with ample sarcasm. Y/N sucks her teeth, huffing off to the bathroom.
Hobi laughs and laughs, releasing a sigh as he comes down. “Leave her alone Yoongi. She's just not getting any.” “Fuck Hoseok, why haven't you planned a dinner like this sooner? I'll give that girl anything she wants. She's a fucking Goddess.” Yoongi looks over towards the bathroom as he speaks. “Is that on the record or off?” Hobi asks, waving over a waiter. “Off, besides, she doesn't like me like that.” Hobi just smiles at Yoongi. “What?” Yoongi grumbles. “What can I get you gentlemen?” The waiter asks. “I will have the filet mignon, medium rare. My friend who is in the restroom will have the lamb chops, also medium rare, and surf and turf for the gentlemen to my left.” “Medium rare as well?” Yoongi nods at the waiter, handing over his menu. “Spill it Hobi.” “No can do.”
Y/N:
You take a few deep breaths at the sink, trying to calm yourself. You’re not a prude, granted it's been a while since you’ve been with someone and sure you were a bit of a homebody but that didn’t make you a prude…. did it? You splash cold water on your face, looking at yourself in the mirror. You should’ve put on some makeup. Yoongi was looking hot tonight and here you were looking drab and fresh faced. Why did he make you so nervous? He was always so confident and the way he kept looking at you had you hot to say the least. You needed to just get your head right. It was one dinner and you were home free, back to ignoring each other.
You emerge from the restroom and head back to the table. “I ordered your lamb chops.” Hobi informs you. “Thanks.” You say, resting your chin on your hand, trying desperately to avoid Yoongi’s demanding eye contact. “So, Hobi tells me that you and I will be taking a couple of courses together this semester.” Yoongi states. “Oh, I hadn’t realized.” You say, still avoiding eye contact. “I look forward to seeing you every day.” You laugh out loud at his confession. “Is that so?” “Yeah definitely. I love a woman in uniform.” He mumbles. Your head snaps almost on its own and you nearly melt away watching Yoongi lick his lips. Is he flirting or just messing with me? You weren’t sure but lord you felt it right in your pussy. “Ah, yes, food is here!” Hobi proclaims, the waiter placing plates in front of each of you.
You all begin to dig in, savoring your meals. “Mm, so good, Y/N, let me try the lamb.” Hobi says between chews. You nod, cutting him a slice of lamb. He grabs it with his fork and pops it in his mouth. He hums in delight. “Yoongi! You have to try it. Phenomenal.” Yoongi chuckles softly, chewing his food. “You want to.” You point at your lamb with your fork. He gives you a sly smile that causes you to swallow hard. He nods and you cut him a piece. You look up to find him leaning in with his mouth open. Your mouth falls open and you feel your face flush. “Ah.” Is all he says. You grab your fork, catching the cut piece of lamb and bring it to his mouth. He slowly brings his tongue out, touching the tip of the lamb with it, before wrapping his lips around your fork. You moan just a bit at the sight, feeling your slick move past your slit. “Amazing.” He whispers, never breaking eye contact with you. You nod. “Told you! So good. What a great idea to come here tonight. Go me!” Hobi praises himself while you and Yoongi maintain your locked eyes.
Hobi pays for dinner, refusing Yoongi and your advances to even leave the tip. “It's my treat you two besides, Yoongi’s got next.” He winks. You raise a brow but just shake your head. You all leave the place together. “Yoongi, you should come to our place for a night cap.” Hobi offers. “Ah, I would but I have a bunch of shit to do tonight. Maybe next time. Y/N, so good to see you. We’ll catch up in class yeah?” “Yeah.” You smile. He nods, giving Hobi a handshake and walking off. “Holy fuck! Was he flirting with me all night or was I going crazy?” You turn to Hobi, who sticks his hand out for a cab. Hobi shrugs. “I didn’t notice anything strange.” “Well did he say anything about me while I was in the bathroom?” Hobi smiles wide now. “So, is this an admission that you have a crush?” You suck your teeth. “Forget it Hobi.” “Forgotten Y/N.”
Yoongi:
Yoongi stretches his body wide at his computer, leaning in to review his newest member’s request. He had never wanted to get into the Serious Inquiries Only game but when he saw the extra money it made Hobi on the side he signed up with no complaints. He was very organized though and set very specific rules. First, he never offered sexual favors in exchange for money. It wasn’t that he was against it, he just didn’t have the time to delve into that line of work. He always saw how exhausted Hobi was after just one night of requests and with school and his part time job, he couldn’t commit. Second, he never used his real name nor showed his face. He wanted to keep his anonymity intact. Hobi was cool being recognized around campus, Yoongi wasn’t. He loved being an enigma or flat out ignored because people thought he was cold. He didn’t want that to change. Lastly, he was strict about what he provided. He only offered hand kink and ASMR on his page. At first, he was unsure of how people would respond to it, but it was an instant hit, his subscribers grew by the day. His videos ranged from gripping his bed sheets, to unwrapping silk ribbons, to whispering or scratching in his microphone. For Christmas this past year, he blessed his followers with an ASMR of him moaning. The video was such a hit, he gained 40 followers in an hour from word of mouth alone. After his first year with ‘SIO’, he began offering his yearly subscribers an exclusive gift, a personal video of their choice from either of his categories. He was a success to say the least, earning a sweet living off this side hustle. The only reason he didn’t leave his part time job was because he didn’t know how to explain the extra money to his mother when she visited him. Not to mention, he rather enjoyed teaching kids the piano.
So, here he was at his computer desk, after having gone out and buying black laced lingerie and making sure they wrapped it pretty. He began to set up his camera to shoot his new subscriber her personal hand kink video. He smirked to himself as he slowly undid the black ribbon from around the package, making sure to twirl the soft material around his long slender fingers. He let the ribbon fall to the sides of the package, running his now stretched fingers along the front of the package, smiling again at how his veins bulged out of his hands. He soon tucked his index finger under the lid of the box, sliding his hand down and lifting the lid up to reveal the red tissue paper inside. He gently rubbed the pads of his fingers atop the dressing before gripping it hard into his fist, curling the delicate paper into a ball, and discarding it to the side. He again rubs his fingertips over the contents in the box, this time it’s the Italian lace lingerie he purchased. He licked his lips, even though the camera couldn’t see him do it. He purchased it with Y/N in mind. Imagining how the gorgeous lace would hug her hips perfectly. He pulled out first the thong, allowing it to hang from his middle fingers, then stretching the fabric out to show the detail. He then grabs the bralette, twirling the straps around his index fingers and sliding his thumbs under the back straps to showcase its detailed hand stitching. He next pulls out the garter belt, resting it atop the bralette and thong, he holds it down with one hand, yanking at the clasp and releasing so it snaps back. He places the items back in the box, running both hands down the fabric again, before bringing his hand up and shutting the camera off. He releases a sigh, setting up his microphone now for his next subscribers request, when he decides to make a phone call. “Hey Hobi, what’s your address?” He chuckles at Hobi questioning him. “Just send it in a text. I want to send something to Y/N, anonymously of course.” He smirks at Hobi’s protest. “Just send the address Hoseok, I’ll address it from a secret admirer.” He hangs up without another word, clearing his throat before he begins to record, he always liked to deepen his voice when he records, always sure to keep things anonymous.
Y/N:
First day of classes consisted of nothing more than getting acquainted with classroom locations and professors. This semester you had opted to do more classes online only taking three courses in person. Psych, Critical Writing, and Literature because you felt like you needed a professor to really drill these lessons into your head. “Hobi, I’m leaving, I’ll see you later!” You shout before heading out. You didn’t wait for a reply, running out to catch a cab to campus, too lazy to walk. The school was strict about wearing their uniforms which you hated because they were still stuck in their old ways and you were stuck in a plaid skirt and knee highs. You got to campus with enough time to grab a coffee. “May I have an iced americano please?” You tell the cute barista behind the counter, digging for cash. “Make that two.” Yoongi appears from behind you, handing money to the barista before you can and looking you over. “Nice knee highs.” He smirks. You roll your eyes at him. “Thanks for the coffee.” “Sure. Where are you headed?” “Class.” “Obviously. Where?” “Main building. I’m only taking three on campus. You?” “Two in person. The rest online. I think I’m going to pick up some more shifts at my part time gig. I need to lighten the load you know?” You nod at him. “Wanna grab dinner with me sometime?” He asks next. Your eyes pop open. “Me?” “Uh, yeah, definitely not talking to the plant behind you.” “Um, I don’t know. What would we talk about?” Yoongi shrugs. “Life, school, kinks. Whatever you’re into.” He licks his lips. You feel your cheeks flush under his gaze. “Yeah, I um, don’t know about that. I mean what’s with the sudden interest in me?” “Who said it was sudden?” “ICED AMERICANOS UP.” The barista calls out. You move past Yoongi and grab your drink. “I have to go. Thanks for the coffee again. I’ll see you around.” “You sure will, maybe even sooner than you think.” You scoff, walking out of the café.
You hurry towards the main building and into your first class taking a seat quickly. “You’re really quick you know that.” You hear from behind you, turning to find Yoongi taking a seat next to you. “Why are you here?” Yoongi pulls out his phone, flashing you his schedule. “Psych and Critical Writing are my two in person classes.” He tucks his phone away, chuckling at your shocked expression. “I’m going to kill Hobi.” You say finally. “Aw, come on. Don’t blame Hobi. I’m hard to resist. You’ll find out soon enough.” You laugh out loud. “You must not hear this a lot but I am not interested in you.” Yoongi smiles, turning towards you and leaning in. He whispers closely, his breath causing your hair to tickle at your ear. “Oh, my sweet Goddess, it turns me on when you lie. I am just dying inside to find out all the secrets you keep locked away. Just know, you don’t have to hide anything from me. I’ll never judge you; I just want to make all your filthy dreams come true.” You shudder slightly, swallowing hard. “I, you.” “Shh, don’t say anything. I’m ok pretending we don’t like each other a little longer. I’m incredibly patient.” “Good morning class.” You professor walks in but you can’t break away from Yoongi’s stare. “I am putting out the itinerary for the class and on it is listed all of your due dates for assignments. You can email me any questions you have but we will meet here in person on due dates only. Welcome to big kid Psych. Enjoy your day.” Everyone, including the professor, begin to leave. You and Yoongi however are still seated, staring at each other. “I have to go.” You mutter. Yoongi smirks. “Want company? I mean we are headed the same way after all.” You shake your head at first but eventually start nodding. Yoongi nods, putting his hand out for you to take. You place your hand in his and practically melt as he runs his thumb over your knuckles.
Yoongi:
Yoongi watches as her hips sway side to side, biting his lip. He just can’t help himself; she really is a Goddess in his eyes. He had always had a crush on her but she was always so consumed by school work and the one time she was out and about she dated some piece of shit tattoo artist that dropped out in year 2. Y/N looks back at him suddenly and he quickly lifts his gaze to meet hers. “Why critical writing?” Y/N asks. “It’s a requirement for graduation.” “Not because Hobi gave you my schedule.” Yoongi smiles wide at her. “No. I mean it’s a plus but I really needed to fulfill the requirement to graduate, same as you.” Y/N nods at Yoongi. You both enter the classroom and take your seats. “Where do you work? You mentioned a part time gig.” “At the rec center. I teach kids piano.” “Really? That’s awesome. Not what I was expecting at all.” She laughs, causing Yoongi to smile also, basking in her beauty. “Sorry I’m not some jerk of a tattoo artist.” Yoongi scoffs, looking over at her, realizing he’s fucked up by the expression on her face. “Well, he may have been a jerk in the end but he wasn’t always that way and his work was great.” She huffs. “I didn’t mean to imply his job was…” “Forget it. What do you know anyhow Mr. Serious Inquiries Only?” She snaps. Yoongi sucks his teeth. “I deserve that but I don’t get the reference seeing as how I never said I was on that site. So, I don’t know why you give me shit about it.” She cackles. “Give me a break. Your fancy bracelet and earrings. How about your designer clothes? You mean to tell me that you get that on some shit part time piano gig? But hey what do I know right? Maybe mommy and daddy pay for it like everyone else at this school.” “You mean like you? What do you do for work again?” Yoongi snaps, tired of the uppity bullshit.
“None of your fucking business.” She huffs, standing and moving her seat to a row ahead of Yoongi. He rolls his eyes at her ridiculous behavior. “You’re lucky I don’t take you over my knee.” He whispers to himself with a deep sigh. “Good morning class. Please come up and grab your guide for your end of the semester assignment. You will need a partner so please choose wisely. In addition, I will be giving weekly prompts for you to complete and submit to me via email. Any questions? No? Great! Have a great day.” Yoongi moves forward to grab the assignment. “Wanna team up?” He asks Y/N. “I’d rather drink acid.” She turns and walks away. “Come on. You want an A or not?” Yoongi says. She growls a bit. “Fine.” “I need your number.” “Uh, no.” “How are we going to do this then?” “Call Hobi.” She shouts, leaving the classroom. “Fuck.” Yoongi whispers, fearing he’s ruined his shot with her.
Y/N:
You burst through your apartment, throwing your bag onto the couch. Hobi jumps up and looks at you in fear. “Bad day? How? It’s just day one Y/N.” “Yoongi is a complete asshole. First, he tries to flirt with me, then he insults my relationship with Trevor, then he forces me to be his partner in our Critical Writing class. I hate him Hobi. I fucking hate him! Not to mention all my in-person classes are basically online because the professors are all assholes as well!” You shout, popping open a beer from the fridge and chugging it. Looking down at the counter, you notice a package with your name on it. “What’s this?” You look at Hobi angrily. “Uh, a gift but you know maybe you shouldn’t open it now.” He stutters. You yank the card off of it and open it. ‘These were handpicked for the most gorgeous prude I ever laid eyes on. Xo Your Secret Admirer.’ “This is a joke, right? You’re not fucking funny Hobi.” You rip the box open and your mouth drops at the Italian Laced lingerie inside. “No, Y/N, I didn’t…. this wasn’t me.” “Oh, so who was it then?” He looks at you with sheer panic strewn across his face. “You and your friend are both on my shit list.” You point at him, snatching the box and walking over to your room. “Wait, Y/N, I really didn’t buy that. Please let me explain.” You slam the door in his face, not feeling in the mood to entertain this further.
You look over the items in the box one by one, thinking back to the last time you wore lingerie. You shrug and decide to try it on. You look at yourself in the mirror snapping at the strap of the garter belt, and sucking in a breath as it stings your skin. You glide your hands up your thighs, belly, and cup your full breast, admiring how your nipple rings glint in the light through the fabric. You think back on your relationship with Trevor, he was the one who pierced your nipples. You smile at all the crazy antics the two of you found yourselves in. He enjoyed your wild side but took advantage of it at the same time. It was something that you regretted allowing him the chance to do. After you found out he was sleeping with girls from the tattoo shop he worked in, you broke up with him immediately, throwing all your time and energy into school, forever packing away that side of yourself. It wasn’t until your feelings for Yoongi sprouted that those feelings began to stir again and your wild side came scratching to the surface for freedom. You were just too afraid to free that side of yourself, afraid of being hurt again, taken advantage of. In allowing that fear to take over you though, had you truly become a prude? Perhaps it was time to unleash that side of yourself once more, find a balance. You stood tall, proud, turning and walking into the living room. “Hoseok,” You say with confidence, watching his eyes scan your body wildly, “You said when I was interested in your little website that you had the perfect person for me. Well, I’m interested.” Hobi couldn’t speak, he just nodded slowly. “Great. Whenever you get the chance.” You nod, and turn back to your room, making sure to wiggle your exposed ass with enthusiasm for good measure.
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Drabble prompt time! You like an angry Davey, yeah? Maybe something in the same vein as your latest AU, before Davey's gotten into drugs. Perhaps Davey gets pissed off when he realizes Jack is using, and in the subsequent fight, Jack ends up talking him into trying something for the first time?
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS AHHHH
okay so i kinda changed this a little bit, just because David kind of already knows about Jack's thing with drugs (not everything tho!) before they get together- but i hope this is still enjoyable!!
tw: drugs (obviously), arguments, contradictory language (?)
drabble under the cut!!
“No, Jack, I-- I don’t care about the weed, or the alcohol! That’s fine! But--”
David rubs his face, letting out a loud groan. He’s nearly shaking at this point, he’s so angry; class is over, and David decided to surprise Jack at his dorm. He knew Jack’s roommate was in a lab, so David was confident he wouldn’t be interrupting any studying or personal time or anything like that.
But David wasn’t expecting to walk in and see Jack snorting a line of coke right off of his Foundations of Art and Design textbook.
“Davey, baby, it’s fine,” Jack tries to reason with him. Jack is standing now, looking entirely too calm to be talking about this; he doesn’t seem to understand that this is a big deal. This is something Jack could get in serious trouble for- which, okay, that's a bit obvious. Of course he could.
"Are you kidding me?" David asks, voice loud and tight. "This- This is /not/ fine! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"David--"
"No, Jack, I-- This is- This is too much. I can't…" David trails off, trying to find the words, but he rubs his eyes and takes in a shaky breath before saying, "I can't deal with this right now. I'm leaving."
"David, what the fuck?" Jack takes a step forward, gently grabbing David’s wrist, and David roughly rips his hand away, turning with wide eyes.
"No! You don’t get to just /say/ that, Jack!" David yells, shaking his head. "This isn't okay! You know that, right?!"
Jack rolls his eyes. "It isn’t even- It's not even strong, baby, I'm fine, just--"
"It's cocaine! It could /kill/ you!"
"Well, it hasn't yet!"
David gapes at Jack, completely at a loss for words. His mind races; he can see Jack's hand is shaking, though whether it's from nerves or from a newfound burst of energy, he's not sure, but one thing is for certain: Jack looks like a new person. When David left last night, Jack was tired and sleepy and soft and vulnerable, but now he looks like he's about to tear out of his skin, or run a marathon, or- or /something/.
Distantly, David wonders what it would feel like. Good, probably, and-- No. No, David shakes himself out of it and lets out a frustrated yell. "Call me when you're fucking sober. I can't believe you right now," David mutters as he turns and stomps toward the door, slamming it shut when he's finally in the hallway.
He walks back to his dorm room, completely list in his thoughts over how upset he is at Jack.
Or, rather… how upset he is at /himself/ for not being more upset with Jack.
David shouldn't be curious like this.
It's fine, though, because he's not going to do anything, and because once Jack is sober, he's going to break it off, because this isn't okay. It's not okay.
But it's hard for David to think about anything else the entire night after that- but only because this isn't okay, despite what he tries telling himself.
It's not okay.
***
"God, baby, you are so fuckin' hot," Jack whispers in his ear, hot and close, and David shivers with the sensation of it.
David nods as he takes a breath and just barely swipes the underside of his nose with his thumb. He then laughs- an uncontrollable little sound, high and soft- as he leans back away from the table and into Jack’s strong embrace. "I know," He whispers back, and laughs again.
He laughs, because it's funny. He laughs, because he's happy, and because Jack is laughing too. He laughs, because his body feels electric and he has too much energy for himself and everything is blending together again and his heart is beating out of his chest but it feels so good this time and it's okay and it's fine and everything is perfect.
David tilts his head up and captures Jack's lips in a searing kiss, his hands finding purchase in Jack's curls, and he swings over to sit in his lap. "Love you so much," David mumbles against Jack’s lips, and gasps as Jack trails kisses down his jaw, down his neck, nipping just above his rapidly-fluttering pulse point.
It's hard to believe that just a few short months ago, he was on the verge of breaking up with Jack over something as good as this- getting high, really high- and David regrets it, he really does, because this… this is everything he's wanted. Everything he's missed out on.
Everything he's ever needed.
It's okay.
#newsies#jack kelly#davey jacobs#david jacobs#right person wrong time au#wsttlt au#jac writes#ask a jac !#javid#javey
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A3! Event: Trump the Phantom Thief Episode 8 Translation
Play time! A heads up on the characters' names:
Muku: King
Yuki: Q
Kazunari: Ace
Juza: Jack
Banri: Fox
Sakyo: Club
Saionji: Muku-kun, how are you doing? Are you getting seasick?
Muku: I'm doing alright, thank you. Oh, and the room is so beautiful.
Saionji: I am glad it is to your liking. We purposely built the suite rooms in a place where you can't feel the ship's motion.
I am planning to take every possible measure for the theater venue as well, though do not hesitate to let me know if you are unsatisfied with anything.
Muku: I will. Thank you.
Kazunari: Dude, not only the suite rooms are superbs, but to think we also get a whole staff to ourselves…! We can even get the beverages here as many times we like!
Yuki: True. The service is just so good it surprised me.
Sakyo: Don't get too engrossed in these service or you'll be havin' a hard time once we return to Mankai Company.
Izumi: You have a point…
Banri: I don't wanna go back.
Juza: ...I'm thirsty.
Muku: Wanna get some beverages in our rooms?
Juza: No, it's fine. Our rooms are far from here.
Azami: There's a lot of vending machines there. I think they have your favorite strawberry milk.
Juza: I'll go get it.
Muku: …
Izumi: (Today is finally our opening show. I knew it. They all seem pretty nervous because we're going to perform in a different venue.)
Juza: …
Izumi: (Juza-kun looks stiff.)
Kazunari: OK, guys! We've gotta form a circle in times like this!
Banri: Be more specific. What d'you mean by "in times like this"?
Yuki: Bet you already thought of what kind of circle you wanna do.
Kazunari: Righty right! Since our play is about phantom thieves, we all should strike a phantom thief pose!
Sakyo: The heck is that?
Kazunari: No complaining! Just follow me!
Yuki: Fine. Fine.
Juza: ...Muku, do the chant.
Muku: First things first, I'm sorry for causing you guys troubles when I was at a loss of what to do.
I don't want to give up on all the things I want to do. I've decided to do everything I can in all of them.
I'll run through until the end. Follow me, guys!
Juza: Yeah!
Kazunari: Okie!
Banri: Yea.
Q: "It's as musty as always."
Ace: "Clean it up."
Q: "How about you do it?"
Ace: "No way. Geez. This place used to be clean, wonder what happened to it."
Q: "That's because we had a clean-freak before."
Ace: "Okay. Leader, you do the cleaning."
King: "I think it's pretty clean, though."
Q: "Seriously?"
Ace: "Should've known a messy room owner like Leader would say something like that."
Q: "Anyway. Since this is the first time we gathered here after a year, that means you've already set our next target, right? Let's cut to the chase already."
King: "Our next target will be "Mermaid's Tears", a 12-carat diamond."
"It's going to be sold during an auction held at the Royal Star cruise. It's one of the event's highlights and expected to sell for 6 billion."
Ace: "Woo-hoo."
Q: "Heh. Interesting."
King: "Royal Star is currently hiring staff. Q."
Q: "Got it. That means I have to sneak in as one of their staff members, right?"
King: "Ace, get close to the ship's captain and collect information."
Ace: "Roger."
Izumi: (I expect no less from Summer Troupe. They have great teamwork. I can totally feel it.)
(Not to mention Muku-kun's King is able to unite them as a leader.)
Q: "I'm in charge of the rooms in Block A… Laundry and… Ugh. What a hassle."
"This isn't my job in the first place, after all. If that person were here--."
Crew Member: "Are you new here? You seem lost."
Q: "Yes. I don't think I can get out of this place if I lose the map."
Crew Member: "You can ask anyone if there's anything you don't understand."
Q: "Thank you."
"?"
Crew Member: "What's wrong?"
Q: "I think I saw someone over there--."
Crew Member: "But there's only a garbage can over there. Is it a ghost or something?"
Q: "Hey. Stop. I don't like it."
"Hm? A letter?"
"Could this be--I have to report to King."
King: "I'll take the Mermaid's Tears--Jack."
Ace: "Can't believe he's aiming for the same thing."
Q: "Him and King sure are compatible in a strange way."
Ace: "Even though their personalities are the exact opposite of each other."
Q: "What are we going to do now?"
Ace: "Guess we're gonna have a change of pla--."
King: "We'll continue the operation."
Q: "Come again!?"
Ace: "So you mean we're gonna compete with Jack?"
King: "I will not send out this notice. Let's call it a direct confrontation between Trump and Jack."
Q: "Whaaaat!?"
Jack: "Weird. The cops aren't on the move."
"Hm? Where's my noti--."
"It's been a while. How about a reunion? At The Mermaid's Tears' chamber. Trump."
"King, huh… It's just so like him to do something like this. Fine. Let's have a showdown."
Fox: "Here. I got what you wanted, the Royal Star's blueprint."
King: "It is indeed the blueprint."
Fox: "I got you some addition as well. This one is a lil bit pricey."
King: "Figured as much."
Fox: "What are you going to do with this information, though?"
King: "It's prohibited to poke your nose into your client's private life."
Fox: "Oops. My bad. I was curious since you rarely asked for something like this. Oh, yeah. Your master said he wanted to see you."
King: "Club? I wonder why. I'll try contacting him."
Club: "I'm comin' in."
Fox: "Speak of the devil."
King: "Long time no see."
Club: "Perfect timing. Are you free now?"
***
Club: "I'm goin' to retire soon. Take whatever you need."
King: "Retire? Are you serious?"
Club: "My body is startin' to fall apart. It's an age thing. Tell this to Ja--Oh, right. I heard you two broke up."
King: "You made it sound like we're dating. Please don't do that. He just decided to quit my group on his own."
Club: "Y'all never change. Here I thought you'd keep workin' together. That's what you call youth, I guess."
King: "To be honest with you, I'd also never thought he would betray me."
Club: "Looking at that guy, I think he's in his rebellious phase rather than betrayal."
King: "Rebellious phase?"
Club: "He's got some strong sense of rivalry, y'know? Add that with the fact that he's never won against you."
"He must be jealous of you. You're a genius, while he can only do things in a crude way."
King: "Really? I like his way of doing things, though."
Club: "That's exactly why you're hated. Oh, well. You better make up before I die."
King: "Please tell that to him too. You're going to meet him after this anyway, right?"
Club: "You're right. Guess I'm also gonna tell him directly. Both of you are my most excellent apprentices, after all."
King: "Please take this as my present for your retirement. This one is 40 years old."
Club: "You sure are well prepared."
King: "I was actually planning to use it for the celebration party, though."
"--Oh, right. If you're going to retire, please give me that. You know, the 'Venus Ring'."
Club: "I refuse."
***
Fox: "Welcome. Man, I guess we've got a lot of 'speak of the devil' moment today."
Jack: "What are you saying?"
Fox: "Nope. Forget it. Anyway, this is your requested uniform and safe."
Jack: "Thanks."
Fox: "Oh, yea. Your master said he wanted to see you. Why don't you give him a call?"
***
Jack: "Long time no see."
Club: "Hey. Is it just me or did you lose some weight?"
Jack: "What do you want to talk about?"
Club: "I'm gonna retire soon. Take whatever you need."
Jack: "Whatever you need, huh. By the way, the 'Venus Ring'..."
Club: "Y'all really have the same taste. I ain't gonna give it out. I sent it to the right place."
Jack: "By y'all… Do you mean King?"
Club: "You should just go back and regroup with him."
Jack: "I'll never go back until I win against him."
Club: "What a pig-headed kid. So? You see any chance to accomplish that?"
Jack: "I have a feeling we're finally going to settle this soon."
Club: "Heh. You seem confident."
Jack: "Because I've made arrangements ahead of time."
Club: "That's so you. You still look as gloomy as ever, though. Why don't you go soaking up the sun in some warm places in the south once in a while?"
Jack: "No--But you have a point. Maybe I'll do that once this is over."
Club: "Do that. And make up with King."
Jack: "...It depends on him."
Guard A: "Wait there."
Guard B: "This place is restricted to authorized personnel."
***
Q: "'Mermaid's Tears' has been carried away."
King: "Got it. Looks like they put it at the expected place."
Q: "How about the security? Can you unlock it?"
King: "I've already made preparation for that. We just need to see how things will turn out."
Ace: "Hey, wait a sec. Please, King."
King: "Find out the schedule for the guards' lookout."
Q: "Ugh. What a pain. Why do I have to do this…"
***
Q: "The guard will change at 1 P.M. The key will only be handed over when a substitute comes."
King: "So we need that key and the password that the captain has to unlock the door."
Q: "Ace, gain some time for us."
Ace: "Roger. Leave it to me."
Q: "Don't screw up."
***
Ace: "Hey, good work."
Guard A: "You're here sooner than I thought."
Ace: "Boss said my shift would start 30 minutes earlier since I'm always late, you see. Today I got here on time, though."
"Oh. Don't tell me you're gonna get scolded if you end your shift early? Wanna have some chat for thirty minutes then? Man, being a guard sure is easy."
"I actually want to increase my shift more, you know. But I don't reall--."
Guard A: "No, it's fine. I'll end my shift now. Bye."
Ace: "Oh. Okay, then. Bye."
***
Ace: "Mission complete. It's your turn now, King."
King: "Let's see, now. This is unexpectedy such a hassle~."
Ace: "I'm glad you seem to be having fun but please hurry up."
***
Q: "It's almost been thirty minutes."
King: "Just a little bit more…"
Q: "The guard is coming."
King: "I'm counting on you, Ace."
***
Ace: "Hey.."
Guard B: "Hm?"
Ace: "Ouch ouch ouch…"
Guard B: "What's wrong?"
Ace: "Oh, are you the substitute? Thank God. I'm starting to panic since my stomach is killing me. Good bye!"
Guard B: "Hey, wait, the key--."
Ace: "Key? Oh, right. I've gotta hand it ove--ouch ouch ouch."
Guard B: "Hey, you okay?"
Ace: "Wait a minute. Just until I calm down. Ouch ouch ouch…"
Guard B: "F-For now, just go to the toilet first."
Ace: "Don't think that's possible. I feel like it's gonna come out once I move."
Guard B: "Whaaat!?"
Ace: "Do you have some medicine or anything?"
Guard B: "No, sorry…"
Ace: "Can you bring me one from the infirmary? I'm on the edge here."
Guard B: "O-Okay! Wait a little bit!"
Ace: "King, you better open it now."
***
King: "...Weird. We may not make it."
Ace: "Come again!?"
King: "Oh, I got it. This one."
"...Nice. It opens!"
"Q, carry it out. Let's retreat."
Q: "Got it."
***
Guard B: "Hey, I have the medicine!"
Ace: "Very thanks, man. Here, your key! I'll leave the rest to you."
Guard B: "Yeah. Hope you recover soon."
King: "...This is weird. Jack didn't come in the end."
Q: "Maybe he realized it's impossible to go against phantom thieves."
King: "No. That guy…"
Police: "Freeze! We're police!"
King: "--."
Q: "!?"
Ace: "Since when!?"
King: "We're being set up. Q, throw the 'Mermaid's Tears' to the sea."
Q: "Huh!? Do you hear yourself now!?"
King: "Do it now. We'll escape the moment the police look away."
Ace: "You're lying, right!?"
King: "Quick."
Q: "You're the one who told me to do it, alright!"
Police: "H-Hey! The jewel! Pick it up, quick!"
King: "Let's go!"
Police: "Wait!"
Q: "What do we do now!? All of our hardship went to waste!"
Ace: "Our 6 billion…"
King: "That was a fake jewel Jack had prepared."
Q: "What?"
King: "Jack had stolen 'Mermaid's Tears' in advance and replaced it with a fake one."
"He was the one who snitched on us."
***
Narration: "The day before…"
Guard A: "Hey, what's wrong?"
Jack: "No, it's just… the engine…"
Guard A: "Hold on, hold on. If there's any trouble, you better do something about it or else it'll get worse later on. If we're liable for the damages…"
Jack: "There's smoke coming out!"
Guard A: "Say what!?"
Jack: "Stay away from the car!"
Guard B: "Whoa!"
Guard A: "C-Call the fire station! Wait, we gotta get the safe first!"
Guard B: "Hey, is it okay?"
Jack: "Yeah. The smoke disappeared. I found no issues with the machine too."
Guard A: "That means the safe is alright, yeah? God. Give me a break. We almost carry it away ahead of time."
***
Q: "So that's why Jack didn't show up…"
Ace: "He really got us! I already thought it was weird for the police to appear at times like that!"
Q: "Ugh. Even if the police didn't appear, Jack still won since he already got the 'Mermaid's Tears' before us."
King: "I wonder about that."
***
King: "He hasn't made any changes in his base. Well, isn't he a little careless…"
"Even his security system is so weak."
"Hm? A card?"
"'Out of respect of Master's retirement, I will hand over the victory.'"
"Don't be satisfied with second place. You could have taken measures if you know there's a chance it'll get stolen. Oh, well. I'll accept your kind offer…"
***
Jack: "..."
"He really came…"
King: "Hey."
Jack: "--ugh. Why are you still here, King?"
King: "It's been a long time, I want to renew our friendship. I even brought alcohol with me."
Jack: "This is why you're hated."
King: "But you don't hate me, do you?"
Jack: "How did you find out?"
King: "I got some information about you from Fox. It helped me understand your strategy to some extent."
Jack: "In that case, why did you fall into the trap?"
King: "Because, otherwise, you won't move forward as planned. I'll be troubled if you're on your guard."
"I could narrow down your base thanks to the location device I planned on the alcohol I gave to Club. The rest is my intuition."
Jack: "I can never bring myself to like you in the end."
King: "Now, now. Let's have a toast for the 'Mermaid's Tears'. Q and Ace are waiting."
Izumi: (This is the only scene where Jack and King talk face to face. Even so, you can tell how close they are just by watching this scene alone.)
(Maybe because they are cousins, they can create a unique relationship between rivals who understand each other the most.)
***
Muku: Thank you so much!
Juza: Thank you.
Sakyo: Thank you.
Yuki: Thank you.
Kazunari: Thankies thankies~!
Banri: Thank you.
***
Sakyo: The audience's reaction on our first show is great.
Juza: King was so cool.
Muku: Jack was even cooler! The fact that he's active behind the scenes is just so Juchan!
Juza: I can also feel the gap between King, a sharp person with a gentle look, and you, Muku.
Muku: I-Is that so? Ehehe. But your Jack…
Azami: They're going to be like that forever at this rate.
Yuki: When are you going to stop?
Banri: But well, it was good overall. Right?
Kazunari: Totally! Their chemistry was just perfect on the stage, even the audience was pleased!
Izumi: Let's keep this energy until the closing show!
Muku: Yes!
< Episode 7 | Masterlist | Episode 9 >
#a3!#a3! translation#summer troupe#autumn troupe#muku sakisaka#yuki rurikawa#kazunari miyoshi#juza hyodo#sakyo furuichi#banri settsu#azami izumida
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Whatever It Takes : RELOADED
Augustus' burner phone is the key to locating Nero but the team discovers that it's more than just Nero that's behind all of this. Will the former 141 soldiers find out what Nero is up to? Will Alex rescue Samantha?
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Hello! Ray's Back in his game!
Chapter 16 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️
My Damsel in Distress
"Alex"
Task Force 141 - Disbanded
On a plane off to somewhere
General Shepherd.
The name sent Alex's blood boiling from rage. He couldn't believe that a high ranking official would actually betray them and could still run away from it.
It's no secret that he wanted 141 out of the Nero scene. But why? He knew full well that Samantha doesn't have access over the address but he still took her? And he also knew that this little team won't walk away without her safe. Alex wondered what's running inside the snow-caterpillar-stache's little brain. He couldn't even say his name now.
He clenched his fists, feeling the thick leather gloves he wore for battle. It was a devastating day for him. They just bonded for a few moments here and there and now she’s already taken away from him. He couldn’t keep count how many times it happened. It was frustrating.
“So, which safehouse are you bringing us today?” Alex joked with his former CO. Jack looked serious as always, he never gets these kinds of humor.
“Same one in Brazil. It’s the most forgotten and spacious. No one’s going to come looking for us in South America.” Jack replied, looking worriedly at Alex.
“I know when you’re preoccupied Alex. What happened afterward?” Jack turned to him and Alex knew he had to open up. He deserved the truth anyway.
“I uh… I fell for her, Jack. I know I told you that I won’t but it just hit me.”
“Like a fucking brick…” Jack interrupted and chuckled.
“All I can say is that you’ve done a better job than I did when I fell in love. I could still see your determination towards your work. Or maybe because she’s still involved in all of this.” he added, causing Alex to relax his tensed shoulders.
“It’s good to have you back, old man.” Alex shook his hand and smiled. With all the problems around him, it was good to have someone close to him to talk to. He was glad Nero didn't kill him back in the Gulag.
“Yeah. Me too, and it looks like you’ve got yourselves a determined bunch. Especially that guy.” he noted, pointing to Soap who was sitting with France. Alex remembered how the two of them met at the Gulag and in that short span of time Jack was able to read the whole guy’s personality.
“Soap? Yeah, he’s an achiever. Heard he’s top of every obstacle course back at the base.” Alex mused, looking at the two. They were sitting together quietly but Alex felt jealous. He could've been doing that with Samantha right now. Now that she's ready to hear the truth about them.
"Yeah. He's got some fight in him. I'm sure we'll defeat Nero even with this little band right here. And I'll do my best to be of assistance to you." he patted Alex's shoulder and went back to check on Nikolai.
~
Safehouse 110197, Brazil
Alex remembered that this place was compromised, but then again that was the CIA mole's henchmen that found them here and they're no longer affiliated with Nero. Or he picked this place because no one would think of going back here after being compromised. The Reverse Psychology card. Either way, Alex didn't mind.
As the team slowly scattered around the house and prepared everything, Alex took note of some changes since his last visit. More beds were added and supplies got restocked. Even the bullet cache looked reloaded.
The team loaded off everything they salvaged, or stole, from the 141 and set it all up. Ghost prioritized the tech stuff while the women fixed the bedrooms. Alex offered help but was denied by Gary saying "Your face still hurts so don't over exert yourself, we can do this on our own."
So Alex plopped by the central couch as Ghost untangle the wires, putting them on their respective slots.
"You holding up okay?" The masked man asked as soon as Alex released a deep sigh.
"I'm worried about Samantha." he replied, resting his hands on the back of his head.
"She doesn't have the address, what does Shepherd want from her?" Alex added, his tone raised like a kid complaining.
"I have no idea. But I do have something else. Information on the surprise attack at the 141." Ghost said, as Jack and Price moved toward them and discussed the contents of Augustus' phone.
"That bastard gave away our location." Price cursed.
"So his plan to disband us would be successful." Alex added and Ghost nodded.
"Why get Samantha though? He knows we'll be coming for him." Ghost added and the rest of them speculated their theories.
"Augustus failed to get her so Shepherd did it for him? For what?" Jack noted, reviewing their whole mission for reference.
"Something bigger, I presume." Price spat and everyone fell silent. The rest of the team except for Gary and Maxine gathered for a short briefing. Everyone gave away their take as to why, some of them made sense while some reasons don't add up. And thinking about it was only making them more frustrated.
Everyone looked serious until they inhaled the fresh aroma of dinner from the kitchen. Alex turned and saw Gary and Maxine, smiling while serving up the team's dinner. He could sense something him and Samantha once shared in this place and it looked like the Safe house did it's charm once again.
"Now that's bloody good cookin'" Price announced and everyone laughed. He wasn't the kind of person to say those kinds of things, but he did, and it was all they needed to ease the tension of not knowing what's next.
They never gathered like this before, together, happy and noisy. The two oldies sat on the opposite edges of the round table while Soap, France, Gary and Maxine sat beside each other on the left. Simon and Alex sat on the other side, an empty chair resided beside them.
"Don't worry lad, we'll rescue her." Price muttered and Jack nodded. Alex smiled as they started to eat some food.
"Hold on a minute!" Soap exclaimed causing everyone to halt.
"Thank you Lord for thy blessings which we are about to receive. Amen." he muttered while everyone looked at him.
"Amen!" they all said in unison and wolfed down Gary and Maxine's delicious meal.
"This tastes so good! Just like Mom used to make!" Francine chewed happily. Maxine stared at her supposed to be sister and smiled.
"It does?" she breathed.
"Mmhmm.. I was always jealous that you two were so close together in the kitchen, everything I touch turns to a culinary mess." she frowned and made everyone else laugh. Soap stared at her in amazement.
"You and me both, France." Jack agreed. The gang bonded throughout dinner and enjoyed the company. Alex volunteered on the dishes and France offered to help.
"You think she's going to be fine?" Maxine asked as she checked the contents of the fridge, looking at Alex who looked very focused on the dishes he's cleaning.
"She's been kidnapped a lot of times now. I think she's used to it." Alex attempted to joke, but the tone of his voice was far from kidding.
"Aye, That lassie's a tough one. Don't worry Alex. We'll get her, Shepherd's bound to make a mistake anytime soon." Soap commented from behind him while leaning on the kitchen island.
"I told you I can handle assisting Alex on my own!" France giggled as she wiped the plates dry.
"Aye! I know! Can't a man just enjoy some time with his girlfriend?" he raised his hand mocking surrender. France turned back and crossed her arms.
"Ahem. Girl space Friend. There's a space in between." she scolded and MacTavish just chuckled.
"Whatever you say, Babe." he joked once again as he stepped out of the kitchen.
"Ugh. That guy's so full of himself." France groaned. Alex and Maxine exchanged glances and laughed, causing the female soldier to worry.
"What?" she asked.
"You two look cute together." Maxine chuckled, closed the fridge and walked away.
"We're not together!" France yelled, making sure Maxine would hear it wherever she went.
"We will be soon!" Soap exclaimed from outside, followed by collective laughter from the group of men with him.
~
Alex groaned and looked at his watch. It's already 3:36 am and he couldn't sleep. He slowly got up and looked around. On the huge bed, Jack and Price slept peacefully as evidenced by the loud snoring. Beside him on the floor was Soap, Roach and an empty spot where Ghost was supposed to sleep. The girls occupied the guest room.
Alex slowly got up and carefully assisted his metal leg, trying not to make noise as he waltzed to the balcony where he suspected Ghost to be.
And he was right, Ghost sat by the railings on the terrace, not a single expression of fear etched on his face. A face Alex saw for the first time.
"Can't sleep?" the former CIA asked. Ghost slowly turned his head and nodded.
"I'm just contemplating…" he muttered, the tone of his voice sound defeated.
"We caught ourselves in a crazy situation, huh?" Alex chuckled trying to make the best of the situation. Ghost didn't seem to like the vote of happiness as he clicked his tongue and sighed.
"I'm into France… but it looked like she's happier with John." he spat. From what Alex heard from Roach, Ghost was not the kind of person to open up. And this was all too surprising for him.
"I… uh…" Alex stammered.
"Look, I'm also sorry… You don't have to reply… I was about to vent to Gary about this but he seemed too preoccupied with Maxine and I didn't want to bother him."
"Look, it's okay. Ghost."
"It's Simon, Simon Riley."
"It's okay Simon. That's life. You win some, you lose some." he consoled. He tried to make it as positive as possible but he was also down in the dumps, like him.
"Thanks for the honesty. I just realized how devastated you must be. I never got to hear your story until Gary told me. It must've been tough losing her over and over again." Gary talked without looking at him.
"It's like I've been cursed to lose her and save her all over again." Alex complained.
"Like Link." Simon announced like it's a great metaphor which Alex didn't get.
"Link?"
"Like from the video game. Where this knight was always out to save her damsel in distress. It's got many different variations but it's always the same name. Generations have passed and Link was always destined to save Zelda." he said in amusement.
"My damsel in distress…" Alex noted and looked up at the stars, wishing that wherever Samantha may be, he hoped she's safe and also thinking of him.
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Gateway Drug | Part Ninety-Three [PT. 1]
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1987
I throw another drink back not long after yelling obscurities at Viv as she stomped out of VIP to leave and go home, between more lines of blow, a trip to the bathroom to get a fix and some drinks, we decide to take the party to Steven's new place.
"You guys just can't be too loud, though, got it?" He says as sternly as he can as we get inside and he fumbles for his key.
"Alright, alright, alright," I mumble, stepping inside, grabbing his bottle of Jack off the counter before getting comfortable on the floor by the window.
We all talk--as best we can--for a little while, Steven and the boys making some calls to get some dealers here, and the only thing on my mind is getting a potent fix, until I hear something...very faint, very familiar...very, very, familiar...I furrow my brows to focus more, ignoring the guys' laughter and voices, my eyes training on the wall opposite of me.
My subconscious puts it together before my conscious does, like smelling a blanket from a childhood home and immediately being taken back before your brain can quite grasp the feeling.
Multiple memories shrouding that sound of Vivian that only she can really pull off.
It doesn't take rocket science equation solving skills to put together why I'm currently hearing her soft, pretty moans carry on next door.
I'm pretty sure more members of Guns, aside from Steven, are staying here right now.
Apparently Stevie hears it not long after and slips into the next suite, where the sound is coming from, that's connected to his suite.
I don't hear it anymore after he gets back in here.
"Dealer's coming or what?" I ask Steven, my high starting to get blowed from the fact that my wife is next door on her back for someone who isn't me.
I'd be jealous if I weren't numb to it by now.
"They're all tied up, man." Steven tells me and I groan, thinking for a second.
An idea comes to mind that makes me want to bang my head against the wall, but I'm desperate and left with no option at this point.
"I know a guy," I mumble, dragging myself up to the phone in the little kitchen area, reluctantly dialing a number I never wanted to dial again.
It rings once...twice...three times…
"Hello?" He answers and I roll my eyes.
"'Sup man, it's Nikki." I reply, trying to put on my best "friendly" voice, even though it's making my blood boil that the bastard I could see myself killing is ultimately the one that's gonna be able to save the day.
"Hey, dude." He replies.
"Me and a few buddies of mine are out here at the Franklin Plaza Suites and need a few things." I rub the back of my neck.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
It's quiet, and he reluctantly breathes out.
"I'll see what I can do." I can hear the satisfaction in his voice that I'm having to call him.
Within the next forty minutes there's more people here than I'm comfortable with, groupies, and hangerson, and other drug adoring morons, and then my saving grace comes through the door once Steven lets him in.
Slash is already slipping into a Jack induced stupor. Sally came in a few minutes ago screaming at all of us guys for leaving her at the Cat House.
We didn't even realize we'd forgotten her.
She's in the bathroom, probably keeping herself in there to keep from starting an argument with Slash in front of everyone.
Robbin's on the phone with Laurie.
Apparently it's just in men's nature to get fucked up, call our wives, and profess our undying love for them despite the fact we cheat on them nearly every time we hangout with our friends.
I wonder what would happen if I went in there on her and Duff right now.
What would she say?
Probably nothing.
She'd just look at the floor and try not to cry, probably.
What would I do?
I know that I know what's going on between them, but if I actually walked in and saw them together, caught in the act…
I'd either be a pussy and cry over it, or kill them both--him first and make her watch, and then just slowly torture her or something. God, I'm fucked up. Even though I'm pretty sure being married to me is torture enough to her.
I know it's torture to me, too.
"Here dude," Sparkie hands me a syringe and a spoon, and I look at him, too out of focus to concentrate on getting it right.
"Fix me." I say to him and he scoffs.
"Okay, dude." He starts getting it ready and I look at that wall again. Staring at it, taking a sip of my drink.
Fucking Vivian.
Of course. Her. Of all the women I've hooked up with and dated in my life, she--the most harmless, at least in my dumbfuck mind when I first met her--is the one to screw me over like this.
And I've let her.
If I did what Vince does to Sharise and have that whole, "no hanging out with your boy friends without me" rule, this wouldn't even be an issue.
That's the problem. Somewhere along the way I loosened her leash a little too much and now she's chewed her way through it entirely.
"You look like you're in hell, you know," Sparkie tells me, fixing the tourniquet around my arm… "But that's okay, you're about to be in heaven in just a few seconds." He assures me.
I know he's right. I just need to hang on to that.
In just a few seconds, I'll be--
I hear Vivian, again, and I reach around my neck and grab onto her cross I've been wearing for weeks, now, squeezing it at the sting of the needle going into my skin.
I feel him shoot me up, my mind waiting to chase and catch the high that I just know is about to come.
My fingers slip from the crucifix, and I feel myself fall back before a weightless feeling washes over me.
Present
I keep rereading the damn paper, repeatedly, trying my hardest not to throw a fit...
Nikki Sixx and his wife, Vivian, recently confirmed that she is indeed pregnant issuing a simple and straightforward,"Yes, it's true," statement earlier this week through Nikki's manager, and--as speculated--her pregnancy is not with Nikki. Many fans and some friends of the couple are blown out of the water by this sudden turn of events, others who are familiar with the rockstar and his band but never really paid much attention to his personal relationships, are now curious as to who exactly Vivian Sixx is. Well, in an open letter, rumored to be intended for print in Rolling Stone, a few anonymous former roadies of Mötley Crüe--who partook on their Girls, Girls, Girls, tour in 1987--are here to introduce who they saw behind the scenes of flashing cameras and public sweet moments with husband Nikki.
"This is a letter to Mötley Crüe fans, we're a mere handful of people out of the many who witnessed monstrosities behind the scenes while on tour with the Crüe since Summer of 1987, none of which were caused by the band or any members, themselves, but one woman in particular. We had no reason to really bring any of this up, but in light of recent news, we are disheartened and angered of the betrayal against one of the four men who gave us an opportunity to live several months in our lives that will forever impact us in the best way known, and provide heartwarming memories by the dozen. This is not an attack on Nikki Sixx, especially given his past struggles with opioid addiction, alcoholism, as well as his abusive wife. The first time we met Vivian, she was polite and friendly, but very assertive. It was obvious it would be her way or no way, and often times she and Nikki would go back and forth with who was running things. It was obvious Nikki was unwell at times, whether it'd be hungover, sick from withdrawal or simply tired from a show the night before. Vivian would choose these times when he was at his most exhausted to pick fights with him. He'd tell her to go away or 'f**k off,' and she'd continue to verbally and mentally beat him down more than he clearly already was. When Rolling Stone came to interview the band shortly after the wild rumor Vanity started publicly, we were told Vivian had tried to physically attack the reporter working on the story, simply because he made the comment that Pepsi wasn't good for her. Small things like that would often set her off, leaving security, managers, and band members to try to dodge fists while pulling her off of her unsuspecting victim, who was typically Nikki. Many times we'd hear them arguing in the hotel rooms, dressing rooms, bathrooms, tour bus, etc., usually followed by sounds of what we can only describe as 'pitchy, hungry, pornstar moans' on her part--clearly using her body to get back in his good graces after wearing him down. After their fights, Nikki would always have a bottle of alcohol on hand, some kind of drug, and would keep to himself. Our comradery with him soon began to dwindle with each month because it was obvious she was beginning to suck the life out of him. He was more introverted overtime, and higher more often than he was at the beginning of the tour. It really got bad when Guns N' Roses came on tour for a month, because Vivian's attacks on him and the other members of Mötley Crüe, began to pop off as randomly and explosively as fireworks. We'd witness some foul exchange (brought on by Vivian) between her and Nikki backstage, either verbal or physical, nearly every night. People can talk down on the Crüe for being bad boys, but they've shown everybody that's helped them on tour, gratitude. All the wives and girlfriends that would come on that we'd offer food and drinks to would always express gratitude with a smile and a warm heart, but Vivian would always stay silent and cold towards us. She's a trashy, bitchy, whiney, hateful, spiteful, conniving, plotting python that now has her cold-blooded grasp around not only Nikki's neck, but also Duff's. Her game is to find the most well rounded guys while maintaining under her guise that she's a kind, Christianly woman, and see how far she can push them until they work themselves to death, literally, with trying to please her. We aren't surprised that she's pregnant, she probably video taped herself conceiving the damn thing and sent it to Nikki. We hope she did so it can be practice for her inevitable low-budget porn career when she runs out of rockstars to f**k and kill, as we've mentioned, she already sounds like one in the throws of passion. Anyway, Nikki, we're hoping you decide to kick her aside and start fresh. Duff, get a paternity test, dude. Crüe fans, don't let that red-headed bitch fool you."
"Who the hell is Page Six to give these bastards a platform in the first place, Doc?!" I snap.
"Nikki, I am handling it, I'm on it--"
"--You tell the L.A. Times and Rolling fucking Stone if they take this shit and run with it, too, I'm personally coming to their offices and fucking them up. Not the publications themselves, but the people trying to put this out there in print, individually." I hiss.
"Nikki, just--"
"--And who the hell--what roadies did this?!"
"I don't know, Nikki, but I'm trying my hardest to get it cleaned up." He assures me.
"'She's a trashy, bitchy, whiney, hateful, spiteful, conniving, plotting python that now has her cold-blooded grasp around not only Nikki's neck, but also Duff's. Her game is to find the most well rounded guys while maintaining under her guise that she's a kind, Christianly woman, and see how far she can push them until they work themselves to death, literally, with trying to please her'?!" I read that snippet, just so he can be reminded how fucked this is, trying my hardest not to start pitching a fucking fit.
"Fucking AJaxx isn't even cleaning this up! Press mongrels are gonna be humping these bastards legs for giving them sales for the next nine months!" I outburst.
"Sixx, don't worry about it, alright? It won't go past this shitty Page Six story, okay?"
"It's fucking horse shit." I ignore him, trying to keep my cool. "Fuck." I kick at the leg of the table, running a hand through my hair.
"I guess one decently positive thing is that Viv doesn't know about this," he says next and I shake my head a little, feeling a migraine starting to come on, strong.
I was tempted then to check myself out of rehab and 'handle' it myself, but decided it wouldn't be worth it. I hoped it would go away and it would all blow over eventually.
"Vivian, don't listen to any of it, alright? Me and you and everyone on that tour know damn well it wasn't just you being a bitch and us being the innocent victims." I say through the phone as Viv tries to calm down, her breathing shaky and ragged from crying so much.
"I know that but the fans and other people don't know that." She says to me, her voice quiet and tired. "I'm so embarrassed, Nikki." She adds. "I'm already embarrassed that everybody knows I cheated on you but now this whole thing…" she trails off and I feel guilt tug at my heart.
I don't know what the fuck to say.
I'm used to criticism from the press, but none of them have tore into me or any of the guys--except Vince after the Razzle accident--so personally and extensively as they're tearing at her.
Calling me a devil worshipper and saying my music is shitty gets annoying and frustrating and even infuriating at times, but attacking my wife and calling her a low budget porn star and telling me to kick her aside?
Fuck that.
"I'm sorry, Viv. I really am." I assure her, honestly, closing my eyes when I hear her stifle a little sob out. "Where are you at right now?" I ask.
"Duff wanted me to meet his family." She tells me. "I'll be back Saturday."
I'm relieved she actually has a reason for not being here, but I'm also hurt that she didn't give me a heads up. But I don't want to talk about it right now. I think she's been punished enough today.
"Okay...you didn't show yesterday and I was just worried." I admit.
"I know, it was just a spur of the moment thing. He asked me last week and I didn't think it'd be an issue."
"Oh."
I glance around and let out a breath.
"I, um, I'm gonna go. I got a group thing with the guys at 3:00." I tell her.
"Okay."
"Are you gonna be okay or do I need to break out and kick someone's ass?" I ask her, half-joking, and she laughs, making me smile.
"I'll be okay." She tells me.
"I'll see you next week, Sixx."
I can practically hear the smile in her voice when she says, "see you next week."
We hang up and I rub my lips together, taking a few deep breaths before heading to where me and the guys meet with Amber three times a week now.
Tommy and Vince are waiting for me, and I plop down beside them, leaning forward, elbows on my knees, hands running over my face…
"Psst," Tommy nudges me and I look at him as Vince gets up to grab a cup of coffee.
"What?" I ask him, and he puts his finger over his mouth.
"You seen the shit they're on Vivian for?" He whispers and I furrow my brows, looking around.
"The room is empty except us, dude, why are you--"
"--Shh," he says.
"Why are you whispering?" I finish my sentence.
"Because they probably have this motherfucker bugged out the ass." He replies, glancing around again. "I'm thinking of breaking outta here, man." He whispers very, very quietly.
"You do know we're not being held here by legal obligation, right? They won't chase us down and have the cops on us if we just check ourselves out." I point out and he furrows his brows a little.
"Oh."
"Why do you wanna 'break out'?" I ask.
"I miss Heather and my dogs and I wanna be able to be there Viv, dude. She fucking needs us right now and we're, like, over an hour away--disconnected from shit. I mean we wouldn't even know what the fuck was going on in the world if Doc wasn't keeping us in the loop, ya know?"
I think about it for a second.
"We're over a month into our three month stay, dude." I state. "We can't just throw in the towel, now."
"I don't mean ditch it and stay gone. I just mean check out for a few days, go back home, see what all is going on and come back." He shrugs.
It seems oddly appealing.
Way too appealing, actually.
"I don't know, Tommy…" I rub the back of my neck.
"I already talked to Vince about it and he's down."
"Of course he is."
"And we wouldn't be doing it tomorrow or anything. I'm thinking next week."
"Does Doc know?" I ask.
"Fuck Doc." He scoffs.
"Agreed." I nod, chuckling.
"So, you in or not, man?"
"Just for a few days?"
"Just for a few days."
"Then we're all coming back in?"
"Like we never left to begin with."
"No drugs, no parties, not even alcohol."
"Just spending time with our families and then back to the grindstone." He states.
"...I'm in."
...You know when you're on a shitty diet, eating boring, tasteless, "healthy" food, and then decide you've been stuck to your diet long enough that you can have one slice of cake because you're disciplined enough to control yourself? And now, two years later, you're still telling yourself you'll get back on your diet because after that slice of cake you just said, "fuck it," and never thought about forcing yourself to eat lettuce again? Let's just say leaving rehab prematurely works the same damn way.
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Happiness is in the having
Castiel never thought he would see Dean ever again. Telling him that he loved him right before he died for good had felt safe, safer than any other time he had just wanted to blurt it out, but his voice betrayed his overflowing heart.
This time is different, though. None of them is dying. Well, Dean managed to get himself killed and the irony isn't lost on Castiel. Everything he touches somehow goes south from there, no matter how good his intentions are.
But no, he mustn't think about it that way. If not for him neither the world would still exist nor Dean would be in the heaven the righteous man truly deserves. And even if Castiel had wanted him to live a long, free, and happy life, with someone he loved, maybe kids (his own or just some he took under his wing), a dog, more pie than was ever good for him, and without the shackles of saving the world around his feet, he is proud of what Jack and he managed in the short time until his arrival.
Castiel looks at him like he has so many times before, his blue eyes scanning Dean's face. But there is something different now. He can't hold Dean's gaze as he once could. Castiel's eyes flicker away again and again, the weight of his confession an obstacle between them.
Castiel always knew that Dean loved him. Well, maybe not always and to what extent, but in the end he was sure about it. That's why he pushed him aside, literally. More than once Dean had tried to protect him, put himself physically between Castiel and an aggressor, even though Dean had been the more vulnerable person in most cases. Castiel wouldn't have put it past him to jump between him and the Empty and there was no way that he would ever let this happen.
But that's all in the past now and despite his best attempt, Castiel can't bring himself to look at Dean long enough to read him properly. The green of his eyes is just too intense, the crow's feet around them somehow wrinkling deeper than ever before.
Dean looks tired, more tired than he has ever seen him, and Castiel wonders what happened in the few days since he let the Empty take him. All he ever focused on was Dean, to protect him and the people he loved. It hits Castiel like an ice-cold shower that he never thought about how Dean would feel after his sacrifice.
Castiel always wind forwards to Dean's apple pie life, leapfrogging the phase leading up to it. Too painful was the thought of Dean mourning him, no matter if as a brother or something else.
Castiel hoped that Dean would just leave their memories behind, that he would be part of the "stuff" Dean would let just go, forget about for his own good. But even with Dean's great talent in compartmentalisation, his grief might have already caught up on him.
He's always drinking himself into oblivion when you die or are gone too long, Sam once told him, pretty wasted himself at that time, and Castiel wants to punch something, maybe himself. Not really taking this possibility into account was rather stupid.
He should have known that his parting words wouldn't be enough to counter Dean's emotions that were always so much more intense than the man allowed to show on the outside. He most likely kept everything inside, grinned and bore it to lull Sam and all the others into a false sense of security.
Why the heck did he put John into Dean's heaven, the man who made Dean push away his own feelings starting the day his mother died?
The silence between them grows and Castiel wishes he just stayed away from Dean's heaven. He obviously doesn't belong here. They have nothing left to say to each other. Castiel put everything out in the open and Dean has no words to voice whatever he is feeling. Just another gift his old man left him.
"I shouldn't have come," Castiel says, casting down his eyes. When there is no answer he looks up, filing away to memory Dean's grown older, but still beautiful features as best as he can, ready to fly away for the very last time.
"Don't you dare!" comes Dean's rumbling voice. "Don't you dare ever leave me again!"
Castiel isn't sure if it's the words themselves or the sound of Dean's voice saying them that let him crumble in his resolve. Maybe it's the tears in Dean's eyes or the angry way he clenches his jaws and his hands into fists.
"You never asked me to stay," Castiel says, his voice so much higher than usual. Maybe he sounds pathetic, but he can't find it in himself to care.
Dean looks bashfully at the ground, jaw still working as if he had to keep a stream of words inside. He inhales sharply. "I do now. Stay. I want you to stay, Cass."
If he still needed to breathe, these words would have knocked the air out of Castiel's lungs, but instead a needy sound, nearly a whimper, comes out of his mouth. How much he had longed for Dean to say it. How many times didn't he and Castiel left him, walked away heart-broken?
"Why?" Castiel barely whispers.
Dean looks at him, really looks at him, and this time Castiel holds his gaze.
"Because I am not as selfless as you think me to be. I can be a selfish bastard. I want you. Damn it, I wanted you for such a long time." Dean swallows hard and runs a hand nervously through his hair. "I love you. Not because you're family, which you are, or because you are a self-sacrificing bitch, about which we still have to talk about ... but because it's you, Cass, ever since we met it's always been you. I really tried not to love you the way I do, to convince myself I didn't, to make my feelings for you ... safe, to keep you on arm's lenght and push you away whenever I just wanted you to choose me."
Castiel's heart threatens to beat out of his chest and he's sure if there was any kind of electricity around them, his grace would spread sparks all around them, like the very first time they stood face to face.
Castiel chuckles. "We're really both a couple of dumbasses, aren't we?"
Dean's mouth twitches into a lopsided smile. He looks at Castiel through his eyelashes, the way he used to look at the women he picked up in bars too many times Castiel could or wanted to count.
The angel's treacherous heart thumbs even harder, his grace thrumming under his skin, ready to explode. This is simultaneously worse and so much better than the constant pining over all those years. Dean has the power to destroy him, a millions year old celestial being and Castiel gave the weapon away freely. But maybe that's what love is all about. Vulnerability.
"I prefer the word 'trusting'. Less dumb. Less ass," Dean smirks.
For the first time since he was taken, Castiel feels a smile growing on his face, relaxing the lines of worry on his forehead. He nods in agreement.
And then there are lips on his own, not comparable with Meg's in any way. They are chapped and still soft, careful and as if they were asking a million questions. Maybe they do.
It's only an innocent brush and still Castiel knows that if heaven was still like it used to be and he died as a human this would be the moment repeating itself for all eternity.
He had been so wrong. True happiness is not in just saying it. True happiness is in the having, in the kissing, in the holding, in the keeping. True happiness is Dean Winchester loving him back.
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Life changing
Pair: Chan x fem reader x Felix
Genre: Mafia, smut (slightly)
Warnings: strong language, threesome, terrible jokes, sexual content, unprotected Sex.. Dont do that guys(wrap it before you do it lol)
A/N: The smut isn't my best and I'm sorry for that. I tried to do my best even tho my writing block is active. I hope you don't mind that the smut is not that's described. I had a lot of trouble with this one. Oh and Tumblr put the moodboard at the end. Why Tumblr why.
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It was past midnight, her hand is tangled with another two pair of hands. A smile crossed over her face and her cheeks slightly turned into a pinkish color. How she got into this situation?
It was easy. Everything began with a lighter.
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,,[Y/N]! Hey [Y/N]! " the voice of her best friend pulled her out of the daydreaming state she was currently into. Her eyes focused on nothing, turned to the side right in the eyes of her better self.
,,yeah? What's the matter? Do you want to go home already?" In her mind she wished that her friend would say yes. She wants to go home so badly, that another answer would bring her mood even more down.
,,No I'm just.." Rose bites down on her lip, a cheeky smile plastered on her face. ,,You know what I mean."
She nods, of course she understands what's going on. Of course this would have happened, but now? It's not even past might night and Rose already had found a guy to spend the night with? That's even new for her.
,,Tell me his name. So I know who killed you once you don't return." she said with a soft smile and low voice. She wants to go home, and the fact that her best friend found a men for tonight is the reason she finally can leave this place. Finally.
Rose giggles at her terrible joke, it was nothing new. She always said that. ,,Jisung. Han Jisung and now I have to go. He looks so desperated over there." she said with a wink and left her best friend standing there on her own. A small giggle leaving her mouth as well.
She watches how Rose leaves the club, something she wants to do too, but her mind told her to just stay a few more minutes and drink the rest of her drink. Nothing changed at all.
It was always the same. They would come together in this club and in the end Rose would get a men for the night and leave her alone. But it was fine. She never wants to get a men anyways. Why would she bother to search for a guy, just so he can leaver her straight away again. It doesn't make sense.
,,[Y/N] you should really learn how to flirt." the bartender behind her told her, not bothering to look up from what the hell he was doing right now. If it wasn't for the fact that this guy knows her better than anyone in this club, she would have punsh him in the face. But to her dismiss he is the only one knowing her right now.
She doesn't know when or how, but one night she drank too much. The cried her problems out to the poor guy who just want to make her drinks and from that day on, they are some kind of friends. But not really.
,,That's not really something I want to do."
,,I know that's why I'm saying you should. Listen, you are a pretty girl and if you wouldn't mind me saying, you could easily get fucked every weekend you and Rose are here."
,,I mind you saying that someone would fuck me." the answer was dry, some kind of sarcastic, but she knew that he was right.
,,Oh I'm so sorry. I hope you won't tell my boss that I told you, that I would probably fuck you if it wasn't for my job here right now."
,,You are gross."
,,Maybe." she can easily hear the smirk in his voice and it makes her sick.
,,Why am I even talking to you. You are saying the same things over and over again. It gets kinda boring you know."
,,Because you like me?"
,,Oh yeah of course." she rolled her eyes. ,,I like the guy who tells me that he would fuck me every weekend, but can't because he is working. Classic isn't it."
,,You are sooo mean. I don't say it every weekend." he complained with a pout in his voice.
,, I wish you would."
,,Oh? So you want to be laid down by me?"
,,Disgusting."
,,You didn't say nooo [Y/N]"
,,I didn't say yes either." she told him, placing her glass next to her and looking with a small smile at the bartender. His company is always the best, even if she would not tell him that.
,,No one would belive you that you are gay,if you keep saying that you want to fuck me."
,,Isn't it a compliment that I want to fuck you then? "
,,Point for you." she turned around again, a deep sigh leaving her lips. ,,Flirting is exhausting."
,,It's not. I'm literally doing it the whole time." His voice went quite and he smirked visibly this time.
,,Yeah with the same guy over and over again. You are so.. So.. "
,,Handsome? Cute? Breathtaking?"
,,Idiotic would be better to discribe you."
,,I will spike your drink next time [Y/N]. Why are you always so mean?" he pouts again and she only shakes her head with a small smile.
,,Don't ask me. I'm going home now." she told him, shooting him a last smile before she walked through the crowd to the door.
Someone runs into her, red hair, his body framed in expensive clothes, that it is more than ridiculous that he wears them in this place. He shots her a look, not even planning to say Sorry.
She looks up to him too, quickly stuttering an apology out, before he leaves her. With a red face she looks down. How embarrassing. Her eyes find a small black object, she picks it up.
A lighter? She sighs. She doesn't even smoke so the found is not a good one. She turned around, looking for the handsome stranger, but he was already gone.
Maybe next time.
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,,[Y/N]. Hey [Y/N]?" Rose speaks to her best friend, but she didn't respond right away.
,,What is it Rose?" she asked her, just wanting to know if it is already time for her to leave.
,,The same as ever. His name is Choi San I guess. We see eachother tomorrow." she kissed her cheek and then went off. Leaving a surprised women standing at the bar.
Today seems different. Not only Rose talked different than usual no, today she wanted to stay here. She doesn't want to leave as soon as her best friend stepped out of the club. It was different then the last times.
Her hands played with a small black object in her jacked, the lighter. It rested in her hand, but it wasn't the reason why she wanted to stay. Or was it? She doesn't know.
,,You look very fuckable today." His voice was just annoying as always. So maybe it wasn't that different than the other times.
,,I know." the answer was as dry as ever, maybe not even sarcastic this time.
,,Arrogant huh? Didn't know you could act like this too." he sounds surprised, but not as much as she wished he would.
,,Sometimes I really hate you, you know? "
,,Oh yes I know, but look at the bright sides-"
,,One whiskey." there it was. A deep voice. Her eyes found the figure of the men she never thought to see again. His hair was like a week ago red, he was still dressed in this ridiculous fancy clothing at this place and he still looked so good. She thought about him a lot, and yes she even wondered how his voice would sound like.
,,It's disrespectful to stare like that little one." His smirk was something else she thought. It is breathtaking and pulled her out of her stare. Another time her cheeks turned red infront of him.
,,I.. I'm sorry sir."
,,Sir? What am I 40? Do I look that old? You really hurted me little one."
,,W.. What no I just-" she gulped harshly and hardly down. He was too handsome for her liking. With the target to change the subject she pulled out his lighter and smiled at him. ,,That's yours right?"
His eyes had a cheeky sparkle and he smirked even more at her, before he took the lighter.
,,Oh yes that's mine." God how can a voice sound so good. ,,Thank you."his eyes turned away from her.
,,Another drink for the lady."
The bartender smirked and nodded, before he made another drink for her and shoves it to her.
,, O.. Oh uhm.. But I wanted to leave I-"
The stranger interrupts her, taking her hand pulling her into a much more comfortable place of the club.
,,Hey! You can't kidnap me like that. I-"
,,You brought my lighter back and now you can have something for this." he said with his even more handsome smile.
He sits down on a black leather couch, and she looked around. Noticing how no one else was in the room beside a few other man. It made her uncomfortable.
,,What your name little one."
,,[Y/N].. D.. Dont call me little one."
,, [Y\N]. Yeah it rolls down my tongue perfectly."his look wandered around the room. ,,Everyone leave."and just a second later you two were alone.
,,U.. Uh thank you.." she said and he pulled her next to her.
,,Chan I have-" a silver haired boy came into the room, but abruptly stops when he saw her. A smirk forming on his lips.
,,Felix don't come in without knocking. I could have dome something very special."
,,You would never. Not without me." the silver haired make countered and then approached you, sitting down next to you and playing his hand on your thigh.
,,Hey there beautiful. I guess Chan his charm already lured you here."
,,N.. No.. I-" she stopped and then looked at Chan. ,,The lighter. I'm here because I gave him the lighter back."
,,The lighter?" a even bigger smirk appeared on his face. She was confused. Why is he smirking like that?
,,Y.. Yeah. He wanted-"
,,Chan why don't you invite me now. Share with me."
,,Felix no. She gave me the lighter." His strong arms wrapped around you waist and pulled you into his lap. Your face turned red again and you struggled against his tight hold.
,,Nahh you don't decide anything now Chan. Let the little kitten decide what she wants." Felix face lightens up and leans forward, his face just an inch away from yours.
,,I.. I- don't even know what you mean." she stuttered out, but then a loud moan escaped her lips as she felt Chans lips on her neck. Just in the moment she wants to protest, Felix kissed her, shutting her up in a very soft way.
She moaned into the kiss and shifted around in Chans lap, already feeling how something hardens under her. Just in this moment the silver haired male breaks the kiss, looking at her shooked face with an amused smile.
,,You didn't read what is written on the lighter did you kitten? "
,,W.. Written on the lighter? " she asked geniusly confused. What does he mean.
Chan breathed against her ear before he slightly bites it and then whispers. ,,If you want to fuck return the lighter with a smile."
She choked out a moan and looked at both of them in shook. Did she know that? No. Does she want it anyway? Definitely.
She rocks her hips against Felix, not caring about Chans tight grip. ,,Nghh you better do a good job then." she moaned out and Felix didn't let her tell him this twice.
He took of his shirt, and soon her followed his. His hand cupping her breasts and playing with them, letting moan after moan come out of her mouth.
,,F.. Fuck Felix nghh.." she tilts her head to the side, feeling Chans lips wandering down just like his hands. Just a moment later she feels Fleix lips replacing his hands and Chans fingers pulling down her panty under her short skirt.
,,You looked so good I couldn't hold back to let the lighter fall down."chan whispered breathy in her ear and right after that pushing one finger in her wet entrance.
,,A.. Ahh n.. Ngh fuck C.. Chan please" she begged and Chan gave easily in, pushing another finger in.
,,Don't forget me kitten." Felix chuckled darkly into her ear. ,,You have to take care of both of us." His voice was heavy and before she could react Chan pulled his fingers out. And pushed her forward, so she sat on all fours infront of him.
,,What did you call me earlier babygirl? Wasn't it sir? Why don't you keep thag attitude and say it with your sweet voice." His hand slapped her ass cheek roughly and she yelped out in pain and in pleasure. Both of this man are way to much to handle for one night she thought.
,,S.. Sir a.. Ahh please. I-" she begins but Felix shuts her down again, pushing his dick roughly in her mouth.
,, I hate noisy cats kitten. So you better use your mouth for something better than this pathetic begging." His voice went even deeper this time and if it wasn't for the fact that she chokes on his dick, she would wonder how that is even possible.
,,Hm that's right babygirl. If you don't use your pretty little mouth good we might not take you home tonight." His threat sends a shiver down her spin.
,,Now be a good little baby and take what we give you."
Chan takes you by surprise just like Felix did. The red haired boy roughly begins to fuck you, not caring that he pushes you against Felix with each thrust. Or that's excatly what he wants.
,,Oh fuck she is so wet Felix. I guess you have to take her too later. I don't think this slut is satisfied after just one round." His degradation sent another wave of excitement down her body and she could not do anything about the choked moans leaving her mouth.
,,After that you can fuck her mouth too Chan. I'm sure she wouldn't mind choke on another dick as well. Or would you kitten?" it is an hypothetical question and all three of them knew it. Why would she deny the offer to suck on another dick?
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They hold the promise. She did her best in pleasing them, just like they did. Chans empty threat to not bring her home with them was big enough to make her do her best. Because who wouldn't want to go home with this two handsome strangers?
,,Hmm kitten go to sleep." Felix raspy voice interrupted her thoughts and just like he said, she did.
Not knowing that sleeping in the same bed with both of them, would change her boring life even more.
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The Coupon Book Of Love
Summary: Dean and Y/N have a falling out during a hunt and return not speaking. This upsets Jack who decides to help fix their relationship.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Confused Jack Kline, Mentions of Sam and Cas
A/N: for @winchester-fantasies #winchesterfantasies1000followerschallenge.
Word Count: 2623
Warnings: fluff, some arguments, ogling of m/f body, necking, mild language, implied sex
Prompt: 10. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.”
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing fluff so hopefully it doesn’t suck and there was to be coupon photos included but I couldn’t get them the right size and had to delete.
*No beta, all mistakes are mine
*****
Jack Kline was sad.
Dean and Y/N had returned from a hunt not speaking to each other. This was not completely abnormal for them. Their relationship is one of extreme passions, running hot or cold depending on the day.
It was when Y/N moved back into her old room and Dean started drinking all the whiskey in the bunker they all knew something very bad had happened. Sam tried to find out what had happened but all he could get out of either of them was ask Dean or ask Y/N.
After Sam retired for the night, Jack went to his father Castiel and asked why do people who are in love like Y/N and Dean hurt each other?
He said that human love is complicated and had no definitive answer.
Jack could not let them go on like this. Y/N was perfect for Dean, she could help with his highs and lows, make him smile when he was in one of his dark moods and had an off kilter sense of humor that matched his.
So Jack turned to the internet looking for the answer.
He found all sorts of sites with recommendations how to: repair relationships, muddle through misunderstandings, blogs from magazines like Cosmo on how to fix things with your significant other, spice up your love life, even watching Dr. Phil on YouTube.
But most of the advice given was about vocalizing thoughts and feelings and Dean doesn’t do those things.
Jack starts thinking when they return from a hunt Y/N will say to Dean, “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.” Dean’s eyes always lit up like the displays at Christmas when Y/N asks him for a cuddle. Which is weird because Dean is vocal that he doesn’t cuddle.
Sam teases Dean that Y/N’s secret code for nookie didn’t fool anyone. Dean tells him to shut up while smiling.
Jack shakes his head, is cuddle and nookie the same or are they different things...humans are very confusing.
He’s about ready to quit when he notices a tab for Pinterest that wasn’t closed yesterday and clicks on it. There were a few boards; cooking, pies, vintage cars, pinup girls.
Unlike what Sam is always saying, Dean does use the internet for more than watching porn.
Jack scrolls around for a while looking at other pins when he sees something. Tapping on the photo he reads the description. He likes the idea presented but it’s not quite right for Dean and Y/N...
...so he comes up with his own plan.
******
The Next Morning
Dean staggers into the kitchen looking for coffee. Lots of coffee after another night spent with Jack, Jim and some wild turkey. Going over to the pot he wonders why Sam hadn't made it after his morning run like usual. Dean sees a piece of paper taped to it with a typed message.
Please go to the library ASAP.
Dean ponders the note while the coffee is brewing and grudgingly heads there after pouring a mug. He is surprised to see Y/N standing by the table looking as tired as he felt. Then he notices a paper in her hand. “Got one too?” He asks, slowly moving to the other side, the table separating them.
She nods once in acknowledgment.
On the table between them is a letter and two small boxes with their names written on them. Dean slides the letter towards him and reads it out loud.
Dear Dean and Y/N,
I don’t like it when you fight, it makes me sad. You're treating your love as something disposable. I want you to be happy like before and since both of you are stubborn so I’ve come up with a way to help.
Each box possesses a specifically tailored coupon for each of you with extra, individual instructions accompanying it and must be completed together once a day in order.
Sam, Cas and I are on a hunt so you have the bunker to yourselves. Have fun.
PS: No peeking ahead-this means you Dean.
*****
CAR WASH
I can't believe I agreed to do this repeatedly going through Dean's head as he entered the garage after they had opened the boxes and shared their first coupons.
He’s grabbing the paraphernalia kept there for bathing his Baby when Y/N walks in wearing...oh crap...that button down plaid shirt tied up under her bust and those cutoffs made from an old pair of jeans of his that hug her curves just right.
Okay, if that’s how she want to play…game on baby.
Dean hands her a sudsy bucket giving her the look. Y/N blinks perplexed as he walks over turning on the faucet and starts wetting down the Impala.
She pulls out the sponge and starts soaping down the passenger side as Dean works on the drivers side. They watch each other, quickly looking away when caught.
By the time they meet at the trunk they're both wet, Dean’s t-shirts clinging, accentuating his torso and his jeans have molded to his bowed legs and scrumptious bum. Y/N abruptly hurries to the front of the car.
Dean, smirking to himself, makes the mistake of looking up through the windows. He can see Y/N stretching over the hood as far as she can reach, water and bubbles sliding over the slope of her breasts, nipples pebbled up under the material.
She bends down in front and he quietly steps to his right looking down the side of the car and can see her pert rear swaying in the air as she's scrubbing the grill. Dean reaches over the top of his jeans, pushing down his harding length.
“Okay, she's clean enough, I'll finish up here.” Dean gruffly states. Y/N pops up confused, “Um, are you sure, we haven't waxed yet.”
Dean feels himself flushing, that’s the last thing he needs right now is Y/N’s breasts bouncing as she's vigorously buffing his...car. “I forgot to get a new can, we’ll do it later.”
“I’ll go get cleaned up and meet you back here in an hour for the next part.” Y/N says as she leaves the garage hips swaying as she walks up the steps.
“Good thing were not leaving right away.” Dean mutters to himself grimacing at how his wet jeans have become way too constricting.
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Y/N slid the prepacked basket onto the trunk and shut it, hearing Dean come to a sudden halt and peered over the roof at him, taking in his flushed expression.
“Something wrong?” She inquires.
“I.. uh..I haven't seen you in that in a long time.” Dean stammers out awestruck waving his hand at Y/N’s appearance. Her hairs pinned up in loose waves and dressed in the tea length, off the shoulder summer dress he loves on her.
“Not the most practical thing to wear when chopping off a vamps head.” She quips.
“So, where are we going?” Dean asks, pulling the key out of his pocket.
“I’m to drive us...” she starts, “Nope, not happening sweetheart.” Dean steely interrupts.
Sighing Y/N walks over, “My instructions say I'm to drive to a predetermined location and I can't tell you where it is so I need the keys,” holding her hand out, “Please.”
Dean clenched his jaw reluctantly handing her the keys and got in the passenger side.
They drove for about an half hour, Dean glaring out the front window the entire time. Y/N turned onto a tree lined gravel road going a quarter mile before stopping. They sit in silence gazing out the front window astounded.
In front of them is an abundantly flowering meadow surrounding a small, private lake.
Jack couldn't have picked out a more perfect place.
“Sooo...what are we supposed to be doing?”
Y/N hands him the coupon reading…
ROMANTIC PICNIC
*****
MOVIE NIGHT
Y/N enters the Dean Cave not surprised Dean’s already settled in one of the recliners with pizza, popcorn and various other snacks spread out and a twelve pack Margiekugel cooling in the iced tub between the chairs.
They had spent the day doing various choirs separately around the bunker to give each other some space after yesterday. Y/N admitted to intentionally teasing Dean while washing the Impala and vice versa. During their picnic, something neither of them would ever normally do, they had fun together.
Dean seemed to be enjoying spending time together like they haven’t had much of lately but when they got back he decided to go out for a few cold ones instead of spending the evening in and pissing off Y/N.
“Ready for a marathon of The Man with No Name sweetheart?” Dean smugly asks trying to get a rise out of her. Y/N’s grabs some pizza and settling in the other chair takes a big bite of the meat lovers slice and chews slowly. Dean stares wondering why she hasn’t reacted, well aware Eastwood is not a favorite of hers.
Y/N finishes chewing, fishes a beer out of the tub opening it and after taking a long draw finally glances at Dean and flashes her coupon.
CONTROL OF THE REMOTE
“Sonovabitch,” Dean spits out, sinking in the chair cause knowing Y/N she’ll pick some long-ass, drawn out British dramedy that Sam’s the only one willing to watch with her, “I'm gonna get that Nephilim for this,” he pouts but will never admit he’s actually pouts.
A saccharin smile crosses Y/N’s lips as she takes the remote from him and brings up the menu to select a movie. Dean kills the beer in his hand and grabs another as she continues searching, occasionally clicking on one before going back undecided.
“Will you just pick something so we can get it over with.” Dean surly growls out, opening his fifth beer. Y/N gives him an annoyed huff pressing start.
Dean jerks upright in surprise at her choice, “Seriously, we're watching...”
“...I don't like spaghetti westerns but seems you forgot I do like slasher films,” Y/N interrupts, “and don't you dare tell Sam, he already thinks I'm off my beam since we got together as it is.”
“Alright and I'll not take that last part as an insult.” Dean happily agrees, snagging the popcorn/M&M’s bowl shoveling in a mouthful as Y/N rolls her eyes, settling in to enjoy an evening of some slice and dice together.
*****
HOME COOKED MEAL
‘’Argh! This is ridiculous, what made Jack think I could cook anything?” Y/N yells at the tablet sitting innocuous on the counter in front of her with the recipe Jack had picked out, taunting her.
Dean stopped in the doorway observing the mess Y/N is making of his kitchen. The flour bag is tipped over one counter spilling on the floor, the cutting board has something green cut into so many different shapes it's unidentifiable, other various items scattered about as the skillet on the stove is starting to smoke.
Then the alarm goes off screeching throughout the kitchen.
“Turn the stove off!” He yells over the alarm rushing over switching the stove off and grabbing a lid to smother the fire. Once it's out he turns on Y/N, “Are you trying to burn the place down? Don't you know not to set the heat on high under oil?”
“Yes Dean, I'm trying to burn the bunker down so I can get out of doing this!” Y/N screeches loudly waving the coupon in Dean’s shocked face.
He's never heard her like this, Y/N is one of those people that nothing outside of hunting makes her lose her cool, it’s one of the reasons he fell for her.
Dean approaches cautiously, reaches out placing his hands on her shoulders and slowly running his hands up and down her arms. “Baby, it’ll be fine but you need to calm down,” softly speaking in the soothing voice he used to use to calm Sam down when he was little and having a nightmare. “Now, what are we fixing for dinner?”
“Salmon Croquettes with wild rice and steamed asparagus.” Y/N glances over at the tablet, “I can’t understand why Jack would give me this, he knows I can’t even boil water outside of a tea kettle and...what do you mean we?”
“You really think Jack would intentionally let you cook anything outside of a bowl of cereal after the Cajun waffle incident?”
“They weren’t that bad.”
“Sweetheart, we had to buy a new waffle iron.”
“Alright Guy Fieri, what does yours say?” Dean pulls the coupon out of his pocket.
DESERT NIGHT
“I got your favorites and if you're a good girl,” Dean pauses, licking his lips teasingly, “I’ll let you decide how to devour them.”
*****
Dean grabs his jacket off the chair back and heads to the library looking forward to tonight's activities. Well, he’s part of it anyways since Y/N hinted hers was something he never ever did.
Dean steps up into the room and stops dead in his tracks when he sees Y/N sitting at the table in her outfit for evening.
“Damn sweetheart.”
“You don’t clean up to bad yourself Winchester,” Y/N remarks as she gets up walking around him, seeming to be mentally undressing him, “and since I don’t know where we’re doing tonight I was thinking that if you play your cards right,” she leans up, her voice husky next to his ear, “you might get lucky.”
Dean takes his plump lower lip between his teeth and slowly lets it slide out making Y/N’s breath hitch as they stare into each other's eyes.
“So what are we doing tonight?” Y/N inquiries in a slightly breather voice than normal.
DATE NIGHT
Dean slides his arms around her waist, “I was thinking of taking you somewhere you haven’t been in a while,” he leans down kissing along her collarbone, moving up the side of her neck, “depends on what your half of the evening entails.”
Y/N retrieves the coupon from her jeans back pocket and Dean groans, dropping his head onto her shoulder.
SLOW DANCE
“I was thinking we can do what this coupon literally says or we could interpret it a different way.”
“Okay, I'm listening.” Dean mumbles.
“Well, there was no specific instruction from Jack as to what type of slow dance...” Dean’s head snaps up, his pupils dilating to the point the mossy green color has all but disappeared as Y/N keeps talking about the different types of slow dancing they could try.
“What are you asking?” Dean interrupts, his whisky roughened voice is even more gravelly sounding as his aching with desire.
Y/N walks backwards till her hips bump against the library's table, hops up on it leaning back onto her elbows, “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.”
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Later that night
“So we agree we're not gonna tell them the real reason for our fight?” Y/N asks as she finishes braiding her shower damp hair, sitting at the foot of the bed. Deans leaning against the headboard with their last two coupons sitting upside down next to his sweat pant clad hip.
“They’ll think it’s stupid, especially Sam,” Dean remarks, “so, you ready to admit that Die Hard is a Christmas movie.”
“Nope, you're never gonna convince me,” Y/N pronounces as she climbs onto Dean's lap leaning forward to softly brush her lips over Dean's before sitting back and picking up the coupons turns them over...
YOU WIN THE FIGHT
YOU WIN THE FIGHT
“I think we better hang on to these, ya know, just in case.”
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okay so i know i mentioned on here before that i have a bunch of dreams when i sleep and how i had that cute one with xiao & mingxiao before right?? 👀
forgot to share it sooner bc life but anyway i had a funny/cute dream with diluc the other day (i'll try to add a read more bc this got a lil long but it doesn't always work on mobile so i'll try & fix it asap if so!) but yeah this kinda turned into a whole fic of its own lol,,
☆ the dream itself is here, under the cut! ☆
basically, to not have to explain all the lore about my oc/self insert and all that again, the tldr of it is that i landed on teyvat similar to traveler but didn't really have anywhere to go so after gaining his trust and becoming close, diluc sort of just takes me in and lets me work at the tavern + lets me stay in a spare room at the winery. so yeah we often walk to/from work together if he's working at angel's share that day, and i guess everyone just assumes we're dating?? ...except for me, that is, who still thought he was in love with jean (bc of the whole stormterror thing).
one night, kaeya's been hanging out in the tavern all night, venti's already left or passed out or smth, and then once things close up, diluc and i get ready to head off, but apparently this is the first time kaeya's seen us head off together/in the same direction, and immediately decides to start teasing. he's all "ooh look at the two lovebirds, you've moved in together already? how'd you ask her out, i didn't know you two were a thing, congrats bro so glad she likes you back" kinda stuff and then i just start laughing and telling him to knock it off, wouldn't want jean to overhear and misunderstand. and they're both just like ......wait what? and i'm all "oh cause diluc likes jean right? i thought the were like an Unspoken Thing yknow??" and both stare at me as if i've grown like 3 heads and started doing a one-(wo)man barber shop quartet. lightbulb goes off in kaeya's head that i don't know jack shit & we're not a thing (yet) and diluc is just thinking like "i can't believe you're literally this oblivious, holy shit". hence kaeya's teasing The Sequel, where he just starts complimenting my uniform and says i look like a cute little maid or whatever and diluc is silently fuming behind me. he mutters something along the lines of "how oblivious can you possibly be?" and all but throws his coat/jacket over me to try and cover me "bc it's cold" (yeah yeah sure, jealous much? haha), then asks me how i never noticed how he felt about me. so i'm there having an earth teyvat-shattering moment of revelation that it WASN'T jean he liked, and that he didn't do all those nice things for me bc i'm friends with her, but because he liked...me????
kaeya smugly walks off with a little "you're welcome", after a his shenanigans, and i'm still trying to process things bc i'd never seen diluc that way, always assuming he'd liked someone else so i never really looked at him that way. we kind of quietly resume our walk back "home" and im clutching his jacket close to me, then we both try to speak at the same time, he tries to ask for my response/reaction and i was trying to ask for some time. he's kind of confused and almost looks hurt, but agrees to give me some time to think, since i explained the whole "not seeing him in that light" and didn't want to answer on a whim. that i didn't want to mistake gratitude for all he's done for me for affection and stuff so he was like hey good point i wouldn't want you to feel like i forced you into this, and no you're not gonna get kicked out/fired if you don't like me back, it's okay. diluc mentions having to be away for 2 weeks cause of a work trip and that i can respond then.
in the meantime, a bunch happened like a trip to liyue with aether & paimon, a whole girls' talk over tea with jean & lisa over the situation, and got my own lil serenitea pot so i potentially had the option of moving out now if i wanted to. i decided to my day off from the tavern to go out on a little adventure, just journey around and test out the teapot home and all that jazz. ran into noelle and we hung out/trained for awhile together and invited her in for for a tea break and stuff, like it was just really cute and fun. but apparently diluc came back a few days early and was freaking out when i was nowhere to be found, no one had any idea where i was, and was just really concerned something might happen to me. then noelle arrives through the gates and overhears him asking lisa stuff and goes all "oh she's over by (idk where i was maybe that bit of land between mond & liyue?) and he thanks her for the info and runs off to find me. he finds the teapot (somehow) on some rock but doesn't see me and i come back out of my lil abode bc someone outside kept saying my name and then i felt the teapot shake (he'd picked it up). cue a dramatic reunion in the rain bc when isn't it pouring and trying to kill me in teyvat in true romcom fashion i guess.
diluc is all "do you have any idea how worried i was about you? all alone out here? any of the abyss mages could have hurt you or taken you away or-" just rambles on and meanwhile im having this sort of Oh You're Back and I Think I'm Feeling Things realization (absence makes the heart grow fonder lol). so there's just this kind of strong, desperate hug moment and everything's quiet, save for the pouring rain and faroff occasional lightning strike. and i whispered something along the lines of "i think i'm in love with you" and his eyes widen before responding smth like "i think i'm in love with you too" with a fond smile, the first genuine huge smile i've ever seen on him (pls picture him like in the manga and not his in game ._. face PLS-🤣). cue another romcom cliche reunion hug + kiss scene in the rain, in which we take shelter from the rain inside the serenitea pot bc of how bad the storm kept getting.
(aether has tubby but i have chummy, kinda looks like the teapot salesman, and i usually just call her chums.) so we're greeted by chums who kind of is like staring daggers at diluc bc i showed up with a guest unannounced, drenched, and we're holding hands. she's overprotective in a very Mom Friend kind of way but she just means well. we change into some baggy share clothes i have and then i scrambled up something to eat (since we can apparently cook & forge in our lil pot i love that so much-) anyway so we decide to get some rest bc it's late and have the Oh No There Was Only One Bed conundrum until we agree to just share and sleep on opposite sides bc nbd right? i turned in my sleep and essentially was hugging his back whilst asleep, and he just turned over at some point and hugged me too, and booooiiii was this fire boy WARM, he felt like a personal heater and after all that rain, i slept like a log. diluc woke up before me cause he's used to an earlier schedule and slips out quietly to speak to chummy, asking if she knew where the supplies were cause he wanted to surprise me with breakfast (and man can he cook! goodbye kfc, hello good hunter). chummy is still kind of not vibing with him, until he apologizes for "intruding" and explains everything that's happened, to which chums kind of softens up and realizes he's sweet and just wants to do something nice, not go around raiding the house. woke up alone and went to look for the source of the smell, and kinda just clung to him, making diluc blush. don't remember too much more after the cooking thing though besides going for a stroll around my teapot layout, meeting all the pets that chill there, and kinda just having a relaxing day off together. the winery staff was probably freaking out wondering where we were, but we were just kinda in our own world (literally?), enjoying the peace before returning to all the chaos that is teyvat. cutest damn dream ❤
#aerinposting#aerin.txt#aerin.dreams#my dreams#aerin's dreams#i forgot what i was tagging these as i'm sorry hfjdjff#Long post#basically this all but counts as a diluc fic#I could most probably reword this and throw in some more detail and make it one lmfaaaaoo.... but will i.... wip's tend to stay wip's 🤧#diluc dream#ft kaeya being a lil shit; jeanlisa being amazing friends; chummy being her wonderful self; brief mention of venti and noelle; & any npcs i#Pls post and dont fail i beg of u;;;;;
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Posters of Porto
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