Was last night real? I’ve been a Green Day fan since I was seven years old and heard the song ‘Waiting’. Instantly they became my favorite band. When American Idiot came out and I saw the video for 'Holiday’ was when I knew I wanted to play guitar. That moment I saw Billie Joe on the roof of the convertible was probably the moment. Every time I listen to the song I’ll even do the same gestures he does 😜 I first picked up a guitar in seventh grade. A cheap acoustic. The first song I learned was 'Good Riddance’. I didn’t even know how the strum properly. I starting taking lessons a year later and joined a small band my music shop put together. We only played Christmas shows. The band fell apart. I stopped playing for a while until my old teacher set up an open mic at a bar. I have an anxiety disorder and it was incredibly hard to get up there the first few times even though he was playing with me. I thank him now for that push. Ever since I heard Green Day it was my dream to play with them. I learned 'Jesus of Suburbia’ for that reason. For years I would have that dream and wake up knowing that it would never come true. After 14 years of being a fan there was hardly a chance I’d even see them live. My father was not the best. I actually don’t even talk to him. Green Day was the one constant thing I had growing up. Their music has taught me so much and helped me many times. I might not have had a father but I had them. Billie had became my father figure. The person I looked up to most in the world. So when I got my ticket last December for the pit I couldn’t believe it. I drove six hours for my birthday and camped out overnight to be barrier at the show. Instantly when Billie Mike and Tre walked on stage I just stared in shock and in tears. I was finally seeing them. During the second song I had a chance to point out a pin I was wearing that said it was my 21st birthday to Mike which he saw. This tour they were pulling people on for 'Knowledge’ which I was aware of so when they started playing not even asking for anyone yet I was jumping so much trying to get their attention. Once it was time for Billie to choose he went to the other side of the stage and it seemed like he was going to pull up some guy. Last minute though he walks up to me and says “you can play it? You sure? And it’s your 21st birthday?! Get up here.” I don’t even process it but the next second security is pulling me on stage and I cower in the corner until Billie holds out his arms for me. Seeing them was enough but being able to hug the man who has been through so much with me? There was no feeling like it. I played to the best of my ability. I didn’t let my anxiety stop me. I didn’t notice the people. It felt like a dream again…. was it? I think that’s why I wasn’t nervous. Because I had done it so many times and I knew it wasn’t real. It flies by and next Billie is taking a photo with me and giving me a guitar. I’m speechless. I scream, cry, jump and dance the rest of the show them still looking at me at some points. Yesterday was…a dream? I’m still not sure. The photos and videos say it’s real but right now I still don’t think I’ve processed it. I left the venue of 16,000 with people stopping to hug me and say happy birthday. Some even took photos with me. Being able to be so close to the band that has literally raised me? Words will never be enough to describe it. But Green Day I owe to you everything. All the choices in life that have brought me to where I am today can be traced back to you. Thank you from the bottom of my fucked up little heart. Rage and love. Rhianna
had public rehearsals that included soft little conversations to the back (a
little lip eyeing) and Jeon walking up to Jimin smiling at him while he fluffs
his hair or plays with his managers’. Aaaaaaand then Jeon decided he needed to
add a dash of naughty. Because his lovely Jiminie has been bending over in front
of him every time they perform BST, and he’s literally shedding blood, sweat
and tears because of him. He couldn’t take it anymore! So he gave in to his
impulses and rubbed & smacked the jibooty. (Much to Bangtan’s laughter and
Jimin’s disbelief). His massive bunny smile after makes Jimin forgive him (but
not trust him, after all JK is his dangerous weakness).
Summary: The reader’s quiet night at home is interrupted when Dean shows up looking bruised and bloody.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2,352
“Thank god I live alone.” You grumble to yourself, thankful no one’s around to witness your behavior. You’re lazily sitting on your kitchen counter in a ridiculous onesie stuffing your face.
You twist open an Oreo, put a scoop of chocolate ice cream then add whipped cream and chocolate syrup. While singing along to the radio, you smoosh the Oreo back together and shove it into your mouth.
You’re really baffled as to why you’re not married yet. Your boyfriend would be crazy to not lock down all of this sexiness. Realizing it’s almost time for a new episode of Scandal, you make way towards the couch.
You freeze when you hear someone fumbling with the lock on your door. This is just fucking perfect. A creep is breaking into your apartment and on top of it, you’re gonna die wearing a onesie.
the world we live in. it’s so… wonderous. mysterious. even magical. no… no no no.. not that world. i meant this one. the smartphone. each system and program app is it’s own little planet of perfect. technology. all providing services so necessary, so crucial, so unbelievably profound. look who just sent me a text! addie mccallister? it must be a mistake. or a joke. or a scam! don’t send her your social security number. she’s right there! that’s our user, alex. and, like every freshman in high school, his whole life, everything, revolves around his phone. and, because the pace of life gets, faster and faster… phones down in five. and attention spans get shorter and shorter… and… you’re probably not even listening to me right now. who has the time to type out actual words? and that’s where we come in. the most important invention in the history of communication! emo gees. that’s my home! textopolis. here, each of us does one thing, and we have to nail it every time. christmas tree just has to stand there, all festive. merry christmas! it’s still september, tim! and princesses… i am so pretty. they just gotta wear their crowns and keep their hair comb. we are so pretty. devil, poop, thumbs up, they just show up and they’re good to go. but for the faces, the pressure is on. cryer always has to cry, even if he just won the lottery. hurray, i’m a millionaire! laugher’s always laughing, even if he’s just broken his arm. ahh!! ah! i can see the bone!! ah ah ah ah ah… and me, i’m a meh. so i gotta totally be over it all the time, you know? like meh, who cares. which is not as easy as it sounds. i gotta be mehhhhhhhhh i GOTTA! be! mehhhhhhhhh morning misses D, i see you have the little minis with ya! oh, they’re so… cute! NYAH, SO ADORABLE, I CAN’T TAKE IT! I WILL NEVER GET THEM TO SLEEP! STICK TO YOUR ONE FACE, WEIRDO. OLE! OLE! OH NO! OH NO! it’s hard to only act blasé. when, living in textopolis is…. just so exciting! hah low good simeans! those ah some shalp attach shays! yes, well we have business to attend to. whot kind off business? monkey business. ha ha ha ha, i sounded british. meh… Oh, that was really good.. meh ? meh … meh ha ha… what the freak ya doing there, mate? practicing. today is my first day on the phone. oh, droit. i’m gonna be so.. meh. what are you going to do? blah! me and the boys are gonna throw ourselves on the barbie! woo! puh-zow! gooday, mate! hey, koh knee chee wah! sorry emote icons!! oh, I hate knocking over the elderly.. let me help, let me help… oh, my colon!!! ducks… hey, is that the time? HEY, my eyes are up here, pal! woo ooh hoo! woo hoo! right on time! and last week, Alex sent me next to THIS text! huh? huh? HA HA HA THAT ELEPHANT PISSED HIMSELF HA HA HA AH HAH HA HAH HAH UH HUH HUH why are YOU laughing, freak? ho ho ha ha ha! now, unlike me, my parents are total pros. gene, please tell me you weren’t laughing just now. gene so help me i swear oh, he was, I remember. let’s go see if you can get it right. i have some bad news, gene, and i’m afraid that you’ll have the wrong reaction. ok, what’s the wrong reaction? anything other than meh. come on! i don’t want to be late! i’m not letting you go to work today. wait, WHAT? you’re just not ready, son. come on!! working in a cube is an Emoji’s whole purpose in life! everybody my age is working on the phone except for me! oh sweetie, that’s not true. ow! YEAH! i’m going to work on the phone and I’m only ten! that’s because I believe in you! should we wash our hands? ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! we’re number two! we’re number two! see? i, i know i’m different, ok? but, i need to… i can be meh… i just… want to be a working emoji, you know, like… everybody else… and then… i would finally fit in, you know? ah, you fit in, honey. no I don’t, mom. I never have. but I could change all that if you just let me! just give me a chance! but what if you get sent out on the phone, making the wrong face? no dad, i’ll make the right face! look! maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah? you’re so handsome when you make that face. i think he’s ready, mel. meh. come on, dad. let me prove it to you. if you really think you’re ready… YES! yes i am! i promise i won’t let you down! wow! Congratulations, everyone! What an exciting day for all of you! oh, it’s really her! oh, pizza! first day on the job, hi, hi! don’t be nervous! i won’t bite! hi, i’m smiler! ho ho ho ho ho… DON’T TOUCH ME! Hi! i mean.. hey.. as you know, i’m smiler, i’m the system supervisor here, because I was the original emoji. here’s how it works. it’s nothing fancy! wait a minute… it’s really fancy! you each have your own cube on the emoji bar! if alex chooses you, should you be so lucky, your cube will light up! it’s showtime! the scanner will scan you, and that scan will get sent right up to alex’s text box. and let me tell you guys, there is nothing like getting scanned for the first time. a har, you’re gonna love it. now over here is the favorites section, where you’ll find all the most popular emo gees. and of course, you’ll find my cube here. whoo. you are smooth. just doing my duty. ha ha ha! what did i say? come on, tell me you aren’t just a little bit tempted? steven, for the last time, i don’t want to buy a timeshare. come on, man, it’s high five! you know me! i’m a favorite! Alex hasn’t picked you in weeks. when he stops picking you, you’re no longer a favorite. there’s gotta be some sort of mistake, i mean, look at me, i’m an attractive, hand-giving high five! oh! fistbump! come on in! hey, ladies! FISTBUMP? he’s a knucklehead! literally! look at him, I can look like that! ugh, ow, cramp.. big mistake.. oh… help me.. help up a hand.. oh… here you go… thanks mate… hey, little man, how about you create a distraction, and i’ll just slip under the rope! uh, oh, is someone lost? smiler, hiya, just leaving. yeah, you know, just killing time before i go back to my cube in the far corner where Alex can’t even See Me ANYMORE! you may not be a favorite anymore, but you will always have a place, in a cube! yeah, in the nosebleeds… uh, i’m standing right here? words hurt. the most important thing I can tell you is to just be yourself… basically, happy itself… i am always smiling… places, please! emo gees to your cubes! attention, we’ve got incoming! gotta be meh, gotta be meh. oh my gosh, my own cube! i can’t believe it… oh, i could put a plant over here, and over here could go an inspirational calendar, okay, gotta be meh… look at our son get on there, i’m beaming… with pride! you don’t think he’ll actually get picked, do you? heiroglyphics. heiroglyphics was an ancient language of picture forms. does that remind anyone of anything. hello. a language of pictures… anyone? early heiroglyphics back in ancient… i gotta reply to addie’s text! what should i write? nothing! nothing? words aren’t cool. ok, be cool, be cool… alright, alex is not sure how he wants to play this… oh! i would really love it to be me! beam me up! beam me up! i need thumbs up on standby! oh yeah! thumbs up is going in! wait! alex is changing his mind! he’s moving! ok, looks like it’s gonna be meh… i’m so nervous, i could almost shrug. we are go for meh! initiating scan! okay, you can do this. ah! i can’t do this! i can’t do it! stop the scan! i can’t, it’s too late! oh! what’s he doing? he’s making the wrong face! good for him, little… wait, what? ugh. abort, abort! oh, shi… shut it down, shut it down! ah! what is that emoji? all the emo gees present, evacuate the cube! evacuate the cube! i gotta get out of here! i’m trying! oh, jeez. sorry, everybody. that is not what i meant to do! i kinda.. i kinda panicked.. are you even a meh at all? uh, who, me? like you are, is a malfunction! a malfunction? no, i can be meh, just give me one more chance? you know what would be really fun? a board meeting, where we can find out what to do with you! i just wanted to be useful, you know, fit in! now everybody’s calling me a malfunction. i am a malfunction. even if you are a malfunction, gene, your mom and dad still love ya. i knew you weren’t ready. let’s get you out of here and take you home. one day, all of this will blow over, and everyone will almost forget about what you did. until then, you should probably stay locked up in the apartment. wait, you’re gonna hide me away? you’re embarrased of me. it’s for your own safety. we’re trying to protect you, son. gene, where are you going? i’m not going to run away from this. i’m an emoji, and, even though i’m not exactly sure which one… i’ve gotta have some sort of purpose here, i know it. gene, no! sweetie, please! so, how’d it go, gavel? hey, lightbulb, tell me what’s going on in there. what… poop… what is it? tell me turd, tell me truth. what happened? i know it was an accident. we all have accidents you’re so soft, poop. not too soft, i hope. i came up here to defend myself, but, uh, you seem pretty happy. so, good news? i’m always happy. oh, right, yeah, truth. but the only thing that could ever make me unhappy, is if one of our emo gees has made a mistake. which would cause alex to lose faith in the phone… and then, our whole gets wiped out! smiler, i devil pinky swear promise to you that i will never, ever make a mistake in the cube again. oh, we know you won’t, gene. we know you won’t! ha ha, you know, the first time you said it it sounded genuine, but then you repeated it, and, and then, now it’s weird. we’re setting you up! with our best anti virus bots! so they’ll, like, uh, they’ll just, they’re gonna fix me? actually, delete you. but yes! wait, what? if you get deleted, you don’t have to worry about department heads, or the future, or lying about being a malfunction! because you’re deleted, right? right! good job! bots! no! stop, he’s escaped! party time! oh, wait a minute… the air is better here! beer, tea… i’m coffee! sorry… ish… so ish e. my old cube! ugh, pinkeye. mike! my name’s not mike… ah! there’s AV bots coming! what, me? just because i’m in the wrong section? holy toledo! what do we do? quick! this way! let’s go! don’t tell anyone you’re about to see this. they’ll never find us down here. where are we? the basement? nope. welcome to the loser lounge, where the emo gees who never get used, hang out. go fish! fishcake with swirls sweep so you won’t cry. sweep so you won’t cry. sweep so you won’t cry. i almost got deleted! me! high five! hey, what’s up high five? they weren’t trying to delete you, they were trying to delete me. you? what’s so important about you that they’d send out an entire team of bots? they say… i’m a malfunction. gasp oh, you bringing malfunctions in here now, high five? for crying out loud, abandoned luggage, that had better not be my leftover chinese food… uh… what chinese food? huh ha! do you have any idea what it’s like to be living large? hashtag blessed? the favorite of the favorites, and then demoted to this pit of despair? here, will you hit my callouses for me? at least you’re a working emoji, that’s all i ever wanted. well, if that’s all it will take you to be satisfied, then just find a hacker and get reprogrammed. it’s not that complicated. where would i find a hacker? in the piracy app, duh. ugh. and who took my clear nail polish? piracy app? to get there, i mean, i have to leave textopolis. so? i’ve done it. would you be a brother. one of the princess emo gees left the phone altogether, now she lives on the cloud… mmm… ooh, that is good. i’m sure the hacker that helped her do that could easily reprogram you. The name’s jailbreak. jailbreak? that’s great? reprogrammed. i just need to get reprogrammed, and then i can finally be the meh i was meh to be! help me find that hacker high five, will you? please? maybe this hacker can help you, too? like, rewrite some code? get you into the favorites sections? wait a minute! ow. i’ve been trying to use my charisma and sensitive entitlement to get me back on top when all I need is a hacker! today’s your lucky day! let’s roll! hey, can i come too? talk to the hand, bretheren. i thought i was… bye, felicia. ciao, fishcake with swirls. daddy’s headed back to the VIPs where he belongs! wait, what about the bots? good point, good point. ow, ow ow, ow… hey… i shouldn’t have picked the cactus. i shouldn’t have picked it. you didn’t even try to get the tree, it’s baffling. let’s go. high five? hello? high five! where are you? i’m right here! here we are! end of the text aisle. no way. come on, gene, it’s perfectly safe! ah! gene, help me! high five! oh no, this is all my fault, high five, I… i’m just messing with you! it’s just one of those rubber finger monster puppets from the eighties, i collected the whole set! alright, you coming? uh, what do i do? what do you mean? just take a step through the other side. this, is it. the next time i come back here, i’ll be a real meh. high five? woah! are you finished? where, where are we? welcome… to the wallpaper! wow. this place is incredible! each app is a whole new world. ow, that’s my face, get off my face, thank you. what is this place? WeChat! it’s like a whole other world! oh, it is. what are they? they’re bubble pups, they might be cute, but man, are they clean. bubble pups? they’re stickers, gene, try to get with the program? this is so cool! wait, what’s in that one! everybody’s talking about themselves! how does he know so many people? none of these people know him, but they like him, and that’s what matters in this life, popularity. uh, i, i think i’d rather just have a real friend. a real friend? how’s that going to get you anywhere? what you need are fans! they give you complete and unrelenting support! as long as you’re on top. poor gene, i blame myself. i blame you, too. i just wanted to be supported. you just wanted a vacation. you take that back, mel. bots, they haven’t found gene by now. he must have skipped town. you mean the wallpaper? our boy’s on the run. how about we find him ourselves? yeah, sure. tell those bots to follow those mehs. i’m sure they’ll know about all those freaky deaky apps Gene would hide out in. i’m really good at making plans, you guys, right? here we are, the piracy app! this is where we’ll find jailbreak. um, but this is, the dictionary app. that’s just what alex wants his parents to think. this is called a skin. really? what could a teenage boy possibly want to hide from his parents? just try to keep up, this place can get a little rough. ahoy mateys, look who’s back! high five! i’m a bit of a celebrity here, always welcome. ow! loser! come on, follow me. oh, great, emo gees! i thought the conversation just got dumber. ugh, internet trolls, just ignore them. eventually, they’ll get a job, or a girlfriend, or some sort of purpose in life, and then they’ll stop. virus, we’ll just, we’ll just walk over this way… hi! it’s so great to see you again! do i know you? it’s spam! just sign here and i can get you special discounts on vitamins and coupon offers that can save you up to 25 percent! 25 percent? nonono no no, don’t get sucked in! back off, spam! it’s the only way to do it. back off! thank you very much! you can illegally download our CD right here! hey, trojan horse, how are you? yeah, what’ll it be had? i’ll have a bottle of… hack, daniels, hmm? maybe with a plate of… cheese, and hackers, kapeesh? you try to buy a hacker, you can just ask, you know. oh, sorry, um, yes. we’re looking for a hacker named jailbreak. oh, i know a guy who could hook you up. right over there. oh, yes. patable. no, not him. her! wait, he’s a she? hey! jailbreak! mind if we join in? yes. that’s the thing about the internet, is that you never know if someone’s being ironic or sincere. i sincerely, unironically want you to go away. ha ha ha ha, so good… so here’s the thing, my friend gene here has a little problem. well, see, i’m supposed to be a meh, but i don’t really feel… yeah, yeah, and we thought that you could help… the princess, you know, off the phone… woah, hold up, that’s not a meh face. bots, they’re after me! how are you doing that? look, it’s just something that i can do, can you help us? follow me. bots, delete my history! i need to wipe my entire hard drive! i made the most delicious cinnamon buns! maybe if there was something to uh, jog my memory? come on! move! hey trolls, wipe our mailbox wearing a tuxedo! hi, it’s so great to see you again! this tunnel will get us out of here! move! get us out of here! move! did that cloud taste sweet to you? ow. ow. ow. help me. help, i’m stuck! sweet motherboard! where am i? candy crush! get me out of here! hey, cornface! try getting him out the top! already on it! hold tight, gene! woah! woah! this feels very off.. and smells. i mean, it smells delicious, but, i still don’t like it! the game obviously thinks you’re a candy, even though you’re, weirdly misshapen, you know? what do i do? stay very still! don’t worry, we’ve got your back! right, high five? hey, fingers! you wanna focus? for your information, i happen to have a sugar addiction, and it’s a very, serious… hey, finger head, we have to get Gene out of the game without blowing him up! i don’t want to blow up! we have to match up the candies so that Gene will drop to the bottom. and we can’t match him with any yellows, or else… oh! don’t do that, please don’t do that. watch. got it? knock 3 in a row, don’t blow gene up, got it. and, we have to be careful. yeah yeah yeah. careful! woo hoo! candy! yo! no no no! don’t do yellow! do NOT do the yellow! i said careful! hey, addie! i… i was just wondering, if, you are… tasty. what? um… delicious. excuse me? sweet. hey addie! uh… hi nikki. see you later, alex sugar crush. ah! i’m so over this. Wireless Repair Service, how may I help you? i’d like to make an appointment. it’s like this phone is playing games with me! woah! hey, what does this do? get me out of here! ooh… suck it in… stop it… stop it… ow ow ow… it’s not working! well, there’s one option left. we line you up with the yellows. but you said not to do that! special candies get transported to that jar. the game might think that you’re a special candy. and… what if it doesn’t think i’m a special candy? well… ah! jailbreak, hello? hello, jailbreak? uh, sorry. what if it doesn’t think i’m a special candy? oh, i’m not too worried about it. alright, just do it. gene, gene! you’re alive! you were trying to see if i had somehow turned into candy, weren’t you? yes i was. and you have not! hey, looks like something popped up on alex’s calender. ah, i’m sure it’s nothing. uh, alex made an appointment at the phone store? calm down, everyone, calm down. don’t worry, everything is fine. maybe alex just wants to buy some accessories. uh, his appointment is with techinical support. well, i’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to figure this out. uh, his appointment is for tomorrow. then maybe it’s just for some routine maintenance? uh, actually, it’s to erase the phone. listen, gene, i’m about to become your knight in shining armor. you are? oh yeah. but first, we need to get uploaded to the cloud. that’s where we’ll find the source code to reprogram you. the… cloud? isn’t that off the phone? ding dingding ding! you got it! mmhm, yeah, the cloud! off the phone! uh! we’re in candy crush, oz, i know a shortcut to just dance, which is right next to dropbox, where we can get uploaded to the cloud. mmhm, of course, just go dive into the dropbox and vroom! hold up, here’s the stinker. before they let us into the cloud, we have to get past this… firewall. the firewall uses face identification. it’s really annoying, because i’ve already tried to get through. guessed wrong once, and now i’m locked out for life. locked out for life? you’re thinking, because i can make different faces, the firewall will think i’m different emo gees! yeah, i wanted to say it, because it was my idea. you know, women are always coming up with stuff that men are taking credit for. you know what, well, let’s hit the road. high five, you coming? i’m coming! why do i always think i’m going to come around on black licorice? ah! oh! my precious… move it! sudden death, here we come! let’s try this one… you tube? wow, what an original treat, and i don’t even need a remote. that guy is so expressive. he reminds me of gene. yes, something’s really wrong here. our son is a malfunction, and you should have never let him go into that cube. don’t blame me for that now, i am hopping mad at you. see? mary, i think we’re being followed, but don’t overreact. uh oh. i told you not to overreact. what are you doing now? i could be in there for hours. hey, where are you going. i think we should go our seperate ways, mel. i thought i knew the meh that i married, but maybe i don’t. but, mary? this tunnel will help us avoid the bots. thanks for helping us. it’s really, really nice of you. NPD, dude. you’re helping me! move along, move it, why so slow? high five, stop, why are you getting so close? back off. i can’t stop now, i’m having a sugar rush! i’m going to go around you. if i stop moving, my heart’s going to explode! coming through, jailbreak! watch out! hey! watch it, knuckle butt! i can’t feel my face! ha ha! jailbreak, you said back there that i’m… helping you. i’ve been trying to get past that firewall for months! ha ha ha ha ha, come on, come on, the faster we go, the faster I can become a favorite! ah ha ha ha ha ha! woo hoo! look at me i just want to bounce out of here, get off the phone, and live on the cloud! hee hee! ow! what just happened! you know, you don’t like it here? there are so many rules here! what is up with that? the cloud’s supposed to be amazing, it’s full of dreams too… oh, sugar crash. i can’t hold on anymore. catch me, gene, catch me! and you can be whoever you want! thanks. we’re free! come on! oh, oh my gosh, my hands are sweating. you know what, come to think of it, i don’t really remember there ever being a hacker emoji. oh, um, you know, you’re taking too much of my brain space, let’s try to keep the chit chat to a minimum. ooh, someone likes you. what are you talking about? this just like when peace sign gave me just one finger, i knew she was in love with me. let’s go! ugh, i’m never eating another piece of candy ever again… high-five, don’t do it! don’t you do it! it’s already been in there once. don’t do it. wow. move it! are my fingers getting fat? i’ll tell you what, this bandage wasn’t so tight before. okay, we get through this app, and dropbox is right on the other side. we just need to keep it super DL in here. and no matter what, we can’t, turn it, on. OMG this turned it on! what? i’m a hand, it’s a big red button! woah. no no no no! what’s happening! welcome to just dance! follow my moves and you get to move forward! do the wrong moves and you get an X! three strikes and you’re out! out? what does she mean by out? digital death. thanks to you, fingers, now we’re going to have to dance our way out. which is alright with me, because I can shake it like michael. or michael’s glove, anyway. Are you ready to daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnccccccee? this is bad, gene, i can’t dance, i got no groove! come on, everybody can dance! not me, okay? i’m really stiff… see? you don’t… understand? okay, no no. stop, stop. you have to stop. i see now what you are saying? just follow her moves. ready to dance in three! this i can’t do! two! dude! just shut up and… dance! i’m just doing it! hee hee! shamon! jailbreak! i got you! look, just do the music, express yourself! dance? yeah, you got it! now throw some sauce on that dance burrito! woo hoo! i’m doing it! i’m finally nailing this dance! you got it! hee hee! oh ho ho! great job! now you’re moving on to free dance! impress us with your moves to move forward! more dancing? you’re killing it, gene! nice! take it gene! you can break it! wait a minute! i’ve never seen that dance before! what’s it called? the emoji… bob? i love it! you do! everybody! do the emojiiiiiiiiiii bob! ha ha ha! woo! oh! princess! woah! you’re the princess emoji! you never got off the phone! new player! who? oh no! we gotta go! no worry, they’re robots, they can’t dance! downloading thought protocol… can’t dance, he says. heh. hey alex, you gonna dance for us? alex, that’s extra homework for you. yeah, alex’s getting wicked, ha ha ha… alex must be deleting the app! watch out! we gotta get out of here! come on! hoo! this song is my jam! high five! come on! let’s go! hurry! gene! i got you! gene! gene… hey, wait a minute, where’s high five? alex trashed the app.. and high five right along with it. wait, what? wait, trashed? high five is in the trash? he wanted to dance… but, i knew it was a bad idea… i’m so sorry… we gotta get him out of there. gene, dropbox is right here, we have to get to the cloud! and the trash is on the other side of the phone! we don’t know how many other bots are out there! i’m sorry! no, wait! i can’t go without high five. i don’t care how far away it is. gene… that’s my friend down there. i’m not going to just let him get deleted. what, what is it? i’ve always just thought, you’ve got to look out for number one… but what good is it to be number one, if there aren’t any other numbers? wow, okay. i’m sorry, this is, this is my malfunction, i just, i can’t be meh about anything, this is why i’m going to be reprogrammed. well, actually, it’s kinda cool. wait, really? no, i think i know a shortcut. we can take the music streams in spotify. let’s go give that big hand a hand. come on! now it’s trashed the just dance app, and our bots are offline, and it’s giving me a real headache… i am so angry! i really need to stay happy. can we please lighten the mood? no one can resist la fiesta! ole! not that happy. ow! we’ve only got four hours before alex’s phone appointment. if they find a malfunction on the phone, we are all going to be wiped! she said wiped! aim higher, steven. i didn’t want to have to do this, but it is fun to press buttons. the illegal upgrade! now that makes me happy! ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! i just want to dance.. dance… argh! quiet, you saucy gypsy. ugh, where am i? hi! it’s so great to see you again! you’re in the trash, fingers for brains! get away from me, troll! hi! it’s so great to see you again! i’ve got to get out of here. you can’t! and at the end of the day, the trash gets emptied, and we’re all going to die! oh no, no, no! this is the last face you will ever see! this is spotify? yep, every one of those streams is a different song. is it safe? are you sure that this is a good idea? that’s the point of the wave, dude! can we at least pick a… a colorless stream? okay buzzkill… alex, a bunch of people are hitting the promenade, and i think addie might be there, too… that’s perfect! i have an appointment down there, anyway! i’ve got to get this phone fixed! hey, bubble butt! yeah. ah, much better. so, i gotta ask, is it true that when a princess whistles, birds fly down from the skies.. hello, stereotype, that is a complete and total myth! i’m sorry. did you realize that in the first emoji set, a woman can either be a princess, or a bride? that’s why I need to get to the cloud, where you can be whatever you want to be! get ready! whale song coming! wait, wait, whale what? whale song! from alex’s biology DVD! woah! wow! woah! ha ha ha ha. you’re not going to see that sitting around in a cube. funny, you went out of the cube, and I went in. gene, that means you can’t be yourself. what’s the point? you know, i think you’re pretty cool just the way you are. we’re, we’re going to need this. nobody knows, the touchscreen dramascene. nobody knows my screenshot… trash? me? i used to be somebody. here i am, in an old email Alex never sent. addie, blah blah blah blah blergh… and then there’s me! high five! right there! doing my job! FYI, nobody cares about you. just leave me, troll, and let me die! in this dump alone! let me look for the world’s smallest violin in here, so that you can play it! is that the hand angel of mercy? has she finally come for me? give me your hand! i mean, give me yourself! take my hand, angel! i’m ready to take my place amongst the other great hands of the past. it’s me, gene! gene? the one and only. gene! i got him! take me with you! high five! let go of me! you’d leave me down here? you were wrong, troll, people do care about me! and i’m not upset, troll! do you see how not upset I am? gene! you came back for me! you saved me… it wasn’t just me, jailbreak helped, too. she’s a hugger. give her a squeeze. oh, nonono no. not really, nothing great. i’m not feeling your feelings, relieve me! you filthy trolls, I inhaled your stench, and I was once one of you, so I feel your pain. so now, go. be free! smooth sailing from here. huh ha ha! ugh. gene! gene… gene? are you insta gramming? oh, where is my gene… oh, mary, you’ve really done it this time. no, you haven’t. mel? what are you doing in alex’s trip to france album? i was looking for you. none of this is your fault, mary. it’s mine. what do you mean? is that a tear on your cheek? it’s my fault gene is the way he is. i have other expressions, too. i think they’ve just been buried away. but with gene going missing, and thinking i might have lost you, too… oh, mel, why didn’t you tell me? i didn’t know myself. right now, i’m so overwhelmed with passionate feelings for you. mary, my love for you burns with the intensity of a red hot flame. oh, i like it. let’s go find our son. together. we’ll always have paris, mary. so you’re a princess. so you have a little tiara, very fancy. is it true when a princess whistles, birds fly that’s what i said! no, guys, that’s a stupid myth! what awkward virgin haven are you living in? go read an e-book! educate yourself! uh, jailbreak? what the? what is that? smiley must have upgraded her bots! let’s get out of here before it… hi, do you remember me, it’s smiler! i’m coming to you live from the amphitheater, why don’t you come back to textopolis and we can talk through our differences, okay? my friend here will escort you, alright, i’m gonna see you soon, buddy, bye now! we’re actually going to delete them in front of everyone. psst, it’s still on. it’s still on? oh! jiminy, attack the frauds! seperate! take a look! jailbreak! gene! this way! it’s still onto me! over here! let’s go! we have to make it to dropbox! yes! no! go low! woah! don’t worry, it can’t get in. it’s illegal malware, and this app is secure. come on. welcome to dropbox! you are about to leave the phone. remain seated, please! permanecer sentados por favor! might want to hang on! why do they call it dropbox, anyway? oh, this is why! i see why now! i’d better not see that candy corn again! we made it! you guys, chill. we still have to get past… that. oh… shaw. welcome to the firewall, how may I help you? alright, here goes! what should I do? sit in the corner, and don’t say a word. keep those soft fingers to yourself. yes, your majesty, princess of nightmares! now gene, step onto the password icon, and i’ll feed you the passwords. okay. okay. ten, eleven, two thousand and two. ten, eleven, two thousand and two. ow. cough. access denied. okay, try a different expression. is it going to blast me every time i messed up? yeah, kind of. what do you mean kind of? ready? welcome to the firewall. his favorite food. chimichangas! chimichangas? ow. access denied. huh. this might take a while. oh boy. krav maga! krav maga. major lazer! major lazer. what did i do now? ow. skate, or die! access denied. denied. denied. denied. i don’t get it! we’ve tried all of the important things in alex’s life! his favorite pet, his sport, his favorite grandma… i’m sorry, gene. i let us all down. now, if I had to come up with a password, I’d probably use the name of a girl I like. i’ve been all over the phone! he’s never mentioned a girl. yes he has! hi. when I was in the trash, I read a very interesting email, but, i’m just a dunce, in the corner, forbidden to speak… what email? sorry, what? what email? uh, took it out, at school, he was declaring his feelings of love for her, i guess instead of sending it he tossed it in the trash. high five, this is very important. what is her name? her name, yes! excellent question. it… was… tina. karen. marge. lint, lindsay. ack, allison. sarah, or, lupita. i want to say lupita, but that doesn’t feel right, now i’m saying it out loud. ugh.. gotta find that email, i think i can access the trash. i got it! addie! yes! yes, that’s it, addie! i knew i’d get there! dear addie, you and I, we are like diamonds in the sky. you’re a shooting star I see. a vision, ecstacy. shining bright like a diamond. he used a high-five, see? guess now we know why he trashed it. ooh, shade. guys, should we try this? addie! access granted. oh snap. this place, is, amazing. wow, i can’t believe it. woah. one little emoji could sure get lost in a place like this. i… i guess we should, make you, a meh before that bot comes back home. oh, oh, so we’re gonna do that now. we had a deal, right? yeah, okay. right. i, uh, guess i’ll start hacking. ha! we did it, gene! all our dreams are coming true! i’ll be alex’s favorite again, and you’ll be a real meh! ha ha, yeah! do the hand dance. do the hand dance. and pinky. pop it with the pinky. pop it with the pinky. yeah, but this all seems kinda super fast now, doesn’t it? i didn’t expect to be having these feelings right now. well, maybe you should go and express them while you still can. so, uh, i’ve been thinking, um, ever since we. jailbreak, you’re the coolest, most interesting emoji i’ve ever met. and, after all the adventures that we’ve had, i’m just not sure that i want all of that to go away. because, my feelings, right now, are, like, huge. i just think that they could be enough for me to want to stay the way that I am. if it means that i could stay here, with you, like, forever. forever and ever. and ever. maybe longer than that, even? like in the fairy tales. uh… wait, wuh, what is that? gene, if this is about you deciding not to be meh, then, i am all about that. i like you just the way you are, but i had a plan. right. i’m not just some princess, gene, waiting for my prince. i mean, uh, what you said was beautiful, but, gene… ha ha ha! you’re all… meh! the source code worked! turns out I didn’t need it. for the first time in life, meh is all I feel. oh! gene! i have an appointment. i’m a little early. no prob. i can take you right now. jailbreak! ah! don’t do that! that freaking huge bot has got gene back inside the phone! what? he left being more meh than the meh-est meh face i’ve seen! what did you say to him? it’s what I didn’t say. we gotta go get him. how are we going to get there in time before he gets deleted? ugh.. i can’t believe i’m doing this. you tell anyone you saw this and I’ll crack more than those knuckles. woah. birds do like princesses! it’s not a myth! it’s not a myth at all! what happened with becoming a favorite? because i’d rather have one real friend. let’s go get him. i can’t wait to see that emoji’s face! look at that expression! is that for realizing that you’ve put all of textopolis at risk? causing Alex to question our reliability? hmm? hey, now that’s going too far, even for me! if we could delete this malfunction, before he gets dissapointed, Alex will realize there’s nothing wrong with the phone. and any last words? meh. well, it’s too late for that. delete him! wait! you delete gene, you’ll have to delete me, too. what? i have the same malfunction gene has. dad? oh gosh, i don’t know what to do! yes i do! BOTS! sorry misses meh. wow. i did not see that one coming. smiler, I think you might be making too much stink out of all this. oh really? how about you’re next? i was wrong, gene. i should have believed in you all along. oh, what a touching daddy son reunion moment! it reminds me of the time I deleted you both! oh wait! that’s this time! delete the two malfunctions! How’s that for an entroof gasp oh, great. I can’t reach! oh no! what did you do to my beautiful monst Ow my tooth! hand, button! jailbreak? oh, gene… you really are a meh… what happened to looking out for number one? being number one doesn’t matter if there aren’t any other numbers. alex’s appointment! he’s deleting the phone! nononono no no no no! show me alex. are you sure you want to delete everything? do it! red alert! alex, no! game over. fellas, i’m afraid this is the last call. dude, addie’s here. you should go over. every time I try, i screwed up! i don’t even know how to tell her how I feel! if we help alex connect to addie, maybe he won’t delete us. i might be able to bypass the wipe and get a text through to him. but we’ll only have time to send one. maybe I should go! he has love in his eyes. send me! alex looks nervous, too! he’s more shy than nervous! stop! it’s gene. he’s all of those things! emo gees should only be one thing! oh, really? gasp the princess! linda? not now, mom! gene, you got this. that’s not me anymore. but I have to try. it’s starting! no! it’s ending! almost in? working on it! mom? dad? no.. i’m in! last time I was in this cube I screwed everything up. gene, why do you think I came back? it’s because of you. me. it’s all inside of you, gene. just try to bring it back. and do you. high five! i don’t want to wave goodbye! it’s now or never, gene! jailbreak, now! woah! she got this emoji! no way! hey, i got your text! that’s one super cool emoji! i know, right? a lot of feelings in one! i get it! i like that you’re one of those guys who actually expresses feelings! yeah, that’s me! so, do you think you cou yes, i’d love to go to the dance with you. we made it! oh, i could have lost you, peter pinky finger… oh, you wretchy ring finger, even you, tiberius thumb… change your mind? yeah, maybe it’s weird, but i’m going to hold onto it. gene, you did it! you saved us all! oh, mel… gee hee eene! gee hee hee heene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! and us! and high five! and high five! and high five! and high five! hey, what happened, gene? slap me some skin! and a little orange for the pinky! hey high five! save a little hand for later! unless you know the hamburger! back on top of the hand pile! you’re not on the list! wait, what? what’s going on? ha! from now on, everyone is welcome! wait, what is all this? it’s for you, gene! everybody! the emoji bob! this is so jazzy… go eggplant! go eggplant! go eggplant! we are out of Alex’s pocket, emo gees! this is not a butt dial! to your cubes! are we up and running? roger that. good, because we got incoming! looks like it’s gonna be gene. hey gene, ready to try out your new cube? in 3, 2…
SUMMARY: Y/N and Ben are finally trying to tell each other how they feel- it just takes a little more effort and time than expected.
A/N: in honor of ben winning his tony !!! this is my first time writing for a deh cast member and tbh it makes me really nervous but i hope you guys like this !! it was originally longer but the whole got deleted so i had to rewrite it (which was very frustrating) enjoy!
Y/N wasn’t mad that she didn’t get to go to the Tony Awards with Ben. In fact, when he asked her she had declined. She didn’t like being in big crowd, and being with him would make her on the receiving end of a lot of unwanted attention. She was perfectly content to sit on her couch and cheer her friends on inside her small apartment. She clapped and whooped each time Dear Evan Hansen won an award, but she screamed the loudest when Ben won his. She hadn’t doubted for a second that he would win, but seeing him standing on that stage, trying not to cry and giving his beautiful speech, it was hard not to be excited. Plus, Ben had promised that if celebrating was in order, then they would celebrate the day after with just the two of them. She thought it was a much better idea to have Ben all to herself rather than standing with him in front of a bunch of cameras.
And he held true to his promise. The day after the Tonys there was music blasting in Y/N’s apartment as her and Ben made cookies and danced crazily. The entirety of the tiny complex was filled to the brim with joy. As Y/N went to get bowls for the both of them for the ice cream that had set out, Ben snatched her hand and twirled her around. She laughed loudly as they started to sway and bounce win time to the music. He was holding her like they were at a high school dance. More than that, he was holding her like they were at a high school dance together.
The thing about Ben winning the Tony was that Olivia had offered Y/N a deal: if Ben won, she would have to tell him that she liked him in more than just a friendly way. She hadn’t taken the deal, because she’d known that the chances of him winning were too high and she wasn’t ready to tell him yet. She wasn’t ready to risk nine years of friendship just because she had some stupid crush that wouldn’t go away. But standing there with his hand resting on her back and his eyes staring into hers, she was considering it. It would be so easy to just let the words slip and relieve her of the weight that’d been sitting on her shoulders for years. Their dancing started to slow until they had stopped moving all together.
But he was still holding her. If she wasn’t mistaken, his grip was tightening. And she was almost positive that he was leaning, because she sure as hell was. They were so close, definitely closer than they’d been when they started dancing. Just a little bit more space to cover and they would’ve been kissing.
Except then the oven went off and they sprung apart. Ben rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and stumbled over his words. “Right, um, the cookies! We have to get the cookies.”
His voice shocked Y/N out of her trance and she plastered a smile on her face and nodded. They spent the rest of the evening eating and watching The Wizard of Oz, a safe distance away from each other.
It wasn’t until after Ben had left and Y/N was laying in bed that it hit her - He’d been leaning in. Ben had been about to kiss her just as much as she’d been about to kiss him. She couldn’t have imagined that, could she? He had been getting closer, hadn’t he? If he had…. Well, if he had, that changed everything.
Ben was a bit confused while getting ready the day after he’d been at Y/N’s. He had gone over confident, ready to tell her how he felt, but then he just kept putting it off. And then they were dancing. And then they weren’t. And then he’d been leaning in - and he was pretty sure she had been doing the same. It was the perfect opportunity. And, really, standing there with her and watching her smile like that and her eyes dazzle, how could he resist?
Except they hadn’t kissed, and from then on they kept an achingly big distance between them. He hadn’t told her how he felt. Will and Mike were going to give him hell for it, he was sure, but more than that it completely diminished his confidence.
Sure enough, as soon as he walked into the theater Will and Mike were by his side.
“Did you tell her?” Will asked, smiling widely. Ben glanced over at Mike to see that he was wearing a matching smile.
“You didn’t do it, did you?” Mike sighed.
“I tried! But I just…. couldn’t.” He let his shoulders sag as a frown found its way into his face.
“You gotta do it sometime, buddy, and today’s as good a day as any,” Will spoke as he and Mike started to walk away.
“You can do it!” Mike cheered. Ben smiled slightly at his friends encouragements, but there was still the weight of not having told her resting on his shoulders. He’d made a deal with Mike and Will that if he won the Tony he would tell Y/N how he felt, but he’d only agreed to it because he didn’t think he was going to win.
The idea of possibly ruining what he had with Y/N absolutely petrified him.
Y/N made it a priority to come to the theater at least once a week to visit everyone. Usually, the first thing she did when she arrived was find Ben and greet him if he wasn’t too busy. This time was different. This time she sprinted through the halls, desperately hoping she wouldn’t run into Ben, until she made it to Laura’s dressing room. She’d already texted Laura, Kristolyn, and Olivia that she needed to talk to them, so she knew they were all waiting for her. The moment she opened the door their eyes were on her.
“Hey, Y/N! What’s this big thing you have to talk about?” Laura asked cheerfully.
“It’s about Ben.” The minute she said it the atmosphere changed. All three girls (and most of the cast and crew) knew about Y/N’s crush on Ben, and they could tell from the nervous look on her face that what she was going to say wasn’t necessarily good news. They waited silently in anticipation.
“Last night he came over for a mini Tony celebration, just the two of us. But while he was there we were dancing and he had his arm around me and then we stopped dancing and I was pretty sure he was going to kiss me but now I’m doubting it because the oven went off so it didn’t happen and I’m not entirely sure if he was actually going to kiss me, but I really wanted him to, you know? Not to mention that now that I’ve started thinking about it I can’t stop and I’m kind of concerned that I might need someone to physically restrain me from kissing him when I see him.”
She panted slightly from having talked so fast as they stared at her in shock. Suddenly, Olivia squealed. “He was going to kiss you? That’s amazing!” Y/N opened her mouth to explain that no, that was stressful, but she was cut off.
“If you’re expecting us to restrain you, don’t count on it,” Kristolyn piped in.
“Oh yeah, I’m not contributing to anything that keeps you two from finally getting together,” Laura grinned. Her friends were excited about this, she realized. That was a bit annoying, but also kind of endearing. She sat down as they started talking about her and Ben, dishing out advice on how to tell him how she felt about him.
Ben knocked nervously in Rachel’s dressing room door. She opened it with a smile and he mustered on up in return, but let it drop when the anxiousness began to take over his expression again.
“Could I talk to you?” He asked. “You know, fake son to fake mom?” She looked him over with concern as she let him in. He wasn’t even in costume and he looked more like Evan than he did Ben.
“What’s wrong, honey?” She asked worriedly.
“It’s about a girl….” He trailed off and her face lit up. She knew as well as everyone that if Ben was having girl troubles it was about Y/N, and if there were troubles that meant that something had finally happened.
“I was over at Y/N’s last night and I almost did it. I almost kissed her, told her that I loved her, the whole deal. I didn’t get to, but I still want to - I just don’t know how. Every time I’m with her I just can’t do it.” He looked at her pleadingly and she gave him a small smile.
“This is gonna sound like really bad advice, but you’ve just got to tell her, Ben. Start talking, and once you do, trust me, you won’t be able to stop. I’ve seen the way you are with her, you’ve got a lot to say.” Ben nodded with confidence and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and a thank you. And then he was out the door and on his way to find Y/N.
Y/N was sitting in Ben’s dressing room a little while before the show. She’d been slightly avoiding Ben all day, but now she was waiting for him. Though half of her hoped he wouldn’t be stopping by before the show started. She knew it had to happen the next time she saw him, but it terrified her.
She looked up, startled, when the door opened and closed quickly. Suddenly, Ben was in the room with her. He leaned against the door and sighed, running a hand over his face with his eyes closed. When he opened them he made a noise of surprise at Y/N’s presence and she smiled softly at him. She couldn’t help what he did to her - he made everything seem better. When they were together everything seemed easier.
“How long have you been here? I’ve been looking all over for you,” He said. He looked nervous, and Y/N wondered if he was already in character or if he was genuinely anxious about something.
“Not too long, I’ve been all around today. I wanted to see you before the show, though.” He smiled at the thought of her waiting in hopes of seeing him.
“That’s good, I actually have something I wanted to talk to you about.” He looked over at her and she watched him expectantly. “Um, Rachel said I should just start talking, so - uh - here goes nothing.” He took a deep breath, and then began to speak.
“We’ve been friends for a really long time, and I think it’s probably time that you should know - the first time I ever saw you I stopped breathing. You looked so gorgeous. You literally took my breath away, and you still do - every day. One time - and I can’t even remember what we were laughing about - but we were in your apartment and laughing like crazy. We couldn’t stop. I remember looking around and thinking ‘I could do this for the rest of my life. I could spend the rest of my life laughing with you and I’d be happy. I’d be so happy.’ And then I looked over at you, and you looked so beautiful. You always look so beautiful. I looked at you, and it hit me. And I sat there thinking 'wow, so this is what being in love feels like.’” He laughed nervously, avoiding looking at her, scared that she might be disgusted or be looking at him with pity.
“Y/N,” he took another deep breath and looked her in the eyes. She was staring at him with wonder, but he couldn’t tell if she was happy or not. “I am so completely in love with you.”
The silence was painful. Deafening. The silence made it clear to him that he’d ruined it. He’d messed everything up. He looked down at his shoes to avoid having to look at her.
“I love you too.” His head snapped up as her voice reached his ears. She was smiling bigger than he’d ever seen and her eyes were filled with tears. “I can’t believe I came here to tell that I love you and you beat me to it,” she laughed. He stared at her in shock as she felt the happiness filling her up.
“Okay, real quick because I’ve been saying this in my head for a few hours now and I need to say it out loud: Ben, when I first met you I knew. I knew I wanted to be with you forever. Maybe platonically, maybe romantically - it didn’t really matter. But then it did. Then it did because every day I found something new about you that I loved. Every day I could feel myself falling in love, and it felt so damn good. Being in love with you makes me so happy.”
They were standing in front of each other smiling. And then he was leaning in, and then she was leaning in, and they were both one hundred percent positive that the other was doing it this time. Except then someone called out for Ben because the show was starting in only a few minutes.
He apologized profusely before running out and towards the stage. She smiled as she watched him go. She waited for the entire show in his dressing room. He didn’t make it back for intermission, but that was okay. Mostly because it was just around when intermission ended that she realized he had said something along the lines of wanting to spend the rest of his life with her.
When the show ended the cast were all grouped together backstage in their pre-show dance party hallway. They were all rushing with adrenaline from the show and the applause from the audience, excitedly talking. All except Ben - he was strangely quiet.
“Are you feeling okay?” Jennifer asked with a motherly type concern. He was about to respond when they heard shouts from down the hallway.
“Ben!” They all turned to see Y/N bounding down the hallway until she stopped in front in Ben, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry, just have to make sure, did you say you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” He nodded with a smile as everyone watched with wide eyes. “Oh, thank god,” she breathed.
And then her arms were around his neck and his were around her waist and they were finally kissing. Everybody was cheering by the time they pulled apart, and they both stared at each other with wide smiles.
Discreetly, Will, Mike, and Olivia high fived in the background of all the commotion.
on earth possessed you to come here? To think this was a good idea?” I
laugh, awkwardly scratching my elbow as I follow my friend inside this dodgy
strip club. We’re looking at possible to-do’s for another friend of ours her
bachelorette party, but as far as I’m concerned we haven’t gotten anywhere at
it’s the all too known cliché. Sophia lives for sappy clichés. This would be
the best thing about the whole day.” Sheila wiggles her eyebrows in my
direction as she walks further into the club.
personally believe you’re getting a knock out of me feeling
uncomfortable.” I groan, following behind her as I try to avert my gaze
from half naked ladies serving drinks. “As if you don’t enjoy the finesse
of a toned male figure.” She scolds me. All I can do is shrug my shoulders
as I slide into the bar stool beside her. “Of course, but if I’m willing
to pay to see one is a whole different ordeal.”
I see her
lips purse and I can’t help but grin. I didn’t mind going to a strip club but I
know Sheila would be blowing this way out of proportion. “Y/n, do me a
favour and give it a chance before you completely blow this off, alright?”
She turns to me and grasps my outstretched hand, squeezing it as she grants me
with her puppy dog eyes.
because you asked so nicely.” I laugh, clapping my hands together before
beckoning a waiter over. “Rum coke. Double. Thank you.” I immediately
mumble as she approaches us, making sure to make eye contact instead of staring
at her voluptuous bosom.
I see him
right away. Slight darker skin tone, carbon black messy hair and an arrogant
yet vibrant smile uncovering his pearly white teeth. He’s wearing nothing else
than a pair of boxers, and I can’t help but imagine him alongside Channing
Tatum in Magic Mike. He would fit right in - and I would’ve watched the shit
out of that movie.
us and grins slyly, slowly swaying his hips as he moves closer towards us.
nods his head as he approaches, Sheila’s eyes growing three times their normal
size - which is usually quite big already, might I add - as she gives the
mystery male a very thorough once over.
gives us the honour of having such nice ladies as you over this fine
evening?” The male speaks as his eyes twinkle underneath the dim lighting,
leaning against the freshly polished stage in front of us.
what you have to offer around here.” Sheila speaks without a hiccup,
making the blush rise on my cheeks. “Our friend is getting married and
we’re planning the bachelorette.” She adds, smirking before she throws me
a look, showing the male I am also involved in her shenanigans.
guess I’ll have to show you what we have to offer then. Calum Hood, lead dancer,
if I can put it like that.” He chuckles and I think it’s my new favourite
sound. If this were a movie, my eyes would be twinkling underneath the dim
lighting of this rather filthy strip club, and he would be smirking down at me.
Well, the last part was true.
mainly for my friend – we’re just the entourage.” I mumble, averting my gaze to
the table in front of me where my drink had appeared – something I hadn’t even
Calum slides onto the table, his muscular torso right in front of my wandering
eyes, “We do offer an arrangement for bridal parties. It’s a private room, a
few dancers if I’m not mistaken. Isn’t that expensive either.”
you think? Sounds like something Sophia would be happy with.” Sheila turns to
me, seeming unfazed by what was in front of us.
sure she’ll be happy with that? I mean…” I trail off, frowning and staring off
into the distance. I hear Calum scoff and I glance at him through the corner of
guess I’ll have to convince you, don’t I?” Calum mumbles before he raises to
his feet. He disappears to the side of the stage, while the lights dim. A new
tune starts playing and I momentarily jump in my seat when a harsh white
spotlight appears right before our eyes.
appears on stage and while he walks to the centre, he sways his hips to the
beat of the music. It’s mesmerizing to watch how he immediately takes over the
stage, owns it and seems to have fun
up there. He is in his comfort zone and that makes watching him all the more
mesmerized by his movements. It’s sensual, almost freeing and a real pleasure
for the eye. Now that I give it a second thought, I think this would be even
better if he was wearing more clothing so he could take it off. Just the
thought of him doing said clothing removal during the bachelorette party gets
my cheeks all tainted pink and a weird, unnerving feeling to erupt in my
It ends too
soon, in my opinion, and he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand as he
retreats to the back of the stage where he came from.
just a little bit of what you could expect.” Calum sighs as he stops right in
front of us again, sweat dripping from the side of his face as he smiles
brightly towards us. I bite my inner cheek as I try to suppress the grin that’s
growing onto my features, before I speak.
are you available in the third week of August?” I smirk, batting my eyelashes
as Calum lets out a loud laugh. “Then I guess you’ll see us again.” Sheila
smiles as her fingers curl around my arm, hoisting me up to my feet. “But for
now, we have to leave. We still have a lot of things to figure out, right Y/n?” Sheila gives me a pointed look,
smirk half hidden by the bad lighting. I feel the blush creep onto my cheeks as
I glance from Calum to my mate. “Uh, yeah, yeah you’re right.”
We bid our
goodbyes and I can’t help but glance back once more over my shoulder, seeing
Calum still staring at our retreating figures. The sun light is harsh on my
skin and I shield my eyes, trying to figure out where we were again.
definitely need to come back here.” I chuckle, cheeks tainted a bright red
as I avoid Sheila’s gaze. “Of course you think that now. ” She nudges
me in my ribs and motions for me to follow her to our right, to our next
The reader disguises herself during hunting jobs as a man named Mike and has met up with the Winchesters several times. They are unaware of her true identity. Feeling they know and trust Mike, they agree to invite the reader to the bunker.
Warnings: Language, Mentions of Violence
This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment.
Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I
apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!
“You doing okay there Mike?” Dean came up asking you.
You had joined up with the Winchesters on a case, as you occasionally did, this time by accident as you both caught wind of a this one from a state news site. Ghouls it turned out to be. You couldn’t care less usually about ghouls, helped out the problem of decomposition, but when they started making snacks out of the living you had to put them back into place.
You used your ball cap to brush the dust and cobwebs off your flannel (the blood would require more intense cleaning) and placed it back atop your short haired wig that concealed your longer hair.
“Yup, I’m good.” You confirmed in your long-practiced lowered voice. You had used cigarettes at first, but after months of learning to talk with your throat, it eventually came naturally. “Except I keep wondering when it’s your turn to be the bait.” You joked.
Dean rested his hand on your shoulder as he laughed unknowing sending a wave of electricity through your body upon contact. “I suppose when you stop volunteering.”
“Reckon we better find Sam?” You suggested.
His hand left your shoulder and you resisted the urge to reach out and grab his hand. You had played this act for so long it was second nature, but Dean Winchester was the one weakness that could unravel it all, and you hated yourself for it.
Sam found you both before you had the chance to go looking for him. “Hey, you guys okay?”
“Yeah,” the both of you responded in unison. “You?” You added rubbing at the glued on facial hair on our jawline.
“Unscratched.” Sam boasted.
“I need a beer.” You commented.
“I’m with ya.” Dean added. “Same place as last night?”
“Absolutely,” you agreed. “But first I need to freshen up.” You mentioned as you all made your way out of the crypt.
“Always trying to impress the ladies Mike.” Sam joked.
“Yeah, it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I smell like a grave or the blood stains.” You remarked sarcastically. “I’ll meet up with you.”
“Don’t be too long, Dean thrives off the competition.” Sam said referring to the local ladies.
“I could take your ugly asses on double or nothing.” You challenged, cringing on the inside, comments like these being part of the reason you felt the need to disguise yourself.
Prompt: combination of Tim Drake X Reader Reader has a family reunion and promised to bring a nonexistent boyfriend, while planning to suddenly not being able to go, only they now HAVE to go with a boyfriend. They call Tim and the first thing they say is “You’re my boyfriend.” AND How about a fic with Tim and reader where both initially hated each other but over time only realised the sort of ‘hate’ they had for each other stemmed from the very thin chances they have of being with one another? Both believe they can never be with the other for whatever reason and that frustration and sadness just vents out as hatred for the other? Sort of like 'if I can’t have you the fuck you’ sort of thing lmao
Tim raises an eyebrow before closing the door behind you, “And hello to you too.”
You wag your finger at him, “No, no time to be cute. I need you to be my boyfriend.”
“That must be the most romantic statement ever, yet it gives me no needed information.”
You sigh, “Okay sassy pants, look, there’s this stupid family reunion I HAVE to be at, under punishment of hearing about it for the rest of my life. Originally, Jamie said he would go, but his sister got sick and his parents have to work. So, you’re up slugger.”
Tim crosses his arms, and says, “I still need a bit more.”
You sigh, “My mother has been trying to set me up for months, to get her off my back, I told her I’m in a relationship with a guy named Mike. Now she’s insisting I bring him with me to this stupid reunion.”
“Let me make sure I have this straight. First, I’m your boyfriend, now my name is Mike.”
You nod, “Yes because you owe me.”
“I owe you?”
“Yes, I kept Damian busy last week, remember when you had that headache. You owe me. That kid kicked my butt in training.”
He sighs, “Fine, when is it?”
“Thirty minutes, grab your coat Mike, I’m driving.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
You shrug, “Me either.”
“After all the hell you put me through!”
“I know, I know. I owe you one.”
“Try a million, you owe me a million.”
You roll your eyes as you follow him out. You and Tim had never been on the best of terms. While the two of you had started the team at the same time, you couldn’t have been more different. You were loud, and often times obnoxious. Tim had often been sullen, and grumpy. It had led to more than a few arguments, and several nearly botched missions.
You had come to a bickering friendship after Conner and Wally had locked the two of you in a chamber for over a day. After that you had teamed up for revenge, and come to a sort of bickering truce.
More often than not you found yourself near him. On occasion you’d blush. You weren’t really sure what was happening, but you couldn’t help but think you liked it.
A/n: This is something I’ve been playing with for a while now. I’m planning on writing more parts (if people like it anyway), so let me know what you think.
My phone ring as I swept the machete through the last vampire’s neck, his head tumbling to the floor, the body crumpled to the ground joining the head seconds after. My eyes scanned the room making sure I was the only one there. Once satisfied I pulled out my ringing phone.
“What’s up, Bobby?” I asked after seeing his name on the caller ID.
“You finished with those vamps yet?” He asked.
“Yep. Just finished actually.”
“Are you up for another case?”
“Sure. What is it?”
“We’re not sure yet. You remember those brothers I told you about? Sam and Dean? You’ll be working with them. They’ll catch you up on everything once you get there.”
“Farmington, Missouri.” Bobby told me where and when to meet the brothers, I agreed and hung up.
I sighed at the thought of teaming up. I didn’t really like working with other hunters and usually avoided it at all costs. But it was Bobby asking and it was just one case how bad it could it be?
The next day I was sitting in the coffee shop waiting for Sam and Dean to show up. Bobby hadn’t told me a lot about the brothers, just that they were some of the best hunters he knows. I eyed everyone who walked through the doors, watching for someone who matched the descriptions Bobby had given me. Finally two guys walked in. One tall with long hair and the other slightly shorter with short hair, both wearing flannel. They stood at the doors, scanning the room, most likely looking for me. I waved them over.
“Sam and Dean?” I asked as they approached the table.
“You must be Y/n.” The taller one said. “I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean.” We shook hands and they sat down across from me.
“Bobby tells me you boys need help.” I said folding my arms on the table.
“Yeah, we have absolutely no idea what’s going on in this town.” Sam said.
Dean didn’t look too happy. Probably one of those people who don’t like asking for help from strangers. I understood, I’m the same way.
“All the victims are men,” Sam continued, “they all had their stomachs ripped open and their internal organs were missing.”
Dean, who hadn’t taken his eyes off me, finally spoke. “Two of them were missing their eyes.”
I nodded, taking the information in. Trying to think of what this monster could be. “Any Witnesses?”
“None.” Sam shook his head.
I thought for a moment. Running through a mental list of all the monsters I knew that ate internal organs, eyes, and only went after men. “I think you’re dealing with Pontianak.”
“A what?” Dean gave me a confused look.
“A Pontianak. The name literally means ‘woman who died in childbirth.’ They find the guy that did them wrong while they were alive and they dig into his stomach and they eat their innards.”
“What about the missing eyes?” Sam asked.
“If you look at them, they suck out your eyes.” I responded simply.
“Gross.” Dean commented.
I laughed at his response. “Wait till you smell her. At first it’s a really nice fragrance but then it turns…” I made a face remembering the disgusting smell. “It’s bad, very bad. You know she’s coming by her scent and the noise she makes. It sounds like a baby crying. The softer the cry and the more disgusting the smell the closer she is.”
“How do we kill it?” Dean asked, leaning forward.
“A nail to the neck.”
Dean’s sunk back into his seat, “This should be easy.” He said sarcastically.
“So what’s our first move?” Sam looked to me.
“We figured out who she was.” I pulled out my laptop and searched for women who had died in childbirth in the surrounding area. “Fifty… Okay…” I mumbled, refusing to be discouraged. I wanted to impress them, though I had no idea why.
“How are we going to know which one is her?” Dean raised his eyebrows.
“You sure ask a lot of questions.” I told him, paying more attention to the list of names on the screen than the brothers in front of me. “Got a list of victims by any chance?”
Sam nodded and dug some papers out of his bag and handed them over. I nodded a thanks and was about to look through them when someone walked by with a tray of food and it occurred to me that I hadn’t eaten yet.
“I need brain food.” I declared standing up. “What about you guys?”
“Yeah, we can go for some food.” Sam stood and we went to order our food, leaving Dean behind to watch our stuff.
I pulled out my wallet to pay but Sam put his hand over it, “I got it.”
“Dude, I can pay for mine.” I objected.
“Don’t worry about.” He said quickly handing money to the cashier, who was smiling at our interaction.
I rolled my eyes and went to lean on the wall while we waited for our number to be called.
“So, Y/n,” Sam joined me, “how long have you been at the job?”
I thought for a moment. “I went on my first hunt when I was eleven, so five years.”
“Eleven?” Sam looked at me shocked. “Isn’t that a little young to start hunting?”
I only shrugged.
“Five years? That would make you sixteen.”
“What about school?” Sam looked concerned.
“I still go to school.” I defended. “Why do you care, anyways? It’s not like you know me or anything.”
“You’re young. You should have a normal life, not be a hunter.”
“Sam,” I glared at him, “it is my life. I’m gonna do what I want with it no matter what anyone says. Besides, it’s not like we’re gonna see each other after this hunt anyways. We’ll be out of each other’s lives, so don’t try to tell me how to live mine.” Our number was called and I grabbed the try of food and walked back toward the table.
Sam slid in next to his brother. “Dude, she’s only sixteen.”
Dean looked up at me shocked. “And here I thought you just looked young for your age.” He shook his head in disbelief, “I can’t believe Bobby sent a kid to help us out.”
I ignored his comment and looked through the list of vics Sam had given me, occasionally popping fries in my mouth. “How ‘bout we focus on the case instead of my age? I think that’s a great plan.”
Sam gave me what I can only describe as a bitch-face.
I looked up the first guys name. “Robby Tanner, rapped a sixteen years old. Were his reproductive organs intact?”
Sam and Dean gave each other a look. “No, they were missing.” Dean answered reluctantly.
I nodded. “Sindy Wilcons was the rape victim,” I scanned down the list of women who died in childbirth, “and she died giving birth. Could be her.” I looked back at the boys. “Any others missing reproductive organs?”
“Um, yeah,” Sam took the papers from me. “ John Anderson and Mike Wilcons.”
“Was Mike her husband?” I asked.
I looked up the names Sam had given me. “Looks like Anderson was too. They got divorced and he ended up with everything.” I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest. “I get why she’d have a grudge against him and Tanner but why Wilcons?” I said more to myself then them.
“What about the other two vics?” Dean asked between bites of his bacon cheese burger.
“Those the two with no eyes?” I asked.
He nodded, mouth full of food.
I looked through their files. “Well, I don’t see any obvious connection to Sindy and their reproductive organs were intact, which suggests she didn’t have a grudge with either of them. I’m guessing they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time and saw her so she sucked out their eyes. These other three guys are the important ones, they all wronged her in some way. We need to figure out what Wilcons did and if she has any other men who pissed her off enough that she’d want to kill them.”
“We?” Dean raised his brow.
“Yeah, we.” I leaned forward giving them both a serious look. “I did the research to figure out what was up with these men.”
“Y/n, look we appreciate your help and I’m sure you’re a good hunter and all-” Sam started but I cut him off.
“Oh no, You are not kicking me off this case. I drove three hours to get here, I’m not just going to pack up and leave when the jobs half done. You guys wanted help and here I am. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
The brothers looked at each other, having a silent conversation. “Sam, no. She’s just a kid.” Dean said aloud.
“You’ve heard the rumors and the way Bobby talks about her, Dean. She can handle herself.”
“And there’s the fact that even if you say no, I still won’t leave and I’ll try to finish it before you.” I pointed out.
Dean sighed, “Fine. I guess we can work together.”
Now that that was cleared up Sam thought it was a good time to ask me more questions. “What got you into hunting?”
“And why do your parents let you do it?” Dean added.
“Really? We’re gonna do this?” I asked hoping to get out of question time.
They both nodded.
I let out a sigh knowing by the looks on their faces that they’d keep pestering until I answered. “A werewolf got my mom. My dad ditched me. So they don’t really let me do anything. That answer your questions?”
“No, it just raises more questions.” Dean informed me.
I ran my hand down my face. I was getting frustrated with the situation. “Look. I don’t really wanna go over my life’s story with two strangers. Let’s just get this hunt done and go our separate ways. Sound good?” I stood up to leave.
“I’ll just wait a few more minutes, he’s probably stuck in traffic, thank you.” Your eyes went back to your phone once again. You could feel it, the staring. The coffee shop you chose for your blind date with the guy your coworker set you up with was near close to Broadway, only a few blocks away from Times Square, there was no way he didn’t find the place or got lost in traffic.
You’ve been stood up for the first time.
It wasn’t a good feeling, at all. You could almost listen to the old women gossiping about it a few tables away from yours, and the waitress talking about how you were sitting alone with a glass of water on your booth, waiting for a date that just wasn’t going to show up.
When the bell by the door ringed for the millionth time since you arrived, you looked up from your phone, hoping for Mike, but it was just another guy: long hair tied up in a ponytail, headphones around his neck and a backpack that didn’t go with the gray sweater he was wearing on that autumn morning. Something about him was just captivating, so you watched him go stand in line to order.
I was about to go in and work on asks (again if you’ve sent one there are a lot in there and I’ll get to them all but it will definitely take me a few more days). But I just want to take a moment and hopefully offer a bit of stress release to the fandom.
Tuesday everything literally got turned upside down on us as the C Arc turned into AO3 come to life. They surprised me (Which isn’t easy to do), did things we didn’t want to see, and then totally changed the playing field on us. Some are excited by the twist while others are devastated. As usual the source of that is mostly Fitzsimmons.
We’re here guys. The Fitznapping, Role Reversal, and Woman on Fire I’ve been predicting since last season is here. Just not how I though it would be. The writers did it and turned it on its head. I said they would do something that would have us freaking the hades out over hiatus and boy did they ever.
With this meta I’m going to break a few things down and offer some hope. But we still have to prepare for more twists that are going to hurt.
What will Fitz be like in the Framework?
What we know: He’s seemingly rich and holding his hand out to a woman in the car. He’s got either minions or bodyguards with him as well.
What we suspect his regret AIDA fixed is: His father. If it was something to do with his relationship with Jemma they would not have put the Papa Fitz stuff on the table. So in this world…AIDA will have given him a father and a supportive one at that.
In essence part of how we see Fitz will be if he had a father figure at the very least He had someone either nurturing his genius/guiding it. Or he never got into science and is more on the business side of things.
We had lots of fun trying to find the perfect actor for Papa Fitz. And boy did we find some fun options. But you know, he’s been here all long. Radcliffe.
Radcliffe built a utopia…his happily ever after is in there too. He sees Fitz as the son he never had, wants him working with him, appreciated his talents, and encouraged him. “I’m not going to let this come between us”. Bonus the way he touched him when talking about the Framework with AIDA, it was paternal.
Fitz said he saw Radcliffe as a father figure.
So that has been fixed now. Both for the ‘benefit’ of Fitz and Radcliffe. AIDA makes Radcliffe Fitz’s father in here. Be it she rewrote history, or lets say the Glasgow mission saved FItz’s Parents…without it they die and Radcliffe adopted him/took him in. (That serial killer board showed us just how much Coulson has done. He is patient zero in all this. Him not joining Shield is what made the biggest wave).
Having the father figure in his life be it Radcliffe or Papa Fitz is one of the things that likely changed FItz’s trajectory the most. And there is a good chance he never went into the Academy or if he did he was pulled away/into Hydra. In that case he never met Jemma or knows her in a different way (we’ll get into that later).
I know a big fear will lie in Fitz’s personality really being different. And yes he will be, he’s in a world where he doesn’t have the experiences we have seen shape him. The Fitz we had now isn’t the Fitz we had in the pilot. Who he REALLY is is still there. He is who he is because its who he is, its not is programming (that conversation with Jemma was huge and is going to be the crux of all this). He’s a good person, who is loving, brave, and loyal. However, until he remembers we could see a change. And that’s okay, it will be fun to see Iain strech his legs a big.
He could be Evil: Robo Fitz gave me chills. Just legit chills. So we could see a bit of Hydra Super Villain Mad Scientist Fitz here.
He could be an a**: He is this world version of Quinn or even a bit of Stark He knows he’s smart, he knows he’s rich, he’s entitled, and manipulative. Pretty much everything our Fitz is not.
He is himself…but with a twist: He’s the Fitz we know…but a bit more confident. Or they have twisted his loyalty and convictions from loyalty to Shield…to Hydra and his father figure. Remember Garrett said if Fitz joined Hydra in the fall, he’d hold a high rank and that would no doubt come with the kind of trappings we saw him with at the end.
No matter what….Jemma will eventually get through to him. Its not going to be easy, Jed said it won’t be easy, but she’ll do it eventually.
Where is Jemma in the Framework:
She is NOT in the grave. Had she projected herself into a dead body she would have died instantly. Jemma said her Avatar was “running around” in the framework. A dead body doesn’t do that, this isn’t Walking Dead.
She is NOT on Maveth.
We don’t have time for this. Period.
Jemma is the one who is going to get Fitz to “wake up” and she can’t do that from Maveth.
The circumstances that landed her on Maveth in the first place will not have happened because Coulson never joined Shield and I have a hunch things are going very differently with the Inhumans in here.
No writer in their right mind would open that can of worms with us again. They have been distancing themselves from that story like the plague.
This story is about Jemma getting Fitz back, not him realizing she’s gone and somehow figuring out he needs to get Harold, and its nto going to be Jemma getting off Hell planet and THEN joining the party.
Maveth is another world. The Framework is one work in its own right.
Jemma as never scanned so where her Avatar is (like Daisy) is a result of what AIDA did with Fitz, Coulson, May, and Mack. Now May and Mack won’t have been as big of factor as where Jemma landed. That is more “I never joined Shield Coulson” and Fitz.
Yes, we could get the he never went to the Academy and therefore they never met. Plus side we get to see him fall in love with her again.
We could get they are rivals, and look at that enemies to lovers.
Jed said that everything in “our world” is in there somehow. Case in point Ward. That also means things like Shield (who in an Upside down world would be what Hydra was, lurking and limping along in the shadows), Real Shield (Bobbi, Izzy, Gonzales, and Weaver), Mike/Deathlock, Afterlife (but look for it to have been captured or fallen we can’t get Jaiying, Lincoln, and Raina back).
What if Jemma in this world IS a Double Agent for Shield. Working within Hydra to steal secrets and take it down.
She’s not JEMMA anymore…she is someone else.
Its the back door Jemma was talking about.
It does indeed belong to Jemma Anne Simmons and her death has been faked for some reason. Be it by Fitzsimmons, Hydra, Shield, or Radcliffe. But like Coulson and Fury’s, its an empty grave.
It says “Loving Friend” on it so someone was close to her in this world to put that there. And it has to be SOMEONE who was scanned. May, Coulson, Mace, Mack, and Fitz.
This gives rise to Double Agent Jemma. “Jemma Simmons” in this world is indeed dead and Jemma’s avatar is going by a new name and identity.
Jed said that Fitz didn’t seem too phased about her being in the grave. So that either means that He wasn’t close to her here to have it have an impact…or he knows she’s not in there.
They hid who it belonged to for a reason. But in looking at the positive side of things they gave us Ward…..so why would they give us Ward and not continue the massacre on our feelings and have some Rando step out with Fitz. Because they could have done what they did with the hand with ward. Had Daisy coming out of the bathroom and sees the figure laying in bed…cut away. Leaving the fandom thinking its Lincoln ALL hiatus and then come back in 16 with SURPRISE! It wasn’t Lincoln.
So in not showing us the hand and confirmring it wasn’t Jemmas it build the suspense and often times our imagination or worst case are far worse than what happens. So all hiatus they leave us fearing who is coming out of the car next.
Okay so yes, Jed confirmed the hand isn’t Jemma…he said JEMMA. But…if Jemma Simmons is “dead” her Avatar won’t be going by Jemma will she? She’ll have a new name/cover so while Jemma might not be coming out of that car next….Lil and her Framework counterpart very well could be. Jemma here could be a double agent either spying on, protecting, or trying to get to Fitz. Or is a version of her Radcliffe wanted for his ‘son’.
Another option is that when Jemma “died” in this world Fitz went all Radcliffe on us and created Robo Jemma. So like Agnes is to AIDA…Jemma’s new counterpart would have a different name.
However we do have to consider other options for that Hand too.
AIDA/Agnes: But not romantically. Rather if Radcliffe is his father either one could be his “step mother”. Despite the butterfly effect its hard to get to a point where Fitz meets AIDA on his own.
Bobbi: She’s undercover in Hydra too, Fitz is her target or she is his bodyguard. Again NOT romantic.
Rando assistant: So its his version of Anon or AIDA and its not romantic at all.
Rando Girlfriend: Yes it has to be on the table. I’m sorry but it does. I don’t like it. It don’t want it. But it has to be there. It makes me mad as all get out that we have to deal with another form of a love triangle. Again I feel if it was this option they would have hit us with a truck with it already and really left us in shambles. IF they do this to us remember….
ITS NOT REAL and as soon as Fitz wakes up its all Jemma all the time.
The Jemma Fitz loves is not in the picture. So he’s not cheating on her or anything like.
When Fitz comes out of the Framework Fitz will recognize it was that, in the Framework. It will not change his feeling for Jemma at all. “Theirs is a forever love”.
Jemma comes into his life and we get to see her have him fall in love with her all over again.
If AIDA has inserted herself in here as Fitz’s Girlfriend is more of a Dragon guarding its treasure. Its allowing her to keep an eye on him. Its not because she loves him. .
Jemma needs to get close to Fitz, she needs to be in the mix or in a position where she can do that and start to work on him. So she can’t be completely off the map here Get him to wake up. Get him to want to leave the Framework. And its not just Fitz she and Daisy have to do this with. Its May, Coulson, Mack and Mace too. All the while surviving whatever the crap is going on in that world. AIDA didn’t program the story, she just changed it at a certain point ans is going from there. So its a true What If AU.
AIDA allowed x factors in the mix like Ward….this Ward is based off of Coulson, May, Fitz, and even a little bit of Mack. And is still ‘alive’ here thanks to someone’s regret fix.
This is Ward we are talking about…kind of AOS plot twists.
The trick isn’t going to be really finding everyone, its going to be convincing them to ‘come home”. Convincing them this isn’t real.
Both Radcliffe and AIDA who built the Framework in the first place know how much Fitzsimmons mean to each other. As does EVERY SINGLE PERSON they scanned in there.
We can’t forget even once they get them to want to come out its Radcliffe who knows where they are and how to do it safely. RADCLIFFE is the one they have to get to tell them. And we know he’s pretty dang happy in there, especially if we are right about Fitz. He’s got his son, powers, Agnes, and no fear of death. Let me tell you @jessiecrimefighter and I just came up with another one of those really awful ideas. But in the End its Radcliffe who has to be willing to let them go and die to save them all.
We have and endgame here guys. In the gut punch of what we had please don’t lose site of that. This is TV so we have to suffer before we get these moments.
We endured the hell of Maveth and were rewarded with them becoming Canon and The Singularity.
We endured the so close yet so far of A and were rewarded with Sciencing Domestic Fitzsimmons through B (and really we had to know something was coming with all that good).
Just like in Season three where they set up Perthshire/Jemma pictured them together, that they both loved each other. It became of matter of getting there. The bump them was Will, them getting kidnapped, Fitz going to Maveth, and its aftermath. And we are there again only this time its better. Its Marriage. Robo Fitz with the wedding talk was like Fitz watching Jemma’s videos. A huge “oh my you want that” moment without the other directly saying it.
Fitz wants to propose, he wants them to get married and grow old together.
Jemma WILL say yes, and she will say yes as soon as she gets him back.
There is NO Universe where FItz doesn’t want to Marry You.
Their’s is a forever love.
THEY WILL MAKE IT BACK TOGETHER….and out pay off at the very least is them engaged if not a wedding.
Many of us wanted a Woman on Fire Fitznapping…well we got it. And I said to remind me I wanted it when it was here and not how I pictured it to be. So that is what I am doing.
I would also like to point out that the person who has nearly pulled them apart the most is in the mix. Ward. Boy do I have some fun theories for him but those are for after the ask box isn’t overflowing. Especially thanks to Jed’s newest quote.
I know my meta won’t stop someone from stopping the show if they are upset about the turn. I know it doesn’t change canon. I know it doesn’t change we are going to have to suffer a little bit. What I’m hoping I get across is that the suffering will be worth it. That we need to stay positive and stay together with this. Fitzsimmons will be fine, we have that diamond ring just waiting at the end of this. So hang in there guys. But in my gut I do believe there are FAR more interssting stories to tell vs just throwing a Rando GF in the mix.
The Framework is full of love and loss. Seeing who you really are. That our experiences help shape us but they don’t define us.
Best friends - Pittsburgh Penguins (PT Diaries, Episode 8)
Requested by anon: Could you write a PT Diaries chapter that includes Kris Letang’s adorable little boy? Maybe he has his first crush on the PT or the team tries to use his cuteness to get something from her. I’m really open to any ideas you may have to incorporate that adorable kid. Really enjoying this story!!
A/N: I’m not really sure about this, but I hope you like it.
I lock the door of my office, heading to the rink to keep an eye on the injured players who are skating today. The Penguins are having no luck with injuries this year, having up to six players on the injury report. I’m looking down at my schedule, trying to figure out how I am going to treat everyone when someone runs into my legs. Someone really small.
“Alex, soyez prudent! (Alex, be careful!)” I look down to see a child gripping at my legs, followed by an out of breath Bang-Bang Letang. “S’excuser auprès de (y/n) (Apologize to (y/n)). In English.”
I haven’t understood a word of what he has said, but I can easily tell that the blue eyed kid that is stuck to my leg is Alexander Letang, Kris’ son. I hold the kid by his shoulders and push him away from me slightly so I can kneel in front of him.
“Hello, buddy.” I say, extending my hand to him to shake it. The kid looks at me for a little longer before grabbing my right hand with his left one and squeezing a little.
“Salut (Hello).” He answers me, not letting my hand go.
“Alex, English.” Kris warns him again and I smile, encouraging the little kid to speak in English.
“Hi.” He says shyly and my heart melts.
“ALEEEEEEEX.” I hear from the other side of the hallway and I look up to see small girl running to us.
I look at Kris and he just shakes his head, stopping the little girl before she crushes into me as well.
“Estelle, say hi to (y/n).” Kris instructs and the girl looks at me from head to toes, evaluating me.
“Hi.” She says with a big smile after she decided I am trustworthy.
“Hello, sweetheart.” I say, giving her a smile back.
Estelle is Marc Andre’s oldest daughter and his dad never stops talking about her and her little sister.
“Flower and I brought these two to practice so the wives could get things done today.” Kris explains me and I nod, looking at the children. “We are having a little skate after practice.”
“Do you want me to take care of them until you are done?” I ask.
I’ve always loved children. I had my first niece when I was fifteen, so I guess that I am more than okay with taking care of children.
“You have no idea of what you are getting into.” Kris warns me. “They are worse than Sid and Geno together.”
I laugh, extending my hands to the kids. They take my hand without even thinking about it.
“I think we will be fine.” I say and the two kids nod.
“Se comporter. (Behave)” Kris says in French and the kids nod again.
Kris turns around and walks on his skates back to the rink, leaving me with Alex and Estelle.
“Do you want to go watch daddy play hockey?” I ask them, kneeling so I am on the same height as them.
“Oui!” Alex says, but he realizes his mistake soon. “Yes!”
“Should we get snacks before we go?” I wonder and they both nod frenetically.
The kitchen is the best place of the whole ice rink if you ask me. When you spend hours and hours here working it is nice to have a place packed with snacks and drinks. Because of the Penguins policy, everything on the kitchen is healthy-ish, so I know that Kris and Marc Andre won’t kill me for giving their kids junk food.
“What should we grab, guys?” I ask, opening the fridge for them to see what there is.
The three of us decide that smoothies, grapes and air popped popcorn is good enough to watch the team skate and we venture out to the rink, sitting on the stands. Having kids there is the worst thing ever for Mike Sullivan, who has to scream at least half a dozen times to get the attention of his players, who are too busy waving and pumping against the glass in front of the kids.
“If you don’t do this drill right Estelle and Alex have more chances to be at tomorrow’s game than you two.” He warns Sidney and Conor, who have spent five minutes begging the kids for a handful of popcorn.
I am taking notes on everyone’s performance when Alex and Estelle start screaming next to me, so I pick my head up to see Evgeni walking towards us, supporting himself on crutches. I have to stop grab the kids by their waist so they don’t run him over.
“Hi kids.” He says, sitting on the seat next to mine and putting the metal crutches on the floor. “Zdravstvujte ljubov’ (Hello love).” He says to me, even though I only understand the first word he says.
“Zdravstvujte Geno (Hello Geno).” I answer him.
“I want grape.” He says to Alex, who is holding the zipblock bag with grapes in it.
Both kids get on their feet and walk to Geno, who sits both Alex and Estelle on his healthy lap, giving me a look telling me that he was fine.
“Geno, is she your girlfriend?” I hear Estelle whisper to the big teddy bear Geno is.
“Net (No).” Geno says in Russian, making the kids giggle. “She help recover.”
“She is a doctor?” Alex is the one asking this time, making me smile while I watch Murray’s movements, writing a few notes on my pad.
“Net (No).” Geno says again. “She is therapist.” He looks at me for help and I giggle a little.
“Well, I know a lot of games.” I explain, putting my notepad down. “Games that help them,” I point at Geno and the guys on the ice, “get better when they are injured.”
The kids seem really amazed by my job, but Geno looks at me with a look that screams ‘liar, liar, pants on fire’.
“Right now I am thinking of games to play with each one of them.” I keep talking and Estelle and Alex nod for a second before turning their attention to their snack, giving Geno food when he asks for it.
I concentrate on the practice going on, keeping my eyes on the injured guys but also taking a few notes about how we could improve the performance on the ice of some of the other guys.
“(y/n), (y/n), help.” Alex yells, tugging my shirt.
I look away from the ice and back to the kids and Geno. They are all standing and looking at me.
“Skates. Tie.” Alex says again, not letting my sleeve go.
I stand up, putting my notepad on the seat and following them to the bench, where their skate bags are. Geno sits on the bench and Estelle sits besides him, putting her feet on his lap. I do the same, taking Alex’ shoes off and changing them for a pair of skates.
“Good?” I say, tying up his skates.
“Oui.” He answers and I put him on the floor and holding his hands, helping him to the ice and then doing the exact same thing with Estelle, watching them both skate to their fathers.
“Kris said that they are worse than Sid and you.” I tell Geno, sitting next to him on the bench and looking at the children skate around the players.
It’s been about 2 hours that you’re on top of Sanctuary looking around, people working, walkers on the gates… normal life on theses days. Suddenly you can hear the door open and closing and when you look behind you see Negan, he put Lucille aside the door and came close and hug you.
“Why I always get a feeling that you come here to run out of me?” He says while kisses your neck. “Or just want to commit suicide and abandon me?”
“Yes, cause the less painful way to die is cracking all my bones” you say sarcastically as always looking him on the corner of yours eyes.
He laughs, that maniacal/sexy laugh that’s a essence of him. 3 minutes passed while the two of you look around. Just breathing a little and enjoying the sun getting ready do dusk.
“Would you call me crazy if I tell you that I prefer the world in that way?” You say cracking the silence.
“Yeah, I fucking would” He looks at you with frowned brows.
“Is just… I mean of course have a lot of issues and in the start was a completely hell. But "normal life” was cliche, going to school, working, finding someone, marrying, having kids and blah blah. And I always thought that 95% of the people was never happy, like they just existed, not lived. And now we fight but at least people don’t act like they want to win a trophy for ‘The Best Friend’, is just more natural now. The planet isn’t dying like before, without wars or discrimination. And less buildings, less pollution. The planet is breathing again, after a long time. Actually I think all the walkers will serve as a good fertilizer one day.“ You say so deep in your thoughts.
"Wow, I forget how freaky-deaky that pretty lilttle head of yours can be” He says moving his hand to put a bit of hair behind your ear.
“Come on, think about it, before was boring, now we feel the adrenaline all the time” you say looking around, sort relieved.
“Y/N Y/L/N you’re something else” He says while incline his back.
“Says the man who maniacally kill people with a bat” you tease him, giving a wink, Damn is nice play with danger.
“Do you want it to get personal hun? It might not end pretty way for you” Negan say while getting close to your soft lips, Feeling his breathing on your lips, and the heartbeat increasing, he might be able to hear it.
When things were getting closer to a kiss, Dwight open the door of the old fabric penthouse.
“Boss, sorry but we have a little problem” Dwight say with a worried expression.
“Is better be more than little for you cut my moment with that pretty ass freaky minded one” Negan say looking over Dwight with a annoyed face and next look at you showing that wonderful grin of him.
“A group that we get stuffs collected. Marcel called me on the radio saying that they’re coming with guns, three trucks and even a tank” Dwight say desperately looking at both of you, he was pretty scared, actually you though you never saw Dwight like that. It might be a big group coming.
Negan expression change in the moment, What was happening? Which group is that one?
“Get all the Saviors and heavy guns we have, and let’s put some charge in that shit” Negan says looking at you and going after Dwight, you didn’t know what to do, actually you got worried. A tank? They can blow it here, which group can it be? Not Alexandria, or Hilltop even less The Kingdom. But I know Negan has plenty places to get people to work for him you thought.
While you were lost in thoughts you heard Negan calling “Y/N, don’t worry I will fix that shit up. Isn’t the first group of fucker whose think it can change the new world” you give him a nod.
No one expected you to be an expert on it. In fact, everyone expected you to be rather awkward; Olivia hoped that could be explained away by your supposed inexperience—your “character” could easily be seen as a first-time stripper without having it affect the case.
Y/N couldn’t quite recall how she ended up at Tyler’s house. She couldn’t tell you why there were tears down her face or when the rain started. Hesitant to knock, she did after a minute or so.
Praying he was home, she smiled a bit when he opened the door.“ Love! What are you doing in the rain? Why are you crying? Come on in, you’re shivering!” He exclaimed before he pulled her inside the house.Standing on his place mat, she waited when he told her to. Watching him run off, she smiled when he had come back to wrap a towel around her body.“ Come on I got some clothes for you.”
Y/N toed off her shoes as she followed him through the house.“ I-I didn’t mean to bother you. I see you’re getting ready for bed.” She nodded towards his outfit of just a pair of pajama pants.
Tyler chuckled and waved his hand at her.“ Don’t think anything of it. How about we get some warm clothes on then we go and make some tea. Then we can sit and you can tell me what happened.”
Y/N paused as she stood in his room,watching as he dug out his ‘Mustache Mountain’ and a pair of sweatpants for her. Tyler approached her and she gave him a small smile.“Thank you so much.” She murmured to him, gently taking the clothes from him. Going into the bathroom, she got changed.
Coming out of the bathroom, she was surprised to see him just waiting for her. When he looked up at her, she just ran into his body before wrapping her arms around his neck. Tyler rubbed her back gently as he just held her in his arms.“Pete-Pete.” Y/N repeated into his chest and when he backed up, he gently grabbed a hold of her face in his hands.
Tyler gave her a small smile as he stared into her eyes.“ Y/N take a deep breath. What happened with Pete?”
Y/N took a deep breath like advised before she spoke,“ Pete saw Mike cheating on me.” The words that came out made her blink back tears seeing as Tyler was holding her face.
When he did let go, she dug her face back into his chest.“ I was so stupid.” She mumbled just resting against him as he rubbed her back.
Y/N stared up at him as he pulled away from her before he grabbed her waist. Nudging her to his bed, he guided her to the bed.“How about we get some sleep love?”
Nodding, Y/N climbed into the bed and got under the covers followed by Tyler doing the same thing. When he did lay down, she wrapped her arms around his neck gently.“ If you want me to, I’ll go and beat him up. He’s no chance for me because I’m one half of the mustache mountain.”
Y/N smiled at what he said before she started relaxing when he began brushing her hair back.“ It’s okay, just hurt. Didn’t even like him that much. I like one half of mustache mountain.” She murmured to him as she pressed her face into the side of his chest.
She wasn’t sure what time she fell asleep but she remembers waking up. Her arms around Tyler, Tyler holding her close to his chest. Looking up at him, she smiled a bit. Trying to move from his grip made her realize he was already awake as she felt it tightening.
“Where you going love?” God his morning voice was so scratchy and she could listen to him talk for a while. Laying back down, she shrugged.
Now that she thought of it, she really didn’t have a place to go at the moment. She was living with Mike and even if she didn’t want to go back, she had to go and get her things.It was Tyler’s voice that broke her little trance as she thought.”Y/N, you can stay here. I don’t mind sharing my bed with you.”He said as he brushed her hair back.
Y/N nodded and smiled a bit.”Thanks Tyler but I couldn’t possibly become a bother to you.”She as about to speak again when he grabbed a hold of her cheeks once more. Y/N’s eyes flickered from him to his lips back to his eyes. Rubbing her cheek gently,she almost nuzzled her cheek into his hand.
“Y/N, what you said last night? About liking one half of mustache mountain. Is that me or Trent? Because Trent is a great guy and I know that he would treat you like a gentlem-.”His words were cut off as she leaned up to press her lips to his.
Pulling away after just a few seconds,she gave him a small smile.”Obviously it’s your half of mustache mountain that I like.”Tyler grinned at her before pulling her back to him. Leaning down,he pressed his lips to hers.
Kissing him back,her fingers brushed through his hair at the nape of his neck as she smiled into the kiss.Pulling away for just a second,she smiled up at him.”I-I like you Tyler. I have. You were dating that girl Toni. Then I started dating Mike and then you and her broke up and things didn’t work in time with one another.I thought Mike loved me but I guess I was wrong.”She admitted,her lower lip starting to tremble before Tyler kissed her once more.
Stunned,she took a few seconds before she kissed him back. His fingers skimmed down her shirt as he played with the bottom of her shirt. Pulling back,she sat up in the bed to push the covers off. Grabbing the shirt,she raised it up over her head. Y/N laughed a bit when she heard Tyler gasping.”I had to take my bra off to put it in the dryer.”She explained to him.
Tyler nodded his head and raised his hands a bit.”I am not complaining at all.”He said as he set up to gently push her back onto the spot where she was just laying.”Relax love, I’m gonna take care of you.”He reassured her as he leaned down pressing a quick kiss to her lips.
Relaxing back on the bed like he told her too, she giggled a bit when she felt him leaving kisses down the valley of her breasts. The hair of his mustache tickling against her skin which made her laugh a little bit. When he grabbed both of her boobs in his hands and squeezed,she gasped a bit.
Letting go, his mouth attached to her nipple while his hands played with the other one. Alternating in between the two, she gasped when he had bit down on her nipple. “Tyler.”She gasped out,scratching at his back gently.
Y/N bit at her lower lip as he picked his head back up from her chest with a smirk.”I want you to relax darling.”He said, pressing a kiss to her lips gently.”Just lay back and trust me dollface.”
Laying back on the bed,she watched him. Actually watched him. She studied the tattoo on his arm and the little freckles that donned across his chest moving to his abs as well. Y/N only focused in on him again when she felt his lips pressing against her neck gently.”Can I leave a little something?”His question muffled against her skin as he waited for permission.
Feeling a little nod,he smirked a bit.”I want to hear your words love.”Tyler said, his voice deeper than usual.
“I-yes please.”Y/N breathed out before she felt him smirk. After a few seconds of waiting, she let out a small gasp that she didn’t realize she was holding in as he began to nibble at a few spots on her neck. Her breathing hitched when he found her ‘sweet spot.’ Smirking he began focusing his attack there. He began nibbling and sucking up until there was a purple bruise flourishing across her skin.
Y/N’s fingers made their way into his hair and she gave him a tug when he finally pulled away from her neck.”No teasing Tyler please.”She begged before he chuckled at her begging.
Tyler pulled away with his eyebrow arched.”You’re begging for me already? Did he give you no love?”He asked as his fingers trailed down her body with a feather light touch. Tyler couldn’t help but growl when she shook her head.”I am gonna take care of you tonight. It’s all about you tonight.”
Y/N blushed at how he reacted before she felt his fingers tugging at the sweatpants she had on.”Can I take these off of you baby?” He asked,looking into her eyes before she nodded. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of the pants before he dragged them down her legs gently.”You’re so goddamn beautiful. Like an angel.”He said before hearing her laugh.
When he gave her a questioning look,she shrugged.”You’re too cheesy.”She said,laughing a little bit but squealed when he leaned down and nibbled at her thigh gently.
“Shush that pretty little mouth of yours and lay back.”Tyler demanded as he threw the pants onto the floor before he was tugging her panties down her legs as well. Once they joined the pants, Tyler sat back on his knees and smiled as he looked over Y/N’s flushed body. Hair was fanned out against the pillow, her lips parted and her eyes staying glued on him to watch for his next move.
Spreading her legs gently, he settled in between them. Y/N’s eyes focused in on him like lasers as he began pressing kisses to her ankles. Moving up her legs, he began pressing kisses to her ankles,knees, and stopping when he got to her inner thighs. Y/N’s fingers gripped the sheets as she moaned out. Biting and sucking, he smirked at the little mark it left.
Tyler licked his lips as he made eye contact with her.”Can’t wait to drive you crazy.”He growled to her before his tongue flicked out against her clit. Her fingers let go of the blankets and moved into his hair gently. Feeling him put pressure against it,she moaned out and tugged his hair gently.”You’re so damn responsive.”He praised with a smirk.
Licking at her clit a few times, she bit at her lower lip when she felt one of his fingers pressing against her entrance. Moaning when he finally pushed one into her, she tugged at his blonde locks gently.
Y/N thought he was going to stop teasing when he began pressing kisses to her thighs before she felt him adding a second finger.”Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.”He growled against her inner thigh. She tugged at his hair and let out a squeal of surprise when he had hooked his fingers inside of her.
Tyler knew what he was doing and she was definitely experiencing that. In the back of her head,all she could think about was that this was not the innocent Tyler Bate who was her best friend.
Being brought out of her thoughts by a bite to her clit,she gasped,tugging at his hair once more.”Fucks sakes!”She moaned out,throwing her head back into the pillows.
When her head hit the plush pillow, all of his movements faltered.Snapping her head back up,she stared at him with her eyebrows arched.”You keep eye contact or I’m gonna stop this.”He warned her before she bucked her hips against his fingers.
“Fine fine! I’ll keep my head up!”She exclaimed before hearing him chuckle and going back to moving his fingers in and out of her.
Not even 30 seconds later, his tongue was joining back on her clit. Y/N could feel the band in her stomach,tightening with every little thing he did whether it was move his fingers or a flicker of his tongue.
“Come on love. Come all over my fingers.”Tyler spoke and put his tongue right back to work. Few seconds later,she was spilling profanities mixed with his name as the band snapped and she was cumming all over his fingers.
Removing his fingers, he cleaned his fingers off with a smirk.”You are the best tasting thing in this whole world.I plan to eat that sweet little pussy of yours later tonight. Just you wait.You’ll be begging me to stop.”
Y/N’s face flushed red at his words and she bit her lip. She wasn’t sure what happened to her ‘innocent’ best friend but god, she never wanted him to be innocent again if this is what she’s getting.
Y/N tugged his hair before she moaned out.”Please fuck me Ty.” She panted out in a whine of sorts. Once he moved up her body, he grinned down at her. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers as one of her hands trailed down his chest to slide in his boxers.
Wrapping her fingers around his length,she bit at his lower lip.She was a bit surprised on what he was carrying. He was nice and thick. Not too big but he was the perfect size. Tyler growled against his lips when she wrapped around his length. Tugging at his boxers, she pulled them down as he pressed kisses against her face and her neck gently.”Tyler.”She moaned out before he nodded his head,knowing what she wanted.
Tyler pulled back off of her and looked down at her.”Are you taking any meds? Do I need a condom?”He asked and she couldn’t help but smile at how he was even a gentleman in bed. Shaking her head at him,she smirked a bit.
”On the pill. Come on babe.”She mumbled with a small pout on her lips. Nodding he laid back on top of her,his arms holding him up before she reached in between their bodies. Grabbing a hold of his cock, she lined it up with her entrance. Tyler and Y/N matched their moans as he slowly pushed into her.
Slowly moving, he was filled to the hilt in no time. Giving her a few seconds to adjust, he began thrusting when she tugged at his hair once more. “You’re so fucking tight princess. This is all mine now. You’re all mine.”Tyler growled out as he bit at her neck once more.
Y/N was too focused on him picking up the pace that she laid there with her mouth open, only moans and curses spilling out of her mouth along with his name scrambled in between.
“Tyler, more please. I won’t break.”She breathed out and he chuckled a bit in her ear before he really began thrusting into her. The sounds of their skin slapping against each other mixed with their moans and groans. Her pleasure was heightened when his thumb came back to rest on her clit,rubbing in figure eights and applying pressure.
Tyler was thrusting away when she felt herself squeezing around his cock.”Come on kitten. You gonna come on my cock?”He growled out before she dug her nails into his back and then she was coming undone. The band snapped in her stomach and she came all over him while he continued to thrust away.
Y/N tugged at his hair and clenched around him.”Come on baby, cum for me.”She said before pressing her lips to his. She moaned and arched her back when she felt him cumming inside of her. Pulling out,he rolled over onto his side of the bed and she smiled a bit.
Leaning up,she pressed her lips to his.”I’m yours. You’re mine.”She murmured to him before she rested against him when he pulled the blankets over them. Tyler nodded and pulled her into his arms with a chuckle.”You rest up cause round 2 is gonna happen soon.”He said with a smirk as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Y/N’s eyebrows arched up and she laughed.”I want to ride those thighs before you fuck me again.”She mumbled,squeezing at the muscles of his thighs. Chuckling,he nodded his head.”Go ahead princess, you can do whatever you want.”Y/N grinned as she rested back,letting her eyes shut.
Olicity "Pitch" au - Oliver is the hot shot baseball player who's time is almost up and Felicity is the rookie & the first woman in the league. Instead of being a tech wizard she's a star athlete. Or Oliver is a baseball star who thinks too much of himself and Felicity is the agent who has to rein him in.
(Went with the second prompt–thanks!)
Felicity’s heels clicked against the painted concrete floors of the warren of rooms and hallways underneath Petco Park. But she didn’t notice that, over the video she was streaming on her tablet and the sound of her cell phone calling another phone.
When she got voicemail, she bit back a curse. “Okay, if that’s how you want to play this, Oliver, then I’m gonna play,” she spit out into the phone. “See you in five.”
She ended the call and shoved her phone into the pocket of her purse, while she hit replay on the video that showed her top player engaging in a game of strip baseball with three other players and several models.
“Damn it, Oliver,” she muttered.
Yeah, the whole ‘strip baseball’ element wasn’t great. Not when she had been trying to make Oliver’s public image match reality and his private image. When he had come up, he had been a playboy and a douchebag. But after sixteen years in the majors, it was well past time for Oliver Queen to be seen by his fans and the general public as who he really was: a man who had put his body through incredible abuse, all in the pursuit of a championship. A pursuit that his team kept falling short in, a pursuit that Felicity knew Oliver wanted to win more than anything.
Most of the time, Oliver wasn’t what she had expected before she had met him. When they had started working together at the start of the season, Oliver had wanted help negotiating his final contract and knew he needed to improve his image to get what he wanted. Felicity, for her part, had been intrigued. The Oliver Queen she met was thoughtful, serious, tactical. Not the drunk, flirtatious asshole she had heard he was.
And she had liked the man she met. The man she saw interacting with fans, with his teammates. Liked him enough to violate the boundaries she had set for herself when she started in this business.
Which was the last thing she should be thinking about right now, Felicity told herself. No, she had to be focused on this problem. Figuring out why Oliver had gone off the rails like this. Because this stunt was so out of left field, Felicity acknowledged, even as she winced at the baseball pun.
This kind of behavior? Oliver had left it behind, she thought. Ever since his best friend and teammate Tommy Merlyn had been killed in a car accident five years ago, Oliver had been different, according to other players and his coach, John Diggle. So she didn’t understand what was going on with him–and she was going to get to the bottom of it. Even if she had to use her Loud Voice.
Finally she reached her destination and knocked on the door of the trainers’ room. “Is Oliver Queen in there?”
No one answered, but Felicity could hear voices behind the door. Lifting her fist, she pounded on the door. “Open up or I’m coming in!”
She thought she heard a muffled “No!” but Felicity didn’t wait. She opened the door and stepped inside, striding along with all the determination and confidence that had let her succeed twice in male-dominated fields: computer science and sports agent.
“What were you thinking?” she snapped as she stalked over towards Oliver, who was ensconced in an ice bath. “Strip baseball? With girls who barely look legal, putting aside the fact that they are way too young for you? I thought you wanted to change your image, Oliver, not continue to feed this idiotic idea that you’re some spoiled rich kid who doesn’t give a damn!”
He wasn’t really looking at her. He was hanging his head, acting like he was ignoring her, which stoked her ire. “Look at me!” she demanded.
That got a reaction. His eyes met hers, fiery blue on fiery blue. “You sure you want to do this, Felicity?”
His voice was honey over gravel and she felt her insides twist. But she shoved aside that flutter of lust and lifted her chin. “You’ve been ignoring my calls and texts, acting like you could care less how I’m trying to help you. So the mountain is coming to Mohammed.”
“Okay, then.” With that, Oliver hoisted himself up, revealing that yes, he had been naked in that tub.
Unconsciously, her eyes flicked down and marveled at how little a reaction the cold water had on that part of Oliver’s anatomy, before she wrenched her eyes up to meet his.
“You say I’ve been ignoring you. How about how you’ve been ignoring me? For a month, I’ve been trying to get you to talk about us. And you’ve been ducking the conversation every time,” Oliver said, his hands on his hips, apparently not caring that he was standing naked in front of her, his body–scarred and rugged and completely, incredibly beautiful–on full display.
“So I pulled a stupid kid move and did something to get your attention,” he continued. “It was dumb and the last thing I needed, but, Felicity–I don’t give a damn about my contract anymore. I almost don’t care about winning a World Series. I just want to win you.”
Felicity felt her heart pound. Oliver had done this because of her? Because she had been too scared to consider that she was falling for a baseball player–for a man–like Oliver?
Licking her lips, she whispered, “I’m not a prize to be won.”
Oliver clumsily got out of the tub to be closer to her. In spite of the designer dress she was wearing, Felicity couldn’t move, couldn’t back away from his wet body.
“It’s not like that, Felicity,” he said, reaching out and clutching her hands. “I know you’re not a prize, not like that. But … everything’s changed for me. None of what I do on the field matters like it used to, none of it will matter, if you won’t give me a real chance. If you won’t give us a real chance.”
She didn’t know what to say. She kept searching his face, trying to find her answer in his eyes. And she thought he sensed her dilemma, her struggle, because he moved even closer and leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers.
That was all it took. Oliver Queen, the man who never said please, said it to her.
Going up on her toes, Felicity kissed him. Kissed him slowly and sweetly, her hands coming up to cup his stubbled cheeks, feeling his arms come around her, pouring herself into a kiss that was different from all their other kisses. From every other kiss she had ever had.
Because this was the first time she kissed someone without thinking about anything else but him.
The night is thick with a silence that seems to engulf. The sky, dark, splashed with glowing stars, glistens and winks. As far as the eye can see, there is a thick layer of white packed snow on the ground, which shimmers in the heavy-hung moonlight.
Mike sits alone, resting on a bench. The park is empty, aside from himself. His blue winter coat and hat are hardly enough to do the trick, but they keep him from getting frost bitten. His shoes scuff the white power below, his hands fiddle with a loose string in his pocket. He stares straight ahead, not really thinking. Just breathing little white puffs of air, and watching them drift away into nothing.
Just like her.
He can’t deal with it anymore. At least, not alone. It hurts to be alive. It hurts that no one quite understands. It hurts that everyone just expects him to go back to normal, even though he can’t remember what normal is.
Mike leans his head against the bench, wishing, suddenly and startlingly, that he had a cigarette. It’s an odd thought. One he isn’t quite prepared for. But the deeper, darker voice in the back of his mind knows just why; they’ll kill you slow, but they’ll still kill you, it whispers. Your lungs will rot and your face will sink and you won’t even be able to feel pain anymore.
He shivers. There is something wrong with him, he decides just then. Something wrong and twisted and sick. It’s as though poison ivy has gown along the walls of his heart and mind, sucking away all of the good.
He stares up at the stars, tears freezing to his cheeks, and conjures up the purity of missing her.