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well-its-not-human-anymore · 4 years ago

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Hi Hi!!!! So I've been following your account for a little while now and I love every single comedy bomb you drop on what you write so I was wondering....

How would the boys react to their S/O who is usually reserved when at the lair, doing a full 180 when at April's? Like they could be April's roommate or something?....

Like crackhead energy, dishing out memes and vines and literally having a duel with Casey about leftovers in the fridge?... Yeah I know it's very specific 💀

I don't know.....the idea just popped into my head but I lack the creativity and comedy skills for that...so I was wondering if you could do something with this?.....

It's totally fine, if not 😁😁

This is... 100% me. I love this and I'm gonna pour my soul into it. Also I have started mentally referring to these as comedy bombs and I refuse to stop.

Also, I hope you don't mind that I wrote these in oneshot form instead of bullet points. It just made more sense for my brain.

TMNT Oneshots

The boys with a partner whose reserved at the lair but an absolute crack gremlin at home 🤣

Donatello

Donnie may have been a man of science, all logic and facts and numbers and things. But he absolutely believed that everyone had three separate faces, you were direct proof of that theory. While the purple terrapin had known you for nearly a year you’d only started dating a month ago and it shocked him that he was still uncovering new things about you. He loved it, sure, but it had a tendency to give him figurative whiplash.

He’d always known you to be calm and collected, maybe even a bit shy. He swore you’d explode if more than one person tried to talk to you at the same time. So it wasn’t an over exaggeration for him to say that your behavior at home nearly made him break his neck.

He was only there to help April fix a bug in her laptop and to confirm your next date, he was excited to see you since you’d had no contact in person for a week because of your schedules. Just lots of phone calls and exchanged text messages. You both missed each other like crazy and your roommate had neglected to inform you that your boyfriend was coming over.

Hers was already there and he was driving you up the wall, you’d never actually thought about committing a murder but Casey was pushing you very close to the edge of snapping. And he might as well have crane-kicked you off your cliff of patience and into the rushing river of “you little fucking shit I’m gonna piss on your grave” below. You hadn’t even heard Donnie come in through the window much less his conversation with April over her computer.

All you knew was that Casey had come parading into your room like a tyrant eating the leftovers in the fridge that you had specifically put your name on. That did it. Your eyes had skimmed over the top of your textbook to meet the asshole in front of you.

“Casey?”

He couldn’t speak through the mouthful he was trying to chew and grunted in pathetic response.

“Is that my cheeseburger?”

You’d never seen a living person imitate a pug’s facial structure so well, the man’s eyes bugged out of his head and he tossed the takeout box on your desk before turning and bolting out of your room. You followed about two steps behind with a bottle of shampoo in your hand. No, you weren’t entirely sure where you’d grabbed it from, all you knew was that it was your weapon. And it quickly became a very messy problem when it missed your target (Casey’s head) and slammed into the wall, exploding on impact.

You didn’t think you’d thrown it that hard.

“April April help help help helpppppppppppppp-'' The two on the couch had looked up during the chase throughout the apartment, Donnie was mostly curious at what Casey was screaming about. Not a lot usually made the guy make that noise. He was then distracted by April grabbing the laptop and passing it to him, she then clambered over his legs to sit behind him.

“YOU UGLY ASS CROISSANT! FUCKING PANINI HEAD- IT HAD MY NAME ON IT YOU DAFT AVACADO!”

Your boyfriend almost went vertical upon watching you tackle Casey to the floor and knee him in the groin. You shook the terrified man under you and slammed him a little harder into the rug.

“Touch my shit again and I’m gonna make the beaches of Normandy look like a goddamn family vacation.”

Then you climbed off of him and stood, brushing your disheveled t-shirt off with a huff. Donnie caught your attention and you raised your head to grin excitedly at him.

“Hi Dove! April didn’t tell me you were coming over,” you practically skipped over to the couch to peck him on the cheek, “I missed ya, are we still on for Saturday?”

He nodded in complete shock, his gaze flitting from you to Casey, who was still wheezing on the floor and clutching his dick.

“Uhhh yeah! Yeah, yep, Still good for Saturday. Uhm, completely unrelated question, where the hell did you learn to grapple like that?”

You shrugged absentmindedly, already walking to the hall closet to grab cleaning supplies for the puddle of shampoo in the walkway.

“Just kinda picked it up I guess? I’ve watched you guys train enough.”

Leonardo

See, Leo had always known that you were hiding something from him. Be it your true personality or some deep dark secret. He wasn’t really in a rush to find out, you’d tell him when you were ready. The leader enjoyed your quiet disposition anyways, you gave good advice and liked to meditate with him, what more could he ask for? What more could he want?

Well, maybe if you got along better with his family, although he supposed that wasn’t your fault, you always had been a bit shy. Even six months into your relationship with him, Leo only hoped that you’d warm up to his brothers eventually. You seemed to do alright with Splinter, that was a plus for the situation. It wasn’t that you were mean or impolite to the others, you were just… avoidant. Distant, quiet, whatever word you wanted to use. You just didn’t seem comfortable at the lair.

He was excited that April had asked to host a game night though, maybe you’d come out of your shell (haha, see what I did there?) and socialize, even for a little bit. They’d all shown up a few minutes early to make sure April didn’t need help with anything, she’d assured them that everything was handled and made sure to inform Leo that you would be back shortly with Casey from your snack run. Mikey had joked that you’d ditched the get together to avoid them but they all knew it ran the possibility of not being a joke.

You unlocked the door and held it open so Casey could get inside without tripping himself before entering yourself and kicking your shoes off. Leo looked up to meet your eyes and you sent him a wild grin, your entire face lit up with amusement.

“Hi babes! Are you ready to get your ass kicked at Monopoly?”

All the poor turtle could do was nod.

“Good. I did grab drinks by the way, April there should be a mixer in the cooler bag, Donnie there’s some of that lemon lime stuff that you said you wanted to try, Mikey, orange crush as usual, Raph I tried to go for Dr. Pepper but they were out so I figured that root beer was a safe second. And Leo they had a new boba flavor that you haven’t had yet so I grabbed one. If you don’t like it then you can have mine, I just have the peach royal.”

Beverages were tossed and they were lucky that their surprise didn’t throw off their catching skills. You and April shared a quick word in the kitchen as you took your coat off and ran a hand through your hair.

After some arguments team captains were decided and Donnie nearly had a heart attack when you picked him instead of Leo or either of your friends. He even went so far as to point at himself to make sure you weren’t joking. You declared that while you loved your boyfriend his morals were too strong to be competitive, Donnie’s were not, he said so himself.

They were all surprised that you’d remembered that conversation.

It wasn’t until halfway through the game that things started getting heated, you and Mikey were nearly jumping across the table at each other. And it visibly took all of your strength to not burst out laughing when he started yelling.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS IS CHEATING! YOU'RE CHEATING! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE!"

April and Casey were snorting into their arms as you got to your feet and walked towards the kitchen, making a poor attempt at climbing the appliance.

"THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!"

Raphael

Raph had always been under the impression that you were never really 100% yourself around him, he knew for a fact that you weren’t when you stayed over. He’d never seen someone so aggressively avoid someone, except himself of course. You were his partner of almost a year and it seemed like you were never going to let your true self shine. However you did seem to lighten up when you were alone with him, he supposed that was normal, but you may as well have been a pair of old earbuds that only work when you held them a certain way at the lair.

He honestly hadn’t expected that to change tonight, not given the text that Casey had sent him informing him of April’s recent breakup with whatever guy she’d been dating. So when he climbed in through the window and saw both you and Casey sitting on the floor in front of the bathroom he really didn’t think that the words out of your mouth would be-

“April you’ve got another twenty minutes of this then I’m ripping the door off the hinges!”

Casey shot you a look and you shrugged nonchalantly before getting to your feet and walking over to your confused boyfriend.

“Hey, sorry about this. Casey only texted you as a last resort if he needed someone to stop me from tearing the door off.”

Raph found that peculiar, “Uh, couldn’t he do it himself?”

The man in question looked up from his spot on the floor.

“Nah dude, they’re crazy. Last time I tried stopping them from doing something they nearly knocked my damn tooth out while screaming, and I quote, “If you put your hands on me I’m gonna fucking rip your face off” and quite frankly I don’t have the balls to test that.”

“No no dude, that’s valid. I wouldn’t either. Babe, why are you so-”

You raised an eyebrow at him over a glass of water, “Violent? I’m not Raph. These two just have little bitch feelings.”

He found it hard not to laugh at that and fifteen minutes later when you left his side to approach the door again it sent him reeling.

“This shit’s temporary April. You’ve got nice teeth and a fat ass, stuff your feelings down!”

Michelangelo

There would never be a time where Mikey wasn’t a prankster with you, it was just simply non-negotiable. You were cool with that and he was aware, he was also aware that no pranks were to be pulled at the lair. So he’d reign it in while you visited, just for a short while. But you’d never said anything about the apartment and Mikey was a creature of opportunity.

Unfortunately Leo talked him out of it and forced him not to pull anything while they visited. The leader was already on edge so when he walked in with the others following closely behind you were the first person to see him. Your eyes caught Mikey’s instantly and you might as well have been telepathic at that moment. But you took one look at Leo’s solid, angry face and seized your moment.

They weren’t at all ready for the scream.

“GET YOUR FUCKIN’ DOG BITCH!”

And they also weren’t ready for Mikey’s response of, “It don’t bite.”

And Leo was not ready for the pillow that got whipped at his face at incredibly high speed.

“YES IT DO-”

So when Leo finally realized that they were yelling at him his mood did not improve at all and in fact declined sharply into a pit of “oh fuck”. And that was how you ended up on Mikey’s shoulder getting dragged away from any sort of repercussion for your actions.

These got a little short near the end but I hope you like 'em and I hope I was able to capture what you had in mind! 😁

-Mars 🌠

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alpacaparkaseok · 4 years ago

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Mine

3. Stalk me all you want, just bring refreshments.

Genre: Yoongi x OC

Warnings: some stalking lol

Word Count: 3.1k

We’ve made it to Paris by the time the first stalker finds me.

The past week has been spent in England popping in and out of interviews and press conferences. For the most part, it’s been pretty quiet. Granted, each interview never fails to bring up BTS, one even going so far as to pull up a quiz to see how similar I am to Suga.

I got 62%.

Sebastian demanded to take it as well. He got 43%. I still can’t tell if he was relieved or upset. Either way, things have been a little strange between us ever since that morning when he woke me up post panic attack. I can’t tell if it’s just because we’ve both got a lot of things on our minds or the fact that we’re back in civilization now, but I find myself seeking out the company of friends through phone calls and facetimes more often.

Stacey has been working nonstop to deflate the situation as much as possible. Truly, I owe her everything. She’s quick to remind me just that as I make my way to my hotel room.

“You know, this is very different from any other case I’ve had before. This fanbase is hard to get around.”

I roll my eyes even though she can’t see me from the other end of the phone. “You really have to stop referring to this as a case. It sounds like I’m some type of criminal.”

Sebastian passes me to go to his room while I fumble with my keycard. Stacey is in the middle of explaining the reasoning behind calling this a case when I finally open up the door and nearly drop the phone at the sight before me.

A girl sits on the edge of the bed, phone held up and hat low on her head. She stands up, walking over to me.

“Look who it is! Cara Richie!” For her surprised tone, I know she isn’t surprised at all. Stacey pauses on the phone as she picks up on the other voice. I remain frozen in the doorway, utterly confused. Did I get the wrong room?

Sebastian is the first one to react. “Keep your head down Car, and walk over here. Come into my room, I’ll get security.”

I do as he says, hesitating only a moment longer before turning my head down and heading down the hall. Stacey is demanding answers in my ear, but I can’t bring myself to answer her. Not as the girl is rushing out the door in an attempt to capture more footage.

“You think just because you’re a pretty face that Yoongi would be interested in you? He probably felt bad for your sorry excuse of a career and wanted to help. How do you feel about being a pity case?”

The words fling themselves at my back, but I focus on putting one step in front of the other. Sebastian is speaking quickly on the phone, motioning for me to walk faster.

“C’mon, c’mon…” He mutters under his breath, opening his door wide.

“I think you should know that this is live on Instagram. You look like a coward. Why would he like a coward like you?”

My feet refuse to move faster, my measly pace being the only thing I can manage. There’s a piece of me that really wants to turn around and give her a piece of my mind, but I know that’s the last move I should take. Not when she’s filming. Not when we’re just beginning promotions and my career is already barely hanging in there.

When I’m within arm’s reach, Sebastian grabs me and hauls me into the room. I just glimpse the dark clothing of security bursting out of the stairwell before Sebastian closes the door behind us.

“What was that?” Stacey demands to know. I watch as Sebastian scours the room, checking the bathroom and even under the covers for any unwanted visitors. Once he gives me a thumbs-up, I finally speak.

“I...I think that girl was stalking me.”

🌙

To say the least, Paris and I don’t get along well. Yes, the world-famous city of love. The irony of it all isn’t lost on me. I’m stuck in the city of love all the while trying my best to avoid crazed would-be lovers of some man I’ve only ever seen through a screen.

On the bright side, people who work for the tabloids are having a heyday. I haven’t managed to get my hands on any of the magazines they’re working for, but I do have a phone and said phone is in a constant state of buzzing and ringing.

One the down side I still have no clue how I’m supposed to make it through these promotions in one piece. A part of me hopes that BTS will step in and basically tell everyone to knock it off, but I have no way of knowing how their PR teams works. Either way, they seem to be very good at keeping things on their side very quiet while my side is barely holding the barricade.

We’re driving back from an interview when my phone rings yet again. Sebastian looks at me.

“You gonna answer that?”

Sighing, I yank my phone out of my pocket. No doubt it’s yet another nosy friend or reporter that got my number from a nosy friend.

“Oh!” I gasp. It’s an actual friend. “Bong-Cha!” I all but scream into the phone. It’s my crazy roommate from my senior year in college that convinced me to pursue another degree with her in Seoul.

“Wow, you actually sound happy to hear from me,” my friend teases.

“There’s a first time for everything. How are you?” It feels like it’s been years since we’ve last spoken.

Sebastian looks at me with a puzzled expression as I slip into Korean. I’ve never spoken it around him, but I’ve never had a reason to. In fact, it’s about time I got a call from my friend. I need to keep practicing.

“I’m...great.”

I furrow my brows as I study the Parisian streets we pass. “Are you sure about that?”

Bong-cha’s sigh carries through the phone. “Yeah, I think so. It’s just...remember when I told you before you left for the Congo that I had a really big gig coming up? Like, really big?”

The conversation we had less than a week before I left for the Congo comes back to my mind. Bong-cha and I originally went into the university to study acting. When we were both accepted to a prestigious school in Seoul she was elated and I was confused. I didn’t apply to the school. I didn’t even speak the language, why would I apply? Bong-cha took things into her own hands and filled out the application for me. It took a lot of puppy eyes and convincing, but eventually I realized that a fresh start on a new continent and even with a new language would be exactly what I needed.

The program took two years, but it only took Bong-cha six months to realize that she wanted to focus more on the music part of filming rather than the actual acting. The little punk switched programs, but we still lived together for the duration of the two years. Looking back, she made the right decision. She can weave and create a soundtrack that puts people under a spell. She even helped with the soundtrack for one of my very first indie flicks.

Thanks to her I had something of an advantage going into the world of cinema with both American and Korean acting experience. But the best part of it all was the building up a friendship that will last for decades.

“Yeah,” I come out of my walk down memory lane. Paris somehow makes me nostalgic. “What happened with that? How did it go?”

“Well, it went well...it wasn’t exactly for a movie, though.”

“What was it for, then?” I can sense the hesitation in her tone and urge her forward. “Are you releasing a mixtape or something?” We both chuckle at the notion.

“No, not that. Although I would take the world by storm if I decided to drop a mixtape. It would be pure genius.”

“Yeah, yeah. What was it for? Now you’ve made me curious.”

Another sigh. “I was working on a comeback trailer for BTS.”

My heart stutters for a moment. “You- you what?”

“I know, and I should have told you all of this-”

“Daebak!” I shout into the car, Sebastian jumping a little at my sudden exclamation. “That’s so cool, Bong-cha! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me before!”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, it is amazing, isn’t it? They’re kind of going for this intense dystopian feel and somebody recommended me to them because they’d seen ‘True Lies’, isn’t that great? I still can’t believe it.”

Bong-cha deserves every ounce of credit that comes her way, I couldn’t be happier for her. Then I remember my current situation, and the questions I’m dying to ask her are all jumping for attention. I bite them down, reminding myself that this isn’t about me.

“I told you that the soundtrack for ‘True Lies’ was perfect, didn’t I? See, you should listen to me more often.”

A half-hearted chuckle from the other end of the phone. “I guess I should. But Cara, that’s not the only reason I called. I think I may have screwed something up.”

If my heart keeps stuttering I may die. Trying not to jump to any conclusions, I struggle to keep the apprehension out of my voice. “Ok...what happened?”

“Well...I worked a lot with all the boys, they’re very hands on in the whole process.”

“Ok.”

“I especially worked a lot with Suga because he’s very talented at producing music and all that, so he had a lot of say in the overall vibe and feel of the piece. Anyways, as you can imagine, we had to spend a lot of time together and we actually became pretty good friends...”

A yellow bike is being parked in a bike rack painted with red flowers and vines. It’s outside of the kind of cafe you only see in movies, and a young woman sits by the window with a book in hand. She’s lost in thought, no longer looking down at her book but instead watching the cars as they pass by. One hand rests idly around her drink which is still full. We make eye contact for a single second before I speed by, and I know that I’ll never see her again but I can’t help but wish I was her.

If I were her I could sit there calmly, not worried about much except for not spilling my drink on my novel. I would admire the yellow bike in the rack, and think up bike routes that I could enjoy. I would pack my book in the little basket between the handlebars and I would wait for a sunny day to go out and read.

Just my bike, book, and me.

Jumping a little as we pass over a speed bump I’m ripped from my alternate reality and drink in the words that Bong-cha speaks as delicately as possible.

“...we talked a lot, and eventually I started talking about my friends. You know, pretty normal, isn’t it? Everyone talks about their best friends. I mentioned you, of course. Explained how we lived together for however long, like what, four years? Two in the states and two in Seoul? Anyways, I was going on about you because ‘Under Nine’ has been so huge and it’s like you finally had your big break.”

Coaxing my jaw to move from its stiff position, I form a sentence. “Bong-cha, just tell me.”

There’s a two second pause before she dives back in. “He’d seen the film, said that you seemed cool. And I just started thinking about it and I thought that you two would be so cute together. And he just seems...lonely. Is that weird? And you’re always so stressed with trying to find the next big project so I just talked you up but...I- I didn’t tell him to date you or anything, I swear! I just said that you two should be friends. That’s all, I swear.”

Somehow the spike in heart rate I was expecting never comes. Instead, I almost feel more at ease. At least I’m starting to understand how this got started. It all seemed too disconnected before, like he just picked my name out of a hat and decided to have some fun with it.

“So...do you know why he said those things in the interview? Because that wasn’t exactly a call for friendship. At least, if that’s how he meant it, he failed. Big time. And now I’m paying the price.”

I can’t keep the bite out of my voice toward the end, and Sebastian doesn’t need to be fluent in the language to understand that tone.

‘You ok?’ he mouths. I nod and roll my neck in an attempt to relax. I don’t want Bong-cha to think that I’m mad at her. If anything, I’m flattered that she even thought to act as a sponsor for me to one of the most famous rappers in the world, however misguided her intentions.

“I know. I know, trust me, I talked to him about it.”

I wasn’t expecting that. They must be pretty good friends if Bong-cha feels comfortable calling him out on this. “You did?”

She chuckles. “I know, shocking. I just feel partially responsible for all of this. Then when I saw that video in your hotel room-”

“Wait, you saw that? I thought they were able to take that down in time.”

“Well, it was live when she was filming it. So she had to stop the filming but it was already out in the world. If it makes you feel any better, most people feel bad for you. You reacted really well in the video. Didn’t even say anything. Yoongi felt horrible when-”

“Hold up, hold up.” The words tumble from my mouth before she can continue. “You’re telling me that he actually saw that? And you talked to him about all of this? What is he saying?”

“I would tell you if you would quit interrupting me.”

“Sorry.” A hint of a smile tugs at my lips, the head strong Bong-cha I know so well reappearing.

“Anyways, as I was saying he felt horrible once he saw the video. Obviously we knew that it was probably a little crazy for you, especially with interviews and stuff. But I think even the guys were surprised to hear about you having stalkers and stuff.”

“The guys as in…”

“As in the guys. Jin and Jimin and-”

“Yeah. Yep. Got it.” I’m not sure whether I should laugh or cry, so I settle for shock.

“I talked to Yoongi about it, though. They all feel horrible about it, really. I guess after I talked about you so much he got curious and started doing some research and trying to figure out who you were. You know, kind of like friend shopping.”

“Is that a thing?”

“Sure, when you’re that crazy famous it is. You have to make sure the person you want to befriend isn’t some psycho in disguise.”

I snort. “I am a psycho, though. I don’t even try to hide it.”

Bong-cha chuckles, in full agreement with me. “Trust me, I know. But I don’t know, maybe he thinks it’s endearing? I mean, look at his closest friends. Compared to the rest of the members, you’re pretty tame. They’re all nuts.”

Just from the way Bong-cha speaks about the band I can tell that she really loved spending her time working with them. It would appear they all became fast friends. I can’t say that surprises me; she’s always had a knack for making friends.

“Alright, if you say so.”

“Anyways, I guess the guys were just giving him a hard time because he was always watching your stuff. Everyone took it too far in that interview. I mean, honestly speaking, I think they want him to get a girlfriend as badly as I do, but,” she keeps chattering away as she senses my impending interruption, “they realize that this wasn’t the best way to go about everything. Trust me when I say that their agency practically skinned them alive when the interview went viral.”

I suppose it makes sense to a certain point, but there’s still one outlier in all this information. If this is purely just an innocent mistake, then why on earth would Yoongi fan the flame by inviting us to the film festival in Seoul? And publicly RSVP?

I ask Bong-cha as much, the skepticism thick in my voice. “I just don’t get it, I guess.”

Bong-cha curses on the other side, and I can practically see her rolling her eyes. “That is precisely why all of the boys have basically been in time out for the past couple of weeks. Remember when I said that the other boys want Yoongi to get moving as much as I do?”

“Yeah? I don’t follow…”

Bong-cha laughs at the situation, the sound of it only worrying me more. “That wasn’t Yoongi that invited you guys and RSVPd.”

I nearly choke at the new information. The anger I feel is red-hot. Somebody really is trying to sabotage my career, aren’t they? “W-who? Who would do that? Why haven’t they said anything about that? Clearly someone is trying to ruin my career, and possibly his as well. Wouldn’t BigHit do someth-”

“Hey! Listen to me you psycho!” Bong-cha yells through the phone, barely able to get me to shut up for more than two seconds. “Are you even listening to me at all? I just said that the others are pushing for you and Yoongi, too. Nobody is trying to destroy your career.” She pauses, and for once I don’t interrupt her. Instead I wait with bated breath for her to continue. “You should have seen Yoongi’s face when Jin told him what he did.”

Jin? Kim Seokjin? What did he do?

“What do you mean? What did Jin do?”

A sigh of long-suffering. “He’s the one that invited you guys. And made sure Yoongi would have to be there to face you by publicly RSVPing him. Got it?”

“Why would he do that?” I ask myself the question more than anything. Bong-cha still responds though, the smirk evident in her tone.

“You’ll just have to ask him in person when you get here, won’t you? Make sure you save me a seat. I want to be there for this.”

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small-teacup · 4 years ago

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Okay, Inventing Privileges Revoked

Requested by: @jwillowwolf

Notes: The magical stuff in this fic is based off of The Ancient Magus Bride (anime and manga). If you've read/seen it, I put a lil reference to it somewhere in here >:)

POV: 3rd person

Ships: Analogical, Royality, and Demus/Dukeceit/Receit

CW: Swearing, yelling, eating, sympathetic Remus and Janus, fire, mention of failing classes, vines, being watched

Lemme know if I missed any :D

Word Count: 3041

“Twist this...and then you-” The inventor muttered to himself as he made a few adjustments and tweaks on his latest machine. It was supposed to harness the power of magic from other worlds, so that it could benefit this world. He knows they exist...he just knows. A few sparks flew at him as a knob was turned. “Don’t you dare start acting up on me. I spent a year and a half on you, I’m not letting you give up on me now,” he scolded the piece of machinery. He had an amusing habit of talking to objects. As if the invention had heard him, little gears started turning even though he hadn’t meant it for it to be turned on. Not yet. But it seemed like it was doing it out of spite. An unpleasant noise erupted from it before he quickly turned the knob back to its original position. “That’s enough out of yo-”

“LOGAN!! DINNER’S READY!!”

“Soooo..” Patton started, taking a bite out of a piece of garlic bread. “Any progress on your cool lil’ device you got in your room?” He asked, looking over at his roommate.

The voice scared Logan out of his wits, flinching as he pushed up his glasses. “I’M COMING!” He called back, standing up from his seat and tiredly walking out of his bedroom to the kitchen. He didn’t seem to realize the pink-ish glow emitting from the machine behind him.

________________

“It’s not...exactly doing what I want it to do. But that’s alright, I can still fix it,” Logan replied, scooping some spaghetti into his mouth.

“Ooohh..okay! Virgil, how were your classes today?”

The boy in question sat across from Patton, hunched over and eating slowly with one hand, the other one shoved in his jacket pocket. “Failed ‘nother exam. I’m thinkin’ of giving up at this point…” He mumbled, poking a meatball.

“Noooo! Don’t say that! You still got a lot to look forward to!”

“I agree with Patton,” Logan said, looking over at Virgil. “You’re trying your best and that’s what matters. It’s just one mistake, it’s not that big of a deal. You’ll be ok.”

“But what if I won’t be? Ughh..my grades are going down so so low… Sometimes I just don’t wanna be here. Not away from you guys, of course, but..just- somewhere where I don’t have to stress myself every night and break down almost once every week.”

“Like Logie said, you’ll be okay! Here, how about this, you take a well-deserved break and me or Logan can do your work for you?”

“That wouldn’t work because he wouldn’t be learning the things he needs to in order to pass. The least we can do right now is try to keep his mind off of work for a short time. But he has to get back to doing his assignments after.”

“Um..,” Virgil muttered quietly, as not to interrupt either of the boys. “I guess my little ‘break’ starts now…? If so, then uh..can I see Logan’s machine thing?”

Logan and Patton looked at each other, the more optimistic of the two grinning. “Yeah! I’d like to see it too!”

The inventor sighed, shaking his head lightly. “Fine, but do not touch it.”

His roommates cheered as a small smile made its way onto Logan’s face.

After dinner, they were grouped in Logan’s room, staring at the little device.

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“So...how does it work?” Virgil asked, tilting his head slightly. Logan gently took the device and held it in his hands so the others could see. “Well, you’re supposed to turn this knob,” he explained, turning said knob. The machine sputtered to life, however it seemed...off. “But it doesn’t seem to be working correctly at the moment.”

Patton stared at the tiny device in amazement, Virgil doing the same until he got a notification from his phone. He pulled it out, pure frustration showing on his face.

“UGHHH- I don’t even wanna be IN THIS WORLD anymore!” He groaned, shoving his phone into his pocket.

Suddenly, child-like laughter filled the air.

“Wh...What was that?” Patton asked, fearful.

“I’m..not sure,” Logan responded, looking around. Vines grew from the ground and latched to their legs as three small portals appeared beneath them. They were pulled down into those portals before they could even scream.

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Logan woke up to the sight of trees, the moonlight shining through them, and the feeling of dirt beneath him. He shot up and looked around frantically before his eyes landed upon two figures curled up next to one of the trees. On closer examination, he realized those were his roommates. Patton seemed to have calmed Virgil down from a panic attack.

“Are you two okay…?” He asked, going over and sitting with them. At the sound of Logan’s voice, Virgil suddenly latched onto him. “God- I thought you died! I’m so sorry..This is my fault, I’m so so sorry..,” the boy muttered, his grip tightening.

“I...believe it’s my fault. It was my invention, I shouldn’t have shown it to you two when it wasn’t even working properly.”

“Guys-” Patton said, trying to warn them.

“No but if I hadn’t got so angry-”

“I don’t think it had to do with your anger.”

“Guys-”

“But what if it did? We weren’t pulled in until I got that stupid notif.”

“There’s nothing in the device that would make it respond to human emotions-”

“GUYS!”

“WHAT?!” The two shouted in unison, seeing Patton looking up.

“There’s people..w-watching..,” he whispered.

Virgil and Logan looked up as well. Two pairs of eyes stared back at them, one pair green and the other pair red. Shadows hid their bodies from view, if they even had bodies. The two entities laughed, sounding exactly like the laugh they’d heard before being sucked into this alternate world. Patton scooted over to his roommates hurriedly and stayed very close to them. The entities above seemed to look at each other before the one with green eyes suddenly disappeared with a gust of wind. Red eyes looked back down at them, suddenly dropping from the tree and landing with a flourish. In the light, it seemed that the entity was a boy, about the same age as the three humans in front of him. Little flames burned from the tips of his hair that he didn’t seem bothered with. Speaking of, his hair was tied in a ponytail that hung over his shoulder. He wore a white shirt with gold lining at the top, its sleeves going down to his elbows and hanging loosely. A red sash was tied around his waist. Black cloth was tucked into it from the back, making it sway behind him whenever he moved. He wore simple brown shorts that seemed to have been torn from what used to be a complete pair of trousers. Gold ribbons wrapped his legs in a criss-cross pattern, tying into knots at his ankles. His ears were pointed, making him look like an elf. His eyes always seemed to have a fire burning in them.

He grinned at the terrified humans and held his hand out to them, but it seemed more directed at Patton.

“Greetings, humans! You may call me Princey. You’re not supposed to be here!” He sang.

Patton was the first to speak up, albeit in a shaky tone, “N-Nice to meet you, Princey. I’m P-”

“Ah ah ah! Nicknames only. Real names have power in our world, and you wouldn’t want to fall prey to anything...unpleasant, now would you?” The fae interrupted. He narrowed his eyes, but his grin stayed.

“And how’re we supposed to know that you’re not one of the ‘unpleasant’ kind?” Virgil asked harshly, suspicious of this seemingly magical stranger.

The faerie’s eye twitched as he pulled back his hand, “You certainly seem to be one of them, so you tell me.”

“You did not-”

“If the shoe fits, rusty human.”

“Alright alright, umm...maybe we shouldn’t fight?” Patton suggested, looking between the two.

“Yes, we don’t need to cause more problems to add to the ones we already have,” Logan agreed, pulling Virgil closer. The smaller boy huffed and muttered an “okay.”

“So we’re all in agreement that we’d rather not fight right now! Perfect! Now, let’s start this over. What would each of you like to be called?”

“Can I be called Pat..? Is part of our names allowed?”

“I...suppose. You have a very sweet-sounding nickname. And you two?” He gestured to Logan and Virgil.

The inventor sighed, “Call me L, please.”

“Alright, very simple,” Princey commented, looking over at the last boy to share his nickname. “..You know, I might just call you Rusty.”

“Don’t call me that-”

“Too late, Rusty.”

“I have a question,” Logan stated, looking up at the fae.

“Yeeeesss?”

“Why did you call him a ‘rusty human’?”

“Ah! It’s something only Neighbors, such as I, would get. Each human that comes through the forest has a distinct smell. For example, Pat smells like roses.” He sighed dreamily. “My favorite flower… As for Rusty over there, he smells like...well- rust. It’s utterly disgusting to us.”

“..Is ‘Neighbors’ the name of your species?”

“Sort of…? Neighbors is what you call faeries, however that term is dull to some. If we’re talking about the subspecies of fae, I’m a fire sprite.”

Virgil snickered, covering his mouth to hide his smile.

“What’s so funny about that? I’ll have you know that you should respect us magical beings, lest you be cursed or spirited away!”

“I’m gonna call you Soda,” The boy replied behind his hand.

“Wha-”

“Ooooh! Because he’s a sprite!” Patton said, pointing finger guns at Virgil. “Ayyyyyy!”

“Ayyyyyyy.” The other pointed finger guns right back at him.

Princey and Logan just sighed, one being confused and the other used to his roommates' antics.

The fae clapped his hands. “Okay okay. To get you all out of potential danger, you’re going to have to come with me. I’ll take you to my abode. Be warned, my brother and his boyfriend live there as well.” He shot a look at Virgil, “I’m not going to kill any of you. It wouldn’t benefit anyone.”

They looked at each other and seemed to be in silent agreement as they stood. Princey started guiding them through the trees and the bushes, careful to avoid anything that could kill these new humans.

“So...Why are you helping us? Not that I don’t appreciate it, I just...wanna know, y’know?” Patton asked as they walked.

“...It’s lonely here. The other fae are very..gossipy. You do something dumb and suddenly it spreads around like wildfire. So I usually stay away from fae that I don’t already know, as I wouldn’t want any...betrayals or damages to my pride. I trust that you humans are not the same...?”

“I don’t think so.. Right?” The boy looked over at his two friends, who seemed to be having a silent conversation with one another. He sighed and gave up on the question, feeling a bit left out. Princey seemed to notice, gesturing for Patton to walk with him at the front, to which the boy hesitantly but happily did.

After a bit of walking, they came across a little cottage in a clearing. Smoke billowed out of the chimney as they approached it.

“Well,” the fire sprite sighed. “Here we are! It’s not much...but it works.”

“...I thought it’d look more like a giant mushroom or something,” Virgil commented, a bit suspicious about how normal the house looked.

“Why would we live in a fucking mushroom? A MUSHROOM THAT SIZE DOESN’T EVEN EXIST- Where are you getting these ideas?!”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, faerie boy?” The emo replied, waiting for Princey to open the door or something. Was there even a lock on the front door?

As if on cue, the door swung open to reveal another faerie, similar to Princey. This one, however, wore reversed colors. A black shirt with silver lining and a green sash instead of a red one. He had a silver streak in his hair, dangling over his eyes. His hair was braided, draped over his shoulder as well. The most peculiar thing, though, was the fake mustache he wore and the green wings protruding from his back, speckled with black.

“Wretched brother! And...other people!” The new faerie greeted, moving aside so they could get in.

“Greetings to you too...Duke,” Princey muttered, leading the small group inside.

“That’s his name? Duke? What, is he a dog?” Virgil asked, semi-sarcastically.

“Based on his behavior, he might as well be,” The fire sprite grumbled, flopping on a nearby chair and sighing. “And no, that’s not his name. Remember what I said about those, Rusty?”

“Yeah yeah, they ‘hold power’ or whatever. But why do you guys need to disguise your names when you’re the one who’s able to use them against us? You’re not at risk.”

“Actually, we are. I’d also rather you not call my beloved a dog,” A new voice said, the source of it being a figure that had just walked in from the kitchen. The humans looked at him, a bit startled. It didn’t seem like this one was the same as the brothers. He wore a wide-brimmed black hat with a yellow ribbon tied around it. The shadows created by the hat covered one half of his face. The half that was visible seemed normal. He had dark brown eyes that made him seem wise and intimidating. A black and gold capelet laid on his shoulders, linked together with a gold chain. He wore yellow lace gloves with black ribbons wrapped around his wrist. He was even wearing thigh-high stiletto boots.

“mY BOYFRIEND!!” Duke screeched as he half-ran and half-flew to the new faerie. He latched onto him in a tight hug, his wings flapping slightly in happiness.

“Could I inquire what nickname you,” Logan started, gesturing to the mysterious fae, “would like to go by? And what type of faeries are you two?”

“Hm...Call me Deceit, if you will. Duke’s an Ariel and I’m a Leannan Sidhe.”

“Ariel?? Like the mermaid??” Patton wondered aloud, sitting next to Princey on another chair. It was obvious the two wanted to be close to each other with the way they were glancing at each other.

“I...don’t know what a ‘mermaid’ is, but I’m assuming that has nothing to do with the faerie world, so no. An Ariel is a type of sprite, a wind denizen, or in simpler terms, they can control the wind. They’re known to be mischievous, despite their job of purification,” Deceit explained, fondly playing with his boyfriend’s hair.

“And a Leannan Sidhe…?” Logan asked, sitting on the couch with a notebook and pen in hand. Where did he even get that…

“A subspecies of a fae you humans would refer to as a ‘vampire’. Young men let us feed on their blood in exchange for talent. It could also be exchanged for...other things.”

“Oh. Is the amount of blood a lot…? Because it would kill the human if you took too much.”

“It’s just enough that the human wouldn’t die on the spot. However, those we feed on don’t usually lead very long lives. Enjoy what you have and die or yearn for more and die greedy.”

“Greedy?” Virgil repeated, sitting next to Logan and clasping his hands together. If he was being honest, he actually considered offering his blood to the vampire, despite how shady that’d be.

“What you sought for certainly didn't come from you, did it?”

“N..No…”

“That’s what I thought.”

Awkward silence fell over the room. Duke fluttered his wings happily as he cuddled closer to Deceit. It created a little gust of wind that unfortunately threatened the life of Princey’s flames, to the fire sprite’s annoyance.

“Do any of you know why we’re here..?” Patton asked quietly, shuffling a bit closer to the fae next to him.

“I do! I do!!” The wind denizen chirped, speeding away from his boyfriend and stopping in front of the human. “So when the nerd over there made the weird machine, we were able to find connections to your world! But we didn’t know what to do with it, so we left it alone. But theeeeennnn, Rusty said a few magic words, and some of the faeries in our world took advantage of it, so that’s why you guys are here!”

“What magic words???” Virgil called from the other side of the room.

Duke cleared his throat and did a half-hearted attempt at imitating Virgil, “i dON’T evEn WAnnA be iN thiS woRlD ANyMOREEeEe blAHhhhh.”

“Okay, I said everything BUT that last part.”

“I know, it’s just that you’re overly angsty.”

“IT’S PART OF MY AESTHETIC-”

“Let’s calm down for a moment,” Patton said softly, giving a tiny and nervous smile. “What part of that was magical?”

“All of it! When humans say something, whether they mean it or not, some specific types of fae listen closely so they can cause maaaajor terror and disorder. Like this one time, some girl was angry at her lil’ brother so she went, ‘I wish you were never my brotherrrr!’ or something dramatic like that, and then the next day, the boy was gone! And nooooobody remembered him except her. She got really scared, but lucky for her, a couple of mages came by and helped her.”

“...Mages?”

“Yeah! They’re either like...human-like faes or sleigh-beggies.”

“Sleigh-beggies??? I honestly don’t think that’s the actual name-”

“Doesn’t matter what you think! That’s what it’s called. Sleigh-beggies are just humans who’ve been gifted with the sight to see otherworldly things. It may sound cool, but trust me, you don’t wanna know how many things are crawling over all of you right now.”

At that, both Patton and Virgil screeched, trying to get rid of the creatures they couldn’t even see. Logan sighed and shook his head.

“How do we get back?” He asked, looking over at Deceit as it seemed like he was the best person to ask.

“Well…” The fae started.

“You’re just going to have to stay and find out.”

[End]

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illneverrecover · 3 years ago

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JACKIE! hi, august on main! your wips sound awesome! sorry i'm late! If you're still doing this, i NEED to know more about these: 3. Heist Tae 4. Mostly, she was fire; unkept, uncontrollable, and unstoppable 5. And they were soulmates AU. They sound awesome and already sorry for the way tumblr is gonna format this ask... ^^ HUGS!

August!! You're right on time, darling!

3. Heist Tae - I talked about him in another reply here, but MAN I wish I could say more. I am really excited to keep working on this and for the whole thing to come together! 4. Mostly, she was fire; unkept, uncontrollable, and unstoppable - So this one actually doesn't have a title or anything (Google docs just made the first sentence the title 😂) because I wrote it one night on a whim. I didn't have any particular project or idea in mind, just this little scene that I couldn't stop thinking about, and so I wrote it out and saved it, figuring I could turn into something later on. I had this high fantasy world in mind, where reader is some badass queen of a large territory, and the fic is written from the BTS members point of view, as the king of an enemy territory who is not so secretly in love with queen reader. I didn't have a particular member in mind, so it's written from third person for now. I hadn't thought about this piece in a long time (until this game, really lol) and I'd still love to flesh out some details for it. 5. And they were soulmates AU - this started as kind of a crackhead idea lmao but the main premise was a soulmate AU where when you find your match, you're able to meet them in your dreams and have basically a lucid experience with them whenever you want. However before that connection could be made, you and your soulmate had to see each others faces. Considering how many people are on this planet, the odds of this happening felt slim, so an app is made to help you find your soulmate by flashing a bunch of pictures of different people in front of you in hopes you 'see' the one. My original idea had reader using the app and connecting with one of the members of BTS (so it would be idol!AU too) and then meeting them that night in their dreams - hijinks ensue. However I also thought about not making them idols but still having them based in Korea and reader based elsewhere so it becomes a long distance kinda thing. Either way, I wanted it to be a light-hearted comedy (with some steamy parts) and to name it "And They Were Soulmates" in reference to the "...and they were roommates" Vine. That was it, that's my motivation 😂😂 (in reference to my send me an ask about one of my WIPS game post)

#also never apologize for tumblrs terrible formatting its okay i understand #my wips as a whole feel very chaotic lolol but thats what its like inside my head #sweet angel moots #augustbutwinter #so much possum love #asks #wip ask game #jackie.txt

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thebickedwitchoftherest · 4 years ago

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Oh My God, They Were Roommates || Camille & Cece

Timing: Sometime before Jane moved in (please don’t roast me)

Location: Cece’s house

Parties: Cece & @carrionxcamille

Summary: When Camille moved in with Cece they share dinner and get to know each other.

Camille was going to owe Cece for the rest of her life, and she didn’t even care about the debt.

Once she’d chucked her pitiful backpack of belongings- yes, she still had that little stuff to her name- into the bedroom that was to be hers, Camille bolted straight to the bathroom, throwing an apology over her shoulder for how long she was about to steal the shower for. Hey, the water pressure in that motel had done absolutely nothing for her hair. When she did eventually leave the bathroom in a flourish of steam with a towel wrapped around her head she felt more at peace than she had in months. Seriously, the wonders of a good hot shower never ceased to amaze.

It was a little while after that she left her room again, in the silky new pajama set she’d treated herself too with her hair soft and shiny and actually dry, since the hairdryer here didn’t threaten to overheat if you had it on for more than five minutes.

The fun didn’t stop there though, because now Camille had a whole actual kitchen to play with. “Cece, I’m gonna make dinner!” She called out, already rummaging through the fridge for ideas- she’d have to start writing the lists for their grocery shopping, this place was lacking- “stop me if you don’t like spaghetti carbonara!” She was already starting anyway, feeling lighter and more at ease than she had in weeks. To be in a real home again really lifted her spirits.

In almost no time at all she had food set on the table- she was only sorry they didn’t have anything she could make dessert with, but ice cream would do- and was pouring a glass of white wine for each of the girls. “I’m sorry I immediately took over your shower and kitchen.” Camille said, now that some of her excitement had given way and reminded her of her manners, “I hope you like dinner, anyway. I just wanted to say thank you to you, for having me. It means a lot that you’d help me like you have.”

Cece had been laughing to herself the entire day. As sad as it was, Camille didn’t have much to move with her when Cece set off on helping her move out of that shithole motel she had been trapped in. Nothing but a few small bags that needed transferred to the first of Cece’s guest bedrooms. It had been the same one that Morgan had used after a similar situation had her moving in. Personally, Cece loved the feeling. As horribly as her own circumstances had ended up with the coven, they had still taken her in after getting kicked out of her own home. When she had nowhere else to go, they had taken her in. Obviously, Cece wasn’t about to pull some bullshit like that, but she could pay it back minus the whole culty murder part.

As Camille made herself home and found her way to the fridge, Cece gravitated over towards it and joined her, grabbing a chair at the barstool that looked into the kitchen. “Ooh, Carbonara? Now that’s fancy.” Cece would take whatever Cam was planning on cooking. Cece wasn’t a picky eater by means, and she also wasn’t much of a cook. Cece had learned a few recipes from Morgan but rarely cooked them for herself.

“Hey, feel free to cook in my kitchen any time. Especially if you’re making enough for two.” Cece held up her wine glass that Camille had poured as if in cheers, “But don’t worry. I have a full bathroom in my room. That one is all yours.” Cece didn’t waste any time digging into the food, nodding her head and giving a thumbs up after the first mouthful, “Oh this shit is bomb” Cece finally spoke after she finished chewing, digging right back in for another bite. “You don’t have to thank me. You needed a place that wasn’t a den for up and coming serial killers. I have two guest rooms. It all worked out. I’d love to know what convinced you to come here of all places.”

She was safe here, that was the other thing. It was so much easier to breathe when you couldn’t hear your vampire neighbors through the walls discussing some party, when you weren’t watching another sad looking lost soul slip through the door of the drug dealer who lived on the other side. This felt like the kind of place she could start her life again. Save up, get an ID and her own place. It would be nice to have company, too. Camille had spent so much time staring blankly at terrible wallpaper with no one to talk too. “You’re in luck, I don’t really know how to cook for just one person.” She laughed, taking a seat at the table and raising her own glass in return to Cece’s gesture.

It was a simple meal, by her standards anyway, but even Camille was blown away by how good it tasted after weeks of microwave meals and cold sandwiches. “I’m glad you like it- you’ll have to let me know if there’s anything you absolutely won’t or can’t eat, I’ll do some grocery shopping later this week.” She was looking forward to that, too. Proper food shopping. She wondered if Cece had a vegetable crisper. Camille doesn’t answer the question at first, about what convinced her to move to White Crest. She’s not the first person to ask, and she has a party line about her parents living nearby which she knew she should use right now, but…

Camille was remembering the bar, that joke that had been made about Cece hexing someone. Was she really a witch? There wasn’t anything in the house that screamed witchcraft to Cam, but then again she had no idea what sort of stuff that would really be. She ate and drank quietly for a while, considering what to say. If Cam asked outright and Cece turned out to not be a witch, to not know about or believe in any of that kind of stuff, it would be throwing a serious wrench in their dynamic just as they were getting to know eachother. No one wanted a crazy roommate, and spouting off about witches was exactly that. “My parents live nearby.” She spoke up after a while, giving Cece a bright smile and a shrug, “I’d heard about this place growing up and I figured… Well, if there was a time to live in the weird town it was now, right? If nothing else there’s always something wacky going on if I need a distraction.” Which she did, often. “What about you? Why are you in White Crest?”

Cece leaned back in her chair dramatically and patted her belly, “Don’t you worry roomie. This girl eats and and everything. I’m not picky.” Unlike her adopted parents, who both had a myriad of food allergies and dietary restrictions, her genetic parents (fuck them wherever they may be) had graced her with the appetite and taste buds to enjoy just about anything. And no allergies that she knew of to worry about. “I’m not gonna leave you completely hanging though, don’t worry. I can’t cook for shit, but I’ll make an excellent sous-chef.” She feigned cutting vegetables with her fork and then took a huge bite of pasta, “You and me are about to put MasterChef to shame.”

Cece didn’t believe the answer, not entirely. Maybe it was because of the town itself. It just didn’t seem like people picked up and moved here on a whim. They came here on purpose, or they ended up here by some supernatural unlucky twist of fate. Maybe Camille really did just want a change. If she was looking for a little excitement in her life, then maybe she did turn to the town with a weird reputation. Back in high school, when Cece was full swing into her horror movie phase she probably would have done the same exact thing. She supposed it didn’t matter at the moment, Cam had only just moved in. The two weren’t obligated to explain the truth about them being here to each other. Cece had gotten more comfortable around town, helping out when needed, but that didn’t mean she was yelling it down the streets. “Long story. My family travelled a lot. They’re like the weird living off the Earth hippy types. We travelled all over the country before I finally decided to split off and make my own path. I just so happened to be up here in the New England area, so I looked for some job postings and bought a house.” Cece shrugged. Maybe it was an oversimplified version of the truth, but that story wasn’t one that she planned on telling to anyone. “Not nearly as glamorous as it sounds, honestly. Most of the time, I miss Cali. But this place has its own charms. Can’t complain about the company. Yourself included of course. Being roommates gives you automatic rights to the bestie list. Welcome to the club.”

Camille nods, pretty happy it seems like she’ll be able to have her run of recipes in this house- she’s already running through a list of her favorite things she wants to make first. Salmon, risotto, chickpea curry, stuffed vine leaves, sunday lunch! She’d done pretty much all the meal cooking at home- jobless Jace had made do with sandwiches or leftovers most of the time for lunch while she was at work- so it would be nice to get back into the swing of it, and actually have a little help. She’d read somewhere that cooking together could be a good bonding experience. Cam chuckled, “well that’s good. I’m sure you’ll be able to learn a little if we’re cooking together, too.” And she’d pick up a couple of her old favorite recipe books to leave behind once she moved out, too.

It was also nice to have her food appreciated for once, she’d been lucky to get so much as a thankyou out of Jace. Cam ate a little more as Cece explained how she’d found herself in town, quietly a little jealous that she’d travelled and seen so much more of the country than Cam ever had. From Bangor to Boston and pretty much back again. “Sounds like it must have made for a fun childhood.” She beams when Cece refers to her as a bestie- it’s been an awful long time since Camille has had proper friends. “Happy to be a member.” She says, “I think I’ve hit a patch of good luck, considering how coincidental it was that I met you that night at the bar.” She traces a finger around the rim of her wine glass, smiling wistfully, “hopefully it means things are turning around for me.”

Cece let herself laugh, whether it came across as genuine or sarcastic one was anybody’s guess. Must have made for a fun childhood. Explaining Cece’s past, even a felony free PG version of the tale, seemed complicated. Her life had been made up of different families. Her blood family that had never wanted her. Her adopted family that turned their backs on her. Her coven family, that took advantage of her. And her life here, with some semblance of a found family being built. Far too complex to try to get into during their first dinner together. So as far as Cam knew, maybe her life travelling around the country had been a fun childhood, even if she had never actually left California until she had turned 18. “Everyday was different, I’ll tell you that. Plus it led me here, where I spent the first few months freezing my ass day in and day out.” Cece pointed towards the closet near the front door, “Seriously, you should see all the winter coats I have in there. I used to wear those around the house.”

That night had been a happy coincidence, hadn’t it? If Cece and Winn had gone to any other bar they probably wouldn’t have met each other at all. Just one of a sea of faces the two would look by as they passed each other on the street everyone once and awhile. “Fate does work in mysterious ways, I guess.” Cece wasn’t big into the idea of fate. From what she had seen, if you didn’t take control of it yourself fate had a tendency to fuck you over. “Ah right, you are here after a shitty divorce, right?” Cece vaguely remembered the conversation from that night, though admittedly Winn’s stream of drinks that he was footing the bill for had kept her pretty tipsy the entire night. “From what I remember, he sounds like a real fuckboy. So good for you, girl. You deserve a lot better.”

Adults are harder to read than kids. Even if what a kid says is confusing their tone always gives them away, because they haven’t quite figured out how to change that yet. Cece laughs, and there’s an edge to it but Camille doesn’t know what that means- did she resent her parents for dragging her around the country when she’d have rather stayed in one place? Was it not fun for her? It’s really not her place to pry, of course. Big changes to your life were not always a good thing though, she understood that. “I suppose it must be cold, compared to Cali.” Cam grins ruefully, “I’m used to it. Boston isn’t quite as cold, but near enough.” And maybe she’d borrow one or two of those coats, just to mix up wearing the same outfits over and over again.

It was no small favor, putting a roof over her head and getting her out of that motel. Camille couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something so nice for her- of course, bar telling her colleague what a terrible person Jace had actually turned out to be she couldn’t really remember telling anyone about her problems either, so maybe that was why. “Adam was a fuckboy.” Camille corrects, shaking her head and smiling a little at the memory of him- she was still shocked someone his age would even want to flirt with her, as put on as it was- “Jace was a nasty prick.” She has a sip of wine, like even saying his name makes her mouth feel bad. “So the divorce was great, it’s the marriage that was awful.” That’s half true, the divorce could have also been better, but murder isn’t exactly dinner conversation. “I mean I was dating that guy since high school, we were perfect. Seriously- that best couple superlative thing at prom? We won it.” When life was all fun and games, Jace had been the ideal partner. Charming, likeable, energetic. It was when he realized he couldn’t be the star of the football team his entire life that shit went downhill. “I don’t know what happened. Spent over a decade trying to make him happy, woke up one morning and realized I hated him.”

Camille wrinkles her nose, twirling more pasta around her fork and taking a bite before she talks again. “Sorry, don’t let me go on about it. It’s over, I’m good. New start.” She scrambles for a lighter topic, “so I know you work with Regan, but what is it that you actually do? Are you her assistant, or something?”

“It’s so fucking cold here, Cam. So. Fucking. Cold.” Even the summers had nothing on LA. Cece had been that annoying teen that spent all day on the bitch and only applied sunscreen once. Her skin wasn’t used to this lack of sunshine. It rebelled against her.

“Fair. At least Adam has a good attitude. I think he’s a himbo.” Cece nodded at herself, liking and accepting the comparison. Adam seemed like the type that respected women while wanting to bone them. Cece could respect that. This Jace dude on the other hand? Seemed like a dumpster fire personified. “Glad you had that epiphany. That freedom must feel so good after all these years. The offer still stands about fucking up his life. I love me a good revenge arch.”

Camille didn’t seem to love talking about it, and though Cece did figure she’d get the full story eventually, maybe that was a conversation for another day. Maybe after they had been roommates for a longer period of time than a few days. “Me? Regan’s assistant?” Cece rocked her head back and gave a single, loud laugh. “I couldn’t be her assistant. I’d get fired so quickly.” Cece worked for Regan, but her saving grace was that Cece did her own thing at work. “I’m a toxicologist for the medical examiner’s office. It sounds fancy, but I spend most of my day running tests on urine and blood and every other bodily fluid you can imagine. Glamorous stuff, I know.”

Camille chuckled, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t travelled much. Jace and I went to Flora for spring break in classic fashion, Clearwater.” Despite herself she grins a little at the memory- it had been a good time. “I imagine this place might make you feel like an icicle after spending your whole life somewhere with that kind of heat.”

She had never been much of a gossiper, at least not about herself. It was a habit cultivated since high school- top of your class with the star of the football team on your arm? Your life is perfect and you’re the envy of every other kid there. End of story. Don’t tell your friends about the big fight you and Jace had, or how you had to stay up studying until you passed out at your desk to get that high score on the history test. The whole damn reason she worked so hard was so that people never knew that stuff. It was a lot harder to present a perfect facade these days, as a divorced woman with a shitty job, but Cam would do what she could.

Her eyebrows drew together in confusion. “A… Himbo? I don’t know what that is.” God, she was so old. She’d never had to say that before. But seriously, himbo? That wasn’t a word. Camille taught english lit! She knew all the words! Camille smirked at the offer, but shook her head. “There’s no one to pay his bills or get him beer out the fridge now, I think that’s probably gonna fuck him up enough.” That, and the fact that he was in jail for killing her. Rotten bastard. Couldn’t exactly tell Cece that, though.

Camille would admit to knowing next to nothing about science, but as an elementary school teacher she had seen the ways they tried to push young girls into softer interests, so she admired women like Regan and Cece who had pursued their passion regardless. “You have to follow what interests you.” She shrugged, “I could easily argue there’s nothing glamorous about teaching kids English lit but I loved it all the same.” It had been a good compromise; her desire to be an author and her love for children.

“There’s a certain charm in staying still, I think.” Cece admitted. Before she had been forced to leave, Cece had never had much interest in leaving LA. She liked California, liked the atmosphere and the people. Her first time leaving had been more out of necessity and the opportunity to have people help her. That had obviously gone to shit. “But I come from a place of privilege in that. I’ve been able to travel around to get to say that planting roots is better. You might think the opposite.” For what it was worth, besides the fact that her ex husband was a complete fuckwad, she didn’t seem disappointed by the memory.

“Ooh, I get to give you an english lesson? How the turns have tabled.” Cece perked up. It was cute, Cam not knowing what a himbo was. “A himbo is an evolved fuck boy. They’re still stupid, cute jocks. Muscles like a god, but a single brain cell bouncing around that empty skull.” Cece waved her finger around her head as an example, “But they’re actually good people. Himbos don’t fuck with misogyny or homophobia or racism. They mix respect women juice in with their protein shakes.” Cece interrupted her speech by stuffing pasta into her mouth. “Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.”

“Agreed. I can tell you’d be good with kids.” Camille kept a calmness about her, but had a quirkier side that Cece would have to work at pulling out. All in due time. “If you still love teaching so much, have you considered looking at the schools here? Seeing if there are any openings?”

Camille grinned and nodded- she’d had friends who’d taken off after highschool, figured out their way around the globe. Some of them came back changed with all these grand ideas and new goals for their life, others just rolled back into town with no money and no idea what to do next. She’d always figured it didn’t matter where you went, problems followed you anyway. “I always wanted to get settled somewhere myself, have a home and a family…” She trailed off sadly, unable to stop herself from remembering how hopeful she’d once been about it all. Buying that house and decorating with Jace, making plans to turn the spare room into a nursery one day. She shook herself out of the melancholy, taking a long sip from her wine glass. “I nearly went to New York for college, but decided on Boston instead.” Well, settled for. Because Jace got accepted there.

Really their elementary education programs were both wonderful, so it was fine.

She listened attentively as Cece explained the term, lips pulling up into an amused grin. “Oh, it’s a portmanteau!” Cam realized after a moment, “him and bimbo.” She nods, “I get it now. Strong and kind, but not the sharpest stick in the bunch. That’s a good one, I like it.” Had to be a term that the younger generation had coined, she wondered if Cece even realized how common of an english lit practice she’d adopted for her terminology. Cam smiles, “I’ve always liked kids.” Her good mood drops again, quickly, though. Working at a local school… Her identity, all her qualifications and achievements. They belonged to a dead woman, she couldn’t use them now. “It’s something I’ll look into, I think. When things are more settled for me.” She lied, “for the moment I just want to get used to a new town, focus on myself for a bit and what I really want for my future.” After pushing pasta around her plate for a minute Cam looks up, smiling. “What about your future? Is there a step up from a toxicologist, are you thinking about more qualifications? A PhD or something?”

Cece leaned back in her chair and tried to picture that for Camille. Cece herself had never much considered that sort of life for herself. Even back as a teenager, when her life was as normal as a girl growing up in LA could be, the idea of the white picket fence life had always been a bit too cookie cutter for Cece’s lifestyle. Now, Cece wasn’t sure she was cut out for it even if it was something she did want. Too much baggage, maybe. Or too little patience to deal with bullshit. Clearly, Camille had dealt with her fair share if she was no longer living the married life. “You’re still pretty damn young. No reason you shouldn’t be able to still have that. And this time we’ll make sure they’re not a giant bag of dicks disguised as a high school sweetheart.”

“A portman-who?” Cece questioned, eyebrow raising and a smirk crossing her lips. Cece wasn’t much for this shit, but loved Camille’s excitement about it. What an english teacher thing to do. “Yeah for sure. Let me know if I can help with anything. I have no connections to the school, but the two of us together? I bet we could charm the hell out of anyone we need.” Camille seemed to be over the conversation and promptly flipped it around back to Cece, questioning the career that Cece hadn’t given much thought to by herself. “Hmm… not where I am currently, not really. Working for a private company would probably get me more money. Or I could try to get in with the university. Write papers and teach some classes if I really wanted. I’m happy where I am though.” The idea of getting a doctorate was honestly hilarious to Cece and she couldn’t help the laugh building up before eventually bursting free, “God, no. Can you imagine? I couldn’t imagine expecting people to call me Doctor Bishop. I’m not pretentious enough.”

Camille had spent years working towards the next milestone. Graduate highschool, then college, then start the perfect life. Had it all fallen apart so spectacularly to send her a sign? Was she pushing so hard to get something she couldn’t have? There were people everywhere with happy families, and she’d put so much damn effort into having hers. Was the world mocking her? Rip it all away and send her back to square one, just to see if she does the same stupid stuff all over again.

Well, maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she’d say sod the man and sod the family and just do whatever made her happy! If she could figure out what that was. Was it marriage and kids? Not right now. Honestly the idea of being alone in a house with a man was the last thing she wanted right now. But one day, probably. She giggled a little at Cece’s choice phrasing, “well, if I meet someone I think is charming I’ll make sure to have them screened by you just to be sure.”

“A portmanteau.” She repeated, “a blend of two words. Y’know, brunch, podcast, smog, himbo.” Cam’s glad she doesn’t mind the shift in conversation- she would like to know more about the schools here, and how she might go about getting work in them, but there was no point giving that sort of stuff any of her time until she had the essentials figured out. Would Cece know anyone who could get her an ID? Regan was staunchly against helping Camille with anything illegal, but hopefully her new friend wasn’t quite so rigid as that, and willing to keep a secret. “It’s not about pretention, it’s about qualification.” Camille argued, “a doctorate would open up a lot of opportunities, if you were interested. I don’t think it’s pretentious to value your education.” Cece was so young, and already trying to strike off paths for her future without really considering them. “If teaching ever did interest you I could offer some pointers. Though I’ve never taught a university class, my advice might be a little too juvenile.”

“I’ll happily screen any of your potential love interests. I have a rigorous testing regiment to ensure only the most worthy pass through. The others are sent away, broken of hearts and blue of balls.” Cece stated it wistfully as if she were writing it in some victorian style letter. She rested her face into the palms of her hands and stared in wonder at Camille as she defined and even provided examples of a portmanteau. “I love it when you talk literary devices to me. Very hot for teacher vibes.”

Camille seemed passionate about Cece keeping her options open for this higher education thing. Honestly, Cece had never considered a doctorate as a viable career path for her. Completing her degree while constantly travelling had been enough of a handful. Trying to deal with four more years of schooling just had not seemed possible. But Cece wasn’t a wanderer anymore. She had settled down in an area with a good job, better connections and a college close to her. It was certainly something to consider, even if it didn’t sound like much fun. “Okay mom. I’ll keep my options open.” Cece couldn’t see herself teaching younger students. Not for any specific reasons, just because her specific interests in toxicology tended to be more specialized than elementary, middle or even most high schools tended to offer. “Please, I guarantee your job was a hundred times harder than anything a college professor deals with. I’d take your advice over them anyday.”

Camille wasn’t even sure what dating was like these days. How did you meet people? There were all the apps, but that seemed so impersonal. Was she meant to go to a bar? The first and last person to sidle up to her at such a location was Adam and they’d already gone through why that was a bad idea- oh god, was White Crest like a college town? Was she even going to find any viable older men here? Must start paying more attention to the morning coffee crowd to find out. She chuckled and shook her head, “funnily enough I don’t think it’s the kind of come on that’s going to work in the real world. I’m gonna have to figure out some new moves.”

In highschool her move had just been walking right up to Jace by his locker one day and asking him if he wanted to ask her to the dance, and that had been that. Probably wasn’t the way to go about things as an adult. She sighed and stabbed her fork back into the pasta, “I’m just saying, you’re too young to be closing doors like that. You don’t have to do it right now obviously, but it might be something to consider later down the line.” Though teaching specifically was something Cam believed you should only get into if you were truly passionate about it- too many teachers did it for the wrong reasons and that was how you ended up with miserable classrooms. “Ah, true. I doubt many professors have had to explain to their students why they shouldn’t eat paper. I’d be happy to advise though, with further study and all that stuff, I do love a good excuse for a pros and cons list.” Plus helping with this kind of decision just felt like another way to balance the scales between the two of them, and Camille wanted the excuse to reminisce. She pushed her empty bowl to the side a little, “you’ll figure out what you want, anyway. You’ve got time.”

Time- how much did Camille have? What would Cece do if she found out the truth? What if someone from Boston found out, or her parents decided to visit White Crest for a weekend? “I think I’m gonna have another glass of wine.” She decided, pushing out of her chair to retrieve the bottle from the fridge, “do you want one?”

“I’ll be your wingwoman any night. Once you want to get back out there.” Cece wiggled her eyebrows, always encouraging a one night stand or two to blow off some steam. It hadn’t been Cece’s style lately, a bit of her party years getting more than enough attention while she was with the coven. But Camille had been with the same man for years, and he sounded like a bit of a prick. She could probably benefit from a few wild nights to get her mind off of things. And Cece would be a bad friend if she didn’t tag along to make sure everything went smoothly.

When Camille broke the conversation for wine, Cece was more than happy to oblige. There had been way too much talk about the future tonight. Cece was trying to live day to day here in town. Thinking about what the future could hold was way too depressing. “Please, if there’s one thing you should learn about me it’s that you never have to ask if I want more wine.” Cece laughed, downing the rest of her glass and sliding it over towards Camille for a refill. “If you remember that then you and I are going to be the best of friends.”

#wickedswriting #c: camille #chatzy: camille #omg they were roommates #we're just gonna pretend im not crazy late on posting thing

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snow-pitch-grimm · 5 years ago

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Neat

Summary: "And then I said 'neat'! Neat! Nobody says neat anymore!"

- Baz to Dev

I don’t think this counts as a vine meme reference per se but this scenario wouldn’t leave my head so you guys get to read it.

XXX

BAZ

This is the fifth time Simon had sighed out loud, and it's getting a bit on my nerves. I think he's trying to study for something, but it doesn't seem like he's getting anywhere.

When he had first sat down, I had been glad for the opportunity to stare at him without him noticing.

(Is it creepy? Yes. Do I care? No)

So I had picked up a book, placed myself on my bed, so I had the perfect view of Simon's freckle filled face. The sun was shining a little through the window, causing him to look like an angel bathed in light. His blue eyes looked bluer than usual, and his bronze curls kept falling in his hair.

God, I wanted to run my hand through his curls.

However, the reverie had broken when he had tilted his head back and sighed loudly. And then he had done it again. And again. And again.

When he sighs for the sixth time, I get up from my bed and sit up on my desk, leaning in close to him.

"What wrong with you, Snow?"

He glares up at me.

"What do you want, Baz?"

"Just wondering what's gotten you knickers in a twist. All this huffing of yours is distracting me from my reading,"

He snorts, "Well, sorry your Majesty,"

I raise my eyebrows at him.

He sighs again but answers my question, "The maths test tomorrow. I'm going to fail it. I don't understand anything,"

I frown, "Isn't that the one thing you're usually good at?"

"Well, yeah," he says sighing again, "But apparently not this time,"

I take a long look at him, his drooping shoulders, sad eyes and pouty lips and come to a decision.

"I can't believe I'm even considering this," I say, "But if you want, I can help you study,"

He looks like me as if I've gone insane. Maybe I have. Must be those blue eyes.

"Seriously? You don't even like me,"

Oh, Snow. If you only knew.

"As I said, your sighing is bothering me. Do you want my help or not?"

Simon tilts his head, and it's a testament to how much I'm obsessed with him that I know exactly what he's thinking.

He's considering the costs and benefits of taking my help. At one hand, I might hold this over him (I won't, but he thinks I would). On the other hand, he's here on scholarship and can't risk even a minor slip up. The consideration takes about twenty seconds, and he decides...

"Fine. You can help. But only because I really need it. I still think you're a posh asshole,"

A part of me is thrilled. Another part of me stings. I ignore both and tell Simon to show me what's wrong.

It takes a couple of hours and some extensive groaning from Snow, but in the end, he seems to understand most of the concepts, and if the practice-test I gave him is anything to go by, he'll get a pretty good grade too.

When I show him the practice-test grade, he instantly lights up and grins at me. (Be still my heart)

"Oh my god! Thank you so much, Baz. God, I'm so happy I could kiss you!"

I'm so shocked that I can only laugh and squeak out, "Neat,"

Then I grab my shoes, make an excuse and book it out of there.

xxx

"And then I said 'neat'! Neat! Nobody says neat anymore!"

My cousin looked up from his notes and grinned at me, "Aw come on, Baz, don't beat yourself up. Remember what I said when Niall told me he fancied me?

I think back to a year ago and grin, "Didn't you thank him?"

Dev sighs dramatically and looks at the ceiling, "I thanked him,"

"We're disasters aren't we, Dev?"

Dev looks at me, and we stare at each other for a few moments before bursting into giggles.

"Do you think he'll bring it up?" I ask him once we've calmed down a little.

"Dunno, Baz," says Dev, grin still on his face, "You're the one who's obsessed with him,"

I lightly smack his shoulder, "Speaking of, Where's your other half?"

"Oh, Niall? His dad's in town for something and took him after class. He would have told you, but his dad surprised him,"

"Good for him, he seemed to be getting a little more homesick,"

The rest of us got homesick too sometimes, but Dev and I had each other and could talk about past holidays and annoying aunts whenever we felt a little off. Poor Niall didn't have that and was also a lot more sensitive.

"Also, knowing Snow, he probably didn't even notice,"

"Well, he's an idiot, but he definitely noticed me running out like the hounds of hell were after me, so what do I do? He's going to think it's his fault. I either tell him I'm obsessed with him or he thinks I'm the sort of bloke with fragile masculinity that can't take a joke about kissing,"

Dev snorts, "Baz, the way you dress, no one thinks that you have fragile masculinity,"

Hmm, I did wear a lot of pink flower patterns.

"Also, just tell him you were surprised and then insult him a few times to distract him. It should work,"

"You think so?"

Dev puts his arm around my shoulders and smiles at me, "Would I lie to you, cousin dearest,"

I sigh and put my head on Dev's shoulder, "What would I do without you?"

It's a dramatic rhetorical question, so Dev doesn't answer.

Instead, he had a suggestion of his own, "Stay here tonight,"

I grin at him, "Like we did in first year?"

Dev nods and smiles, "It'll probably be a tight fit, but we can make it work,"

My cousin gives me some of his clothes to wear, and once Niall comes back, we stay up until late, talking and laughing. I almost forget about the whole Simon Snow thing.

When we finally decide to get some sleep, Dev, who's laying behind me, pokes me in the back.

"What?" I whisper

"You could tell him, you know,"

I don't answer, and he doesn't push, but it still lingers in the back of my head.

xxx

One great thing about being obsessed with your roommate is that you know his schedule pretty well. Simon has rugby practice in the morning. I get to the room after he leaves, and any class we have together, I calculate the time correctly, so I arrive after him and leave before he even has a chance to talk to me.

However, my luck runs out at the end of the day. The plan was to come earlier than Snow and pretend to be asleep. Snow, it seems, for once used his brain, and figured out my plan.

Right now, he's sitting on my bed with my book with a big smile on his face. His blue eyes are on me, and I feel like a deer caught in a headlight.

"Oh, hey, Baz," said Snow, standing up, "Lovely to see you,"

I close the door behind me and try to get everything back on track, "Why are you on my bed Snow. I thought even you were smart enough not mix up our sides,"

The remark is weak. I know it, Simon knows it, but it's all I got.

"Baz," says, Simon and he's very close now. When did he get this close?

"You've avoiding me,"

"No, I haven't," I said, "We'd have to hang out for me to avoid you,"

Snow shakes his head, "Uh uh. You've been avoiding me. Why?"

I'm about to refute again, but Simon shushes me.

"Wait, let me guess?" he says, "You ran out of here after I made the kissing joke. So at first, I thought maybe I'd offended you. But then I remembered you were gay,"

Wait. What? How did he know that?

"You came here drunk with your friends once," he says, probably answering my surprised expression

Ah. That does make sense.

"Anyway, as I was saying. You're gay. So then I thought maybe you just didn't like that I was the one making that joke. But if that were the case, you wouldn't have run away. You would have stayed and insulted me a few times,"

And here I thought I was the only one who knew my roommate well.

"So I figured maybe I was just making a big deal out of nothing. That went out the window when you started avoiding me and don't even deny it. You were avoiding me,"

I click my mouth shut. There's no point, really.

"Do you want to kiss me, Baz?" he says, and there's still a smile on his face, and I feel like crying.

I didn't know he could be so cruel.

"Yes! Yes, okay! I want to kiss you. You don't have to- you-"

Then Simon cups my face, and I nearly choke on my own words. What is going on here?

"Baz," he whispers, "Can I kiss you?"

This is a dream. This has to be a dream. There is absolutely no way this is real life. I pinch myself

Except that Simon is still cupping my face and waiting for me to answer with a patient look on my face.

So I nod my head. What do I have to lose?

Snow leans forward, his lips gently meeting mine. It's everything I imagined- no better then I had imagined.

It starts gently at first, but then his lips become a little more insistent. I don't really know what I'm doing but it feels so bloody good that I just follow his lead. His hand slips from my face to the back of my neck, and I pull hs closed by the waist. His other hand is rubbing my stomach, and I feel like I've died and gone to heaven.

Simon pulls away a little, and I whine at the loss, clamming a hand over my mouth out of embarrassment.

He laughs though and pries my hand away, giving me another short and sweet kiss.

"That was fun," he says

"Yeah,"

"Wanna do it again?"

"Definitely, Simon,"

xxx

"You called me Simon,"

"No, I didn't,"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

xxx

"Hey, Baz,"

"Yes, Snow,"

"Will you m my boyfriend?

"God, yes!"

#snowbaz #snowbaz fanfic #coc 2019 #simon snow #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #dev #carry on fanfiction #carry on countdown

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stereksecretsanta · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @shysterek!

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*****

found you when i wasn't looking

Snow is falling in merry little drifts onto the soft twinkling lights of Beacon Hills. A charming town, filled with well-wishers and warmth for the holidays.

Derek scowls, watching the picture-perfect postcard outside his childhood bedroom window. He was originally going to be on a beach in Hawaii, except Boyd had just proposed to Erica and then suddenly a fun vacation with his friends seemed like the perfect recipe to be third-wheeling for two weeks, and Derek didn’t want anything to do with that.

So here he is, back in Beacon Hills with his dad insisting he fold his socks instead of downing drinks with colorful umbrellas. It’s only the first week of winter break, but the house is already filled with Hales. Too many of them. Laura’s twins are in their terrible twos, Uncle Peter and Aunt Danielle keep sneaking off like teenagers, when in fact they have three of them, most of whom keep looming in the family room. There are cousins and their partners or dates and extra children and of course, Mom is reveling in all of it, with the tree and the decorations and the cookie baking and the filming and the asking and the hounding him about if he’s happy.

Derek is tired. He loves them. But he’s tired.

He throws the haphazard tied-together sheet out the window. Movies always made this look so easy, but the clumsy-looking rope doesn’t even make it halfway down the side of the house, dangling precariously. It doesn’t look all that stable either, and he eyes how it’s tied to his squeaky twin bedframe. Maybe he should tie it to the cot, too. Honestly. Expecting him to share a room with twelve-year-old Nicky is the worst.

Derek is thirty-three and runs his own successful business. He doesn’t need to be babied, certainly not from Mom, or to hear about her friend’s children in town or to be set up with anyone.

He’s had enough of these blind dates. It’s just too much. He’s just going to sneak out of his house and go get some coffee or something.

“Really?”

Derek spins around. Laura eyes him from the doorway, her eyebrows cocked high.

“You know she actually had a resume and headshot for the last one?” Derek asks, shaking his head. “I gotta get out of here. Please. I can’t take anymore of what’s next. Help me sneak out.”

“I mean, you could use the front door.”

“Mom’s entertaining the mayor and his wife and three kids.”

“Back door?”

“Peter and Danielle are hanging the mistletoe, and are, ahem, getting really into it. I’d really rather not.”

Laura makes a gagging noise. Derek agrees. “Well, I guess you should leave now rather than later; there’s going to be even more people arriving. You know how Mom is.”

Talia Hale only recently “retired” from being the mayor of Beacon Hills, but it doesn’t stop her from continuing her longstanding relationships with all the pillars of the community and backseat driving the new mayor.

“You think this will hold?”

Laura smirks. “I’m not going to tell you that because I want to see you try. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a good eulogy at your funeral.”

Derek rolls his eyes at her and grasps the sheet-rope, gripping it tight. He clambers out the window, holding it taut, and gingerly makes his way down the side of the house, mostly using the trellis and its leafy vines for footing and holding onto the rope for support. At about ten feet left to go he just makes a jump for it, flopping ungracefully onto the ground.

Laura is barely visible from the window as she’s buckled over in laughter. Derek gives her the finger.

A slow clap begins.

“Wow. Eleven out of ten.”

Derek whirls around.

There’s a cute guy standing in his backyard, his eyes twinkling with mischief. His soft-looking hair is windswept and dusted with snow, and he’s wearing a knitted sweater emblazoned with “MAKE THE YULETIDE GAY.”

Suddenly Derek is hyperaware that he’s wearing an old sweater with coffee stains and ripped jeans. He stands up and attempts to dust himself off, but there’s no going back from having an attractive person witness you do something incredibly stupid.

“You didn’t see me,” Derek says.

The guy throws his hands up, grinning broadly. “Great. Excellent. Yes. No one saw anything.”

“Seriously, I just need to get out of here. My mom’s having folks come over all day, and it’s going to be like the baker’s wife’s niece’s cousin’s former roommate or something next.”

“Sheriff and his son, actually.”

Derek raises an eyebrow. “You’re Stiles?”

Stiles clutches his hand to his chest. “Guilty as charged.”

Derek has heard stories about Stiles for years, but has never met him in person. He hears about him all the time, courtesy of being in a small town; the Sheriff’s boy got stuck in a tree, oh did you hear young Stiles got into Berkeley? He’s one of Cora’s classmates, and for that matter Derek always somehow always thought of him, like Cora, as a baby, even though she’s only four years younger than he is. Stiles has just existed on the periphery of Derek’s life, even though he interned for Laura’s law office for one whole summer and somehow managed to impress her, and Mom adores him because he once debated her for a whole hour about economics at her last holiday party.

Derek didn’t exactly have a picture of him in his head, but he was in no way prepared for hot.

“Right,” Derek says, stepping back.

Stiles finger-guns points at him. “Nice Space Balls reference, by the way.”

“Thanks. Happy to supply you with out-of-date movie references at any time.”

“Is that a promise?” And then Stiles fucking winks.

Derek stares at him for a long moment, as he tries to process. Was that a flirtation?

“Sorry, I just spaced out. I think I’m having a…” Derek makes a general wavey gesture that could probably mean quarter life crisis.

“It’s okay,” Stiles says. “I mean, I’m the one who tried to escape community politics and cocktails by trying to hop your fence. I failed, by the way.”

“Oh. There’s a stepladder in the shed.”

“Excellent. I’m right behind you.”

Suddenly Derek’s escape plan has a co-pilot. Stiles follows close behind as Derek yanks for the shed door and turns on the light. He feels around, but he can’t find the ladder anywhere.

“Need a hand?”

“Yeah, can you—”

Suddenly Stiles is pressed up right behind him in the tight space, and Derek is aware of the warmth emanating from his body. He tries to turn around, but only ends up face to face with him, their noses an inch apart.

“Hi,” Stiles breathes.

“Hi.” Derek doesn’t want to say anything else to break the spell. He spots the ladder right behind Stiles but doesn’t move.

Up close, Stiles’ eyes are warm hazel, flecked with gold.

Stiles coughs. “So, I know why I was escaping, but where were you going?”

“Oh. Um. I just wasn’t in the mood for a blind date. I have no idea who my mom is going to set me up with next.”

“Oof, yeah, I feel you.” Stiles blushes. “I mean, I actually am feeling— sorry, I can back up—”

“It’s fine,” Derek says, feeling his face heat up. “Here, the ladder is right behind you, I can grab it—”

Stiles shifts, letting Derek pass behind him, but there’s a tight squeeze and he trips over a rake, tumbling forward, falling right into Stiles—

They collapse into a heap on the floor, sending up dust, and Derek is right on top of Stiles. He scrambles for purchase on the floor to get up, but only manages to slip and mash his face right into Stiles’ firm chest.

Stiles bursts out laughing. “Sorry, your face— you’re so concerned! I don’t mind. You can lay on top of me all you like.”

“At least let me take you out for coffee,” Derek blurts out.

“Done and done,” Stiles says merrily.

There’s a long moment where they’re just looking at each other, and Derek can’t help smiling.

The shed door opens.

“Derek! Whatever are you doing in the shed, come meet the Sheriff’s son— oh.” Talia Hale grins at them from the doorway.

“Oh. Hi, Mom. Uh— this isn’t—”

Stiles just waves from where he is on the floor.

Behind his mom, he can see the Sheriff, Laura, and a whole slew of cousins laughing their asses off. Derek just wants to disappear.

“I’ll let you get better acquainted then,” she says with a proud grin, closing the door.

Outside, Derek can hear everyone laughing. He’s never going to live this down.

“So. How about that coffee?”

#shysterek #stereksanta15 #*fics19 #*gifts19

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multifandomforthemostpart · 5 years ago

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And they were roommates - Brotzly (Dirk Gently)

"People say there's this guy on campus that is like...psychic," Amanda says mysteriously to me as she chews on a red vine.

"C'mon, Amanda, psychic people don't exist. It's all a big joke," I tease back at her, nicking a red vine out of the packet and smiling as she complains then settles down as we continue to walk.

"Honestly, though, Dirk Gently, people are saying he's genuine. But, like, weird. I don't know," Amanda pauses in the middle of most sentences in order to decide what she wants to say. Or maybe it's the fact that she's still chewing her candy.

"How do you even know? This is your first year. Don't ya think I would've noticed if there was a psychic in the uni?"

"Come on, Todd," she gives me a look, "You're the most oblivious person I have ever met."

"No I'm not," I defend instantly, hurt by the accusation. Oblivious? Me?

"Ya huh? What about the time when Charlie Trevor kissed your girlfriend behind the bike shed when you were in the bike shed and still talking to her?" Amanda raises a single eyebrow, placing the now-empty packet in the bin.

"That never happened, it was a rumour!" I shoot back, teeth clenched.

"Todd," she states simply, "I was there, watching."

"Slightly creepy, I'll ignore that."

"You can't deny it happened though, I saw it!" Amanda sings cheerily.

We walked for another half a minute in peaceful silence before she found her room. "Well, this is my stop," she sighs, "Wish me luck with the roomie."

"Good luck," I am sincere in wishing her - roommates around here can get pretty dodgy at times. For example, last year, I had a guy who was at least 23 and off his head with drugs half the time, never seeming to go to lectures but was still hardly ever in the room we shared. I never even found out his major, he was always too high to remember.

Although I really would quite like some luck myself as well because this year I would like to be like a normal university student and go to my lectures like a normal human. So I plod onto my room in a different part of the campus and hold my breath as I turn the key to my new room.

Immediately I am bombarded with a sight that I didn't want to see. Obviously my roommate would be the one who climbs through the window in a bright yellow leather jacket. Great first impression. He falls though, brushes his arms off and says, "Hiiiiiiiii," while smiling really weirdly.

I sigh and walk over to the bed that hasn't been used and start to unpack. I reach behind me to put one of my Mexican Funeral t-shirts away and feel someone take my hand. Recoiling and pulling it away, I turn to the guy, "What the hell?"

"I'm trying to decide whether you're a clue, an accomplice or an assistant," he says matter-of-factly, still smiling.

"Who are you? What is this?"

"Have you noticed an acceleration of strangeness in your life as of late? Perhaps a series of intense or extraordinary events that as of now seem unconnected with the exception of being each separately bizarre?" The guy inquires.

I look at him, wondering whether I've ended up with another drug addict and decide that it's going to be another long year, "...No."

He shakes his head, "Sorry, must be the other universe. Still definitely an assistant."

I shake my head this time and turn back to unpacking. He grabs my wrist again, "Wait, Todd, don't you want to know who I am?"

My mouth drops open. We aren't told the names of our roommates before we meet them and I never told this guy my name so unless he's spotted it somehow else, he's a stalker and really weird. He seems to take my mouth gaping as a yes and launches into an explanation.

"I'm Dirk Gently, and I'm a holistic detective. The term 'holistic' refers to my convictions about the fundamental interconnectedness of all things. I do not concern myself with such petty things as fingerprint powder, telltale pieces of pocket fluff and inane footprints. I see the solution to each problem as being detectable in the pattern and web of the whole. The connections between causes and effects are often more subtle and complex than we with our rough and ready understanding of the physical world might naturally suppose.”

Wait, Dirk Gently, as in the psychic guy that Amanda mentioned? Huh. She was right. He is weird. She never told me how she found out, anyway...

"Todd? Todd Brotzman? Are you okay?" Dirk Gently taps me on the shoulder repeatedly and I blink.

"Sorry, yeah," then I frowned at him, "Are you...psychic, or something."

Exasperation clouds his face and he shakes his head, "No, I'm not psychic."

"Sorry...my sister said something about a psychic guy and I just thought..."

"You have a sister?" Dirk cocks his head slightly, "Younger, right?"

I am slightly weirded out by this guy - how does he just know my full name if he isn't psychic? And why does he know-

"Amanda," I confirm, before he can make another creepy deduction and guess her name.

Dirk grins and turns back to his bed, collapsing on it and closing his eyes. After finishing my packing, I go to leave and he calls, "Todd! Where are you going?"

"To see my sister," I sigh back at him. He nods and I smile awkwardly then leave.

"Do you know her roommate yet?" An inquiring voice asks into my ear as I walk. Startled, I punch Dirk in the arm, because of course he's here.

"What the hell!" He gives me an exaggerated look, pretending to be in pain.

"Me, what the hell, no, you what the hell!" I retaliated. "I said I was going to see my sister, it wasn't an invitation you dimwit!"

"That's not a very nice compliment, Todd, but I'm here now. Anyway, you wouldn't know where to go!" Dirk beams again (seriously, the guy has to stop) and I sigh yet again.

"It wasn't meant to be a compliment, Dirk, and I've already spent two years here, I think I should know the campus by now."

"No you don't," Dirk proclaims, "Which one is Amanda's room again?"

Now that I try to think about it, I actually can't remember Amanda's room, but, "I know the way."

"No you don't," he repeats, striding ahead, "And it's Room 18."

"How the hell do you know?" I move into a slight jog to keep up with him.

"Well," he pauses, "This is an anomaly to how I normally know things. I know your sister's roommate, she's an...acquaintance of mine I suppose."

"How did you know my name?" That's the only question I really want answered, not the thoughts spinning around my head like why does he walk so fast or why does he wear a leather jacket.

"Hunch," he proposes simply, knocking on the door to Room 18 and I don't get another answer because the door swings open to reveal Amanda.

"Todd, you came!" Amanda grins and pulls me into a hug before noticing Dirk.

"Of course I came...Did you think I wouldn't come, I-"

But Amanda's attention was drawn to something other than my pathetic stuttering, "Who's this?"

"Ugh, it's, that's Dirk Gently." Her eyed light up with curiosity.

"Dir-okay, hi, sorry, I'm Amanda," she grins at Dirk and he grins back. I sigh, "No, don't."

She frowns at me, "Don't say hello?" All I wanted was to come over and see Amanda, in peace, not with my weird British roommate who is apparently psychic. Or not, according to him.

"Hello Amanda!" He says enthusiastically. I shake my head, placing a hand on my forehead. Beginning to look confused, Amanda asks, "Are you two...friends?"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes, I mean no, you meant yes."

"We're very good friends," Dirk proclaims to Amanda, who raises an eyebrow. I decide to punch him in the arm again.

"Owwwww! You're a terrible assisfriend!"

I get led into the apartment after asking whether I could come in, and Dirk follows even after I glare at him. "What!" His excuse is, "I want to see her roommate!"

I learn that her name is Farah and she's slightly...odd. Not a surprise if she's an acquaintance of Dirk, but when I meet her she seems relatively normal.

"Farah, this is Todd, my brother, and-"

"I already know Dirk," Farah confirms, turning to face him with an exasperated expression, "Dirk, why are you still here?"

"What on earth do you mean by that, Farah?" He eyes her with that smile that has been tormenting me ever since I met him, which was hardly even an hour ago.

"You said you were going to leave, but you are still here, did something happen? Did you get shot at? Has Britain suddenly put you off?" Farah began to ramble, and Dirk rolls his eyes dramatically.

"Farah, how on earth could I have gotten into a situation where I could've been shot?"

"Because it's you, Dirk, I wouldn't actually be surprised. So many people want to shoot you....anyway, you didn't answer my question."

"Ah, yes. Well...you see. I may or may not have had a hunch that I needed to be here. And I think," Dirk peers out the window and nods, "that I was right."

Even after glancing myself, I didn't quite understand where he was coming from. Why would a police car outside require him to stay in America?

"Farah, Amanda, it's been...nice, and, errr, Todd, we have got to go," Dirk pulls my arm and I stumble out of Room 18 without getting an opinion. Amanda chuckles and shuts the door when she sees my panicked eyes, sarcastically whispering, "Good luck."

And I think I'm going to need it.

#dirkgently #dghda fic #dghda #todd brotzman #brotzly #amandabrotzman #farahblack #dirktodd #holistic #roommates

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rynhaswritersblock · 4 years ago

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scaredy-cat (blurb) | p.p.

summary: you and peter are dorm neighbors (at MIT, obviously), and he helps you out of a sticky-spider-situation

warnings: like one cuss word i think

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There it was. A spider. Right in the middle of the floor of your dorm. You sat on your bed, legs curled against your chest, heart beating like jackhammer.

The arachnid moved, causing you to let out a scream. "SHIT!"

You retreated on your bed, hitting the wall with a thud. You furiously looked around your dorm for something to throw at the intruder to crush it. The sight of your water bottle came into view, making your purse your lips. Sighing, you reached over to grab the object, eyes glued to the spider the entire time. You gripped the bottle with both your hands, holding it back in preparation to launch at the spider.

And then someone knocked at your door.

You dropped the water bottle, a small thud sounding as it hit your comforter. Thank god, my roommate's back. "Come in!"

The door opened to reveal a boy with a soft, worried expression and curly brown hair. Not your roommate.

"Sorry," he apologized, discretely fiddling with his fingers. "I'm Peter... I live in the dorm next to you and heard you yell a profanity, so I thought I might come and see if everything was alright."

Your anxious expression softened slightly. For someone you just met, he really was kind. And cute. Like, really cute. You mentally scolded yourself for thinking about boys before shaking yourself off and pointing a finger at the bug on the ground.

"Oh." Peter muttered.

"Yeah."

The boy looked back up at you expectantly, unsure of what to do.

"Can you kill it?" you asked.

Peter's breath immediately caught in his throat. Ever since he became Spider-Man, he had a different view on the arachnids. He felt bad for even thinking of killing one because of his famous title, and now opted to save spiders, no matter how creepy they were.

"Uh... I can guide it out your window?" Peter offered, slowly stepping closer to your bed.

You furrowed your brows before nodding. "Uh, okay, sure."

You scooted closer to the wall as the boy grabbed an empty cup you had left on your desk and slowly kneeled, carefully slipping the cup over the spider, covering it up. A sigh fell from your lips as you stared at the cup, seeing Peter grab a piece of paper in your peripheral vision. The boy slipped the paper underneath the cup, slowly sliding his hand underneath the contraption and standing.

"Can you, uh...?" Peter asked awkwardly, motioning to your window with his head.

"Oh! Yeah," you blurted, jumping from your bed and pulling the window up.

Peter stuck his hands out the window, pulling the paper from underneath the cup and letting the spider fall into the grass outside the building, making you jump back tensely. The boy then pulled the window back down and set the objects on your bedside table before looking at you.

You snapped your head towards him. "So, you got an affinity for spiders or something?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Peter muttered, cheeks heating up. You squinted at him for a moment before shrugging.

"Thank you. I would have died." you sigh, hopping on your bed. Peter tilted his head in confusion. Your breath hitches before you shrug uncomfortably, trying to seem nonchalant. "I'm a scaredy-cat, okay?"

The boy let out a small laugh, briefly glancing over at your door. "Don't, uh, don't worry about it. Listen, I have a test in physics tomorrow and I gotta study, so, I'm gonna head back..."

You nod, feeling a slight sadness at the boy leaving you. Your roommate was almost never there, making you pretty lonely.

"Holler if you need me?"

"Yeah," you laugh, watching as he awkwardly waves before walking over to the door. "I'm Y/N, by the way!"

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." Peter smiles before stepping out, gently shutting the door behind him.

You sigh, falling back onto your bed. Your gaze lands on the corner of the room where yet another spider lay. A gasp escapes your mouth as you tense, feeling extremely overwhelmed.

"HEY, PETER?"

post-imagine notes: - peter walks back in a few seconds later, an almost defeated look on his face - he gets rid of the spider and you offer to help him study for his efforts even though you had almost no knowledge of physics whatsoever - still, he managed to get an A on his test!! whoop whoop! - the two of you end up becoming close good friends (vine reference hehe) anddddddd yeah

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college peter <3

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

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starbabytae · 6 years ago

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Teach Me — who goes down on who

↳ jungkook × reader

↳ oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering

↳ 2k

↳ jungkook wants a blowjob, but isn't he supposed to learn how to do things to you and not the other way around?

↳ prologue // next

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you ask me to show you how to make a girl feel good and not yourself?”

“Well yeah but, what if a girl wants to blow me and I don’t know how to act?” That, that was his reason? A small sigh leaves your lips as you lean back on your hand, currently seated on his bed with him standing in front of you.

“You just enjoy it. Well, unless she’s bad at it, I guess. Tell me then, why should I blow you? What’s in it for me?” You thought asking enough for him to, maybe, get the hint that no sane girl would blow him if he wouldn’t go down on her either.

“Uhm, you get to blow me..?” But of course, it wasn’t. He really didn’t know anything, did he?

“Look, if you want a girl to go down on you, you gotta do down on her.” You gestured your hand over your lower regions lazily, as if to show him, and watched as his face turned with realization, lips parting in a silent ‘oh’.

“Why should she let you put your dick in her mouth if you won’t put your mouth on her pussy?” And apparently, he was much more virgin than you thought, his cheeks quickly heating up at your choice of words.

“So if I want a blowjob I have to eat her out after?”

“You don’t have to right away. But you should do it at least once if she’d sucked your dick before.” You wouldn’t know of any girl who wouldn’t want a guys tongue on them if they had sucked his dick before. If you were being honest, if you’d come across a guy who constantly wanted his dick in your mouth but refused to go down on you, you’d drop him.

“So if I promise to eat you out, you’ll blow me? I mean, that way you can show me how to eat a girl out as well!”

“Fine. Get out of your pants and sit down.” You had to swallow a laugh when he struggled with his belt, almost tripping face first into his mattress when he didn’t get the jeans over his ankles before he was finally seated whereas you had moved to kneel on the ground before him, hands on his thighs.

“Are you sure you want this?” Again, you asked for confirmation, though the obvious bulge in his boxers gave you the answer right away, and you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the prominent outline of his erection. You glanced up just as he gave you a silent nod, and with that the last barrier of clothing was gone.

He was a bit taller than the average length, if you had to guess maybe around 6 to 7 inches, but what had you clench your thighs together was his thickness. You could only imagine what a delicious stretch he would give, a bulbous head with a darker shade of pink and pretty vines wrapping around his shaft. And apparently you had been staring for a quiet a while, hearing him clear his throat and close his thighs to try and hide.

“I—I know it’s not that big, but I wouldn’t have thought it’s that much of a problem..” Ah, so he was insecure.

“Oh, Jungkook..” You couldn’t help but chuckle when he gave you a small pout, slipping your hands to the inside of his thighs to push his legs apart. “You’re bigger than the average. Me staring didn’t mean you have an ugly or small dick or something.” Sure you had seen bigger before, but not every male had been as thick as Jungkook was.

“Now, don’t expect every girl to deepthroat you. Not everyone has a trained gag reflex.” He probably hadn’t expected you to actually deepthroat him, and if you were being honest, for a second you actually wondered if you could even fit him completely. He had just a few inches more than Yoongi, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem.

Your eyes flickered back down to his cock, already hard and leaking and it came to no surprise to you that he had gotten fully hard so fast. You reached forward, wrapping your palm around his shaft carefully and watched in awe at how he twitched at just the tiniest of touch.

“Y—Y/N..” Your name rolled off his tongue with a small gasp, and you had never thought hearing him say your name could sound so hot.

“Calm down, baby.” Caressing his thigh with your free hand soothingly you dropped the other down to his balls, cradling them between your fingers while you leaned closer for a taste. The second your tongue touched his skin he was gone for good.

He couldn’t help the curse words that fell from his lips when he watched your tongue swirl around his head, gathering the small drops of pre-cum before your lips wrapped around him which earned you a rather high pitched moan, but it was a sign of pleasure nonetheless.

He could feel your throat protesting only the slightest when you moved down on him, your breath steady against his abdomen and he could swear he could cum right then and there. He couldn’t deny that he had never thought of you that way, but he had always pushed that thought to the back of his mind, until today.

It all came naturally when you moved down further until he could feel the tip of your nose against his skin, the hand in your hair holding you down though you could feel that he was still unsure with his actions so you only hummed quietly, dragging your tongue over his length instead of moving up again.

Your breathing wasn’t much of a problem, and even though there was a small gag every now and then he didn’t seem to mind, rather it turned him on even more to have you gagging on his cock.

“Y/N..” This time your name sounded more strained, and you just knew he was close. The hand that was cradling his balls moved to give them a soft tug, swallowing around his length just in time and not even a second later could you feel his cum down your throat and a heavy moan was heard above you.

A few moments later and the hand on your head disappeared, allowing you to move back up. You hate to admit it but the fucked out state he was in didn’t fail to ignite a fire in your core. There was still a small part of you that was completely against the whole idea, but at the moment you ignored it completely.

“Holy Shit.” You had yet to get up again, wiping the last remnants of his cum from your lips as you looked up at him.

“Before you say anything, don’t expect every girl to swallow your load.” You weren’t sure if he still remembered what you had talked about before, and you weren’t sure if you even still wanted it.

“Uhm so, are you gonna get up on the bed, or..?” He did remember. And by the look on his face he seemed pretty excited about it. With a small, hopefully quiet sigh you raised from your knees to shuffle on to his bed as well, leaning your back against the headboard.

He was quick to move between your thighs, eager hands working on the button of your pants before pulling them down your legs and leaving you in black lace panties. And all of a sudden, his confidence seemed to leave him, eyes staring at your panty clad center with pursed lips.

“Are you sure—”

“Yes! Just.. give me some time. I want to do this.” As if to confirm not only you but also himself, he nodded his head slightly, shaking hands reaching out to pull the undergarment away. Silently, you hoped he hadn’t noticed how the fabric seemed to stick against your core, fighting the blush that was crawling on your cheeks.

For a while he just stared at you, and to be honest you weren’t really sure for what reason. Subconsciously, you reached for your panties which were still in his grip, thighs pressing together to hide just like he had done before. Only that he was quick to throw the fabric over his shoulders and on the ground, spreading your thighs almost immediately and forcing you on your back.

“S—sorry.. I’m just.. I don’t know—” His eyes were switching between staring at your face and staring back down at your core, shaky hands pressed firmly on your knees.

“It’s okay. You can start kissing my thighs and just move closer.. Nobody’s a pro right away..” With a small nod his lips made contact with your skin, and you willed yourself to relax.

He moved slowly, testing his preferences between small pecks and soft nips to your skin, taking your quiet whimpers as references to what felt better. Soon enough you could feel his breath over your center, and you failed to notice the look he sent you from between your thighs.

His lips pressed against your inner thigh one more time before you could feel them against your core, feathery touches and careful nudges of his tongue over your folds as if he was testing what could make you scream the loudest. You dropped one of your hands on his head carefully, your grip loose enough for him to pull away but he didn’t. With you guiding him his lips wrapped around your clit, one of his own hands moving up your thigh to swipe between your folds.

“You’re sopping..” His voice came out in a small whine when he pulled away, watching his fingers get coated with your arousal before he dove back in, tongue pressed flat over your core. You could barely believe in his confidence when you could feel his fingers prod against your entrance before slipping two of his digits inside.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook..” His name left your lips in a breathy moan, and he took it positively, dragging his fingers against your inner walls. His movements were without any strategy, simply pumping them in and out though you had guys with even worse fingering techniques.

His tongue was still moving through your folds, curling it upwards to hit your clit the same time he curled his fingers inside of you, and the high pitched moan he received made him repeat the action a few more times.

Suddenly you were more than glad that Jungkook’s roommate, Jimin as you remembered, wasn’t present in the apartment, because you were having a hard time keeping quiet the closer you came.

“Fuck, don’t stop, I’m.. so close, fuck..” Your hips moved on their own accord, hand gripping his hair and grinding against his face though he didn’t seem to mind. It didn’t take much longer until your release hit you forcefully, pushing his head away from your core when you grew too sensitive.

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, your heavy pants the only sound in the room until you finally calmed down, scooting up to see Jungkook still on his knees. “Jungkook?”

“Was that good?” Had your moans not been indication enough? Or maybe the fact that he had actually made you cum, something that not every guy was capable of doing even with experience.

“Yes, Jungkook. That was.. good.” Awkward wasn’t the right word to describe the situation, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable either when he reached over to pick your panties from the floor, handing them to you with cherry red cheeks.

“Shower.. can I, uh, take a shower?” You could feel the stickiness of cum and sweat on your thighs, and you really didn’t want to go home that way, especially not since it smelled.

Jungkook only nodded, and since you knew were the bathroom was he stayed behind as you left his room, unaware of the fact that he’d take the time to rid himself of yet another boner he had gotten just from tasting your sweet, sweet pussy.

#bts #bts fiction #bts smut #btssmutclub #smut series #jeon jeongguk #jungkook #jungkook smut #x reader #f; teach me

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19umbrellas · 6 years ago

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The Great Escape || Ben Hargreeves x Reader || Chapter 3

Description: After the death of your childhood sweetheart you began to have very gory and horrific nightmares that lead to your drug and alcohol problem. After your family found out, your sister admitted you to a rehabilitation facility you begin to see glimpses of your old lover walking about the hallway. Have the nightmares finally drove you insane or is your beloved Ben Hargreeves really back from the dead?

Read and find out uwu

Word Count: 1455

Index: uwu

CHAPTER 3

You stood under the steaming rain of shower water as you combed through your clumped, wet hair with your fingers. You were quietly relaxing, feeling your tense muscles slowly loosen. You washed off any remaining Shampoo products on your hair and let the bubbles run down the drain. When you finished you turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around your body before stepping out of the stall.

One of your roommates, Bianca, was standing in front of the mirror on the opposite side of the showers. She was brushing her teeth when she noticed you walk out and she turned to you. "Hey roomie!" she said before spitting out the foam of bubbles that had accumulated in her mouth. Some of the bubbly foam still remained at the corners of her mouth but she didn't mind.

"Hey" you greeted her with a small smile and a nod as you walked to your bag next to her on the sink. You took out your fresh dry clothes and went back into the stall to change. You could hear Bianca gargling as you put on your underwear and then your sweat pants. She spat on the sink before turning the faucet knob and splashed some water on her face.

Pulling your shirt down to waist, you hung your towel on your arm before stepping out once more. Bianca was cleaning up her toiletries as you wrapped your towel around your hair. "Y'know, if you want, you can walk around the facility before lights out." Bianca said. You looked at her with an interested expression. "They usually let us roam for an hour before bed. You should definitely see the garden out back. It's small but it's got some charm." she smiled and you thanked her before you both walked out and headed to your rooms, making small talk along the way.

Once inside you saw your other roommate, Gian, dancing and swaying while lying on her bed to the music that was coming from her gigantic headphones. When she noticed you come in she paused her cassette player and greeted you both. "Bianca, Newbie." you chuckled at her hyper attitude. "Hey, Gian." you waved as you made your way to your bed. "Liking rehab so far?" she asked jokingly. She turned belly down as she propped herself on her bed. You arranged your things as you hummed. "It's pretty nice so far. Not at all what I expected to be honest... " you trailed off, unsure if what you were about to say was going to be offensive for them.

Bianca looked at you, "You thought this place would be a hell hole crawling with mumbling crackheads and angry junkies." you nodded meekly, worried that you may have pushed the wrong buttons. You were taken aback when you heard Bianca and Gian laughing instead of shouting angrily at you.

"I know how you feel." Bianca said. "When I first met Gian she was going to steal my kidney and sell it for some cash." Gian laughed harder, "Man, you were such a pussy back then, Bi." she said wiped away a tear. The two began to bicker playfully as you just smiled and listened. Laughing every once in awhile when they roasted each other.

The door suddenly opened and another girl walked in, she looked rather tired and grumpy. "Hey, Joey. Back from kitchen duty I see." Gian beamed but Joey didn't answer and went straight to bed, turning on her side to avoid eye contact. "Oof, not a good shift I'm guessing." Bianca mumbled to Gian and Gian nodded in agreement. She played her cassette player once more and she quietly mouthed the lyrics as she happily snapped her fingers to the beat.

Bianca turned to you, "Why don't we go to that Garden I told you about?" she said. "I'll show you around too while we're walking." she walked to the door and you followed her.

The hallway was dim, save for a few wall lamps and lights coming from the lower crack of the doors. Your feet quietly squeaked as they made contact with the tiled floor, that was the only sound you could hear other than your breathing. Bianca broke the silence when you reached the red double doors. She explained that this was the cafeteria, it was at the center of the building and how it separated the male ward and the female ward. You continued to walk while Bianca told you some of the rules and regulations of the place. However, you felt a bit anxious as you went farther and farther away from your room. You two were the only ones out and about and you couldn't help but feel like this was not allowed.

Eventually you started to see other patients as well, most of them were playing Foosball in a small room, others were watching, while some were just wandering in the hallway. You saw a familiar man storm out of his room and angrily marched to your direction. Panicked, thinking that he was coming after you, you stopped and flinched as he approached you but nothing happened. You turned to see his retreating figure stomping away from you.

"That's just Klaus. Don't worry he's harmless." Bianca said, noticing your distress. You nodded slowly, still looking at him as he had a hissy fit in the distance. "C'mon, we're almost there." Bianca began to walk once more and you merely followed.

Bianca stopped in front of a door that looked out of place to the rest of the building. This building had modern architecture and furniture but thus door looked like it was going to lead you back to the 1940's or something. You opened the door and flashes of lights suddenly met your eyes. You stared in awe at the simple beauty of it. Bianca wasn't kidding when she said it was a small garden. A line of rose bushes were following the walls to the red bricked metal fence on the other side, vines and such were crawling up the walls, and three hardwood beaches surrounded the small bird bath that was the center of it all. There were four yellow lit lamp posts that were in the area and they were connected with colorful fairy lights

"Wow." you smiled. "This is amazing." you stepped out as a gust of wind blew through your hair. "How come no one else is here?" you asked, confused why no one else would want to spend their nights in this serene place. Bianca shrugged walking next to you. People around these parts don't really like the peace and quiet." she explained. "You. I thought you would like it though." she smiled before patting your back and walking back inside. "You got 15 minutes till lights out." she said, grabbing the door handle. You looked at her, "Aren't you going to stay with me?" you asked and she shook her head. "When I first saw you you looked liked you had a lot on your mind. I may not know you all that well yet but I think you need some alone time to recollect your thoughts." she closed the door.

she wasn't wrong. You did have a lot of things on your mind, a lot of thoughts and unresolved turmoil you've been trying to push down for years only to explode into your unhealthy habit of drinking and smoking that had cost you your old life. You sat on one of the beaches and sighed. You looked at the bird bath and watched as the colors of the fairy lights gently danced on the waters surface. The air was quiet and all you could hear were the hums of crickets and the rustling of branches blown by the wind.

The quiet didn't seem to last when you suddenly heard the crunching of twigs behind you. You snapped back and scanned the area. Nothing was out of the ordinary other than a faint orange glow you could see in the bushes. Smoke started to emit and from the smell you could tell that whoever was in there was surely smoking a joint right now.

Quietly, you got up and grabbed a rather big rock beside on the ground beside you. You tiptoed over to the bush and raised your weapon in the air. You pushed down the branches that covered the mystery smokers frame and you were taken aback as the angry man from earlier screamed at the sight of you. You stumbled backwards, dropping your rock.

"Jesus Christ, you can't just do that to someone." he exclaimed as he stood up. He looked at you and paused. "Oh hello." he blinked. "Haven't seen you around here before."

A.N.:

Henlo!

Okay so, ya’ll I’ll be honest with ya’ll, I have never tried drugs before, I have drank alcohol, perhaps a little too much, but never have I ever touched, smelled, tasted, or even seen any form of drugs in real life. I’m pretty sure a lot of things in my story are inaccurate since my frame of reference only consists of tv and movies that involve such themes. What I’m trying to say is, I’m really sorry for any inaccuracies in the story huhu.

That’s about it, uwu. See ya’ll in the next one.

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cyberlifeleds · 6 years ago

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Birthday Wishes

Gavin Reed x Reader

Summary: Happy Birthday, Reed

Warnings: swearing

A/N:So excited to write this! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it! I went a slightly different route. This ===== means flash back. This *** means time skip

It was undeniable that you were a trash person. You were one of two out of the whole department. However, unlike your other garbage friend, you were easier to get along with. The only thing that made you trash was the horrible puns you made and the awful outdated references you made almost daily.

You walked into the break room smiling from ear to ear. Today was a special day. You have been waiting all year for this day and for one reason only. You snuck behind your friend, tapping him on the shoulder. With a jump he turned, angrily, almost spilling coffee on himself “What the fuck Y/N? Do you want me to burn my self?” you giggled bouncing on your feet “Whoops sorry for almost making you drop your croissant Reed”. A pointed look was thrown your way, causing your grin to spread.

The two of you had been friends for as long as you could recall. He was one of the factors why you chose to go into detective work as well. It was by chance that you ended up working in the same department. Your smile softened as you pat his arm “C’mon Reed, we got a case together! It’s about damn time I would say” Sadness touched the corners of your smile. Even though you worked in the same building the two of you had drifted apart . You both got busy with work, ad you’ll admit, shiny new things always distracted you. Connor was pretty shiny. The technology he was made of fascinated you, which only seemed to push Gavin away more.

You cleared your throat, removing the hand that had been on his arm way too long and brought back your happy smile. “well hurry up, or else we’ll have to take my motorcycle.” You giggled at his look of absolute refusal. “There’s no way I’m getting on that thing when you’re driving!” He called after you as you walked away. Minutes later you were in the front seat of Gavin’s car, looking over the files you had of the case as he drove. Your mind drifted to all the times you had spent together.

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Walking down the hall in high school is how you ran into your future best friend. Literally. You were running late for a class when you just plowed right in to him and knocked the two of you off balance. Both flustered, pushing off the floor and each other to scramble to get up one of your friends called as they passed you in the hall “Oh no! He needs some milk!” This only made you fall back on your ass in laughter as Gavin stood, an amused smirk on his seemingly soft lips. Your laughter died down after you glared at the back of your friend’s head and then to Gavin’s hand, outstretched for you. You blushed and quickly took it as he pulled you up with ease.

“Oh fuck I’m so embarrassed I’m so sorry I just-” You laughed shaking your head “was late, but I guess I’m skipping class now. I’m Y/N” your hand was still in his as he smiled, which knocked the wind out of you. “Gavin Reed. I was just skipping too. Let’s go” he turned and walked away and you followed him. He had no right to be that attractive.

Afterwards you were the best of friends. Calling out the beginning of memes or vines in the crowded cafeteria for the other to finish in order to find the other so that the two of you could sit together. It was a goofy friendship, but it also had it’s serious moments. Many thought the two of you were dating, of course you both would always deny it. He helped you through many things. Breakups, the death of your parents, and more. You cared for him strongly and it only felt natural that you both attended the Academy together, both following separate dreams...

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You were pulled from your memories by Gavin snapping in your face “Earth to Y/N! We’re here.” You blinked, turning to look out the window to be met with the bright lights coming from the surrounding cop cars. “Err-right. Let’s do this”. Stepping out of the car, the both of you went to the first officer to get a report. “two victims inside. One is in the front room immediately to the left and the other is upstairs. Looks as if the one upstairs was injured and ran up there before the killer caught her. It seems to be that they were roommates.” the officer spoke in a dull tone. However upon hearing the last words he spoke, your eyes lit up. “Oh my God, they were-” Gavin threw his hand up “I swear to every fucking thing that is holy if you finish that sentence you’re walking back to the department.” You gave him a sheepish smile, deciding to follow him inside instead of testing him.

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It was much later and the both of you were now back at the department, working on the report. You were helping as best you could, small talk died lang ago though. You noticed the time and shot out of your chair, almost knocking Gavin out of his own chair in the process. “Oh Fuck! I almost forgot I have to do something! Stay right here, I’ll be back soon” Gavin grumbled, his eyebrows furrowed “Y/N do not leave me with all this to fill out- Hey!” he called after you as you ran from the building.

It was moments later you were back in the department. You had changed into nicer clothes and had picked up a small cake that was made for two or three people. Chocolate frosting was thick on the sides and in neat lettering was “Happy Birthday, Reed” You did think about putting a vine reference on top but decided to go against it. You wanted this to mean something. You wanted to reconnect to your friend.

Once in the break room you gently pushed a question mark candle into the sweet layer, lighting it, then carefully carrying it out to the Bullpen. There were barely any people in the area and Gavin was right where you left him, sitting at his desk with his head in a hand as he filled out reports. You quietly made your way over to his desk, setting the sweet treat on the surface. You cleared your throat and stood up straight. Reed’s head snapped to you, confusion written on his expression as his eyes roamed your body. Heat flared in your cheeks and you quickly looked away. Swallowing you looked back to him, he just noticed the cake. You couldn’t read the expression on his face but spoke quickly.

“Happy Birthday Gavin.” He leaned forward in his chair “You remembered my birthday?” You gave a laugh that came across as a huff “Of course I remembered your birthday. And I wanted to celebrate it with you cause.... cause I miss you. We used to be really close and I want that again. Now shut up and blow out your candle. Make a wish or somethin’...” your throat was suddenly dry, and you looked anywhere except for his stupidly handsome emotional face. Was he smiling? You didn’t know, you were too busy counting how many terminals there were as a distraction. Hearing him blow out the candle and get out of his chair caught your attention. You go to look at him, only to have a view of his broad chest in front of you. Fuck when did he get so close?

You opened your mouth a few times before the words came out “Wh-what did you wish for?” a hand, His hand,reached up, tilting your head towards his “This.” He said simply, there was a soft crease in his brow as his eyes flicked from your eyes to your mouth. Suddenly he leaned in, you were frozen as soft lips melted against your own. It wasn’t rough and passionate like you thought kissing Reed would be. It was... soft, and warm, passionate, and home. realizing you had been just standing there doing nothing, you quickly, too eagerly, kissed back. He pulled away and laughed. “A little eager there are we? You rolled your eyes, fighting the blush that fanned your face “Shut up, I’ve been wanting to do that since senior year. Now eat your cake. I want to go celebrate with you”

A genuine warm smile spread across his lips “I’d like that. I’ve missed you too” You met him half way for another kiss. For the first time in a while, he had a Happy Birthday and that was because he spent it with you.

Happy Birthday Gavin Reed

#gavin reed #dbh gavin #gavin x reader #dbh #dbh fanfic #detroit become human #detroit: bh #gavin detroit become human #happybirthday

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notveryglittery · 6 years ago

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Flirting with Danger, Ch4

summary: In which three-quarters of our cast are useless gays. words: 2,700 / ships: romantic royality, platonic moxiety warnings: mentions of the events from chapter 1 (armed robbery, character held at gunpoint). notes: thanks for your patience everybody!! this one gave us some trouble but next chapter should come pretty easily! @do-your-socks-have-holes-in-them and i are very excited about it!! hope you enjoy!! @fandersfic-royality @fandersfic-moxiety

read on ao3 | Ch1: the first time | Ch2: *mcelroy voice* hotboy! Ch3: sky soliloquy | Ch4: the interview™ Ch5: you have my heart | Ch6: the second time Ch7: is this allowed??

“Good evening. I’m Logan Roberts and I’m here today with our local superhero, commonly referred to as the Prince, for an interview regarding yesterday’s attempted robbery at a 7-Eleven on the corner of Garden Lane and Vine Row.” Logan turned his attention to Roman. “Thank you for your time.”

Roman winked at the camera before facing Logan. “It’s always an absolute pleasure!”

Used to his dramatics by this point, Logan ignored him and shouldered on. “There were three armed suspects, correct? Two male and one female?” Logan made a note here to edit their mugshots in afterwards.

“Yes. Taken care of in no time at all! It was quite easy, really—”

“Your timing was impressive, I will admit.” He didn’t sound impressed; the twitch of a frown on Roman’s lips was so miniscule, it went largely unnoticed. “It was brought to my attention, however, that a victim was held at gunpoint?”

There was really no helping the way Roman melted. He propped an elbow onto the table and then his chin into his hand. “Yeah,” he said dreamily, staring off into the distance.

Logan leveled a flat stare towards the camera, as if to say “do you see what I’m dealing with here?” He cleared his throat and poked Roman’s arm with his pen. “The less cutting I have do in edits, the better.”

Roman snapped out of it and allowed his gaze to flicker back and forth between Logan and the camera. “Sorry, Logan,” he mumbled, drawing forward a bit of his cape, and twisting it between his hands. He shook off the distraction and slipped right back into interview mode. “Yes, there was. It was bad timing, is all. He’s quite alright, though!”

Logan leaned forward, curiosity shining bright in his brown eyes. “From what I understand, the gun went off. Just how does that add up, if you don’t mind my asking?”

Roman let go of his cape and raised one of his hands from beneath the table. He clicked his fingers and allowed the flame it created to linger there for a moment as he spoke. “Well, we all know how undeniably hot I am—” he paused to wink at the lens and Logan resisted the urge to smack him, “— it’s just a pyrokinetic perk. I can stop the gunpowder from being ignited.” The fire at the end of his finger went out with a flick of his wrist.

Logan put it down in his notes before continuing. “That’s fascinating.” Roman positively basked in the compliment. “You said that the victim is quite alright. How can you be so sure? He didn’t stay behind to talk with the police.”

Again, Roman’s gaze went a little distant, but it would really only be noticed by anyone watching with eyes of a hawk. “His friend arrived on the scene before the officers did and insisted they get home as quickly as possible. Seeing as there were others to give a statement, it didn’t seem like much of a problem.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Logan followed without hesitation. “How would you know how he is faring? No one knows who he is, so it isn’t like you could have sought him… out… afterwards…”

Roman’s eyes went wide. Logan looked like the cat that caught the canary. For a few seconds, it was silent. Roman waited for Logan to ask another question or maybe to redirect the interview into a safer direction. Logan waited for Roman to elaborate. Roman caved.

“Alright, fine! So maybe I found his phone on the floor of the convenience store! It would have been rude to not return it to him! You know how we’re all about our phones in this day and age, and besides, who knows how many pictures he had on there that would have just been lost?!” Roman ranted, hands flailing as he did so. “His address was on the lock screen so I… took it to him. The next day. This morning. And he was fine! And when I say fine, wow do I mean fine.”

Logan coughed into his hand. Roman scrambled to backtrack. “Like, super okay! He wasn’t hurt at all! I only said fine like that because he was so fine! Great!” His voice was pitching higher the harder he tried to fix it. “And his roommate’s okay, too! In case you were wondering or if you think that might be important to… add. Include? Everybody’s great!!”

This was… getting out of hand. Logan sighed. “You’re very lucky we aren’t live right now.”

“I know,” Roman squeaked. He dropped his face into his hands and when he spoke next, it was muffled. Logan could only assume that Roman was assuming he’d edit this. “I’m making such a fool of myself. What if he watches this? I’d die of embarrassment.”

“I had intended to make cuts. You are making it quite difficult, however.” At this rate, the interview would look choppy. Logan considered just starting over but their time was limited. Perhaps he could leave it as it was… It wouldn’t hurt if the hero took a blow to his ego.

“I’m sorry,” Roman muttered, sounding genuinely contrite. “I can do better.”

“I’m sure that you can.” Logan glanced towards the camera, the recording light still strong. “Let’s get back to the interview and I’ll see what I can do in post.”

Roman sat up straighter in his chair and tried to banish all thoughts of Patton from his mind. There were more important things to address. He just had to hope that Logan would be able to do enough cleaning up that it would all look alright in the end.

“Regarding your entrance,” Logan began, glancing down at his notes. “You broke in through the window, despite the door having been readily available for use. The cost of damages ended up being equal to what would have been stolen from the register. There’s also the matter of the destroyed displays; there were three of them, two of which were your doing.”

Roman looked downright offended. “I am a superhero, Logan! Dramatic entrances are just part of the job description!” He huffed and brushed a strand of hair out of his face. It was starting to get a little unruly with all of his gesturing. “I could fix the displays in no time, if necessary! I can pay for the window, too! I haven’t had a chance yet to speak with the owners. I gave the police their statement before there was a minor misdemeanor I had to attend to.”

“Oh?” Logan asked and Roman internally cursed. He had to go and run his mouth, didn’t he? Logan could sense a story from miles away and here Roman was, handing it to him on a silver platter. “What happened there?”

“Nothing important!” Honestly, it really wasn’t. A text had come from Roman’s neighbor, saying they’d lost their cat and Roman wasn’t about to let Talyn worry a single minute more than they needed to. He turned to face the camera. “If the proprietors of the 7-Eleven on Garden Lane and Vine Row would please get in contact with me, so that we can work this out, that would be delightful.” See, Roman could be responsible!

“Alright…” Logan agreed hesitantly, clearly itching still to know just what Roman had to leave in such a hurry for. Perhaps he’d get the answer once they were finished.

Patton, precariously balancing a bowl of popcorn and two glasses of soda, came rushing into the living room from the kitchen, looking very much like an excited puppy. After the Prince had returned his cell phone, he’d transferred all of his photos over onto his laptop, and was pleased as punch knowing now that he’d never lose those memories. On top of that, he and Virgil had made snickerdoodles, and then Patton had gone through their apartment complex, offering said cookies to their neighbors, because it was such a fun word to say, and they had all been really happy about it, which made Patton really happy about it, and gosh!! He was just having such a good day!!

Now, to make things even better, one of the city’s most well renowned reporters had interviewed the Prince regarding yesterday’s (almost) robbery. That meant Patton was going to get to see his favorite superhero on screen and he could gush to Virgil all over again about how amazing and fearless he had been.

“Did it start yet?!” He asked eagerly but before he could get an answer, his foot caught the edge of the coffee table. It should have been an absolute disaster; they should have missed the interview in favor of scrubbing soda out of the carpet. However, Patton felt the familiar gentle weight of shadows curling up around his legs, and pushing against his stomach, keeping him upright just long enough for Virgil to spring off of the sofa. He caught Patton by the shoulders and while the drinks did slosh a bit over the edges of the cups, it mostly did so onto their nightwear, and not the floor itself.

“Are you okay?” Virgil asked, taking the bowl of popcorn from Patton, and setting it down on the arm of the couch. The darkness faded from his eyes, lightening back to hazel, as the shadows slipped away to their corners. Patton, as he always did any time Virgil used his powers to keep him safe, smiled after them as they went.

“I’m okay!” He said, putting the cups down on the table. “I’m gonna go get some paper—”

“Nope,” Virgil interrupted. “You sit down, I’ll go get the paper towels.”

Before Patton could protest, Virgil was carefully pushing him down on the couch, and leaving for the kitchen. He sat still for about five seconds before getting cozy and crossing his legs; he grabbed the popcorn and held it in his lap. Commercials were playing on the television screen but the audio was muted for the time being. When Virgil returned, he was carrying not only a handful of paper towels, but the bottle of root beer itself.

“For when you inevitably spill more,” he teased, when Patton gave him a questioning look.

A few minutes later, they were situated comfortably on the sofa; Virgil had his legs stretched out and his feet, clad in fuzzy socks, resting on the table. A blanket was wrapped around their shoulders and Patton was nestled against Virgil, content and warm.

“Alright, I guess I’m ready for you to squeal over Prince Not-So-Charming’s interview, but can you keep it down just enough for us to actually hear it?”

“Virge,” Patton whined, elbowing him in the side. “Let me live!!”

Virgil stuck his tongue out at Patton and turned the volume on. Some generic opening music played before Logan Roberts appeared on screen; he looked proper as ever. Beside him was the Prince and Patton was immediately wiggling on the spot. When he winked at the camera, Patton flapped his arms, hitting Virgil in the face with his sweater paws, before covering his mouth, and squealing into the fabric. When Logan cut the superhero off, Patton frowned; Virgil, however, snickered.

“... a victim was held at gunpoint?”

Patton screamed and threw his handful of popcorn at the television. With his hands now empty, Patton grabbed Virgil’s arm and started shaking him. “Virgil!!!! That’s me!!!! They’re talking about me!!!”

Virgil laughed, taking the bowl out of Patton’s lap. By now, Patton was all but sitting on the edge of the couch. The pair went on to talk about how the superhero’s pyrokinesis worked and Virgil was relieved, finally understanding that Patton’s life hadn’t really been in as much danger as previously thought. Meanwhile, Patton was squeaking over the the Prince, once again, winking at the camera.

Virgil, with the eyes of a hawk, noticed immediately the dreamy look in the hero’s eyes as Logan asked about Patton’s well-being. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“Oh!! Virgil, that’s you!! You’re the friend!!” Patton exclaimed, patting Virgil on the knee.

He nodded and made a face of agreement, even though Patton’s eyes were still locked on the screen. The reporter wasted no time in calling his interviewee out and Virgil was endlessly amused by it. Silence fell between the two and Virgil could see the realization dawning on Logan’s face. Logan Roberts didn’t smile much during his interviews and so when his lips curved slowly into a very smug sort of grin, Virgil wasn’t quite prepared.

“Oh no,” Virgil muttered, partially because oh no, he was hot and partially because oh no, the cat was out of the bag.

Sure enough, the Prince was suddenly yammering on about how he’d found Patton’s phone and returned it to him this morning. Virgil wished he could reach through the screen and strangle him. Did he not understand the meaning of privacy?!

Patton screamed and fell off of the couch. Without even thinking about it, Virgil twirled his finger in the air, pulling the shadows back to the middle of the room. They didn’t necessarily catch Patton, but they did pool beneath him to soften his fall.

“Thanks,” Patton muttered, distractedly, craning his neck to try and see passed the table so he could still watch the interview.

It cut, slightly awkwardly. Virgil narrowed his eyes. He offered his hand to Patton, who took it, and situated himself back on the couch. They moved on, discussing the broken window and displays. Patton was looking progressively more distressed at the way Logan was grilling the superhero. Virgil thought it was what he deserved but, more than anything, he was beginning to grow nervous over the fact that people knew now that they’d been visited by the Prince. It wasn’t like anyone knew who they were, or like he’d given away important information, but there had been other witnesses at the 7-Eleven, and what if they ended up recognizing Patton, and—

“Kiddo?” Patton was poking him in the face. “Are you okay?”

Virgil startled, pulled so suddenly from his spiraling. “Eehhh.”

“Okay,” Patton said agreeably.

Virgil exhaled harshly. “Just— What if someone finds out who you are from all this and… I mean, there’s probably some people that might- I just don’t want us publicly associated with a superhero, that’s just asking for trouble, y’know?” He avoided Patton’s eyes and glared at the TV.

The interview was wrapping up, but Patton had stopped paying attention to it. He turned to face Virgil fully, frowning. “He didn’t say our names, though! I guess he could’ve been a little more subtle… But still, I don’t think anyone could find us just from that. Although if we did get in trouble, that would mean he’d come save us again…” Patton looked off into space with a little sigh, and it was obvious he was daydreaming.

Virgil blinked at him incredulously. “…Jeez. Okay, we really need to talk about your priorities. Again.”

Patton snapped out of it, glancing back and forth between Virgil and the television. Logan was thanking the Prince for his time. “We still need milk!” he said suddenly, leaping off the couch. He hurried out of the room and Virgil pinched the bridge of his nose. He turned the TV off and gathered what was left of their snacks and drinks, which, given how distracted they’d ended up, was most of what they had started with.

He was in the middle of putting the dishes away when there was a clatter by the front door. He jumped and spun around to find Patton, quietly apologizing to the dining room chair he’d bumped into. Virgil put his hands on his hips and gave Patton his best Mom Look.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

Patton had the gall to look sheepish. “... Milk?”

Virgil’s eyebrows rose slowly. “Without an umbrella?” And by himself when it was getting dark, but one problem at a time.

Patton shot him a pair of nervous finger guns before darting back to his room. Virgil did the same, retrieving his own umbrella from his closet, and met Patton at the front door. Again, Patton looked surprised.

“You thought I was going to let you go alone?” Virgil asked. “You were held at gunpoint last time.”

“You accidentally get caught up in a convenience store robbery one time!” Patton complained teasingly. He looked thrilled, though, that Virgil was joining him.

Virgil checked to make sure they had their wallets, keys, and phones before they headed out. Hopefully nothing too exciting would happen this time.

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flokive · 4 years ago

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weather boy - cth

description: fratboy!cal au with a LOT of vine references // part two of a 4 part series: a year in the life of calum and his roommate. part one is right here writers note: don’t really have a lot to say actually, i just really really really hope you all like it!! xx wordcount: 1965

warnings: none really, just a lot of pining over each other and some drinking?

winter

It's nearly 12 am when Calum finally walked into the living room, wearing only his pajama trousers, with a big grin on his face. You took a quick glance at his torso as he stretched with a soft yawn and plumped next to you on the couch. Your cheeks turning a soft pink when you feel the warmth radiating off of his body. His familiar scent greeting your nostrils, making you want to nuzzle your face in his neck and never leave. It took you some willpower to not go right ahead and press your lips on his, letting your fingers run through his hair. Your thoughts get interrupted by Calum’s sleepy voice.

"God, Gilmore. Is there ANYthing better than pussy?” You let out a big sigh, put down your book, and looked your brown-haired friend in his eyes. "A really good book." You tried to keep a stern and serious face but the moment Calum recognized the words, his face lit up and he started to laugh, causing you to fail in keeping your stern look. “God, woman. Do you ever, not, speak in vine references?” You shook your head and laughed, quickly patted Calum’s leg, and continued reading your book as Calum turned on the tv. Both of you enjoying each others company and your Saturday morning.

When you walked in your living room after a long day of studying and hoping for some peace and quiet, you stumbled upon your roommate and some random girl making out on your couch. The very couch you wanted to claim for the rest of the night to watch Gilmore Girls and eat pizza. You growled and dropped your heavy book bag, startling the two lovebirds.

“Fuck.. this shit. I’m out.” You huffed angrily and stormed out of the apartment, tears started to form in your eyes.

“Hey! Babe, wait up!” Calum yelled as he ran after you, getting a hold of your wrist, making you stop in your tracks. “I’m sorry,” he breathed, “I didn’t know you would be home so soon.” He apologized softly, tugging your arm to try and get you to turn around. You blinked furiously, trying to get your eyes back to normal before facing your roommate. Apparently, you didn’t quite succeed because when Calum got a good look at your face, his eyebrows knotted and a sad expression showed in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered softly, cupping your face, his eyes tried to meet yours. “Nothing.” You said flatly, trying to avoid looking into his eyes. “Look at me,” Calum demanded, holding your face a little bit tighter, and you had no choice but to finally meet his gaze. Tears formed in your eyes when you thought back at the moment you saw him sitting there, with another strange girl.

“Hey…” his voice was soft in your eyes, making you tear up even more. “Talk to me, petal.” You shook your head, clearly not wanting to talk about what made you tear up. “Just,” you spoke softly, barely audible. “Just leave me alone, Calum.” You tried to pry loose from his grab, he let you. “Just, you have a guest to entertain. I’ll be fine.” Calum opened his mouth to say something in return but you just shook your head, turned on the back of your heels, and walked away from your roommate. Leaving him speechless and confused. He couldn’t really figure out what he had done to make you feel sad.

As badly as he wanted to follow you, pull you close and comfort you, he knew you didn’t. So he left, walked back to the apartment, only to find the blonde girl he didn’t know the name of waiting for him, wearing a very short dress, leaving nothing to the imagination. Trying to get the image of you crying out of his head, the took off his shirt and guided the blonde to his bedroom. When the girl finally left the apartment, he was regretting the decision to take the girl back to your apartment in the first place. She had only been a distraction, to get his feelings out of the way, knowing they’d probably stay unrequited. Something that had obviously failed when he saw your face again the morning after.

As a few days go by, the two of you haven’t really spoken a word about what happened. You kinda went back to how things were, just having fun as friends and nothing more, really. All though, you noticed, there clearly were less girls staying over in the apartment than before.

*Please, help, this girl just won’t LEAVE!*

Calum texted you, your grunt muffled by your cushion. You have been lying awake all night, partly because of the noise Calum made when he came home drunk, again, with some random girl, again. Partly because you’ve been crying in your bed all night, thinking about Calum. About the other girl now laying in his bed, probably nuzzled against his broad chest, sulking up his fragrance, feeling his soft touch all over her body. Obviously, the feelings you had for your roommate never really faded away since the last time you saw Calum together with a girl.

Your phone buzzed again, an awkward, pouty faced selfie lit up your screen, a text reading ‘pretty please’ arriving soon after. You huffed in annoyance as you stand up, bitter thoughts that he only needed you when you needed to scare away some chick, swirled around in your brain. With your sweatpants in your hands, you looked in the mirror, hanging on your bedroom door. Looking at your reflection, you saw yourself standing there, your legs bare and your ass barely covered up by one of Calums t-shirts you snatched out of the fresh laundry a few weeks ago.

A devilish smile appeared on your face, thinking about how Calum’s face would change if you were to walk into his room, barely covered, wearing his favorite shirt. You threw your sweats back on your bed and decided to change your casual underwear to some lacey panties. “Go big or go home, Gilmore.” you whispered to your self as you took one last glance in the mirror.

"I didn’t get no sleep ‘cause of y’all! You’re never getting sleep ‘cause of me!” You yelled, barging into the Calum room, beating on some pans, startling your roommate, and the girl laying next to him. “The fuck…” Calum starts but quickly trailed off when he sees you wearing his old Led Zeppelin tee. His eyes traveled up and down your body, lingering, maybe too long, on your exposed ass when you raised your arms to bang on the pans. He never really noticed your bare legs, the way your body looked, hidden away under his t-shirt. His… t-shirt. He slowly licked his lips at the thought of you wearing more, and less, of what’s actually his.

“What the fuck?!” A shriek next to him made Calum peel his eyes away from your ass, looking at the girl next to him. “Aren’t you going to do something about this?!” The blonde girl screamed, frantically pointing at your crazy roommate. He shrugged, the girl exclaimed some profanity’s and quickly got up, gathered her stuff and ran out of the apartment.

“Good one..” Calum breathed shakily, still checking you out. You gave him a weak smile, dropped the pans on his bed, and walked out of his room, giving a little bit more sway in the way you walked than you did before.

“Damn Gilmore,” Calum whispered as you closed the door to your own bedroom, “damn, you look good in my shirt.”

It’s the first time you came along to a frat party together with Calum. When you entered the big, white fraternity house, you immediately spotted the heads of Calums friends and eventually also Calum’s brown curls. You greeted them with a shy smile, gave Calum a tight hug, and looked around you, watching the boys and girls dancing on tables and playing games like beer pong.

“Just, grow a fucking pair dude and talk to her.” You heard Calum tell someone. You shifted your attention back to your roommate’s friends and saw that he was talking to Kyle. “What the fuck is up Kyle..” Calum stated jokingly, making you smile. Kyle said something you couldn’t quite understand, but joined Calum anyway.

“No what did you say, what the fuck dude.” Calum started laughing and joined you in yelling the last line. “Step the fuck up KYLE!!” The boy shook his head at the sight of the two on you and mumbled something like, “you really are perfect for each other,” as he stumbled away, getting another drink before stepping up to the girl they were talking about.

“Well,” you laughed and took a sip of the drink Calum just made you, “the pep talk worked. Look!” You pointed at the couple, now kissing against the stairwell. “Of course it worked, doll.” Calum slurred, he took another gulp of his beer as he casually slung his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. The heath crept up your neck and cheeks as Calum casually brushed his lips against your ears, slowly swaying his hips against yours on the rhythm of the music.

Roses pumped out of the many speakers surrounding the two of you, empty bottles of beers were scattered around the room, people danced on tabletops and you never wanted to leave the arms of your roommate. A new red cup got pushed in your hands by Calum, him still holding you close as the song transitioned to Filthy by Justin Timberlake. Calums laugh ringed in your ears as he recognized the tune and quickly turned you around so the two of you were dancing face to face.

He quickly downed his beer, you’ve lost count how many had been drinking. He began dancing in robot-like movements, quickly changing to sexier dance moves as the song progressed. “All my haters gon' say it's fake. I guess I got my swagger back.” A devilish grin appeared on his face. “I said, put your filthy hands all over me.” His index finger beckoned you to come closer. “Baby, don't you mind if I do. Exactly what you like times two. Got me singin', ooh, ooh’.” His lips found your earlobes again, the words he sang gave you goosebumps everywhere on your body.

As the music swelled, the alcohol took more control of your body and you found yourself grinding with Calum. His hands lay on your exposed hips and his face was buried in your hair, your mind wandered to the things that could happen if the two of you were to continue dancing like this. Your left hand met his neck, your fingers intertwined with his hair, your right hand swayed with you to the music. The two of you danced like you didn’t have a care in the world, the two of you completely living in the moment.

The filthy song changed into Kill The Lights and the moment the two of you had, stopped as quickly as it started. A lot of whoo’s echoed in the packed living room as Calum’s friends joined you again, holding new, freshly made drinks. You quickly stepped back, letting go of the man’s neck and accepted the drink. The vodka slightly burned your throat as you gulped it down, trying to drown out what just happened. The alcohol made you looser, made you lose your carefully built wall to protect you against everything and everyone. The wall you build to keep the feelings you’ve been building up all these weeks, in a dark corner of your mind, trying to not give in and finally accepting that you really were falling in love with your roommate.

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imaginethatalena · 7 years ago

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#43: Deadpool x Reader

Thanks @crazyfreckledginger for requesting ❤ This one took me a LONG time because I wanted to make sure I got it just right, and I’m still not sure it’s as good as I wanted it to be, but I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you like it :)

Request: Could you do a fic where the reader is an antihero who is roommates with deadpool, and one night deadpool meets arsenal and red hood and they hit it off, so they always hang out together. When they finally meet the reader, maybe when wade brings them to the apartment and they flirt with her a lot. Wade says that he is the only one who can flirt with her but they don’t care. And when they go fight crime together, they flirt and talk about her in the most explicit way possible? Tysm! ❤❤❤

WARNING: This imagine will be slightly NSFW. Since this is an imagine with Deadpool in it, I didn’t hold back on the swearing and sexual references. If you don’t like reading imagines that are slightly NSFW, you probably shouldn’t read this one.

You never would have guessed that someday your roommate would be Wade Wilson, better known as Deadpool, possibly the most dangerous man you had ever met. The Merc with a Mouth had taken you on as a sidekick on his antihero adventures, but you hadn’t been able to join him for awhile since you had gotten injured on a mission. Lately you had been spending your nights with your broken leg propped up on the couch while you watched Netflix and R.I.P. Vine compilations. Wade normally did his work at night, but these last few nights he had stayed out later than usual.

Tonight you watched him struggle to get through the window, swearing and cursing the whole time he struggled to get his mercenary ass wrapped in crimson spandex and holstered guns into your shared apartment. When he finally flopped to the floor you snickered at him.

“You’re a fucking mess, Wade.”

“Fuck you, Y/N,” he groaned. He got to his feet and took his mask off. There was a time when you flinched at the horror that was his face, but now you didn’t even blink.

“I’ll pass on that,” you said with a smirk, watching him walk over to the fridge and picked out one of the cheap beers you had limped down to the gas station to buy. You noticed a plethora of holes in his suit. “How many times did you get shot tonight?”

“I don’t remember,” he said. “But you’ll be happy to know I made some new friends, ones that aren’t useless cripples.”

“For awhile this useless cripple was the only friend you had,” you reminded him. “Who are they, anyway?”

“They call themselves Arsenal and Red Hood. I’ve never seen them around here before. There’s probably a crossover event going on that I don’t know about.” You had given up on trying to understand his comments about crossovers and readers and copyright long ago, accepting that he just loved to say crazy things.

“Are they anything like us?” you asked. Antiheros were in short supply as of late, and the two of you needed allies if you had any hope of undergoing more dangerous missions successfully in the future. Wade couldn’t go off and do his job alone every time you got hurt forever.

“They like guns as much as I do, so they’re my new best friends,” Wade said as he took a seat next to you. You had been confined to the couch all day, and he secretly felt bad that you were alone all the time.

“I thought I was your best friend,” you said as he put an arm around your shoulder.

“A sidekick is not a best friend.”

“How about an upgrade then?”

“What, to fuck buddy? You wish.”

“Whenever my leg gets better, maybe I will.”

Wade cocked a brow at you, and you smiled.

“You know that fucking you after that leg heals would be counterproductive because you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day,” he said, to which you burst out laughing.

“Sure, Wade,” you giggled, and he rolled his eyes. It was a common thing for you to doubt how good sex with him would be. Neither of you were sure where exactly your relationship was going. It started out as renting out an apartment together out of convenience, but lately there had been a bit of subtle and not so subtle flirting. He hoped that one day you would get past the flirting and he could show you that the sex he promised was nothing to laugh at.

The entire time your leg was in a cast, Wade spent the nights fighting crime and going on missions with Arsenal and Red Hood, often not coming back to the apartment for days at a time. A kid he used to work with, Peter, would stop by sometimes after school to keep you company, but you started to worry that Wade had gotten tired of you. That fear disappeared the night he finally brought his new friends, the night that you were to finally join him again on patrol.

“This is Y/N,” Wade introduced you after his usual battle with the window. “My roomie, sidekick, whatever you wanna call her.”

Two young men stood in your living room, both dressed in black and red, one of them with red hair buzzed short and one with longer black hair. He introduced them as Jason and Roy.

“You didn’t tell us your roommate was so hot,” Roy said as he looked you up and down. Heat rose to your cheeks and you busied yourself with making sure you had all your weapons.

“Wade told us your leg was finally healed enough to go on patrol with us,” Jason said to you, sending a smirk your way. “We’ve been waiting to see you in action.”

“Well, I’ve been Wade’s sidekick for awhile now, and I’ve learned a lot from him, but I’m only just getting back on my feet, so I’m sorry. There’s not gonna be a lot of action for you boys tonight.”

“Well, I’ll make sure there’s a lot for you.” You were too busy trying to not roll your eyes at Jason’s comment to notice Wade stiffening behind you. Jason and Roy’s flirting wasn’t anywhere near the explicit things Wade would say to you, but he could tell what they were thinking, and he was starting to think he should have kept them far away from you.

“We should get going soon,” he interjected, nudging you towards the window. “We have a busy night ahead of us. Muggers to stop, rapists to beat into the ground, chimichangas to eat, the usual. We’re already late.” You lived at the top of the apartment building, so you and Wade were able to inconspicuously start your nightly patrols without attracting attention by keeping to the rooftops for awhile. He let you out first, but stopped Roy and Jason before they could follow.

“For your information, Y/N isn’t attracted you guys like you.” It was the first time he had ever been serious with them, and they almost didn’t know if they should listen to him.

“Are you guys together?” Roy asked, his eyes following you as you went up the rusted stairs to the rooftop and disappeared from sight.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, we are,” Wade said. It was a lie, but it was all he had. “We have fantastic sex all the time, sex you can only dream of having.”

Roy and Jason exchanged a look, and Wade felt an itch in his hand telling him to take his katana to their faces, but he reminded himself to play nice. You were proud that he had made friends other than a web slinging high school kid, and he was going to do his best to keep them.

“Okay, we’ll lay off,” Roy promised. The look he and Jason had exchanged meant they were in for a night of doing exactly what Wade asked them not to.

The four of you spent the night doing Roy and Jason typically did on patrol. You went easy on yourself, not wanting to strain your leg, and kept to stopping muggers and rapists in their tracks. The entire time, unbeknownst to you, Wade suffered through Roy and Jason’s comments.

“Oh damn,” Roy mumbled as he watched you take down the third mugger. “What do you think, Jason? That the best ass you’ve ever seen?”

“Never seen better,” Jason agreed, knowing full well that Wade was listening to his and Roy’s every word. Soon after that you stumbled across a shoplifter running from a gas station. You knocked him to the ground before he could even cross the street, your foot on his back being all that was needed to keep him down.

"I’ve never met a woman who can hold a man down like that,” Jason said. “Of course, I would let her do so much more to me, and maybe she would let me do more to her.”

Wade felt his eye twitch as the voice in his head screamed FUCK THEM UP but he reminded himself not to let his psychotic self loose in front of you.

You had ignored everything Wade’s new friends said about you for his sake until Roy finally got physical.

“Hey, baby,” he said, getting a little too close for comfort when you finally decided it was time to go home. “Why don’t we ditch these two and you can come over to my place?”

“No thanks,” you said, rolling your eyes and stepping away. You felt his hand on your wrist the same moment one of Wade’s katanas left its sheath. He didn’t have time to slice Roy’s arm off because you had already sucker punched him.

“Listen, you ginger fuck,” you snapped. “Keep your hands to yourself and learn some fucking English. I said no, and quite frankly I’ve had enough of you and your friend with a helmet fetish. I put up with your shit because Wade wanted me to meet you, and now I have. Go back to whatever shit stain of a city you came from.”

You walked away from the group in anger, headed in the direction of your apartment building. "Come on, Wade!”

Wade looked to Jason, who was grinning at his friend’s stupidity, and Wade couldn’t resist laughing.

“You asked for it,” he told Roy as he started to follow you. “You’re lucky you only got called a ginger fuck and a punch to the face. She’s done things to me that only my healing factor helped me get through.”

“You’re a lucky guy, Wade Wilson,” Jason said as you all finally parted ways. “Hopefully we’ll see you around.”

You were getting out of your suit when Wade came back, but he couldn’t wait any longer. Jason and Roy had shown him what he needed to do. A moment later both your suits were off and you were having the sex he had always promised.

PART 2

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