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pan-fangirl-345 · 4 years ago

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First ‘I Love You’

Summary: Your boyfriend, Tamaki, misses date night, something that never happens without a heads up. Something must be wrong.

A/N: This was supposed to be fluff, but my hands have a mind of their own and they typed this. A little bit of angst. If I missed something please let me know! And tell me what you guys want to see! I live for asks and requests. I will try my best!

Trigger Warnings: mentions of character death, little bit of angst, mentions of violence, mentions of a concussion, and some broken ribs.

You frowned down at your watch as you sat at the common room table.

“Is he still not back from patrols?” Mirio asked, sliding into the seat across from you.

“No, and it’s date night,” you reminded him. “He never misses date night.” Your frown deepened at the thought. “He hasn’t texted me either. Something’s wrong.”

“Think positive (Y/F/N),” Mirio told you, smiling, though you could tell he was worried too.

“Fine, I’m positive something is wrong,” you countered, lacing your fingers together as your mind ran through possibilities.

“(Y/F/N), you might want to get in here!” someone shouted, calling you over to the TV as one of your classmates turned up the volume.

Your heart dropped into hell as you heard what the reporter was saying on screen.

“- not sure how long the battle has been going on, however, the heroes and their sidekicks are currently in good shape, keeping them at bay. Suneater has been taking the brunt of the damage-”

“No,” you whispered, catching a glimpse of your boyfriend in live time as he was flung against a nearby building. “Tama.”

Your hands flew to your mouth as tears lined your eyes as you saw him struggle to get up. You heard the soft cry of pain he let out as he grabbed onto his ribs.

“I have to go help him,” you muttered, feeling like the world had narrowed down to the small glimpse of him on the screen, time slowing as your mind focused on Tamaki.

“You can’t, you’re off duty and you haven’t been called in,” Mirio said, latching onto your arm.

“He’s going to be killed!” you cried, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Suneater seems to be severely injured, I don’t know if he can take much more of this-”

“You’re forgetting who he’s fighting for,” Mirio told you, laying a hand on your shoulder. “He’s fighting to get back to you. He’ll be alright.”

Tears spilled over as you watched the live stream.

“Suneater seems to be loosing a lot of blood, but he’s still fighting, against recommendations it seems.”

The camera being used to video was catching snippets of conversation between the heroes, and you heard Tamaki say, “-need to get . . . back to . . .(Y/F/N).”

You let out a small sob as you heard your name, barely caring as your knees buckled and Mirio wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you upright.

“Maybe we should turn it-”

“Don’t turn it off,” you breathed, barely above a whisper. “I . . . I need it on, please.”

Someone managed to get you to sit down, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders as you watched your boyfriend climb out of the rubble.

“Mirio, where’s the closest hospital to where they are?” you asked, your voice completely deadpan.

What if he died? What if you never saw him alive after this? What if you never got to tell him-

“About twenty minutes,” he told you. “Not to mention the time it would take us to get there.”

“Can-Can I get a minute alone? Please?” you asked quietly, tears coming harder now, your chin trembling as you watched Tamaki fight.

“C’mon guys, let’s give her some space,” Mirio murmured to the others, shooing them out of the room.

As soon as they were gone, you were up off the couch, heading for your room, changing into some protective gear, swinging yourself out your window, climbing over the sills to get to the ground.

He was your boyfriend god damnit, the heroes needed help, and you weren’t going to let anything stop you.

Tears were still streaming down your face as you made your way to the battle, dodging people and following the stream of evacuees. Time lost meaning as you pushed yourself harder and faster.

You heard the villain roar in the distance and you tried to calm the roar in your own ears as you landed in the crowd.

They had Tamaki on a stretcher, moving him into an ambulance.

“Tama,” you cried, running over, ignoring the stitch in your side.

“Miss, please,” someone started, but then Fat Gum was there.

“It’s alright, she’s his girlfriend,” he said, nodding to you, face drawn and skinnier than you had ever seen it.

“I’m sorry (Y/L/N)-san,” Kirishima sobbed, though he wasn’t crying, he looked like he wanted to. “I tr-tried.”

“I know Red, I know,” you soothed, climbing into the ambulance with Tamaki, who let out a small groan.

“Tama,” you murmured, reaching out to touch him before you drew your hand back. What if you hurt him?

He groaned, eyes fluttering open. “(Y-Y/F/N)? Sorry I missed date night.”

“It’s okay, idiot, just get better okay?” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as he reached out to take your hand.

“You-You aren’t mad?” he asked.

“I’m just glad you’re alive,” you told him, kissing his forehead as the paramedics worked.

“I’ll-I’ll make it- make it up to you,” he promised.

“Baby, you don’t have to make it up to me. You have nothing to make up for. You saved so many people tonight. I’m so proud of you,” you told him, giving him a teary smile. “Just get better.”

He nodded as best he could, closing his eyes, but his hand stayed tightly gripped in yours.

When you reached the hospital and you had to leave Tamaki, you took to pacing the waiting room, apologizing to the older lady that you were stressing out.

Mirio and the others arrived half an hour after you did and Mirio instantly wrapped you in a hug, something you had desperately needed.

“I knew you were up to something,” Mirio teased when he pulled away, making you give a tense smile.

“Sorry, but if it were Nejire you would’ve done the same thing.”

Mirio flushed, but he didn’t deny it.

“If you pace anymore you’re going to wear a groove in the floor,” Mirio teased ten minutes later when you continued to pace.

You glared at him and you opened your mouth to reply, but then you heard, “Tamaki Amajiki?”

“Right here,” you blurt, running over to the doctor. “How is he?”

“He’s got some broken ribs, a concussion, and some pretty bad scrapes and bruises, but other than that, he’s fine. Which one of you is (Y/N)?”

“That’s me,” you admitted, rubbing your arms.

“He’s asking for you,” the doctor told you.

“He is?”

“You are his girlfriend, aren’t you?” the doctor asked.

“Yes, she is, she’s just new at this,” Mirio said for you.

“Can I see him?” you inquired.

“Just know, he is on pain killers, so if he seems a little . . . loopy, that might be why.”

You nodded, following him down the hallway to what was Tamaki’s room.

“Mr. Amajiki, your girlfriend is here,” the doctor said, alerting Tamaki to your presence.

“H-Hey,” Tamaki murmured, giving you a small smile. You could tell he wasn’t seeing you properly, he was staring at a spot just below your left shoulder.

You took the seat by his bed, clutching his hand, he tugged it out of your grip to touch your cheek lightly. You pushed your cheek into his hand, touching his hand with yours.

“How are you feeling?” you inquired, petting his hair softly, something that made him melt every time you did it.

“Like I got thrown into a building,” he joked, rubbing his thumb over your hand.

“Baby, you did,” you chided. Then you noticed the pain lining his face. “Are the lights too bright?”

“N-No,” he said. “I just-”

You waited for a few minutes while you let your boyfriend gather his thoughts. When it was clear he wasn’t going to say anything, you spoke up.

“Baby, what’s wrong? C’mon, talk to me,” you murmured, squeezing his hand.

“They have someone coming in to fix my ribs, but until then, they say that I really shouldn’t be moving too much. I just . . . I could really use some snuggles right now,” he admitted, wincing a little bit, eyes closed.

“Believe me, when you get out of here, you are gonna get all the cuddles you want, but until then, we’ll just have to make due. Do you want to see the others? They’re out in the-”

Small snores alerted you that he was fast asleep, making you smile.

You smoothed a hand over his hair, kissing his forehead lightly, slipping out into the hallway.

“He’s fine, tired, but fine,” you assured the others when they crowded around you. “They’re gonna fix his ribs sometime soon, but until then he’s bedridden, not to mention his concussion seems pretty bad. He couldn’t focus on anything and the lights seemed to bother him a lot more than he was saying.”

“Is he up for visitors?” Mirio asked.

“No, he’s passed out. He needs the rest, I think it’s best if we all just go back to the dorms and let the doctors do their thing, as much as it pains me to say it,” you admitted, tearing a hand through your hair.

“Let’s come back in the morning for visiting hours. And remember, he’s hurt, no yelling, not loud noises, and no bright lights,” you reminded them, watching them nod.

Tamaki, despite his nervous nature, had made a lot of friends in his time at U.A., something you were proud of him for.

“You’re dying to stay, aren’t you?” Mirio asked.

You nodded, rubbing your thumb against the palm of your hand.

“You can stay (Y/F/N)! We won’t mind, you are his girlfriend after all,” someone piped up, making you smile.

“Thanks guys. Now go back to the dorms, you all look like shit,” you teased, making them all smile.

“We’ll come back in the morning,” Mirio assured you.

“Alright, if you need me you know where I’ll be,” you told them, sliding back to Tamaki’s room.

He was sleeping soundly, and you sat in the chair, grabbing one of the blankets that were provided for loved ones and visitors.

You curled up in the chair finding a semi-comfortable position before you watched Tamaki for a few minutes.

You wanted to make sure he was still breathing when you drifted off into a somewhat comfortable sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“-shut up, you’ll wake her up!”

You groaned a little, wincing at the kink in your neck as you swung your legs into a somewhat normal position.

“Welcome back Sleeping Beauty,” Mirio teased.

“Shut up Chipper,” you hissed, rubbing your neck. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost noon,” Tamaki told you, smiling.

“Should you be sitting up baby?” you asked when you managed to get your eyes to work enough to see.

“They fixed my ribs earlier this morning,” he assured you, making you smile.

“So you can move without it hurting?” you asked.

He nodded, laughing when you launched yourself from the chair and into his already open arms, knowing what you had been thinking.

“I missed you,” he murmured, face buried in your neck.

“I was here all night,” you told him, smiling as you moved to a position that was a little more comfortable for the both of you.

His arms were like steel bands around your waist, and despite how nervous he was with PDA, you knew he needed this.

“The others are gonna be here soon,” Mirio said, checking his phone.

“I’ll be right back,” you promised Tamaki, kissing his forehead quickly before you slipped out of his hold.

“I brought a bag for you,” Mirio said, handing it to you before you could slip out of the room.

“Thanks,” you told him, smiling before you found the nearest bathroom.

You brushed your teeth, managing to get your hair somewhat neat, and threw on the new pair of clothes that Mirio had snagged from your dorm room.

You slid back into Tamaki’s lap when you got back to his room, smiling when you saw his small pout.

“You could’ve died last night,” you whispered, running your hands through his hair. “You could’ve died and I wouldn’t have known until someone . . . .”

You couldn’t finish the thought.

“But you were there,” he murmured, nuzzling your neck.

“‘Cause she snuck out a window to get to you,” Mirio muttered, making Tamaki laugh.

“I love you Tamaki,” you said, clinging to him, running your fingers through his hair. “You don’t have to say it back, I just wanted you to know.”

“O-Of course I’m gonna s-say it back,” he chided, tightening his hold around your waist. “I love you too (Y/F/N).”

Cheers from the doorway made you both look up to see your class there.

“Finally!” someone shouted, making Tamaki blush.

“We were afraid you guys were gonna die before you said it to each other!”

“Yeah, I mean, it took you guys three years to get together to begin with!” Nejire added.

Tamaki was shaking, burying his face so far into your neck you were afraid he was going to suffocate.

You cooed softly to him, trying to get him to come out a little bit, but he shook his head, tightening his already strong grip on you.

You smiled at him, shifting slightly in his lap.

He may have been shy, but he was in love with you, and that was all you needed.

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maybeimamuppet · 3 years ago

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hey darlings!! happy wednesday!!!

let’s get right into it shall we?

tw for

discussion of canon events in mg (outing, etc)

discussion of canon events in the prom (homophobia, etc.)

this was requested by @spidy-nugget like forever ago so thank you for your patience and i hope you enjoy!

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“Oh!” Cady says, interrupting herself in the middle of a sentence. “I just remembered! My cousin is coming to visit next week, do you guys want to meet her?”

“Emma?” Damian asks excitedly. Cady nods. “Yes! Is she bringing the-her… Broadway friends?”

“I dunno, she didn’t tell me,” Cady giggles. “But probably, she said they usually visit her at some point every summer.”

“I should probably be there to stop him from combusting if they do come,” Janis huffs. “But also, yes, I want to meet her too.”

“She’s an absolute icon,” Damian says happily. “God, her song. Still makes me cry.”

“You cried watching Finding Dory yesterday,” Janis retaliates.

“It’s a sad movie! Sometimes!” Damian defends. “Anyway, tell me all about Emma.”

“Okay,” Cady giggles again. “She’s a year older than us, and she’s my cousin on my mom’s side. Um… you know her whole… prom fiasco. I’ve only met her in person once when I was ten, for Rhys’ funeral. But we were pen pals when we were really little. And now we just text and stuff.”

“Cute,” Damian says. “And is her girlfriend coming?”

“Oh! Yeah,” Cady says around a mouthful of Janis’ milkshake. “Her name is Alyssa, she’s, like, super smart. Did every possible activity in high school, that kind of thing. But she’s been with Emma when we’ve Facetimed and stuff before and she’s super sweet.”

“Aww,” Damian coos. “I can’t wait!”

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Luckily for him, Damian doesn’t have to wait too long. Emma and Alyssa arrive the following week in Emma’s pickup. Damian has been pressed against the window all day, like a small child watching for the ice cream truck. He gasps dramatically when four people in matching sequined tracksuits also hop out of the backseat, grumbling about being cramped together for such a long trip.

Cady opens the door to let everyone in, and is quickly swamped by a crowd of people much taller than her. Janis pops up on her tippy toes to try and find her girlfriend to save her, but doesn’t succeed.

Everyone heads into the living room, and Janis laughs when she finds Cady being carried in like a sack of potatoes by one of the men that came with Emma.

“Emma, why didn’t you tell me your cousin was so adorable?” He demands. “Look at this, she’s so small.”

“Please put me down,” Cady squeaks. Janis heads over and reaches for her.

“Can I have my girlfriend back, please?”

“And she’s gay!” The man says happily, passing Cady over like she’s a small dog. Janis holds her close and smoothes her hair back to where it was.

“Bi, actually,” Cady grumbles.

“Well, aren’t you something. Oh, my name is Barry, by the way. As if you haven’t heard of me.”

“Barry, we talked about this,” Emma chides. “They haven’t. Except Damian.”

“And where is this Damian? I want to meet him,” one of the ladies says. “Oh, and my name is Dee Dee.”

Damian enters shyly and gives a little wave. Janis cackles, “Dude, you’re totally starstruck, look at you!”

“Uh-hi,” he stutters. “I’m Damian.”

“Aww!” The other lady says. “Look at your little cheeks, what a sweetheart! I’m Angie.”

Damian blushes violently as he’s cooed over by Angie. Barry hauls her off to get a good look at him.

“I like this,” he says. “It’s like a mini me.”

“Just don’t break him,” Emma pleads. “Damian, can I trust you to babysit for a while?”

That prompts a, ‘Hey!’ from all four adults, and an eager nod from Damian. “I can show them around town.”

“This is not a town, darling,” Dee Dee says gently. “But what is there to see?”

“We have… uh-“

“There’s an IHOP!” Cady chirps. “And the mall. That’s kind of it until you get to Chicago. Or the lake.”

“This is the most precious soul,” Barry says happily.

“Dame, we did it. I never thought I’d see the day we found someone gayer than you,” Janis laughs.

“Oh, I like this one too,” Barry says. “Funky little lesbian. She dresses like Emma but goth.”

“I do love the hair,” Emma agrees. “I’m dressed more like Cady today though.”

They both look down at their almost-matching flannels and jean shorts, then back at each other with a nod.

“Same boots though,” Janis cheers, lifting a foot. Emma laughs and nudges it with one of her own doc martens. “Nice.”

“Precious,” Angie says. “Okay, we’ll leave you gals alone now. Damian, show us the sights.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Damian says, leading the adults to the door.

“Yes, show us to the… hopping eyes,” Dee Dee says, sounding both bored and intrigued at the same time. Damian waves goodbye to Janis excitedly and closes the door after him.

“Well,” Emma chuckles. “Oh, I hope he’ll be okay.”

“I think he’ll be fine,” Alyssa soothes. “He’s in good company, and he’s a theatre kid, he gets their… vibes.”

“Theatre kid is an understatement for that boy,” Janis tuts affectionately.

“True,” Cady giggles. “Anyway, we can hang out in my room, if you want?”

Emma and Alyssa nod, so Cady leads everyone up to her bedroom. Janis flops onto the bed and Cady crawls in behind her, lifting her head onto her lap. Alyssa and Emma look around curiously for a second before joining them.

“Who did these?” Alyssa asks, pointing to the paintings and collages adorning the walls. “They’re incredible, especially this one. It looks just like you guys!”

Janis flushes as she points to the one she won her art contest with, of she and Damian and Cady all together. “I did.”

“Dang,” Emma breathes. “You have some serious talent, Janis.”

“Thanks,” Janis squeaks.

“No, seriously! Do you have stuff here?” Emma insists.

“A few things, yeah,” Janis says confusedly, raising an eyebrow. “Why?”

Emma lifts her guitar case onto the bed and flicks the latches open, pulling out her famous instrument. It’s covered in stickers and little doodles, much like Janis’ jackets.

“Will you do something on this for me?”

Janis’ eyes go wide. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course!” Emma chuckles. “There’s room down here if you want it visible, or on the back.”

Janis carefully takes the instrument and assesses the material, trying to put an idea together in her mind. She runs to Cady’s desk when one comes to her, where she keeps a supply of basic colors and brushes in case of emergency. Cady doesn’t mind keeping them, they remind her of her girlfriend.

Cady grins affectionately as Emma and Alyssa cuddle in together. “How did you two meet?”

Her cousin turns to smile at her girlfriend. “I kind of always knew of her from school and stuff, but we didn’t really get close until sophomore year.”

Alyssa nods in agreement. “My mom wanted me to be more creative and have another skill or whatever, so she signed me up for guitar classes. Just so happens she was my teacher.”

“You really sucked,” Emma teases. Alyssa scoffs, aghast, and shoves her so hard she nearly falls off the bed. “Ack! Hey, I was kidding!”

“I know,” Alyssa giggles. “I did suck, I’ve never been much good at artsy stuff.”

“I was never good at art either,” Cady chuckles at their antics. “Jay’s tried to teach me to paint a couple times and it hasn’t gone too well.”

She peeks around the other couple to where her own girlfriend is sitting cross-legged on the ground, tongue poked out to the side as she carefully brushes a stroke of paint onto Emma’s guitar. Janis looks up when she feels her gaze, and grins happily when she sees Cady.

“You have the right instincts, I keep telling you,” she says. “You just get cranky too fast and then start attacking me with it.”

Everyone else bursts out laughing. Emma says, “I don’t blame her, I hated art class. What were we talking about?”

“How we met, dummy,” Alyssa huffs, kissing behind Emma’s ear.

“Oh yeah! So, we started off with actual lessons, but then we started getting to know each other more,” Emma explains. “And then I came out and got kicked out, which… a lot of people heard about, so Lyss figured I was a safe person to tell that she was questioning.”

Cady nods, listening intently to the story.

“I came out to her that summer,” Alyssa says. “And she said she’d had a crush on me all along, and asked me out. So we went on a walk and then got coffee and the rest is history.”

“We forgot to mention the serious gay panic I had during our first lesson,” Emma chuckles. “But that’s the gist of it.”

“How cute,” Cady coos.

“What about you two, how long have you been together?” Alyssa asks kindly, flicking Emma’s ear gently as she aggressively plops down onto her lap.

“Four months,” Janis pipes up immediately.

“Man, you crushed on her for that long without saying anything, Cades?” Emma says, impressed. Janis pops her head up and listens in.

“Oh?”

“She never shut up about you for, like, almost a year,” Emma laughs. Cady flushes scarlet and looks down at her lap with a flustered squeak. “I’m assuming it was you, she never gave a name. But it was always a tall, hot artist with cool hair and nice muscles. And I think she mentioned your butt a few times, she thinks that’s cute.”

Janis cackles as Cady flops facedown onto her bed and groans into a pillow. “How cute, I didn’t know that. But I shouldn’t laugh, I definitely wasn’t any better.”

“How did you get together?” Alyssa asks, patting Cady’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. Janis snorts from the ground and Cady gives another groan into her pillow. “What?”

“You tell them,” Cady grumbles, poking her face out just long enough that it’s not muffled.

“Baby, it’s cute,” Janis coos.

“No it’s not!”

“Okay, fine, I’ll tell it in a way that makes me look just as dorky,” Janis compromises. “Caddy came to my school in September from Kenya, and she had these adorable little cargo shorts and socks with sandals on, and-“

“Hold on, what?” Alyssa insists. “Kenya?”

“Cady grew up there, her parents are zoologists,” Emma explains.

“How many conversations have we had with her? And you never thought to tell me she’s from Africa?”

“It never came up! We both had a lot going on the first year and then we just didn’t bring it up,” Emma defends. “And now you know.”

“Sorry,” Alyssa says. “Keep going.”

“It’s all good,” Janis chuckles. “Anyway, I fell for her so bad the first day that I dragged Damian into the bathroom at lunch and made him let her join our group.”

Cady pops her head up and looks to her girlfriend. “You did?”

“Yeah, duh,” Janis says. “We’re not known for socializing with the new kids, I just thought you were cute.”

Cady blushes again, but doesn’t return to her pillow. “Keep going.”

Janis chuckles and continues telling the story as she finishes her small painting on Emma’s guitar. “So we became friends that day, and then had… an ordeal, through the rest of junior year and didn’t really reconnect until spring.”

Cady’s told Emma and Alyssa the whole story, so they both nod at Janis’ quick explanation.

“We got really close over the summer, and apparently we were both crushing on each other. But we didn’t notice, somehow. And then I sorta snapped on her birthday this year and decided to fess up, so I made that,” Janis points to the black and white collage hanging next to one of her paintings on the wall. “But before I could give it to her, this little firecracker got wasted and started crying in my lap about how much she loved me.”

“I wasn’t that drunk!” Cady huffs.

“I found you lying on the ground singing yourself to sleep,” Janis giggles. “And you didn’t recognize me, clearly. Just climbed into my lap and spilled your guts. I was lucky it wasn’t literal.”

“Janis Sarkisian,” Cady grumbles. “Behave.”

“Fine, fine,” Janis chuckles. “Anyway, once she sobered up a little bit we had a chat and realized we both had feelings for each other, so we started dating. And now we’re here.”

“That did not make you sound anywhere near as dorky as me,” Cady huffs. “But yeah, that’s… that’s it.”

Emma snorts once the story is done. “That does sound like Cady. But if that’s what it took, then I guess it was worth it.”

Cady turns to look at Janis again. “It was. But you guys went through a lot more than us, that must have been tough on both of you.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Emma chuckles, trying to sneak a peek at Janis’ work. The angle isn’t quite right, so she gives up before she falls off her girlfriend. “You guys went through a lot. But yeah, it was really tough. I’m so lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” Alyssa murmurs back. “You guys know the story?”

“I do,” Cady says. “I think Jay and Damian just know the bare bones. It’s your story to tell, I didn’t want to give too many details away.”

Alyssa gives her a grateful smile, and Cady grins back. “Do you want to hear it?”

“Of course,” Janis pipes up. “I finished, by the way. Um, here.”

“Hey, you stole my idea!” Cady jokingly whines when she sees what Janis has done.

“But it’s so perfect!” Janis defends. Emma takes her guitar to see, and smiles at the new lion with a rainbow mane in the spot they’d picked. “And it’s kind of for both of us.”

“This is awesome,” Emma says. “Oh! I get it, it’s a pride thing! Pride of lions, and then… oh. Clever!”

“It was actually Caddy’s idea, she made me a rock with it at pride last week,” Janis says. “I thought it fit.”

“It does, you’re really talented!” Alyssa says, leaning over her girlfriend’s shoulder to see it. Janis’ text tone goes off, so she pulls her phone out of the pocket of her shorts to check it. Cady peeks over to see what it is too as Janis bursts out laughing. It’s a picture of Damian surrounded by his new friends, now in a matching tracksuit all of his own.

jamian: Sent a picture: JAN LOOKIT

danis: nice outfit

jamian: Thank u it really suits me doesnt it

danis: honestly

danis: yeah kinda

jamian: Sent a picture: Thank u

jamian: Anyway we’re going to ihop next yall should meet us there

danis: kk love u

jamian: Love u too

“I think your little crew adopted Damian,” Janis chuckles at Emma and Alyssa, showing them the photo of a very excited Damian.

“Aww,” Emma chuckles. “I’m glad they didn’t kill him, they can be a lot to handle.”

“He seems fine,” Janis shrugs. “Whose truck are we taking?”

“Oh, is that one in the driveway yours?” Emma says excitedly. Janis nods. “It’s nice!”

“We’ve been in Em’s all day,” Alyssa chuckles. “Probably best to take yours.”

“I call shotgun!” Cady yells, already tugging on her shoes and running downstairs.

“As if I’d let anyone else,” Janis mumbles affectionately under her breath.

————-

The waitstaff at IHOP look more than a little frightened at the size of their group, and especially at the crew in tracksuits.

“Ey, yo!” One of them calls. “Guys, come here! It’s that guy from the thing! That show!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Trent grumbles under his breath. “Why is it always that? I played Hamlet!”

They’re quickly escorted to a large table near the back, and Trent signs a few menus as a little gift to the now very excited waiters.

“Was Juilliard worth it?” He mutters to himself. Angie, who’s sat next to him, nudges him with an elbow to shut him up.

Janis and Emma both order for their girlfriends, and also order themselves the same meal of chicken and waffles. Dee Dee gets french toast, Angie gets an omelet, Trent gets some crepes, and Barry gets the most horrifically sweet looking pancakes anyone’s ever seen. Apparently they’re cupcake flavored.

Alyssa looks very content with her large Belgian waffle, and Cady seems delighted with her chocolate chip pancakes decorated with whipped cream to look like a face. It’s definitely from the children’s menu, but nobody says anything.

“So tell us about you guys,” Dee Dee says once their food gets delivered. She looks eagerly to her friends, as if to say, ‘Look how nice I can be when I want to.’ Barry claps quietly for her.

“What do you want to know?” Damian asks. Dee Dee puts her head in her hands, clearly not knowing how to continue. Trent takes over for her.

“How do you guys know each other?”

“Oh!” Damian says excitedly. “Janis and I have been friends, like, forever. We met in tap dance class when we were three.”

“And you knocked my fucking teeth out in that class when we were five,” Janis grumbles.

“By accident!” Damian defends amidst the giggles of their whole group. “I got really into it. Anyway, so we’ve been friends forever. And then little Caddy happened along in junior year, and we kind of kidnapped her for a while.”

“No, I needed to be kidnapped,” Cady laughs. “I was a total wreck. They actually sort of rescued me from the school bathroom at lunch.”

“You were eating in the bathroom?” Barry asks, sounding both empathetic and disgusted. “Oh, you poor sweet thing.”

“I was the new kid, y’know?” Cady shrugs. “Nobody wanted to eat with the dork from Africa.”

Angie chokes on a bite of her food, and Trent thumps her on the back. “From what now?”

“I’m from Kenya,” Cady giggles. “Well, technically I was born in Oregon. But I lived in Kenya for thirteen years.”

“Just, like, in the wilderness?” Barry asks in shock. “With the lions and tigers and… bears and stuff?”

Cady laughs out loud. “Pretty much. But there’s no tigers or bears.”

“But there were lions?” Trent insists.

“Oh, yeah,” Cady says like it’s entirely normal. “That’s mostly what we were studying. They were kind of my only friends.”

“And they never showed any interest in… consuming you?” Dee Dee asks worriedly. Cady laughs again.

“Lions are just big cats, you know, guys? As long as you’re careful and respect their boundaries they won’t hurt you,” she chuckles. “I got swiped at a few times when I was little, but I never needed more than fifteen stitches.”

“Fifteen?” Angie yelps.

“That is kind of a lot, Cades,” Emma chuckles. “I never had to get more than three as a kid.”

“Oh. Well, I was kind of asking for it, I was playing too rough,” Cady hums.

“With a lion,” Alyssa insists. “Do you have pictures?” Cady nods and passes over her phone for them to scroll through her camera roll.

“Anyway, please keep going,” Angie says, leaning across the table to try to see.

“That’s basically it,” Janis shrugs. “Until you get into the whole mess that happened junior year.”

Cady and Damian nod in agreement. The adults all look very excited at the prospect of some new drama. “Do tell.”

The art freaks all look to one another warily, wondering who should begin. Cady decides to after a second of back and forth.

“Well, um… I sat with these two on my first day,” she begins. “But then just before lunch ended I met these three girls. We called them the Plastics.”

“Why?” Angie asks curiously. Damian shows them all a photo. “Oh. I already don’t like this one.” Janis snorts quietly as she points to Regina.

“Anyway, they said I should sit with them, and Janis and Damian wanted me to so I could spy on them,” Cady says sheepishly. “They have some… personal history.”

“Oh?” Trent asks. Cady looks to Janis, this bit is her story to tell.

“Regina, the one in the middle, outed me in eighth grade,” Janis says. “Carved slurs into my locker, that kinda thing.”

“Oh, honey,” Barry says sadly. “That bitch.”

Janis chuckles weakly. “Yeah. The other two just kind of went along with it. They were just generally bitchy to everyone. But I didn’t have many friends because of her, and I went through a lot of counseling and stuff because of it. Spent some time in the hospital for… reasons, but that’s not… something we need to discuss right now.”

Everyone nods, respecting her privacy. Cady continues telling the story. “So, I pretended to join them and would kind of report back to Janis and Damian. I learned that they had this book, called the Burn Book, where they would write mean things about people from the yearbook and stuff. And at the same time I was crushing for a long time on this boy named Aaron, but he was Regina’s ex. She had dumped him earlier for another guy. And she was actually cheating on him with the other one.”

“Oh, can I tell this bit?” Janis asks. Cady nods and gestures for her to keep going. “So, around Halloween, Cady went to Aaron’s party, and I don’t know exactly what happened, but he basically got back together with Regina.”

“What kind of idiot-“ Trent begins, getting cut off by a stomp on the foot from Dee Dee.

“So poor Caddy came to my house,” Janis says, trying to keep down giggles at the memory. “Fucking slams my basement door open, but Dame and I were watching horror movies. Caddy was dressed as some corpse bride with a knife in her back and everything, and Damian screamed so loud, like, higher than I’ve ever heard. But she was crying, so we helped her and then came up with a revenge plot.”

Dee Dee suddenly looks very interested, leaning forwards slightly and resting her head on her folded hands.

“Caddy had these snack bars from Kenya, they’re… Swedish, I think?” Damian says. Cady nods. “They make you gain weight, like, really quickly. Regina was kind of obsessed with her weight and image and stuff, so we got Caddy to tell her they were actually a diet bar to help lose weight.”

“No,” Angie gasps. Everyone laughs at her reaction.

“Yeah,” Cady laughs. “I don’t think anything major happened until around Christmas. The Plastics did this dance every year at the winter talent show, and we had to wear these skimpy little Santa outfits. But Regina had already gained a fair bit of weight, so her skirt didn’t fit…”

“It fell off in the middle of the routine in front of everyone,” Janis cackles. Emma and Alyssa both look slightly scared of her. “Sorry. Personal vindication. But yeah, that was kind of the beginning of the end for her. Cady kind of… got lost in it, by that point. It was hard to tell if she was pretending or not.”

Cady looks down at her lap in shame, so Janis takes her hand under the table and kisses the side of her head a few times to comfort her. Damian keeps going with the story.

“So, Caddy basically overthrew Regina as Queen Bee of the school. She threw a little party and didn’t invite us or Regina, so she kind of was attacking both fronts. We got pretty mad and stopped associating with her, and Regina was obviously furious,” he says. “And so as revenge for that, Regina photocopied the Burn Book and spread all the pages around the school. I saw, like, seven fights before first period even started that day.”

“But didn’t they know that she had written it?” Trent asks.

“That’s the thing, she put herself in it,” Janis adds, now holding Cady on her lap. “So nobody suspected her. She went to the principal and blamed Gretchen and Karen, they’re the other two, and Cady.”

“I don’t like this story,” Barry whines. “Tell me something good happens.”

“Oh, just wait,” Janis chuckles darkly. “There was an assembly called that day, and they tried to make us apologize to each other and do trust exercises or something like that. I kind of went rogue and only apologized to myself and rallied the rest of the girls in our grade.”

“Go Janis,” Angie says, sounding impressed. “Stick it to the man.”

“Thanks,” Janis laughs. “But it only lasted a few minutes.”

“Damn it,” Barry groans. “What happened?”

“Regina got hit by a bus,” Cady says. Angie spits her mouthful of lemonade over Trent.

“She what?”

“Yeah,” Cady laughs. “So, that time kind of sucked for both of us. She was in the hospital recovering, and everyone was saying that I pushed her in front of it or that she jumped in front of it on purpose because of me.”

“She didn’t die?” Dee Dee clarifies. Everyone is more than a little concerned at the disappointment in her voice.

“No,” Cady chuckles. “Well, she died for, like, fifteen seconds, but she was resuscitated and she’s fine now.”

“And did you push her?” Barry asks. “We’re all friends here, you can tell us.”

“No!” Cady huffs. “I may have been a raging bitch, but I’m not an attempted murderer.”

“You didn’t feed anyone to a lion back in Kenya?” Janis teases gently.

“I’ll do it to you if you’re not careful,” Cady retaliates with a laugh. “Where did we leave off?”

“Regina got hit by a bus and you didn’t push her,” Trent says helpfully, still dabbing some lemonade out of his sweater with a wad of napkins.

“Oh,” Damian says. “Okay, so, I don’t… totally remember what happened in between that and Spring Fling, but it’s really not important.”

“I was suspended for the Book, that’s kind of it,” Cady says, gesturing for him to continue.

“Oh, yeah! Anyway, Spring Fling at our school is basically prom but for underclassmen, prom is just for the seniors. Jan and I were each other’s dates, she decorated our outfits and stuff, we looked killer if I do say so myself.”

Janis rolls her eyes lovingly and whacks him with an elbow.

“And Caddy was banned, so she wasn’t supposed to be there, but she showed up towards the end with the Mathletes,” Damian continues. “And she had been nominated for queen, and she won. So she went up on stage and gave the most beautiful speech I’ve ever heard and broke her crown, and we all got a piece. So now we’re all friends and life is good.”

“Nice ending, Dame,” Janis laughs. “Hasty conclusions. But that it is basically how it happened.”

Everyone blinks at them. Trent says, “That was like being in a war zone. Just one bombshell after another.”

“It kinda was, our math teacher got stabbed in the leg at one point,” Cady hums. “Anyway, what’s your guys’ story? If you want to share.”

“Oh, yeah, I’d like to know more,” Damian says. “Jan and I really only know the bare bones. What was in the news, and stuff.”

“You guys can start,” Emma says, pulling a face as Alyssa gently dabs some syrup off her lip. Alyssa giggles when Emma tries to bite her hand and kisses Emma’s cheek.

“Ooh, okay!” Barry says eagerly. “We were in a show. Well, Dee Dee and I. We were in a delightful little show called Eleanor.”

“As in…” Janis says confusedly.

“Eleanor Roosevelt,” Dee Dee explains. She seems surprised when the kids all nod in understanding. “You’ve heard of her?”

“Yeah?” Cady says, tilting her head. “She’s one of the most famous first ladies of all time, we learned about her in our history class.”

“Not nearly enough,” Janis grumbles. “Gotta make time for the men.”

“Amen sister,” Angie huffs.

“Really…” Dee Dee hums interestedly. “Anyway, it was… not a success. Poor advance sales, and then…”

“We bombed opening night,” Barry grumbles. “Apparently. But it wasn’t the show, it was… it was us. The media panned us as aging narcissists and we had to close.”

“On opening night?” Damian gasps in horror. Dee Dee and Barry both nod sadly.

“Regretfully, yes. So, we had to try to change the narrative,” Dee Dee says. “We decided to find a good cause and do something. So we were going to build houses for Habitat for Humanity.”

“But Barry has a bad back,” Trent pipes up. “So then we thought about, like, recycling or fixing poverty or world hunger.”

“But that was all too much for us to handle,” Angie says. “So I went on Twitter and found-”

“Me!” Emma says. “Apparently that all happened on the same night as the first assembly where the PTA cancelled prom in the first place. I guess we were trending.”

“And they only cancelled it because you two wanted to go together?” Janis asks sadly.

“Yep. Well, nobody knew about Alyssa, but they cancelled it because they knew I wanted to bring my girlfriend,” Emma explains.

“Those bitches,” Janis grumbles. “Sorry.”

“Believe me, we get it,” Emma laughs. “But my bit of the story isn’t quite here yet.”

“Oh, yes!” Dee Dee realizes. “So, we decided to help Emma, but we were completely out of funds and had no way to get all the way to Indiana from New York.”

“But I had just booked a non-equity tour of Godspell,” Trent half-brags. The other half seems rather depressed at that statement. “So we came on the tour bus.”

“Can I start our part?” Alyssa asks. Emma nods and squeezes her hand under the table. “So, they obviously gave no indication that they were coming. Emma and Principal Hawkins had gone to the State’s Attorney by that point and put some legal pressure on the PTA, so we had another assembly to discuss options.”

“We?” Damian asks.

“Oh, my mom was the head of the PTA,” Alyssa says casually. Damian chokes on his drink and Janis nearly drops Cady on the ground.

“Your mom cancelled your prom?” Janis asks in shock. Alyssa nods sadly. “Oh, because you… she didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

“It was what it was. She knows now,” Alyssa hums. “Anyway, I was there to speak for student council. I was mid-sentence, and then they come barreling into the gym with signs and yelling at everyone.”

“Educating everyone,” Barry corrects. “Loudly and with signs.”

“Right, educating. Sorry,” Alyssa laughs. “So my mom totally loses her shit. It’s chaos. I think Trent had a cowbell at some point?”

Trent reaches into a messenger bag next to him and pulls out a cowbell, resting it on the table with a quiet thunk.

“You just keep that with you?” Janis chuckles.

“For emergencies,” Trent explains. “You’d be surprised.”

Janis tries to think of what emergencies she’s faced that would either be helped or solved with the addition of a cowbell, and surprisingly, she can think of a few.

“Of course he keeps it all the time,” Emma chuckles. “I don’t remember… most of what happened that time. But after a few days they announced that the prom was back on.”

“Because of you?” Damian asks, looking to the stars.

“No,” they all say at the same time Emma says, “I think so.”

Everyone looks her way. “I told you this at the time, but you guys really scared people! I think you at least had a part.”

“How sweet,” Dee Dee says. “Let’s say we had an ensemble part in getting it back on.”

That gets a chuckle from everyone at the table, before Barry continues with the story.

“I, obviously, had to take Emma shopping,” he says. “She only had one dress and it was… a travesty would be an understatement.”

“I’m honestly not sure where it came from,” Emma chuckles. “Just think Little House on the Prarie but somehow so much worse.”

“So we went to the mall, and found this lovely blue dress and some good shoes,” Barry says. Emma looks like she would disagree with his choice of adjectives, but nods. “Did her hair and makeup all fancy, and bought her a corsage.”

“Aww,” Cady coos. “How sweet.”

“That part was fun,” Emma agrees fondly. “But…”

“When we got there,” Barry says. “Poor thing was so excited, but it was-it was just-“

Dee Dee continues for him, as Barry gets too emotional to keep going. “It was totally empty. Barry took Emma into the gym, and it was just horrific. There were barely any decorations, and they were just thrown up. I would be stunned if they spent more than ten dollars on the whole thing.”

“Oh god,” Damian says sadly. “I heard it was a fake, but I didn’t know it was that bad.”

“It sucked,” Emma chuckles sardonically, trying not to get too heavy in the middle of an IHOP. “More than anything. I didn’t care about the decorations, I just… it was so lonely, you know? I realized then that so many people I thought cared about me just didn’t. So many people I thought were my friends, weren’t. I had never felt more alone.”

“It sounds awful,” Janis says.

“It was,” Emma mumbles. Alyssa takes her hand under the table and gives it a gentle squeeze. Emma looks up and gives her a sad but grateful grin.

“I was at the… other prom. The real one,” Alyssa continues, seeming ashamed. “I had no idea what they had done, everyone on student council and the PTA hid it from me too. Some of my friends had seen us together and realized I was the ‘secret girlfriend’ and were trying to break us up.”

“Which worked,” Emma admits sadly. “I called her to try to get her to come to my own personal prom so I could at least have her there, but her mom was at the real one with her and she couldn’t leave. And I just sort of… lost it. I hung up and we didn’t talk again for a week.”

“I never blamed you for that,” Alyssa murmurs gently. “You were still trying to process everything and I just added to it.”

“No, you didn’t,” Emma insists. “We can talk more later. Anyway. I ran out, obviously. And Angie actually came after me, which was nice. She just let me cry and didn’t make me do anything. Helped me get my makeup off and stuff. She even slept on my bedroom floor in case I needed something. It was kind of like having a mom there, which I really needed.”

“How fucking old-“ Angie begins, but Trent claps a hand over her mouth. Emma laughs and continues.

“And then the rest of them came by the next day even though I yelled at them,” she says.

“With ice cream!” Barry butts in. “That’s an important detail.”

“Oh yeah, they brought me Häagen Dazs,” Emma laughs. “It was cute. Especially because they thought I wouldn’t know what it was.”

“Can you blame us? You live in the most yeehaw hick town in Indiana,” Trent says. “And that’s saying something.”

“It’s not that bad,” Emma tuts. “Anyway, they brought ice cream and were trying to convince me to do something to bring more attention to what was happening. Dee Dee actually got me on a talk show at one point, but I knew I would never be able to do something like that.”

“You still owe me a house,” Dee Dee grumbles under her breath. “But what she wound up doing was much better anyway.”

“The song?” Damian asks. Emma nods.

“I had it sort of in my head for a while, and I managed to piece it together in about a week,” she replies. “I was terrified, but it was just an overnight thing. I woke up the next day and it already had two million views.”

Alyssa squeezes her hand with a proud smile. “Half of them were me.”

“The other half were Damian,” Janis chuckles. “He made me watch it at lunch one day and we both watched it so many times we knew all the words by the next day.”

“Aww,” Emma says. “You guys are so sweet.”

“We try,” Janis and Damian say at the same time, locking eyes and glaring at each other once they notice. Cady giggles at their antics.

“Anyway,” Emma laughs. “I wasn’t expecting even that many, but people just kept watching, and then I started getting all these comments on it that were so precious. All these other queer kids all over the world sharing their stories too. Eventually it got back to Principal Hawkins and all of them, and they helped figure out how to set up an inclusive prom. And funded it, which was very helpful.”

“Yeah, helpful,” Dee Dee grumbles under her breath.

“Once we saw where the money was going it was so worth it,” Barry says, gently kicking Dee Dee under the table. “It was beautiful.”

“It really was,” Emma agrees. “But god, it took forever to set up.”

“God, yeah,” Alyssa says. “Oh, and we got back together, like, as we were setting everything up, we forgot to mention that.”

“Oh yeah,” Emma says. “Her mom came when she heard what we were doing in the gym because we never got PTA approval-“

“So she was mad,” Alyssa butts in.

“Very mad,” Emma chuckles. “But you came with her and told her to stop talking, which was both hilarious and terrifying. And then you told me you loved me in front of everyone. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.”

“Me either,” Alyssa says quietly.

“Aww,” Cady says, even though she’s heard the whole story before. It’s always a good one to repeat. “How sweet.”

“So after that whole thing we finished setting everything up,” Emma continues, smiling at her girlfriend. “And it was beautiful, even I was impressed.”

“You looked so happy when everyone started showing up,” Alyssa says fondly. “I was so proud of you. I still am. You gave so many people an incredible night they wouldn’t have had without you.”

Emma flushes slightly and looks down at her lap. Alyssa squishes her cheeks in her hand to get her to look back up.

“It really was an incredible night,” she says. “And we finally got to dance together, I think that was my favorite part.”

“That was good,” Alyssa nods. “But you’re a terrible dancer.”

“Hey! Just because I didn’t take dance classes for years,” Emma pouts.

“Oh, hush, I’m joking,” Alyssa says, kissing Emma’s cheek.

“You missed,” Emma continues pouting. Alyssa frowns in confusion and kisses her cheek again, but in a different spot. “You missed.”

Alyssa gives her a chaste kiss on the lips this time, and Emma finally smiles. Alyssa rolls her eyes lovingly. “You’re such a dork, goodness gracious.”

“You guys are almost as cute as Caddy and Janis,” Damian says, trying to snap them out of it and get them to remember the presence of the group.

“Almost?” Alyssa says, her competitive side making a slight appearance. “I think you’re biased.”

“Oh, definitely,” Damian agrees. “We don’t really have any unbiased judges though.”

“True. We’ll say it’s a truce for now,” Alyssa says. “Are we all done? I need to get up for a bit. I’m stuffed.”

“I think so,” Cady says, looking around at all the empty plates around. “We could go to the beach for the sunset, if you guys want. It’s not too far a drive.”

“Ooh, yes please,” Emma says excitedly. The adults play rock paper scissors to work out payment, and Dee Dee grumbles under her breath when she loses.

“Hungry kids. Why are pancakes so expensive?”

————-

“Oh, guys, look!” Damian says, pointing to a window of a thrift shop nearby. “We could go try on dresses!”

“We?” Janis chuckles, carrying Cady on her back. “You gonna get into a ballgown, D?”

“Why not?” Damian asks. “I have the figure for it, shut up.”

“I thought we were going to the beach,” Angie says.

“We can do both,” Barry says, seeming strangely excited. “Wear dresses to the beach.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Cady says eagerly, squeezing her legs together a bit to get Janis to go in, as if she’s riding a pony. “Please?”

“I am not paying,” Dee Dee says immediately. Everyone else nods, that’s only fair.

“Fine, fine. Come along,” Trent says, leading them into the shop as their gaggle of children follow like ducklings.

—-

The employees look a bit concerned as all nine of them parade to the discounted gown section and start looking for ones in their sizes. Damian finds his first, a royal purple gown with a high neck and a slit that would reach about to his knee. He takes it off the rack and heads over to the changing room, rapidly followed by Barry with his silver gown.

“How did-“ Emma stutters. “I guess they knew what they were looking for.”

Angie helps Trent find one that would fit him, an emerald green dress with long sleeves and a nice v-neck collar. He shrugs and follows Barry and Damian. Angie then moves on to find one of her own, and picks out a sleek black dress made of lace and with a shorter skirt, about to the knee. Dee Dee follows with one she seems to have grabbed at random, a nice yellow gown complete with a cape.

Alyssa picks a pink dress with a longer train, since she wore a short dress to both of her real proms and wants to experiment a little. Cady picks a yellow one, with longer sleeves and a bow in the back. The skirt is short, which makes her a little nervous, but she decides to give it a go.

Janis and Emma both look a bit lost, staring aimlessly at the racks and flicking through them weakly.

“Jayjay, try this one,” Cady says, offering a long, red, short-sleeved gown that looks like it would have a rather tight fit. Maybe Cady has some selfish motivations here, but she’ll never admit it. Janis raises a slightly suspicious eyebrow, but takes the dress and hauls her girlfriend off to the changing rooms.

“They all look so itchy,” Emma shudders slightly. Alyssa laughs and takes one of her hands.

“If you got one made of something like this it wouldn’t be too bad,” she says, showing Emma one made of an almost satin-like material. “And it’ll only be a couple hours at most. We’re going to the beach, sand is itchy anyway.”

“True,” Emma agrees with a little nod. “I like this one.”

“So try it,” Alyssa chuckles as Emma grabs an amethyst colored ballgown with a big poofy skirt. “Come on.”

Most of their group is waiting outside the rooms, clad in their ill fitting gowns. Trent’s is a bit too big, Barry’s is missing some sequins, and Angie’s has a small hole in the sleeve, but none of them complain.

Cady and Janis open the curtains to their respective rooms, revealing their dresses to one another. Janis is somehow not tall enough to fill her dress out, which makes her look a bit like Morticia Addams, but she doesn’t mind. Cady’s is almost perfect, but the skirt clings to her legs in an odd way.

“You look nice!” Cady says, gently adjusting Janis’ sleeve as Janis tugs at her collar.

“It’s a bit tight,” Janis says, sounding rather choked.

“I can fix that once we buy it,” Barry says, looking at himself in the mirror. Everyone looks at him in concern. “What? I have a stitch kit, I’ll just cut the collar off it.”

“Oh,” everyone says. Alyssa and Emma exit the changing rooms then, prompting coos from everyone.

“Emmy, you look beautiful!” Alyssa says, pulling her girlfriend into a hug. “The color really suits you.”

“Does it?” Emma says, sarcastically striking a pose. “It feels very… purple.”

“I like purple,” Alyssa hums, adjusting Emma’s skirt.

“You look really nice,” Emma replies, looking at Alyssa’s long dress. Hers is the closest to fitting correctly out of everyone’s.

“Thanks!” Alyssa says, putting her hands on her hips and popping out a knee. Emma laughs and kisses her gently.

“Okay, let’s go!” Angie says happily, having been taking pictures of everyone like a proud mom taking photos for her Facebook. Angie, Trent, and Barry split the cost among them, and they unleash their prom-ready selves onto the public.

—————-

“So you guys just graduated, right?” Alyssa asks, strolling down the shore holding hands with Emma. Cady and Janis are also hand in hand walking next to them.

“Yep!” Cady chirps.

“So you must’ve just had your senior prom too, what was yours like?”

“It was so fun! Damian took me shopping and I had the most beautiful dress,” Cady replies eagerly. “And Janis had a suit to match and it was… she looked… so hot.”

“Ooh,” Emma teases. “Scandalous.”

“Hey,” Cady says. “I’m allowed to think she’s hot.”

“Fair enough,” Emma shrugs.

“What about you guys, how are you handling your post-prom fame?” Janis jokes.

“Pretty well,” Emma chuckles. “Or at least I think we are.”

“You certainly are,” Alyssa murmurs.

“Oh yeah, aren’t you starting a nonprofit or something?” Cady asks.

“Wait, what?” Janis asks.

“I’m trying,” Emma laughs again. “Lyss’ mom is actually helping me. And trying to start a charity looks, like, super good on college applications, so that’s nice.”

“I thought your mom started this whole fiasco,” Janis says confusedly.

“Oh, she did,” Alyssa confirms. “But she’s cool with the gays now. She had a lot of questions and stuff, and she’s still having to work pretty hard at it. Changing opinions and thought patterns that were instilled in you from

childhood is tough. But she’s trying.”

“Yeah, she came to pride with us this year,” Emma says. “It was cute, she had a rainbow pantsuit and everything.”

“Go mom,” Janis chuckles. “I’m glad she turned things around.”

“Me too,” Alyssa murmurs quietly.

“Me three,” Emma says, squeezing her hand.

“So what’s this charity you’re getting going?” Cady asks.

“It’s called the Unruly Hearts Foundation,” Emma explains. “It’s a nonprofit that takes donations and stuff to throw other inclusive events around the country. Create safe spaces. And we also donate a fair bit to LGBTQ+ shelters and stuff, too.”

“That’s awesome,” Janis says. “I’m broke but I’ll donate a bit once I get my commissions business going.”

“Thanks, Janis,” Emma chuckles. “You know, we could use some branding. A logo, stuff for our website. If you’re interest-“

“Yes,” Janis interrupts. “I’m interested. Please.”

“Groovy,” Emma laughs. “I’ll be in touch, get Cady to give you my number.”

“You say groovy too?!” Damian asks eagerly as he makes an appearance. “These two always make fun of me for it.”

“Hell yeah I say groovy,” Emma says, giving Damian a fist bump. “Sometimes it’s the only word that fits the vibes, you know?”

“Yes!” Damian says. “See? Emma gets it.”

“I think ‘tits’ is pretty versatile,” Janis says. “You kind of look like Ursula, by the way, Dame.”

“Thanks,” Damian says, swishing his purple skirt around. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

“It was,” Janis huffs. “As if I’d ever insult you.”

“You called me a ‘fucking deplorable kneecap’ on the way here,” Damian retaliates. Emma and Alyssa rode separately and burst out laughing.

“And now I have grown as a person. Developed myself.”

“It was ten minutes ago!”

“And? I’m not the same me I was two minutes ago, let alone ten,” Janis defends.

“Thank god,” Damian grumbles jokingly.

“Hey!” Janis says, breaking away from Cady and running after him. Damian shrieks and holds up his skirts to run away.

“Do we need to intervene here, Cades?” Emma asks with a slight chuckle as Damian and Janis sprint up and down the shoreline in a sort of oval.

“Nah,” Cady shrugs. “They do stuff like this about once a week. Janis knows she needs him, she won’t actually do anything.”

Just as she says that, Damian takes a hard left and runs full tilt into the lake. Janis pauses for a second before shrugging and running after him.

“Or maybe she will.”

“That water must be cold,” Alyssa chuckles in concern.

“Let’s find out!” Emma says boldly, tightening her grip on Alyssa’s hand and running them towards the water as well. Alyssa shrieks as they leap into the lake with a splash. Cady realizes she’s alone and also runs in, managing a cannonball into the water.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Barry yells, walking up on a sort of puddle of teenagers in soaking wet dresses.

“They’re being kids, let them live,” Dee Dee says. “Unrelated, can you swim?”

“Yeah, wh- don’t you dare,” Barry says, turning to face her.

“Oh, I would never,” Dee Dee says, aghast at the mere suggestion. Trent then comes sprinting up and tackles Barry into the lake. “But he would.”

Angie cackles and high fives her. Dee Dee crosses her arms over her chest and smiles down as Barry pops back up with a splutter.

“Dee Dee Allen!” Barry demands. “Get your ass in here.”

“No, I don’t think I will, thank you,” Dee Dee says casually, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet.

“Oh come on,” Angie coaxes. “It’s only fair.”

“I didn’t push him!”

“You had a role.”

Dee Dee ponders this for a moment before she begrudgingly reaches to take Angie’s hand, and they leap in together.

“Yay!” Emma cheers, delighted that all her friends made it into the lake one way or another. Some of them are significantly less happy about this, but everyone is laughing eventually.

“Hey, Caddy,” Janis says. She swims over to her girlfriend and kisses her gently, before booping her nose. “Tag. You’re it.”

Cady laughs as Janis swims away as fast as she can, rapidly followed by the rest of the group. Cady swims around for a second while she ponders her options to decide who to go after. Emma is a strong swimmer, being on her high school swim team and all. Alyssa is okay, but a bit weaker.

Barry seems to be the slowest, and gives her the best chance of success. He looks very anxious as Cady stares him down before lunging for him. He shrieks as Cady manages to snag his skirt and tap his arm under the water before she backstrokes away.

“Damn it,” he puffs. “I’m having elementary school flashbacks.”

“Better than middle school flashbacks,” Angie calls.

“Amen,” Janis says. She screams as Barry goes for her and swims away, huddling behind Damian for protection.

“Hey!” Damian whines, swimming away from her and creating a sort of three-way chase. Janis quickly gives up on Damian’s protection and swims to Cady instead.

“Protect me,” she pleads. Cady smiles as Janis hides behind her, peeking over her shoulder to check where the threat is.

“You’re so cute.”

“No I’m not,” Janis pouts. “I’m being stealthy.”

“Uhhuh,” Cady says as Janis clings to her like a precious little octopus. “If you get me tagged again I’m breaking up with you.”

“That’s fair,” Janis agrees with a shrug. Alyssa suddenly gives a shriek as Barry taps her leg under the water. “Uh oh.”

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After an hour or so of tag, the sun begins to set for the day. The water temperature plummets and everyone swims to shore to watch the sky be painted beautiful shades of pink and orange and purple. The adults and Damian head back to the car to go hunt for towels and dry clothes somewhere.

But Cady, Janis, Emma and Alyssa stay behind, deciding they don’t mind so much if they’re in heavy, cold dresses and getting covered in itchy sand. Cady holds Janis on her lap and Alyssa has Emma in hers, all of them staring out over the expanse of the water before them together.

“You guys should visit more often,” Cady says quietly as the first stars begin to make an appearance.

“Absolutely,” Alyssa says, looking down at her girlfriend. “This was an awesome day.”

“And we’ll have more,” Emma says.

Together.

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thank you so much for reading! hope you enjoyed!

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nugnthopkns · 3 years ago

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dance me to the end of love (iv)

word count: 4.1k

warnings: fem!oc, cursing, alcohol consumption

series masterpost: here

a/n: my apologies for the delay!! life got crazy for a bit but i'm back with my two favourite idiot intellectuals

Magdalene stays busy to keep the loneliness at bay.

All of her friends have left Denver, doing whatever it is that hockey players and their partners do in the off-season. She never expected them to stay to keep her company, and would certainly never ask. Besides, they were all so excited to go home and visit family. How could she disrupt their happiness just so she wouldn’t feel so alone? It isn’t her fault that Ryan, Bette, and company aren’t estranged from their families like she is. At twenty-five she should be a little more self sufficient than what she currently is, but Magdalene is working hard at being kinder to herself.

To combat the pervasive loneliness Magdalene spends a lot of time in the heart of downtown Denver. Under normal circumstances she would hate the crowds, but now they comfort her. The swaths of tourists walking the streets and approaching her to take family photos make her feel like a part of something bigger than the pity she finds herself wallowing in often. Barn Owl Books also becomes a frequent retreat when she has downtime, and the owners enjoy when she brings Caligula around. Other patrons adore the white cat and he loves the attention.

One day as she’s leaving work, once again offering to stay late so June doesn’t have to, Magdalene’s phone rings. She contemplates not picking it up, wanting nothing more than to curl into bed with the novel she picked up at Barn Owl the other day, but she knows it must be important. No one ever calls her around this time unless it’s absolutely necessary. Digging the phone out of her pocket, she sees the number of her building superintendent Paul flashing on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Miss Stevenson?” he asks, voice tinged with the toughness that comes with dealing with upset renters on a regular basis.

Magdalene chuckles at the formality, pointing out he hasn’t called her by her last name since she moved in five years ago. “Yeah Paul, it’s me. What’s up?”

There’s the crackle of static on the phone line as the man clears his throat. “So, uh, some bad news.” Magdalene’s stomach twists into an intricate knot. She knows she paid rent on time and can’t think of another reason he’d call her. “A sprinkler main on the floor above yours burst about an hour ago, and it’s pretty bad. Your place definitely got hit the hardest because it’s directly under where the pipe burst. You’re going to have to move out for at least two months while we gut the place and start from scratch. How quickly can you come and get the things that are salvageable from your apartment?”

“Fuck.” This is the worst news Magdalene has ever received. “I can be there in fifteen minutes,” she panics, “But Paul, you’ve gotta go inside and check on my cat. He’s going to be freaking out.”

Paul agrees to visit Caligula after some prodding, and Magdalene drives much faster than she ever has before through the neighbourhood. It’s far from reckless, but she knows that it isn’t the safest course of action. A police officer stops her about three minutes from her final destination but lets Magdalene go after she explains the situation as calmly as possible.

Other tenants affected by the flood are already moving boxes down the stairs when Magdalene pulls up. Everyone is understandably grief stricken, but she can’t find it in herself to console them like she would under normal circumstances. All Magdalene cares about is making sure Caligula is okay. She sprints up the four flights of stairs and doesn’t even break a sweat, adrenaline flooding her veins. Her apartment door is ajar, most likely from Paul entering a few minutes ago, and she flings it open with more force than probably needed. It swings back violently on its hinges and makes a spectacular crash when it hits the wall.

“Caligula?”

“He’s in the bathroom,” Paul sighs. “I can’t get him out of the tub but he’s still breathing. Is he not scared of water?”

Magdalene lets out a breath of relief she didn’t know she was holding in. She treads deeper into the apartment, casually assessing the damage, before reaching the room in question. There, pressed against the far corner of the tub, is the fluffy white cat that Magdalene’s heart beats for most days. Paul is there too, leaning against the sink and shaking his head.

“Thank you,” Magdalene says sincerely. “I’ve got it from here.”

The superintendent exits the unit with a solemn goodbye and heads to the lobby, no doubt going to direct traffic flow and answer questions. It takes a few minutes but Magdalene coaxes the cat out of the tub and into her arms. She holds him tightly and whispers words of praise, knowing it will help to calm them both down. After an uncounted amount of minutes Magdalene moves them into the bedroom, that looks surprisingly intact upon first glance, and changes out of her work clothes and into something more suitable for rummaging around her destroyed home. Caligula climbs up her body and settles gingerly into the hood on her sweatshirt. She starts in the bedroom, and finds that the only thing that’s actually salvageable is the clothes in her closet. Grabbing the suitcase from the top shelf, Magdalene shoves everything inside of it and wheels it into the living room.

She spends the next few hours going through every room in a meticulous manner, desperate to keep relics from her life in Denver. The water did a number on her space and destroyed almost everything. All the furniture is a write-off, and most of her books and records are ruined. Two things that withstood the damage are faux marble busts of Augustus and Marcus Aurelius, which Magdalene packs into one of the boxes Paul dropped off. Everything else fits in three other boxes and they’re tucked into the trunk of her car before the sun sets. Paul insists that the demolition company will get rid of everything else and ensures her she won’t have to pay rent while the construction is going on. It isn’t much of a consultation, considering that Magdalene has no idea where she’ll be staying, but she thanks him anyways as she makes the final trip to her car with Caligula.

Once inside, Magdalene breaks down. She has no idea what to do – no one is in Denver to help her out and she can’t afford to stay in a hotel for however many months this is going to take to fix. Tyson and Bette will be back in just over a month, but Magdalene doesn’t want to bother them or guilt them into coming back early. She cries in the driver’s seat of her car for a while, Caligula on her lap and doing his best to lick up the tears streaming down her cheeks. Not knowing what else to do, she dials Ryan’s number. Though they haven’t been talking as frequently due to the time difference and Magdalene’s insistence he enjoys his time with family, she knows he’ll pick up and listen intently. He’ll also hopefully talk her down from the imaginary ledge she’s found herself on.

He picks up on the second ring. “How’s my favourite girl?” Ryan asks, and Magdalene can hear the smile in his voice. The combination of his voice and the words spoken has her choking on another sob. “Hey, hey, breathe.” Concern is now the primary emotion expressed through the phone line. “Mags, what’s the matter?”

It takes her a few seconds and multiple pads of Caligula’s paws into her stomach for Magdalene to calm down, but she eventually tells Ryan what happened. He listens just as she thought he would, and keeps her breathing steady with his voice. She cries a bit more before running out of tears, but Ryan keeps her focussed on anything but the shitty circumstance she’s found herself victim to – detailing how he skated with Nate earlier in the day and just how many times his teammate kicked his ass. Hearing the mundane story helps more than Magdalene thought it would, and when Ryan asks her where she’s going to stay she responds with a relatively strong voice.

“I’m just going to sleep in my car.”

“Fuck no you aren’t.” The certainty in which Ryan utters the words takes Magdalene by surprise. For someone so far away, he has a lot of opinions on what she should be doing.

She sighs. “There isn’t another option Ry. I can’t afford a hotel for the months my apartment is going to be out of commission and there’s no point in renting another place.”

“Stay with me.”

A series of flabbergasted noises come out of Magdalene’s dropped jaw, but she can’t form any words. Ryan continues, “Think about Caligula. Being cramped in a car isn’t going to be good for him. Or for you. I have an extra bedroom you can call your own for as long as you need. Please Mags.”

Truthfully, it’s the best she’s going to get. Bette and Tyson offered to house a couple of rookies this season, meaning their spare rooms are filled, and there’s no one else she’s close enough with to think about asking. “I don’t want to intrude,” she sighs, but it isn’t a very convincing deflection.

“I want you there,” Ryan insists, “And little boots too.”

It takes them a while to work out the logistics, but Ryan makes a couple of calls and lets the doorman of his building know Magdalene is moving in. He also books a flight for the next day, and ensures her that he’s more than ready to come back to Colorado. They talk for a few more minutes, and in that time she gets directions to her temporary home. Once Ryan hangs up with well wishes and a see-you-soon, Magdalene looks in her rear-view mirror and sets out for a part of Denver she never thought she’d live in.

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When Magdalene calls Bette to fill her in on what’s been going on while on the way to pick Ryan up from the airport, the blonde is taken aback by the surplus of information. “Hold on,” she breathes, “Ryan’s coming back to Denver?”

“What part of ‘I’m on my way to the airport to pick up Ryan’ was confusing?” Magdalene laughs.

Her friend doesn’t find the jest funny. “Fuck off.” The comment only increases Magdalene’s laughter, but Bette forges on with the conversation. “Can you recap the events that led to Ryan leaving home nearly three weeks early?”

Magdalene indulges her friend, explaining for what feels like the hundredth time that her apartment was destroyed in a flood and that Ryan offered her his spare bedroom and that he was coming home so she wouldn’t be alone in the unfamiliar environment. Bette listens in silence, and Magdalene imagines she has a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. She’s made quite a few comments about how friendly the two of them seem, but Magdalene does her best to shrug them off. Ryan can just be her friend, a great one even, without Bette projecting her need to have her best friend to have an identical lifestyle to her. Even if she’s right, and Magdalene does want there to be something more between her and Ryan.

“Hold the phone.” Magdalene hears Tyson shout, no doubt getting closer to his girlfriend so he can join in on the conversation. “Gravy’s letting you stay at his place?”

“Yeah…” she trails off, unsure about what wasn’t clear this time.

Tyson hums as though he’s an old-school anthropologist who just made an astute observation about the group they’re studying. “Interesting.”

“How so?”

“Well for starters, he barely lets us hang out at his place,” Tyson explains. “I think I’ve been there maybe twice. So that’s new. Is Caligula staying with you?”

Magdalene is completely confused. “Why wouldn’t he be? He’s my cat.”

“How does Gravy feel about it?”

“What the fuck are you getting at Tys?” Magdalene asks, but there’s a bite to the question. She’s tired of the impromptu interrogation he’s providing. “Because Ryan was excited to have him around. Last night I sent him a video of little boots prancing around the condo like he owned the place and he thought it was hilarious.”

Bette, who had been silent for several minutes, gasps loudly. Tyson laughs, but Magdalene can tell it’s riddled with disbelief. “Mags,” he says gently, though with more than enough teasing laced in, “Gravy isn’t a big pet guy.”

The comment hits Magdalene like a tonne of bricks. What is she supposed to do with that information? There’s only ten more minutes until she gets to the airport, and she needs time to push Tyson’s comment to the back of her brain and collect herself. Magdalene gives a rushed farewell before hanging up the phone and checking her rearview mirror and blindspots. The radio filters back through the car speakers, but she doesn’t hear it, too caught up in what Ryan allowing Caligula to share his space means. There’s little traffic on the off-ramp and before she knows it Magdalene is pulling into a parking space and killing the engine.

She grabs the messily scribbled welcome home banner from the back seat before locking the doors and heading inside to the arrivals section. The inside of the airport looks similar to the empty parking lot – it’s a Tuesday after all. Only a few others wait with her for the plane, and many chat idly amongst themselves. Magdalene stays off to the side in an attempt to not get sucked into a conversation about the upcoming thunderstorm. Passengers slowly trickle through the open door, and Ryan is easy to spot. He towers above everyone and is carrying a rather large bag of hockey equipment. Magdalene smiles at the sight of him, unable to help herself. It’s been nearly a month and a half since she’s seen him and being apart for that long is something she never wants to do again.

“Hi,” she breathes as he approaches, waving awkwardly while she speaks. It’s as though she hasn’t spent countless hours talking with him about every possible topic her mind could dream up.

Ryan doesn’t feel the tension, or if he does he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he wraps her in a tight hug that lasts a touch longer than one with just a friend should, especially in public. Magdalene tries hard not to melt into his side but it’s nearly impossible – Ryan has a magnetic pull that tugs on her heartstrings and makes her insides feel fuzzy. Others bustling around the terminal start to give them strange looks, and it’s only then that Ryan clears his throat and untangles his arms from Magdalene’s waist.

He smiles down at the strong-willed brunette with kind eyes and shoulders his bag once more. “Let’s go home.”

☼☼☼☼

It takes a few days to settle into a routine, but once they do it’s glorious. Training camp doesn’t start for another three weeks, so Ryan spends his day doing light workouts and chilling with Caligula while Magdalene is at work. Once she gets home they make dinner and watch West Wing reruns on the cable network Ryan didn’t know he was even paying for. Their lives fit together seamlessly and it surprises Magdalene just how much she missed having a roommate – Bette moved out after their sophomore year of college, and it’s been just her and Caligula ever since. Though the personal space is nice, she likes being able to hear Ryan laugh at the meme she just sent or knocking on his door in the middle of night to ask if he wants ice cream.

Magdalene wakes up one Saturday to complete silence. It’s unsettling considering she hasn’t heard that since adopting her pet – Caligula sleeps next to her head and breathes loud enough that she’ll never have to buy a white noise machine. She notices her door is slightly ajar and hears soft noises coming from the living room. Ryan must be taking a day off, Magdalene notes, because he’s typically out of the house by seven and it’s currently five minutes past eight. She rolls out of bed and stumbles into the ensuite, brushing the tangles out of her hair and washing her face.

Not bothering to change out the pyjama pants and hoodie she stole from Ryan, Magdalene pads into the sunlit living room to see her roommate doing yoga. On a tiny mat beside him is Caligula, stretching his limbs like he’s following along with the tutorial. The sight is adorable, and before she can think twice about it Magdalene is snapping a photo of the two of them and posting it to her Instagram story.

“You trying to whip my cat into shape Graves?” Magdalene teases, weaving around them and plopping onto the couch, bringing her knees to her chin and holding in a yawn.

Ryan laughs, loud and care-free, and Magdalene wishes he could record the sound and play it on loop. “He kept trying to sit underneath me and I didn’t want to hurt him. I read somewhere that if you give a cat something similar to what you’re doing they’ll leave you alone. Guess it really works.”

Her heart constricts in the best way possible. Ryan continues to go above and beyond to make her and Caligula welcome and doesn’t seem to mind they’re the ones invading his space and not the other way around. There’s still twenty minutes left on the YouTube video he’s watching, so Magdalene pushes herself off the expensive leather sectional and into the kitchen. The least she could do is make breakfast. Deciding on pancakes, Magdalene gets to work prepping the batter and warming up the frying pan. She hums absentmindedly to the Joni Mitchell song playing on the small radio she placed in the kitchen window. Music always made cooking more enjoyable for her, and Ryan doesn’t seem to mind the device taking up space.

The island is set and the food ready by the time Ryan slides into his seat, small beads of sweat lingering on his forehead from the workout. Magdalene resists the urge to wipe them away and instead busies herself with placing the right amount of berries on his plate.

“Mags,” Ryan calls softly, pulling her out of her mind and back down to Earth. “That’s more than enough. Sit down and eat before it gets cold.”

They eat in silence until Caligula appears, meowing for whatever scraps he can get his hands on. Against Magdalene’s pleas Ryan feeds him a blueberry. The cat sniffs it inquisitively before swallowing it, though it comes up again a few moments later.

“You’re cleaning that one up bud,” she laughs, bending down to make sure Caligula is okay before rinsing her plate in the sink.

“Fuck.”

Ryan does as he’s told and helps Magdalene with the dishes before getting ready to head out for an unofficial team meeting. Camp starts in a few days and Gabe wants to get together and make sure they’re all on the same page before barreling head-first into the season. He promises to pick them up a late lunch of sandwiches from Barn Owl and Magdalene follows him to the door to say goodbye. It feels natural, like they’ve always shared this routine, and she knows that Ryan feels it too because he wraps her in a tight hug before petting Caligula one last time and slipping out the door.

Bette calls soon after he leaves and grills Magdalene on all the details of her new living arrangement. She’s still in Canada, spending a few more days there than Tyson to help his mom and sister finish unpacking their things at the house they recently purchased.

“So, have you kissed him yet?”

The question is asked in such a casual, Bette-like manner that Magdalene barely chokes on her water. “Bee, what the fuck?”

“Oh come off it Mags,” she sighs, “You like him. He likes you. The two of you live together now. It’s only a matter of time before the friendship turns into something more.”

The blonde is right about at least one thing – Magdalene has developed a steady crush on Ryan. She should have known being in such close proximity to him all the time would put her feelings into overdrive. However, she didn’t have another option other than to accept his offer when it was proposed nearly a month ago, so Magdalene is now being forced to deal with the repercussions.

“I have, in fact, not kissed Ryan,” Magdalene huffs. “But I’ve thought about it once or twice.”

A squeal tears from Bette’s throat and she forces her friend to share the details. Magdalene obliges mostly to get her off her back, but it does feel good to talk about it with someone. It’s a very long time since she’s had romantic feelings for anyone, and Magdalene is nearly giddy with excitement over the possibility of new-found love by the time Ryan gets home. She says farewell to Bette and promises to come over as soon as they're both in the same city again.

It’s later than both of them expected, so they decide to forgo lunch and instead cook an early dinner. Ryan wants chicken and Magdalene wants spaghetti, so naturally they compromise on a carbonara without the pork. The radio is cranked to the highest volume as they work, both singing along and in their own little worlds. Magdalene is in charge of cooking the pasta and Ryan sets about making the sauce, and more than once she catches him looking at her while he’s supposed to be stirring the mixture. She can’t be too mad, however, because each time their eyes meet she’s supposed to be doing her job too. Before too much time has passed the meal is ready. It cools on two plates while Caligula is fed and wine is poured – the former done by Magdalene because the cat still isn’t quite comfortable enough with Ryan. Once sitting, they raise their glasses in a silent toast and dig in. The pasta tastes heavenly, and Magdalene makes sure to say so.

“Oh my god this is delicious,” she nearly moans, “You have to make this like every night.”

Ryan laughs and raises his fingers in mock salute. “You got it boss.”

Conversation flows into how they spent their hours apart – Ryan gushing about how good it was to see his teammates again and Magdalene talking about how she caught up with Bette on the phone. She of course left out the part where she confessed feelings for her best friend to her other, more senior best friend. Dinner passes in the blink of an eye and soon the two of them are standing side by side at the sink, elbows knocking occasionally as they do the dishes.

“Want to watch a movie tonight?” Ryan asks nonchalantly. “You said earlier this week you wanted to see Clueless again.”

Magdalene smiles – of course he would remember this offhand comment she made a few days ago about the classic. “That sounds fantastic. Can you finish putting these away? I’m going to pop a couple blankets in the dryer to warm up and see if I can get a nice picture of the sunset for Bette, she mentioned on the phone that she’s missing it.”

“She literally hasn’t changed time zones!”

Laughter tumbles from Magdalene’s lips as she slips out of the kitchen. Two fluffy blankets are pulled from the back of the couch on her way down the hall and tossed into the machine. Grabbing the same sweater of Ryan’s she was wearing earlier in the day from the foot of her bed, Magdalene heads for the balcony door and slips through the glass.

The city is nearly silent. Cars pass under Ryan’s balcony like blips in the night, but they don’t dare touch the peaceful atmosphere radiating from Magdalene. She’s had one of the best nights of her life, just her and Ryan laughing over glasses of wine and the pasta dish they cooked together. It’s all so domestic and charged with stolen glances and soft smiles that Magdalene knows it’s more than two friends living together for a short period of time. There’s been a fundamental shift in their relationship but she doesn’t know how to address it, or if she even wants to despite her looming attraction. Being with Ryan is so easy that she forgets it’s only temporary. Realistically she knows it can’t last forever, but she finds herself hoping each day Paul will call and tell her the rebuild is taking longer than expected.

Ryan calls her inside, informing her the blankets are out of the dryer and the movie she picked out days ago is queued up on the television. Magdalene takes a deep breath and finishes her glass of wine in one gulp. Hopefully he won’t notice when she casually leans in and rests her head on his shoulder halfway through the film.

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sgtjbbhasmyheart · 4 years ago

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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Three

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1740

Warnings: Nosy (and well-meaning) friends acting like nosy siblings, angst, bad language words

A/N: After I originally posted this chapter on AO3, I got some comments that exacerbated the beginnings of a year long depression. Please be kind. I intended this chapter to come across as the gang being like siblings...always being in each other’s business. Is there a breach of privacy? Yes, but without the ill-intent.

DO NOT copy or replicate without permission

Bucky clutched his phone in his flesh hand as he made his way down a long hallway to the communal kitchen and eating area. A soft, crooked smile rested at his lips as he entered the space. Natasha and Sam were sitting at opposite ends of the rectangular table separating the kitchen from the lounge, enjoying a late breakfast. Steve was at a kitchen counter fiddling with the Keurig machine. He pulled another mug from the cupboard when he saw Bucky approach. “Mornin’, Buck. Sleep well?”

Bucky’s grin broadened as he leaned his backside against the countertop. “I did, actually. Thanks for asking,” he answered, looking to his phone at the incoming text.

(Y/N) Would you rather have skin that changes color based on your emotions or tattoos appear all over your body, depicting what you did the day before?

He missed the way Sam and Nat looked at each other in suspicion at his answer to Steve. He was too busy pressing the keys on his touch-screen.

Bucky The tattoos would be awkward, speaking from a male’s perspective, so I think color changing would be better. Not by much, though.

Bucky Would you rather have edible spaghetti hair that regrows every night or sweat maple syrup?

Bucky saw Steve slide the new mug, now filled with coffee, across the granite-top toward him from the corner of his eye. He glanced up quickly from the screen and nodded. “Thanks, buddy.” Steve answered with a smile.

“What, no grunted thanks or mumbled acknowledgment?” Natasha quipped, standing from her seat to place her plate in the dishwasher.

“Yeah, man. You have been using way too many words lately. I miss the grumpy dude that would brood in the corner,” Sam added, crossing his arms at his chest. “Are we even sure this is the right Bucky?”

Bucky’s phone vibrated again.

(Y/N) I love me some spaghetti! Can you imagine sweating sticky, gooey maple syrup during a humid New York summer?? Your clothes would be toast.

(Y/N) Mmmm, french toast.

Bucky chuckled at the reply, drawing the attention of three sets of eyes.

Sam wasn’t wrong; he wasn’t the same Bucky.

It had been five days since (Y/N)’s first drunken texts. Five days. He couldn’t believe so little time had passed. Somehow, (Y/N) had wiggled her way under his skin.

He had noticed after only a day or two; he was smiling more, less volatile. He felt lighter, happier. He wasn’t skulking about the compound like usual, trying to avoid the rest of the team. Some might go as far as to say he was friendlier than usual.

It felt good to have someone, a friend, learning about the real James Buchanan Barnes, for once, without the threat of The Soldier clouding their perception of him.

“You’re freaking me out, man. Straight outta Invasion of the Body Snatchers or some shit,” Sam declared, rising from his chair.

“Hold on, Sam,” Steve placated, lifting a hand to the advancing man. “I’m sure there’s a logical explanation to Bucky’s good mood lately.”

Bucky set his jaw in frustration, the muscles ticking. He wasn’t a Pod Person. He was just happy, for the first time in seventy-five years.

His phone went off again.

(Y/N) Would you rather sneeze once every hour, on the hour, or burp every time you saw an attractive girl?

A wide smile split his mouth as he scanned the screen.

Bucky Am I sneezing in my sleep or just when I’m awake?

When Bucky brought his gaze back up to his teammates, he noticed Natasha’s own eyes flick down to his phone. The slightest smirk curved the corner of her lips.

“It’s curious,” she said, a perfect eyebrow inched higher to her hairline. “All the people you text are in this room, yet, you haven’t been able to pull yourself away from your phone.” Her eye contact never wavered from Bucky’s face. “Don’t ya think that’s odd, fellas?”

“Natalia,” Bucky warned, his voice gruff. He knew she was fishing.

Sam laughed boisterously. “Yeah, I noticed that the other day. It’s glued to your hip nowadays.”

“It could be anyone from the team, guys,” Steve reasoned. “I bet it’s Tony.”

Bucky became increasingly agitated as the redhead slinked closer, passing his phone back and forth between his hands.

Natasha shook her head in the negative. “Nuh-uh,” she said, leaning against the counter directly beside Bucky. A hair’s breadth of space separated their shoulders from one another. Tipping back, with her elbows propped against the hard surface, she kicked her legs out casually and crossed her feet at the ankle. “Those two have barely said two words to each other since the good Sergeant here was welcomed back into the fold. It’s not Tony.”

“That still doesn’t prove anything,” Steve replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I bet it’s a girl,” Sam said in a sing-song voice. “But, where would Ice Man here meet a girl?”

Natasha smiled while looking at Sam as he stepped closer to the trio. “Let’s find out, shall we?” She nodded to Sam and, without batting an eye, lunged at Bucky.

She tapped the underside of the hand holding the phone, causing the device to flip up into the air.

Though he hadn’t seen the attack coming, Bucky’s reflexes were cat-like, and he easily caught the phone in his opposite hand.

Unfortunately, Natasha was just as quick and knocked the phone from his hand again. She effortlessly swatted it out of the air and into her hand. As Bucky clamored to retrieve the cell phone, she swung her arm behind her back and tossed it into the waiting hands of Sam.

By looking at Sam’s broad smile, Bucky knew he was having a field day at his expense. He pounced on his teammate, grappling for possession of the device. He wasn’t sorry for elbowing the other man harder than he ever would if they were sparring each other. He needed his fucking phone back!

Sam managed to flick the phone over his other shoulder in the process of Bucky grabbing ahold of Sam’s wrist and twisting the same arm behind his body. It clattered to the ground at Steve’s feet.

As everyone stared at the cell phone lying prone on the tile floor, Sam backed Bucky into the cabinets, trapping him with his body. “Let me go, Bird Brain!” Bucky huffed.

Steve bent to pick the phone up, holding it in his hand. Bucky could see the war playing within Steve’s blue eyes as he struggled against Sam. Steve was just as curious as the other two but didn’t want to betray his friend.

Natasha quickly snatched the device from Steve and started thumbing at the screen.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Steve protested.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you to put a passcode on your phone, Barnes?” Natasha tsked as she navigated to the messaging app.

Bucky knew the exact second she found what she was looking for because her eyes became comically wide. A feral, shit-eating grin crossed her mouth as she raised a brow again.

“Tell me about (Y/N).”

“What?” Steve questioned, crowding the red head. “Lemme see.”

Bucky felt his cheeks go aflame as Natasha angled the screen so Steve could see the message thread. They burned hotter as Steve looked up with his own shit-eating smirk.

“Well, well…” Sam piped up. “If your faces are anything to go by, Vanilla Ice’s still got game.” Bucky twisted his arm back further in retaliation causing Sam to grunt in discomfort.

Bucky watched as Natasha’s thumb skimmed along the screen to delve deeper into past messages. Her thumb stopped as she read a passage; her green eyes rapidly followed the lines of text.

“I always kinda figured you’d be into someone that would call you out on your BS. She sounds fun,” Natasha said as she continued to scroll.

“No one’s into anyone. We’re just friends,” Bucky murmured.

Steve’s head shot up to stare at his best friend, sorrow painting his features. He edged away from Natasha. “Does she know who you are?” he asked.

Bucky shook his head no. “And she never will.”

“Aww, but you guys sound so cute together,” Natasha pouted. Bucky frowned at the insinuation. It couldn’t ever happen.

“There aren’t any rules saying we can’t date,” Natasha mentioned. “Hell, you know how many times I tried to set up this big lug?” She motioned to Steve with her thumb.

“That’s different,” Bucky said after a few moments. He eased up slightly on Sam’s arm.

“How so?”

Bucky rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, the blush starting again. “He’s Captain America, and well, I’m not. Not exactly everyone’s favorite.” He downcast his eyes to the floor.

“Buck, you know that’s not true,” Steve said woefully. “It’ll just take some time.”

“I know, Stevie. Until then, though, I’m still a pariah.”

The super soldier serum couldn’t have been given to a better person, but Bucky always felt like he would be trapped in Steve’s shadow, no matter the amount of good he did. He would still feel weak for what Hydra did to him, or not good enough to be labeled Captain America’s best friend.

Feeling the room take a considerable turn toward somber, Natasha called out, “Holy shit, Barnes! You used Wilson’s toothbrush to clean your toilet?”

“What?!” all three male voices cried out.

Sam rushed forward, trying to see the proof for himself. “You’re a dead man!”

Freed from the weight of Sam’s body, Bucky leaped forward toward Natasha and Sam. Slamming into Sam’s back, he snaked an arm around the other man, reaching frantically for his phone. He was done with them spying on his non-existent personal life.

Bucky smacked against Sam’s hands and arms, trying to dislodge the device.

“Stop!” Sam bellowed. “You’re hitting me like an eleven-year-old girl!”

“Gimme back my phone!” Bucky shouted.

Suddenly, the sound of ringing filled the small space of the kitchen. The scuffling stopped in an instant as everyone tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. Sam glimpsed down at his hands and jumped apart from Bucky as if he’d been burned. He looked horrified!

“Oh, shit!” Sam exclaimed, shoving the phone back at Bucky.

“What did you do?!” Bucky screeched when he realized the ringing was coming from his phone on speaker.

The sound ended abruptly, only to be replaced with the gentle tinkle of a woman’s voice.

“James?”

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luxekook · 5 years ago

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chapter four.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 3.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, noona kink, general chaotic energy, poly relationships, slight implications of switch!reader and sub!jk, jin being a beautiful mess, make-out sesh with multiple people oops

⇥ beta reader: the lovely @shadowsremedy

Chapter Four

Taehyung’s Room, BTS House – 10:49pm

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

Namjoon’s question fills the room. The boys all stare at me with anticipation, leaning forward with furrowed brows.

I ponder my course of action for all of two seconds before launching into my well-practiced rant, “I want to know what sort of sick prank you think you’re playing, because I am not falling for it. I mean – all of you wanting to date one person? Date me? Seems fake, but okay.”

Some of the boys move to interrupt me, but I thrust up a palm, “No, please let me finish. I know I don’t really have the right to make judgements about you guys, but I have seen some misogynistic behavior from your frat. So, I feel like it’s not that far-fetched for me to think that you’re probably playing me.”

“Messy gymnast behavior? What’s that?” Jungkook whispers to Hoseok who just shrugs, looking equally as baffled.

“Misogynistic, Kook, not messy gymnast,” Namjoon pinches his nose in frustration, “It means prejudiced against women.”

Seokjin and Jimin descend into fits of laughter. Hoseok still looks mildly perplexed, and Yoongi takes a large sip of soju from a bottle he procured from god knows where within the last few minutes.

Covering his face, Jungkook dives behind Jin in hopes of further hiding his embarrassment.

“I think I know what she’s talking about.”

The room quiets at Taehyung’s interjection. He reluctantly sits up from his relaxed position on his bed and explains, “When we met at our party last semester, she found out about our old pledge tradition.”

“Oh, damn,” Jimin sighs, “So that’s why you motioned to remove it from the chapter’s history at the last meeting.”

“Yeah,” Tae looks me in the eyes, “We voted removed it, (y/n) ... A little too late though, it seems.”

Jungkook peeks his head out from behind Jin’s shoulder, “We’re sorry, noona.”

Trying not to internally melt in response at the youngest’s display of classic puppy-dog eyes, I slump against the wall and slide into a sitting position on the floor. “Look, I’m not going to say that ‘it’s okay’ because it’s not. But I do appreciate that you removed it.”

The boys hang their heads, looking properly chastised.

“That’s fair,” Namjoon finally says quietly, “We know as a frat we fucked up. We’re not perfect. We make a lot of mistakes. But we’re trying to get back to being respectable and move on from here.”

“We’re trying to get back your respect,” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck, looking at me with wide eyes and more attentiveness than I’ve ever seen from him.

“But that’s the other thing,” I look away, pulling at a random thread fraying off of the sleeve of my sweatshirt, “Why does it matter so much that I respect you? Why are you all so invested in me all of a sudden? In all honesty, I haven’t said more than two words in conversation to half of you.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t really matter,” Namjoon shrugs, shifting to lean casually against the wall.

My eyes narrow, “How can it not matter?”

“Because we date as a group, (y/n)-noona,” Jimin smiles down at me from his perch on Taehyung’s bed, all squishy cheeks and crinkled eyes, “Tae thought we’d all like you, and then Jungkookie and Joon-hyung agreed and—”

Hoseok excitedly chimes in, arms swinging wildly, “And finding someone who we all like hasn’t happened in so long, and I’m so happy!”

“Yah, Hobi!” Jin reaches over Jungkook to shove the bouncing boy, “We’re supposed to be playing it cool. We have to woo her.” He winks and blows me a kiss.

Instinctively, I swat it away and then giggle at Seokjin’s indignant gasp.

“I take it back! She’s mean!” Launching into a passionate rant complete with head shaking and wild eyes, Jin continues, “Consider that kiss null and void. I have never been so insulted in my entire life, you know!”

Tears stream down my cheeks as I collapse from laughing alongside the rest of the boys. Namjoon’s dimples are out in full force as he drawls, “Hyung, that’s what you said yesterday when I beat you in Overwatch.”

Seokjin splutters over the now-renewed laughter of his younger brothers, “I thought I told you to never speak of that again!”

Trailing off in mumbles of how he needs new friends and how disrespected he is as an elder, Jin resorts to pouting in the corner.

“You’ll have to excuse Seokjin-hyung, (y/n),” Taehyung smirks at me with raised eyebrows, “He’s skated by solely on his looks up until now.”

Seokjin’s pouting intensifies.

“He is handsome,” I instinctively respond, fully focused on the beauty of Jin’s pouty lips. And when those lips break into a huge grin, I cringe at my lapse in judgement for the thousandth time that night.

“My faith in humanity has been restored!” Jin ambles back to his original spot next to Jungkook and thrusts a paper heart that he apparently had been carrying on his person for quite some time in my direction.

“Hyung,” Hoseok eyes Seokjin with a concerned frown, “Where did you even get that from?”

“That’s one secret I’ll never tell.” Jin barely finishes that sentence before a flurry of pillows, water bottles, and other miscellaneous items are thrown at him from all angles.

“I thought we agreed no more quoting Gossip Girl, Jin-hyung!” Jimin cries as he continues to hit Jin with a pillow from Tae’s bed.

Miraculously still even able to speak under the assault from the other boys, Jin replies with complete sincerity, “XOXO.”

Chaos reigns.

Watching all seven of them in - presumably - their most natural state, I sigh in amusement, “Y’all are too much.”

Somehow the boys hear me, because they all turn to face me once more with various expressions of playfulness and mirth. Jin still lies under the pile of them laughing slightly as they slowly shift off of him.

“Nah, I think we might be just enough for you, noona,” Jungkook pipes up as he plops down on the edge of Taehyung’s bed.

“Yeah? And how do you know that?” A sudden thought occurs to me, “Wait, why do you all even date one person anyway? Don’t you realize like half the campus is in love with each of you?”

“You’re included in that half, right?” Taehyung grins and then shrinks under my withering glare, “I mean, it’s a long story?”

“Oh, hold on,” I check my wrist, which noticeably has no watch, “Mhm, that’s right. It’s story time.”

Jimin snorts and then burrows under the covers in mortification.

“Cute,” Hoseok sighs, staring at me, “I want to keep you.”

And there’s something about having Jung Hoseok’s full attention and adoration that brings me to peak devastation. I pull my hood up over my head and burrow into my sweatshirt.

“Aw!” Various yells rebound around the room. I flip them all off.

“Hobi,” Yoongi teases, “I think she likes you.”

I peek out of the safety of my sweatshirt to eviscerate him with my eyes, but Yoongi just raises one brow coolly and calls me out, “Well, am I wrong, jagi?”

All eyes are on me, and the room is suddenly so quiet that all I can hear is the muffled party downstairs and the beating of my heart.

“... I want my lawyer,” I finally declare, re-emerging from the depths of my sweatshirt and crossing my arms.

“Oh, come on, noona!” Jimin shuffles across the room and kneels in front of me, causing me to descend into a panic, “You like Hoseok-hyung, right? Well, what about me? Do you like me?”

Jimin peers down at me, pink hair tussled and eyes shining. How could I ever say no to that beautiful face? That angelic human?

Must.

Deflect.

“I’ll answer your question if you answer mine. Why do you all date the same person when each of you could have anyone you want?”

Jimin deflates and sits back on his heels, frowning at my non-answer.

“But we do already date everyone we want,” Hoseok cuts in, giggling, “Well, almost.”

They’re already dating people? My mind wracks through all my knowledge of the seven boys sitting before me, but no evidence of them dating anyone pops up. “Wait, I’m confused. Who are you all dating then?”

I can’t help but feel like I’m on the outside of an inside joke as the boys all exchange looks that are all too smug for my liking.

“Seems like we did a good job, boys,” Namjoon chuckles, “People on this campus are pretty oblivious.”

“Nah,” Yoongi shakes his head, “They just choose not to see it. They want us all to be fully available.”

The lightbulb finally flickers on in my mind.

“Oh my sweet baby Jesus,” I whisper, “You’re all dating each other, aren’t you?”

Various nods answer that question. Jin, of course, being Jin, wipes an imaginary tear from his eye as he dramatically laments, “And she’s smart, too? How did we get so lucky, boys?”

“Yoongi,” I say calmly, “Please pass me that soju before I commit murder in this very room.”

Without a word, Yoongi hands me the bottle before settling down in the space next to me against the wall.

Suddenly hyperaware of my positioning, I realize I’m sitting in between Jimin and Yoongi. Jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi now sit together on Tae’s bed, while Jin remains on the floor surrounded by various pillows and debris.

Namjoon is still leaning against the opposite wall, looking way too intimidating and perfect that I’m forced to look away.

That is, until he starts to speak. “(y/n), the seven of us have always been close. We grew up together; and, somehow, we just work as a unit. We work together. It may seem odd or untraditional. Maybe it is. But, it’s who we are. And it’s how we love.”

Namjoon continues, “We don't want to lose what we have together, this dynamic we've spent so long building. But, we’ve been feeling like something has been missing from our relationship lately. We’ve been looking for someone to help complete us.”

“And you think that person is me?” I suck in a jagged breath, “You really want to share me? Do you know how crazy that sounds?”

"There are crazier things," Yoongi shrugs, taking back the bottle of soju from my grasp, "Like how Namjoon has an IQ of 148 but can't seem to live one day without breaking something."

Namjoon, looking affronted, opens and closes his mouth, but ultimately settles on just smiling bashfully. My heart almost explodes at such a display of cuteness.

"It's really not that crazy, (y/n)," Taehyung interrupts my internal fawning, "You seem like a girl who’s intimidated by no one and nothing. We really, really like that. And we figured since you kissed me and Jungkook that you might be interested.”

Embarrassment washes over me. I steal back the soju from Yoongi, who just smirks knowingly.

“Besides, polyamory is actually more common than you think,” Hobi smiles in that pretty heart-shaped way of his.

He has a valid point. Who am I to be the judge of what love looks like? Who am I to criticize these boys who clearly love each other and just want one more person to love? Who am I to deny myself the opportunity to be loved by seven people?

“Can I think about it?" I ask, still fighting the inevitable for whatever reason, "I'm not saying 'no’. I just need a bit of time to think it over."

"Take all the time you need, baby," Namjoon murmurs, looking like I just handed him the keys to the entire world.

"No,” Jimin groans, burrowing his head in the crook of my shoulder, “Please, please, please don't take all the time you need, (y/n)-noona! I can’t wait that long!”

I reach up to stroke my fingers through his pink hair in an attempt to soothe the poor angel.

“Do we have permission to continue to woo you during this ‘thinking’ period?” Jin inquires, casting a look of jealousy at Jimin who is now nestled even further into me.

“Continue?” I ask, “When did you start?”

“Yah!” Seokjin exclaims, “Why does she keep roasting me?”

“I think it’s hot,” Jungkook grins at me with stars in his eyes.

“That’s because you’re a masochist, Kook,” Taehyung cackles from his perch on the bed.

“Ah, hyung!” Jungkook jumps on Taehyung in an effort to silence him, “She doesn’t need to know that yet!”

“I mean, it is pretty obvious,” I pause dramatically, dropping the pitch of my voice, “Baby boy.”

Jungkook yelps and takes off out of the room.

“Shit, was that too much?” I ask, staring at the door thrown open in Jungkook’s wake.

“No,” Tae replies, still laughing, “I think he just needs a second to calm down. I’ll go see where he went.”

Taehyung gets up from the bed and shuffles out the door in search of Jungkook. The open door allows for more sounds from the party to seep into the room.

Namjoon sighs, “I should probably check on what’s happening down there, shouldn’t I?”

“Good luck, man,” Yoongi tears the soju back out of my hand and lifts it up in cheers to Namjoon. Chuckling, Namjoon ambles over to where Yoongi, Jimin and I are crowded together and grabs the soju.

After taking a long sip, he crouches down in front of me and grasps the hand that remains unoccupied by Jimin. Bringing it to his lips, Namjoon places the lightest kiss on my knuckles. “I’m so happy you showed up tonight, baby. I can only hope that my future holds more of you in any way you choose to give me.”

Pressing his lips to my palm this time, Namjoon smiles in that completely devastating way of his and then saunters out of the room. Still gaping, I realize I never even got to say a word to him in response.

“You are so whipped for him already, jagi,” Yoongi says lowly, lips brushing my ear.

I blink. My senses are on overload. Jimin is still curled into my side, with my hand stroking his hair and his lips accidentally grazing the skin of my collarbone every so often. Now, Yoongi is closer than ever. I can feel his breath against my neck and his stare focused on my lips. Meanwhile, Hobi and Jin are slowly but surely shuffling closer to where the three of us are bunched together.

“So what if I am?” I finally answer, “Aren’t you all whipped for him, too?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Jimin mumbles into my shoulder.

My mind explodes.

“She’s not ready for that yet, Jiminie,” Jin giggles, “I’m pretty sure she’s still half convinced I worship Satan in the basement.”

“Well, I wasn’t before, but now I am,” I jokingly eye Seokjin up and down with an amused smile.

He grins back at me. I melt. And he knows it.

“Can I kiss you?” Jin asks, the slightest smirk curving his lips, a look of hunger burning in his gaze, like he could just eat me up, “Please?”

I swallow and his eyes latch onto the movement of my throat.

Before I can reconsider, I remove myself from my sitting position against the wall, much to Jimin and Yoongi’s dismay, and straddle Jin’s lap, immediately capturing his lips with my own.

The effect is instantaneous. Various groans echo around me as Jin smiles against my mouth. His hands find their way under my sweatshirt and squeeze my hips, dragging my body even closer against his.

The way Jin kisses is life-ruining in its unhurried, yet passionate deliberateness. He kisses me like he’s claiming me, and the possessiveness of his actions send a ripple of excitement through my body. Releasing my mouth, he works his way down the length of my exposed neck, and I gasp in response.

Suddenly, I feel another pair of hands twine around my body from behind as Hobi pleads into my ear, “Can I kiss you, too, (y/n)?”

I nod wordlessly, wondering what I did in my past life to deserve such affection in this one.

“No fair,” I vaguely hear Jimin pouting, “I want to kiss noona.”

“We’ll have our turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi’s voice causes a shudder of anticipation to race down my spine.

“Oh, she likes that idea,” Jin laughs, obviously having felt the tremor that shot though me in response to Yoongi’s suggestion, “Come get a taste.”

“Only if that’s what she really wants,” Yoongi says, meeting my eyes, “Don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, kitten.”

“Kitten?” I growl, eyes narrowed sharply in his direction.

“Yep,” Yoongi’s answering smirk is slow and antagonizing, “All cute and cuddly with a hint of claws.”

“I’ll show you claws,” I say darkly, getting up, “Stand up.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raise in surprise, “Why?”

“I won’t ask again,” I move closer to him and Jimin.

Yoongi pulls himself to his feet, acting like it was the most physical activity he’d ever done.

When he’s finally done with the dramatics, I move closer until he’s backed right up against the wall, “Min Yoongi, I’m going to shut you up now.”

His breath stutters as I slowly move my mouth closer to his. “Please do—” I cut him off.

Kissing Yoongi is just as intoxicating as kissing Jin, but in a different way. Yoongi tastes like soju and spearmint. His body melts under my touch, completely fine with letting me lead. An idea springs to mind and I slide my hand into his hair and tug lightly. He jolts with a moan.

Bingo. I smirk before kissing him deeper. My other hand winds around him to scratch my nails down his back. This time, I’m awarded with a small whine.

The fact that I’m wrecking this boy is simultaneously wrecking me. That impact doubles when I feel a small hand begin to wind its way up my calf towards my thigh. Tearing my mouth away from Yoongi, I open my eyes to see Jimin smiling up at me, “Can you kiss me like that, too, (y/n)-noona?”

“Why couldn’t you wait your turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi sulks adorably, sensing that my resolve against any request from Jimin was nonexistent.

“Well, aren’t you supposed to be showing me the perks of dating multiple people?” I joke, “Jin and Hobi just shared. Can’t you two?”

Jimin springs up off the floor faster than anyone I’ve ever seen, “Yes! We can share!”

“Good,” I reply, turning in Yoongi’s arms so that my back is pressed against him. He hisses in a breath. “Come here, Jiminie,” I open my arms to the eager boy who all but leaps into them.

“You’re so beautiful, noona,” Jimin sighs, pupils dilated, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

“So are you, baby,” I sigh, bringing a hand up to brush his cheek fondly, “So are you.”

I kiss Jimin gently, treasuring the feel of his plump lips against my own. I trace the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip and his mouth opens in a silent gasp. I use the chance to slip my tongue inside to twine with his.

Through my thoroughly fucked-out haze, I feel Yoongi’s hands settle onto my hips, grinding me slowly against his crotch. I moan into Jimin as Yoongi’s mouth sucks on the side of my neck, surely for the sole reason of marking me.

“Well, shit, JK,” Taehyung’s voice shatters the bubble of pleasure I had been residing within in the middle of four beautiful men. My eyes flutter open to take in the sight of Taehyung holding a box of pizza and a case of beer, with Jungkook right behind him. “Looks like the party started without us.”

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wizardofrozz · 3 years ago

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Welcome to Westview!

Warnings: swearing (barely), mention of smut (joking)

A/N: This chapter feels a little short and I apologize for that lol. I’m super excited for the next chapter in Thor’s POV 😊

Chapter 9

Clint POV

I hung up the phone, shivering violently when Nat walked into the living room.

“So, did you get a chance to talk to Bucky?” Nat dropped onto the couch next to me, taking a bite out of the apple in her hand.

“No, I never want to talk to him again,” I grunted, shivering again.

“What happened?” Nat pressed, sounding concerned.

“He answered the phone and moaned! He and Steve were…doing things,” I babbled, shivering one more time. Nat was silent for a moment, then burst into obnoxious laughter, falling onto the couch. “It’s not funny!”

“Yes, it is!” Nat laughed.

“I hate you,” I grumbled, crossing my arms.

“Aw, don’t pout,” Nat cooed, still giggling. “I can’t believe he answered the phone.”

“That’s what I’m sayin’!” I shouted, throwing myself into the back of the couch.

“Hey, Bucky and Steve need to get some just as much as the next guy,” Nat added, smirking.

“I don’t want to talk about what our friends are doing with their partners,” I snapped, glaring at Nat.

“Oh, so you don’t want to hear about the freaky stuff Loki and (Y/N) do?” Nat giggled, hiding behind her apple.

“No!” I cried, burying my face in the cushion. “Why do you know!”

“Women talk about that stuff.”

“I swear to god if you tell them about us….” I trailed, lifting my head to look at her.

“Too late,” she shot back, flipping through a magazine from the end table.

“What is wrong with you people,” I whispered, dropping my head again.

“Oh, I should try and call (Y/N),” Nat suddenly said, cutting our previous conversation short. Nat leaned over and dialed (Y/N)’s number and slumped back on the couch; I crawled across the couch, leaning on Nat so I could listen in.

Hello? Loki answered.

“Hey Loki, is (Y/N) free?” Nat greeted warmly.

One second. (Y/N), darling! Phone, Loki yelled. She’s coming.

Hello, (Y/N) chirped on the other end.

“Hey!” Nat exclaimed.

Hey Nat! What’s going on? (Y/N) replied.

“Do you have a minute? I wanted to talk to you about something.” Nat shifted nervously, gripping the phone a little tighter.

Yeah, hold on one second, (Y/N) assured. I heard faint murmuring in the background before (Y/N)’s voice was close to the phone again. Sorry, Loki was just letting me know he and Thor were going outside. Anyway, is everything okay?

“Yeah, I just wanted to check on you,” Nat started cautiously.

Me? Why?

“Well, yesterday at the meeting, you were pretty shaken up,” Nat mumbled, picking at her polo shirt.

Was I? When? (Y/N) asked, sounding confused.

“You...you don’t remember the incident with the radio?” Nat glanced at me, her brows pulled together, anxiety building in her eyes.

…I kind of remember what happened. I know my head was hurting, but everything is a little spotty. (Y/N) sounded nervous, her voice cracking a few times as she tried to remember what Nat was talking about; her confusion only made me more uneasy.

“Well, it seemed that your head was hurting pretty bad, so I’m not surprised you don’t remember much. I just wanted to check and make sure you were okay without worrying anyone else.” Nat looked down at me again, her eyes wide with fear as she waited for (Y/N) to reply.

I appreciate that, Nat. I wish I remember what happened because that must have been scary for you, (Y/N) acknowledged.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” Nat sighed.

Thank you for checking on me. You’re the best, (Y/N) replied warmly.

“Well, I’ll let you go catch up with your hunky brother-in-law,” Nat joked, smirking down at me.

I hope Clint is giving you a death glare, (Y/N) laughed. Bye Nat.

“Bye,” Nat laughed, hanging up the phone.

“You’re terrible,” I huffed, glaring at her.

“You know you’re the only one for me, birdie,” Nat cooed, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.

“You got that right,” I shot back, slanting our lips together. Nat pulled away after a few seconds, glancing at the phone again, obviously still anxious. “I take it that talking to (Y/N) didn’t make you feel any better.”

“She didn’t even seem to remember the awful meltdown she had,” Nat whispered.

“I noticed that, but maybe you’re right, and whatever happened just made her memory a little fuzzy.” I gently rubbed Nat’s arm, trying to soothe the nerves I could see just below the surface.

“Something seems off about this, Clint,” Nat whispered, meeting my eyes. My heart ached at the pain and fear that crashed like waves in her eyes.

“I know. Sometimes I feel like parts of my memory are gone,” I confessed. Nat opened her mouth to reply, but she was cut off when the electricity in the house started to flicker. “What the hell?” I whispered. Suddenly all of the light went out with a pop, leaving us sitting in darkness aside from the sun shining through the windows.

“Come on, let’s go see if anyone else’s power went out,” Nat sighed, pushing off the couch. I nodded, hurrying off the couch and jogging after her; we stepped onto the porch just in time to see Bucky and Steve wandering out of their house too. I glanced over to see Loki and Thor on the porch, calling out for Bucky and Steve.

“We can assume we aren’t the only ones that lost power. Come on.” I laced my fingers with Nat’s, pulling her off the porch towards our friends. “Hey, you guys lose power again too?”

“Yeah, just a few minutes ago,” Bucky called, looking disheveled and grumpy.

“I have to check with (Y/N), but I can assume we probably did too,” Loki yelled, moving to the edge of his porch. Nat and I walked closer, stopping between the two houses, meeting Bucky and Steve on the sidewalk.

“I’m still mad at you two,” I grunted, shooting Bucky and Steve a glare.

“Aw, don’t be like that,” Steve laughed, smacking my shoulder.

“Nothing was going on…yet,” Bucky said with a smirk.

“I hate you both,” I shot back. They started laughing, and of course, Nat joined in, cuddling up to my side; I rolled my eyes at the three of them and looked over towards Loki to see (Y/N) walking onto the porch.

“Come up!” (Y/N) yelled, waving at us.

“Coming!” Bucky shouted through giggles, glancing at me with a mischievous smirk. I made a gagging noise, shivering at the thought, which only made Bucky laugh harder.

“I think Wanda gave birth!” (Y/N) exclaimed, when we got onto the porch, her smile lighting up her entire face.

“Really!” Nat shouted, clapping her hands.

“Why else would the power go out again,” (Y/N) offered, raising a questioning brow.

“Good point,” Thor noted. “Do you think she’s up for visitors? I haven’t said hello yet.”

“Geraldine is there, so I don’t see why not,” Loki piped up. The rest of us shrugged or nodded in agreement, moving off (Y/N) and Loki’s porch. Bucky and Steve walked next to Nat and me, holding hands, making small talk with Nat while Loki and Thor picked on (Y/N), causing her to fly into a fit of giggles. I turned to add to the conversation Bucky, Nat and Steve were having when I suddenly stopped walking. I tried to turn my head but couldn’t, so I settled on darting my eyes around, finding that Steve, Bucky, Nat, (Y/N), Loki, and Thor had stopped in their tracks too.

“What’s going on?” Bucky whispered.

“I don’t know, but I can’t move,” Loki stuttered from behind me.

“Guys.” (Y/N) sounded panicked, but I couldn’t turn around to see her; I was stuck facing forward.

“Clint, I’m scared,” Nat whispered next to me. Something that sounded like wood breaking drew my attention towards Wanda’s house; the outline of someone flying through the air sent a bolt of panic through my veins.

“What the hell is that?” Thor called out. The seven of us just watched the figure fly off into the distance, stuck in place until everything went black.

***

I opened my eyes, adjusting to my surroundings, our living room coming into focus. I looked down at my side to see Nat stirring next to me, yawning; I blinked the sleep away, running a hand over my face.

“What the hell?” I mumbled, rubbing my left eye.

“You okay?” Nat muttered sleepily.

“Uh, yeah. Weird dream, I guess,” I decided. I racked my brain, trying to remember what the dream was about, but I kept coming up empty.

“You hungry?” Nat yawned.

“Uh, a little. Want to go make something for dinner?” I asked.

“Sounds good to me.” Nat lifted her head, smiling sweetly up at me, and I completely forgot about the dream I had; I bent my neck, connecting our lips, losing myself in her.

Chapter 10 | Series Masterlist

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khaotic-kitsunes · 4 years ago

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Take the Hint

This one made me laugh a little when I re-read it...ah, good times

Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

You couldn’t be more frustrated with your husband even if you tried to be, Tamaki had been neglecting you lately and it left you more than a little unsatisfied; something that you had been working on for the past month.

Without any results.

“Bunny, I’m home…”

You perked at the sound of Tamaki’s voice, turning your head to look at the kitchen doorway waiting for him to step into your line of sight, carefully setting the cake down in front of you; having just retrieved the cooling dessert from the fridge.

“Welcome home!” You flashed him a warm smile the moment he stepped into the kitchen, turning your head back towards the cake you were about to start decorating. So far, it had turned out surprisingly well, you were more of a cook than a baker but for once, you had made a cake that didn’t look inedible.

“…Are you baking?” He sounded uncertain as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder while you picked up an icing-filled piping bag, ready to begin what was probably the messiest part of the process.

“Don’t sound so worried, this one turned out really good!” You shuddered as he pressed his lips to your cheek, a low rumble of laughter in the pit of his throat while he rubbed your hips soothingly; unknowingly starting something yet again.

“I’m not worried…but didn’t you say that about the last one? Remember what it tasted like?”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment at his teasing words, though instead of thinking up something clever to say back to him, you merely continued with your decorating; carefully adding icing where you thought appropriate.

“Fine, if you’re too scared to eat it, I’ll just eat it all on my own” You huffed while he pulled away from the embrace, still chuckling at the memory of your last baking endeavour; which had ended with the cake going in the bin.

“Don’t be like that bunny…” You scoffed at him, relaxing only when his laughter died down completely and despite how much you loved his good mood, you didn’t exactly appreciate his laughter.

“You could always make it up to m-” You went silent as you turned your head, seeing that he had left the room, not around to hear your hopeful suggestion; another defeat. It didn’t matter that it hadn’t been a very good attempt, you had tried so many different things to get your alpha interested in you; lingerie, cuddling during movies, inviting him to join you in the shower and yet lately, he hadn’t been in the mood to claim you.

It was almost as if he didn’t look at you that way anymore. It was both frustrating and heartbreaking, remaining untouched by him for so long.

~ ~ ~

“You’re seriously going to eat the cake all on your own?”

You looked up from the now-empty plate in your hand, the fork with the last piece of the slice you had gotten yourself hovering near your mouth for a moment before you ate that as well, unconcerned with his look of confusion.

“Does it matter? I figured you’d be too traumatised by the last cake to try some” You set both the plate and the fork down into the sink before turning to face him once more, your eyes going wide when you realised that instead of standing across the room from you, he was right there in front of you, his lips inches from your own with a strange look flashing through his dark eyes.

“Well, if you’re going to sulk about it like this…how about a compromise?”

Before you could respond, he had lifted you onto the counter with his lips against your own, the sweet taste of the cake on your lips making him growl out hungrily while his hands moved to grip your clothes, tugging on them firmly.

“A-Ah…really? The cake? That’s what gets you going?” You whined out into the kiss, causing him to pull his head back, confusion reflecting in his eyes at your words; apparently, he had no idea what you were on about.

“Bunny…?”

“You…oh you’re impossible!” You moved your arms around his neck before he could move away from you any more than he already had, refusing to let the chance slip past your fingers; you were so close.

“Bunny, I don’t understand” Tamaki leaned his head down, resting his forehead against your own while you tangled your fingers into his messy locks, still damp from the shower he had taken when you were busy with the cake. His scent was fresher as well, you could lose yourself to it if you really wanted to, familiar and addictive, partly to blame for how often you were left with a problem late at night when he was exhausted, or even in the early hours of the morning, after he had left for work.

“I need you” You paused, tugging him closer and pressing your lips to his in an attempt to get your point across, wanting, no, needing Tamaki to understand exactly what you meant, it would do you no good to half-ass this.

“You don’t fuck me as much as you used to Tamaki, I’m always horny and you’re never interested in fucking me!” He pulled his head away slowly at your words, a low growl building in the base of his throat while he began to strip you of your clothes, ignoring your meek protests at being stripped in the kitchen; though you were lucky enough that you had moved the freshly baked cake just a few minutes earlier.

“You’re right…I’ve been neglecting you” He frowned as he stripped you bare, taking a moment to push his sweatpants down enough to free himself, seemingly intent on fixing your issue immediately; not that you were going to complain, just the sight of his cock had your mouth watering and your body flushing with the desire to have him inside of you.

“I’m a terrible alpha to you, aren’t I? My cute little bunny needs my cock and I haven’t even noticed…”

He cupped your cheek with one hand while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight against his chest as he thrust his hips, rutting himself up against your already soaked folds; low groans building in his chest.

“Tamak-” He cut you off by burying his cock inside of you, groaning at the way you squeezed down around him, only just barely able to stop himself from pushing his still deflated knot inside of you; he wanted to leave that until last, it always felt better when he fucked you like that.

“Alpha.”

You moaned, nodding your head at his correction while you were still able to think clearly, thankful he hadn’t started to move his hips yet; you didn’t need him upset because you didn’t acknowledge his words.

“Good girl…and you know, that cake really was tasty” He smiled as he leaned up, trailing kisses along your jaw, already beginning to start a nice slow pace, thrusting his hips enough to make you whine in need; seemingly not quite ready to fuck you properly.

“I can taste it on your lips…so sweet…or is that you? Maybe I should try you with some icing…” He smiled at the way you squirmed, moving his hips harder to make you choke out a moan through embarrassed, mumbled protests.

Tamaki dropped his hand from your cheek down to your thigh, keeping you steady while he fell into a pace that was most comfortable for him, burying his face against your neck so that he could enjoy your sweet and addictive scent.

He was surprised that he hadn’t noticed it lately, that sickly sweet scent that develops when you get horny; usually he’s good with picking when the perfect time to act is but apparently, he hadn’t been noticing when you needed this sort of thing. Tamaki wasn’t sure if it was because of work or simply because he had grown so used to your scent being sweet and addictive all the time; either way, he’d have to work on it.

“Wait…bunny, how often are you craving this?”

You cried out loudly as he rubbed up against your sweet spot, his name tumbling from your parted lips, mixed in with the sounds of pleasure before your mind was able to process his question properly, embarrassment flooding you. It didn’t matter that you had already said how often you wanted him, for him to suddenly ask was embarrassing to you, you couldn’t work out why. It didn’t matter.

“I…does it matter?” You jolted when he thrust his hips harder, grinding his knot up against your folds for a brief moment to remind you of what he could deny you if you didn’t answer your alpha like you should; a cruel but effective method.

“A-A lot! Okay? I’m…your scent always makes me feel warm and desperate and it just…a lot” You arched your back, moaning as he continued to thrust his hips roughly, groaning while a smile tugged at his lips; you could feel it against your skin, the shaky smile you had fallen for so many years ago.

“So that’s why…” You peeked down at him as he spoke, soft whines building in the base of your throat when his thrusts grew rougher, his knot rubbing up against your folds more and more with each thrust, stirring a relieving heat in the pit of your stomach; familiar and welcome. Needed, even.

“The reason I haven’t been noticing when you want to mess around…your scent gets so sweet when you want this bunny, but if your horny a lot, then your scent is always sweet”

He looked up at you, reaching up to tangle a hand in your hair, giving a firm tug while his teeth grazed against the bonding mark that he had given you when you first moved in together, sending a violent shudder throughout your body.

“Just tell me next time, okay bunny? Just say you want my knot, I’ll make all the time in the world for you…I hate that you feel neglected”

You nodded quickly in response, uttering a soft ‘yes alpha’ while your mind grew hazy from the pleasure that was currently building in the pit of your stomach, warmth radiating through your body as your release built up.

Tamaki bit over your chest slowly, taking pride with each whine that spilled past your lips while he continued to burying himself inside of you, over and over while his knot swelled up, his own orgasm nearing closer from how much you were squeezing down on his throbbing cock.

“Alpha…alpha, I’m so close…”

You arched your back, dragging your nails over his defined muscles, absolutely loving the way he shuddered from your touch, pushing himself deeper inside of you and pressing his knot up against your roughly, not yet pushing it inside of you like you so desperately wanted him to.

“I know bunny, I know…”

He groaned low, pulling himself out of you until the tip of his dick was pressed up against your folds before jolting his hips forwards and filling you completely, going still only once his knot popped inside of you, throbbing as he began to release his hot, sticky seed inside of you.

You cried out his name loudly, pulling him as close as you possibly could while grinding your hips down against him to take him as best you possibly could; pleasure rocking through your body as your orgasm hit.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears while your chest heaved, your body trembling from the intense and much needed orgasm, your walls clenching around Tamaki to the point where he was cursing and groaning out your name, burying his face against your neck so that his groans were for you and only for you to hear.

“O-Okay, okay…next time, I’ll just…tell you when I need this”

Your breathless stutter made him chuckle, his arms wrapping around your body so that he could embrace you while his knot kept him in place, his seed still filling you and ensuring that there would be a rather large mess for him to clean once he was able to pull out.

“Might be a good idea bunny, I don’t want you to bottle these feelings up. It isn’t healthy.”

#tamaki amajiki #suneater #tamaki x reader #suneater x reader #bnha x reader #amajiki x reader #reader x tamaki #reader x suneater #reader x amajiki #omegaverse #alpha!tamaki #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #scenario #smut #requests #cheeky kitsune

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derivativealigner · 4 years ago

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Well I haven’t watched sp all the way through for about a decade now, so I thought it was time

Sometimes I wonder how accurate the fandom is when it comes to how we interpret the characters. Like, why is Stan a football star so often in fanfic and why’s Kyle always the smart one? So I thought I’d rewatch the show and make notes along the way to see where the source of all these interpretations is. I also wanted to see if I could get some fun info to analyze, but season 1 is pretty sparse in that regard so there’s not too much of that in this post, but I’ll make a post for all the other seasons too as I watch them

In summary, it’s established in season 1 already that Stan’s a star quarterback and an animal lover, Kyle’s an A+ student, and Kenny is poor and knows a lot about sex and doesn’t have many qualms about doing crazy shit. Cartman is a bit weird since he’s mostly just a naive brat in this season, but he and Kyle have a mildly antagonistic friendship already

I have all my notes under this cut. They include a bunch of small details and other observations. I also listed every Kenny death just because

Ike has freckles

Cartman says “Weak!” and “You guys” and “Seriously” a lot from the start, also “Kickass!” He doesn’t say weak or kickass much in the later seasons iirc

Stan says “Dude, this is pretty fucked up right here” three times in this season but they dropped that catchphrase pretty quickly

Bebe got named in episode 2

Stan’s been an animal lover since s01e03 Volcano since he won’t shoot a bunny or anything else. He does shoot Scuzzlebutt at the end though

Cartman’s a pathological liar but in a childish way

Randy got named in s01e03 Volcano (and it only got worse from there)

The mayor went to Princeton

South Park is next to Mt. Evanson

Kenny will literally drink gasoline

Stan’s a star quarterback in 3rd grade

Clyde’s voice is wrong as hell in S01E04 Big Gay Al’s Big Gay Boat Ride and he has a dog, Rex

Garrison says Kyle is an A+ kid

Shelly seriously abuses Stan, punching him, throwing him, maiming him with a lawnmower

Cartman had a pot-bellied pig called Fluffy

Cartman’s mom smokes crack and has sex with strange men

Dr. Mephesto is probably a Buddhist since he says “Thank Buddha” instead of “Thank God”

Clyde’s voice gets kind of fixed in S01E06

A guy called Mr. McCormick is killed in a protest, launched and splattered against a network building. He doesn’t look like Kenny’s dad though

Zombie Clyde attacks Bebe, rude

Wendy gave her costume contest prize (2 tons of candy) to hungry children in Nairobi

Cartman’s mom is on the cover of Crack Whore magazine. “Back do’ ho… Five on one action!” is the headline

Cartman genuinely cries at Kenny’s grave after the whole zombie thing but gets over it because of candy

Stan knows his mom’s credit card number and has no problem using it to adopt an Ethiopian child (the boys wanted a watch that came with the adoption, they weren’t doing it to be nice)

Cartman calls Stan a vas deference, Stan doesn’t know what that is so Kenny says “Dude, it’s a pipe for your peepee” (according to a transcript). Kenny sure knows male anatomy

Kyle sniffs Kenny after Cartman asks why poor people smell like sour milk and Garrison says “idk eric they just do”

Cartman thinks poor people should die and decrease the surplus population

When the boys get Starvin’ Marvin delivered to them, Cartman says “Hey mom, we found an Ethiopian, can we keep him?” and his mom says “Sure, hun.” She rarely says no to Cartman

Kenny’s dad is an alcoholic who drinks scotch according to Cartman. I mean, Mr. McCormick is seen drinking in multiple episodes and has a hat that says SCOTCH so it’s probably true

Kenny’s family says grace

Craig’s first appearance is S01E09. Also, S01E09 is the first time Kenny doesn’t die (Coincidence? I THINK yeah but it’s still fun)

Clyde got named in S01E10

Clyde and Bebe both spit on Pip’s face, friendship goals <3

Cartman and Kyle have their first fight at Cartman’s birthday party because Kyle didn’t give the right gift. Cartman slaps his face and screams “I hate you! I want you to die! Die!” while on top of Kyle who’s not really fighting back

Satan throws a fight with Jesus after everyone except Satan bet that Jesus would lose, which leads to Satan winning everyone’s money. Mr. Garrison says “What a mean thing to do!” and Jimbo says “He is a jerk!” and I thought it was quite a laugh so I wrote it down

In S01E11 Tom’s Rhinoplasty Bebe and Wendy are sitting in the swings together and generally appear together throughout the episode, then Bebe gives Wendy a makeover so they’re bffs obviously <3

Craig first appears in the classroom, though not sitting down, in S01E11

Wendy’s not happy about Ms. Ellen taking Stan away from her, she says “Don’t fuck with me! Stay away from my man, bitch, or I’ll whoop your sorry ho ass back to last year!”

Kenny gives Ms. Ellen a scrumptious looking sausage as a valentine’s gift and giggles deviously. Wendy’s gift to Ms. Ellen is a dead animal

Even Kenny doesn’t know what a lesbian is

Wendy’s grandma died in S01E11

Wendy gets Ms. Ellen killed by hiring the Iraqi government (?) to put her in a rocket and shoot it into the sun, then she and Bebe have a pool party (very cool, they wear sunglasses 😎) and watch the rocket hit the sun

Cartman and Pip play a game of kicking each other in the nuts until someone falls. Cartman calls it “Roshambo”

Kenny has a sack of marbles

The boys aren’t fans of Barbra Streisand, but Stan is a fan of the Denver Broncos quarterback John Elway (he’s not a quarterback anymore, he’s an American football executive and the president of football operations for the Denver Broncos of the NFL according to wikipedia.)

Officer Barbrady is a fan of Fiona Apple (who was 20 at the time and had only one album released called Tidal)

Ned knows how to pilot a helicopter

Kyle’s mom is a fan of Streisand unlike literally everyone else, she even gets an autograph from Mecha Streisand

The boys are fans of Robert Smith, the lead singer of The Cure. Stan says “Robert Smith is the greatest person that ever lived!” and Kyle says “Disintegration is the best album ever!” and Cartman says “Robert Smith kicks ass!” and Kenny’s dead so he doesn’t get to have an opinion

Cartman has tea parties with his toys: Polly Prissypants, Clyde frog, Peter Panda, and a dragon called Rumpertumskin

Kyle wants to make fun of Cartman for the tea party but Stan stops him because he’s concerned that Cartman needs help

Craig is in front of the school counselor’s office in S01E13

A young miss Cartman drinks like a motherfucker at the 12th annual drunken barn dance where Cartman was supposedly conceived

Stan lets Cartman borrow his bike like a good friend

Garrison wanted to have a threesome with Chef and Cartman’s mom. I don’t know why I’m making a note of this but uh… yeah.

Cartman’s mom has had sex with everyone at this bar that Garrison’s drinking at, including principle Victoria, the mayor, Father Maxi, and Jesus (and maybe Kenny’s dad since he’s at the bar but the camera doesn’t pan to him when Garrison says they’ve all slept with Liane). Later Gerald Broflovski is a possible father to Eric, so he fucked her too. Also Mr. Mephesto and his friend Kevin, that little guy, are candidates along with a lot of other people, including the 1989 Denver Broncos (and Mr. Tenorman is included in that later)

Cartman doesn’t make fun of Kyle for being Jewish much at all in this season even though the Christmas episode is all about Kyle not celebrating

Clyde and Token appear very early on and Clyde has always been in the classroom (along with Bebe, Red, Kevin Stoley, Wendy, and Pip and uhh DogPoo too I think). Craig appears later in the season and Tweek’s not in season 1 at all, so Craig’s gang isn’t really a thing yet

And here’s a list of the ways Kenny died in this season. He dies in every episode except episode 9, and he dies twice in episodes 2 and 3. Altogether he dies 14 times

S01E01 Killed after alien shoots him, cows stampede over him, then cop runs him over which finally actually kills him

S01E02 Killed in a play by a falling teepee, then a second time shot by Garrison which sends him in the air and he gets impaled on a flagpole on the way down

S01E03 Killed by a volcano rock that burns him then rolls on him but he’s alive again in the end but gets shot by Ned’s gun that he drops and it accidentally goes off

S01E04 Gets his arms and head torn off in an American football game

S01E05 Stan’s clone punches Kenny into a microwave where he gets cooked alive

S01E06 Death touches Kenny

S01E07 Kenny gets crushed by a Russian space station and turns into a zombie because he gets Worcestershire sauce in his veins, then Kyle chainsaws zombie Kenny in half, then zombie Kenny rises from his grave and is crushed by a statue and a plane

S01E08 Kenny is killed by a bunch of turkeys. His eye gets plucked out. It’s dark blue

S01E10 After Kenny gets turned into a duck-billed platypus, Jimbo and Ned shoot him

S01E11 Ms. Ellen throws a sword through Kenny’s face

S01E12 While Mecha Streisand and a giant robot Leonard Maltin fight, Kenny plays with a tetherball and gets the rope wrapped around his neck and it strangles him

S01E13 Kenny gets stuck on a go kart and it drags him around but stops and he’s still alive! Too bad the go kart stops on train tracks and a train runs him over. Stan’s grandpa sends a video of the event to America’s Stupidest Home Videos and wins $10,000

If you read all that, first of all hello. I’m not new to the fandom even though this is the first thing I’ve posted on this tumblr blog. I’ve been writing a fanfic called Caffetamine though so I’m not a complete non-entity. Anyway, I’ll watch season 2 soon and post my notes on that too probably.

#south park #sp rewatch #i made way too many notes #kenny used to get dialog in almost every episode #poor kenny #he really gets shafted later

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hanakokichi-donutjuice · 4 years ago

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👀 I noticed you followed the author I mentioned, care to check out the newest fic they posted? 👀 also also, christmas headcanons? :0

Hey! Thank you for request ! I don't know if you want Tsumitsu so when in doubt I did general hc on all the characters, but if you want Tsumitsu in particular tell me and I'll do it again ^^

I haven't read her new story yet, but it's in my Bookmarks ! As soon as I have a little time I'll read it ! :D

TBHK CHRISTMAS HEADCANONS

It's Christmas ! They are all having a great family celebration

It’s Sumire’s birthday too (not the real date but I like to think she was born on a holiday)

Tsukasa eats mistletoe

He also plays with garlands and almost electrocutes himself with the string lights

Teru has a horrible Christmas sweater but he thinks he's on top of fashion with

But no, tell him no

Besides, he made sure to match his sweater with his siblings

Mitsuba cut Nene's hair shorter

Mitsuba wears a golden garland instead of his scarf

Tsuchigomori tied Hanako's tie knot

Tsukasa couldn't tie his tie on his own so he had to ask Sakura to do it for him, but Natsuhiko said he took care of it.

Think for two seconds that we've never seen Natsuhiko with a tie, why? He just doesn't know how to tie a tie

After an hour he gave up and he ended up putting on a bow tie and suspenders in Tsukasa instead.

Aoi and Nene both have candy cane earrings

Kou makes the meal

Teru wanted to help him, but we kindly sat him down at a table instead

" NO ! OUT OF THE QUESTION ! WE WANT A WARM PARTY BUT NOT A FIRE !!! GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN NOW "

Mitsuba stole the star from the tree bc: "I am the brightest star in this room! "

Akane and Amane argue over who is more beautiful between Aoi and Nene

"Yashiro is so radiant that she could replace the star on the tree! "

"Well, Ao-Chan is so bright she shines brighter than all the fairy lights on the tree! "

Then Aoi and Nene said it was Teru the brightest in the room

So we tied Teru to the top of the tree to light up the room instead of the star

"We" in fact it was Akane and Amane out of revenge

Tsuchigomori is disguised as Santa Claus

Teru taught him how to make a good "Heave-Ho!" "To stick to the character (but Teru remains the God of "Heave-Oh!")

He also smokes in a pipe with candy cane color

"WHO PUT A FIR BRANCH IN MY PIPE ??!" "

Tsukasa beheads gingerbreadmans and glue them back together to make characters with multiple limbs / Heads

Sakura is sitting by the fire reading a large, beautiful, ancient storybook with sumptuous gold bindings

Natsuhiko had put mistletoe over her chair before the reception

He was going to go under to try to kiss her but ...

Tsukasa comes running ahead of him (dropping the mistletoe in the process) because Sakura is reading Christmas tales and he ABSOLUTELY wants her to get him over it

Mission failed.

Kou, Aoi and Nene distribute Christmas hats to everyone

Hanako put on a Christmas hat over his own hat

At one point Amane asks Tsuchigomori to do Christmas carols on the piano (I like to imagine him playing the piano, the flute and the saxophone) and he manages to convince Yako to sing too.

She has a beautiful voice, she looks like an angel

Then after she clinks glasses with Tsuchigomori

Then they toast once again to their sucks

And again, they drink again!

Okay, by then they're both totally drunk and Tsuchi ’dancing rock with Yako

Flash Info: Music is a slow

Lemon improvised himself Dj, besides his turntables have a lemon motif

Mitsuba eats all the coconut rock fereros (Rafaelo I think?) he can find, anyway nobody likes it so it's okay

Tsukasa and the Mokkes steal the mandarins and papilottes which are placed on the guests' plates

There are firecrackers in the wrapper paper but they don't make much noise: Tsukasa is very very disappointed

So instead he hides behind Mitsuba and explodes crackers behind him to scare him

Almost all the gifts are for Aoi or for Nene

In fact Akane and Amane made a competition to find out which one would give the most gifts to his sweetheart

Perfect equality

"Hanako-Kun ... Did you really get me a Daikon plush ?! "

Aoi received ALL Pandora Hearts, Vampire Knights and Black Butler tomes from Akane

Natsuhiko also gave Sakura a lot of gifts, but they were mostly books.

He gave her some handmade silk gloves too (Mitsuba gave him the patterns and he managed to sew them himself, it's wobbly but it's pretty anyway and Sakura likes them a lot), a pretty refined and expensive tea set, and books on medicinal plants, on precious stones and on healing but he also offered her science fiction books because he knows that she is secretly a fan of this kind of reading

Sakura does not show it but she is very touched, especially since she had never spoken about the fact that she has a weakness for science fiction books.

Sakura gives Natsuhiko a kiss on the cheek

Simp.Exe stop working

"There was mistletoe above us, that's the tradition"

She gave him a dangling earring with an amethyst stone (I can say more if you want but the meaning of the amethyst is based on a hc of Sakura that I have, if you want hc a this to better understand why this stone, ask me ^^)

Nene gave Amane her rocket keychain, lost about 50 years ago

Hanako remains silent then he hugs Nene, he almost cries

Akane offered Hanako milk

“It's good for growth"

Kou gave him a cat ear headphones

And Sumire gave Hanako a bell necklace

"I AM NOT A F****** CAT! "

"Hanako-Kun… You meow while sleeping and sneezing…"

Tsukasa donated handmade pottery to everyone

He accidentally broke one on Amane's head

"My head is… Spinning… Ho I see… The Stars… THE STARS, BROTHER! THE MOON IS NEAR! "

But he offered Yaoi to Mitsuba while whistling

Mitsuba turned all red and stuttering after that

Hanako gave Akane a math manual with his name written on it

"But ... is this my manual ??? It's been something like… Seven months since I look for him! "

"Yes, I thought you would be happy if I gave it back to you for Christmas"

Teru gave everyone the lobster plush toys he won this summer, his stock was too big for Tiara's room (which by the way is really big for a little girl room!)

Aoi gave Nene pretty hair clips and Nene gave her some lily seeds

Sakura gave Nene gaiters and an hourglass and Nene gave her a set of tea scented with autumn flavors and a scented with flavors of winter

The Toilet Trio donated cups to Tsuchi ’

Tsuchi' and Yako both treated themselves to first-price perfumes found in supermarkets

He also gave her a fake fox fur to annoy her

Yako bought her a ferret, (don't ask me why I don't know, she thought it was a good idea)

So now we have Tsukasa and Mitsuba running behind the ferret to play with him since half an hour

And Hanako wants the ferret to be called "Rocket"

Sumire received luxury jewelry, clothing, shoes, fan and perfume

Tsuchigomori donated a telescope to Hanako

Kou received overalls, a multicolored sweater and items and clothes with egg designs on them

Mitsuba received a mirror and polaroid paper for his photos

He also got a whole bunch of kawaii items and clothes with peaches, including an orange skirt and a pink winter dress with soft faux fur.

And Mitsuba gave everyone the same thing: A photo of him with a cute face: “So am I not the most beautiful of gifts? UwU "

Lemon offered Akane a Netflix subscription, but he plans to squat his account too

All the gifts that Lemon has received have… Lemon… designs.

"We should stop the joke one of these days guys, once it's going but every year it gets long by force ..."

Someone (obviously unconscious!) Offered a jumping stick and stilts to Tsukasa, who had the wonderful idea of combining the two, before eventually dashing headfirst into the table.

A little more and he landed in the fire ! ! !

Akane donated a plush, a Hawaiian shirt, glasses and a pen all with pineapple designs for Teru

Teru gave him some sushi candies to make together

He also gave her a watch without hands because: "You don't need any object to tell the time, after all you're a bit of a clock yourself, aren't you? "

"After the party we'll have to throw out the tree, but do we throw Teru with the tree too? "

I hope you like it, I took a long time to write it <3

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tiredkeys · 5 years ago

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The Arcana boys when their S/O comes to them after a long day and just breaks down

Requested by beenmadeblue!

+Asra+

Asra knows you’ve had a rough few days.

He’s seen you come back to the shop and all but pass out from exhaustion. But today when you come in, you don’t immediately claim a chair and fall into a deep sleep, he assumes you had a good day.

You disappear into the back and he’s quick to clean up. He takes a few minutes and closes up the shop, ushering any stragglers out and dusting.

When he finally does follow you back, he notices you shaking.

This is when he begins to worry

Maybe he was wrong to assume your day was better

Shouldn’t he have noticed something when you walked into the back earlier?

He walks around so he can face you. Noticing your tears, he grasps your hands and softly asks you what’s wrong

Gentle whispers of “What worries you, my love?”

“What happened today?”

“My dove, how can I help you?

You shatter, crying freely and leaning into him. You’re grasping at his sleeves as he pulls you into his chest and holds you as you sob out your frustration, sadness and defeat.

Eventually, if you’d like to talk through your day, he will listen.

Still holding you tightly, he will rock you gently as you tell him everything that happened that day, humming in agreement or anger at certain points.

When you have cried out all your emotions, he quickly picks you up and puts you in bed.

He’ll make tea, and if you aren’t asleep by then, he will sit next to you and comfort you

_Julian_

You have a habit of appearing out of nowhere around poor Julian

He’ll be concentrating on something and you’ll just show up!

Hes real unobservant when he’s working

But one day you show up and hug him from behind

At first, he laughs and tries to shrug you off

But when you just cling to him?? He gets real worried real quick

He quickly turns around and envelops you

Whether you cry or simply sag against him, he holds you

When he thinks you’ve calmed down just a little, he will carefully detach himself from you

Always keeping one eye on you, he’ll quickly clean up whatever he was doing

Then he’ll pick you up and sit down in the comfiest chair he owns

You’ll be in his lap, and he will gently ask you about you day

If you’d like to talk about it, he will gladly listen

Piping up here and there with short opinions like

“Oh yeah, I know about that”

“Haven’t seen her in a while”

Whenever you begin to ramble on about the worse parts of your day, he will most likely be quieter

Still holding you, but giving you the freedom to move your arms around and just get it out

And if you don’t want to talk about it, he will still gently rock you as you work through your emotions

Maybe he will hum to you, a song from his childhood that he barely remembers, and wipe your eyes

Or he will tell you funny stories or jokes in an attempt to cheer you up, his own laughter mixing with yours

You two probably fall asleep like that, his chin resting on your head, in that chair

*Muriel*

He may not like people all that much but he can read a room pretty well

And he knows your work has been wearing you down the past few days

When you stumble into his house, half dazed and exhausted?

He’s almost instantly on your case

He’s gently taking your bag, getting you something warm to drink, maybe gathering a soft blanket

All the while you are just standing in his foyer

As soon as he’s done bustling around, he will very, very carefully cradle your face

He will look over you, making sure you are not physically injured before looking into your eyes and asking what’s wrong

There’s no additives, he’s very straight to the point, but the pure care in his eyes is enough to pull down your last defenses

You fall into him, and he very gently puts his arms around you and rubs your back

He’s so so careful and won’t make any sudden movements

Or really any movements at all

He’s real scared of doing something wrong, so he will just silently support you and comfort you the best he can

If you want to talk, he will arrange it so you can sit down at a table and talk about what’s bugging you

He’s a fantastic listener and won’t interject much

But if there is a point where you begin to get choked up? Or particularly angry?

He will reach across the table and grasp your hand or wipe your tears away

He will rub small circles into your hand as you tell him about the who and what that made you upset

In the end, you could pull yourself into his arms and he would be very still but so warm

=Lucio=

Look at this man

I mean, he probably unintentionally did something to add to your stress but we will ignore that for now

He’s also hella dense because he is HELLA egotistical

So he doesn’t notice when you storm into your shared bedroom, absolutely livid

He’s just touching up his makeup or something and really just throws empty comments your way as you set your stuff down

But when he turns around to fully face you, just as he’s about to ask your opinion about something he did, he notices your face, which is now red and puffy, and the pillow you are now gripping with malicious intent

And boy does his face drop quickly

At first he’s worried he’s done something to hurt you and rushes over to you

He doesn’t even touch you he’s so worried

Before he can say anything, you go off

Tears fall freely down your face as you talk about what's upsetting you

He goes to sit on the bed while you pace and work through your anger

It wrenches his heart out to see you like this, gripping the pillow close to your chest and sobbing

Eventually, he walks around to you and gently hugs you

It’s a little awkward with the pillow in between you two, but neither of you really care at this point

By now, you are exhausted, by both the long day you suffered through and the yelling you just did

And he allows you both to sink down to the floor

You both sit there for a while

Just breathing

Until he gets up, pulling you with him

He begins to draw you a bath, adding oils and salts

As you get settled in, he will call for something to drink

As we all know, he is the self care King and knows how all the right ways to get you to relax and rejuvenate

Thank you all for reading! Man, this was so much fun to work out! Stay safe out there!

#arcana #arcana x reader #asra x reader #julian x reader #muriel x reader #lucio x reader

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darkmissionary · 3 years ago

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[Just the massive flashback I started for @ritterblood originally, but this is kind of what I pictured their first meeting was like before Fray decided to take a wee Haurchefant with him.]

Smoke billowed from the rooftop, sending trails of thick, snake-like clouds into the forest air. Heat- the sharp smell of burning peat moss and straw- it was all around him, as were the shrill cries of those attempting to flee the latest voidsent attack. Most of the other children had gotten to safety thanks to the efforts of the lay sisters and templars stationed within Foundation, but Haurchefant was, sadly, easy to overlook. He was eight- much older than most and thus more independent and prone to misbehaving the lay sisters, unless he needed a bloody scrape from exploring the woods bandaged or his wild mane of unruly hair tamed back into submission. The standoffish boy often ventured on his own and in the ensuing chaos- remained trapped within the steadily burning building.

The young lad covered his mouth with his hands and forced away tears brought on by the stinging, cloying presence of thick smoke as he tried to vainly find a safe path outside, halted time and again by orange and red flames licking at his arms and legs. Just as the beams supporting the rapidly deteriorating roof began to creak, groan, and give way, thick, steel-like arms looped under his shoulders, hauling him bodily into the air. A dusky-skinned Paladin with a thick, dark beard grimaced as he managed to deftly dodge a falling pillar despite his massive size. He immediately began running and picking up speed towards the nearest open door his longer gait and improved reach could manage to bring them towards, the walls finally crumbling in on themselves in their wake.

Cradled tightly against the bear-like soldier’s chest, Haurchefant could tell that they weren’t free from danger just yet, even as the oppressive heat from the fire dwindled and open air greeted them. The smell of decaying flesh hung in the air, the twisted and permanent grimaces of several blackguard made his blood run like ice water in his veins.

Shifting all of the child’s weight into his left arm, the Roegadyn drew his sword and squeezed the boy’s shoulder reassuringly.

“Don’t look,” he advised with a deep growl more accustomed to an animal than a man, but Haurchefant couldn’t tear his eyes away from the advancing voidsent closing in.

An Elezen with steel blue hair suddenly leapt into the fray, the blade of his greatsword flashing in the firelight as he dashed forward and jammed the entirety of his weapon straight into the torso of one of the dark creatures. As he expertly whipped the massive sword back out, black, acidic blood gushed forth and fizzled against the ground and the dark knight’s armor, leaving smoking, inky trails against the joined steel and stone ground underfoot.

The Elezen was almost too quick to keep a bead on as he easily repositioned his body, swiftly kicking the sword-wielding wrist of another Blackguard out of stance before decapitating the monster right before the child’s eyes. Cursing and patting the still smoking, eaten away bits of his armor, the Elezen suddenly reeled upon Haurchefant and his rescuer with a grim expression.

“Are there any other survivors trapped inside?” he demanded rather than asked, glancing down with a reedy noise of surprise as his body continued to smoke. Gloved fingers quickly unbuckled the gorget from around his neck, the dark knight throwing the now ruined piece of heavy armor to the ground and kicking it away with a disdainful sneer.

“Fray-” the larger man started, but instead shook his head curtly. “Just the boy. The lay sisters managed to get the rest on the path to a nearby farming plot. If voidsent caused this, we should catch up with the rest of the group. And quickly,” he added, taking the lead into the alleys beyond.

Haurchefant wriggled within thick arms to watch the Elezen as he was silently carried. Even in the darkness, Fray’ steely gaze made his heart beat a touch faster as it flickered to the trees around them, the dark knight tensing and inclining his head in a different direction when he heard a seemingly suspicious noise. Thankfully, they encountered no more voidsent and the busy chatter of other people was a welcome respite.

The boy was dropped off with the rest of the children at the nearby chirugeons, checked and double-checked for injuries, then fiercely hugged by a weepy sister. Haurchefant grimaced as he was embraced, now safe and no worse for wear, if incredibly sooty and slightly dazed from the events. The Roegadyn and the Elezen had wandered off to help the owners set up more space within the wings for the survivors, laying out bedrolls and repositioning sickbeds to make more space on the floor. The head of the chirugeons kept them moving and busy while they set to make dinner for the weary group- a stew heavy with root vegetables and whatever lean meat they could spare from their larder.

Straying from the other kids, Haurchefant wandered towards the hulking soldier as he supped, drops of broth clinging to his wiry and thick beard. The man smiled and patted the wooden bench he was seated upon, offering a hunk of his own dry bread.

“Good to see you’re already about and abrim with curiosity,” he laughed. “I’m Aeyrstahl. And you, little one?”

“...Haurchefant,” the light haired boy answered, taking the bread gratefully and sopping up what was left in his own, smaller bowl. The dark knight was nowhere to be found, much to his disappointment. “And I’m not that little. I’m the tallest out of all the boys here, y’know.”

“My apologies, then Ser Haurchefant,” the bear man chuckled, bowing his head in jest. For a much older man (deeply set wrinkles at his brow, eyes, and mouth creased his broad face), there was something oddly childish about him. He seemed a different person entirely than the one who’d rushed to his rescue in the fire.

“If you’re wondering where my friend is, he’s scouting the perimeters of the city. Ever vigilant, that one,” Aeyrstahl sighed a bit ruefully. “Doesn’t know when to just sit down and relax. Or enjoy the hospitality of the good people here.” He slurped down his watery stew with a relish, patting his stomach in a satisfied manner.

“Telling stories again?” a far softer, colder tone cut through silence the boy’s heart nearly leapt into his windpipe. He hadn’t even heard the dark knight approach them before he’d emerged from the long shadows like a ghost gliding over the cobbled stones.

“Just entertaining the young one, I haven’t been telling any lies,” Aeyrstahl defended himself, gesturing at a lukewarm bowl of stew he’d saved for his companion. “I think young Haurchefant here’s taken a shine to you. He’s hardly asked about me at all!” He feigned a sullen looking pout and pursed his bottom lip in a manner that made the armored Elezen grimace and roll his eyes.

“I am not!” Haurchefant sputtered, folding his bony, coltish arms before his chest. “You aren’t with the Dutiful Sisters and know how to kill voidsent? It’s just fishy, is all... But you’re not Temple Knights, either. They don’t help out people like us.”

Fray eyed the kid for but a moment, before taking a seat on the ground, flanking the Roegadyn’s left side. He slipped a whetstone from his day pack and began to sharpen a wicked looking, curved dagger.

“Smart lad. We’re just passing through. Aeyrstahl here has been ill and I’ve been making sure the lay sisters haven’t convinced him to stay longer than needed. No reason to take what’s not ours from those who have so little,” he remarked a bit icily, not looking up from the steady work beneath his long fingers.

“Have you killed a lot of monsters?” Haurchefant piped up again, leaning forward on his knees as he kicked his feet. He was mesmerized by the impressive looking weapons these warriors carried and their mysterious air. “Warriors like The Company of Heroes know enough about voidsent to fight them like you did... did you ever travel with them?” he continued, hoping for a tenuous connection.

“Do we look like heroes to you, boy?” Fray replied curtly, causing Ayerstahl to place a gentle hand at his shoulder.

“Don’t snap at the young one, he just wants a little adventure in his life...” the large Paladin chided softly. Myste narrowed his eyes and shrugged his friend off, though the astriction to his neck and shoulders began to fade.

“If you ever encounter a voidsent, be wary of it’s blood. You want to aim for the vitals... what’s left of them anyway. If you can run and hide, take the opportunity to do so and do it well. They’re no more than animal instinct and cunning. They’ll not show mercy to even a child,” the dark knight warned, taking a smaller knife from sheath at the small of his back. He lifted his chin and made a slow motion through the air across the neck, then gestured towards his own chest.

“If you do stand to fight, then remember these areas. Don’t let any of it’s blood get in you. Never pull your weapon unless you intend to use it. When you strike, strike true and hard. Confirm the kill before daring to turn your back on it, even if it’s prone.” He turned the small blade over in his hands slowly, before offering the knife to Haurchefant, hilt-first.

“I... I can have it?” the boy asked, slowly grasping the dagger and marveling over how smooth the grip felt against his skin.

“It’s not a toy. As I said, if you’re going to take it out, then intend to use it. Which means no waving it around or threatening other kids just to show off. And if you happen to get in trouble with the sisters, then you didn’t get it from me. Understand?”

Fray levelled the boy with a stern look that made Haurchefant’s pulse skip a beat. Aeyrstahl said nothing, looking a touch reticent to be handing children weaponry- however, such times were still dangerous and unpredictable. There was a weariness to the Paladin’s eyes, but also a knowing sort of acceptance to what unfolded between them.

The child in question held Myste’ gaze and slowly nodded, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. His first real weapon... He understood the gravity of the gift and sheathed the knife, though he couldn’t hide the wide, toothy smile on his face.

“Never draw your weapon, unless you intend to use it... right?” he parroted, holding the hilt and sheath tightly between his small hands.

Fray shot him a wry, patient sort of quirk of the corner of his mouth that could have been a smile and nodded.

“There’s a good lad.”

#♞ WRITING #ritterblood #Okay I finished it because I'm insane #you don't have to go along with this at all but I just imagined it being like that ha ha #♞ THE HELLFIRE I CRAVE BLOOMING IN MY EYES [DUSKWIGHT]

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thorne93 · 4 years ago

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History Repeats (Part 5)

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)

Word Count: 2039

Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong

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After a grueling day at work, you left to go pick up some aspirin for a headache you’d acquired, and luckily, you’d remember that you'd ran out of meds at home. So you gathered your jacket, purse, told the next shift goodnight as you left. Hayden must’ve slipped in at some point in the night through the lobby because you didn’t see him all night and typically he at least waved to you or asked you to come up, but tonight you hadn’t seen him at all.

You stopped in at the pharmacy closest to work, hoping to pick up the pills and a coke to wash them down with, so that the pills could work while you drove.

After grabbing the pills, you some how ended up on the candy and greeting card aisle, looking for a candy bar to splurge on and maybe grab a stupid card for Hayden, to just thank him for being a sweet friend. Mid way through your long browsing, you heard two people laughing a few aisles over. They weren’t loud, it was just empty in the pharmacy except for the cashier, you, these two people, and one other man you’d passed earlier. You smiled a bit to yourself, happy for the young couple.

That was until the laugh continued and you recognized it.

Frowning, you made your way around the corner of the candy and went over to the source of the sound, your body moving on a mission, against your will. You weren’t sure you were ready for the sight you saw. Jason, and a girl you’d seen maybe once or twice before, in the condom aisle. He had two boxes in his hands and she was laughing and touching all over him.

“Jason?”

His eyes shot up to you as his face lost all humor and the girl turned to you as well, her face starting to falter.

“Y/N,” he breathed, staring at you. “What are you doing here?”

“Headache. Need meds. What’s--uh, what are you doing?” you asked, trying to be polite, a strangled smile painting on your face.

“Just...Uh…” he answered, putting the boxes back on their hooks. “I’m just…”

You shook your head, then nodded. “No, that’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’ll just be going,” you said, smiling and turning, your cheeks turning red with embarrassment and anger and the tears welling in your eyes.

“Y/N, wait,” Jason said as you were turning, he moved past the girl with him and reached you, gently grabbing your arm.

As soon as you looked up at him, he had a sorrowful look on his face and his hand dropped from your arm.

“I’m sorry,” he offered. “We just...we started talking and--”

“Jason...I really don’t need an explanation. We’re not dating anymore.”

“I know but…”

“But it’s only been a little over a month?” you added, a little bit of sting in your voice and guilt colored his expression.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” he asked with a shrug, his hands shoved in his jacket pocket.

“Nothing,” you assured. “I don’t need you to say anything, Jason. You live your life. We broke up for a reason,” you reminded, surprised at how well you were holding together, not crying or your voice cracking.

He nodded, stating, “Yeah, you’re right. We did. We broke up because we aren’t compatible, but me and Samantha, we--”

“Jason, save it,” you said. “I really don’t need to know how I was such an awful girlfriend and she’s fantastic. I get it. You don’t fucking love me. Move on. Jesus, why do you have to pour salt in the wound?” you snapped.

“I’m not trying to do that, Y/N, I just thought you deserved an explanation for--”

“For what? Sleeping with some new chick a month after we get out of a two year relationship? I think the picture is pretty clear, Jason. Thanks though, for belittling my intelligence yet again.”

At that, you turned and stormed off to the counter, grabbing your candy and coke on the way, checking out, and rushing to the car before he could see the tears on your face. As you started the car though, and put it into gear, you didn’t want feel the pull to go home. You didn’t want to go back to the place that was saturated with Jason’s memory. You needed someplace else. But where could you go at one in the morning?

With hope in your chest, you drove out of the parking lot and headed for the hotel, taking your bag of headache remedies and purse with you. You ran through the lobby, earning some looks from staffers and guests alike as you bee lined for the elevators, waiting impatiently for them to descend to pick you up. Finally, it arrived and you slipped inside as fast as possible, luckily, you were the only one on the elevator, and your few tears had already dried. The elevator seemed to have a personal mission to go as slowly as possible, however. The doors closed after what seemed like a decade, and it took twice as long to reach the sixth floor, where you bolted for Hayden’s room.

You stood there and knocked, praying he wasn’t asleep yet. No answer came for a while.

After a few minutes, you gave up, turning and ready to leave when the door unlocked and opened.

“Y/N?” he said, seeming tired.

At the sight of his face, the dam broke, and the tears burst hot onto your face. Ugly weeping began and Hayden’s face went from tired to alarmed.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” he asked as he opened the door wider, letting you come in.

You nodded as you stepped past him, standing in the little entry way of his suite, noticing he was clad in a cute dark green t-shirt and plaid pajama pants.

“Last I checked, sobbing in the middle of the night at a friend’s place isn’t a good sign for ‘okay’,” he said, a small smile pulling at his lips and you couldn’t help but let a small laugh come out at his joke. He walked closer to you and put his hands on your biceps, gently holding you. “Y/N, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“Ja--Ja--Jason,” you stammered, the ugly sobbing continuing.

“Here, come here,” Hayden instructed as he pulled you to the couch. “Do you want water?” he asked.

You shook your head and held up the bag, showing him you had a coke. He took the bag, pulled the drink, got a glass and ice, and poured the drink for you and came back and you sipped the drink.

“Shh...Y/N, calm down, calm down, just...collect your thoughts, take some deep breaths,” he offered, sitting across from you and stroking your back comfortingly.

You took his advice, taking a few deep breaths, sipping the coke, and slowly, the hysterics died down.

“You okay now?” he asked after about five minutes, a friendly smile on his face.

You nodded.

“Do you want to talk about whatever happened?”

You nodded. “I...I was out getting some aspirin for my headache, after work. I heard someone laughing, and I recognized it as Jason so I went over to him...and I find him with Samantha, a girl that used to sort of hang out with his friends, and they’re…” You stopped, feeling your throat swell again. You took a deep breath, stopping the release of fresh sobs. “They were checking out the condoms,” you said, rushing it out of your mouth as your face went into your hands, some more tears coming, but not quite as violent as they had.

Hayden shushed you as he scooted closer and put his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder as you were bent over.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry…” he offered. “That really sucks. He’s a dick,” he responded.

You slowly sat up and his arms dropped from you as you shook your head.

“No. He's not. He’s got a right to date or do whatever he’s doing...It’s just that it’s only a month after we broke up and he’s already moving on? What does that say about us? I mean...we were together for two years. If it was six months, I could see it, sure we weren’t that close. But we lived together, we shared a life, we talked about getting married.”

“I can’t imagine how much this hurts you,” he said. “But if it’s any consolation, he’s an idiot.”

You laughed at his comment. “No, he’s not,” you said.

“No, he really is. You don’t just leave someone and then start dating a month later. Like you said, you two were pretty serious for a long time. If he’s sleeping with her, then...you know, maybe it’s been going on for more than just tonight, ya know? Either way, it’s really shitty what he did and you didn’t deserve that, so I’m sorry that happened.”

You waved it off. “The worst part was how he went on to say how good he and Samantha were, and how we weren’t compatible.”

“What? He said that?”

“Verbatim. I saw it, told him I was sorry for intruding, and as I was leaving he made it a point to try and explain to me why he was with her, what he was doing, as if I was a fucking idiot. I know what he’s doing with her, there’s no point to rub it in.”

“God...You know, I know you’re hurting, but in all honesty, I’m glad you’re not with him any more, he seems like a grade a asshole who doesn’t deserve your time,” he noted.

“Thanks,” you said as you took his hand and squeezed, smiling at him and he smiled back. “I know...That little comment tonight reminded me of how he always made me feel stupid and...worthless, you know? But it’s whatever. He’s moving on and so am I.”

Hayden nodded and smiled at you. “Good. You should.”

After a moment of staring at your newly found best friend, you came to your senses. “I’m really sorry for bothering you,” you suddenly offered, shaking your head and standing. “I shouldn’t be here bugging you in the middle of the night.”

“Woah, woah, where are you going?” Hayden asked as he stood with you.

“Home. My headache is worse now that I cried and haven’t taken anything. I’ll just go home and crash,” you said with a sigh.

“Wait, why don’t you just take the aspirin here, and when you’re feeling better, you can go home? I don’t want you driving when you’re upset and still have a headache.”

“That’s nice but no, I’ll be okay,” you assured.

“Really...If you left here upset, and something happened because I let you go, I’d never forgive myself. Just stay, relax,” he instructed.

“Okay, but just for a little bit,” you said as you took off your jacket and got the aspirin out, taking it with the coke. “Care if I lay down for a minute?”

“Go for it,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the bedroom, housing two beds.

“Thanks,” you murmured as you wandered over and gently sat down, then laid down, getting comfortable and trying to ease your throbbing head.

After a while, you hadn’t realized you were drifting off to sleep. You must’ve been so tired from the long day, headache, and the Jason ordeal, to really notice. Hayden heard your breathing as it went from normal to sleeping, even, soft breaths. He was on his bed, playing on his phone, trying not to make noise or disturb you. At the sound of your slumber though, a soft smile grew on his face as he glanced over to you.

He got up and went to the closet to grab an extra blanket he had requested a long time ago, draping it over you.

“Night, Y/N,” he softly said as he crawled into his bed, clicking out the lights and quickly falling asleep in the darkness, letting the sounds of your breathing lull him to a comfortable sleep.

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livesincerely · 4 years ago

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it’s beginning to look a lot like... ch.3

Also on Ao3. Chapter two here.

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The Sixth Christmas

Jack nudges the door shut with his shoulder, stopping to stomp his boots against the mat in the entryway before making his way into the kitchen.

His boys have been plenty busy in the half hour he’s been gone: Davey, Tony, and Charlie are gathered around the kitchen table in what has clearly become the designated Latke Zone. Charlie is sitting on top of the table, grating the last of the peeled potatoes, his brow furrowed in careful concentration, and Davey’s talking Tony through dicing an onion, instructing, “—and you keep your knuckles curled under like this, see, so you don’t cut your fingers.”

The scene is underscored by the soft hum of Christmas carols playing on the radio and the flurry of snow visible through the window. Jack lingers in the doorway for a moment, a smile spreading across his face of its own accord as he takes it all in, fingers itching for a pen and paper.

He shakes the daydream away.

“Delivery,” Jack announces, setting the grocery bags on the counter top.

“Hey, Jack,” Davey greets, then has to catch Tony’s wrist in his hand when he starts to wave while holding his knife. “Careful, Tones.”

“Sorry,” Tony says sheepishly. “Hi, Jack.”

“How’s it goin’?”

“Pretty good so far,” Davey says letting Tony get back to his task. “I think we’ve almost got everything ready. Did you have any trouble finding the schmaltz?”

“I think I got whatcha wanted,” Jack says, rubbing his hand along the back of his neck. Davey had given him the name and address of the kosher butcher he’d needed to go to and told him exactly what to ask for, and yet he’s still worried he’s messed it up somehow. “But I can run back out if it ain’t right.”

Davey peeks into the grocery bags, unearths the container, and gives an approving nod.

“Perfect,” he says. “Thanks Jackie.”

It’s a little embarrassing how quickly those simple words make the flutter in Jack’s chest steady and settle.

“Yeah, no problem,” he answers.

“Davey, is this enough potato?” Charlie pipes up, shaking a cramp out of his hand, gesturing at the mound of potato piled in front of him.

Davey moves over, staring down at the mass with a critical eye.

“Yeah, that should be plenty,” he says, scooping the potatoes up and dumping them out onto a dishtowel.

“I think this is done too,” Tony says, carefully scraping the bits of onion that have stuck to his knife off onto the cutting board.

“Looks good,” Davey says. He sweeps a few stray potato pieces off of Charlie’s shirt and into the trash can that’s been positioned next to the table, leans down to press a quick kiss to the top of his head, then goes back over to Tony and gives him the same treatment. “Great work, boys.”

“Do you need anythin’ else?” Tony asks, glowing faintly at the praise.

“I think I’ve got it from here,” Davey says, ruffling his hair. “But thank you for helping me.”

“You’re welcome,” Charlie chirps with a wide smile, hopping down from the table.

“Welcome,” Tony echoes. “Can we watch TV now?”

“Wash your hands,” Davey reminds them, spreading the onions out onto the same dishcloth with the potatoes, folding the mixture up in the towel and patting the moisture out. “But go ahead.”

As the boys skip away, Jack steps into the bit of clear space at Davey’s side.

“Anythin’ else need doin’?” he asks.

“Can you grab the eggs for me?” Davey replies. “And the flour and the baking powder?”

“Got it.”

Davey gets the batter mixed together, seasoning it all with a good helping of salt and pepper, then carries the bowl into the kitchen, the container of schmaltz tucked under his arm. He sets a cast iron skillet on the stove and turns on the eye, scoops out a hardy spoonful of fat and lets it melt, then pours some oil over top.

“It’s good of you to do all’a this,” Jack says, as Davey drops the latke batter into the pan with a sizzling hiss.

“It would’ve been good of me to remember to ask Mama if I could borrow some of her schmaltz before we left last night,” Davey says with a scoff, prodding at the batter with his spatula, flattening the drops out into little disks. “Then I wouldn’t’ve had to send you out to the store in this godforsaken weather.”

“Nah, I don’t mind,” Jack says, shaking his head. “I mean, you’re the one that’s doing the hard part. And when you didn’t have’ta.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Davey says, adjusting the temperature of the eye. “I just hope they turn out alright. Mama has this way of getting them perfectly crispy on the outside while keeping the insides soft⁠—I haven’t quite mastered it. But hopefully the boys won’t mind.”

“They’ll like them because you’re the one making ‘em,” Jack says, trying a different tactic. “Because you’re making ‘em special, just for them.”

“Well, they asked me to,” Davey says simply, still not getting it. “It’s not like I mind.”

“But you’re still goin’ outta your way,” Jack counters. “I mean, they gorged themselves on the things last night, practically ate your folks outta house and home, then woke up this mornin’ beggin’ for more, and even though we didn’t have the ingredients for ‘em, plus the fact that Hanukkah ended yesterday and half the city’s closed for Christmas, you still made it happen. I’m jus’ sayin’, it’s a nice thing to do.”

“Jackie, it’s just latkes,” Davey says, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t need to thank me, or whatever it is you’re trying to do⁠—”

“But I do need to thank you,” Jack insists, frustrated with his inability to get his point across. “I do ‘cause it’s… because I…”

He doesn’t know how to explain, doesn’t have the words to encapsulate how nice this all is, how different, yet familiar, and impossibly better this holiday season has been than all the others: how great it was to have someone to help him with holiday shopping, how much he loved getting to hang strings of blue and white lights across their balcony and put their first Christmas tree up in the living room, how every time he sees Davey’s menorah sitting on the coffee table with his and the boys’ stockings hanging on the wall behind the couch, he can’t help but smile, how strange and exciting it was to get roped into⁠ the Jacobs’ Hanukkah traditions—not asked, not invited, but folded right in, like it was never a question at all⁠ that he and the boys would be a part of it all—how he’d nearly cried last night, watching Les walk Tony and Charlie through their first game of dreidel, because he’s just been so desperately happy that he feels like he might burst with it.

And right at the center of it all is Davey: the best friend and co-parent and partner that Jack could’ve ever wanted or asked for. He’s so thankful, every single goddamn day of his life, to have Davey at his side.

Jack wants to tell him, wants him to know how deeply appreciated he is, but he can’t figure out how to phrase it. There just aren’t words to encompass the depth of this feeling.

How could there be?

But Davey looks at him and seems to read the heart of the matter right off of Jack’s face. His expression softens, his eyes warm with tender affection, and he curls his free hand around Jack’s forearm and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s okay, Jack,” he says with a soft smile. “Really. Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay,” Jack says hesitantly. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” Davey promises. “You and Tony and Charlie? You’re family. You don’t need to thank me.”

Jack swallows heavily, throat thick with sudden emotion. “Alright,” he whispers.

Blinking through the sting in his eyes, he continues, “Uh... speakin’ of family, are we still goin’ back up to your folks’ place for New Year’s?”

Davey watches him a second longer, a hint of concern in his gaze, but he lets Jack change the subject without comment because he’s good like that.

“That’s what Mama said when she called this morning,” Davey answers, sliding the first set of latkes out of the pan and onto a wire rack to drain. “Though, she mentioned that if the weather ends up being bad, then she’d understand if we decided to stay in.”

“Are we supposed to be getting a lot more snow?” Jack asks, confused.

“Like, two inches, maybe, the night before,” Davey says. “I tried to tell her that, even if it does snow, the roads and sidewalks would be clear by New Year’s Eve, but you know how she is.”

“Well, we’ll see how it goes,” Jack says, fingers creeping casually towards the fresh stake of latkes as Davey gets the next set frying.

Davey slaps his hand away without a hint of mercy. “Don’t even try it, Kelly.”

“Aw, Dave,” Jack whines. “Where’s your holiday spirit?’

“Holiday spirit isn’t gonna keep you from burning the shit out of your mouth,” Davey says. “There should still be some gelt in the cabinet above the fridge if you want something to snack on while these finish.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Jack says.

He finds the bag of chocolate coins and immediately unwraps three of them and crams them into his mouth.

“Do we need to bring anything?” Jack asks. “That’s like, the thing to do, it’nit?”

“We could bring a small something,” Davey says, working his spatula under a latke and flipping it. “Mama will have the mains covered, but we could bring cookies or chips? Maybe a liter of soda? I’ll ask her when she calls next.”

“Or, we could make somethin’ too, couldn’t we?” Jack says.

“Do you want to make something?” Davey asks, stealing a piece of gelt from Jack’s pile, tearing away the foil, and placing it right on the center of his tongue with a teasing smirk. Jack’s stomach jolts and jitters. “We can if you want to.”

“I could make a pan of cheesecake brownies,” Jack suggests, opening up another piece and offering it to him, watching the way Davey’s lips close delicately around the chocolate coin. “The ones I made when we first moved in? Do you think they’d like ‘em?”

“Those were fucking fantastic,” Davey says. “If they don’t like them, I’m perfectly fine eating them all myself.” He pauses, head tilting to the side. “You should make extras, so we can keep some here.”

Jack laughs. “Okay, remind me to get extra butter when we go to the store next and I’ll handle it.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Davey agrees, turning to Jack with a smile⁠—a gorgeous little thing that lights up his whole face⁠—and as he does, Jack notices a dark smudge on the side of his mouth.

“Oh, wait, you’ve got a bit of chocolate...” Jack says, reaching up without thinking about it, and he doesn’t realize what he’s doing until after he’s already dragged his thumb across the corner of Davey’s mouth, stopping to rest right on the fullest part of his lower lip, his forefinger curled under Davey’s chin.

Davey looks back at him, his expression slack with surprise and his cheeks a bit pink. He’s probably wondering what the hell Jack is doing. Jack’s wondering much the same.

“There,” Jack rasps out, finally connecting the broken fuse in his brain that’s responsible for all his terrible, terrible decisions and dropping his hand from Davey’s face. “That’s better.”

What Jack should do next his wipe his hands clean or give ‘em a quick rinse in the sink or, hell, take a cleaver and chop ‘em off at the wrist⁠—anything except for what he does next, which is his stick his thumb in his mouth and swirl his tongue around it, licking it clean.

Davey’s eyes go a touch wider, his face flushing that much deeper. He clears his throat a few times, looking distinctly flustered⁠; Jack can’t even imagine what he’s thinking⁠—he’s probably embarrassed on Jack’s behalf.

“Thanks,” Davey eventually gets out.

“No problem,” Jack breathes back.

“Uh…” says Tony.

Jack stumbles back a step, his and Davey’s heads whipping around to look: Tony’s standing just behind them, eyes darting back and forth between him and Davey. He holds up the glass in his hand, which is almost empty.

“I need some more juice?” Tony says, but his voice lilts up at the end in question.

“Sure,” Jack says, running a hand through his hair. The back of his neck feels hot, his heart pounding against his ribcage. “Yeah, sure, bud.”

“So, can I get into the fridge?” Tony asks.

“Go ahead,” Jack says.

Tony looks at him like he’s a complete moron. “Jack, you’re blocking the fridge.”

“Right,” Jack says, moving to the side. He accidentally bumps into Davey and his hands dart out instinctively to steady him, but he rethinks the impulse mid-motion, diverting at the last second and stuffing his hands in his pockets instead. “Sorry! Sorry, I’ll just⁠—” He backs up the other way and knocks into Tony. “Sorry! I can⁠— I’ll go⁠— I’ll just stand over here.”

“Idiota,” Tony mutters under his breath as he passes.

“Cállate, Tonio,” Jack hisses back.

“The latkes are done,” Davey announces, mercifully oblivious to the exchange. His face is still distinctly pink. “Someone get Charlie.”

“I’ll go,” Jack offers immediately, latching onto the excuse. He needs a second away from Davey and his stupidly pretty eyes. “Dish me up a plate?”

“Do you want applesauce?” Davey asks.

Jack pauses, frowning. “Do we got any sour cream?”

“You absolute heathen,” Davey says mildly, and he’s starting to sound a bit more like himself, his voice dropping back into its usual register instead of the panicked squeak from before. “Les got to you, didn’t he?”

“Sour cream, cielito,” Jack says, the pet name slipping out without him meaning it to. Tony hits him with a look that’s twice as judgmental as the previous one. “Pretty please?”

“Fine,” Davey grumbles lightly. “I guess if I have to.”

“You’re the light of my life, Dave,” Jack says.

Tony sighs, loudly. Jack’s ears burn.

“Be right back,” he mutters, then he turns on his heel and flees before he can embarrass himself any further.

Jesus Christ.

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Chapter four here.

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years ago

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Part 28

Summary: John B. is back, and with a surprise....

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I probably would have fainted had it not been for my immediate reaction to be to tackle my brother. I hugged him fiercely, sobbing in his arms. His arms were wound tight around me, his tears soaking my shirt. Kie and Pope joined our hug, all of us crying at that point. We all pulled away, I lifted my hand to John B.’s face to stroke his cheek where the tears had fell.

“What the fuck John B.” I said, letting out a watery laugh.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you, all of you.” he said, wiping at his face.

“Where have you been? We thought you were dead!” Kie yelled, whacking him upside the head.

“Where’s Sarah?” I asked.

“I’m here,” she said, my eyes widened at the little belly that was poking from her tank top.

“Oh...my...god.” I mumbled, looking at my brother.

“Yeah soooo, Sarah is prego. Obviously it’s mine...” John B. said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“WHAT THE FUCK JOHN BOOKER ROUTLEDGE?!” I screeched.

“Ok, so this might not have been the best way to tell you all. I fucking told you she wouldn’t take this well Sarah,” John B. sighed.

“I really don’t even know what to say...How do you plan to raise this child? And with what money?” I asked, furry leaking all through my body. I was so angry with him, I could have beat the shit out of him if I wasn’t so happy he was alive.

“I heard you say you got money from Ward?” John B. said, clearly confused.

“That is for Barry, he’s got JJ. We’re trying to come up with a plan to get him back, Barry said the money isn’t good enough.” I said, my eyes starting to water again.

“That son of a bitch!” John B. yelled, kicking over a chair.

“So what’s the plan?” Sarah asked.

“Oh no, you aren’t coming.” I said immediately.

“What? Why not?” Sarah asked.

“Ummm you’re pregnant and we are going chasing after a drug dealer Sarah. Don’t be a dumb bitch.” I said, angry that she thought to put herself in danger when she’s carrying a human inside her.

“Kie, you’re on baby mama duty,” John B. said, Kie rolling her eyes in response.

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John B., Pope, and I pulled up to Barry’s house, seeing the local druggies hanging out in front. I spotted JJ’s dad, a spark of hope igniting. I jumped out of the van, the boys following behind me.

“Well lookie here, my boy’s little girlfriend.” Luke slurred, his voice making me cringe.

“Do you know where JJ is Luke?” John B. asked, stepping in front of me slightly.

“Why would I know where my piece of shit son is John?” Luke asked, trying to stand but ended up sitting back down.

“Barry has him, I know that you know about the 25k JJ took. You beat the shit out of him for it so cut the shit Luke, where is he.” I demanded, stepping from behind JB to get right in front of Luke.

“You think you can talk to me like that Miss Routledge?” he asked, tilting his head. He stood up to his full height, but I didn’t back down.

“I’ll talk to you however I want to for hurting JJ you bastard,” I spat out.

“You little bitch!” Luke gritted through his teeth.

“Go ahead, hit me. But remember something Luke, I almost killed Rafe Cameron with just my bare hands. I also have two boys who would do anything for me at my back, so think on that before your next move.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I see why my JJ likes you missy,” Luke said, smirking. I gagged internally, but kept a stone cold expression.

“He stopped being your JJ the first time you laid hands on him Luke, now tell us where he is.” John B. piped in.

“Come with me,” Luke said, gesturing for us to follow him.

We walked in Barry’s house, memories of the last we were here flooding through my brain. I was disgusted by the amount of drugs just laying around everywhere. There were people just passed out in the kitchen, in the living room, and even in the bathroom that we passed. Luke grabbed an index card, writing down an address on it.

“I don’t know if this is where he’s holding JJ, but it’s the last place I heard him say he had something special to drop off.” Luke grumbled, shoving the card at me.

“So you’re just sitting here getting high while your son was kidnapped and tortured by a drug dealer?” Pope asked, surprising John B. and I.

“It’s what he gets for messing with the wrong people.” Luke said, shrugging his shoulders.

“You’re disgusting,” I said, turning to usher the boys out.

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“I’m so scared guys, who knows what they did to him.” I said, starting to wring my hands together nervously.

“Hey, it’s gonna be ok Bubba. We’ll give Barry the money, and that will be the end of it.” John B. said, grabbing my hands.

“Rafe saw me leave his house, he knows I took their money. They will be after us next Birdie.” I croaked, my bottom lip wobbling from the tears threatening to come.

“Then we will deal with it, we always have a plan.” Pope said, patting my shoulder.

“Let’s go get our boy.” JB said, exiting the van.

We walked to the building, not seeing a soul outside. It looked like an old warehouse building. We opened the first door we saw, peaking our heads in. The room was empty, we tiptoed inside. I strained my ears to pick up any sounds, then I heard something. It sounded like a cry I thought, but I couldn’t be sure.

“Shhh did you hear that?” I whispered, hearing the noise again. It was definitely JJ, I would know his voice anywhere. We ran to where I heard the noise, scrambling up the stairs trying to follow the sound. We found the room, my heart dropping at the sight.

JJ was tied to a chair, his hands and feet bloody. His face beaten and bruised, one of his arms definitely looked broken. I could see tiny cuts all across his body, a large gaping wound by his ribs. Rafe was standing above him, his sinister grin on display. His hands were bloody, I assumed from the many of times he hit JJ. I lost all control of myself as I bounded towards them.

“JJ!” I screamed. Rafe jumps, turning towards us.

“The Pogue princess, and I see you brought some guests.” Rafe smiled, blocking my way of JJ.

I tried to push past him, but Rafe got a steady foot on the floor to shove me to the ground. The air left me as my back hit the ground first. John B. charged at Rafe, Pope helping me off the ground.

“Angel, I hope you brought me my money.” Barry smiled as he entered the room.

“All 25k asshole,” I sneered, tossing the backpack at him. I inched my way closer to JJ, handing him the pocket knife I brought with me.

“So we can take JJ now right?” Pope asked hopefully.

“I’m glad you all are here actually, I need some new trading toys since I’m running low...Maybank was going to serve as it, but he’s not pretty now.” Barry cackled, motioning for his men to come in.

“We had a deal!” I shouted, backing closer to JJ.

“Deals are meant to be broken Angel,” Barry smirked.

“NO!” I wailed as one of his men grabbed me.

All four of us were dragged to the main room we entered. We were all sat down in chairs, our hands zip tied together. I tried to get up again, but was prevented by the goon behind me that shoved my shoulder down so hard there was a loud popping noise. I screamed as my shoulder was dislocated.

“Stop!” JJ yelled, wiggling in his chair.

“Barry!” John B. yelled.

“Tsk tsk, you need to learn when to do as your told Angel.” Barry sighed, pulling my chin up.

“Fuck you,” I whispered, spitting in his face. He nodded to one of his men who came to the front of me, picking up my injured leg. “Stop!” I cried, trying to wiggle out of his hold.

The man squeezed and twisted my leg, ripping my stitches open. I couldn’t even scream from the pain, my ears rang as the pain washed through my body. Black was aligning my vision, I could hear the guys shouting. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion, until it all stopped. I heard scuffling and more shouting, I tuned everything out as I tried to focus on staying awake. I could feel the blood oozing out of my leg and down to the floor, my shoulder aching at every movement of my arm.

“Baby, stay with me ok.” JJ said, appearing in my line of vision.

“JJ, I found you” I whispered, tears leaking out of corner of my eyes.

“You did baby, you found me.” he sniffled, brushing some hair out of my face. He kissed my cheek, smiling down at me.

“I...I love you...JJ...Maybank.” I slurred, feeling so close to passing out.

“No, no baby I need you to stay awake ok. This is going to hurt, but I have to stop your leg bleeding ok?” he said, I nodded. I grunted as he tied a shirt right above where the blood was coming from, ceasing the blood flow to my leg.

“I’m cold JJ” I uttered, feeling my teeth chatter.

“I know baby, help is coming ok? Please stay with me.” JJ cried, tears leaking from his beautiful blue eyes. I felt something sticky on my hand, looking to see blood dripping from JJ’s wound on his stomach.

“JJ, y-you” I gasped out.

“Shhh baby, it’s ok. I’m fine it’s just a scratch.” he whispered, kissing my lips quickly.

“Let’s go” I heard my brother say. I yelped in pain as the boys hefted me up, John B. taking over carrying me while Pope had JJ. “Easy Bubba, I gotcha.” John B. huffed.

I was sat in JJ’s lap in the back of the van, Pope gunning it back to the hospital.

“Haven’t we been here before?” I let out a watery laugh, taking a shaking hand to brush against JJ’s cheek.

“I love you so much sweets” JJ laughed, wiping at his eyes.

“You’re alright blondie” I teased, trying to smile at him.

“I’m sorry about everything my love” JJ whispered.

“It’s ok J, everything will be alright now.” I whispered back.

“Will it?” he asked.

The truth is, I had no idea if things would ever go back to normal...

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