#NOT BECAUSE OR SORELY CUS OF THE TWO BOYS FUCK

[professorsta]

Hey not to be a person with opinions who sticks to them (i know ugh right) but i liked what watcher was producing. The editing was crazy good the cinematography beautiful, all things i enjoyed much more than two boys sitting behind a desk. I have adhd bitch, half the time I'd zone out during bfu cus there was nothing but talking. Aint anyone the same so don't Speak For Me motherfucker. Weird and or Wonderful is a big budget project that I love. You can love the charm of youtube videos all you want, but I can like it when shit looks fucking clean, with great cinematography, and overarching plots/ideas. I guess y'all just weren't Watcher fans. Just bfu fans. And even then i think you just wanted a friend and projected that onto shane and ryan, lol

[oimitocat]

IF I TOUCH YA… | OS

༘۠ anton x m!reader

༘۠ nonidol! au + swimmer!anton + swimmer!reader + rivals with benefits + angst + nsfw + shower sex + technically public sex

༘۠ a/n: i’m still new to riize, please spare me. i’m sorry if this suck, i’m literally trying to get back into my writing mojo. [i’m trying because shotaro and sungchan redebuted ;( ] angst cus i LOVE angst ;)

“DAMNIT!” you growl, slamming your fist against the shower door.

anton, anton, anton.

that’s the only thing— the only name bouncing around your head. the (beautiful) idiot beat you by a—

“SECOND. A FUCKING SECOND!” you fume, the hot water running down your back doesn’t help, the steam giving you comedic energy with your emotions.

it’s a reoccurring situation, you beat him one day, he beats you another day. yet this whole week he’s been beating you by mere seconds.

“n/n…” his soft voice comes out from outside the shower stall.

“what.” you grunt, angrily scrubbing the shampoo in your hair.

you know he’s standing outside, fidgeting. what you don’t know is how fast his heart is racing, how anxious he is at the sound of you being so angry. he knows you’re competitive, he is too, yet he had always hoped it wouldn’t affect the friendship or companionship he was trying to have with you.

“the hell do you want, lee?”

he takes a deep breath, glancing back at the shower room door. almost everyone had left, except the coach which said he’ll go to his office and watch his anime.

“are you going to sulk like a sore loser or go home de-stressed?”

he jolts when your door flies open with a slam. you’re glaring at him but his eyes fly down, below your hips. he’s not hiding anything, why would he? he came inside the shower room with purpose, no towel on with purpose.

“so that wasn’t a one time thing?” you question, raising a brow.

he hesitates, looking around and playing innocent. “did you want it to?”

he gasps when you yank him by the wrist. he’s genuinely surprised at how fast you accepted the invitation, he thought you’d put up more of a fight but no, clearly you wanted your vengeance. he almost pushes you away, but your lips on his is just a beautiful feeling. this is the only time you actually give him something other than a glare or competitive comments. he’s all bark no bite, this is exactly how you two tangoed the first time, except that time you only took a blowjob from him.

left his throat sore and his tongue felt heavy during the entirety of the next day, the ghost of your dick in his mouth there.

he’s not a virgin, by no means, but he’s never done something this crazy. fucking in the shower room? what if someone forgot their shampoo or something and tries to come in? what if their coach decided to do his job and actually check up on you two for once?

you grip his hips, pushing him against the stall wall, the water still running. your lips are over his neck, nipping and kissing. he gets lost in that sensation, his hands coming up to mess with your wet hair.

your body is hot, the water burning your skin. he’s not a hot shower person, so apart from him already feeling sweaty in your hands, the steam isn’t helping with his libido. he tugs at your hair when you trail down his chest and stomach. his hips twitch forward as you go lower. he’s so hard it’s embarrassing.

“don’t look at me as if i’d help you with it.”

and you embarrass him. of course you do.

“you clean?” you ask as you come back up and eye his plush, wet lips.

his eyes are naturally doe, you almost find it cute. (who are you kidding, it absolutely is. you wanna to destroy him, corrupt him so bad).

“yeah,” his voice is always soft, yet you fell in love with how hoarse and raspy you can make it sound.

“fine, let me show you how much you piss me off,” you growl, placing your hands behind his thighs and swooping him up in one swift movement.

you grunt, forgetting how tall and built this boy is. he cling to you out of fear, his heart racing. this is new to him and doing it with you just brings out a rush he never new he’d experience. yet, despite the arousal and sexual hunger, he eyes you with a hint of perplexion. are you joking? you don’t actually get pissed off at him, right? but of what? him beating you lately or his existence in general?

he can’t ponder about it for more than a mere second before your fingers spread his cheeks apart. he hooks his ankles behind you, securing himself in your hold as you push in. you make a small, almost silent noise when your tip pushes the moist gland.

“h-hold on, grab me right,” he gasps as his arms wrap around your neck again.

“this isn’t easy, idiot,” you huff, “you’re not exactly small or light.”

he closes his eyes when some water drips from the top of his head. yet, when he feels you thrust he snaps them open and gasps.

“fuck, you’re so warm,” you grunt, pulling him down by the hips to slam into him.

it’s taking everything in you to hoist him up and move him. a hardcore arm workout, but one you know you’ll enjoy. you place a soft kiss, contrasting your brutal movements, onto his wet skin, making him moan— his neck is sensitive to kisses. especially with how wet and hot yours are.

from the rush in the moment, you build the pace and stamina to fuck him into the wall. his arms tighten around you, his airy moans echoing softly. he’s trying to be silent just in case, or at least you think. is he always this soft voiced? you grin— could you make him get loud?

you pull out entirely before slamming back inside. his breath hitches and his eyes snap open again.

“ah- oh fuck-!” he squeaks as you slam him down onto you.

his dick flops uselessly between the two of you. your fingers dig into the softness of his flesh in his ass, nails digging into him. you’ll leave marks, he knows it. yet, that’s what he’s hoping for, because where you’ll look at him nasty for doing the drills perfectly or getting praised for his renewed charts , he’ll know those marks happened when you looked at him with something other than hate.

you aim like you’re on a mission, which you are. the wet sound of skin against skin bounces around the shower walls. the running water isn’t loud enough anymore— you’re grunting as you chase your high and anton is letting out high pitched whines.

he presses his cheek against the side of your face. you feel so good, he can feel you splitting him open. he can feel the warmth of your dick inside his equally warm walls.

“y-y/n, you feel so good,” he pants out. “guess you’re good at something.”

fuck. that literally pissed you off. like, maybe not exactly in a way where his words irked you, but in the sense that it drove you to keep proving him right since he clearly wants to be right.

he grunts and moans when you get brutal. you’re growling and digging your nails into his skin.

“ah, ah,” his thighs twitch around your waist, a clear sign he’s getting close and sensitive.

you let out heavy breaths, a gruttal moan leaves your throat as you feel your climax building.

“imagine coach comes in here and sees his best swimmer getting fucked like a slut,” you cackle between your grunts. you feels his hole clench around you and you can’t help but feel amused at that. “you wanna get caught being a slut? what would the school think?” his breathing turns more erratic, “what would your daddy think?”

“fuck- y/n stop,” he tries but you just feel so good slamming into him that he just sounds stupid.

“the district stars fucking in the shower rooms, what a header,” you grin as you push your hips flush into his reddened ass cheeks, spilling deep into him.

he shudders, your warm seed sending him over the edge. he can’t even bask in the post-orgasm for a second because you pull out and set him back on his feet. you feel the pull in your shoulder blades, this is going to be embedded in your muscles for a while. yet you don’t find yourself showing any shred of care for him when you notice how wobbly his legs are.

“just watch, i’ll make sure you become a good fuck more than a good swimmer, lee.” you grunt, stepping out of the shower stall while glaring at him.

his heart aches, but he just throws you a lazy, lustful smile. because he knows that as long as he beats you, you’ll take out your anger on him.

and that would mean he’ll mean something to you. one way or another.

[yakshamenogias]

DUMBFOUNDED

Ft. Inumaki Toge & AMAB!Reader

KINKTOBER RATING - SLOPPY

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"Fuh-Fuck! P-Please! M-Muh!" He cried, squeezing your shoulders with his small, pale hands. You chuckled in turn, choosing to tease him rather than comfort him. "Oh c'mon baby.. You begged to top me and now you've gone limp." You cooed, bottoming out inside of the white-haired male. You two sat naked on top of Toge's bed, "celebrating" the large scholarship you both earned for your third years of university. As always, though, your boyfriend had to get too aroused for his own good. "Mmf- F.. Fuck.. me.. as h-hard as yh-you whant~.." He didn't mean to say it. Not at all. He wanted you to be softer, he was in pain. His insides felt like they would burst. He had nearly came just from your size. And now, now he was going to feel the pain of his horny stupidity. Because he had put you in a trance. You couldn't think for yourself. Your eyes rolled over white, and you leaned up off your back, wrapping your arms around his waist. The poor boy couldn't even comprehend what he had done until it was too late. He practically screamed, arching his back as you pounded out every sense of self-control in his body. His ass had reddened from the harsh beating of your skin against his. "A-AH! Cu-Cuminnn'!!" Tears fell from his eyes as your body refused to stop for Inumaki. It took him three and a half hours to fully utter the word he desperately needed. "Sah-Stop!!" He cried, unconsciousness nearly overtaking his body as you paused, sweat dripping down your chin. Your eyes rolled back to their natural appearance before assessing the situation. There was white everywhere. Leaking down the bedsheets. Splattered on both of your chests. "You.. Poor baby~.. No more, right?" "N-No mh-more.." "You still deserve a punishment for cursing me, you understand?" He shook his head frantically, drooling down to his chest. "Hmhm.. I'll take that as a yes." You purred, slipping your sore dick out and a small vibrator in. Powering it to the max, you handcuffed Inumaki's wrists to the bedframe before leaving the room. "I'll be back in about three hours~!" He screamed, toes curling and back arching at the draining vibrations of his already exhausted body. His body was in pain, there was no possible way he could feel his ass for another week after the shit you've just pulled.

[anonymous0writer]

Jail Bird

Author: @anonymous0writer​

Warnings: Swearing. Police stuff. Ward Cameron. (Lol) Inferences to sex. And horrible writing. I’m so sorry!

Requested: Yes! 

“Can u do a jj fic where y/n is in an interrogation room with the police and that’s where she first sees jj. He sees her surfing and stuff, she is new to the outer banks . She’s really in some deep stuff with ward cameron that’s he wants out of but the cops listen to him. Jj helps her escape and they flirt and talk. She admits ward is trying to control her. He can’t stay at John B’s so JJ let’s her spend the night at his house. But then the dad catches them,”

Summary: You just moved to Outer Banks, but you’re already in deep shit. You’re fathers a dirty business man, and he and Ward Cameron have been in a feud for years. And you’re stuck in the middle. Until a certain blonde in the next cell over offers to help.

A/N: This is long! Sorry! It was so fun to write though!! I love things like this. Also, I know a cop really wouldn’t let both kids out, but Peterkin’s done it before and I took ‘liberties’ with the story. :) 

I hope this was close to what you wanted!!!! It’s not my best writing, and I didn’t go into very much detail cus it’d make it wayyyyy too long but, I hope it’s close and you enjoyed!

“Name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” 

“Age.”

“Don’t you have this on a file or something?” You protest, but the officer gives you a hard look. “Seventeen in a month.”

“Good. Now we’re going to ask you a few questions,” 

You rolled your eyes. You’ve done this before. In your old town, you weren’t a stranger to shop lifting here and there. But this was new. You’ve never been in an interrogation room before. Or handcuffed. And if you weren’t in a police station, you’d be up for the kink. But this was serious. But this situation pissed you off. You’d literally just moved to Outer Banks. And now you were already at the police station. Your mother would be pissed. 

You smirked at the officer. He glared, and seated himself across from you. You shifted in your cold metal seat, wrists tugging at the cuffs digging into your flesh. You winced slightly as your skin was rubbed raw.

“Why were you at the Cameron’s house?”

“I wasn’t. I was unpacking my room. I just moved here.” 

If there was one thing you learned from dealing with the cops was that they assumed you were lying or had something to hide if you gave short responses. More information, they would ease up a little more. 

“When?”

“On the fifth. So, two weeks ago.” You replied. 

“Have you been here for two weeks?”

“No. I was going back and forth with my brother from our old house, in Virginia. We were still getting furniture and everything while my parents got everything ready here.”

“Who are your parents?”

You gave him a look. When he arrested you, he should’ve looked who you were already. You had a record after all. Which you were half proud of in any other situation, but now, it didn’t help. 

“Derrick and Ellen Y/L/N.” You answered since the cop didn’t let up. 

You glared at your cuffs, they were hurting. Your skin was rimmed with angry red circles. You tugged at them in a vague attempt to get them off. 

“Can you get these off? They’re starting to itch.”

“No.”

You huffed. Rude. You silently asked yourself how you ended up here. 

~

It all started a month ago. You had a small house in Virginia, but your parents were looking for houses in North Carolina. 

You’re father was a business man. You knew he dabbled in very shady things, but tried to stay out of it. So when your parents announced you were moving, you were suspicious. After all, they chose the rich rich side of the Outer Banks. There was no way your father had gotten that money realistically that fast. Your father wasn’t a good man. But your mother was, but she was blind to him and his dealings. You think. 

So a week later, you were practically all packed up. At least the essentials you need for your new house in OBX. You were going to buy new furniture. But only for the kitchen, dining, and living room. Because those were ‘show’ rooms. Rooms other people would see. 

So after you officially moved, it was you and your brother Ian’s job to get the beds and other furniture. The big stuff you kept. So over the week and a half, you and Ian kept going back and forth. So you only had a couple days to finish your room and explore your new home. 

But you’d been dragged into the police station two days later. 

And you had a big suspicion it was Ward Cameron’s doing. 

Ward Cameron. King Kook of OBX. Your father and him had a rivalry for a long time. Your father used to live in OBX on the Cut, and he grew up with Ward. They were enemies through out high school. And they grew to have rival businesses. You knew Ward wasn’t a good guy. Even remotely, but you were sure at least a little bit of the fortune he had was actually worked for. Unlike your father.

So moving to the birthplace of your father and the home of Ward Cameron was bound to have issues. 

But you barely had time to settle into life as  Kook in the Outer Banks. You weren’t used to such a big house. Or the maid. Or the pool, or money. Of course it was fake or dirty, but still. A Kook is a Kook. But in reality, you were a Pogue posing as a Kook.

~

“Alright, we’re going to put you in a cell while we contact your parents.” The officer grunted, gripping your arm as he lead you to the holding cells. 

He let you walk in by yourself and closed the door. Immediately you gripped the bars. 

“Oh come on, man! Can’t you take these off at least?” You protested, holding up your bound hands. 

The officer shook his head and without another word, left. You scoffed and stepped back. “Asshole.” You muttered before finding the bench and sitting on it. You sat there for a while. 

Your charge: breaking and entering in the Cameron’s house. 

Ward Cameron. You knew you were gonna get in trouble sooner or later by his hand. Just not this soon. Or this outrageous. If felt like you stepped a foot outside of your house and boom, cuffs were snapped onto your wrists.

With a sudden burst of rage you sat up and smack the wall with your fist. “Fucking Ward Cameron!”

You ignored the splitting pain in your fist, but sat back down and cradled it. Your head snapped up as a laugh traveled to your ears. You looked to your left, where the bars revealed a boy with blonde hair sitting in the next cell over. 

He grinned at you, his eyes flashing. You studied him. Bright blue eyes, a shit eating smirk. Blonde hair. Backwards cap. Tan skin, toned muscles, sleeveless shirt, shorts. Looked like a native. Looked like a asshole too. 

“What is a girl like you doing in here?”

You quirked a brow. “I apparently broke and entered a Richie’s house.”

You had come up with your own nickname for Kooks with Ian on one of the long car rides. It was funny to you, and you knew you were about to become one, but you weren’t really one. Once again. A Pogue posing as a Kook.

The boy smirked. “Richie?”

You shrugged. “I don’t like Kook.”

“You must be new. I’d remember that pretty face.”

You rolled your eyes at the flirt, but it broke away to a smile. “Just moved here.”

“My bad.” The boy said and moved closer to the division between you two. “JJ.”

“Y/N.” You answered, taking another look at the boy. He was cute. Scratch that. Hot. And a hundred percent player. “Why are you here?”

“Same old.” JJ smirked. “The police like to arrest me for begin too hot.”

That killed your attraction. Hot and cocky didn’t go together. You knew some girls could focus on the hot, but you were the type to need a good personality. You rolled you eyes and turned away. After a couple beats of silence, JJ spoke. 

“Did you actually break and enter?”

“Nope.” You gave him a quick glance. “Set up.”

JJ clicked his tongue. “I was smoking weed. Apparently you can’t do that.”

You smirked. “Really? I was counting on that, moving here.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble.”

After a while, you turned to the boy. He’d redeemed himself. He was funny, and you always appreciated a guy with humor.

“Do they usually take this long?”

“Pretty slow around here.” JJ grinned, showing you his teeth. “Island time.”

You nodded, laughing a little. “Virginia doesn’t run that way.”

“I can get you out of here.”

That got your attention. “Really?”

He nodded and pulled out a bobby pin from his jeans. You approached the bars, thrusting your hands forward so he could release you from the rings of pain. 

“This isn’t my first rodeo.” He says, and soon the cuffs click and go slack. You pull them off, rubbing your sore wrists. 

“Thanks.”

JJ meets you eyes and winks. But you frowned. “How are we gonna get out of the cell?”

“I have a plan. Don’t worry, Y/N.”

You can’t help it, but your stomach flops at the way he says your name. You nod and wait. 

“Peterkin!” JJ yells, calling for someone you don’t know. 

Soon enough, footsteps and a dark skinned cop comes around the corner. She ‘tsks’ at the blonde haired boy before you. 

“JJ,” She says disapprovingly. She gives you a quick glance, but you’re seated on the bench, seemingly uninterested. “What’s this about.”

JJ motions to the door. “C’mon. You know I’m a good kid. I promise I won’t do it again.” JJ pleads.

Peterkin sighs heavily. “Alright.” 

You blink. Cops back in your town hated you. Even before you committed your first crime. They’d never be this easy. You eyed JJ. There must be something about JJ that coaxes sympathy out of the cop that you don’t know. 

She opens the door with her thick set of keys and the door creaks open. You are so surprised. Dirty cop? JJ walks out of the cell, smiling sweetly at the cop. 

“Thanks.” 

“Not again, JJ.” She eyes you. “What are you in for?”

“I was framed for breaking and entering.”

Her brows raised. “Ah. You’re the Ward Cameron case.”

“Yes ma’am.” You answered, still not knowing what JJ’s plan was. He better get you out of here, or he was exactly who you thought he was. And you’d been looking forward to getting to know the boy. 

“If you go, because you were falsely accused, will you keep your mouth shut?” She asks. 

“Yes ma’am.” You nod and stand. Peterkin eyes the discarded handcuffs and a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. She shakes her head. 

“You have to pay bail. Both of you. I can arrest both you for refusing to pay, so don’t think about avioding it.” She eyes you hard. “And I know about your record, Missy. Don’t think I’ll be easy next time I see you in the cell.”

“Of course. I won’t.”

She takes it and lets you out. “Alright. Get out of here kids.” She walks away. 

You gape at the blonde. “How the hell is it that easy to get out of jail?”

JJ shakes his head. “It’s not. Trust me. I’ve been there enough to know she rarely does that.”

You nod. As JJ starts to move, you follow him. He leads you through an empty hall and you bolt outside the station. The sun beats down on your back. You forgot how hot is was. You’re used to the air conditioned. You haven’t been out much. 

You run after JJ as you get far enough away that you won’t be dragged back. You stop under the shade of a palm tree. You stand there for a beat, catching your breath. You look around, it’s nice and warm. A cute town. JJ watched you admire the street and smiles. After a second he asks you a question.

“Where do you live?”

You laugh. He’s straightforward. You like that. “You’re gonna have to try harder if you want to get my number.” You answer, smirking.

He grins and takes off his hat to run a hand through his messy blonde hair. “Alright.” He pauses. “Where you from?”

It takes a second, but you understand. He’s asking what side of the island you belong to. The Cut or Figure Eight. You shrug. “Doesn’t matter. I can’t go home.” You meet his beautiful eyes. “My mother will kill me.”

JJ nods. “You’re a Kook.”

You quirk a brow. “How’d you know?”

“Kooks are always freaked out by jail. And you knew Ward Cameron.”

“Okay, fair. Are you from the cut?”

“Pogue through and through.”

You nod. You can’t go home, but you have no idea what to do. And you want to keep talking to the blonde before you. 

“You wanna tour of the island?” 

You send a silent thank you to the boy as you nod. “Yeah. That’d be great.”

He smiles and starts heading down the sidewalk, leaving you to catch up. The sun heats your back and illuminates everything around you in a summery light. You didn’t even realize how pretty and nice summers were here. You and JJ fall into light conversation. You ask about each others lives, lightly digging up facts and tidbits of your past. JJ takes an unexpected turn, making you startle. You start down a path that leads to a beach. You stare at the wide expanse of pale sand and blue waters.

JJ smirks at your expression. “Welcome to Outer Banks. Paradise on earth.”

You laugh at the slogan and smile. You stare at the waves crashing in and out. “I could surf here.”

“You surf?” The boy questions, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

You shrug one shoulder. “Not really. My brother’s teaching me.”

JJ catches your eye. “I could teach you. You know, I’m pretty good.”

“Wow, modest.” You grin at each other for second and then you both start down the beach again. You don’t talk, falling into a comfortable silence. Despite yourself, you’re really starting to like him. Maybe jail was a god send today. 

You walk down the beach for a while, dancing in and out of conversation. Until your phone buzzes in your back pocket. Frowning, you pull out the phone. Once you check to see who it is, you blank. 

“Shit,” You mutter as you see the blinking call sign and you’re mother face and contact above it. 

JJ peers at the screen, and glances up to see your expression. “Is she still mad?”

“Beyond.” You sigh and put the phone back in your pocket, ignoring it. “But she’s always like that. I’ve learned that I need to giver her a day to cool off before I head home.”

JJ quirks a brow. “You’ve done this before.”

You lift a shoulder. “Back in Virginia, I was known to shop lift. Just a little. Ended up farther in jail than that.”

You throw a thumb back in the general direction of the station. JJ laughs. “So are you homeless?”

“For the night.” You answer without thinking. If you are, where are you gonna end up? On a bench? Crawling into your room at three am? You glance at the boy in front of you. Does he think you were asking him for a place to stay? You swallow and try to cover up by gesturing to the beach. “Should we continue our tour?”

JJ nods and you start walking, yet again. The sun is dipping lower on the horizon, and you know you’re going to face your sleeping situation soon enough. Back in Virginia, you usually crashed at a friends house. Or Ian’s apartment above the garage. Ian was taking a gap year before he headed off to college to travel, but that was put on the back burner because he needed to save more money and you moved.

After a while, JJ turns his blue eyes on you, and you can tell he’s searching for something. An answer. 

“What’s with you and the Cameron's?” 

You sigh, tucking your hands into your back pocket. “My father. He and Ward go way back. They used to go to high school together. They were both from the Cut and determined to get out of there. But they were rivals and have been every since.” You catch JJ’s eye and notice he’s watching and listening to you. All his attention on your words. Something about the way he was so intent on listening and paying attention made you want to tell him everything. Your life story. You wanted to tell this boy- one you just met (not to mention in a jail cell)- everything about you. What kind of ice cream you loved, your favorite color. What you wanted to study in college. Where you wanted to live.

So you kept talking, the words flowing naturally out of your mouth. “My dad’s an asshole. And a dirty business man. I mean, we weren’t well off in Virginia. And then suddenly he gets so much money he moves us. Not to mention in a very expensive home. On a beach.” You sigh, watching the sand and your feet as they carry to closer to the end of the beach. “So really I’m a pogue posing as a Richie.” 

“Thank god.” JJ sighs. You head snaps up, confused. JJ grins at your confused expression. “I don’t like Kooks. But you’re a Pogue, so we’re good.”

You smile lightly, and then ease into a conversation. About your life. About his life. You learn all his little interests. And he learns how you broke your arm in third grade because Rebecca Pearson pushed you off the tree house. And how you love the color blue because it reminds you of the ocean and you’ve always been fascinated and in awe of it. You learn about how his mom died and how he’s just with his dad. How he’s a really good surfer. How he really wants a dog, but can’t have one. And you learn about his ‘family’ as he calls them. His friends: John B. who’s been his best friend since second grade; Kiara, the girl who’s got a foot in both worlds and big about the turtles; and Pope, the brains of the group who’s fathers a legend around the island. 

By the time you lapse back into silence, the sun’s practically gone and the sky is darkening. You bite your lip. Maybe you do have to go home tonight.

JJ catches your worry. “You can come to my house if you want.”

You raise your eyebrows, surprised. JJ smirks. “I won’t make a move, don’t worry.”

You laugh. “Really? It’s totally fine. I can face my mom, promise.” You feel you’d be over stepping your fragile and new friendship. 

He shakes his head. “No, look, it’s alright. I wouldn’t want to face my dad after I did something like that. I get it. It’s no big deal anyway.”

Something flashed in his eyes that you didn’t understand. But you knew he wanted to help you, and part of you wanted to go home with him. As more than a friend. So you agreed.

And naturally, as you started towards the surfer’s house, the flirting and sexual tension was amped up. His jokes got dirtier, and your flirting was becoming more and more obvious. And you weren’t scared of where it was headed. You definitely weren’t someone who slept around, but you did have a fair amount of boyfriends, and there was something about JJ. Something that made you fall instantly. It was the same thing that made you want to tell him everything about yourself. He was a strange magnet. With those eyes and words, he could easily pull you into his orbit, and you could feel yourself spilling into it. But you weren’t scared of it.

That’s why when his lips hit yours in the living room of his house, you kissed back just as hungrily. And when his hands slipped under your shirt, you arched into his touch and smiled as his lips traveled to suck on your neck. His fingers were magic, able to erupt want and need as he trailed them along your skin. And his lips were a sin sure to send you to hell. They sucked and put a welcome pressure along your body. 

JJ pulled you with him to his room, where you stripped down without another thought. There was something so right and natural about this. You felt something when his eyes landed on you in the cell. And when you talked, you clicked. It was like the final puzzle piece you didn’t realize you missed until you had the whole picture. You’d been searching for it, and it finally clicked into place. And JJ, the boy before you, was that missing piece. No matter how crazy it sounded. 

It was a blur of hot lips and heavy breathing. And pleasure exploding through every atom of your body as he hit spots you didn’t even know you had. You rolled around in the sheets, bodies aching for more and hearts beating rapidly. His touch was everywhere when your lips covered his skin with tiny whispers of love. The moment was perfect and he was perfect. And when you were done, sweaty and exhausted, you fit perfectly in his arms. Like you were made for him.

You turned in his arms to face him, eyes heavy with exhaustion, but you needed to say something. JJ watched you, blonde hair messy and sticking up in the places you tugged at. You smiled at the memory flooding your brain. 

“Thank you for offering to save me, JJ.”

He grinned, eyes lighting up. “Any time, baby.”

[sjbuchananbarnes]

The one with the note

Steve rogers x reader 

W.c: 3.0+ k

A.n; Cursing as usual. 

The one where Steve finds out

-

“And then we kissed.” Steve explained to his friends as they lounged around on his couch, a couch that was like sleeping on clouds, as Sam would describe it.

“Kissed?” Both Sam and Bucky yelled in excitement, and ran around the room screaming in excitement, throwing anything they could find in the air .

“Who kissed who first?” They finally settled down.

“I don’t know we both leaned in.” Steve picked at his fingers as neck and face turned a blotchy red color.

“Was she a good kisser?” Bucky leaned on his palm, as his elbow was rested on his thigh.

“Fucken amazing!” Steve threw his hands up in the air.

“And then what happened?” Sam legs sprawled all over the couch.  

“Then we kissed for like ten minutes and then I walked her to her room.”

“That’s it!” Bucky yelled from the kitchen, only to appear seconds later with a bag of popcorn in his hand, “I’ve had countless nights of you talking my ear off about that dame for you just to walk her to her room?”

“Well, I’m still with Sharon.” He shrugged his shoulder as he kept his eyes closed, “Sharon!” He bolted from the couch and his eyes widen to the size of a vinyl record, “Damn it, I gotta stop forgetting about her.”  

“So what are you going to do with that?” Bucky threw Sam’s legs of the couch to make room for himself.

“ I got to apologize to her, then end it.”  Steve paced around the living room, “Now how do I do that?”

-

“Then we kissed.”

“Tongue?” Wanda sipped on her coffee.

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” Nat nodded.

-

“Hey.” Steve made his way onto the rooftop of the tower, were they were currently making dinner, he earned a round of ‘hi and hello’s’  

“Hey, how was your make out last night?” Tony teased, as he flipped the steaks.

“That’s funny, painfully funny.” He plopped onto the seat that was next to Nat.

“What, I thought everything went great?” Pepper was confused, along with everyone on the team.

“Yeah it was, until I went to my room and I saw Sharon’s toothbrush in my bathroom and I thought “Oh, my god, what the hell am I doing? Hear I have a great woman,amazing,who cares for me, about me and I’m what I’m just going to throw it away?”  Steve sighed, not realizing this was more complicated than what he wanted.

“You got all that from a toothbrush?” Bucky questioned, which earned him a snort from the group and a glare from Steve.

“But were talking about you and Y/n. Steve and Y/n, the woman you’ve been moping over for the last decade Steve, decade!” Nat raised her voice at her very dumb friend.  

“Yeah but I’m with Sharon now. Me and Sharon, Sharon and I, Me and Y/n, Y/n and me. Me and Y/-.” You interrupted his sentences as you walked into the rooftop with a plate of cooked veggies on your hands. “Y/n.” He stood up from his chair, “Hey,you.”

“How are you?” You made your way over to him.

“Good, how are you?” He shifted from one foot to the other.

“Good. Good.” You smiled up at him, wishing he would bring up last night, but that was soon interrupted.

“Hey honey.” Sharon walked through the door.

“Hey sharon.” He turned his head to look at her and did a double take “Sharon hi!” He wasn't expecting her to come over. “So everyone is here.” Steve threw his arm around her shoulders.

You suddenly felt cold, naked almost, there was a sudden shift of mood the minute she walked in.

“So dinner, Stark is it finish?”

“Uh no, not ye-.”

“Dinner, now.”

“Alright, the steak is still mooing but sure dinner, because no one can question Captain Rogers.” Tony threw him his best fake smile.

“Hey Sharon I never knew you left your toothbrush over at Steve’s so soon already.” Nat smiled at her.

“What?”

“Shh.”

“Alright so were low on steak since we weren't expecting guests.” Pepper threw Steve a daggred look. “So boys no extras for tonight.” Causing Bucky and Sam to groan, “Zip it.” She whipped her head their direction, man she’s really good at this mom stuff.

Just as everyone started to sit down the next song that came on the speakers, not to loud or too sofly, was You Belong with Me. Sam and Bucky tried to hide their laughs the best they could but had to leave the table ever so discreetly, which they accomplished and reatet five minutes later after there laugh fest.

-

“Hey.” You walked into Nat’s room.

“Hey.”

“Sup.”

“Have you guys seen Steve?” You took off your shoes and rummaged through her fridge until you settled with blueberries.

“Nope,sorry sweetheart.” You could hear Nat’s pity in her voice.

“ Ugh, he’s going to stay with Sharon, isn’t he?” You threw yourself onto the couch and placed your feet on huge the coffee table “ He’s going to stay with her, and she’s going to be all like “ Hi I’m Sharon, Steve stayed with me and going to get married, have lots of kids  and rule the world together.” You shoved some barriers into your mouth.

“No offence but that sounds nothing like her.” Wanda mumbled and screeched as you threw a half empty water bottle in her direction.

-

“What am I going to do? Ugh , why is this so difficult.” He yelled as he walked all over the Bucky’s kitchen and living room. “This is a complete nightmare!”

“Oh yeah so hard.” Sam rolled his eyes, “”Hi, I’m Steve and I have two women that love me, what ever shall I do. They're both gorgeous and sexy, my wallet is too small for the hundreds and I can’t find a condom big enough to fit me and my diamond suite is too tight!” You go for the one you love, dipshit.” Sam mocked.

“Listen Steve I got two words for you, threesome.” Bucky was chilling on the couch with a face mask placed on, scrolling through his phone, man he loved technology.

Steve threw him a look that if looks could kill, Bucky wouldn’t be dead because he loves him too much.

“Okay look, let’s go with logic for this one, we make a list.” Willson explained as he went over the bucky's desk to pull out a pen and notebook. “Sharon and Y/n pros and cons.”

“Let’s start with the cons, there more fun.” Bucky sat up from the couch and took off his sheet mask and rubbed in the product.”Y/n first, go!”

“Uh I don’t know, I mean, I guess sometimes she’s a little ditzy. She can be very indecisive, and sometimes she’s too into her looks.” Steve took a sip of his water. ”Like me and Sharon have a lot in common, cus were we’ve spent a lot of time together, I loved her aunt.” As soon as he said those words he cringed to himself, also earning a look of disgust from his best friends. “And I guess Y/n is just agent.”

“So you guys want to go for some beer?” Sam set the notebook down, but when he looked at Steve he didn’t look too pleased,” I guess not. Anything else” he mumbled and picked up the pen.

“Uh, I guess not.”

“Oh, her ankles are too chubby.” Bucky pointed that out. “Now what about Sharon?” Bucky seemed to be having too much fun with this.

“She not her.”

-

“Okay now this is the double chocolate chip cookies.” Nat placed her array of pastries on the table. “Now take something and tell em what you think.” She had recently taken up backing and it wasn’t going to well.

Both you and wanda happily obayed you went for the brownie and Wanda went for the cookie.

“What the fuck, Nat.” You mumbled, still no expression on your face, unlike Wanda who was about ready to throw up.

“That good?” Her green eyes beamed.

“No, what the fuck, why would you let me put that in my mouth.” You took a napkin and spit the cookie out and took a gulp of water.

“To the trash they go.” Nat sighed, she really thought she was getting better at this.

-

“So how did things go with blondie?” Bucky asked as they barged into the diner, sticking out like sore thumbs.  Quickly a waitress came and took them to a booth were the three were seated.

“Horrible, she cried and cried some more, she threw things, heavy things, that hurt.” Steve sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Anyway, I did the right thing.”

-

“Hey, Bucky do you happen to hav-” You walked into his room expecting just to find Bucky but you were also met with a pair of blue eyes and a brown eyed man.”Hi.” You smiled at Steve. “Were you going?”

“Hi.” He stood up, you had already taken his breath away, his hands started to clam up. “I just got back actually, from Sharon’s, actually.”

“Oh.” There was disappointed in such a small sound put you still kept up the smile.

“No, no, it’s not what you think. Actually the other thing” Bucky stood behind Steve, grinning and nodding his head like an idiot, and Sam stood next to him also grinning give you the thumbs up. Both started to nod their head towards Steve, like an invitation, a go ahead sign.

“Oh.” You still couldn’t let your hopes up. “What’s the other thing?”

“I, uh, uh, well we.” Bucky nodded at his friend but got frustrated and blurted it out instead.

“They broke up!” He yelled, “Well go hug her, punk.” Bucky shoved his best friend.

“Really?” You face lit up.

“Really, it’s always been you, doll.” Steve lifted you off the ground and held you tight.

“Oh, god..” You smiled into his neck. “This is good, really good.” You pulled away and looked into his blue eyes, getting lost in them by the second.  

“How about we go for a walk? Just the two of us?” You quickly nodded and he excused himself to go to the bathroom.

“Aww.” Bucky and Sam held each other by the waist, Sam accidentally knocking over the notebook.  But that was the sound that pulled you out of tace, not even realizing Steve was no longer in the room and you looked down at the notebook that landed by your feet.

“What’s this?” You bent down to pick it up.

“What? It’s nothing!” Sam yelled and yanked it out of your hands, your suspicion getting bigger by the minute, Bucky looking at Sam terrified.

“What is it? It had my name in it, I want to know what it is.”  You pointed to the book, reaching over to grab it, but Sam pulled it back on the last second.

“No, no, see? See.” He waved in front of you.

“Sam give me the paper!” You demanded. “This is the las-”

“What’s going on?” Steve’s eyebrows bunched up in confusion.

“Sam and Bucky wrote something about and won’t let me see it.” Sam waved the notebook behind your back as you were facing Steve he saw in the corner of his eye and he panicked.

“Oh no, he won't? He won't!” He yelled and Sam and looked at Bucky for help.

“Because isn’t that the short story we were writing?” Bucky asked

“Yes, yes it is!” Sam was on full panic mode. “The one we wrote.” He shifted from side to side.

“And I’m in it? Let me read it.” You extend your arm out.

“No!” All three men yelled at you.

“C’mon.”

“Hey why don’t you read it to her.”

“Yeah, great idea Buck.” Sam glared at him “I’ll just read it.”, He cleared his throat and looked at the paper, “There once was a princess, her name was Y/n and she fell in love with a common peasant, who’s name was Harry and they end up getting married, having harrie babies,the end.”

“And the three of you came up with this?” You looked up at them.

“Yeah we suck , at least we know we're not going to be accomplished writers.” Steve let out a nervous laugh and a sigh of relief.

“Well I gue-” But you took that opportunity to take the note book of Sam’s sweaty hands. “Ha, I got it.” The four of you ran around the room until you darted towards the bathroom were you successfully locked the door.  The banging out sode of the door fading as you looked down at the paper.

You opened the bathroom door, Sam and Bucky scrambled out and into Bucky's Bedroom, were they were so obviously eavesdropping.

“What is this?” You eyes showed all types of emotion, your shoulders slumped. Your voice just above a whisper.

“That’s is.. That’s.. that’s , and that’s just remember how crazy I am about you.” Steve made his way into the living room, so you wouldn't be standing in Bucky’s bathroom.

“Kinda ditzy? Too much into her looks?” You stared down at the words that were taunting you. “Just an agent?”        

“Now, that’s, that’s uh…” Steve couldn’t form a word. “Now that’s just opposed to..”

You turned to leave and then you saw another one and let out a gasp. “I do not have chubby ankles!”  Making the way towards the door Steve turned you around by the shoulder.

“Turn it around, turn it around!” He pleaded.

“She’s not … fur?” You squinted at the word, “What the fuck does that even mean, is that some kind of kink? You know what, I don't want to know!” You open the door but before leaving you turned to him “ You niece fucker!” You slammed the door shut and booked it to your room.

“Wait, Y/n!” He ran after you, but you way too ahead of him.

-

“My diary! If I had told her it was my diary she would've never made us read it!”

“Yeah your a bit too late on that bud.” Nat patted his leg.

“Yeah, plus he’s a dick why would he even make such a horrible list?”

“Hey cut him some slack. It was Sam’s idea.” Bucky gestured towards Sam, who was leaning on the kitchen island.

“What!” Both of them yelled, shocked that their friend would do that.

“I’m just going to go.” Sam stuttered and head out the door.

“Good luck in your next life, as toilet brush.” Nat yelled at him.

-

“No..” You mumbled in disappointment, tilting the bottle of wine but nothing came out, you set down in your coffee table and continued watching TV, the rain bringing in some type of comfort to the room.

“Y/n.” Steve yelled from your porch, the one he just landed in thanks to sam, “Open up I want to talk.”

“I didn’t let you in for a reason,Steve, if someone doesn't let you in it doesn’t mean please get your bird friend to drop you off.”  God, you asking Tony for a porch was going to bite you in the ass.

“It’s your pro list.” Steve was getting drenched by the minute, the paper he was now holding started to rip.

“Not interested.” Getting up from the couch and going to the door, for a second Stve got excited, maybe you would let him in.

“Number one, the way you cry at dog shelter commercials.” He yelled as you shut the curtains.

“Number two, how much you love your friends.” Steve continued to yell, but you had already retreated to your room.

“Number three, the way you bite on your lip when you get nervous.”

“Number four, how brave you are.”

By then your friends had all walked into the room.

“Number five, the way you talk to any kid and make them feel welcome.”

“Number six, the wa-” Bucky cut him off as he opens up the curtain.

“Hey Steve, what are you doing?” He stared at his dumb blonde friend.

“Bucky, mind opening the door?”  Steve nodded to the door.

“Oh yeah.” He opened it up, and Sam was ready with a clean towel for his friend.

“What were you doing up there you, dumbass.” Nat warped snugg into the towel.

“You know catching some rays of sunlight.” He pointed towards the sky.”What does it look like I was doing ,Nat.” Steve dried himself up and knocked at your door.

“Being a complete dumbass.” Wanda mumbled, to which Steve head but chose to ignore it.    

“C’mon Y/n, open up. I just want to talk.”

“No.” You yelled from behind the door.

“No?”

“No, that’s what I said.” You opened up the door to see Steve, big sad puppy eyes, his lips turned into a frown, dripping all over your marble floors.

“Look maybe we should go.” Sam pointed towards the door, all of them already itching to get out.

“No, really guys you don’t have to go, we’re done talking here.” You explained.

“Y/n, c’mon, I know how you must feel -”

“No you don’t ,Steve, no you don’t.” Your voice cracked.”Imagine everything your insecure about, now imagine the one person in the world you trust the most, is now actually using it not to date you.” Your eyes become glossy by the minute, Steve stayed silent, “Huh, would you feel?” You dug your finger into his chest.    

“But I want to be with you, regardless of those things.” Steve voice was soft, gental.

“Oh, you should of said that ,Steve, then I’m not mad at you. That’s so big of you.” Sarcasm drenched your voice, from the corner of your eye you saw your friends making a dart towards the door. “Don’t you dare!” You pointed a finger at them, making them halt in action.

“You know what? If it was the other way around, there would be absolutely nothing you could put on that list that would ever stop me from begin with you.”

“Well that’s just it Steve, the difference between us.” A tear ran down your cheek.  “I would never have a list.”

Sofly you shut the door to your room, Steve sat on  the edge of the couch, in disbelief, he couldn’t believe this was happening to him, he got the girl and lost her all in twenty four hours.

“You guys wouldn’t believe what capsicle just did.” Tony walked int your room, already wheezing at his dumb friend, but stopped when he was greeted with scilence, “Never mind.” He backed out of the room the minute Steve turned to look at him. 

-

[beautheexpositor]

Indirect Confessions

"Hey, Beau? Are you awake?" Jester's quiet voice asked nervously from beside her in the dome. Beau knew this tone, it was the tone of a Jester that had been thinking about something for a long time. A tone that usually led to a long conversation. Long conversations weren't always Beau's strong suit, but with Jester it was never a bad thing. She wanted to talk to her, maybe a little too much.

"Yeah, I'm stiff and sore as shit," at this point, she rolled over to face her friend. There was a contemplative look on Jester's face, to match the tone of her voice. "What's up, Jes?"

Jester sat up, and looked around the inside of the dome at their friends. Dirtied up from another day in the wastes, they had all been exhausted when they crashed. "I think... Maybe we should like, you know, leave the dome so we don't wake everybody else up or whatever."

So this would be a long conversation. Today had been absolutely exhausting, as every day on the road in Xhorhas was turning out to be. Normally, Beau would be pissed about having to get up in the middle of trying to sleep, but the feeling in her stomach and chest she got around Jester made it impossible to not want to be around her. She pushed herself up, muscles screaming as she did so. "Lead the way," she said through a yawn, hoping it didn't make it seem like she didn't want to. Jester didn't seem to notice at all.

They walked a short ways, just out of earshot of the dome. Jester plopped onto the ground without a second thought, and patted her hand beside her for Beau to join. She did so without thinking twice. Staring at the sky with her best friend beside her, Beau felt a little more calm than usual.

"So, ah," she looked over at Jester, noting the same contemplative face still plastered on. She couldn't help but think about how adorable it was. Then she mentally slapped herself for thinking it. "What's on your mind? Unless you just wanted to take me out here to look at the clouds at night."

"The clouds are really pretty, Beau. Bringing you out here to look at them would be super fun," she smiled in Beau's direction, and Beau smirked back. "But I actually was thinking about something and I wanted to talk to you about it but things have been, like, pretty crazy and stuff." The smile faded again, unusual for Jester.

"Yeah, we've almost died like 6 times in 2 days. That's a record even for us, man," Beau sighed.

"Yeah, but we're super strong. And you killed those creepy guys like, RIGHT away!" Jester encouraged her. "It has been a lot, though. I guess, I've been like thinking about Fjord and stuff, you know?" Beau's heart dropped as the words left Jester's mouth. Duh. Fjord. Maybe this conversation wasn't one that Beau would enjoy, after all.

Not that she wasn't happy for Jester, of course. She knew Jester had been crushing on Fjord since the moment she met him. But it had always seemed like a petty thing, a puppy dog style crush that wouldn't lead to anything. Something based on the fact that Jester had never really liked- or interacted with- anyone before. For a while it had even seemed to pass completely, but now Jester and Fjord were getting close again- and it seemed a lot less one sided than before. Beau should have been ecstatic about her best friend's crush finally noticing her for the amazing, wonderful devil she was. But for some reason, one she wouldn't admit even to herself, it only made her feel a little sick.

Despite the now growing hole in the pit of her stomach, Beau cocked an eyebrow at her friend playfully. "Yeah, what's going on with that? He like, kissed you on the cheek and saved you in the tree total prince charming style and everything! So, is something happening?" She hoped she sounded excited and interested.

Apparently, she seemed interested enough, because it was enough to get Jes talking. "Well, like, he totally did kiss me on the cheek didn't he? But like, I had just saved his life, so he probably was just caught up in that and being nice and stuff. But then the tree thing was like, really weird, you know? And it felt different than before. So I don't know!" She threw her hands in the air dramatically, and Beau snickered under her breath. It reminded her of her younger days, puppy love and stupid flirting. The dumb feeling of not knowing if the person liked you back, and the talking to everyone about it until finally someone made a move. She hadn't had anything like that, herself. She had only had Tori and various one night stands. But she knew the routine well. She sat quietly and waited for Jester to continue, because she knew she would after a seconds pause. She was right.

"I just, well," Jester piped in again after the approximately 2 seconds of silence, "It's all really weird. And I guess I wanted to talk to you about, well, I don't know if I really even like him as much as I thought I did."

It took Beau a moment to process what Jester had said. It felt... strangely comforting to hear that. She didn't want it to feel comforting to hear that, but it did. "What do you mean? You've liked him since like, the second you saw him."

Jester's face scrunched up when Beau said that. "I mean, yeah I totally have. But like, that's the problem maybe? I think I liked an idea of him... and now that it's real or whatever, I don't know if I ever really actually liked him. I've never liked anyone, like, really. And you're the smartest person I know and stuff," The compliment made Beau's heart skip a beat, even if it was just a typical Jester compliment that probably was just meant to make her feel better. "So I guess, like, what I wanted to ask you is... how do you know when something is real love?"

Beau coughed. She couldn't help but show the surprise at the sudden, very deep question. That was not at all where she was expecting this conversation to go. Especially after her puking her backstory guts out to Yasha only a little bit ago. She thought of Yasha, and the way she made her feel. She crushed on Yasha hard, but she didn't want to move in there. Plus, something was holding her back. Something that was sitting right next to her. She could say that real love was what she had felt for Tori... but she didn't want to share that with two people in one night- besides, she still wasn't sure if that WAS real love. She knew what love felt like, even if she didn't want to admit it.

"Sorry," she said after a second. "That just, I did NOT expect that. Uhhhh, well, let me think," she paused for a second and tried to compose herself. How did she tell Jester what love felt like without making it painfully obvious that she was talking about her?

"You don't have to talk about it, y'know, like if you don't want to," Jester said, seeing Beau's walls come up so suddenly. "But you're so smart and you like know a lot about stuff and I'm sure there's been SOMEONE you've loved because you're really great and whatever."

Beau smirked again, despite herself. "Yeah, yeah I guess I have," it wasn't a lie. "Love is, weird, I guess. I think it kinda depends on the people who are in it? It's different every time, or whatever," what was she doing? She should have just said she'd never loved anyone and let it go. But she couldn't lie to Jester like she did to everyone else. "Love is when you feel like you can be honest with someone. It's NOT like the porn novels, dude."

Jester shot her a little look, not genuine anger, just a tease. "Yeah, and like I said, i like, totally know that." she laughed, and Beau's heart soared. Keep calm. She had to keep calm.

"Whatever, man," she elbowed her best friend in the arm, playfully. "But seriously. It's way different than that I think. It's not all excitement and passionate steamy romance. It's more subtle than that. It's knowing a person and wanting them to know you, I guess. It's knowing that tones mean what different things, and what faces they make in different situations. It's... well... wanting to go out of your way to talk to someone or be with them. It's wanting them to be the last person you talk to before you go to bed, and the first person to see when you wake up. It's thinking they're SUPER hot but also like, really fucking adorable. It's a lot of things, I guess, and still you can't explain it."

She felt as if she had overshared. It wasn't like her to say things like that, but she couldn't help it. Her heart felt as if it was going to rip out of her rib cage. She had to make a joke. "But also like, I've never liked a dude. So it could be totally different, I dunno."

Jester looked at her with a sincerity she only saw on rare occasions. One that wasn't built out of humor or joy, but deep thought and emotion. "Well, I think that sounds really beautiful Beau. You're good with words and stuff. I don't know why anyone says otherwise. And like, I wouldn't HAVE to love a guy, you know?"

Beau's ears perked up. Jester had never talked about liking ANYONE other than Fjord, not seriously anyways. Beau had never even thought about the fact that she could like anyone else, long yet a girl. "Oh, uh," she tried to play it casual. "You wouldn't? I guess I didn't, Sorry I just didn't know you swung that way. I mean," Her words were fumbling.

"Well, like," Jester started again, relieving Beau of the pressure of having to keep tripping over her tongue. "I didn't really know I could like anyone other than a boy, my momma always only courted boys and my dad was a boy and that's really like, all I ever saw, y'know? But then like, you like girls and Yasha likes girls and that Keg liked girls so I realized maybe that's, y'know, a thing too... and maybe I, y'know, could love anybody. Cus like, Yasha is so strong and pretty and stuff. And the bright queen was REALLY cool and whatever. And Avantika was hot and scary and I was like, a little jealous of her or whatever, but also she was so cool and cute I can't blame Fjord for thinking so. And like, you're really cool and super powerful and really pretty and stuff," Beau once again tried to hide the smile creeping across her face at the compliment she was just given. "So yeah, I guess I could like anyone. Not just Fjord. I think maybe I don't even REALLY like Fjord as much as, y'know, who I thought he was. Love can be anything, right? Like, like you said it's soft... Maybe that's something I have to think about more because you brought up some pretty good points... You can love anybody. They don't have to be Oskar, you know?"

Beau smiled, and looked her friend in the eye. Her heart was racing. "Yeah Jester, I know."

Reposting and editing this because it's Day 3 of Beaujester week which is Modern AU/ Confessions!

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Rosohna: The Lost City

CHAPTER ONE

AO3

“Beauregard,” Dairon said, her voice calm as ever as she pushed her way into the tent. Beau looked up from the maps that were strewn across the table and frowned at her. “They’re here.”

Beau’s dark brown eyes widened and she started scrambling to pack up the maps. “I’ll make sure the notes are secure and then come back to fight.”

“No, Beau,” the older elf woman said sternly, stepping forward to put her hand on Beau’s shoulder. “Take everything and run. As far and as fast as you can. You’re the only one who can keep the location of the city safe.”

“What? No, I’m not just going to abandon you to-”

“Beau, don’t argue. Just go.”

Beau opened her mouth to continue arguing but Dairon made it clear that there would be no further discussion by walking back out of the tent. Beau cursed under her breath and hurriedly finished packing up the books. She paused when she reached the gold coin on the table, picking it up and rolling it around in her fingers. She could see the delicate carvings under her fingers. A tower on one side with a phrase written in a language that few people still understood how to read and a crowned woman’s face on the other side.

“Beau!” Someone yelled outside. It wasn’t Dairon, but she couldn’t place the voice right away. “Dairon says to go! Now!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Beau hissed and stuffed the coin into her back pocket before running out the back flap of the tent. The sun was low in the sky as evening fell upon them. It would help in her escape but it would make fighting the enemy difficult. She ran up through the small path up the side of the canyon, climbing when it got too steep to walk. She was nearly half way up when she heard sounds of fighting start to rise in the valley. She secured herself to the rock face and then turned around to look down. The sand was kicking up in the chilly night wind and made it hard to tell what was going on. She spat out the sand that got in her mouth and narrowed her eyes, hoping to see how her order was fairing down there.

There was an explosion of fire that lit up the camp and Beau quickly counted the enemy. Seven- twelve- twenty-two, easily twice the amount of wizards to monks. She cursed again and looked at the rucksack hanging at her side. She looked around the face of the rock hurriedly and spotted a small cave that she hadn’t seen from the ground. As she moved, it became clear that it was almost certainly obscured from view unless you were nearly right up on it.

Perfect.

She pulled the bag from her shoulder and stuffed it into the cave, her arm barely fitting inside, then she pushed rocks and sand over and around it so that if anyone did stumble upon the cave, maybe they wouldn’t notice the rucksack anyway.

She swiftly made her way back down into the valley, ducking behind rocks as she began to hear voices.

“Where is the city?” asked a deep, elderly voice, heavy with an accent she recognized. Zemnian, from the north. They were definitely from the Assembly.

She stepped over the dead body of one of her comrades, Bethany, and swiftly moved behind the main tent. There was movement inside as the wizards tore it apart. Someone answered and her heart sored with hope when she recognized that voice.

“I will never tell you. You’ll have to kill me, because I will never relent,” Dairon said, her voice nasally like she was having a hard time breathing through her nose. Broken probably. “You’ll never find it.” She started to laugh and there was a smack as the man who’d spoken smacked her across the face. “Do your worst!”

“Oh, trust me, Expositor. I intend to. Tie her up and prepare her for travel to the capital.”

Beau ducked around the tent and caught sight of the leader. An older man with graying hair and a receding hairline. He had deep set wrinkles and pale skin covered in light brown spots. His eyes though, they were vibrant and cruel and she was certain that she would never forget them for as long as she lived.

Which, based on what she was planning next, probably wouldn’t be too long at all.

She launched herself at the man, growling. “Die, you piece of shit!” she exclaimed, sailing towards him through the air.

She never reached him though. A glowing purple hand snatched her out of the air and slammed her hard into the ground. Her vision went white and, even as it cleared, the scenery around her swam through her sight like fish.

All she could truly see were the eyes of the man staring down at her. “A little lost lamb has come to say hello? This one of yours, Dairon?”

Beau followed his eyes and spotted Dairon staring at her, her expression unreadable. “I’ve never seen that woman in my life.”

The wizard hummed, clearly not believing her. “Then you won’t mind watching her die.” He stood over her and pointed down at her with his finger but Beau didn’t look away from Dairon. The elf’s eyes were sad but her jaw as clenched defiantly.

“I’m sorry,” Beau whispered, unsure if she was even speaking loud enough for anyone to hear. Dairon nodded slightly, so she must have at least read her lips. “I’m sorry.”

And then she died.

~Three years later~

Caleb groaned quietly as he woke. He usually tried not to make any noise to keep from alerting anyone or anything that might be nearby, but it was the first time in months that he’d slept in a bed, so he couldn't suppress the pleased noise in the back of his throat.

“Morning, Caleb,” said a voice near his feet.

He glanced up and spotted his friend and partner in crime, Nott the Brave, sitting near his feet and turning something over in her hand. Her face was turned down apologetically and he instantly felt a cold nugget of dread in his chest.

“Nott,” he started, pushing himself up to look at her. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

She looked ashamed, but not hurt, so that was good. “I… I lost control last night. I got the itch.”

He sighed and reached out to put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “As long as you made it back safely, liebling, that’s all the matters. Did you steal anything?”

She nodded and shoved the little thing in her fingers back into her pocket. “A few little things. Nothing anybody will miss.”

“That’s good. Shall we go get some breakfast and go over your haul?”

She brightened up when she realized that he wasn’t cross with her and pushed herself off onto the floor. “Yes please!” Caleb smiled slightly and got out of bed, taking a moment to brush off any dirt that had fallen loose from the coat he’d slept in, and then leaning her out into the hallway. She paused in the doorway to pull her mask up over her goblin face and then gleefully followed him down, taking his hand on the stairs.

They set up at a table near the back, away from the morning crowd stumbling to the bar for coffee and/or hair of the dog. The waitress gave him a tired smile and took their orders before leaving them alone.

Caleb cleared his throat and gestured to her. “Would you like to show me what you found?”

The part where she showed off her prizes was almost as satisfying as the stealing itself. She grinned behind the mask and started pulling things out onto the table. A handful of buttons of various size and shape clattered on the table first. He recognized one as coming from a city guard’s uniform and wanted to ask but decided that he would probably not like the answer.

“This one came from a little boy’s backpack,” she said, pointing to a tan one that was bigger than the rest. “He had curly brown hair and glasses.” She got a far away look in her eye that he didn’t try to interpret. They both had their secrets, it was better for their partnership that they keep them.

Next, she pulled out a necklace made of shells. It looked professionally made and probably fairly expensive, maybe she would be willing to part with that one so that they could sell it. It was always a gamble about which pieces she was okay with selling and which she wanted to keep. The value of the objects didn’t seem to matter to her at all.

Lastly, she pulled out a gold coin and he realized that it was what she had been fiddling with earlier. “This coin looks weird but I thought we could use it to pay for another night here.” She held it out to him and he took it from her appreciatively, looking the coin over. It did, indeed look weird.

On the front there was a side view portrait of a woman with what seemed to be long, straight hair and a high, regal collar. She was also wearing a three-pronged crown but he couldn’t think of any countries off the top of his head that had female monarchs. Most of the female heads of state that he could remember were elected to their positions. Besides, the coin was old, as old as the Empire itself if he had to wager a guess.

He turned it over and his heart stopped. There was writing on the back, curled around the edges with a tower stamped in the middle. He didn’t know what it said but he recognized the language on sight.

This was undercommon in the dialect of the Kryn, a forgotten dialect that was so different from its modern counterpart that there were entire teams of researchers working on translating it to Common. He knew, because he had once been on such a team.

“Nott,” he said, trying to keep his voice even to not attract any unwanted attention. “Where did you find this?”

“From some lady. Why, is it special?”

Caleb almost couldn't smother the grin that twitched on his face. He kissed Nott’s head. “This is very, very special, meine freunde. This could change everything. I need to know where exactly you found it. Who did you take it from?”

Nott hesitated then and started twisting her fingers nervously. “Well…”

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

The labor camp was hot as they walked along the dirt paths through the stacks of marble. There were people toiling sweatily around them, large muscled people with skin that had been darkened under the boiling sun.

“This is where you found it? What were doing in this part of town?”

Nott was perched on his shoulders, holding onto his hair for dear life as the guard leading them through the camp gave her a curious look. “I followed the guard here to steal his button and then I got lost trying to get out. The lady helped me,” she whispered.

“And you stole from her?”

“I, well- she wasn’t looking!”

Caleb sighed and then cleared his throat and call ahead to the guard. “This woman, what’s she in for?”

He shrugged. “I’m not privy to that kind of information, and even if I was I wouldn’t give a fuck. But, when I was told you were coming to see her I asked her that.”

Caleb waited for him to continue but he didn’t. “And?”

“She said ‘Fuck you, pig’ and then spit on me so I smacked her.”

Caleb frowned and he and Nott exchanged worried glances. What kind of person were they getting caught up with? But still, Caleb wanted answers, so he continued forward.

The guards lead them to side of the quarry and Caleb looked up at a lithely muscled woman who was scaling the wall of marble with a rope tied to her belt. The guard pointed up at her. “That’s Beauregard. She’s the only one who fit your description.”

Caleb looked at Nott who nodded. “That’s her.”

Beauregard made it up to the top of the marble and removed the rope of her belt to tie to something up top. “Alright, line’s secured.” she called down.

“Beauregard!” the guard called up to her. She flipped him off without looking at him. “You’ve got visitors!”

“Very funny, Paulie!”

Caleb cleared his throat. “Ah, hello! Beauregard?”

She finally turned to look at him. “Who are you?”

Caleb glanced at the guard who was swiftly losing interest in them. “May we speak in private?”

“What?”

“May we speak in-”

“I can’t hear you, man, you’re gonna need to speak up!”

“May we speak in-”

“What?”

Before he could yell again, the guard elbowed him and shook his head. “She’s fucking with you.”

Caleb blinked in confusion before turning back to her. “Are you fucking with me?”

She laughed. “I’m coming down!”

The guard, Paulie apparently, rolled his eyes. “She’s such an asshole.” Then he started to walk away.

“Ah, how do we leave?”

“I’m not going far.” He rested against a stack of marble just as Beauregard’s feet hit the ground. She dusted her hands off on her pants and gave him and Nott cautious looks.

“Alright, the fuck you want?”

“Beauregard, my name is Caleb Widogast. This is my partner, Nott the Brave. I believe you met last night.”

Beau met Nott’s eyes and the goblin tensed but she didn’t seem angry. “Oh, yeah. You can just call me Beau. What’s up?” Caleb cleared his throat and pulled the gold coin from his pocket, holding it up for her to see. Her eyes widened and she smacked his arm down. “Don’t just pull that out like that, someone could see. Where did you find another one?”

Caleb hesitated. “This is yours. Nott…” he let it trail off, hoping the young woman would catch up on her own.

She did and her eyes widened as she smacked her own ass to check her pockets and finding them empty. “Wha- It-” Her eyes narrowed at Nott. “You.” She took a step forward and Nott cried out in fear as she scrambled across Caleb’s shoulders to put him between her and Beauregard. Instead of chasing her, Beauregard grabbed Caleb’s wrist and tore the coin from his fingers. “You have no idea what you’re messing with, string bean.” She shoved the coin into her pocket once more.

He decided to move passed the name calling for now. “A-Actually, I do know. And I think...” he paused and glance at the guard over his shoulder but he was distracted whipping an inmate. “I think we could help each other locate the city.”

A smirk slithered across her face. “I already know where the city is. If you want to go with, you’re gonna need to do better than returning my own coin.”

“I can read the Kryn dialect.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Comprehend languages doesn’t work on dead languages, Widogast, everyone with two brain cells to rub together knows that, how fucking stupid do you think I am?”

“No, I can read it. I can really read it.” Sort of. He could sort of read it. By the time he had left the translation team they hadn’t quite cracked it yet, but he decided to leave that part out.

That made her pause. She frowned at him but her eyes were hopeful. “Oh yeah? Then what does the coin say? The words above the tower, what does it say?”

He had only recognized one word out of the three, ‘Night’. He was making a guess that she didn’t know what it said either and he only hoped that he was right because he was fairly certain that she would try to kill him if he got this wrong. “The Endless Night.”

She stared at him with narrowed eyes for a second and there was no change in her expression. Had she caught onto him? “You’re gonna need to help me break out,” she said, finally.

He let out a sigh and nodded. “Of course. What do you need from me?”

She licked her lips thoughtfully and nodded towards Paulie subtly. “Shake the guard’s hand.”

He blinked in confusion. “What? That’s it?”

“I have a plan. Shake the guard's hand. You do that and we’re a team.” She started to turn away, but then she paused and glare at Nott. “And if I find out you’ve been anywhere near my pockets you’re both on your fucking own.” Then she walked out of sight around a stack of marble.

Caleb cleared his throat and adjusted his coat before turning to find the guard. “Paulie, was it?” he asked, stepping up to him as the man wound up his whip.

Paulie sneered. “Just Paul.”

Caleb held out his hand, which he suddenly realized was shaking slightly. “Thank you so much for your help. I really appreciate it.”

Paulie sighed and held the coiled whip under his arm, between his elbow and his ribs, then reached out with his newly free hand to shake Caleb’s. In a flash, the whip was yanked out of his loose hold and there was a crack as Beau uncoiled it in her hand. She whipped it around Paulie’s neck and then wrapped the end around again, pulling with all her strength. Caleb dropped Paulie's hand as he reached up to grasp at the whip, choking for air, but Beau gave no quarter. She held on until Paulie stopped moving and his eyes fell closed.

She was breathing heavily but smiling as she got back to her feet. “Riot!” she called at the top of her lungs. She grabbed Caleb's arm with the hand that wasn’t holding the whip and dragged him swiftly through the quarry.

“I like her!” Nott called, grinning even as her mask fell down off her face and she held onto Caleb’s coat with all she had. Caleb stumbled but didn’t fall and followed the young woman up into the street as the prisoners rioted behind them.

[rookisaknight]

MBTI and the Seeds

Religious bullshit, meet personality bullshit. I took to 16personalities for a direction on this and was actually pretty convinced by the majority of the results (which is whack because 16personalities almost always gets at least one letter off), but I have an unfathomably large amount of information about this test stored in my grey matter so I’ll be hopping off a bit to fill in my own blanks. Also notable is the severe trauma each of the Seeds have been through

This is going under a cut because it's a long post and honestly might be more worthwhile as a reference for myself and how I write the Seeds, but I can’t be the only personality nerd in this fanbase.

Jacob Seed: ISTJ. The Logistician

I wasn’t sold on this one initially given that Jacob seems far more comfortable with out of control situations than most Js generally are, but I find the overall profile fits him better than ISTP. My explanation is that his time in the juvie, the military, and the foster system has forced a maturation of this particular function due to constantly feeling out of control, which makes him more open to adaptation than he would have been otherwise. 

Strengths:

Honest and Direct: Notably Jacob is arguably the least manipulative Seed. He “tricks” you in a sense with the conditioning but that is more a strategic concealment than any deception. Unlike the other three, Jacob does not pretend that his actions come from any sense of love or divine calling. He is always straightforward with the deputy, even if that doesn’t restrain his cruelty.

Strong-willed and Dutiful: Basically see all of the Book of Joseph, as well as his “you think I care if I die” comments. I lump very responsible under this. 

Calm and Practical: I don’t think I have to explain this part. Jacob never reacts from an explicitly emotional place. The “did you think you were free” is the closest to losing his temper I think we see from him. He has expectations, and failure to meet them will be punished. He doesn’t see a need to get emotional about it, preferring to detach himself

Create and Enforce Order: Well, culling the herd is an unconventional tactic, but...

Weaknesses: 

Stubborn: As Joseph said, Jacob has been getting into it since he was a kid. Even with the brother, he’s willing to die for, he explicitly argues with him. And even in the face of his own death, he refuses to rescind his own philosophy, or even demonstrate any regret for the path he’s chosen.

Insensitive and Judgemental: Jacob’s a shithead no I will not elaborate

Always By the Book: an illegal paramilitary cult, yes, but one that holds to Jacob’s exacting standards. 

Often Unreasonably Blames Themselves: Loath as I am to woobify Jacob at all, there’s a pathos to him. As Joseph says, he thinks of himself as a “weapon without a purpose. A soldier without a legacy”. As a child, he protected his siblings and as an adult, he views himself as little more than a meatshield. There’s a sense that he objectifies himself, reduces himself down to simply the function of violence and protection, and those high standards mean that he views death as simply another failure.

can bastard be a personality type

Joseph Seed: ISFP- The Observer

The test originally gave me INFP, but I find that unconvincing for two reasons. One, INFP’s are predominantly defined by an open-minded approach to life and to ideas, which doesn’t fit well with a guy so convinced he got religion right that he was willing to kidnap and murder people. Two, while Joseph is definitely contemplative and deals with the symbolic, his “visions” are not flights of fancy but are in some sense practical. He doesn’t really appear to engage in thought experiments, merely interpret sensory (or in this case extrasensory) information that he is presented with.

Strengths:

Charming: The man runs a successful church for a reason, and it can’t just be good cheekbones and dogwhistling

Sensitive to Others: Joseph has a keen insight into other people’s emotional state, which is what makes him so effective at manipulating them. He tends to meet people where they’re at with a certain deftness that would be impressive if he didn’t use it the way he did

Passionate: about the LORD. No, but I’ll give this to the man, he’s certainly got a vision, and sticks to it with intensity.

Curious: I think anyone working in the business of people has to have an inherently curious mind, and while Joseph may believe he has all the answers, his fascination with the Deputy to me indicates that he has an inherent draw to things that disrupt his world. I also think about how he would get in trouble as a child for seeking out forbidden material, such as Spiderman comics. those Satanic webs...

Weaknesses:

Fiercely Independent: He’s developed a supportive community now but Joseph has always marched to the beat of his own awful, awful drum, which has gotten him kicked out of at least one job and lost him at least one set of foster parents. He doesn’t seem to need people as much as he acquires them 

Unpredictable: Sometimes with blood, sometimes with forgiveness, it's hard to say how Joseph will respond to disruption on any given day. Where the spirit leads, I suppose. 

Easily Stressed: This one I’ll actually argue that his turbulent history and the demands of his job have at least taught him to cover this up, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t cracks in the armor. “yOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!!!!!”

Overly Competitive: He’s a sore loser with a tendency to punish people for failing him (see: Faith and the statue)

Fluctuating Self-Esteem: He’s dealing with a joint worldview where he is at once God’s chosen and a “no one from nowhere with nothing”. How much of that is genuine we may never know, but I don’t think the fluctuation is outside the realm of possibility

John Seed: ESFJ-The Consul

I was a little on the fence about N vs S but ultimately found that John’s a bit more concrete than conceptual.

Strengths:

Strong Practical Skills: I mean, the man orchestrated a hostile takeover of an entire county, he knows how to get things done when he wants

Strong Sense of Duty, Very Loyal: This part is likely underdeveloped given how tempestuous forming relationships was for most of his life, but given how bound he feels to Joseph its clearly in him.

Good at Connecting With Others: He’s a shitstain, but according to Joseph he had business connections everywhere and was basically a walking secret storage bin. John can probably be very charming if you don’t know how he spends his weekends in the bunker. 

Sensitive and Warm: again, underdeveloped given his background, but there’s clearly a lot of emotions broiling just below the surface given how volatile he can be and how easily Joseph can access them. Joseph also describes him as a very sensitive kid, for what that’s worth

Weaknesses

Worried About Their Social Status: The boy is a climber

Inflexible:  He holds pretty firmly to his headcanons on Hope County (for fuck’s sake John Nick’s sin isn’t Greed, its Sloth) and has a very definite view on how things should be. Not to mention he seems very particular, just based on the state of his home and his clothes. He has rituals and habits, and will not deviate.

Vulnerable to Criticism: If you say anything about his future receding hairline he will cry. He just will. Not to mention I’m citing that look he gives you when you’re apparently costing him paradise by not converting

Often Too Needy: He will either get attention or he will die trying. 

Too Selfless: Honestly, selfless isn’t the right word here, but I’ll copy the way 16 personalities describes it because I think it fits really well for John. “ Consuls sometimes try to establish their value with doting attention, something that can quickly overwhelm those who don’t need it, making it ultimately unwelcome. Furthermore, Consuls often neglect their own needs in the process.” John is a deeply selfish person but he does act like someone who tries to get affection by giving everything of himself, often to the point that he makes the other person uncomfortable.

I literally love this dramatic edit it's so good

Faith Seed/Rachel Jessop: ENFP-The Campaigner

I have nothing to add, it just fits. At the most, I think Faith is a little more pragmatic than she lets on (given that whole “if violence is the only language you choose to speak”) but to me, that can easily be an extension of the ENFP’s ability to connect emotionally. It means they know how to cut people off 

Strength

Curious: I mean you don’t end up in a cult willingly without a little curiosity. Faith also seems mildly intrigued by the Deputy’s resistance, and while this eventually culminates in frustration with our intractability, I believe there’s a genuine investment in the journey to conversion

Observant: Faith is cued into her public perception, both from the resistance and the cult, and consciously constructs it. She also shares Joseph’s ability to tune into emotions and exploit them.

Energetic and Enthusiastic: How much of her ray of sunshine persona is constructed for the benefit of converting people will probably never be answered, but I don’t believe it can be constructed whole cloth. I think Rachel always was a person with a lot of heart and enthusiasm for her passions, even if it's not as constant as Faith Seed wants you to believe

Excellent Communicators: There’s a reason she’s regarded as the Siren. She can talk people into things even they don’t want to do. Certainly left me shook

Know How To Relax: *insert weed joke here*

Very Popular and Friendly: Again, her Siren persona may not be 100% genuine, but you can’t fake that level of charisma

Weaknesses:

Poor Practical Skills: Listen, Rachel is smart as hell (definitely smart enough to develop a drug and orchestrate mass production thereof), but her planning skills? Not great. Up until Burke gets taken out of the Bliss her plan seemed to be “talk with the Deputy over and over until they change their mind”. She kicks it up a notch after she finally gets annoyed with us but it seems a bit more “making it up as she goes”, and she falls back on strategies that have worked for her before but aren’t really effective for the Deputy. In fairness, I don’t think any of the Seeds are strong in the planning department

Overthink Things, Get Stressed Easily: Unlike with John and Jacob, Faith doesn’t really let us in to see her darker side. She prefers to speak of her flaws in the past tense. Yet clearly anxiety has been an issue in her life, given how deeply her isolation sat with her and her sense of worthlessness. Using drugs as an escape from stress also makes sense for her character, at least from my perspective

Highly Emotional: Faith communicates in emotional terms, manipulates people through emotions, and unlike someone like Jacob Faith loses her temper. She shouts at us, demonstrates her frustration very openly, even screams at us that we couldn’t possibly understand her.

Independent to a Fault: Her personal history gives her some interesting codependent issues with Joseph but based on what we hear of her from Tracey Rachel resented anyone trying to control her, even if they had her best interests at heart, and was perfectly willing to burn bridges over people questioning her choices. 

If people are interested I can develop these out more. I may eventually do these for the police force members too but frankly, we’re given less to deal with for them, in particular with Joey and Staci, so who knows.

[penny-beee]

Tough Love

Warning: pure angst and marijuana

Summary: trust issues

Based off the song Tough Love by Young L3x

She don’t feel the love no more

She can’t take the lies no more

She want get high some more

Cus every n**** lied and deceived her

She think everyone gon fuck and leave her

“Why have you been so distant lately?” I stressed, groaning as I read the text that popped up on my little device.

‘Out with the boys. Xoxo.’ You’d think that ‘xoxo’ would make it better but he always put that when something was wrong between us. I tossed my phone down onto the beside table. I pulled the drawer open and grabbed my last joint. Smoking only ever suppressed the trust and anxiety issues that constantly boiled up inside. Taking a big hit, my body felt lighter than it had when he sent the text.

For the thousandth time, it felt as if the man I had put my all into, fell out of love. The man had pushed himself out of it so I could leave him and he wouldn’t feel bad. He had become everything I hoped he wouldn’t.

Trust issues, gon hold you back

She call her man like, where you at ?

Where the bitches at? You where the liquor at?

She gon fuck one of his boy , to get him back

To add to the two joints, a bottle of Tito’s laid beside me. Now half empty, the liquid confidence was gonna start dropping out of my mouth. I dialed Jaebum number, waiting for him to answer.

“Hello? (Y/n)?” He shouted, loud pumping music filled my ears harshly.

Anger rising up, “out with other bitches are we. So that’s the game we’re gonna play. Fine. Let’s see who wins.” I shouted back, the curses left my tongue effortlessly.

“What? Babe I’m with the boys?”

I had hung up too quickly to hear that.

You met him at the club

Though he was your husband

You tried to show him that you loved him

But now he left you for another one

And you calling Dr.Phil for a one on one

“Hey, it’s not a pickup line or anything, but you’re gorgeous.” The stranger observed, looking up and down.

“Why thank you,” I smiled. “I’m (y/n).”

——

“Baby, you’re sick. Just go rest, stop being the ‘tough man’ for two seconds and go lay down. I’ll make you some soup and tea.” I chuckled, lightly leading him to bed, he groaned and flopped down into the covers.

“I’m fine really, just a sore throat.” He argued.

“Let me take care of you, it’s okay.”

——

“I’m done, I have someone that brings fire in my life. Not domestication.” He sneered, I sat in disbelief as he had the audacity to bring his new woman to our home.

She smirked down at me, her shoulders under his bicep. Exactly where I used to stand and hug him. “U-uh, yeah.. okay.. uh..” not really letting the situation sink in.

Till she leaned up and kissed his cheek, as if the boss level had been beaten. I felt the tears well up, threatening to spill over and create a monsoon. “I’ll find another place.” I stated, standing on my two feet I shuffled into the once happy place and packed my things into two of my suitcases messily. “What the fuck.” I cried, tears now wetting my entire face. Once again I had been torn apart.

You should know better

Girl you should know better

Girl you should know better

To never love a man , Never trust a man

Never give it all to a man

The new apartment felt cold, empty and depressing. For the last time it felt like I had given what I could, no more love to lend or give. Time after time, without disappointment, I had been played like a brand new board game. This time it only felt 10x worse because of the effect he had on my life.

[badtimes103]

katsuki bakugou x reader

warnings: language, sexual mention

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it was a normal day in the UA dorms, class had just let out and all of 1-A was stumbling back to their rooms after an intense day of training. you were unaware of the pair of eyes on you as you rubbed your sore neck and walked with your friends. bakugou felt like his eyes were trained into you for years even if he had met you only a few months ago. he watched curiously as you rubbed your muscles to loosen them, how your strong but delicate hands worked around your shoulder. his gaze continued as you worked down to your wrist and then to your lower back.

watching you was his guilty pleasure, not sure whether it helped or harmed him. he was knocked from his daydream by kirishima hitting his back,

"you might want to blink a couple times a minute, man." he laughed, "go talk to her-"

"why would i do that, moron ? just drop it."

kirishima had noticed bakugou's change in attitude as of late. his friend was always angry, aggressive even, but it only seemed to worsen when you transferred here from a different hero school. bakugou had faltered when it came to his focus on his studies, he was still a fierce competitor when sparing or training but it's almost as if his motive changed slightly.

bakugou couldn't stand how your presence made him feel, women and relationships were a waste of time to him. he never found the same interest in his female peers like the other boys of class 1-A. the thought of anything romantic had never crossed his mind. every now and then he'd get the unoriginal remark from his mother of never being able to find a nice girl with that anger of his. he would always brush it off, not caring what the 'hag' was saying.

at first he thought the knot in his chest that formed the moment you were introduced to the class was just another annoyance being added to his index. but a few days later you had unintentionally brushed past him in the lunch room and the knot returned tighter, some how different from the constant rage he had been accustomed to.

he found himself not able to shake the memory from his brain, not a word was transferred between you two but that one encounter replayed in his mind on repeat. he found himself trying to set up more chances of interacting. he'd wait longer to head to class just to maybe trail a few meters behind you, he'd stay up past 8:30 just to sit in the commons at the same time as you, waiting until you headed to your room before dismissing himself. shame boiled in his mind for his habits being almost stalker-ish.

anytime these actions were questioned he'd blow up on the defensive. stating that he wouldn't do something so idiotic, that he'd never stoop so low as to live his life for someone else. but that was only the first month, eventually you had started to pick up his routine and that he was often somewhere near you. when you confronted him about it, even if it was a passive encounter, he had lashed out.

bakugou hung onto that encounter too, thinking about what he had shouted over and over and regretting it. oh how he hated how he regretted it, he never regretted anything really. he never cared what others thought, it was beneath him. but that first chance he had to communicate with you, he blew it. sure you had laughed it off, others had warned you about him being a loose cannon, but he was convinced you hated him.

believe it or not he did try his hardest to ignore it, to focus on training and becoming the number hero like he use to. he had just gotten a handle on his feelings when on an unlucky afternoon he had accidentally walked into the wrong changing room right before class. while lost in thought and on his way to change into his gym uniform he had opened the wrong door. though he couldn't see much, the image of your bare legs only clad in black lace underwear and toned back was scorched into his mind. your shirt was only half way down when he walked in, he couldn't help his mind from wondering to how nice your ass looked in your thin panties.

he found himself reminiscing on that memory when he was alone, maybe after a stressful day and he when in need to relieve some tension.

the rest of his usual crowd joined him in walking back to the dorms. they conversed between themselves, bakugou's silence wasn't out of the ordinary but not only was he silent he seemed to have his mind in another place entirely. kirishima used this to quietly talk to kaminari, sero, and ashido.

"have you guys noticed something off about him ?" kirishima mentioned,

"yeah !" inputted sero, "like he's distracted."

"ashido, what do you know about l/n ?"

"well we don't talk much, she's much more around jiro and yaoyorozu."

"well boys, i think our katsuki has a little crush-" kaminari teased,

"what are you extras talking about back there ?!" bakugou snapped,

they all claimed ignorance and silently agreed to finish their conversation later. back at the dorms everyone branched off, going their separate ways to change clothes and relax. you had said your farewells to your girls and went to your room. striping form your uniform you threw on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, nothing special. your stomach growled and your next venture was to the kitchen

bakugou had changed too, athletic shorts and a simple t-shirt, before leaving and heading for the elevator. he pressed the button and looked to his right to see his group all chatting at he end of the hall. sero pointed to him and hey all looked before sheepishly waving and skittering away. he shook his head, those imbeciles never stopped annoying him.

   he looked back to the elevator when the ding signified that it was here. when the door opened someone was inside, his chest sank when he realized it was you. you gave him no attention, not looking from your phone. for that he was grateful as he slapped a stern look on his face and entered the elevator. he leaned back against the railing and exhaled softly, he was glad that he was behind you because the sweat excreting from his palms made him slip from the bar.

   he hated this, this nervous feeling he had around you. after months of trying to push it away, in that moment he was secluded in that space with you, he decided to say something. he opened his mouth but nothing came out, a large knot had formed in his throat and not a word would escape. his mind turned to mush as he scattered for even one word to say. before he could get a thing out the elevator reached the first floor and it dinged before opening.

   his sweaty palm slammed into his forehead as he mentally cursed at himself for his lack of confidence. he kicked the door before exiting which gained a few stares. his evil glare put his nosey peers back in their place, he had no issue expressing to these people. why was he so stuck with you,

"i'm above everyone, why is this stupid woman doing this to me ?" he grumbled to himself as he stomped to the commons.

   you had left his view, entering the doorway to the kitchen for a snack. bakugou stuck his hand in his pockets and continued to the couches. he looked around and spotted the same annoying few he called his friends. he noticed the mischievous, shit-eating grin that was held on kaminari's face. bakugou turned to him and snarled, nearing the kitchen's exit.

   you were on your way out, reading the ingredients of the muffin you had found. kaminari looked to sero, cuing him to release a strip of tape toward the bottom of the doorway. bakugou followed kaminari's eyes to sero, the moment he realized what was happening it was too late. since you didn't look where you were going you tripped over the tape that wasn't suppose to be there in the first place.

"oh shit !" you gasped, your snack leaving your palms as you fell.

   bakugou was in front of the kitchens exit when you fell. his reflexes were quick but his stance was off, one hand grabbed your wrist before tumbling down to the floor with you on top of him. his other hand snapped above his head and skillfully caught your falling muffin.

   your eyes locked, a laugh escaping you before you started to scramble for ample footing.

"aw, sorry baku ! thanks for saving my food." you got up and snatched the muffin from his palm. "what the fuck sero ? keep your shitty tape in you body next time !"

   bakugou was flushes pink, not sure what had done it. whether it was the contact, the pet name, or the way you spoke to his friend, it all seemed to spread a dumb look on his face and goosebumps through his body. he laid on the floor trying to recover before you reached out a hand to him.

"sorry, again." you helped him to his feet, "are you alright ? i expected you to blow up like 'look where you're going you damn extra !'"

   he still couldn't get out anything but a stutter.

"you hit your head when you went down ?" you laughed,

   he growled and pushed past you, he was annoyed with how cute he found your mocking. everything he felt was so out of character that he found just leaving was a better solution. you shrugged it off and popped open your treat before walking to the elevator again.

   baukugou fell to the couch next to kaminari, still holding his sly grin.

"i am going to fucking kill you !" he exploded,

"i knew you liked her ! look how pink you are !" kirishima laughed,

   bakugou steamed, shoving his face in his hands before looking back to his friends. sero and ashido had joined them all on the couches.

"listen, idiots. what do i do ?"

   asking for advice was one of the hardest things, right after talking to you, and it showed on his defeated posture. his friends were just eating it up, excitement written all over their faces.

"ugh ! just flirt with her !" ashido blurted,

"and how would i do that ? huh, raccoon eyes ? i can't even get a damn word out when i'm near her !"

"have you never talked to a girl before ?" asked sero,

"of course i have but i never thought about them being a girl, all you extras look the same." he groaned,

"ok guys, i think this is a job for the man of the group." kaminari flexed his bicep,

"oh please, you short circuit anytime you talk to jiro !" kirishima laughed,

"none of you are helping !" bakugou blasted,

"alright alright. i've got this, let's go to my dorm."

   kirishima got up and escorted his friend to his room, leaving the other two to pick on kaminari for his earlier statement. an hour later bakugou was shoved out with a wish of good luck. he was given some tips which he appreciated but would never admit to kirishima.

   he looked into the hallway mirror, attempting to fix his hair before it just popped back into the explosive spikes. he looked down and realized he was still in something undesirable. he sighed, if he were to go back to his dorm he'd end up just giving up and psych himself out.

   he looked to himself one more time,

"get this out of your system, you idiot."

   he took the elevator to your floor and looked around for the list of rooms. he searched for your name and found your room number. when he reached it he looked at it, it had a couple ironic stickers stuck to it. he raised his arm but before he could knock the door flung open. you were shocked to see him standing there, this change of plans chipped at his confidence.

"oh, hey bakugou, here to finally bitch at me about earlier ?" something about your foul language plucked at the knot in his chest.

"uh, no. i, um, just-"

"wanna come in ?"

   this question shocked him, inside your room ? with you ? alone ? he nodded softly before you walked back inside.

   he took in the scenery, it wasn't much, a few posters and personal nicknaks. the desk was mostly filled with unfinished assignments and wrappers.

"look, y/n, i uh-"

   looking to you he was struck by your interested stare as you sit crisscrossed on your bed. he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away,

"this is stupid, i gotta-" he turned for the door but you caught his hand,

"no, tell me what you were gonna say."

   your laugh and smile clogged his throat with the same knot from earlier. he was silent for a few more seconds before something snapped in his brain. all the pep talk from kirishima and nerve he dug up to get here and he was stumbling like an idiot. he let out a groan, over this battle, over keeping it all in. he just broke,

"dammit ! y/n ! why can't you just get it ? i fucking like you !" all kirishima's work to make him smooth was a waste,

"well, that's a relief. i thought you hated me-"

"no, you moron, i like you like you ! i can barely be in the same fucking room with you without producing enough shitty sweat to blow the whole place to pieces ! i sit by and listen to your stupid laugh and watch you have fun and wish it was with me !"

   he didn't allow more than a second of silence before raging,

"fucking forget it ! shouldn't have wasted my time on you." bakugou went for the door,

"well do you want to go on a date ?"

   your words took him back, he stood stiff still reaching for the door.

"what ?"

"yeah, isn't that what you do when you, uh, like someone." he turned back to you,

"fine, i should've been the one to fucking ask but sure. where do you want me to take you ?"

"there's a nice bakery down the street from the school ? i can be ready in twenty."

   he shook his head and headed for the door, you followed him out. he turned to you one last time to say something but it seemed like nothing would come out. you laughed and leaned up before placing a soft kiss on his cheek, patting the other one a couple times before leaving him stunned in the hallway.

"meet you down stairs !" you shouted before shutting the door,

   bakugou shook himself together, a small smile spread to his lips. when he turned to go to his room, his four friends stood peaking at him from the end of the hallway. he walked down to them casually, pushing kirishima into the others like dominoes.

"out of my way, losers. i have to get ready."

[starlightsoulwriting]

Chaos Theory - Chapter Three

A/N: a.skdjfg;.ewukojhdP:SLK iM SCREAMING YOU GUYS 

I'm just really excited about this story and pacing myself is really difficult when I have more than one chapter ready but like I know I need to do that in order to keep consistent updates. I'm also trying to get a job so like wish me luck with that! Let me know what you think! Am I being too cryptic? too obvious? too slow? I need some help lol.

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Chapter Three: Sphinx

11:23 PM

Liana didn’t have to wait long before she was able to see the advancing swarm of androids from over a mile straight down the street, white ants getting ever closer. By the time they would reach the entrance of Recall Center 5, every human would have long since cleared out of the area, prompted to leave by the news and emergency alerts. The block was already nearly deserted, but now even the national guard and SWAT had to clear out. She would be free to move without Perkins fucking things up (again). She stood from her crouch behind the concrete rails and grabbed her things before launching down the fire escape, the cold metal burning even through her fleece-lined gloves.

The National Gaurd had already cleared away all the bodies, leaving the street blue and her soul hollow, knowing her friends had been thrown away like common trash. Stupid Perkins, stupid president. Ruined everything. Her fist curled, nails sharp enough to feel through the leather and heat bloomed in her chest, her brows furrowing. She grit her teeth, before closing her eyes and collecting herself.

Breathe in… Hold…  Breathe out…

Focus.

There’s no use dwelling on what’s already done.

Opening her eyes, she then moved to lean against one of the buildings, rummaging around in her bag, wading through the brick-a-brack in search of what she needed. It’s showtime. She just hoped her words of advice to Connor had confused him enough so he would believe her - or at least build some trust. There was no way this would work if he refused to listen. At least he was a deviant now.

A shudder ran up her spine as memories flashed at the thought of Connor’s less than pleasant machine personality. Liana could still feel the echo of mechanical hands tighten around her throat. Fuck. She smashed her balled fist against the brick behind her.

Deep Breath. Refocus.

You’re safe.

She resumed her search, heartbeat more erratic than it was just a minute ago. She finally found what she was looking for in her bag, though, and she was thankful for the distraction. She pulled out two items from her canvas duffel, a smile tugging at her lips despite the swell of nerves and anger in her stomach. Months of work and it all came down to this next few minutes. She was in the home stretch. - if this worked.

If one looked at the two items in her possession, they wouldn’t seem like anything special. Of course, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Underneath, there was previously unheard of technology hiding. They were designed in every way to blend in, just like her duffel bag was. The silver “watch” in her hand had taken considerably more time to perfect than the canvas sack, however - cramming all the same components into a much smaller package was an obstacle befitting a Genius Grant Laureate such as herself. And she had done it, eventually, after months of chugging unhealthy amounts of coffee.

Her colleagues would be so impressed when she finally got the chance to show it off.

The other object was more discreet - a thin, clear, silicone disc about the size of a dime. If looked at closely, thousands and thousands of tiny circuits could be seen, capable of holding several petabytes of code. The code had been the hard part, actually - the memory disc was a standard piece of equipment for Android Techs looking to temporarily add new code to their charge. All they had to do was press it on the androids temple, opposite their LED, and it would be integrated into their systems.

The hard part of Liana’s job had not only been finding the RK800 model’s base codes, but also working with her software team to actually make a dependable subroutine. The AI techs at Cyberlife did not make her life easy, and while that was their job, Liana couldn’t help but hold a grudge against the coding team for making her take longer than she should’ve.

Although, time-wise, the only thing at stake was Liana’s ever-thinning sanity.

All she needed to do now was to get Connor to wear them and then the rest would follow.

The truth is self-evident, if one is able to remember it.

Connor saw her waiting long before they were in speaking distance. The warehouse androids got there first, swarming the street around Liana, pulling down the barriers of the Recall Center and setting their brethren free. The sound of crunching metal was music to her ears. She leaned back on the brick, trying to appear as casual and non-threatening as possible.

Connor, however, had other ideas, and stalked towards her, head down, eyes dark and fists loosely clenched at his side. Boy was he pissed.

He was always unhappy to see her after Markus died.

“Where are the others? What happened?” He was using his interrogation voice, deliberately standing too close, looming over her smaller frame to intimidate an answer out of her. So much for that whole trusting her thing Liana was hoping for. She took a deep breath, trying to remind herself that this was Connor, and she gently pushed him away with one hand. While he was displeased, he took the hint and withdrew slightly, thank fuck. He made her nervous when he was like that. Her lungs burned again with bad memories.

She rung her hands together and steeled her nerves. “Perkins shot them. I was keeping watch on the roof,” She couldn’t meet his eyes, the intensity in his stare too much for her right then. “Even with warning, there were too many soldiers for them. Josh told me to stay put even if something went wrong. Figured if they were dying I shouldn’t go with them.” Josh was unnerved by the thought of someone dying for a cause not their own, even if they were willing. Plus, she really disliked being shot, so she didn’t exactly insist. Besides, the mission was more important than Jericho at this point, unfortunately.

Connor wasn’t any happier with her, but he understood the logic all too well, and knowing Markus and Josh, it was as likely an explanation as any.

“And how did you know what would happen at Cyberlife tower? How do I know you’re not working for them?”

Liana barked out a very inappropriate laugh despite herself. “‘Cus they fucking shot me!” She shook her head, sighing. “More than once, actually.” She looked back at Connor, guessing correctly that he would be wearing a bewildered expression. “They kinda suck.” Liana shrugged at her understatement. “Although, I have found out a thing or two in my campaign against the evil corporate overlords.” She held up the Silicon coding chip. “For one thing, I know that the Amanda program still has a direct link to your head, and since they know you’re working against them, they are going to try to hack you.” She looked him dead in the (very nice looking) eyes just so he would understand how serious she was - how much hinged on him believing her. He was wary enough of the company that she hoped he would believe her. “Now, you could take the chance to find Kamski’s emergency exit from the Zen Garden Program, or you can take this.”

She took his hand in hers and placed the chip in his palm. “It deactivates the Amanda AI, so even if Cyberlife tries to make a connection it won't go through. You don’t have to trust me on this but…” she looked at her watch. 11:29 PM. “You have three minutes until they try to take over your program and assume control of the android rebellion. You can comb through that program in less than a few seconds to see if I’m telling the truth.”

Connor’s LED went solid yellow for a few seconds, his expression blank and eyes glazing over as he processed the information. When he finished, it flashed red for a moment, before returning to a calming, stable blue. He pressed the code to his temple, letting it deactivate the proper AI subroutines. Liana smiled. Step One: complete. His gaze was focused as he searched her face, confused. “How… do you know all this, Lieutenant?”

Aw, the poor thing was used to knowing everything. She crossed her arms and leaned back on the wall, head resting on the brick so she could look at him properly. “You should just call me Liana. Hank and I won't know which one of us you're talking to if you call us both ‘Lieutenant’ all the time,” she gave a soft laugh. Connor was so formal all the time. “but as for me knowing things I shouldn’t? You should be able to figure that out on your own in a few hours, actually. If I told you right now there’s no way in hell you’d believe me, babe.” His LED blipped red again, but Liana wasn’t sure if it was because of confusion or being called ‘babe’ - from her experience, though, it was probably the pet name.

“You said the same thing at the church - that I wouldn’t believe the truth. I assure you, I’m running very low on explanations for how you know all this. I would be glad for any reasoning, however absurd.”

His expression had been steadily softening throughout the conversation until it reached the familiar puppy-dog look that Liana had sorely missed. It had been a while since she’s seen it in earnest. A bloom of warmth spread through her chest and she held back a smile, wary of confusing the poor android further. “Nah, Con, you’ll see for yourself what’s up. Meet me at the café down the block from the station. 9 o’clock on the morning of November 6th, alright? I’ll explain everything to you then.”

Connor’s LED flickered between red and yellow, and he shook his head. “That’s an entire year away, Lieu- Liana.” She just smiled at the use of her name, ignoring his protest, and presented Connor with the silver watch from her bag. Initiate step two.

“Congratulations on saving the day, Connor. I know you don’t need this to tell time, but I want you to have it. As thanks for putting the Cyberlife suits in their place.”

Connor stared at the gift, yellow blinking LED punctuating the ever-increasing silence between them. But slowly, he reached his hand out and took the watch, clipping it carefully around his left wrist. “Thank you. I’ve never received a gift before.” His voice was soft and Liana had to hold herself back again from hugging him. It was almost too much for her heart to handle.

Breathe in.

Breath out.

Focus.

She smiled gently, finishing the conversation. “I’m glad to give it, Con,” She turned her attention to the androids milling about around them and let out a chuckle. “You should probably talk to them, though, too.” He held her gaze for a moment longer, and turned away.

Suddenly, the spell over the two was broken, and Connor was back among the sea of robots around them. Step Two: complete.

As she watched him take the stage and begin his speech to the mass of machines, the clock turned over.

11:36 PM

and then they were both gone

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[mayonara]

Prompt: High school AU! with Mr.-Popular-Jock-Jason Todd and Kind-of-a-weirdo-Dick Grayson. Please.

Hm, so my brain got rolling on this and somehow I ended up writing 8.3k words. My hands just typed like a madman :3 Anyways, thank you anon! I hope you like this~ (I totally enjoyed it)

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There was always that one student that stuck out in every class. A student that was just a bit odd. There was certainly one in Jason’s class and he’d noticed the teen since the start of junior year, but had ignored him for the most part. But over the course of time, it became difficult to disregard him since he kind of stuck out like a sore thumb and he knew it wasn’t intentional. That was just how he was.

Dick Grayson was that weirdo and for some strange unexplained reason, Jason always found himself watching the teen. He was just so out there, so different than him that he had difficulty keeping his eyes off the teen. If he had to describe them, they were essentially different species, one being an athletic jock and the other being what Jason would describe as a nerd.

The teen had silky dark hair that curled at just the tip of his nape. His bangs were long, slightly parted to the side and fell just enough to cover his brows. He had perfect straight teeth, white and dazzling. Not to mention his bright blue eyes that seemed to glisten whenever he’d speak, his expression a constant glow.

It wasn’t like Dick was bad looking, he really wasn’t. Just, he sort of stood out a lot mainly because of his attire and the way he carried himself. So it was really two aspects that initially attracted Jason to the teen, set the bar for his impression of Dick. The teen was always god damn perky, consistently making small talk with everyone around him. He was a literal ball of sunshine and always wore a smile on his lips. And his clothes, fuck, his clothes were hideous. He never matched, ever, and he couldn’t color coordinate for the love of his life. Seriously, sometimes Jason thought he might be color blind because the colors of his outfit always contrast.

Dick tended to show up to class with vivid colored outfits which could also be a bit dorky. He often wore sweaters and cardigans, or shirts and a hoodie, and often times, if not all the time, the colors of his wardrobe were just so out there, extravagant. Not to mention the designs as well, with odd looking logos on his shirts that made no sense. At least his pants were simple enough, typically wearing jeans though sometimes he’d show up in haggard sweatpants and just why?

How could one be so terribly dressed? That confused the hell out of Jason and he just couldn’t understand what his issue was.

Like right now. He could clearly see the teen in his peripherals. Jason sat at the back of the class and Dick was a little off to his left, diagonal and up a row. He was currently dressed in light blue jeans, a hideous bright yellow sweater with a fish and a—is that pizza on his shirt? Oh wow, It was. Damn, it hurt his eyes to see. The color was offending and it blinded him. He wished he could just ask Dick to change.

It’s not like he could look away either since the teen was directly in his line of vision

The one other thing Jason found weird about Dick was that he often liked to answer the teacher’s questions. In a sense, he was at least fairly smart which was a good thing, but the fact that he kept volunteering himself made him appear as a teacher’s pet. Honestly, it was annoying and Jason wished he would just shut up

But no, he always had to blab his mouth, run it till it tired. If he even got tired of talking

Jason typically went out of his way to avoid the teen, never made eye contact or conversation with him. He didn’t want his reputation as football captain being tarnished. Nope, not by hanging out with Dick Grayson the weirdo, which is what his team called him as well as a few others who also thought he was an oddball.

Thankfully he was only a classmate and Jason didn’t have to communicate with unless prompted.

The thing was—he just—he didn’t know but he sort of found himself becoming strangely interested in Dick. There was just something pulling him in that he couldn’t ignore no matter how hard he tried.

Jason ventured to thelibrary one day after school was over, wanting to check out a book. Despite hisappearance and his status of being a popular high school football player, hedid like to read and enjoyed it immensely. He’d often spend time searching forinteresting titles and renting them from the school library or the publiclibrary. Though he often kept that fact hidden from others for fear of beingjudged so he tended to sneak around when he wouldn’t be noticed. It would ruinhis athletic and bad boy image.

While he was busybrowsing through the mystery isle, searching for a story that would capture hisinterest, he heard a familiar voice calling out to him. One he’d often hearduring class, but one that wasn’t never exactly directed at him.

Jason paused as he wasabout to pull a book out from the shelf. Slowly, he turned his head to face hisguest and found a slightly shorter teen with vivid blue eyes staring straightat him. This wasn’t exactly a face he wanted to encounter.

“Jason!” Dick fucking Graysonwas talking to him and god, his outfit was also terrible today. Hewas sporting a vertical striped shirt of mustard green and yellow with a darkred cardigan on top. He freaking looked like the condiments of a hot dog and toadd a finishing touch, he was wearing glasses. Like, those thick rimmedglasses and it just looked—looked very cu—ugly on him.

Why was he wearingglasses when he typically didn’t during class? Well he did a few times.

Dick must have read hismind or saw that he was oddly focused and staring at his face and made acomment.

“I mainly wear them whenI need to read,” Dick said and pushed up the middle of his frames with a fingeras they were slipping down his nose. “Um—“ he then started, fidgeting with thebook he held in hand by flipping the hard cover up and down. “What are youdoing here?” he asked and Jason supposed it was odd to find him in the library.He typically liked to go when no one was around to see him.

“I—“ Jason said andpaused for a moment as he tried to think up an excuse to use. He didn’t want toexactly out himself for being into reading. Not that he thought it was a badthing, but he didn’t want to subject himself to being a topic of conversationand being judged for not adhering to his ‘image.’ “I was looking for a book forEnglish.”

“Oh,” Dick said and hiseyes brightened. They didn’t share the same English class, and actually onlyhad two classes together, Math and Chemistry, so it’s not like he knew whatJason was using it for. “Do you need help finding one?”

Why was he offering tohelp when Jason had barely talked to him before?

“Uh, no,” Jason replied.“I’m good.”

The smile on his facefaded just a bit, seemed a little upset at the rejection but he shrugged hisshoulders. “Okay. If you need help you can ask me.”

“Sure,” Jason said andglanced around the room so his attention wasn’t on Dick. He was attempting toavoid looking at him in hopes that he would get the hint and leave, but hedidn’t. Dick just stood there and Jason could just feel his gaze on him, feltlike he was burning a hole with his nonexistent eye vision.

“Uh, so,”Jason started, feeling a bit awkward. Maybe he could just ask a few questionsand then attempt to fend him off. “What are you doing here?” He asked,redirecting the question back at Dick.

“I run book club,” Dicksaid and Jason immediately flickered his eyes back to the teen, settled on hisgleeful expression as he beamed brightly.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Dick murmuredand the color of his cheeks glowed a bright pink. He shuffled on his feet,rolled back and forth on the tip of his heels. “It’s every Thursday afterschool. It’s mainly club members who show up but um, it’s open to all.” Thatlast sentence hung in the air, hovering around the two and seemed to imply ifJason was interested, he was welcome to come though he wasn’t straightforwardlyinviting him.

“I see,” Jason replied,unsure of what else to say about that. For being someone who was involved inthe school, mainly sports though, he wasn’t aware that they had a book club. Heknew about other clubs, but not one that was actually one of his interests.

Jason sort of wanted tosee what book club was like.

Again, as if Dick couldjust read his every expression, he added on a few more information. Almostcould sense that Jason was interested. “It runs about an hour long and wetypically vote on a book, read it and then have a discussion about it.”

That did sound appealingand something that Jason would like to partake in since he didn’t really haveanyone else to discuss books with. His friends didn’t read, found that it waslame and would rather just watch TV, movies or hang out and video game.

Jason didn’t breathe aword of his thoughts and just smiled small at Dick who seemed to be glowingwith elation.

“It’s really fun,”he added, quite animated as he started making hand gestures. “We have game daystoo where we play trivia. It’s a way to test who remembers what details wellenough. We give out kudos and prizes sometimes too!”

And then when Jason saidnothing yet again, Dick pressed a little more, growing impatient. “I mean, I’mnot—I’m not pressuring you or anything! It’s just—I mean, I thought it mightbe, I don’t know? Interesting. Um, I enjoy it so I just—“ Dick was stutteringand fidgeting heavily with the hem of his shirt as he tugged and pulled, wasalso swiping his bangs from left to right like a frantic teen. Well, he was ateen, just currently very anxious and maybe Jason should say something and notignore him. He knew he was making Dick nervous and he felt a little bad so heheld up a hand and stopped Dick in his track. 

“I get it,” he saidsharply and caused the teen to jolt back in surprise, vivid blue eyes blinkingat him in offense, that he’d done something wrong to rouse the jock. Jasonhuffed a breath and swiped a hand through his hair, rubbing at the back of hishead bashfully. He maybe should have toned done his irritation just a bit. “Imean I get it. I’m not really interested, but maybe—“ he said and saw howDick’s eyes suddenly brightened up once again, going from a kicked puppy to anenergetic one. “I might come check it out.”

“Yeah?” Dick asked inawe, his smile returning and geez, it was alluring. Kind of cu—no. That’snot what he thought him, just no. Jason quickly shook himselfout of his thoughts and returned his immediate attention back to Dick.

“Yeah, I don’t knowwhen.”

“Oh, anytime is fine!We’re not going anywhere,” Dick exclaimed and slipped the book that he’d beenholding between his arm pits. “Just pop in whenever.”

“Sure,” Jason said andthen took a step back, ready to skedaddle away, but felt a little awkward fordoing so. Luckily for him, he was saved when a redhead, who he knew was Dick’sfriend came up beside him. They shared Math together and he was sure his namewas Wally West or something.

“Hey Dick, ready tostart?” The ginger prompted and quickly side eyed Jason, emerald eyes squintingat him skeptically. Jason just raised a brow and gave him a look, wasn’t surewhy he was glaring at him because he was positive that the teen was glaring.

“Yeah, I’m ready.Everyone here?” Dick asked and Wally nodded, placing his gaze on Dick, givinghim his full attention as he responded before returning his glare back atJason.

Jason stood there stillas a statue, gazing back at the ginger in wonder. What the hell was hisproblem?

“Yep, we’re good to go,”Wally said and curled his fingers around Dick’s bicep, giving him a tug towardsthe opposite direction of where Jason was about to go.

“Okay, just one second,”Dick said and swirled on his heel to face Jason. He was about to take a stepforward, but his friend still had his hand on him, so Dick reluctantly stayedglued to his spot.

“See you tomorrowJason!” Dick called cheerfully and waved at him.

“Yeah…” Jason replied,not to be rude and returned a lazy wave. “Tomorrow.”

And then off he went,whisked away by the ginger who was still throwing him glares.

Why the fuck? Jason didn’t understand what the hell he’ddone to offend the redheaded teen since he rarely talked to him. Didn’t evenknow who he really was in the first place, but he shrugged it off as it wasn’ta huge problem to him.

Jason returned to hisoriginal task and attempted to successfully choose a book while secretlylistening to the conversation being led by Dick. His voice was soft andsoothing and he was actually pretty good at leading the discussion, gettingeveryone to participate. He’d often peek through the shelf holes to spy on thesession though he didn’t have a really good view.

But at least thediscussion they had seemed insightful, almost sounded fun, and he might havebeen just a bit interested after listening in.

Maybe he’ll sneak inone of these Thursdays.

The next day duringclass, Jason was worried that Dick might try to strike up a conversation withhim because they talked yesterday in the library. To his surprise, he didn’tand that was a bit of a relief since he wasn’t sure how he would have dealtwith that. He didn’t want to be caught talking to the class nerd.

And yet, Jason felt alittle upset that it didn’t happen, felt like he’d actually connected with Dickfor a moment, as awkward as it was. 

It was also strange thatDick didn’t approach him considering he seemed to be the type. He supposed hewas being courteous and giving him space. 

And again, he waswearing a mismatching outfit. Seriously, who dressed him? Actually,who allowed him to leave the house looking like that? Whoever it was needed toget their eyes checked.

Dick was sporting darkwash jeans today and a forest green gradient cotton sweater with the face of acat plastered in the middle. His hair was a wild mess, sticking up all aroundhis head, almost as if he’d just woken up out of bed. Maybe he did and waslate, didn’t have enough time to fix himself up.

The clothes today weretame compared to other days, but his hair agitated Jason. He could feel hisfingers tingling with the need to brush it, flatten all those strands that weresticking up. God damn, it was bothering him a lot and he really wanted to walkup behind him during break and comb it all down.

But alas, he did not andlet it fly.

When lunch rolledaround, Jason spotted Dick sitting a table away from him while he was currentlyseated with his friends, the football team, chatting away about movie nightthat they had set up for the weekend. Roy Harper, his best friend andvice-captain was talking about inviting girls and Jason didn’t much care forthat. He didn’t mind though so he let Roy do whatever the hell he wanted.

Currently, he was toopreoccupied with Dick to really care about anything else. Watched as the teensat with his little group of friends. The ginger was there today as well and hewas joined by another ginger, a girl with gorgeous long hair and another girlwith medium length jet black hair. He’d seen Dick with this particular group ofpeople often and assumed that was his posse. 

Jason remembered seeinghim with a few others as well and oh—there they were as they all filtered inand populated the table, filling it up. Jason watched as they chatted amongeach other with smiles plastered on their faces, laughing and giggling likethey were having a damn good time.

Jason wondered what itwas that they were talking about, a bit curious about the kind of conversationsDick and his friends had. He wasn’t sure what kind of interests Dick hadbesides books and weird clothes. Seriously, how did none of his friends tellhim that he looked awful? Because if it was Jason, he would probably tell himhe needed to change his outfit, but maybe they just didn’t care enough likeJason did.

He sighed heavily andturned his attention back to his table, listened to them talk about which girlsthey should invite. Honestly, Jason wasn’t too interested in the girl talk andnever usually participated. Only dropped a comment here and there to show thathe was at least paying attention.

Dick’s table seemed abit more appealing at the moment but he couldn’t simply just join them. Thatwould be weird. So he let it slide and started poking at his sandwich before hepicked it up and took a bite.

Maybe he will goto book club next Thursday.

Next Thursday arrivedand Jason did what he said he would do — show up at the library. He made sureto arrive a little later after the session had started so he wouldn’t have todeal with all the introductions and all that crap. He slipped in from behindand hovered in the back of the room, watching Dick from afar. 

Dick was at the centerstage, at the front of the audience sitting down in a chair. The rest wereturned, facing him and the seats were set up in rows, curling just slightly atthe edges so it formed a half circle, a way to include everyone and make itmore uniform.

The raven haired teenwas holding up a book and opened the floor to anyone who wanted to speak. Thestudents would raise their hand and he’d select them, giving each and every onea turn to speak and whoever wanted to jump in could do so.

Jason surprisinglystayed for the entire session, really interested in the book they werediscussing. And every so often, he found his eyes meeting Dick’s. Vivid blueeyes would stare at him briefly for just a few seconds before he’d settle themback on his audience.

An hour passed byquickly and everyone had packed up and left the library, even his ginger friendwho tossed him a dirty glare as he was leaving.

That was still a mysteryto him.

Dick was the last toleave, had his bag slung on his shoulders, snapping the front of the straps tokeep it secured on his back.

Jason didn’t know why hewas lingering around waiting for Dick, but he did and the raven haired teencaught him. He immediately made a bee-line for Jason, weaving around the chairsand carts and stopped right in front of him.

His lips were spreadwide into a smile and his expression glowed, literally. Dick’s face was a rosyred, cheeks a tad darker than other parts of his face and he seemed excited.

“Hi!” Dick greetedgleefully.

“Hey,” Jason returned,but in a less enthusiastic tone, using just his normal vocal range.

“You came,” Dick saidand Jason slowly nodded his head.

“Yeah, I did.”

“So…how was it?” Dickasked curiously and fumbled with his glasses, almost as if he was slightlynervous. Jason had noticed this the first time they spoke since it happenedoften during their brief encounter. He assumed it was a habit that Dickfidgeted when he was uncomfortable or anxious as he was consistently tugging orpulling at something each time a trouble expression appearedon his face.

It was kind of anadorable trait.

“It was good,” and itreally was. Jason enjoyed it a lot that he actually wanted to read the bookhimself.

“Oh,” Dick said andblinked in surprise. “That’s—that’s good,” he said with a big smile, flashinghis perfect teeth. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Yeah, I actually did.”

Dick chuckled softly atthat and wow—that was really cute. And this time, he couldadmit that because it was cute. His laughter was soft and filled with warmth, adelight to hear.

“Would you come again?”Dick asked and fluttered those long eyelashes in an attempt to woo him in.

And did it woohim in. “I would be interested so possibly,” Jason answered and JesusChrist, who would have known that his smile could grow any brighter?Because it fucking did. Dick was beaming with pleasure and looked as if hecould jump for joy.

“I’m glad to hear that,”Dick said, relaxed himself to a norm as he exhaled loudly, almost as if he’drealized he might have overreacted a bit. “Did you want to read the book we’regoing to discuss next? We just finished the one today. Typically we assign aportion of the book to read every week before the session,” Dick added.

Jason had actuallywanted to participate, but he felt a bit indecisive about it so he’d beenstalling. Now that Dick offered, he felt like he could take it. If he hadn’tasked, Jason would have just left it as so.

“Sure,” Jason replied.“I’m down for that.”

“Great!” Dick exclaimedand then unbuckled his straps, slipping his backpack off and settled it on theground. He crouched down and zipped it open, stuck a hand in and dug around forsomething. He pulled out a paperback book and stood back up, handed it off toJason to take. “Here,” Dick said and gestured for Jason to take the book fromhim.

The jock just stared atit, perplexed at his actions. “This is…yours though?”

“It is but you canborrow it. I already finished reading it,” Dick offered, shaking the book atJason awkwardly because he still hadn’t taken it from him.

Turquoise eyes glancedfrom the book to Dick and back to the book in wonder. Finally, he wrapped hisfingers around the item and graciously received it from Dick.

“It’s a mysterydetective type story. I think you’ll enjoy it. You were looking at mysteryearlier, no?”

“Uh—“ fuck he totallygot found out by that. “That was for class,” he lied and tried to remind Dickthat it wasn’t for his enjoyment purposes.

“Ah,” Dick said andseemed to school himself for possibly misinterpreting when he actually didn’t.“That’s right. Yeah. Well I think you’d enjoy it either way.”

“Thanks. I’ll read it.”

“We’re reading up tochapter 5 by the way.”

“Sure, can do,” Jasonsaid and tucked the book into his own backpack as Dick slipped his back on.They were finally packed and ready to leave the school.

“Um—“ Dick interjectedwhen Jason was about to open the door to enter the hallway. “Do you want towalk to the gates together?” He asked shyly and bit down on his lower lip.

God, the way he wasacting was even making Jason blush and he had to look away for a second as hesqueezed his eyes shut and tried really hard not to blush.

“Sure,” he repliedbecause he didn’t mind it honestly.

“Great.”

The two walked the shortdistance from the library to the front gates, had a very nice conversationabout something completely random, about food actually before they parted ways,Jason heading off to the parking lot and Dick being picked up by a damn limo.

Wait—a limo?

And then he rememberedwho his father was. That’s right, Dick was the adopted son of the billionaireBruce Wayne. How could he forget about that? Probably wasn’t something heactually tended to remember since Jason kind of hated rich kids.

Though Dick didn’t actlike a rich kid at all. Actually didn’t seem like a rich kid considering hewasn’t snotty or arrogant. Didn’t speak to others like he looked down on themin a condescending tone. He was fairly nice and social, had a lot of friendsand was easy to speak to.

Just his wardrobe was adifferent matter altogether. Yes, Jason had an issue with it andmaybe someday, he could help him dress better.

Maybe.

From then on out, Jasonended up going to book club every Thursday. He started off observing in theback of the room, mentally joining in on their conversations, agreeing insidehis mind on certain topics as well as disagreeing on others.

Gradually, he gravitatedtowards the members and eventually joined them in their ranks. Often sat in theback row though and only piped in here and there.

He and Dick were alsogetting along as well, often staying after book club had ended to discuss a fewthings. Well, anything really. They started off talking about books and thenventured off into their other interests.

Jason had learned thatbesides reading, Dick actually liked to play videos games and often did so withhis younger brothers. He also enjoyed watching movies and TV series as well anda lot of the ones he watched Jason had also seen.

He was slowly learningthat he and Dick had a lot in common, more so than he thought and it was kindof pleasant. Dick was fun to talk to and Jason enjoyed every moment with him.He was a constant ball of energy and brought laughter into their conversations.Not to mention he told really bad puns which Jason kind of enjoyed.

He was geeky, quirky,smart and fun. Also really really cute. With the way hesmiled, always full of sunshine and his expressive blue eyes, eyes that alwaysglowed and spoke his true emotions, something that Jason really enjoyeddeciphering. His adorable laugh and the way he’d chuckle, light and warm. Hisfreaking glasses that he sometimes wore, gave him that nerdy flare but it wasjust damn adorable on him. Dick’s luscious black hair that just never seemed tobe tame some days and all Jason wanted to do was just run his hands through it.

And all the way down tohis appearance. The teen was tall, but shorter than Jason, not significantly sobut a good portion. His build was lean, but he wasn’t skinny. Far from it. Heactually had a bit of muscle and when asked what he did to maintain his shape,Dick replied that he did gymnastics and he often practiced at home. Which madesense because he was actually quite fit underneath all those clothes.

Last but not least,Jason had grown to like his outfits. It was hard for him to admit at first asit offended him highly, but the more he talked to Dick and the more he saw him,his clothes just sort of grew on him. It oddly fit his personality well and itwas just a special flare that Dick had. Honestly, it added to the appeal.

The most surprisingthing was Jason just sort of found himself falling for Dick. He never thought he’dever like the teen, but there was just something about him that drew Jason in.And the more he got to know him, the more he found out what it was that he wasinterested in Dick. Now he was just head over heels for the teen and wanted toask him out.

But he didn’t dare,afraid that he’d be judged for it. They still didn’t interact during classhowever which Jason was thankful for. He didn’t want to have to deal withpeople asking him why he was talking to the weirdo.

Unfortunately, thingscouldn’t stay as it was.

Jason arrived to classearly and headed straight for his seat so he could get situated. The otherstudents were slowly filtering into the classroom after having come from theirprevious one. He was pulling out his textbook and supplies, prepping himselffor class when someone came up to his desk and interrupted him.

He felt a shadow hangover him and lifted his eyes to meet the face of his guest.

It was Dick.

“Hey Jason,” Dickgreeted with a hesitant smile as he adjusted the strap of his backpack. He wasstanding right in front of his desk, gazing at Jason as they locked eyes. Andimmediately, Jason could feel everyone’s attention on them, probably judgingand wondering why Dick was talking to him so casually.

Jason sucked in abreath, felt his heart skip a beat, slowly increasing as seconds ticked by. Hecould feel the airway of his lungs getting clogged as the anxiety built upwithin his chest. He held off on answering, attempting to extend the period ofsilence in hopes that Dick would go away, but of course he didn’t.

“Um,“ Dick startedand tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, hand trembling ever so slightly.“Can I borrow a pen? I forgot mine,” he asked in a wavering tone.

Jason was too anxioushimself to see that Dick was also nervous and didn’t pipe a word and tried hisbest not to look around the room. He could feel everyone’s gaze on him and kepthis attention focused on anything but his classmates and Dick, especially Dick.So he just stared at his desk like it was the most interesting thing in theworld.

“Um…Jason?” Dicktried again, voice small and Jason cringed from the slight sadness that hedetected in his voice. He could tell that Dick was getting a little upset.

He huffed a breath. “Ihave no pen for you to borrow,” Jason hissed sharply and mentally grilledhimself for saying such a thing to Dick. Not when he liked himand wanted to date him. Not after all the enjoyable smallmoments they spent together. It was, his stupid prejudice was getting in theway. His fear of being ridiculed by people who didn’t matter and the need hefelt to protect himself from subjection.

“Oh…” Dick murmured,tone faltering. “I—“

“Why are you eventalking to me anyways?” He added and god, why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut.Why was he embarrassing Dick in front of everyone by rejecting him?

Because Jason didn’twant to be judged.

“I—I’m—“ his breathhitched and Jason felt really bad. Felt the pit of his stomach drop, dreadfilling his body. “Sorry,” he apologized, voice oh so small and quietand fuck, that was the saddest he’d ever heard Dick.

The teen turned andwalked away from his desk and settled himself in his own. Jason drew in a heavybreath and kept his eyes glued to his desk, could hear people shuffling andwhispering around him.

It wasn’t until the bellrang when he snapped his head forward and found his gaze falling upon Dick. Themoment his turquoise eyes registered the expression on Dick’s face, guiltstruck him in the heart and he deeply regretted his actions. The raven hairedteen’s cheeks were bright red and he’d slipped on his glasses, but they wereslightly fogged up. Jason could clearly see tears at the corner of his eyes andhe knew he was trying his best not to cry.

Fuck, Jason shouldn’t havesaid that. He shouldn’t have treated Dick like he was offended by him for fearof being judged. Because honestly, who gave a fuck what others thought aboutthem? They didn’t have a say in what Jason chose to do or who he chose toassociate himself with. None at all.

And yet because he caredabout those reasons that he stated above, he did what he did and treated Dickpoorly.

He’d fucked himself overand ruined their friendship that had been flourishing.

He wanted to so badly tomake it up to Dick, to mend their relationship but he just didn’t have thecourage to do so and left it at that.

Weeks passed by withoutJason interacting with Dick. He’d skipped out on book club as well and that wasreally the only time they spoke.

Dick was ignoring himtoo, avoiding Jason as best as he could with the same amount of effort Jasonwas putting in. The small smiles or waves that the teen would toss at him whenthey happened to make eye contact were no more and Jason found himself missingthat.

He’d also noticed thatDick seemed less chipper than usual, almost as if a wave of depression hit him,bringing him down. The color of his clothing had dimmed, less vibrant colorsand darker shades and there seemed to be a cloud of darkness hovering abovehim. His mood flipped, doing a complete 180 and Jason knew he was the cause andfelt awful about it.

And the stupid thing wasno one around them cared. No one gave a single fuckthat Dick had asked him a very simple question that day.

His friends in classdidn’t seem bothered by it. Just told him it was weird that Dick spoke to himout of the blue, but other than that they didn’t think anything of it. Theyeven went so far as to add on that it would have been interesting to conversewith him. Despite the fact that Dick was a bit of weirdo, no one seemed tothink too badly of him. Even though they sometimes clowned on him, made fun ofhim which Jason would actually glare at them for and eventually defended Dick afew times when it went too far.

Though in all honesty,no one cared about what Jason did or didn’t do. Even if he was one of the ‘popular’ kidsand captain of their all-star football team, it was just a title and a momentof fame, and though he had fans, that was just really it.

Over the past few weeks Jasonhad reflected on his actions, realized how wrong he’d been to react like thatto Dick and knew he needed to make it up somehow. That he was being selfish andimmature, being prejudice against Dick just because they were ever so slightlydifferent but they weren’t. And it wasn’t a bad thing to be different becauseno one person was the same.

In summary, Jason was anasshole.

He wasn’t exactly surehow to mend the broken relationship since Dick wouldn’t give him his time.Whenever he attempted to corner him alone, Dick dodged his attacks and swiftlyescaped. His ginger friend was often around him as well, acting as a guard ashe glared daggers at Jason and pulled him away.

It was annoying and hejust wanted to make up for his mistakes, apologize to the teen but it was hardsince he couldn’t even get any time to just talk to him.

So the one option he hadwas to apologize to him in person at his house.

Or well, manor.

Wow. Just wow.

Jason was amazed at thesize of the manor and stared at it in awe as he parked on the long and gloriousdriveway. His eyes were literally about to pop out of its sockets as he gawked,mouth ajar and just speechless. He knew Dick was rich, but damn,this was extreme. He couldn’t even see the end of the building, just the frontand that was even astonishing to him.

Wayne manor was ofcourse gated, but he’d spoken to the butler on the intercom before the gatesopened up, allowing him inside. He’d parked at the front and took the longpathway up to the door. It was long and wide, reached very high up and Jasonjust couldn’t get over the size of it. Seriously, his house was tiny comparedto this.

He found the doorbelloff to the side, rang it and waited for an answer. The door clicked opened afew minutes after and there stood an old English man wearing a fitted butlersuit.

“Good afternoon,” thebutler, Alfred, as he introduced himself as earlier said. “It is nice to meetyou Master Jason.”

Oh fuck, he’d never beencalled Master before. This was odd and slightly uncomfortable.

“Um, yes, hello,” hereplied awkwardly, sort of wanted to correct him to just call him Jason butfelt like it wouldn’t fly so he dropped it. “Dick is home?” Jason asked, gotright to the chase.

“Yes, Master Dick ishere. Shall I escort you to him?”

“Ah, yes please,” Jasonsaid.

The butler gestured ahand for Jason to enter the mansion and he did. His eyes immediately tooknotice of the grand hallway, could see how classy and expensive it looked.There were beautiful vases and pictures that adorned the walls and table,intricate and looked quite antique.

Jason knew he was in fora large surprise as he followed the butler down the hallway.

He’d showed upunannounced, requested to see Dick because he needed to talk to him. Alfred hadasked if he had an appointment which Jason said no, but moved to explain it wasimportant and to not tell him. The butler was a bit skeptical at first, butdidn’t sense any harm from Jason so allowed him inside.

They weaved through afew rooms and then finally stood at the forefront of two large double doors.

“Master Dick is in thelibrary.”

“Ah.” Of course he wouldbe. “Thanks,” Jason said and stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do.

The butler low keyrolled his eyes and opened the door for him to enter. Jason took one stepinside and the door closed shut behind him, locked him inside of this largelibrary, like nothing he’d ever seen before. It was possibly bigger than one ofthose book stores, at least he thought it was. Either way, it definitely lookeddense and it reminded him of those amazing personal libraries he’d seen inmovies. The walls were filled to the brim and shelves were lined up in neatrows in the middle of the room, all housing a variety of books. Each sectionwas also labeled, an easy way to maneuver through

Jason was in amazementand couldn’t help but gasp quietly to himself. He slipped into one of the rows,trekking along and getting lost in the vast amount of books there was to offer,completely forgetting why he was here. He was distracted from the mission he’dset out to accomplish and was pulling out books from the shelves, flippingthrough as he read each summary. He was so absorbed in his actions that when heheard a gentle voice echo into the enormous room, he jumped, startled by thesudden intrusion of another.

But he recognized thatvoice anywhere.

“Alfred?” Dick calledand Jason could hear footsteps approaching him, getting closer and closer untilhe caught Dick standing at the end of the row.

Dick almost jumped back,blue eyes going wide in disbelief at seeing Jason standing in his library. “Jason?”He said, voice growing a pitch higher. “You’re—what?” he furrowed hisbrows in confusion and was trying hard to not freak out. “What are you doinghere?” He seemed a bit lost for a moment, eyes blinking rapidly until hefinally gathered himself whole and strode right towards the taller teen.

Jason pushed the bookback onto the shelf and turned his body to fully face the teen when he came upto him.

“Why?” He asked againand dropped his book to the ground so he could cross his arms over his chest.

“I wanted to apologize,”Jason said, getting right to it. This was what he came here for and this waswhat he needed to do first and foremost.

Dick just arched a browat him and scoffed. “I don’t need your apology.”

“You do,” Jason said andbreathed heavily, felt a chill shudder down his spine, hands going cold fromthe thought of rejection. If Dick was this pissed at him than he’d royallyfucked up and hurt the teen. He’d never seen him so angry before, glaring athim with those gorgeous blue eyes as if he was the enemy.

“I don’t. I—I heard youloud and clear. Obviously you don’t want to be my friend.”“I—“ Jason started but Dick cut him off.

“I thought we werefriends. I thought we were…getting closer. I kept my distance fromyou because you seemed to be wary of others. But I just thought—maybe you, Idon’t know. I just wanted to try and it took a lot ofcourage to confront you in front of others. But you just went and—“ Dick wasspeaking quickly, words flowing out like a waterfall and he sounded sodistressed, so upset that he couldn’t articulate his feelings well.

But Jason understood. Heknew exactly what Dick was getting at and if he’d only known that this was howhe felt, he wouldn’t have treated him like that. If he was a better person, hewouldn’t have done that, but he wasn’t.

Dick huffed, drew in arickety breath and chewed on his bottom lip as he squeezed his arms. “Ijust thought it would have been okay. We were getting along and…” hetrailed off into a gentle whisper, his voice blending into the tenseatmosphere. It was heavy and weight down on Jason’s shoulders and he couldclearly feel the emotions oozing out of the teen.

“I’m sorry,”Jason blurted, needed to get it out in the open. “I’m really sorry,”he repeated genuinely, captured Dick’s gaze with his own to ensure that thiscame from the heart. That he wasn’t just saying this because he actually truly feltapologetic of his actions.

Dick stayed silent, hisbreathing coming in short bursts and kept his blue eyes focused on Jason,staring back at him just as intensely as Jason was.

Jason took that as asign to continue. “I was wrong. I know that what I did was not respectful andyou didn’t deserve it. I hurt you and I embarrassed you because I only thoughtof myself. And honestly, it shouldn’t have mattered what other people thought.Me, a jock, and you, a—“ Jason said and made a hand at him, unsure what todefine Dick as. He was sort of a nerd, but that just seemed like an awful termto label him as. “You,” he went with and the corner of Dick’s lipstugged into an amused smile.

“It’s okay. You can callme a nerd. I am. I know I’m weird too, but I’m quite happy andconfident in myself,” Dick said and Jason breathed a sigh of relief knowingthat he hadn’t offended Dick.

“You said it,” he saidand Dick just smiled softly. “It was all just in my head and even though we maybe different, we aren’t. We are so much more alike than I would have everthought and we have a lot in common. I just—“ he said and paused for a moment,struggling with his emotions. Debated on whether he should just say it or not.

The clock ticked,seconds passing by and then minutes. There was an awkward silence lingering inthe air where neither of them said a word. It was grating on Jason’s nerve andhe grew impatient. Figuring what the hell, he just went with what his heart wastelling him and took action.

“I like you,” Jasonsaid, could feel his nerves tingling as his heart rate increased, his anxietyblooming as he confessed his utmost feelings to Dick. “I really likeyou and I want to date you.”

The amusement on Dick’sface quickly dimmed and was replaced by an expression full of shock. The teen’seyes were blown wide, eyebrows raised high with his lips parted, forming asmall o. His arms had fallen limply to his side as he just stood there andgawked.

“You what? You—saythat again?” Dick murmured, finally able to find his voice again.

Jason only wanted to sayit once and he could feel heat crawling onto his cheeks, embarrassed. He suckedin a breath and repeated it one more time.

“I like you. Willyou please go out with me?” Jason spoke more firmly this timeand as clear as he could in case Dick claimed that he couldn’t understand himbecause he did not want to stay it a third. He was already mortified enough andwanted to crawl into a hole.

Dick’s face lit up andthat pretty smile of his returned. “Yes,” he replied and took a step forward toclose the distance between Jason. “Yes,” he repeated and dropped hisvoice, a touch of sultry finding it’s way in as he pressed a hand to Jason’schest, curled his fingers into his shirt and latched on. “Let’s date.I…want to be your boyfriend,” he whispered and rolled onto his tip toes,bringing his face close to Jason’s, so close that their lips were merecentimeters from meeting, just hovering in proximity. 

Jason wasn’t sure ifthat meant it was okay and could only assume it was fine. He slithered an armaround Dick’s thin waist and tugged him close as the teen fell against hischest and into his arms. With all of his courage, he shortened the smalldistance between them and crushed their lips together into a fervent kiss.

The kiss was toxic and everythingJason had wanted. The feel of Dick’s lips were soft and warm, just slightly alittle chapped and he tasted kind of sweet, almost fruity. It sent shivers downhis spine, pleasuring filling every inch of his body and he wanted more.

Though their kiss was alittle clumsy and inexperienced as their teeth bumped against one another andDick was giggling about it while Jason was trying very hard to not join him andcontinued kissing him, but the teen just made it so damn hard,so he split.

Dick was still laughing,and Jason just rolled his eyes at him, a little irritated because here he was,trying to have a sweet moment but Dick was ruining it for him.

“Dick,” Jason saidfrustratingly and huffed.

“I’m sorry!” Dick saidand sucked in a large breath, trying to hold back his laughter and calm hissnickers. “I just—I’ve never really kissed anyone before.”

And at that comment,Jason’s eyes widened at him and he had to blink a few times to rid himself ofthe initial strain. “Wait…are you telling me that I was your first?”

A cherry red dusted hischeeks and he shyly nodded as he ducked his head under Jason’s chin and circledhis arms around Jason’s waist, embracing his now boyfriend.

“No shit?”

“Yes way,” Dick sighedpleasantly and buried his face against Jason’s hoodie. “You’re my firstkiss…” he murmured, voice muffled from where he was hiding.

Jason exhaled loudly,trying to let that piece of information process through his mind. It was justso shocking that it took a while for him to register the fact that he wasDick’s first kiss. It was just too fucking amazing and he was honestly jumpingin joy mentally.

He was also finally ableto tuck his fingers into Dick’s luscious hair, buried them deep and slowlycombed it back in attempt to work out the tangles. He was having one of thosemessy hair days as well as another wardrobe malfunction which he didn’tactually mind anymore and today, Dick was sporting a baggy bright green sweaterwith worn out grey sweatpants.

But even then, he wasstill very cute and it was just an adorable quirk of his. And if he had knownit was Dick’s first kiss, he would have done it more carefully and skillfully.

It just—well, theway he approached him didn’t seem like he was that inexperienced. There wasjust an air of allure that he oozed when Dick slyly came up to him. Maybe hewas just a natural at being seductive.

Not that Jason minded.

“Do you uh—“ Dickstarted, finally crawling out of his embarrassment and tilted his head back tostare at Jason as the teen glanced down to look at him. “Want to read a bookwith me?”

Jason smiled gently andpecked his lips in a chaste kiss. “Of course.”

The two laughed andscurried off to a corner of the library, settling in a little nest that Dickhad built filled with blankets and pillows. Dick plopped himself in betweenJason’s lap and handed him the book, pulled a blanket to cover them as theycuddled.

Jason smiled softly athis boyfriend, flipped the book open to the first page and started readingaloud, his gentle voice filling the room as Dick hummed and hmmed at every interesting scene of thebook.

[dracolizardlars]

I was tagged by  @black-satin-dancer cheers bro (also I’ve done this like 5 times but I’ve been here so long I’ve done all of them like 5 times and i don’t even care)

-Last drink: flavoured water but i don’t remember what flavour

-‎Last phone call: doctor’s office :/

-Last text message: to my boyfriend, telling him where I was so we could meet up

-Last song you listened to: King Gizzard And The Lizard Wizard - Greenhouse Heat Death

-Last time you cried: two days ago :/

-Dated someone twice: ummmm... it’s complicated (define ‘dated’)

-Kissed someone and regretted it?: no

-Been cheated on?: no

-Lost someone special?: not unless you count Sir Terry Pratchett, who I never met but was nonetheless special to me

-Been depressed?: still am, baby

-Gotten drunk and thrown up?: oh god no

-Fave colours: purple, blue and grey (i wear literally nothing else)

In the last year have you…

-Made new friends?: yes

-Fallen out of love?: possibly, it might’ve been more than a year ago now

-Laughed until you cried?: probably at some point?

-Found out someone was talking about you?: no??

-Met someone who changed you?: nah

-Found out who your friends are?: hmmm I guess since there’s like 3 people from school who’ve actually kept in contact with me and no one else did 

-Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list?: yes

General

-How many of your facebook friends do you know irl?: all but one, and I know that guy really well we just haven’t met cus he lives in America

-Do you have any pets?: a dog, a cat and a bearded dragon :)

-Do you want to change your name?: I mean, I see myself eventually legally changing my name to Lars, but there’s no rush

-What did you do for your last birthday?: I went to my favourite restaurant with my parents, and then watched the sunset while drinking cider outside the pub that’s next to it.

-What time did you wake up today?: 7:30, for some reason 

-What were you doing at midnight last night?: writing this post for my Shakespeare blog

-What is something you can’t wait for?: going to South Africa in July to do research on crocodiles!!!! (Also the Deadpool 2 movie)

-What are you listening to right now?: Superposition by King Gizzard

-Have you ever talked to a person named Tom?: Yep several of them

-Something that’s getting on your nerves?: the fact that my throat is sore, fuck off cold

-Most visited website: tumblr, but Google Docs is a very close second

-Hair color: blonde

-Long or short hair: shoulder length so I guess moderately long

-Do you have a crush on someone?: oh boy. yes

-What do you like about yourself?: the fact I seem to be naturally very good at science. and my fashion sense. and my ability to analyse fiction (probably linked to the science thing because boy do i love to analyse stuff)

-Want any piercings?: no way

-Blood type: I have no idea

-Nicknames: Draco

-Relationship status: taken <3

-Zodiac: Aries

-Pronouns: they/them

-Fave tv shows: Bojack Horseman, Brooklyn 99. (for anime my faves are Hunter x Hunter, Death Parade, Shinsekai Yori, Dangan Ronpa and BNHA but that’s most of the anime I’ve ever watched and I just can’t decide)

-Tattoos: nah probably not

-Right or left handed: right

-Ever had surgery?: yeah but only on my finger, thankfully

-Piercings?: nope

-Sport: NO 

-Vacation: anywhere interesting that isn’t in the south of England

More general

-Eating: well the last thing I ate was spaghetti 

-Drinking: ...nothing but I really should get some water thanks for the reminder

-I’m about to watch: nothing

-Waiting for: it to hit 9:30pm because that’s the universal Evening Hot Drinks time in my household and i can go make hot chocolate

-Want: to recover from my depression and anxiety (i’m working on it)

-Get married: possibly, but I don’t see much point

-Career: zoological researcher

Which is better

-Hugs or kisses: hard choice... probably hugs

-Lips or eyes: eyes

-Shorter or taller: really don’t care

-Older or younger: older I guess, but I’ve only ever been interested in people less than a year older or younger than myself

-Nice arms or stomach: whatever

-Hookup or relationship: relationship

-Troublemaker or hesitant: eh hesitant, I’ve always stayed away from troublemakers I’m boring like that

Have you ever

-Kissed a stranger: no!

-Drank hard liquor: yup 

-Lost glasses: I don’t wear them lol

-Turned someone down: yeah

-Sex on first date: i’ve never done the sex in my life let alone on first date

-Broken someones heart: ...probably not, but I can’t be sure

-Had your heart broken: mmmm yeaaaaah

-Been arrested: nope

-Cried when someone died: yes

-Fallen for a friend: too many times

Do you believe in

-Yourself: yeah actually!

-Miracles: nah not really

-Love at first sight: kind of? (not really love at first sight, but from my own experience with my boyfriend, I definitely believe in “knowing there’s something special about them at first sight”)

-Santa Claus: sadly no

-Kiss on a first date: I mean if you’re brave enough then why not?

-Angels: nope

Other

-Best friend’s name: Riley

-‎Eye color: green

-Favorite movie: Forrest Gump <3

-Fave actor: David Tennant, I guess? 

I’m tagging @bombshellburns @allieredglade @ginnie-darling @kingofthesheep @the-real-rolo @0xdefaced

[not-just-any-fangirl]

If you are still taking requests then I would appreciate a sulking natsu who just wants Lucy's attention!😁

Lucy’s Laugh

Word Count; 1142

A/N; sorry this is so late!!! Hope you like it!

“What the fuck’s your problem?” Gray asks, slipping onto the bench beside Natsu. Natsu wants to punch him, but he can’t tell if that’s because Gray is an annoying dickhead or because Blue Pegasus decided to drop by to celebrate the day Loke joined Fairy Tail and the Tri Men had been trailing Lucy like lost puppies for the last two hours. 

It’s probably both but Natsu thinks he’s in a generous mood, so he doesn’t punch Gray.

“Get lost,” he snarls, hearing no heat in his own voice. Heat that flares when he watches the tall one with dark hair pin Lucy to a wall. He wants to step in and hit that prick with a Fire Dragon’s kick to the nuts, but Lucy would yell at him for over-reacting, and think that he thought she couldn’t deal with things on her own. 

That had not been a fun conversation two weeks ago when he caught some perv trying to look up Lucy’s skirt and threw him through a window. Lucy hadn’t spoken to him for an hour! 

His mood soured more when he saw her genuinely smile and laugh at something the mage said. She was over there having fun with other people when he and her were supposed to be going on a mission! Stupid Loke asking her to be his date for the party and stupid Makarov throwing the party and stupid Blue Pegasus pricks flirting with her and keeping her to themselves. 

“Earthland to Natsu, if you don’t stop squeezing that mug you’re gonna br- nevermind. Yo Mira, a fire whiskey for Hot Head and I’ll take a brandy neat please!” Gray hollers over Natsu’s shoulder. Natsu lit his fist, burning off the alcohol and wooden chips coating his hand. 

That bastard had made Lucy snort water out of her nose! Natsu had been trying to do that for weeks! And it had nothing to do with how Lucy was tucking her hair behind her ear and doing that cute giggle that made Natsu’s heart beat loud in his chest. Because that was dumb. Lucy was Natsu’s best friend. 

Nothing else. 

“You know, I’m pretty sure with your magic you probably could burn a hole through Ren’s head if you keep glaring.”

“I’m not glaring,” Natsu snaps, taking his mug from Mira without looking at her and downing it in a long gulp. 

“Uh huh,” Gray drawls sarcastically, swirling his amber alcohol in his glass as he arches an eyebrow at Natsu. “And I’m completely straight.”

“Why don’t you go do something useful like jump off the roof,” Natsu turns his attention to Gray, he Ice Bastard having naked, having lost his shirt hours ago and pants soon after. Seeing as how everyone was blind drunk and either dancing, flirting, or fighting, though, no one really gave a flying fuck about Gray’s state of dress, including Natsu.

He breaks another mug in his hand when he sees Ben -or Fen or Renni or whatever his name is- rest his hand on the slip of skin between Lucy’s shorts and her crop top. 

“Gray fight me!” Natsu roars, jumping onto the table and lighting his fists. 

“Nah,” Gray says after a minute of looking at him. The fires go out on Natsu’s fist as he gapes in betrayal at his frienemy. 

“What the fuck?” Natsu asks, staying standing on the table. 

“You’re just pissy ‘cus Lucy ain’t paying attention to you,” Gray shrugs. He downs his drink in a gulp, rolling his shoulders as he leans back. 

“Am not,” Natsu grumbles, fingers twitching when he hears Lucy do that high giggle she did when she was trying to flirt. Natsu liked her real laugh better, the way her eyes lit up and she snorted. 

Gray snorts and rolls his eyes, Natsu feeling heat creep over his face. Stupid fire whiskey. Natsu narrows his eyes when he sees a sly grin spread over Gray’s face. He’s about to turn around and see what the stripper was smiling at when a familiar scent overwhelms the smell of the guild partying around him. Light and summery and it makes Natsu’s gut swoop like when he’s forced to ride the train. 

“Why do you always end up on the table?” Lucy sighs. Natsu looks over his shoulder, beaming at Lucy when she quirks an eyebrow at him and gives him a fond smile. He tries to turn around fully, heel catching on a suddenly slick part of the table and he ends up tumbling to the ground in a loud crash. 

“Oi! You fucking bastard you did that on-” Natsu roars, cut off from untangling himself with the destroyed bench he was surrounded with by Lucy’s worried face hovering over him.

“Are you alright Natsu? That was a pretty spectacular fall,” she asks, holding out a hand to help him up. Natsu grins at her easily, taking her hand and hauling himself out of the wreckage. 

“Bah, like a little wood could take me out!” Natsu grins, throwing his arm around Lucy’s shoulder. She rolls her eyes, elbowing a sore spot on his ribs pointedly but not saying anything. 

“You know, if we left now I bet we could still make that 3000 jewel request,” Lucy smiles at him leadingly, eyes hopeful. 

“What about Loke’s party?” Natsu asks, mentally kicking himself. He shows Gray the middle finger behind his back when he hears the prick laugh under his breath. 

“I haven’t been on a job with you for a week or two. I’ll take Loke out for dinner or something to make it up to him later. Besides,” Lucy says, rolling her eyes as she gestures at where Loke is perched in the corner of the room, several girls hanging off him in awe, his stupid glasses pushed onto his head as he boasts about... something. Natsu doesn’t really care, most of his attention turned to Lucy leading him out of the guild hall. “I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“Well then let’s get going!” Natsu chirps, grabbing Lucy’s hand and dragging her the rest of the way out the door. He turns his head back to smile at Lucy, eyes closed. Which means he misses the pole on the side of the street, and he walks straight into it. Natsu bounces off the wood pillar with a yelp, falling to his ass on the gravel and holding the side of his face. He pouts up at Lucy, who is leaning over her knees from laughing so hard. She snorts, covering her mouth her hand and blinking away tears before meeting Natsu’s gaze and breaking into another fit. Natsu leaps to his feet, grinning at her brightly. 

Let’s see pony-boy make Lucy laugh like that. 

[ryukogo]

the season of spring

Summary: Nichole learns she’s the only one unaffected by the springtime while Craig just wants to stop sneezing like a kitten.

Prompt: Allergies - Yuck. Lots of people have them, and lots of people hate them. Unfortunately with the beautiful weather comes the sniffles and the sore throats, if your muse is one of the unlucky souls with an aversion to fresh spring growth. Do they have a ritual that they stick to whenever they start feeling like garbage? Do their loved ones try to cheer them up or help them feel better when they’re feeling under the weather? Will one of them just not stop bringing up wacky home remedies that absolutely will not- oh, wow, would you look at that. It worked! Huh.

Words: 893

Link is in the title if you wish to read it on AO3!

“It’s so unfair that you- achoo! – don’t get hit by hay fever, Nichole.”

Nichole laughed, fishing a box of tissues from her bag and handing it over to Wendy, who gladly took a few and sneezed into them. “I’ve never known the feeling of hay fever, Wendy, and I don’t think I ever will.”

“Really?” Bebe asked as Red sneezed like a kitten, sniffing miserably as the girls trudged to school together. “That’s weird. Nearly everyone in the batch gets hit by hay fever during the spring, no matter who they are.”

Nichole tilted her head to the side curiously. “Really now?”

“Trust me – achoo! – you’re the outlier among us,” Lola grumbled, taking some tissues from the box Wendy was currently holding while blowing into them, her other hand still firmly clutching Jenny Simons’s to keep her from leaping three feet into the air with every sneeze. “It’s the reverse for the younger kids – they’re all unaffected by hay fever except for like, one person.”

Milly sniffled. “That would be my sister, Flora. She gets the worst of it – she practically jumps out of her seat with each sneeze with how light she is.”

“It’s still so weird to see everyone else look all miserable this spring when it’s supposed to be one of the nicest seasons of the year,” Nichole admitted. “Maybe it’s just me, though.”

Wendy shook her head as she pushed open the school’s doors, leading them inside. “Nah, you and me both, Nic – spring’s supposed to be better than this. But, alas, the season of spring calls for pollen in the air, and with pollen comes-“

“AAAAHHHH-CHOO!”

The girls all silenced – as did the rest of the people in the hallway – to look at the source of the incredibly loud sneeze, which happened to be one Pip Pirrup, who turned a hideous shade of red as he mumbled, “E-excuse me.”

“Gesundheit,” Herbert Pocket, who had been standing nearby holding his and Estella’s things, told him helpfully.

“- sneezing. Lots and lots of sneezing,” Wendy finished. The girls all giggled.

As they all dispersed to put their books in their lockers and grab what they needed for their first period, Nichole was greeted by the sight of Tweek rubbing Craig’s back, the taller boy looking absolutely miserable as he rubbed at his nose. Token, Clyde, and Jimmy didn’t look any better, though Token seemed to be holding up much better as he raised a hand in greeting of his girlfriend.

“You guys look really bad,” Nichole frowned. “Is hay fever that horrible?”

Clyde sniffed loudly. “Nah, Craig’s just a pansy.”

“You’re a pansy, pansy,” Craig grumped before sneezing. All girls sans Nichole in the vicinity ‘aww’ed at his kitten sneeze, making him turn a bright red before flashing the finger at all of them. Nichole was about to comment when Tweek cast an evil glare at the girls that had ‘aww’ed at Craig, sending a few of them scattering, but since a vast majority were part of the Asian girls group, they only ‘aww’ed harder, some of them even squealing loudly before darting away towards their first period, giggling at their ship.

Jimmy grinned. “Y-yuh-years later, and they still thu-think they’re cute, no matter wuh-what.”

“I mean, Tweek is cu- achoo!” Craig sneezed again, and nearly rammed his head into a nearby locker. “God dammit. Fucking kitten sneezes.”

His blond boyfriend chuckled. “I-I think they’re adorable coming from you.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re my-“Another kitten sneeze, but thankfully they were the only ones left in the hallway. “- boyfriend, Jesus.”

Nichole sighed, shook her head and smiled as Token politely sneezed into a tissue and tossed it into the nearest bin before draping a hand over her shoulder. She burrowed into his side as she asked, “You got affected by the pollen in the air too, sunshine?”

“Not as much as Craig, but yes,” Token sighed as well before pressing a kiss to Nichole’s forehead. “It’s okay, though. I can handle it.”

“You sure?”

“If anything, Craig’s the one that needs taking care of,” Token and Nichole glanced over at Craig, who sneezed again, though it was overpowered by Tweek’s own sneeze, the strength of his sneeze propelling him into the nearest locker and making an obscenely loud crashing noise. “Oh no.”

Nichole’s brow furrowed in concern. “You guys sound worse by the minute.”

“Nah, I-I’ll be fuh- choo! – fine,” Jimmy waved her off, hobbling over towards the direction of his first period. “Bu-but you guys should probably go. The wuh-warnin’ bell rang a minute or so ago.”

“ACK! R-really?! I didn’t hear!” With a yelp, Tweek yanked on Craig and Clyde’s arms before hauling them towards first period, leaving Nichole and Token to stare at each other before reluctantly parting ways – Nichole towards Biology and Token towards English.

“Ice cream after school?” Nichole asked him just before they parted.

Token smiled, and winked. “Ice cream after – achoo! – school.”

“Let’s check on Tweek and Craig after that, okay? I’m already getting the feeling their sneezing’s going to get worse.”

“Really now?”

As if in response, Annie, in the nearby Chemistry classroom, sneezed. Loudly.

The two laughed, and Token amended, “You got me, you got me. Alright, we will, afterwards.”

“I’m always right,” Nichole smiled, wagging her finger at him.

Token conceded with a grin. “I know, sweetpea. I know.”

[goddamnchou]

Hello! I remember that a time ago you post some drafts on twitter about a kid!levi and kenny fic and a way more time ago one about vampire!levi. Do you intend to post them? I really understand if you don't, it's just that you're one of my fave fic writer and reading your writing is always a blessing.

omgg thank you anon ;___; the most recent vampire one i’ve been talking about i didn’t write anything of, but the kenny and levi one i did write some of for a day or two. i stopped after that and idk if i’ll finish it but i did write a good bit so i’ll just post it here since you asked, just fyi it cuts off suddenly

“Are you sure you wanna do this, sis?” Kenny asked, his voice stricken with a level of concern that was halfway between real and fake. “I mean, aren’t ya gonna miss the kid? A week is a long time.”

In response to his question, Kuchel - his little sister, who had stopped being little a long time ago and who he couldn’t pull the big brother card on anymore when she started bossing him around - just scoffed, rolling her eyes as she stepped into his open door, shoving a large travel bag into his arms roughly as if to demonstrate how determined she was not to take any of his shit. It made Kenny grimace, both because of what he wasn’t going to be able to get out of and because of how heavy the fucking bag was, and he closed the door behind Kuchel once she and her other delivery were safely inside.

“Of course I will.” She replied, in a sing-song voice that was directed to said package more than him - her son, Levi, who was 4 years of age and in Kenny’s opinion, too old for fucking baby talk and coddling. Unfortunately, though, his sister did not agree, as her back was to him and she was currently holding the tiny kid in her arms and kissing the side of his face, all while he stared over her shoulder at Kenny with a bored, unimpressed look. “I’ll miss him so much.”

“Kuchel!” Another voice rang out then, that of Uri, the man who for some reason liked putting up with Kenny’s shit enough to call him his partner.

They had a house that they’d bought and lived in for a while together, but because it was almost 8 hours away from Kuchel, Kenny had only had the pleasure of meeting his nephew a few times. He certainly had never babysat him, he thought with another grimace, which was what he was about to do - for an entire week. Why had he agreed to do this shit again, he wondered, when he didn’t know jack about taking care of kids? Oh right; his sister had needed the favor, and if his damned soft spot for her hadn’t convinced him all the way, Uri and the sway he too held with Kenny had made up the rest. He liked kids, Kenny knew, because his brother couldn’t keep his dick in his pants and had already given him a handful of nieces and nephews, and he for some reason thought that Levi was absolutely adorable.

Unfortunately, Kenny was not sure that he agreed. Sure, the runt was cute, he guessed, if you fell for small kids with chubby cheeks and big ears that stuck out like sore thumbs, but that shit was all just superficial. Kenny had sensed what lay behind that, had a feeling that Levi’s true nature was something diabolical and unruly, and knew that the sweet and obedient act he put on for his mother had to be just that: an act. In reality the little turd was probably the devil incarnate - all kids were, and he was an Ackerman, after all - and he could already tell his nephew was going to be a pain in his ass just from the cold glare he was still giving him over his mother’s shoulder. What the hell was his problem? Kenny wondered, scratching at his beard and watching Uri approach him and Kuchel.

“It's good to see you.” He told her, standing up onto his tiptoes to give her a kiss on both cheeks before he turned his attention to Levi. “There's the little man! Hi, Levi, do you remember me? I'm your Uncle Uri. I'm going to make sure you have so much fun while you're staying with us! Did you bring any toys?”

While Kenny fought the urge to gag and squeeze Uri to death because of his charming-to-him-but-actually-disgusting behavior, Levi turned his disinterested gaze to him as well, staring at him for several long seconds before he then buried his face in Kuchel’s shoulder.

“Sorry.” She said, while rubbing his back as Uri clapped his hands together and practically cooed like a hen. “He's shy.”

“Uh-huh.” Kenny couldn't resist uttering at that, snorting and sidling up beside Uri as if he was trying to shield him from Levi's misleading charms. “Sure.”

“Don't be like that, Kenny, look at him. He's just going to miss his mother.” Uri said though, smiling up at where Levi was still held and hiding his face but doing nothing more to get his attention.

Thankfully, Kuchel turned around too so his back was to them both, now sweeping her fingers through his hair soothingly while she spoke. “He’ll be alright. I brought a few toys, but lately he's just been fine to watch movies. His favorite one is in there, and so is his blanket. It helps him sleep through the night.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Kenny muttered at that, said under his breath but not quietly enough to keep him from getting a sharp elbow to the side from Uri and a dirty look from his sister.

“Watch your mouth around him, Kenny. If he comes back home with any new curse words, I'm gonna knock you out.” She said, in a tone that made Kenny throw up his hands defensively.

“Listen, I told you I'm not gonna swear!”

“You just did!”

“He didn't hear me! Look at him, he's not even paying attention. He's too busy crying into your shoulder.”

“He's not crying.” Kuchel told him, rolling her eyes at him again before she turned her attention back to Levi. “Are you, sweetheart? Mommy’s going to put you down now, alright? Why don’t you go put your backpack in your bedroom with Uncle Uri? I think he wants to show you something in there.”

At that, Kuchel bent to set Levi down on his own two feet like she’d said, brushing his bangs out of his face again before she stood up and he twisted his little head around to look up at Uri. Now that Kenny could see both of their expressions, the contrast in response to what Kuchel had just suggested could not have been more comical. Uri had brightened up instantly and was practically glowing, he noticed, as if showing Levi what they’d bought him in his bedroom - a bed shaped like a dinosaur at Kuchel’s recommendation, purchased specifically for this occasion even though Kenny hadn’t understood what was wrong with the old couch they had in there - was going to make his day.

Levi, on the other hand, looked disgruntled and constipated, with his tiny, thin brows drawn down and his nose scrunched up as if he found the thought of going with Uri to be like going to the damn dentist or something. Naturally, though, his shitty expression did nothing to sway Uri from his delight, which was good because he’d insisted on re-decorating Levi’s room so that he would be comfortable there, and because Kuchel had told him to, Levi had no choice but to follow him anyway, reluctantly trudging down the hall with his backpack in his arms after casting one last lingering glance at his mother.

“You need to be gentle with him, Kenny.” Kuchel said once they were out of earshot, crossing her arms and standing up straight to face him, giving him an icy look that was almost exactly identical to the one her brat had fixed at him.

“Shit.” Kenny said then, running a hand through his hair. “That thing looks just like you.”

“He’s not a ‘thing.’ He’s a little boy, and he’s sensitive. You can’t treat him like one of your bar buddies.”

“What the fuck? I’m not gonna, I told ya. It’ll be fine. I’ll sit him down and he can watch the game with me. I’ll give him a beer.”

“You can’t give him fucking beer, Kenny, he’s four!” Kuchel exclaimed at that, her voice raising in a way that made Kenny cringe. “Are you serious? He can’t have alcohol, it could ruin his development! He’s just started school, and-

“No, I’m not serious!” He all but shouted in response, holding his arms out in disbelief that she hadn’t laughed at his wisecracking. “It was a joke! You don’t gotta go all crazy mommy on me, sis, I’m not that stupid, alright? Calm down. I’m not gonna give him beer. I’ll give him liquor instead. It’ll loosen him up and we’ll get along great.”

In response to that, Kuchel just fixed him with another aggravated, scowly look, tightening her crossed arms and raising an eyebrow in response but saying nothing else. Clearly, she was completely unamused by his continued attempts at humor, and Kenny was only able to stare defiantly at her for another few seconds before he wilted and sighed.

“What do you want from me? You want me to carry him around like a damn baby the entire time like you’re doin’? Tuck him in at night and feed him with a bottle? I can’t do that, Kuchel, the kid is four for shit’s sake. When I was four, I’d already started feeding you ‘cus mom and dad weren’t there and grandpa was too old!”

“I know that.” Kuchel responded, glancing away with a frown at the mention of their parents. “That was our childhood, but that isn’t normal. I don’t want Levi’s to be like that. I want him to be able to be a kid for as long as he can before he finds out how shitty the world really is.”

God dammit. Kenny thought, pausing to stare up at the ceiling in a moment of exasperation. Why had he brought that up? Now Kuchel was getting serious with him and he could tell that this was something that meant a lot to her, and not that he didn’t sort of get it, he supposed, it was just...well, he wasn’t a fucking touchy-feely kind of guy. That was what Uri was for, but if the little shit acted like a little shit and didn’t listen to them, then what were they supposed to do? It wasn’t his fault that Kuchel thought Levi was some kind of angel when Kenny knew otherwise.

“Alright, fine. I’ll have Uri tuck him in and kiss his cheek and shit when he goes to bed. He’ll even read him a story if he wants, he loves doin’ that kinda thing, but to me it seems like Levi doesn’t want anything to do with us. Didn't you see that look he gave me when you walked in?”

“No. I told you, he's just shy. He doesn’t really know you, but he should warm up to you after a while as long as you don’t scare the shit out of him. Promise me you’ll behave?”

Snorting at the thought of Levi being scared of him, Kenny then shook his head too, waving his hands around at how Kuchel had just told him to behave like he was the demonic four year old. Why was she so worried about it, though? It wasn’t like he was going to do anything to traumatize the kid, and Uri was capable of giving him enough of that sappy, motherly attention that Kenny recoiled from for the both of them. “I don’t think I’m the one you gotta worry about behaving, but alright, sis. I promise I’ll be nice, and anyway, Uri is gonna be here like I said, so-

“I know, but he’s your nephew first.” Kuchel interrupted, her expression softening as she paused and bit her lip. She looked away again too, and hesitated while her face turned red, something that made him swear internally because it meant she was probably about to say some emotional shit that would make his skin crawl. “You could at least try and bond with him. I’ve been thinking that maybe you can get him out of his shell some. He doesn’t have many friends at school, and he needs that. He needs someone to look up to.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Kenny muttered, rubbing at his face and fighting exasperation all over again.

Was his sister serious? Why would she want her precious Levi to look up to him, of all people? He hadn’t amounted to shit and had done things that he was pretty sure condemned him to hell twice over - if there was such a place, anyway - and he didn’t think a piece of shit like him was the right person for Kuchel’s son to find a role model in. Even if he didn’t get kids or have a fatherly bone in his body, he knew Levi was more important than anything to her, and the last fucking thing he wanted was to be responsible for the kid turning out like...well, turning out like him.

She’d be disappointed if he did, Kenny thought, and he didn’t do well under pressure like that anyway. Shit, though, what could he say? Obviously Kuchel was pretty concerned about Levi’s behavior somehow if she was telling him this, and unfortunately, he’d never been able to shake the stupid, soft, protective instinct he’d developed as a kid to keep her safe and happy.

“Fine. Fine, fine fine.” He said more seriously this time, sighing in resignation. “I’ll try, but don’t come back cryin’ to me if the kid starts stealing bubblegum and sneaking out by the time he’s 10.”

“He won’t do that. I’ll make sure.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” Kenny said at that, snorting in jest and reaching out to wrap an arm around Kuchel’s neck. He pulled her towards him and patted her a bit in a rough, awkward sort of hug, and stood there a moment as she just stared at him before continuing. “Don’t worry about it, alright? Me an’ Uri got this. The kid will be fine. Just go and enjoy your vacation with your girlfriend.”

At that, Kuchel immediately smacked him on the chest and pushed herself away, shushing him in a half-panic and looking over her shoulder. “Shut up, Kenny! I told you not to call her that when Levi is here. He might overhear you!”

By then, Kenny was out of expression of disbelief and exasperation, so instead he just closed his eyes and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. Fuck. He thought. This was going to be a long, long week. Kuchel going on vacation - a cruise with her “friend” Traute, whom she had met through Kenny - wouldn’t even change that, as he had no doubt that she would find some way to check up on him whenever she could so that she could get onto him for not treating Levi like a prince or being ‘sensitive’ enough to his emotions.

She seemed to think that they were complicated despite the fact that Kenny was pretty sure Levi couldn’t even read yet - Could he wipe his ass though, he wondered? He should probably ask that before Kuchel left - as she had apparently not told Levi that she had a girlfriend yet because she wasn’t ‘sure if he was ready for that.’ She wanted to make sure he was okay with Traute or some shit first, and gave him an entire lecture about not mentioning it to her son while he was babysitting him, despite the fact that the only reason he had to do it was because Kuchel had wanted to take some kind of romantic vacation with her.

Whatever. Kenny thought, waving a hand at her and nodding as if to pretend he understood, making a mental note that he hopefully wouldn’t forget to not mention Traute as anything other than Kuchel’s friend.

By the look on her face it was clear that she wasn’t really appeased, but thankfully, Uri chose that moment to come back with the little runt trudging behind him.

“He really liked the bed.” Uri announced proudly, walking towards them with a soft, dreamy smile on his face. “And I found out he likes stories. I’m confident that he’ll let me read to him there before he goes to sleep.”

Nodding her approval, Kenny watched as Kuchel bent back down to face Levi, smiling warmly at him while she placed her hands on his tiny shoulders. “You hear that, Levi? Your uncles are going to make sure to tuck you in every night. They’ll give you your blanket and read to you until you’re sleepy, just like Mommy does. Did Uncle Uri show you the nightlight?”

Biting his lip, Levi glanced over at Uri with his eyes widened before he returned to staring at Kuchel, giving her a nod in the affirmative that he had indeed been shown the nightlight.

“Okay. So there won’t be anything to be scared of while you’re sleeping, alright?”

Nodding again, this time sullenly like he didn’t quite believe what his mother was saying, Levi frowned and looked to the ground, his expression now turning into something pouty that made his bottom lip stick out. It was because Kuchel was getting ready to leave, Kenny figured, so that she could catch her flight out to the cruise ship, and Levi could apparently tell that it was time. He was unhappy about it, obviously, and so was Kuchel, who had explained to Kenny that she’d never left Levi for this long before. Kenny didn’t think it was that big of a deal because it was just a damn week and the kid probably wouldn’t even remember this shit later, but whatever. She wasn’t going to hear that, and their goodbye took so long that Kenny had to go take a seat on the nearby couch.

Slumping down on it with his long legs stretched out in front of him, he watched Levi cling to Kuchel like she was leaving him for good, his face pressed into her clothing pitifully while she rubbed at his back and hair and hugged him close. She was murmuring shit to him too that Kenny was now too far away to overhear, but that he presumed was more baby talk and reassurances to keep him from losing it. He honestly had the air of someone who was about to cry, which, of course, was nothing that Kenny had confidence in his ability to deal with - at least in any type of way that his sister would approve of, anyway. Thankfully, though, she managed to soothe him enough so that he eventually let go of her, his now slightly red, wet cheeks coming into view when she turned him around.

“He’s alright.” She said, kissing the side of his face one last time before she wiped the beads of snot that had accumulated under his nose with a tissue. “He’s going to be brave.”

Beside him, Uri brought his hands up to his chest and smiled like he’d just witnessed a miracle while Kenny grimaced, his expression only growing worse when Uri suddenly reached down to grab something to hold onto in an awed, silent rush of emotion. Unfortunately, what he sought out happened to be Kenny’s fingers, and unfortunately, Kenny had long ago lost the strength that it took to pull away. Instead, he told himself that he was just humoring Uri and not actually thinking about how soft his hands were, but that didn’t stop his ears from burning like a stupid teenager or something when Kuchel caught sight of it and smirked wickedly.

It was the expression of a ruthless sibling who had just realized they’d just found new, embarrassing ammo to shoot the other one with, and Kenny fully expected her to start right then and there, to stand up and relentlessly tease him about it until he thought he might explode. Uri always laughed and smiled knowingly while she did that - which did not fucking help - but thankfully, she instead focused on getting out the door, giving Uri a hug and a kiss on the cheek while uttering some last minute instructions about what kind of food Levi liked before saying goodbye to him for good, the look she gave Kenny giving him no doubt that she was just going to file that shit away for later.

Look how soft you are. He could almost hear her saying. What happened to my brother, who used to say he didn’t need anyone?

Scowling at the imaginary conversation he was now having in his head - When had he ever said he needed Uri? He hadn’t; he just chose to have him around because he wanted to - Kenny gave his sister another quick, rowdy hug before she left, mumbling something to her about having a good time before she was gone. She’d given Levi one more wave before she’d walked out the door and told him to be good, and Kenny found that he could not give the kid any shit for the stricken look on his face when he suddenly felt a similar emotion inside too.

Shit. He thought, absentmindedly scrubbing his fingers through his beard again. What the fuck did he do now? What should he get the kid, if anything? Food? Water? Milk? Why wasn’t he talking? He was just standing there, and he hadn’t said a single thing in Kenny’s presence since he’d walked in, he realized, but he was pretty sure he was old enough to speak. He had heard him say shit to Kuchel once before, hadn’t he?

“Hey, kid.” He said at that thought, swallowing the trepidation - he wasn’t going to be intimidated by a toddler, that was ridiculous - when they all remained silent for a few more seconds and Uri looked at him expectantly. He motioned for him to do something encouragingly too, but Levi, on the other hand, was eyeing them both with that shitty stare on his face again. He looked sinister, in fact, like he was standing there plotting all of the ways he was going to misbehave and wreck Kenny and Uri’s house, but he had to say something, he guessed. “You remember me, don’t’cha? I’m your Uncle Kenny. Are you gonna behave for us while your mom’s gone?”

As he’d spoken, Kenny had crouched down in front of Levi like he’d seen Kuchel do, draping his arms over his legs casually and doing his best to look him in the eye even though he was still about a foot above his head. In response, naturally, the kid just kept staring at him, his eyes looking him up and down once like he was fucking sizing him up or something before, surprisingly, he finally did speak.

“You’re not my dad.” He declared, in an obstinate tone that made Kenny frown.

“No shit.” He responded, snorting loudly and crudely in a way that caused Levi to make a face. “That’s a good thing. Your dad was a worthless, no good son of a bitch fuckwad, and-

“Kenny!” Uri hissed at that, interrupting him by shoving his bony elbow into the side of his shoulder as best he could.

Oh right, he remembered. He wasn’t supposed to curse.