#and occasionally hollers across the room to tell a kid to stop doing something

[the-starlight-papers]

We’re getting to the point in the summer where all I have to do to get my head counselors to have a mental breakdown is walk out into the hallway with a kid and stop at the parent table.

On the bright side, we made butter today at camp, and while we were prepping I realized we had sugar and vanilla extract, so our junior counselors got to make whipped cream instead.

[marvelslut16]

Idiots in love

Pairing: William ‘Bill’ Weasley x reader 

Synopsis: (Y/N) has been in love with Bill ever since she met him their first year at Hogwarts. Will she finally tell Bill how she feels, like Mrs. Weasley hopes she will, or will Fleur and Ginny’s assumptions about (Y/N)’s love life get in the way. 

Word count: 2.9k+

Warnings: Angst. Dumb asses pining after each other. Fleur, if she counts lmao. Brief mentions of death. 

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for months, I wrote it as a self indulgent piece since I can’t date Bill in Hogwarts Mystery and I wasn’t sure if anyone would actually read it. It's cannon divergent. Also, tell me if you want a part 2!

My first fic of the new year! Hopefully I'll be way more consistent and inspired this year. Thank you to everyone reading any of the fics I write, I love you all!

“Molly, he’s happy with her,” you roll your eyes at the older woman who had become like a mother to you over the years. 

You met her at Kings Cross Station the morning of your first year, she helped you cross the barrier, your parents are muggles who are afraid of anything different. You were in Bill’s year, the two of you becoming fast friends on the train ride. Through your years at Hogwarts you two became inseparable, both becoming Head Girl and Head Boy together. You two always studied together, explored the castle together, went to Hogsmeade together, you did everything together. Well, except one thing, you didn’t fall in love together; you fell for him, and he fell for that foul, loathsome Emily Tyler and now Fleur Delacour.

You spent almost every Christmas Holiday under the burrow’s roof, along with most of your summers. The burrow was your real home, and the Weasley’s were your family. After you and Bill had graduated Molly and Arthur insisted you use their first names, both convinced you and Bill would finally get together. But that didn’t happen, you both went separate ways, barely even owling over the years. He went on to be this fantastic cursebreaker for Gringotts, getting sent all the way to Egypt. And you, you became the astronomy professor at Hogwarts, you thrived in the subject and Professor Sinistra transferred to Uagadou.

“But you’re perfect for him,” Molly nags. You loved the women with your whole heart, but she really needed to learn when to drop matters of the heart. Especially when the topic of discussion was set to arrive soon. 

“Not everything works out how we want it to,” you sigh as you hand her a clean dish to dry, you had wanted to clean the dishes the muggle way. “Especially when it involves one's heart.”

The two of you are waiting for everyone to arrive, Arthur is picking the kids up from the train now that it’s summer holiday. You had apparated to the burrow after the students boarded the train, now officially a part of the Order. Dumbledore and Sirius are dead, but that just means that everyone needs to fight harder. 

“I just want you to be happy,” Molly’s eyes are soft and sad as she looks at you. 

“I am,” you smile through the lie. There’s a pop from the living room, assuming it’s just Charlie you continue. “I don’t need a man Molly, my students make me happy.”

“Mum,” the unmistakable voice of William Weasley calls as he walks towards the kitchen. “I have great news, Fleur and I are engaged! We want to get married this summer!”

You accidentally drop the plate you're washing back into the soapy water, causing some to splash your shirt. For a split second you see Molly’s face fall before she puts on a bright fake smile as she turns to her eldest. You refuse to turn and see him, you thought you had enough time to prepare yourself to see him again, but you didn’t. He refused to see you after he got hurt during the battle of the astronomy tower when he was in the hospital wing and ignored you in the few weeks following.  

“Oh, wow,” Molly tries to come up with a response that won’t upset him. “This quickly?”

“I can’t take the chance, not now,” his mood is hard to read from his voice. He almost seems too defensive when he responds. “Not with everything happening.”

Your heart stops its thumping for a second, you didn’t realize it would hurt this much to see him happy. You want more than anything for him to be happy, but you also know that his mother and sister will never approve of Fleur. And he’ll never be fully happy because of that. But maybe you're wrong, maybe you don’t really know him. Maybe you never did. 

“I can’t believe I signed up for bloody astronomy again,” you can hear Ron complain through the open window before Molly can respond.

“You know you love me,” you holler out the window as Ron and Ginny get closer to the house. They’re the only two at Hogwarts now, they’re growing up so fast. 

“Yeah, yeah professor,” he mutters as he walks through the door before grinning widely at you. 

Even though you had seen Ginny hours ago, the younger girl runs up to you and throws her arms around you. You laugh as she pulls back and makes a face as some of the soap suds transferred to her shirt. 

“You just saw (Y/N),” Ron rolls his eyes at Ginny’s actions.

“Yeah but that’s different,” Ginny defends. “At Hogwarts I can’t talk to her about boys, or eat dinner with her, or ask for Quidditch tips.”

“I’m always up for talking about boys,” you grin down at the red headed girl. You laugh and apologize to Molly as Ginny pulls you from the kitchen and up to her room. 

You don’t glance at Bill, you can’t. You’re too scared that all of the feeling you have bottled up will resurface with just one glance. You miss the way his eyes soften at your interaction with his sister, and how they trail after you as you get pulled past him. You sit with Ginny as she fawns over Harry for close to an hour, interjecting occasionally when she asks for your opinion. This is what you always imagined having a younger sister would feel like. 

“What about you?” she asks with a teasing tone in her voice. 

“What about me?” you laugh lightly as your eyebrows furrow in confusion. 

“You and professor Snape,” she’s smirking. 

“Severus?” you laugh before your face pulls into a disgusted look only Ginny can see. “We’re coworkers. Dare I say friends. And he’s a part of the Order, we have to at least tolerate each other.”

“Mhm,” she sounds unconvinced. “He smiled at you the other day! In the Great Hall, where people could see! He never smiles!”

“Ginny, we’re friends,” you try to get through to the stubborn teen. “Plus he’s known me since I was eleven, that would be gross.”

Before Ginny can respond there’s a knock on the open door, you turn around and see Bill for this first time in years. His red hair still falls to his shoulders, and he still has that fang hanging from his ear. There are scars down his cheek now, those and the fang make him look bad ass. Your heart stutters as your eyes meet his, the heartache that disappeared when you were gossiping with Ginny resurfaces with just one look.

“Dinners ready,” he says before turning and walking back down the stairs. 

Dinner is loads of fun, the two eldest Weasley’s joining the group since there’s a small Order meeting afterwards. Dinner is full of Charlie joking with you, something you're happy about since Ginny wouldn’t be able to bring up Severus again. You ignore the giggles and the French accent that poke holes in your heart as Bill only pays attention to Fleur, who showed up at the Burrow when you were upstairs. 

After dinner you agree to show Ron and Ginny some Quidditch moves you had picked up over the years, borrowing an old broom left behind by one of the other boys. Remus and Tonks appear in the front yard, signaling that the meeting would start momentarily. Ron thanks you as he continues to practice the moves as you fly to the ground. Ginny follows you, wanting to get a drink from the kitchen before it's closed off to the youngest two. 

“Are you going to take his last name, or is he going to take yours?” she teases. 

“Ginny, not now,” you sigh, not sure how to get it through her head that you have no feeling for the potions master without revealing that you’re in love with her oldest brother. You aren’t sure who’s worse, her or Molly. 

“Alright, whatever you say Mrs. Snape,” Ginny wiggles her brows in your direction as you head for the kitchen. 

“Mrs. Snape?” Severus’s monotonous voice comes from behind you two. Ginny’s eyes widen before she takes off running, and a strangled sound leaves your lips.

“Ginevra Molly Weasley, that’s a month of detention next year!” you yell after her. You take a breath before turning to stare into Snape’s obsidian eyes. “Ginny saw you laugh at my stupid joke in the Great Hall a few weaks ago and now she’s convinced you have feelings for me.” Severus raises his eyebrows at you before looking in the direction Ginny ran off in. “She’s just a kid Sev, don’t hold her delusions against her.”

“Weasley’s,” he mutters before heading to the kitchen himself. Dumbledore had told a select few in the Order the plans for Severus to kill him so Draco didn’t have to, and since the Headmaster was already dying nobody was as mad as expected. “Don’t you have feelings for the oldest one?”

“Be quiet!” you hiss, as look to make sure no one heard. He smirks before walking into the room where the meeting is to be held, leaving you standing confused in the hallway.

The meeting is small tonight; Remus, Tonks, Charlie, Molly, Arthur, Sev, yourself, Bill, and Fleur. The rest had prior engagements unfortunately, so it was essentially just family and Severus. 

Molly uses her magic to pour you a glass of tea as you sit beside Sev, the only open seat. You smile a quick thanks before lifting the cup to your lips. The warm liquid soothing your tired throat, students liked to talk over you during the last week of school so your throat was a little raw. 

“Do you want a cookie with that, love?” Snape’s monotonous voice is slightly louder than it normally is. The term of endearment comes as such a shock that you spit out the tea that's in your mouth, landing across the table on Fleur. 

There was no denying that Severus’s question was directed at you, he’s holding the plate full of Molly’s cookies right next to your face. The room goes deathly silent as the seconds pass by. Ginny, who was getting herself some pumpkin juice, drops the glass she was holding, it shatters when it hits the ground. Molly, Arthur, and Charlie abruptly stop their conversation to stare at you and Sev in shock. Remus furrows his eyebrows as he looks between you two, Tonks looks like she's holding back a laugh. A flash of pain seems to cross Bill’s face before it goes blank, and horror crosses Fleur’s when your tea lands on her. 

“I’m so sorry!” you cover your mouth, thankful the liquid wasn’t warm enough to burn. Bill doesn’t even turn to look at his fiancee, just stares at you. 

“Are you alright?” Snape has a small smile only you can see. You aren’t sure how to respond, especially as you stare at the amusement dancing in his onyx eyes. 

“I knew it!” Ginny yells, finally breaking the few seconds of silence, seconds that felt like years. You flick Sev’s leg under the table, and he has the audacity to grin larger.

“Thanks honey,” your eyes narrow slightly as you grab a cookie off the plate, passing it to Bill without looking away from the man in all black. 

The rest of the meeting is awkward, and as soon as it’s over you pull Sev out of his chair and outside. The cool night air cools your burning cheeks and he lets out a laugh that he had been holding in.

“What was that?” you pull at the ends of your hair. 

“We made your precious Weasley jealous,” even though he’s smirking, there’s no change in his inflection. 

“And now they all think we’re together!” your voice is high pitched and squeaky. 

“Good luck with that,” he disapparates before you can respond.

“I hate you!” you yell at the spot where Severus was just standing.

“You and Snape, huh?” Charlie’s voice cuts through the silent night. 

“Not bloody likely,” you roll your eyes, before plopping onto the ground. Charlie joins you as you lay and stare up at the stars. “He heard Ginny saying she thought he liked me, and he knows who I like, so he decided to run with it. He’s actually fun when you break through his cold exterior.”

“You still love Bill,” it isn’t a question. No matter how many times you denied it while you three went to school together, Charlie never believed you. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, turning to look at him. He’s already facing you so you continue, “your mum kept going on about how I should be the one with him this afternoon. She won’t drop it.”

“I love my brother,” Charlie makes sure you keep eye contact with him as he continues. “But he’s being stupid. I agree with mum, you should be the one marrying him.”

“He’s happy without me,” your voice comes out sadder than you thought it would, guard finally down. “We’ve barely talked in years, and he wouldn’t even let me see him after the attack. He doesn’t need me, nor does he want me in his life anymore.”

Charlie just sighs, annoyed that neither you nor Bill could see the truth starring you both in the face. You love each other. Charlie just lies next to you in comforting silence, staring at the night sky until he has to head back to Romania and you off to bed. 

A single tear slips down your cheek as you lay down in the bed that once belonged to Charlie. Ginny enters the room without knocking, and you quickly wipe away the tear. 

“Why didn’t you tell me!” she practically screams. 

“There’s nothing to tell, he was messing with you, Gin,” you look her directly in the eyes so she knows you aren’t lying. 

“What aren’t you telling me?” she sits beside you on the mattress. 

“I’m in love with Bill,” you whisper, finally saying the words out loud. Sure you had agreed with Charlie earlier, but you had never said the five words out loud before. It feels like a weight is lifted off your chest, until a new wave of heartache hits you. “I have been since we were in school, and it hurts Ginny. Fleur, she’s perfect, I couldn’t possibly compete with her.”

“You’re so much better than her, (Y/N),” Ginny grabs your hand, causing you to look up at her. “And he’s a fool if he doesn’t see that.”

“Thanks Gin,” you smile sadly, squeezing her hand before she heads off to her room. 

--

“Zank you,” Fleur’s French accent is the first thing you hear in the morning. Ginny comes up behind you as you stand in the hallway, and puts her hand on your shoulder. Today is the day you forget about all of this foolish childish love you have for Bill. 

Molly watches you closely as you sit down at the breakfast table, Ginny plopping down beside you. As you talk to the young girl about Quidditch over breakfast, a black owl flies through an open window. You roll your eyes as it plops a letter beside you, you give the owl some of your toast before it flies out of the window again. Ginny looks over your shoulder as you open the letter, the rest of the Weasley’s not-so-secretly watch you read it. 

The letter isn’t anything special, just Severus letting you know that you had left a book at Hogwarts. You know full well he’s being his dramatic self, going out of his way to send an owl, just so he can say he was right. He even added a p.s, asking if Bill had gotten jealous yet. You laugh at the ridiculous question, causing Bill to excuse himself and walk outside. Fleur doesn’t move from her seat, causing you and Ginny to make a face at each other.

A few moments pass before you decide to follow your old best friend against your better judgment, but someone should check on him. He’s in the backyard pacing like a madman, running his hands through his long hair and pulling on the tips. 

“Bill?” you ask softly. He whips around and looks at you, once again his face is hard to read. Your eyes, however, soften as soon as they see what Fenrier Greyback did to him. “What’s wrong?”

“You and Snape?” his voice is hard and cold. “He hated us growing up, and you just pretended that never happened and you're with him? He hated you!”

“It’s none of your business William!” your voice is high pitched, you’re angry. He doesn’t talk to you in ages and now all of a sudden he thinks it’s okay to judge your relationships. “We were annoying kids back then, of course he hated us.”

“You could do better than him!” his anger seems to rise at the use of his full first name. 

“We’re just friends!” your voice is shrill, and you're sure everyone inside can hear you two clearly. “Not that it’s any of your business anyway! Severus was letting me know I forgot some of my belongings at Hogwarts. You have no right to judge who I choose to spend my time with and who I befriend, not when you haven’t tried to talk to me in years Bill!”

With that you turn and head away from the burrow, not wanting to face anyone right now. Especially any of the Weasley's, and most of all, Molly. Bill calls your name as you walk away from him, but you don’t turn around. You can’t. William Weasley has broken your heart multiple times since you met him, and you aren’t about to give him the satisfaction of watching himself break your heart all over again.

Part 2

Permanent tags: @crimson-knuckled-queen​ @rexorangecouny @mrs-malfoy-always​

[texanstarslove]

don’t be jealous

A/N: Me? Writing a self indulgent fic with my hockey husband? NEVER. This is mainly just smut with a little bit of plot...a little treat for all of you, if you will. I hope y’all enjoy!

Song Inspo: little bit of Ariana Grande’s new album (it’s a whole vibe, y’all) and Jealous by Beyoncé

Warnings: language, smut, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (wrap it up and be safe, kids)

Word Count: 3.8k

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Thunderstorms had an oddly calming effect on you. Whenever you found yourself stressed or your anxiety was being triggered, the sound of thunder and rain seemed to bring you back down to earth. Sound machines and apps sufficed on sunny days but when the real thing rolled through, nothing else compared. 

It was especially welcomed on a night like tonight, one where your feelings were spiraling in a nonsensical circle. You shouldn’t have been upset by what you saw on his Instagram story. What the two of you had was never anything more than just an occasional hookup. Seeing him out and about with the same pretty little blonde you’d last seen him with shouldn’t have made you feel this overwhelming sense of jealousy. Yet you couldn’t help when your fingers developed minds of their own and typed out a reply to his story.

Cute. Is she your new toy?

You knew you shouldn’t have done it but you did it anyway, hitting send without a second thought. Sure it was petty and childish, but in the moment it made you feel just a tiny bit better. You set your phone on the end table beside the couch you sat on, snuggled up under your favorite throw blanket with a big glass of wine in your hand. Sighing in contentment, you made yourself comfortable, sipping on your wine and listening to the sounds of mother nature outside your apartment. Time passed peacefully, the alcohol slowly warming your body and relaxing you. That relaxation and peace were interrupted rather abruptly by a loud resounding knock on your front door. You were incredibly confused, not having been expecting any visitors, especially given the inclement weather. The knocking persisted, getting annoying very quickly.

“I’m coming, damn it. Hold on.” You hollered, quickly making your way to open the door without looking to see who it was. You immediately regretted that decision when you quickly flung open the door to reveal the very person you were trying to forget for the evening.

“You know, I can make that happen for you real quick if you’d like.”

That oh-so-cocky smirk you hate to love greeted you immediately. You sighed heavily, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning your hip against the door frame.

“What are you doing here, Tyler?” You asked, “Don’t you have a girlfriend to go home to?”

He chuckled softly. “You going to let me in? In case you haven’t noticed, it’s a fucking monsoon out here.”

“You going to answer my question?” You persisted, moving slightly as Tyler pushed his way past you and into your apartment. You shut the door behind you and leaned against it, Tyler instantly pressing himself against you and bracketing his arms beside your head.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” He murmured, his lips barely brushing yours as he spoke.

“You sure do seem to like hanging out with her.” You retorted, your arms staying put by your side.

Tyler brought one of his hands to your side, slowly tracing his fingertips up and underneath your thin tank top to brush your bare skin. “Are you jealous?”

You took a deep breath through your nose, exhaling slowly as his fingertips continued their exploration of your skin. His dark brown eyes bore into your own, searching your face for any kind of response.

“Why would I be jealous?” You whispered, “We aren’t exclusive or anything.”

You saw something sinister briefly flash in his eyes before he asked you, “Are you seeing anyone else?”

You couldn’t help the smirk that pulled across your lips. Oh, how the tables quickly turn. “Why? Are you jealous?”

His hips pressed further into yours before he pressed his lips to yours in a rough kiss. You immediately opened up to him, your arms flinging around his neck and pulling him closer to you. Tyler moved his hands to your hips, giving them a hard squeeze before lifting you up in his arms, your legs wrapping around him. You felt him walking the two of you to your couch, one of his arms moving to fling your blanket to the other side before falling to the cushions with you in his lap. 

You were lost in sensations, your breasts crushed against his strong torso and your head spinning from the intoxicating taste of him. He ran his hands up and down your back as he pulled you even closer to him. Then his hands were on your hips, gripping you tighter and lifting you up to straddle him then. He broke the kiss and looked at you for a second as you both fought to get your breathing back under control. 

"Are you sure about this?" He ran his hand up your leg and toyed with the band of the sleep shorts you wore. "If you're not, now is the time to tell me so I can stop."

You kissed him deeply, loving his taste on your tongue before you pulled away and started to nibble your way along his jaw. You flicked your tongue out and tasted his salty skin, closing your eyes as you savored his unique scent and taste as it went straight to your head.

“Do you want me to stop?” You teased, grinding your hips into his in slow, circular motions.

He groaned deep in his throat as he ran his hands up your back then into your hair. He grabbed the strands, wrapping them around his hand and pulled your lips up to his, the answer clear in the way he kissed you. Your tongues danced and tangled as you sought a deeper union, but the kiss wasn't enough anymore. You wanted to feel him moving inside of you, filling you. You were aching with the need consuming you and filling your body with a heat unlike any you had ever known before. A whimper slipped from your lips as you rubbed your pussy against his jeans. It was so frustrating knowing that the only thing separating you from the release you craved were his jeans and a small layer of fabric.

Breaking the kiss, Tyler raised his head and searched your face before lifting you from his lap. He gently lowered you to the couch and moved over you. He placed a soft kiss on your lips before giving you a small smile and reaching for your shirt. He pushed it up below your breasts and nibbled at your ribs before pushing the shirt the rest of the way up to bunch under your arms. As the cool air washed over your sensitive nipples you shivered and looked up into his eyes, the heat in their depths warmed you. You lifted your arms and back a little to help him remove the shirt before pulling his head back up for another kiss.

“Fuck, baby,” He breathed against you mouth, kneading one of your breasts in his calloused hand, “Your tits are so fucking perfect.”

You pressed your lips to his once more, kissing him deeply as you raked your nails down his back pulling his shirt up to expose the skin beneath it. You wanted to feel his flesh against your own and became impatient as you fought to remove the damp material. Pulling away from you, Tyler lifted the shirt over his head and tossed it to the far corner of the room, while you let your eyes feast on what he had uncovered. You felt like a child at Christmas unwrapping presents. You were never happy with just one, you had to have them all unwrapped. That is how you felt about getting him out of his clothes.

His hands slid down your sides to your hips and pulled you back onto his lap. He lifted you up until your breasts were even with his mouth. He placed little kisses all around your breasts then nuzzled the valley between before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. His gentle suckling sent shock waves through your entire body, making the muscles in your stomach clench. You threw your head back and grabbed a fist full of his hair to hold him to your aching breast. He released one nipple to suck the other one into the warm recesses of his mouth.

“That feels so good, Ty.” You moaned, tugging on his curls.

When you could stand no more you pushed away and kissed him gently before sliding your body down the length of his until you were on the floor in front of him. Rising to your knees you grabbed his hips and pulled him to the edge of the cushion. You leaned forward and took the material beside the snap between your teeth and pulled on it. You looked up at Tyler when it came free, smiling at his lust filled expression before going back to your unwrapping. You took the metal zipper tab between your teeth next, pulling it down slowly never breaking eye contact. You could feel his growing erection behind the thick material, the denim stretched taut over him making it tough to lower the tab. He lowered his hands to help you but you pushed them away and shook your head. Just to show him who was in control you placed your lips on him through the jeans and blew, surrounding his dick with your hot, moist breath. He groaned deep in his throat and his hips pushed against your mouth. You smiled to yourself and raised your hands to his hips and started to pull the jeans from his body. He lifted his hips and smiled as you worked them down his long legs then over his heels, then tossed them to the floor, forgotten.

“You too,” He rasped, “I want you naked.”

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you stood and slowly pushed your shorts and panties off your hips to let them fall to the floor. You smiled down at him and leaned forward to place a light kiss on his lips. You then raised your head and looked at his gorgeous body in all its nude glory. Seeing the thick shaft you had just freed made your pussy clench and your mouth water. You lowered yourself back to the floor and leaned forward to take him in your hands. 

“Do you want me to put this in my mouth?” You teased, gently squeezing him.

He groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the cushions before looking back down at you. “Of course I do, baby. Suck my cock.”

You lightly caressed him from head to base before repeating the action with the tip of your tongue. You could barely wrap your fingers around him as you guided it into your mouth to taste him fully. You started to gently suck him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head. You pulled him from between your lips and flicked your tongue along the tip teasingly. His shaft throbbed in your hand and you wanted to feel it in your mouth. You sucked it deep into your mouth a couple of times before letting it slide down your throat. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” He huffed out, “Take it all down your throat.”

You were working his cock slowly in and out of your mouth but his moans of pleasure urged you to go faster. You greedily began to suck at him, taking more and more of his shaft into your mouth before you angled your head over him and lowered your mouth all the way to the hilt. His cock slid down your throat and you swallowed, knowing that it would feel amazing, your thoughts confirmed when loud expletives flowed freely from Tyler’s lips. You continued until you couldn't fight the need to have him inside of you, stretching you and filling you, anymore. You removed him from your mouth, an audible ‘pop’ echoing around you, and stood moving to stand over him. You licked your lips, loving the taste of him on your tongue.

“I want you inside me,” You whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”

Tyler gazed down at you with lust blown eyes, nodding his head vigorously. “Get up here then.”

You quickly crawled up into his lap, your knees on either side of him and your hand on his shoulder as you leaned forward to kiss him deeply. As you slid your tongue into his mouth, you slowly lowered yourself back onto his lap. You rocked your hips against him and the feeling of his hard cock pushing between your pussy lips took your breath away. You broke the kiss and laid your head on his shoulder as you repeated the action. You gently bit his shoulder to keep from crying out as sensations tore through your body making you shudder. 

“Does that feel good, baby?” Tyler whispered into your ear, “You like grinding your pussy on my cock like that?”

“Fuck, yes,” You whimpered against his skin, “It feels so good.”

He grabbed your hips and tilted you forward and repeated the action. At this angle your clit rubbed against his shaft and you were unable to hold back your moan of pleasure any longer. Over and over he repeated the action while adding to the friction and moving faster until you were sobbing and begging him to be inside of you.

“Please, Tyler, please,” You cried, your hips still moving at their own volition, “I need your cock inside me.”

He ran his hands down your back and grabbed your ass pulling you closer to him and tilting your hips just enough so the tip of his cock barely entered you. You tried to push back on his dick to get him farther into you but his hands on your hips gripped you tighter, keeping you from gaining what you wanted most of all, him all the way inside of you to the hilt. 

“Patience, (Y/N),” He growled into your ear, “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.”

You whimpered and bit him hard on the shoulder making him groan deep in his throat before he thrust his entire length hard and fast into you before pulling back, almost all the way out again. You cried out and struggled to push back down on him but he held tight, barely letting the tip enter you.

“I need it, Ty,” You practically sobbed, “Please, give me your cock.”

Tyler smirked up at you, still holding you up so just the tip of him was teasing your soaked entrance. Sensations rushing through you and fighting for breath. You grabbed his hair in your fist and pulled his mouth up to meet yours. You thrust your tongue deep into his mouth and mimicked what you desperately wanted him to do to your aching pussy. Over and over you pushed your tongue into his mouth before enticing his tongue into your mouth so you could gently suck it. The kiss went on and on before he slowly let more of his dick start to slide deeper into you. Slowly he let you slide onto his shaft, stretching you slowly before he gripped your hips tight and lifted you almost off of him again. Then, without notice, he brought your hips down hard on him until he was finally buried to the hilt inside you. You broke the kiss and threw your head back to moan in pleasure. 

“Yes,” You moaned out in relief, dragging out the word.

Rocking against him and loving the feeling of being stretched to the limit with him throbbing deep inside of you. He felt so good, so thick and solid inside you, you never wanted the feeling coursing through you to end.

“You wanna ride me?” Tyler spoke against the sensitive skin of your neck. You nodded instantly, grinding your hips into him. His hand landed on your ass in a swift smack. “Get to it then.”

Slowly raising your body you slide to the tip of his dick, just like he had been doing to torture you. You worked the tip in and out for a second before sliding back down until he was buried inside of you and rocked your hips against him. Over and over you did this, until you both were fighting for breath. You started to ride him faster and faster until your entire body was tingling. He let you set the pace, his hands gripping your hips and his head laid back on the couch with his eyes focused on your own. The look in his eyes urged you on so you increased your pace even more as you watched the fire in his eyes burn brighter.

All of a sudden he was lifting you up and off him, turning and placing you on your knees facing the arm of the couch. He moved behind you and placed his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you down while he slowly slid back into your wet pussy. He set a pace that was making it hard to breathe but it still wasn't enough. You could feel your orgasm building inside of you and you fought to reach the point where you could fly.

“Fuck, Tyler, I’m gonna cum, baby.” You whined.

You could feel the beginning of your release when he pulled out of you. Just as you began to protest, he replaced his dick with his tongue, thrusting it in and out of you before flicking your clit.

“Sit on my face,” He mumbled against your pussy, “I want you to cum on my face.”

He moved to lay on his back beneath you and put his head between your legs, pulling you down to sit on his face. He pushed a finger into you, quickly followed by a second, as he sucked your clit into his mouth and lightly grazed his teeth against it, sending shock waves through you and pushing you over the edge. Your pussy convulsed around his fingers and as your release tore through you, you threw your head back and screamed.

“That’s it,” You heard him say, “Cum for me, baby.”

He continued to lightly lick you until you settled down some, then he moved behind you again. He pushed back into you slowly and set a deliberate pace to build the tension back up. Gradually he built up speed until he was slamming into you again, making you cry out in pleasure. You began to meet his every thrust, pushing back into him wanting him deeper and deeper.

“Who gets to fuck you like this, sweetheart?” Tyler asked, grunting with every thrust of his hips.

You couldn’t form a coherent sentence. The pleasure coursing through your body made it impossible to think straight. He ran his hands up your side, along your neck and into your hair, grabbing a fistful and wrapping the strands around his fist. He pulled your head back, making your back arch and sending him deeper into you. 

“Fucking answer me, (Y/N),” He growled, his hips coming to a stop, burying his cock deep inside you as he tugged at your hair harder, “Who gets to fuck you like this?”

“You do!” You whimpered, “Only you, Tyler. You get to fuck me like this, no one else.”

You could practically hear the smirk when he spoke. “That’s right, baby. Only me.”

He began to thrust harshly into you once more, a scream slipping past your lips as your pussy started to convulse again. As your second orgasm rushed through you, jolts of pure pleasure ran through your blood. Your knees threatened to collapse beneath you as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

He released your hair and grabbed your hips to pull them into his as he thrust harder and harder into you, as he too was caught in the tidal wave of your orgasm. Your pussy was gripping him tightly, beginning to pull his own release from his body. 

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” He growled through gritted teeth, “Where can I cum, baby?”

“Inside me,” You blurted out, “Cum inside me.”

His hips stuttered at your words and a low groan fell from his lips. “Fuck, are you sure baby? You want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes, please.” You wailed, “Please, I want to feel it.”

With one final fierce thrust he buried himself deep inside of you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up so your back was flush against his chest, as he too found his release. You could feel him throbbing inside of your pussy and tightened your muscles around him, holding him deep inside of you as he came. He groaned deep in his throat before he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, slowly beginning to pull out of you. You pushed back against him, sending him back deep inside you again.

“Stay,” You murmured, “Just a little bit longer. You feel so good.”

A shudder ran through his body at your words. “I have to get you cleaned up, baby.”

You begrudgingly let him go, whining softly as he pulled out of you. He apologized softly before retreating to your bathroom. He returned a short time later, washcloth in hand, and gently ran it between your thighs. He tossed it to the floor along with the rest of your discarded clothes, wrapping his arms around your body as he gently laid the two of you down onto the couch. He slowly dragged the forgotten blanket up over both of you and placed a kiss on your shoulders as you laid there listening to the wind howling and the rain and storm pounding the house.

You were both silent for a long time as you were both lost in your own thoughts. Every once in a while he would kiss your neck and pull you even tighter to him as he slowly began to drift off to sleep. You closed your eyes and listened to his deepening breathing before you started to get drowsy too. A sleepy smile came to your lips as Tyler nuzzled into your neck.

“There isn’t anyone else, (Y/N).” He whispered against your skin. “I know what that looked like but I mean it. No one else. No girlfriend.”

You turned your head to look him in the eye. The look he was giving you held nothing but honesty, the truth falling from his lips as he spoke. You nodded, pecking his lips before snuggling back into him.

“There isn’t anyone else for me either,” You replied with just as much sincerity, “Not a single person.”

“What about a married person?”

You smacked his arm, giggling softly. “Will you shut it? You’re ruining the moment.”

He chuckled softly and buried his head into your neck once more. “I’m sorry, it was right there. I had to!”

The giggles eventually died down and you found yourself tracing the black ink patterns on the arm that was wrapped securely around your frame. You let the peace and contentment take over your senses. You didn’t know where exactly you stood with Tyler at that moment, and sleep quickly took over, leaving you to sort out whatever may happen between the two of you come morning light.

[basicallywhiterice]

on top of the world (dong sicheng/winwin)

pairing: sicheng/winwin x reader

genre: angst, fluff, flangst. friends to lovers, highschool!au, dancer!sicheng, spring break trip

summary: The fall to the ground doesn’t seem so daunting when you’re living on top of the world.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: cussing

a/n: if enough people get mad at me i’ll write a part 2

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

this can be read as a standalone, but it is part 1 in the on top of the world series. crossposted on ao3 here!

Chinatown, Washington, D.C., 7:01 p.m.

“Honest Abe? More like, honest babe,” Lucas hollers to Kun and no one in particular, drawing a few disgruntled looks from the pedestrians waiting for the walk signal to flash again. He winks at a man in a navy suit, who rolls his eyes and looks away. Yangyang reaches over for a high-five.

“Dude was 6′ 4″, of course he’s a babe,” Sicheng whistles, leaning behind Yangyang and craning his neck to steal glances at Kun’s phone.

To your right, Ningning flits around, snapping pictures of the street displays and assorted neon lights on the storefronts. You watch her alongside Giselle, who pops her bubblegum, periodically glancing at the traffic light at the bustling intersection. Standing shoulder to shoulder with you to your left, Kun rattles off a hodge-podge of facts about Abraham Lincoln and Ford’s Theatre, which you just passed by, from his phone screen to a faux-enthused Yangyang, who shakes Sicheng by the shoulders every time Kun reads a new fact. He occasionally gets pushed into Lucas’s side, rolling his eyes while doing little to hide the growing grin on his face.

“... and apparently they planned his assassination in the building the Wok n’ Roll restaurant we passed used to be,” Kun remarks.

“OH MY GOD SICHENG ISN’T THAT SO CRAZY?” Yangyang all but screams. “IT WAS IN THE WOK N’ ROLL!”

As you glance over fondly, your eyes linger on the orange hues and kaleidoscopic shadows the nearby “do not walk” signal spills over Sicheng’s face. After a moment, he looks away from Yangyang’s exaggerated bouncing. His gaze flits upwards, meeting your stolen glance with his own.

The world grinds to a halt beneath your feet when a strong gust of wind blows through your hair, propelling you into free fall into the depths of his eyes until Giselle tugs on your arm, pulling you back into the present.

She gestures toward the “walk” signal on the traffic light, and you fall in line with her quick footsteps as you stride across the crosswalk.

“We should go there later,” she suggests. “Try summoning Lincoln’s ghost or something.”

“The Wok n’ Roll?”

“Yeah. Do you think his ghost would have his top hat?”

“I thought ghosts were just spirits and didn’t take material possessions with them?”

“Yeah, but then every ghost would be naked, which would be hella inappropriate.”

Ningning overhears, skipping up to you and looping her arm through yours. “You have to prove the existence of ghosts and take them out to dinner before you get them naked, you pig.”

“I made yo momma sound like a ghost last night,” Lucas quips. “I skipped the ‘getting dinner’ part, though.”

“Goddamn,” Giselle exclaims as you burst into laughter, throwing jokes and jabs at each other for the rest of the trek to the ramen restaurant where you eat dinner.

Hilton Garden Inn, Washington, D.C., 9:13 p.m.

After helping Giselle and Ningning unpack, you knock on the communicating door between your hotel room and the boys’ in order to bother Kun.

Sicheng answers, moving aside so you can step across. Their room is surprisingly clean, although you chalk it up to the limited amount of time they had to unpack earlier today. Lucas sits at the desk in the corner near the window, hunched over his laptop while Yangyang peeks over his shoulder. You glimpse a few pictures of the Washington Monument on his screen before he scrolls down to other marble structures.

“Are you looking up other places to visit?” you ask him.

He glances up, cracking his neck before responding. “Yeah. I can’t find anything special that we don’t know about, though.”

“It’s boutta be lit,” Yanyang chimes in.

“Ayeee,” Lucas responds. They start aggressively patting each other on the back and arms, and you take that as your cue to leave before they wrestle you into whatever weird ritual they’re performing.

Turning, you see Sicheng flop down onto the bed closest to the windows where Kun lays, sprawled out. “Hey,” Kun greets, lifting his head from his pillows.

“Hey,” you reply, remembering the reason why you came to the room in the first place. “Oh yeah! I found a stop sign a few blocks from here on a decently busy street. It’ll take ten minutes to go there and back, tops.”

He groans. “I would love to go, but I just got a stomachache. Tell you what. Sicheng,” he says, propping himself up at a snail’s pace and clasping Sicheng’s shoulder, “you can accompany her there, right?”

“To a stop sign?” Sicheng asks, looking up from his phone.

“A hand-picked, top tier, magnificent stop sign,” you proclaim. “Whenever me and Kun travel, we always get a random passerby to take our picture in front of a stop sign like it’s a tourist attraction. Are you down for potential social awkwardness?”

The corner of Sicheng’s lips tugs up into a grin. “You know it. I’m not ruining your tradition with Kun, am I?” he asks, glancing sideways at Kun for confirmation.

Kun flops back down on the bed. “Nah. If I went right now, I’d probably ruin the tradition by shitting my pants there or something.”

Sicheng chuckles. “Promise? We could print out those pictures and mail them back to your parents like a postcard.”

“I like the way you think,” you say with a scheming smile, nodding at Sicheng before turning back to Kun. “Anyways, drink some warm water to help with your stomachache, maybe? What do you think caused it?”

He shrugs. “Not sure. Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that trashcan pizza slice in the subway.” Sicheng reaches over and flicks his forehead. “Ow! I’m kidding! Why would you torment a sick man like this? Go away and take your pictures already.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” you ask as Sicheng asks, “You sure?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. Worst comes to worst, I’ll take a Pepto-Bismol in fifteen minutes. Go and have fun.” He waves you off, grabbing a spare pillow and lightly smacking Sicheng with it.

“Fine, mom.” Sicheng stands, pocketing his phone. “You ready? I just need to put on my shoes.”

“Yeah.” As he walks over to the closet, you sneak a peek at your reflection through your phone screen. Fighting back a sudden bundle of nerves, you discreetly smooth your t-shirt down, running a hand through your hair. Kun wiggles his eyebrows when he notices, and you flip him off, silently warning him to stay quiet.

He doesn’t. “Have fun on your date with loverboy,” he whispers.

“Shut up.”

“After you leave, should I check out the pool?” he murmurs. “Lucas and Yangyang said they don’t feel like swimming tonight.”

“What, isn’t your stomach—”

“Oh my, would you look at the time? Off you go!” He shoos you away, almost standing up to push you away and laying back down before Sicheng can turn around. You’re almost impressed by how well he set you up.

Still, though. If Kun weren’t your best friend, you’d shove him into the hotel’s fountain.

H Street Northwest, Washington D.C., 9:40 p.m.

Half an hour later, you give up on the facade of collecting anti-tourist pictures after the third stop sign, stopping by the Chinatown Express to grab a bowl of noodles with roast duck to go. You walk for a few blocks before finding a bench to sit and split it at, slurping them up in an appreciative silence.

“Oh my god,” Sicheng intones around a mouthful of noodles. When you look over, his cheeks are puffed, an empty spoon descending to rest inside the soup container.

“You look like one of those baby birds eating scraps,” you giggle.

“I’m certainly skilled with chicks,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

You roll your eyes, then scoot closer to pick up a piece of roast duck. Your knees touch, but neither of you move away. “Do you think there’s a more advanced form of life than humans, like aliens, and they view us how we view animals?” you ask, resuming the conversation you had about the meaning of life before you sat down. “Like we don’t think birds could become self-aware, no matter how intelligent they are, so then we can’t achieve the alien version of self-awareness no matter how philosophical we get.”

“Good question. Uh, alien self-awareness would probably relate to the meaning of life or something, right? Or the secrets of the universe and breaking the laws of physics. And because they’re so big brained, they could control things with their minds and be enlightened with telekinesis. So hypothetically, if I were a wise, sagely alien,” he says, gently picking up your hand and laying it flat against his palm, “I could make my hand pass through yours if I had enough brainpower.”

His hand is warm, and you hope furiously that your palms aren’t sweating. “Was this another excuse to hold my hand?”

“Well, did it work?”

You raise your eyebrows and fail at biting back your smile. “You already know, you just want to hear me say it.”

He grins. “Then say it!”

“Yes, Sicheng, it worked.”

“Awesome.” He moves his right hand to pick up his spoon, briefly tugging your hand with him until he realizes. “Fuck. Sorry, I have to let go of your hand while I eat. Unless you wanna see me struggle with my left hand.”

“As much as I’d love to watch you do that, I feel like that’d be an insult to the rest of the noodles.”

When you finally remember to stand up and throw away the long-forgotten remnants of your food, he holds your hand carefully but firmly as you walk past the White House, and you imagine his hold on your heart must feel the same.

Lafayette Square, Washington, D.C., 11:16 p.m.

“Dance with me,” Sicheng pleads, pulling you under a streetlight. You nod, but your feet stay cemented on the brick-paved sidewalk.

“I don’t know how to.”

“That’s fine.” You place your hand in his outstretched one, and he lifts your other hand to rest on his shoulder. “No one’s around to judge, so just do whatever.”

“Wise words,” you deadpan, but you let his hand on your waist guide your swaying.

He’s right, though. After the initial awkwardness fades, you find that waltzing around isn’t so bad after all—especially when he twirls you around the pocket of light underneath the lamppost so gently it feels like you’re dancing on air.

And when he dips you as you throw your head back, laughing, you think you finally understand why his eyes light up every time he finishes a dance performance.

“Is this what you love about dancing?” you ask once you’ve come back up.

He nods, eyes closing briefly. “Partly. The grand choreographies are the showstoppers, but the simpler moments keep me sane.” His eyes flutter open. “I haven’t let anyone see me dance with such bad technique in a while. I’m usually not this bad, I promise.”

“I know,” you grin. “I saw you at the winter showcase. You were amazing.” Then you take a deep breath, and brace for the worst. “The lyrical piece you closed with was the one you used for your audition, right?”

“Yeah, I—yeah.”

Abruptly, he releases your hands and steps back. You allow yourself to feel a twinge of guilt for mentioning the elephant in the room before you steel yourself for the impending conversation.

“We should probably talk about that,” he says.

“We should. Do you want to walk around the National Mall? You said you liked it earlier today.”

“Sure.”

The walk is quiet enough for you to overthink. Sicheng got accepted by a dance studio in Korea, after months of submitting auditions and traveling back and forth between countries. He’s leaving soon, even if he says he’s still waiting to hear back from Juilliard and keeping his options open. You see it in the goodbyes he keeps subconsciously saying and the memories he drinks in like it’s his last chance to, and you’re terrified of what your life will look like without him.

You glance over at him periodically, and he seems to be lost in thought too, staring straight ahead down the well-lit path. His eyebrows furrow as you pass under a streetlight, and you wonder if you brought it up the wrong way.

You’re disappointed in the crude way you shoved the future into a perfectly happy moment, then mad that you’re disappointed. It was inevitable that you’d have to talk about what would come after graduation, and it was inevitable that he’d have to remove himself from your side to chase after his dreams. It’s a wonder he hasn’t pulled away already.

Stupid, you chide yourself. Stupid, stupid, stupid, loving so hard that your chest implodes from all the weight it carries, already drifting through the pangs of hurt and the wisps of melancholy bringing about a premature nostalgia.

“I’m really going to miss you next year,” Sicheng confesses out of the blue.

You glance up. His hands are shoved into his pants pockets, his eyes roaming over your face like he’s trying to remember all the secrets it hides.

You think you might always run back to him. You’re not sure how to feel about that.

National Mall, Washington, D.C., 11:33 p.m.

“So.”

“So,” you echo. “Have you looked at decisions yet?” It’s a pointless question. You know he’s not going to Juilliard.

“Yeah, I looked at them this afternoon in the theater.” He clears his throat. “I got waitlisted.”

“Ah.”

“I’m not going to accept a spot on the waitlist.”

“Why not?”

He shrugs. “I had made my decision anyway.” Then he sighs, his nonchalant facade dropping for good. “You can probably guess.”

“You’re leaving?”

“I’m accepting the studio’s offer,” he whispers, as if the air is glass and the moment could shatter at any moment. The words float there, above your head, and you imagine grabbing them and hugging them close to your chest before they slip away.

You don’t. “I figured.”

“Yeah. You knew.”

You stare ahead and will the tears not to fall.

“I’m leaving as soon as school ends,” he says, with the sideways glance that marks the start of his rambling distraction process, “and flying there on—”

“I’m gonna miss you,” you blurt. He pauses mid-sentence. “I’m gonna miss you like crazy. Can we talk about this, for real? You can tell me all the details later, I just—please,” and your voice cracks, “don’t dismiss this.”

“Yeah. Of course.”

A blink, and the first teardrop traces its way down your face.

You waste away the hours of your stolen youth with a boy who wipes your tears away and comforts you over the future that you’ll no longer be a part of.

National Mall, Washington, D.C., 11:57 p.m.

“Before I leave,” Sicheng says, scuffing the heels of his shoes on the gravel pathway, “I know I’d regret it if I didn’t say something. I mean, I’m going to leave anyways, so why not, you know? I have to say something before I’m gone. Um, so, you know this by now, but I… I—” and you already know what’s coming.

“Stop. I know what you’re going to say. Give me a minute to think.”

You make the mistake of glancing up at him, his eyes wide and shining. “Yeah. Alright. Take all the time you need, please.”

In half a year, Sicheng will be gone and you will be left to pick up the pieces of your life that don’t involve him, piecing them together the best you can and carrying on like there isn’t a hole in your heart.

“I’m in love with you.” One thud of your heartbeat. Then another. “Sicheng.”

In half a year, this chance will be long gone, and if you let it slip through your fingers without grabbing on, you’ll never forgive yourself for letting Sicheng become your biggest what-if.

“I’m in love with you too.” He raises his hand to cradle your face in his palm. “Y/n.”

“I’ve wanted to say that for a while now.”

“Me too. It’s not just because I’m leaving, you know.” You nod, his palm momentarily pressing against your cheek. “You knew.”

“Yeah.”

You stare up at him, the boy who wears his heart on his sleeve and holds entire galaxies in his eyes.

“What are we?” he asks.

“I don’t know.”

“How do you feel about dating?”

You freeze like a deer in headlights. “Dating?”

“Yeah, would you? Like to date me?”

And then Sicheng turns into a what-if again. “I don’t know,” you confess. “I don’t know if I could handle the split.”

“We don’t have to break up when I leave. We could do long distance,” he suggests, but it sounds flimsy even to your ears.

“I don’t know, Sicheng. I don’t want to end up losing you.”

“I know. We don’t have to, especially if you don’t want to.”

You nod once in acknowledgment, and then you’re stepping into his arms again. He holds you securely, stroking your hair and waiting for you to collect your thoughts.

“I wish we had more time,” you whisper into his shoulder an eternity later. “Could we have been doing this earlier?”

“It would’ve been too fast,” he reasons, and you’re inclined to agree. “We didn’t really… not until this year…”

“Yeah.” You’ve known Sicheng for years and have been close with him for months, but you only fell in love with each other when it was too late. “I wish we started hanging out sooner.”

“Maybe things wouldn’t have turned out this way.”

“Maybe.”

You pull back enough to glance up at him, gaze dropping to his lips at the close proximity before immediately bringing it back up. His eyes follow the movement, a smile creeping up his face.

“One kiss wouldn’t hurt, right?” he asks, and he says it so earnestly that it’s hard to believe he’d be wrong.

“It wouldn’t,” you agree. His nose bumps with yours and you blink up at him once, twice, and then you’re leaning in until the faraway sounds of the city fade away. He’s purposeful and patient and when all you can think of is the brush of his lips against yours, it’s just you and him against the world.

One kiss might not hurt, but one turns to two and two turns to too many and when you finally pull away and stare into his eyes, dazed, your lips tingle from the ghost of his mouth on yours.

At that moment, the way his mouth slowly stretches into a grin does something to your heart, and you think you’d let it break a million times just to be the cause of his smile.

“Yes, Sicheng. Let’s date.”

He kisses you again, beaming so wide that his teeth knock against your lips and pulling you closer, almost picking you up in the process.

You wonder if you made the wrong decision.

[ninjettey]

Boys and Aliens ch 2

I'm still new to posting on here. Second chapter is done. I might post it on Wattpad too.

Chapter 2

626 woke to the feeling of being nudged by a foot. He peaked out from under the covers to see Laddie sitting up and rubbing his eyes. 626 crawled out and perched next to the boy. Laddie felt something sit next to him, “626. You’re here.” Laddie shocked 626 when he lunged forward and hugged him. 626 squirmed out of Laddie’s hold and shook out his fur like a dog. The alien was not accustomed to physical touch. Laddie got out of bed and went over to his stash of coloring books, and worked on the page he started the night before. 626 ventured around the main room some more. The sun was starting to set, so the rest will be up soon.

Laddie broke 626 from his venturing, “Is 626 your name?” 626 sits on the floor with Laddie and nods his head. “Do you like it?” Laddie asked. 626 just stares at the boy. Laddie tilts his head and thinks, “I could give a better name.” Laddie sits up and pushes away the picture of Frankenstein he was coloring. The picture gave him an idea, “How about Frank?” 626 shook his head no. “Ok, Stein? No, not that one.” Laddie looks at the last part he colored in, it was the stitches across Frankenstein’s forehead. “What about Stitch?” The alien tilted his head from side to side slowly, then nodded, “Ih.”

Hearing voices of laughter and hollering, Laddie knew the boys were up and heading to the main room. Marko and Paul appeared first, shoving and punching each other while laughing. Then Dwayne followed shortly by David. Laddie got up and went to Dwayne, “Guess what?” “What buddy?” Dwayne picked the boy up. “I gave 626 a new name,” Laddie excitedly exclaimed. “Really?” Paul curiously wondered. Laddie nodded his head, “Uh-huh. His name is Stitch, and he likes it.”

They all turn to Stitch, who is a little uncomfortable with the attention. They watch as Stitch stuffed his feet in his mouth and rolled around the cave like a ball. Stitch bounced a few times over the uneven ground before unrolling to keep from smacking into the giant red toolbox. He could see a bunch of spare parts from their motorcycles and a bare frame. Dwayne and Marko join him since they are the ones that mostly work on the bikes. Marko gestures to the parts, “These are parts from our bikes. We don’t need them. You’re welcome to do what you want with them.” They were mostly curious to see what Stitch could come up with. David got the boys’ attention away from Stitch, “Come on boys, time to feed… Star, you and Laddie stay here.” And with that, the four vampires left to feed off some Surf Nazis.

Star waited for the sounds of the bikes to fade before heading towards the opening of the cave. Laddie stopped her, “Where are you going? You’re supposed to stay here with me.” Star just scoffed, “I’m meeting someone. You’ll be fine. You have Stitch.” Laddie shook his head, “David is going to be so mad.” Star just shrugged her shoulders and continued to climb out of the cave. She was going to meet Michael. She was sure he could help her get away from David and The Lost Boys.

A sound of a tool dropping back into the toolbox had Laddie turning towards Stitch. He gasped at what Stitch had built, “Whoa! You built a bike. Wait, it has three wheels.” Stitch stepped away to look at his creation. He had taken the bare frame, added an additional bar on the back end to support two small wheels from what looks like a go-kart. A decent-sized engine inside the frame with a seat big enough for a grown adult. The handles dropped low enough for Stitch to reach. Stitch had greased and gassed up this beast of a trike. He mounted it and kicked it to life. Satisfied with how it ran, Stitch shocked Laddie by lifting it with one arm and proceeded to carry it outside of the cave and up the cliffside, bypassing the stairs. Laddie followed him out. Stitch had Laddie sit on the seat, then he sat on Laddie’s lap. Stitch started the bike up and off they went.

(Forgive me. I’m not a mechanic so I’m describing what Stitch built as best I can. Looks kinda like this. Google helped.)

The boys were leaning against their bikes just people watching when they heard what sounded like another bike coming closer. Their eyes widen as tourists and locals jump out of the way of what looks like a trike. Once it gets closer they can see it is Stitch and Laddie. Stitch drifts the trike to a halt next to the other bikes. Laddie’s hair is in his face, “Hi guys.” Stitch got up so Laddie could stand, giggling the whole time. The ride was so much fun. Stitch had modified the engine to go faster than it is supposed to and ride over sand with no problem.

Marko and Dwayne are circling the trike, impressed with what he was able to put together from all the parts inside the cave. Marko sat in the seat and it felt comfortable, “This is a sick-ass ride, little dude.” Dwayne nodded his head, “Yeah it is.” Dwayne then looked around for Star, “Where’s Star?” Stitch growled. Laddie patted his head to calm him down, “She left right after you guys. I think that’s why Stitch brought me here. I told her she was supposed to stay with me but she left anyways.” All four vampires growled in anger. David lit another cigarette, “As much as I hate to, we need to go let Max know. See if we can finally get rid of her.”

The group of six walked over to the video store. Opening the door making the dinger go off, Max looks up to see his boys and Laddie walk in. He didn’t notice Stitch at first, not until his Hellhound Thorn growled. “I told you not to come in here. What is that thing?” Thorn kept growling and getting closer to Stitch. The alien growled in response, stood up straighter to look the Hellhound in the eyes. Stitch’s eyes started to glow bright green, making Thorn cower and back away. The boys just smirked and walked out of the video store. They didn’t even bother talking to Max about Star. They were too smug that Stitch scared Thorn.

Stitch did not like Max one bit. Max was very rude to his new friends. David walked past Stitch and bent down to pat his head as he passed. The group went back to their bikes and hung out for a bit longer. Stitch would occasionally say words in his language. Dwayne being the closest to him asked what he was saying. Over the next hour, Stitch tried his best to teach the boys various phrases in his language. They were all laughing at the insults he taught them. The people passing by would just glance at them and walk faster thinking they were being talked about.

David had spotted Star talking to Michael. He was the kid Max had ordered to turn so Max could claim the kid’s mom. He dropped his spent cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. “Come on boys, let’s greet the lovebirds,” David said as he mounted his bike. They all surrounded Michael, even Stitch, and Laddie. Star looked at David scared before turning back to Michael. “You left Laddie alone again Star,” David told her coldly promising punishment once they got back to the cave.

Michael had hung out with the Lost Boys a couple of times already. Ever since the first time, Michael has felt different, more agitated, aggressive, and hungry no matter what he ate or drank. He glared at David, “We were going to get something to eat.” He held his hand out for Star but David cut her off, “Star.” As of giving a silent command, she mounted David’s bike behind him. “Why don’t you come with us? We were just going to get something to eat.” The boys laughed knowing it wasn’t food he was talking about. David could feel Michael’s hunger was getting worse. Time to show this half-vamp what he was. They drove to the cave and dropped off Star, Laddie, and Stitch first. Stitch has not been told they are vampires yet, so they did not want him to see them feed and freak out.

Following behind the guys, Michael was a little on edge. He was turning into something and he didn’t like it. His younger brother Sam told him he was turning into a vampire. Michael didn’t want to believe him but certain things that have happened to make him think Sam is right. Pulling up to a sand dune, the four vampires and half got off their bikes and climbed up a tree to watch a group of drunk Surf Nazis party. The Nazis were oblivious to what awaits them. Michael heard David talking, “Initiation is over Michael. Time to join the club.” Michael looks over the other guys to see their faces have transformed into something demonic.

David and his boys flew at the partiers and tore into them, pun intended. Michael watched as Marko snapped a guy's neck after drinking his blood. Paul ripped some guy’s arms off while his mouth was attached to his neck. Dwayne snapped a guy in half that he drained. It was what David was doing that scared him the most. David had bit the top of a guy’s head and then started to eat the back out of it while slurping up the blood. Michael could feel the urge to join them, and it freaked him out. Michael dropped out of the tree and rolled down the hill as the guys came over the top. They were panting and covered in blood.

“Now you know what we are. What you are. You will never grow old, get sick or die. But you must feed,” David wiped the blood off his cheek and laughed. Michael screamed, “NO!” He mounted his bike and rode off as fast as he could. The boys just continued to laugh at the punk. They knew Michael wasn’t made for the life of a vampire. They returned to the cave shortly thereafter where Stitch gave them all a once-over before laying down at Laddie’s feet.

David and his boys just gave each other a look and thought, ‘Maybe Stitch wouldn’t freak out.’ They decided to tell him the next night what they were. Of course, Stitch will find out before then.

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Chapter 2: The Swan Thief

“Do I really have to go to dad’s tonight? I was gonna help Will with all the planning for the barbeque!” Henry was packing his clothes into his small suitcase that he used on the weekends he spent with his dad.

“Yes, this is his weekend, and you know it’s important that you spend time with him.”

“I know, I get it.” He groaned. “But can I still see Will before dad gets here?”

“Alright, but don’t be late getting back, your dad will be here in less than an hour. You know how much he hates to wait.”

“That’s because he gets uncomfortable being around you for longer than two minutes.”

Emma laughed. “Well, let’s not make him uncomfortable then.”

As soon as his mother walked out of his room, he reached into his drawer to pull out the notebook he kept so well guarded. He stuffed it into his backpack and zipped it shut. Carrying his stuff, he tossed everything down by the door and slipped into the hall.

Instead of heading across the hall to Will’s, he walked next door and knocked on 4C. Looking around anxiously, he waited for an answer. As he was about to give up, the door opened, Killian stood in front of him, his hair disheveled with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Morning, lad. Everything alright?”

Henry glanced down the hall toward his apartment. “Yup, just checking in to see how your first night went.”

“Are you some sort of welcoming committee?” He joked.

“Nah, did Ruby come by yet?”

“Ruby?” He said with a twitch of his lip and a look of confusion on his face, obviously she hadn’t invited him to the barbeque yet. God, no one ever did anything urgently around here.

He heard a bark from behind the man and a dog came skipping out from one of the rooms. “Cool dog.” He exclaimed, slipping under Killian’s arm, and entering the apartment.

“Why don’t you come in and say hello to the dog.” The man said sarcastically before pausing with a sigh. “His name’s Smee.”

“Hey Smee. I’m Henry.” He looked up at Killian. “Anyway, I stopped by to invite you to a barbeque, since apparently Ruby hasn’t done it yet. And by the looks of the place, you might need somewhere to eat.” He looked around at the empty apartment.

“Yeah, my stuff is supposed to arrive tomorrow. So, what’s this barbeque you’re going on about?”

“It’s an annual thing we do here, barbeque on the roof to welcome summer. Everyone comes and it’s a good place to meet all the neighbors. You can bring a friend or girlfriend…”

“Ah, well, I don’t have a girlfriend, but I suppose I can bring a date.”

No girlfriend. “So, you’re single?”

“You’re pretty nosey for a kid.”

“Mom says I’m curious. You should meet her; her name is Emma.”

“I think I met her boyfriend yesterday. Graham I believe.”

“Oh him, yeah. He’s a security guard for old people.” Henry said, brushing off the question.

“I beg your pardon?”

Henry ignored the question, not wanting to get into any discussion with him about Graham. “So, you’ll come to the barbeque?”

The man laughed. “Well, I don’t suppose you give me much choice, lad.”

“Awesome, I’ll let Ruby and Will know.”

“Is Ruby your little friend’s mom?”

Henry shrugged, “Ruby doesn’t have kids.”

Killian just shook his head, “Alright, well I need to get to work, so I guess I’ll be seeing you at this barbeque.”

“Oh, where do you work?”

The man narrowed his eyes. “Do you work for the CIA or something?”

“I bet you work on a boat.” Henry mused.

“Bloody hell kid.” The man’s eyes widened.

“I knew it.” Henry cheered as he patted the dog on the head and walked to the door. “It was the anchor keychain. And you seem like a boat guy.” He shrugged, stepping out into the hall. “See ya later, Killian.”

The door shut behind him and the grin on his face grew wide. He knew he was a Captain. He just knew it. He ran back to his apartment, turning back quickly to knock on Will’s door.

“Oi, I thought you went to Neal’s today.” The man answered with just a pair of shorts on. “You know I sleep in on Saturday’s.”

“Sorry, just wanted to tell you that 4C is coming to the barbeque.”

“Bloody hell, I didn’t even talk to Ruby yet, how did he know?”

“I invited him, we’re friends.” He said with a shrug, turning and entering his apartment, closing the door behind him. As soon as he did both of his parents turned around from the spot they were standing.

“There he is. I told you he would be on time.” His mother said with an icy tone.

“Hey kid, you ready to go?” His dad walked toward him, grabbing his bag from the floor.

“Yup.” He wrapped his arms around his mom and hugged her. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Love you, kiddo.”

“You too mom.” He squeezed her tightly and then gripped his backpack, turning to his father who nervously shifted toward the door.

“I’ll have him back by 7pm tomorrow. See ya then, Ems.” He paused, then opened the door, ushering Henry into the hall.

“Be good, Henry.” His mother hollered after him.

“Hold the elevator.” Henry looked up as his father called toward the man at the end of the hall. Henry smiled when he recognized Killian.

“Hey, Killian.” Henry greeted him happily as he entered and stood next to him.

“Hello again, lad.”

“This is my dad, Neal.” He said, staring back at his dad. “Dad, this is Killian, he just moved in next door.”

“Perfect.” His dad mumbled under his breath. “Why isn’t it ever an old lady?”

“Sorry, Mate, what did you say?” Killian inquired.

“I said, nice to meet you.” His father lied. Henry wanted to laugh at the man’s immediate reaction to Killian. His dad always seemed to be intimidated by other men, especially if they were anywhere near his mom.

He had long since given up the childish notion of his parent’s getting back together. While he was sure his dad still had an interest in his mom, he had overheard enough conversations between them where his mother had made it clear that there was no future between them.

His mother never said a negative thing about her father to him, but he was old enough to know that his dad wasn’t exactly husband material. He had heard Ruby refer to Neal as a “grown child” when she and his mom had returned from one of their “girl’s night out” parties.

The elevator arrived at the ground floor and Henry parted ways with Killian with a wave, climbing into his dad’s truck for the drive across town. His dad lived in the city, preferring to be in what he referred to as the hustle and bustle of the big wigs or something equally as stupid as that sounded.

As soon as he got to his room, he pulled out his notebook scribbling excitedly after the events of the afternoon.

Captain Jones strutted through the town of Bostonia, observing the townsfolk as they scurried around preparing for the annual ball. Occasionally he caught the eye of a maiden milling about, sizing up his options for the evening. He had been summoned by the King on an urgent yet delicate matter, one that required him to be discreet regarding the reason for his visit.

As he approached the castle, a guard gestured to him and immediately escorted him to the back of the castle, he was led into the garden and told that the King would be with him shortly. Killian had never been to Skyline Manor before, he was unfamiliar with the town of Bostonia, and its inhabitants.

“Captain Jones.” He turned and saw a man striding toward him. Surely this was King David. He bowed, then stood to meet the man’s eyes.

“Your Highness, I came as soon as I got word of your request.”

“I appreciate your expedience, as well as your discretion in this delicate situation.”

“I fear I do not know the details of why you have summoned me.”

The King caught the eye of his guard and nodded slightly, the man stepped inside the castle walls, leaving them alone. “I am not sure if you are aware of my sister’s situation.” Killian nodded that he did not know the situation that the man was speaking of. “Princess Emma is to choose a husband at the upcoming ball.”

“I am not looking for a wife.” Killian said with a slight chuckle.

The King laughed heartily. “No, no. My sister is being courted by a dear friend of mine, Duke Humbert. It is my hope that she will choose him to marry on this night.”

“Then I truly am confused as to why I have been summoned.”

“I don’t want anything to distract my sister from her suitor. However,…” He leaned toward the Captain. “Have you heard of The Swan Thief?”

“Aye, he is renowned throughout the lands. No one knows his true identity, yet he has managed to lighten the purses of many a kingdom. The rumor is that he has a reputation of sullying plenty of fair maidens in his wake.”

“Including my sister.” He said quietly. “Many years ago, my sister placed her misguided trust in him when he was but a young man, he deceived her, and she was left with a son. Obviously, the scandal of an unwed Princess suddenly finding herself with child would have brought dishonor on our kingdom and thus Princess Emma hid away until Sir Henry was born. Our people were told that Sir Henry’s father died and abandoned him, his pockets full from the kingdom’s coffers and Princess Emma took pity on the boy and raised him as her own.”

“And what of the boy? Does he know of his origins?”

“Sir Henry knows that he is the son of Princess Emma and that if the truth came out, it would be dangerous for both he and his mother.”

“My apologies, your highness. Your sister’s virtue aside, how does this involve me?”

“I have it on good word that The Swan Thief plans to disrupt the ball this evening.”

“He is in town?”

“Yes, my wife, Queen Margaret has received a special jewel from the Queen of Arendelle. I believe he will attempt to steal this item.”

“And you would like me to stop the man? Why me, I’m certain you have very capable guards?”

“You have a certain reputation, one that has reached the shores of Bostonia. You are the most feared Captain in all the realms, and you always catch your man.”

“For the right price.” The Captain added.

“Yes, and I believe you will find this price to be most pleasing.”

“And all you require of me is to capture this Swan Thief in order to take my payment?”

“Discreetly, yes. I do not wish my sister or my nephew to know of his presence. His being here would be most unpleasant for the festivities and my sister.”

“And where will I find this Swan Thief?”

“I believe he is on his way to the castle, even as we have this conversation.”

“And you will divulge to me his true identity?”

“His name is Neal Baelfire.”

~*~

Emma spent the rest of the evening nervously cleaning the apartment. She was never prepared for Henry to go to Neal’s. Half the time he would call and cancel hours before Henry’s was to leave, other times he would show up thirty minutes early wanting to know why he wasn’t ready to go.

As much as she wanted her son to have a relationship with his father, she hated the fact that she had to share him at all.

Her front door opened, and her best friend Will came bounding through the room. “Do you have beer over here?”

“I thought it was BYOB tonight?”

“It is, but I forgot to go shopping because I slept in.”

“Which one was it, did you forget to go shopping or sleep in?”

He laughed nervously, “Which one gets me beer?”

“Why do I love you so much?”

“Because I’m handsome and I put up with you?” He jumped over the back of her couch and landed on the cushions below him.

“How old are you?”

“Come on Em, please?”

The door swung open, and Ruby walked in with a twelve pack of beer and a bottle of rum in her hand. “Let’s get this party started.”

“My hero.” Will exclaimed, jumping up to unload Ruby of her treasures.

“I figured you would forget again.” She said with a roll of her eyes.

“I knew you loved me.” He said lovingly, kissing Ruby on the cheek.

“Eww, you know we’re never gonna happen right?” Ruby shoved him toward the kitchen.

“Only in my dreams, lass.” He teased in their usual ritual.

“Where’s Graham?”

“He gets off at eight, he’ll be here in a bit.”

“Is that when they put the old people to bed?” Will laughed.

“You’re as bad as Henry.” Emma groaned. “He has a great job.”

“I know. I’m kidding, Emma. It’s just…sometimes he’s a bit…”

“Wooden? Boring? Predictable?” Ruby chimed in.

“You guys are terrible friends.” She complained. “He’s a really nice guy and I like him a lot.”

They were interrupted by a knock on the door and Emma gave them both a warning glance before she opened the door. However, it wasn’t Graham at the door but the new neighbor she had seen in the hall the night before.

“Hello, sorry to bother you, lass, I’m your new neighbor. Killian Jones.” Emma tried not to stare, she really did, but the voice was mesmerizing and his eyes kept drawing her in, suddenly she found herself unable to blink. “Hello?” He repeated and she shook herself out of her trance.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m Emma.”

“My stuff is still being delivered and the moving company lost a few of my boxes. You wouldn’t happen to have a bowl I could borrow?”

“Um, sure, yes I mean. One second.” She turned around and wandered into the kitchen, looking through her cabinets for a bowl.

“So, you’re the mysterious Jones in 4C?” Will questioned the newcomer. “Henry told me he invited you to the barbeque next weekend.”

Emma’s head snapped toward Killian. Her son invited him to the barbeque?

“Um yes, the lad is very friendly.” He said with a tone of discomfort.

“Here you go.” She offered the bowl toward him.

“Thank you, love.” He responded and she felt as if her tongue was swelling in her mouth causing her to be unable to speak.

“Uh yeah, no problem.”

“I’ll bring it back tomorrow, if that’s alright.”

“Of course.”

“Well, enjoy your evening.” He turned to leave before Ruby crowded behind her.

“You like poker or alcohol?” Emma turned and glared at her friend. “We’re having an adult night.” She announced with her tongue practically hanging out of her mouth.

“Oh, well, I’m making dinner for my date, actually. But thanks for the invite. Perhaps another time.” He said with a smirk that made Emma’s heart race.

“You’re welcome any time at my place. I’m just across the hall at 4D.” Emma shoved her friend backwards into the apartment.

“Thanks again.” He smiled and Emma slammed the door shut quickly.

“Oh my God, Ruby, I’m surprised you didn’t throw your bra at him and start screaming his name.”

“Did you see that man? Damn.” Ruby sighed.

Emma bit her lip, she had to admit the man was easy on the eyes, but he did just say that he was making dinner for a date. And oh my God, she had a boyfriend. Greg or Garret… her brain was suddenly going blank.

~*~

Killian walked back to his apartment in a haze. So that was Henry’s mother. He had only caught a glimpse of her when he saw her in the hall previously, but up close she was almost intoxicating. It was a true shame that she was attached to the man he had met previously.

He opened the door to his apartment, Belle standing at the counter stirring the pasta on the stove. “Did they have a bowl.”

“Aye.”

“Oh great, it’s always nice to have good neighbors.”

They finished preparing dinner, sitting down at the table with Belle to enjoy their hard work. “I forgot to mention that I was invited to a barbeque this weekend, care to join me.”

“Who invited you?”

“Apparently I moved in right before the annual barbeque. Henry, the lad next door invited me.”

“You got invited by a kid?”

“Aye, odd child, very curious. Possibly working undercover for the CIA.” Killian joked.

“Aww, you made a friend your own age.” She teased.

“Very funny.”

“I’m serious though, it’s nice. Maybe he doesn’t have any other friends around here.”

“Not true, he said his best friend lives across the hall. I think he said his name was Will.”

“Well, I think it’s sweet.”

“You think everything is sweet, lass.” He teased.

“I think you’re sweet.” She blushed and he tried to ignore the smile on her face and the way she stared at him with emotion in her eyes.

“You wound me, French. I may be dashing, dare I say devilishly handsome even, but sweet? You take that back, woman.” He chased her down the hall toward the bedroom, capturing his prize as he dragged her into the darkened room.

~*~

When Henry returned home the next evening, he found his mother lying on the couch, her sleep mask over her face. “Mom?”

His dad dropped his bag on the ground loudly and Emma jumped from the couch. “Oh hey, what time is it?”

“It’s 7pm.” Neal announced. “Are you sick?”

“Not really, no. Headache.” She groaned. “Did you have fun, kid?”

Henry glanced at his dad and lied. “Loads, we watched Pokémon and ate pizza.”

His mother started to laugh, and Henry narrowed his eyes. She immediately recognized his warning. “Well, that’s great. Sounds fun.”

“I’ll uh guess I’ll see you in a couple weeks.” His dad announced, and Henry wrapped his arms around his waist before taking off down the hall toward his room as he shouted his goodbye.

He stopped at his door, listening to his parents talking softly in the other room.

“So, about the next visit. I have to…” His dad started before his mom cut him off.

“Seriously, Neal?”

“I’m going out of town for a couple of weeks. Business.”

Henry rolled his eyes. He was pretty sure the business he was talking about was a dark-haired woman with big boobs that his dad had spent all weekend facetiming.

“Did you tell him already?”

“I was kind of hoping you would just let him know.”

“Of course you were.” He mother said flatly.

“I just hate seeing the disappointment on his face.”

“Maybe try not disappointing him so often then.”

Henry sighed and quietly closed his bedroom door. He tossed his bag into his closet and slammed himself down onto his bed with a thud. Digging into his backpack he pulled out the old notebook and scanned through the last words he had put on paper. Biting his lip, he grabbed his pencil.

Neal Baelfire sat alone in a darkened corner of the Thirsty Lion tavern in the port of Bostonia. The busty red haired bar wench sauntered over to him with a cold mug of beer, slamming it on the table as the suds poured down the sides of his glass.

“Anything else I can get you?” She cooed.

“How bout some company?” He offered. “Perhaps just the two of us?”

“You payin’?” She said with a drawl.

“You got a room here? I need a place to stay.” He asked, dropping a cloth bag onto the table, the sound of coins clanging together bringing a smile to her face.

“Let me get you a key, sugar.”

As the woman retreated, Neal watched the portly man on the other side of the bar, drinking his pint alone. The man was always on time, never a moment late. His plan was falling into place. Soon he would take what he needed, what was owed to him. He would be able to afford the life of luxury that was denied him, that she had kept him from. Once he had the ice diamond, he could afford a new life, far away from Bostonia.

Once he had the ice diamond, he would have his son again.

[thegoddamnfangirl]

Ditz

Pairings: Damian Wayne x Reader

 Requested by anon: Hello there! Could you do Damian Wayne x Reader where the reader is super sweet and cute and stuff but she's also really ditzy so everyone (including the rest of the Batfam) thinks she's dumb and it's weird, because Damian hates being around dumb people, but then they find out that she's actually like a genius and she just comes across as ditzy like that because she just really loves being around people. By the way, I love love LOVE your writing!! Every story of yours I read makes me so happy

Thank you so much, anon! I hope you’re safe and healthy, wherever you are. I’m sorry I’ve been inactive forever, and this fic isn’t my best work, I’ve gotten really rusty- but it was really a pleasure to write this for you, and I’m glad you enjoy my fics!

“Father, I’ll be having a friend over today,” said Damian, looking keenly at Bruce across the dinner table.

Bruce looked up from his food, a bit confused.

“A friend that isn’t Jon?” he asked.

“No, she’s a classmate, she- don’t look at me like that Father. Stop. Stop smiling, it’s uncomfortable!” said Damian, scowling.

“What? I’m not smiling!” said Bruce, with humor in his voice. “It’s just, it’s good, I’m glad you’re making friends. I’ll tell your brothers to not walk around in their uniforms.”

Damian shrugged in response, hoping his father hadn’t noticed the slight redness in his cheeks.

---

“WhoOP-“

“(Y/N)!” sighed Damian, grabbing her by the arm as she half-fell over the threshold.

“Sorry!” she laughed. “I’m hyper when I’m excited.”

Damian didn’t respond. Not letting go of her arm, he led her into the manor, towards one of the more favorably furnished drawing rooms (there had been several incidents some others, including someone absolutely ravaging one of the stiffly furnished ones, and one of the sitting rooms being converted into a slobby, messy, caffeine scented “family room”).

“I’d take you to my room but I’m afraid my father wouldn’t permit it,” he sighed.

“That’s alright, Dami,” she responded, smiling at him. “Is everything good with you and your dad?”

“As good as it ever was,” responded Damian, glancing quickly around the room as they entered it. Then he lowered his voice, and said-

“I’ve found that it makes him…warmer, somehow, if I engage in typical adolescent activities. It’s…nice, that way,” he said, his voice catching on the last part as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was saying.

She squeezed his arm, eyes bright.

“I’m glad. See, I told you- with family, all it takes is effort.”

“Yes, well-oh,” Damian stopped mid-sentence, his eyes on the door.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” said Bruce, with a small smile at (Y/n).

“Oh, that’s okay! I mean, hi- hello, Mr. Wayne-“ (Y/n) said, or rather jabbered, words tumbling one on top of another as she got up to shake his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, (Y/n). Damian-“ said Bruce, looking towards his son, “I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be flying over to Metropolis tonight, but Dick-“ he was interrupted by a giggle from (Y/n), which he chose to ignore “-will be coming over to stay till I get back. No staying out too late, okay?”

“Yes, Father,” said Damian, shooting (y/n) as amused look.

“Anyway, (Y/n), it was great to meet you, I have to get going-“ Bruce began, just as (Y/n) backed up a little and rammed into a small side table.

“WeLP-oh my god, I’m sorry,” said (y/n) as the table fell over. Luckily, there was nothing breakable on it.

Bruce made sure, in a few short words, that (Y/n) was okay, and left the two to their own devices, wondering how it was that Damian had not uttered a single disparaging remark the whole time.

---

“Damiiiii I’m hoooome~” sang Dick, deliberately adopting the high, jaunty tone of voice he knew Damian hated so much.

The manor seemed pretty much empty, so Dick checked all the training rooms, and then he checked the Batcave. No sign of his little brother.

He was just about to call Damian when he heard a resounding thud from upstairs, followed almost immediately by a clang.

It sounded like it came from the little attic room that Damian would use as a studio, so Dick rushed directly upstairs, and shoved the door open to see-

A girl around Damian’s age, sprawled on the floor, her legs dripping with white paint. She was laughing, and a large can of paint was lying toppled on its side. Damian was looking at the girl with a mixture of exasperation and- amusement?

They both immediately looked up when Dick entered the room, and the girl hastily got to her feet.

“Hi!” she said, in an excited, chirpy tone. “I’m (Y/n), and you must be…Dick?” She extended her hand, which Dick took without thinking.

“Oh, shiz, sorry!” exclaimed (Y/n)- her hand was covered in paint, and now, so was Dick’s.

“Heh, that’s alright, kid,” said Dick, slowly processing the scene. Damian’s eyes were set intently on his face.

“Yeah, I’m Dick, you’re a…friend? Of Dami’s?” he asked.

“Yeah!” she nodded, previous embarrassment forgotten as she began to bounce a little on her heels. “Damian’s doing a portrait of me,” she added.

“That’s really nice of him,” Dick said, looking at Damian with incredulity. “I mean it, (y/n)…Damian isn’t nice at all, not ever!”

“Shut up, Richard,” growled Damian. “I need to get back to work.”

Dick laughed, with (Y/n) smiling as she assumed her position on a small stool in front of Damian’s easel, which faced away from the door.

---

Sometimes, when you really, really, like a person, you don’t want them to meet your family, or your family to meet them. The smaller your family, the larger the chances that this person will quickly be exposed to your entire family, but with a large family, you may hope to keep them hidden from some members, at least for a little while.

Damian hoped. He hoped in vain.

“She visited you? She visited you? Why?” hollered Damian.

“Relax, I liked your sister! She’s not a woman of many words, but she seems really nice,” said (Y/n), sincerely.

“Cassandra is not nice,” grimaced Damian. “She’s feral.”

“Damian, that’s not nice,” said (y/n), leaning forward in her armchair.

It was one of those really nice days when everyone was busy in their own thing, and Damian and (y/n) had a little privacy in a sitting room.

“Besides, Jason seems really funny,” (y/n) added.

Damian sat up straight in his chair, eyes flashing.

“Todd came to see you? WHY?”

“He was with Cass when she came over to give me the book I left at your place!” said (y/n). “I like your siblings, I really do.”

“That’s because you don’t know them,” whined Damian, knowing full well the real reason why Cassandra and Todd went to (y/n)’s.

Todd would call it reconnaissance. Damian called it being a busybody.

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Within less than a month, through some excuse or the other, (Y/n) had been exposed to his whole family. The whole nuthouse. All Damian really needed at this point for his mother to go barging into her room at some ungodly hour and take her for blackmailing him or something, and the picture would be complete.

Damian’s real problem wasn’t what (y/n) thought of his family. It was more the way they had taken to teasing Damian, randomly whispering her name through the comms, asking him about his giiiiiirlfriiiend, someone (and he suspected either Stephanie or Todd) had even left an elaborately embroidered handkerchief with her initials on his bed. Even his father had joined in the joke, occasionally asking him if he needed any “tips” and whether he wanted to be taken to the jewelry store to scout for rings?

It was insufferable.

What bugged him the most, however, was the little talk he had had with Richard.

“Damian…listen. You really seem to like this girl,” Dick had said, making himself comfortable on the bed Damian had just made.

Damian had just shrugged.

“Look, I know what it’s like to really have a crush on someone, but she’s been coming over a lot, and before you start to get serious, I want you to think about how much you really like her. Do you think you’ll, erm, continue to like her?” Dick had asked, a little confused as to how to ask Damian the awkward question.

In spite of himself, Damian had asked what he meant.

“(Y/n) is very sweet,” Dick said, “but she’s a little, she doesn’t really seem your type.”

Damian had stared, as if waiting for him to continue, and he did.

“She’s adorable, Dami, but do you really have fun with her? I mean, not that kinda fun, just, I know if you’re going to seriously like someone they need to challenge you, they need to be sharp and-“

“Are you calling her dumb?” Damian had snapped, feeling his defensive hackles rising.

“No! It’s just, she seems a little scattered and, I dunno, ditzy? I know for a fact that you’re intolerant of anything but the very best in people, both intellect wise and strength wise.”

Damian had just sighed. “She’s much smarter than she looks.”

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Tim and Bruce were staring.

(Y/n) was sitting cross legged on the carpet, flipping through a case file they had told her Richard was “going through for work, consulting a bit for the GCPD while he took some time off of his job”.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” she said, a goofy smile on her face as she put the file back on the central table.

She had come over to see Damian, and had been talking to Tim and Bruce whilst she waited for him. She’d gotten curious about the case file lying on the table, looked through it, and-

“She might have solved it,” Tim murmured to Bruce, half wondering how he had missed the subtle details (y/n) had picked up.

Bruce looked thoughtful.

“You seem quite observant, (y/n),” he said. “Would you like to give your input on some of the other cases we have? It would be quite helpful for the, uh, the GCPD to gain some fresh perspective.”

“Oh, sure,” chirped (y/n), entirely oblivious to all the surprise she had occasioned. “Let me just-“

She stood up sharply, forgetting that she had sidled almost entirely underneath the extended arm of a hardwood chair.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed, rubbing her head where she’d hit it. “Damn, I need to stop being so hyper,” she grumbled, earning a look of amusement from Tim.

Damian was quite pleased to hear that all of Dick’s previous doubts had been removed, and that the GCPD has received a sudden influx of invaluable input helping them solve at least two cases gone cold.

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Okay, so i got a little awkward at the end. I’ll get it with practice, though.

Requests are open! Give me something to do y’all I’ll be in complete lockdown for a few more weeks! 

Also, for Damian x reader fics, could you guys please specify in the request roughly what age you’d want him to be around?

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

Fortune’s Rule, Part 3

Ok, I thought this was going to be a 3-parter but, once again... it got away from me. So this is the third part and I’m almost entirely sure it’s the second last part. 

Part One Part Two

Pairing: Damian Priest x OFC

Word Count: 3,902

Content advisory: The smut has arrived! 

Indeed, for the rest of the night, you’re lost in your thoughts. ‘Damian’ you repeat in your head, thinking of how well the name seems to suit him but not knowing why. Damian with his long dark hair and tattoos, and that knowing, sinful smile. You haven’t been attracted to anyone since Johnnie and even that had more or less fizzled out by… you try not to think about it but the images come to you anyway. 

It’s the same sort of thing that you dream about, the sensation of being back in the woods, cold and desperate, clinging to the bag of money that still sustains you, shivering at the thought that your boyfriend and best friend might be dying in the water or that they might survive and know that you abandoned them. It’s like you can almost hear them dragging themselves towards you, broken steps from broken bodies. 

“Excuse me?” a sharp voice snaps you back to reality. 

“Yes,” you stammer, “I’m sorry.”

“Two PBR,” the young man says, his voice making it clear that he’s repeating this. 

You nod and turn around to get the chilled bottles out of the fridge but when you stand again, your body freezes and one of the bottles slips right out of your hand and shatters on the floor. For a second, you see Cynthia in the alley across the street, next to Damian’s store, slowly advancing from the shadows in the same terrible state she is in your dreams. 

But then a man emerges from the alley, adjusting his belt to make it clear what he was just doing. He sports a vest covered with badges and short, crimson hair but he is nothing like Cynthia. He jogs to catch up with a small group of punks and they all take off together, which leaves you in shock, standing in a rapidly expanding puddle of beer laced with broken glass. 

You sheepishly take a third beer from the fridge and hand them to the customer, not even bothering to count the money he drops on the bar before grabbing a couple of towels to soak up the mess. It takes that plus an entire roll of paper towels and a thorough mopping to clean up the mess and even then, you’re not certain you got all of it. The scent of cheap beer is in your nostrils for the rest of the night. 

Of course, this would be the night that you have customers lingering until nearly two, stretching out the time before you can take Damian up on his offer. But the sign in his shop stays lit, like a beacon letting you know you can find your way there no matter how late you come. So you let the customers stay and serve them as long as they ask. And when they’re gone you make yourself go through the closing rituals to the last detail. 

When you go to shut down the lights, you feel yourself shiver a little and you could swear that you see a shadow moving somewhere in the back but you turn and rush out of the place, locking the doors and closing the security gate before rushing to find out what your dark stranger has to tell you. 

You’re frightened by the screech of tires, a car Plotinus down the road well above the speed limit, loaded with kids blasting some sort of trap beats and hollering at you for interrupting their ride. You could swear that you looked down the street when you started to cross and saw nothing. Shaken, you instinctively grip your bag to your side and scurry the rest of the way to the shop door, ringing the bell as a handwritten sign instructs. 

There’s a loud buzz and you push open the door, much heavier than it looks, to find yourself in a dimly lit cavern of strange and slightly ominous artefacts, jars of leaves and roots, rough crystals and many, many books in a wide range of languages you’ve never seen before. 

“So you decided to come,” the familiar voice greets you from behind the cash. He’s bent over, arms folded on the counter, sharp eyes fixed on you with that same, inscrutable smile that seems his natural state. 

“I guess I was curious.”

You shuffle forward slowly, surprised that even stooped the way he is, he’s still taller than you. It’s like he’s a human projected on a screen, huge and frightening. 

“You don’t have to be scared of me,” he soothes. “Or what I have to offer.”

Your first instinct is to insist that you’re not scared but you know damn well it’s obvious you are. You give him a weak smile. 

“I don’t know if I believe in any of this,” you mumble. 

“It doesn’t need you to believe in it.” He rises and pulls aside a sheer curtain that leads to a back room glowing with crimson light. “Follow me.”

A street-smart person, the sort of person you’d like to think you are, would tell him to go fuck himself and head for the door. Who knows what he’s got waiting back there? Certainly not you, who couldn’t put up a fight against him under any circumstances, with every dollar to your name slung over your shoulder. He could skin you alive and it’s doubtful no one would ever hear your screams. 

Damian raises his eyebrow a little and steps back to allow you to pass. And you do, entering the room so that your back is to him, so that you wouldn’t even see an attack coming. 

He circles around you, eyes fixed on your body the entire time. You grip the strap of your bag involuntarily. If he’s a charlatan peddling hoodoo, there’s no reason to think he would have a problem with direct theft. 

“I’m not going to steal your money,” he tells you. “I told you, this is on the house.”

He takes a seat at a round table at the center of the room and motions for you to take the chair opposite him. You follow his direction as he picks up a deck of cards, running them thoughtfully through his large but surprisingly graceful hands. 

“Take these,” he says, placing the cards in front of you. “I want you to shuffle them and when you’re done, I want you to cut them into three piles from right to left.”

The cards are awkward in your hands, larger than a playing deck, and you feel clumsy as you move them around, trying desperately not to drop any. 

“How long do I shuffle them for?”

“Until it feels like you should stop.”

You’re tempted to roll your eyes at this but you keep shuffling, pleased as you get the hang of it and then, suddenly, your mind just tells you to stop. It’s like you hear a literal voice and your hands stop moving without you even having to think about it. You lay the deck out in thirds and he nods to show you that you’re doing it right before picking them up. 

He pauses, running his palm over the cards before laying them out in an odd pattern. He stops and starts several times, reacting like he’s reading a book, except that the book is you and you can’t tell if he likes what he sees. 

“So I was right about the accident,” he says quietly, his eyes still studying the strange images in front of him. “That’s a bad injury you’re carrying.”

“It hurts sometimes. It’s not so bad.”

He shakes his head and locks his eyes on yours. “You don’t believe that.”

He runs his fingers over one particular triad of cards, nodding as he does. 

“But you did get some money from it.”

“Insurance,” you croak. 

He shakes his head more emphatically. “No, you’re not telling the truth. This didn’t come from any legal means. You did something bad to get it. Maybe that’s why that bag always feels so heavy.”

“It feels heavy because I have everything that’s mine in it.”

“You live alone like a hermit. You work at a job that pays you under the table, I think. You’re cut off from everyone and everything. And what you have you carry with you everywhere.”

“I told you that last part. And the rest is stuff you could have guessed just from watching me.”

“You think I’ve been watching you?”

You stiffen because the truth is that you’ve been watching him, wondering about him, wanting to speak to him with something like the casual confidence he has speaking to you. 

“Well I have,” he adds with a quick wink. 

You feel your whole body flush and look down to hide the excitement that you know is in your eyes. 

“When I say you’re carrying everything with you, I’m not just talking about a bag of money.”

“Are you trying to psychoanalyze me now? Or question me?”

“Psychoanalysis never gets a person as far as I can get. And I don’t have to question you because everything is right here.” He waves his hand over the table. “I just have to put the pieces together. I told you, it’s a gift.”

You purse your lips and he looks down at the cards again. Occasionally, he’ll draw a new one and place it over top of others. 

“If you’re going to get where you need to go, you have to let go of all this.” He looks at your tense face and clarifies, “And, no, I don’t mean your money. The money doesn’t really mean anything.”

“Spoken like someone who’s never been without it.”

“Fair enough. I’ve always been able to get what I need. But you can’t. No matter how careful you are with that bag of loot, you’re not going anywhere until you confront what’s really weighing you down.”

This time, you do roll your eyes because it’s starting to sound like he’s recruiting you to a cult. 

“Those nightmares are going to continue and they’re going to get worse, you know.”

For the first time, you sit bolt upright and let out a little gasp. 

“The cards aren’t telling me what it is, not yet. Which means it’s pretty dark.”

“So how do I deal with it.”

Damian reaches across the table and takes one of your hands in his, turning it upward so that he can see your palm. You assume he’s reading it but instead he strokes along your fingers and between them, his touch like a moth’s wings. He hisses as he feels you tremble at the stimulation. It’s like he’s opening something up in you, delicately brushing aside the stitches that hold you together. He works his fingers up from your hand, over your wrist, never exerting any greater pressure, exhaling in a long, soft sigh as he trails his fingertips up the inside of your arm, coming to rest in the hollow of your elbow. Lifting his hand away, he stares deep into you, and it’s like he’s pushing and pulling the breath into and out of you with his own, at the same languid pace. 

Placing your arm back on the table, he cuts a glance to the side of the room. Following his gaze, you’re surprised to see a couple of sinks with chairs in front of them, hairdressers’ stations. 

He smiles when he sees your confusion. “The place was a hair salon before I bought it.”

“And you decided to leave those here in case the fortune telling business got slow?”

“Maybe,” he laughs. “Actually, I like them. They help.”

“They help you see the future?”

He turns back to you, his expression dead serious. “They help me help others.”

He stands and takes both your hands, guiding you back to your feet.

“In order for people to overcome their obstacles, they need to cleanse themselves and release what’s inside them, or else they’ll never be able to understand what it is.”

“Is that what you think I need?”

He steps close to you so that you can smell his skin, musky with layers of herbs like the ones he sells, wicked, magical scents that make your skin prickle. He doesn’t speak, but touches your head, running his fingers through your head and over your scalp, pressing slightly on certain points as he strokes all the way down to the base of your neck. He repeats the action and as he does, you swear you can feel the circulation increasing. Your forehead throbs but it’s not like before; it’s like there’s something leaking out of you. 

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Let it out.”

Your head falls back but he cradles it there, his free hand continuing to trace patterns on your skin. At first, it’s like he’s putting you to sleep but then it starts to feel like he’s waking you up, that you’re becoming more alert than you have been in a long time. The scent of him seems to thicken and grow earthier, greener, wetter, but you realize it’s not him at all. It’s the forest and the river and once again you’re cold and alone. Tears leak from your eyes. All you want is the power to say that one word: Help.

And then you’re back in the red-lit room. Damian is standing flush against you, cupping your face in his hands and regarding you with a knowing expression. 

“Come,” he whispers and leads you to one of the hairdressers’ stations. 

He eases your aching body into one of the chairs and adjusts it so that you’re reclined with your head tipped back into the sink. You feel the water on your skin but it’s the strangest sensation, like it’s the exact same temperature, so perfect and comfortable you feel like you could enjoy it forever. 

Damian runs his hands gently through your hair, separating it and working through the tangles with the precision of a surgeon. He moves your head from side to side, manipulating the knots in your neck and smoothing everything up and out into the water. 

Then you feel something thick and balmy, something that smells like rosemary and lavender and sage, things you remember from your grandmother’s garden, lifetimes ago. He works the substance through your hair, into your scalp, the pressure of his touch slightly heavier now, like he’s coaxing something to the surface. 

He rinses you clean and presses your hair into a towel and finally you open your eyes, only to have him run his hand over your face. 

“No, just relax. Let yourself enjoy it.”

In your whole life, you’ve never had a man wash your hair before. But no man has ever made you feel the things you’re feeling now before. So you close your eyes again as he moves away. 

For a few seconds, you don’t know where he’s gone, but then you feel his hands on your thighs, just above your knees, the heat from them radiating upward. You immediately tense but he presses his hands down a little more firmly. 

“Shh,” he murmurs. “Let me help you”

His hands slide up, lifting your shirt so that your stomach is exposed. You flinch again and then you feel his breath against your abdomen, the light touch of his lips trailing over the skin while he wraps his hands around the small of your back and lifts a little. With his tongue, he draws a line from just below your breastbone all the way down to the low-slung waist of your denim shorts, pausing slightly to press a soft kiss on the edge of your navel that makes you shiver. 

He unbuttons your shorts, kissing the hollow between your hips and flicking his tongue over it. You glance down and his eyes are fixed on yours. He stops moving. 

“Put your head back. Let yourself go.”

You want to tell him that you’d like to be an active part of what’s happening but the look in his eyes makes you think that he has something in mind and you want to know what it is. So you let your head rest and close your eyes, focusing only on the feeling of the man between your legs. 

He slides your shorts and panties down in one smooth movement and runs his palms up your thighs. Then he leans in again, his breath hot against your pussy, and even that has you releasing a few needy sounds and lifting your hips, trying to get him to dive in. 

Instead, he lowers his head a little and kisses all along the folds of flesh, exploring them with his lips and tongue, humming in satisfaction when he feels your body react, or when another sound escapes you. He presses his tongue at the very back of your opening and slowly draws it along, all the way up to your swollen clit, which he captures between his lips and sucks gently for a second before releasing it again. 

It’s like the rest of your body isn’t even there and that the only part of you that’s real is your starving core. Every sensation you can feel is coming from his attention and the rest of you is floating in some sort of suspended animation. He rests his hands on your hips, pressing his thumbs into the depressions next to the bone and even that seems to build your excitement. Then he starts to push his tongue inside you, pressing against every nerve at your entrance firmly and with unerring precision. 

As he does this, you feel like part of you has escaped. It’s like you’re standing over your own body, looking down at the still figure of a woman, throat flushed, gasping for air, crying out feebly for something. 

Damian flattens his tongue and works it around your clit again, soft strokes at first, then swirling it in tight circles and then flicking the engorged bead enough to make you feel like you’re about to explode before he returns hungrily to your dripping folds, massaging the fleshy mound just above your clit with those long fingers. 

He rocks back and forth, shifting between your pulsing labia and clit until your whole body is trembling, something you seem able to see from your vantage point hovering overhead. You’re clutching at the arms of the chair, at the edge of the sink, at anything. Your cries are getting shorter and sharper as the tension increases. 

This time, he doesn’t shift positions. He works on you determinedly until your orgasm erupts and as it does, it’s like the whole of your body opens and some sort of energy flows out, something hot and light and wonderful that continues for ages. And it’s not like you haven’t had lots of orgasms but this is something completely different. It’s like your body has melted against this man’s mouth, like the orgasm isn’t going to stop although, finally, it subsides and your body closes itself up again. 

You’re so weak you can’t even move. When he appears next to you, offering a bottle of water, he has to help you sit up before he tilts the bottle so that you can drink from it. 

“Take it easy,” he murmurs, wrapping one massive arm around your shoulders to keep you steady. “You’ll be ok in a couple of minutes.”

Your head hurts but it’s a different pain, softer and more diffused, like something you could forget once you had something else to focus on. Damian, meanwhile, has pulled up a chair and is watching you, arms resting on his knees. And still there’s that coy smile. 

“I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting…” you stutter. “Thank you?”

His smile broadens and he runs his hand lightly down the side of your neck. “I told you, you need to relax a bit so that whatever you’ve got inside there can escape.”

You shudder. “I’m not sure I want it escaping.”

“I’ll tell you again: it’s the only way you can deal with it.”

“Does that mean you want me to tell you all my dark secrets?”

“Maybe I know them already.”

You straighten up, a little of your wits returning to you. “I don’t know if you’re that good at reading minds.”

He stands and helps you up, resting his hands on your shoulders. As you get back on your feet, you notice an impressive erection in his pants. You step so that you’re pressed against him and run your hands up his chest, sighing in appreciation when he cups your head in his hands, gently removing the towel and allowing his fingers to weave themselves in your still damp hair. 

You mirror the gesture, gripping his dark locks and pulling him down into a kiss. You have to stand on your toes even with him lowering his head, but he steadies you with a hand on your back and gladly returns the kiss, grunting a little when you grind your hips against the bulge in his pants. The intensity builds so that it almost feels like he’s fucking you with his tongue again, like he could make you come like this if he really wanted to, even though it’s physically impossible. 

Finally, you pull away, dizzy again, and grip the waistband of his jeans. 

“Why don’t I help you with that?” You pant. 

He shakes his head and it seems so contradictory to what just happened that it takes you a moment to register that he’s saying no. You dive in for another kiss, which he enthusiastically returns, making you bold enough to rub your hand insistently over his bulge. 

He pulls back, shaking his head once again and lifting your hands off him. 

“I don’t do that on a first date,” he tells you. 

“Are you serious?” He can’t be. You can still taste your pussy on his breath.His hard-on is straining against his pants. 

“Yeah I’m serious. I’ll do what I just did for you but for the other… It’s a rule I have.”

“Do you have a rule against me getting on my knees for you?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “actually I do.”

You roll your eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. 

“Some women would think that’s a pretty good arrangement.”

“Well this woman is wondering if she gets a second ‘date.’”

He grins. “You know where to find me sweetheart.”

“Does that mean you want to see me again?”

“I’d love to see you again. But you know that.”

The truth is that you feel like you don’t know anything about this man who seems to know everything about you. He walks you out to the front of the store and bids you goodbye letting his lips trail down your neck and along your collarbone, finishing with a soft, slow kiss to the hollow of your throat. 

“Catch you later,” he whispers. 

The door closes behind you and you make your way down the stairs, once again feeling unsteady. As you reach the sidewalk, the neon sign shuts off. Whatever business he’d planned on doing tonight ended with you. You linger a few moments, hoping that the door will open and he’ll either tell you to come back or walk down to meet you and take you somewhere that he can work more of his witchcraft on you. 

Nothing happens. It stays dark and quiet.

[spencerspecifics]

Hey, can I request something with moreid? maybe their first official date?

Hi! Thanks so much for your request :) Apologies as it took a bit (work and school do b kicking my ass tho.) here is my oneshot drabble of their first date! No TW needed, but this does get very angsty!

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Diner Date

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The diner was a small local joint, the only one open 24/7. That’s how they found themselves there, at 12:42 a.m. After solving their latest case in St.Helens (a small town on the outskirts of Portland), Spencer had mentioned he was hungry- though the rest of the team wasn’t in the mood to go get food, they’d rather pass out in their respective hotel rooms.

Spencer, however, had forgotten to eat lunch that day. So he was starving, and he didn’t care if he had to make the trek to a nearby restaurant alone or not- though he’d rather not. If he could, he would ignore his hunger as a whole and get to his hotel room, too- he was just as tired as everyone else. And he wasn’t a fan of venturing out to get food. It was dark and cold, and he’d rather have someone else’s company, instead of sitting at a table alone. But he wasn’t about to ask- the entire team was exhausted, just like him, Rossi and Dave had made their way up to their rooms first, no time for small talk. J.J. and Prentiss stayed behind to speak for a minute in the hotel lobby, before promptly doing the same.

It was just him and Derek in the lobby of the Best Western after a moment, Spencer didn’t mind. He liked Derek’s company. “You heading up?” Derek asked him, already glancing to the elevators that J.J. and Prentiss had disappeared into moments earlier, as if he wanted to desperately head that way, too.

Spencer shook his head, “No- I’m hungry, I’m gonna go find somewhere to get some food.” “Cool, I’ll come with.” Derek spoke easily, as if he wasn’t one missed step away from passing out right there in front of him. Spencer fidgeted with his messenger bags strap that sat across his shoulder. “You don’t have to come with me, you should get some rest.” He said as he looked to the elevator doors as some sort of signal that it really was okay for Derek to go, he didn’t owe him anything.

Derek shook his head, “No way, man. C’mon, let’s go. It’s way too late to go anywhere alone.”

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That’s how they found themselves in the diner at an ungodly hour of the night. The diner itself was small, reserved, their small neon sign that said ‘open’ flickered on and off at random. The only other people there were the waitress that had seated the two, the cook in the back; and an old man at the counter top bar, sipping away on a mug of coffee.

They had been seated in a simple booth by the front window, giving them a view of the empty street ahead that was illuminated by a few nearby streetlights. Spencer leaned back once he made contact with the booths seat, practically melting into the plastic. It wasn’t comfortable, but he was tired. And the fatigue from the stress of the day had finally caught up with him.

Derek looked fondly at him for only a second, before forcing himself to look down at the laminated menu in front of him. Now wasn’t the time to be so obviously crushing on his friend, though it was painfully obvious how he felt- and it had been for while. Even Hotchner realized something was up after a bit, thankfully he had said nothing besides a series of strong glances occasionally when Derek and Spencer were a bit too close, a bit too friendly. His way of saying “focus on the case, not on him”. And Spencer seemed oblivious as ever. Totally unaware of how infatuated Derek was with him. Derek was grateful, he wouldn’t know what to do if Spencer knew, he would probably hide in shame for the rest of his life- have Garcia delete him from every database ever and have him start over from scratch.

Okay, that’s a tad bit too dramatic for Derek’s taste. But still, he wouldn’t know what to do if Spencer knew. It would rock the foundation of their relationship to the core, for better or for worse, Derek didn’t want to venture to find out. He wanted to keep things the same. He was happy to just be with Spencer whenever, at work in the bullpen, on their shared off time, and right now; at this old small town diner.

“You tired?” Derek asked after a beat of silence, looking up to see Spencer resting his head on one of his arms that he had propped up onto the table, the other was resting on the table completely, fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of his navy blue cardigan.

“Yeah, a little.” Spencer said sleepily, sitting up a bit straighter as the waitress made her way by to take their orders.

The waitress was an older woman, black hair pinned up in a bun with heavy eyeliner rimmed around her eyes and lipstick done in a similar fashion. Her nametag simply read as ‘Sue’.

“What can I get you boys?” She asked them casually, she didn’t seem tired or annoyed with their presence. She almost seemed upbeat, like they had come in during her morning shift instead of the late night hour they had arrived at.

“Coffee, please.” Spencer said, giving her brief eye contact before looking back down at the menu. Sue turned to look at Derek expectantly, “Uh- water for me, thanks.” He said. She just nodded, walking off towards the kitchen to fulfill their simple order.

“Coffee?” Derek asked Spencer once she was out of earshot, “Hm?” Spencer mumbled in response, still scanning the menu. Derek knew that Spencer didn’t need to continue reading by that point, the kid was a speed reading demon. Spencer was just trying to keep himself awake by reading the words on the menu in front of him over and over again.

“You sure it’s a good idea to be drinking coffee at,” Derek stopped to look down at the watch on his wrist, “12:42 in the morning?” Spencer just shrugged as he looked up to make eye contact with Derek, who was as equally tired. “I’ll still be able to sleep.” Derek scoffed lightly, like hell spencer would be able to. It usually took him a while to sleep anyways, as evident by the eye bags that always seemed apparent on the mans face.

“You should take better care of yourself.” Derek said simply, not even realizing the full affect of his words. It was just the main thought in his head that had always stuck with him. Spencer always put other things before him. Whether it be the case they were working on, his coworkers, or even his mom. Spencer needed to learn that he was equally as important as all of the above.

Spencer’s weary eyes snapped back up to Derek’s at an almost record speed, he was surprised. He didn’t expect that coming from Derek, especially not now. Spencer’s mind was tangled in this moment, he was tired, drained, and taken aback by what Derek said. So when he spoke, it wasn’t eloquent, it wasn’t put together. It was one simple word; “Why?”

Derek returned his question with a simple glance of confusion, a look of; ‘are you serious?’ He was about to speak when Sue returned, a cup of water in one hand, and a mug of coffee in the other. She sent them down in front of their respective people before pulling out her notepad to take their orders, “Are ya ready to order?”

“Actually, can we have a minute more?” Derek asked her, before Spencer had a chance to change the topic of conversation to greasy diner food orders. Sue nodded casually, tucking her notepad back away into her apron. “Sure, holler me back when you’re ready.” She sauntered back off, to behind the countertop bar, to attend to the old man who needed a refill on his coffee.

Spencer didn’t say anything, instead turning his attention to look out the window onto the vacant and dark street. He didn’t like how it looked, he didn’t like the dark. But he stayed looking out, because he wasn’t sure what was in store for him if he was to look back to Derek and his soft, concerned gaze.

“You need to take better care of yourself because we need you here, we don’t want you burning out.” Derek told him easily, holding the phrase ‘I need you here’ back in his throat. It wasn’t right to say. “You can find ten other individuals just like me in the academy, who are probably better in lots of ways.” Spencer said in his famous ‘matter of fact’ tone. Derek let that go in one ear and out the other, why was Spencer being like this?

“If they’re not you, they’re not better.” Derek replied easily, Spencer didn’t reply, turning from looking out the window to looking to the mug of coffee in front of him. He grabbed three sugar packets from the nearby container sat at the end of their table, ripping them open one by one and pouring the sugar in methodically.

“What’s going on?” Derek asked, voice quieter than it had been before. Spencer crumpled the empty sugar packet that was still between his fingers.

“It just...” Spencer muttered, before grabbing the spoon that came with his drink to stir. He stayed quiet while he worked on the task. He finished, putting the spoon down slowly, before looking back at Derek, whose gaze was laced with concern.

“It gets tiring. Day in, day out. This job.” Spencer explained simply. It was true, the job took a toll on him, and on everyone on the team. They all had their moments of weakness, of anxiety, of pain, of pure fatigue. Derek understood it all too well.

“Are you thinking of hanging it up?” Derek asked Spencer curiously. Spencer shook his head as he dropped the crumpled packet onto the table, switching it for his drink. He raised his head off his hand finally as he started drinking his coffee.

“No. I can’t. This is all I have.” Spencer said, setting his free hand down on the table, the other one was still laced around the handle of his mug. Derek looked down at the hand resting freely on the table.

What he wouldn’t give to grab it, hold onto it and tell Spencer he had so much more than just the job. He had a family. He had the entire teams adoration and love. He had them. He especially had Derek.

“You know you have more than just the work.” Derek said blankly, he was pointing out the obvious. And he knew Spencer knew that. Spencer sighed, a sign of defeat as he raised his coffee cup back up to his lips. He took a long draw before responding, “I know.. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m in this mood. Sometimes it’s just...”

“Too much?” Derek provided an answer, Spencer nodded. “Yeah, too much. I’m sorry.” He apologized, unsure of what else he could say. Derek just gave him a soft, small smile, before doing what his mind had told him to do, he rested his hand on top of Spencer’s. “It’s okay, pretty boy. You let me know when you feel like this though, please. I want to help.”

Spencer didn’t pull his hand away, he instead just stared down at Derek’s hand that was ontop of his. If Derek didn’t know any better, he would swear that Spencer started blushing. But he shook that thought out of his head as quickly as it came. It’s just the lighting in the diner being weird, it’s the fact Spencer’s head was now angled down; hair falling into his face, blocking his eyes and creating a weird shadow on his cheeks.

That what that was, it wasn’t Spencer blushing. It couldn’t be that.

“Can’t believe this started over me ordering coffee.” Spencer said, his attempt at cracking a joke to change the atmosphere around them. Derek smiled, “Yeah, ‘cause you’re a maniac for ordering coffee this late. I know for a fact you won’t be able to sleep after this.” He said, pulling his hand off of Spencer’s. He didn’t want to, but the moment of softness around them had passed. He couldn’t leave his hand there forever, even if it’s what he wanted most.

“I will be able to-“ Spencer started protesting, Derek shook his head; “Nuh-Uh, no way. You’re gonna end up asleep at 4 in the morning, wake up at 7, and complain on the jet the entire way home.” Spencer opened his mouth, as if to protest again. But shut it almost immediately after, Derek was right.

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll steal your blanket on the way back.” He replied, as if that was the best he could do. “That’s harsh, Reid, real harsh. Whatever will I do without my blanket?” Derek faked a pouting face, Spencer rolled his eyes as he flicked the crumpled up sugar packet at Derek’s general direction on the other side of the booth, missing him by a few inches as it landed by Derek’s side.

“C’mon, let’s order something, I’m hungry.”

~

They ordered, Derek just got toast, he wasn’t that hungry. Spencer, however, ordered a BLT, and when it came to their table; he practically inhaled in within a few minutes.

“You gonna come up for air anytime soon?” Derek joked as he finished off one of his two slices of toast, the blush rose in Spencer’s face again. Derek pretended it wasn’t there.

“ ‘m hungry..” was all he mumbled out in response, before taking another bite that was way too big to fit in any normal humans mouth. Derek watched him fondly, this time not breaking his gaze to look down at the menu. Spencer was gorgeous, in his mind.

It didn’t matter that he was shoving his face into a sandwich, it didn’t matter it was nearing 1 a.m. at a diner in nowhere, population zero. It didn’t matter that they both had bags under their eyes, that they were both sleep deprived; it didn’t matter that Spencer’s hair was ruffed up, or that his clothes were wrinkled and awkwardly framing his small body. Derek couldn’t look away. Everything he could ever want in a person was in front of him, handsome, smart, kind, caring, Spencer.

Derek ignored everything inside of him that was telling him to just say it, instead turning to chuckle at how Spencer looked like a chipmunk, stuffing food in his mouth.

“If you eat too fast, you’ll feel sick.” Derek told him. Spencer shook his head in response, swallowing the food in his mouth before responding, “That only happens if someone has an acid reflux problem.” “You’re gonna get one, at this rate.”

Spencer just rolled his eyes at Derek while he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Derek watched Spencer continue on, he either didn’t notice or didn’t care- he was just focused on his sandwich.

~

They finished their meals, Derek set down a 20 dollar bill and a 10 dollar bill at the table, which covered both of their orders. Spencer looked disappointed, almost upset. He didn’t like when others did things for him, it’s a habit he needed to unlearn.

“I brought you out here, I can pay.” He spoke, reaching for his wallet that sat in his cardigans front pocket. Derek waved him off as they both slowly stood up from the booth, “Not necessary.” Derek so desperately wanted to add on ‘you can pay next time’ but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to push his luck.

This was the farthest he had ever gotten with Spencer, the soft energy they had created within the diner, the hands resting ontop of each other. He couldn’t ruin it, he couldn’t.

~

They made their way back to the hotel, which was in walking distance of the restaurant. It was colder than before, though, and Spencer had forgotten how chilly it could be- the only secondary layer he had covering his body was his thin cardigan. It wasn’t long before he started shivering on their way back.

Derek noticed almost immediately, how Spencer wrapped his arms around himself in a feeble attempt to conserve body heat.

“Here, stop.” Derek stopped them from continuing forward on the sidewalk, raising his hand up as a signal. He wasn’t gonna let Spencer freeze, though this was a pitifully cliche moment. Derek pulled his thick coat off his shoulders, handing it over to Spencer, who shook his head in response; “No, no. You keep that, Derek. I’ll be fine.” “Spencer, we have four more blocks before we get to the hotel, you’re gonna be freezing your ass off by then.”

“I can’t take your jacket-“ “You’re not, I’m giving it to you. Now get it on.” Derek told him, his voice not sounding stern, just intense. He meant what he was saying. Spencer breathed out a puff of air, before finally compromising and taking the jacket from Derek’s hand. He slid the large coat over his thin frame, the jacket was way too big on him.

Derek didn’t care, Spencer looked beautiful to him. In his oversized jacket, it just made Derek’s mind race faster. God, he was absolutely losing it, and over what? His work crush. His hopeless work crush that was too much of an oblivious genius to realize.

“Let’s go,” Derek said, continuing them on forward before he could say something he’d regret. They continued down the sidewalk, illuminated by the small passing streetlights.

~

“Derek?” Spencer asked him curiously once they were inside the hotel, Derek looked over at him, now he could see him in better lighting.

Spencer’s nose and cheeks were flushed red from the cold, Derek’s oversized jacket still wrapped tightly around him, as if it was a light preserver.

“Yeah?” He asked him nonchalantly, as they continued through the lobby and to the elevator.

“Thanks for coming with me. I didn’t wanna go alone.” Spencer admitted sheepishly, looking down at his hands instead of Derek as they walked. They got to the elevator, and Derek reached over, pressing the button that illuminated softly once he had touched it.

They waited for the elevator to reach them in silence.

~

Once they were on the elevator, no words were exchanged. Derek didn’t need to know Spencer’s floor number, as it was the same as his. They were both too tired, for different and same reasons simultaneously.

The elevator whirred, propelling them up to their floor. Then it dinged, alerting them they were there. Derek and Spencer stepped out together into the empty, lit up hallway.

“Here,” Spencer mumbled as he pulled Derek’s jacket off his body, he had to do this now before he forgot all together, or else he’d end up bringing it home with him. Derek took the jacket wordlessly, carrying it in his arms, he didn’t know what he could say.

They started off in separate directions, Derek’s room was down the hall to the right, and Spencer’s was down the hall to the left. They departed slowly, Derek moving at a tiresome pace. His mind was slowly filling up with thoughts, all of Spencer, and all of what transpired this night.

Spencer made his way down his own hall, before stopping all together, turning slowly to watch Derek’s frame slowly continue away.

Spencer had to speak now, or else he’d never get the chance again; “Hey, Derek?” He called out, not too quietly. He grimaced at that, he should be quieter, after all, his coworkers rooms were right in front of him.

Derek turned around, “Yeah?” He asked curiously, walking to approach Spencer.

Spencer decided not to say his next sentence loudly, instead he waited for Derek to reach him. “Can we do this again?” “...Do what?” Derek asked, a bit confused as he neared him- and the last thing he wanted to do was assume, get his hopes up, psych himself out over something seemingly impossible.

“Get food together- I like being with you... I’d like to do it again.” Derek stayed quiet for a moment as his mind processed all Spencer said, “...So, you’re thinking... like a date..?” He asked, just wanting to clarify.

Spencer’s face blushed scarlet, this time lighting and shadows couldn’t be the excuse as to why, he nodded slowly; “Yeah, like a date.”

Derek nodded, “Yes, I’d like that.”

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[kandoesfanfics-writes]

83 but with all the batfam + Mari fluff?

“If you want me, come and get me, motherfuckers.” 

Ah, thank you. A feel good prompt at last!

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Bruce blinked slowly, trying to gauge exactly what emotion he should be feeling at the moment.

Clark was standing behind him in awe and slight terror, waiting to see how the big Bat was going to respond.

Diana looked absolutely delighted by the goings on of Bruce’s children.

The entire hallway was covered in little foam darts with sticky cups attached to the tips. Pink, purple, black, gold, red, blue, green, and grey foam darts painted the normally dull colors of the manor. They were attached to the pictures, the walls, the banisters, basically anything solid.

Throw pillows were tossed in every direction. Blankets were held up haphazardly, as if they were a hastily made shelter. Books were also scattered across the floor, along with some creatively taped together foam darts that looked like…throwing stars? While it didn’t look like anything was broken or damaged, the lack of Alfred greatly concerned Bruce.

He was positive the butler wouldn’t let the children get away with this. Alfred had taken care of this house since he was a boy, and Bruce knew that the children couldn’t overtake Alfred. Each child had their own sense of respect for Alfred, occasionally listening to him instead of Bruce. If Alfred had ordered them to stop, they would have ceased immediately.

Alfred didn’t call Bruce to tell him he was leaving either, so the man knew his ‘father’ had to be inside the house.

“Clark, take the eastside. Diana, you take the west side. I’ll try and see if I can’t locate Alfred. Keep on your toes, the kids have most likely set up traps,” Bruce said quietly.

Both nodded, though Clark seemed more serious than Diana. The Amazon’s blue eyes were sparkling with excitement and mirth as she broke away from the group. Clark was hesitant to leave Bruce, but one glare from the man sent him on his way.

Clark may be virtually indestructible, however, he knew his best friend well. He also knew his best friend’s children well. He knew damn well he was walking into a literal warzone with some of the fastest and most intelligent non-metas to ever take up a cape. He was now a potential target, and he wasn’t dumb enough to underestimate the Bats…especially not on their home turf.

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As it turned out, Clark was very right to worry.

How did he know?

There were now fifteen darts stuck to his head.

The man of steel had been walking down one of the many corridors when he felt something strike the back of his head. He had pulled off a dart, which was grey in color. He tried listening around him to hear if there were any footsteps approaching him, but when he closed his eyes to focus, a barrage of darts came out of nowhere.

He began to run, only to be yanked into a passageway by someone.

That someone swearing fervently once they saw him.

“Motherfucker! The girls’ got Clark, Dick! And he obviously didn’t fuckin’ see Babs because he’s completely unarmed! He’s fuckin’ useless!”

Clark’s eyes widened as he looked to the dark haired man speaking.

“Jason? One, watch your language. Two, what in the name of Ma’s apple pie is going on here?” he demanded, looking at Bruce’s second eldest son.

Jason gave him a grin with teeth, essentially telling the Blue Boy Scout to go fuck himself. Another set of footsteps caused Clark’s attention to snap to the newcomer, who he recognized immediately. Dick was holding a finger to his mouth with an intense glare on his face.

“Shut. Up! Do you want the girls to find us? Or worse?” he hissed lowly.

Clark looked bewildered between the two brothers as they began to make obscene hand gestures towards one another in annoyance. He still had no idea what was going on and was about to go find Bruce until Damian appeared.

“Training exercise,” he whispered. “Girls against boys. To participate, you had to go see Barbara for the comm and dart gun with your specified color. Since you did not, this means that you are not on our team and will be considered a casualty point instead of full points. However, since the girls got you first, that means if we shoot you, we don’t get any points. So you’re safe from at least us.”

Clark felt a headache beginning as he rubbed his right temple. The things these kids thought up when they were bored! Clearly Bruce hadn’t known about this, considering his confusion upon entering the manor. Did Alfred know what the kids were do—

He gasped as another dart hit him. This time the dart hit the back of his neck. He ripped it off to see it was a grey foam dart once again. He held it in his hand, rubbing the back of his neck. Clark wondered which of the girls would have chosen grey—

“Fuck, we’ve gotta move!” a fourth voice came, slightly panicked. “He found us! Abort, abort!”

Who found them?

Who was he?

Clark watched as Tim haphazardly shoved things into a bag, turning it into a makeshift shield. Jason began to swear violently as Damian responded that they couldn’t move from their position. The girls were lying in wait for them just around the corner. If they fled, they’d all be shot. Dick seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, taking cover behind one of the statues in the room. He went to speak until Jason covered his hand.

“I’ll go.”

“Jay—”

“I said, I’ll go. Just get ready to run,” Jason said, alarmingly grim.

Wasn’t this just a game—?

Jason sprinted out of the room, hollering as loudly as he could, “IF YOU WANT ME, COME AND GET ME, MOTHERFUCKERS!”

Clark watched as a spray of darts followed Jason’s path as he attempted to reach cover. Dick, Tim, and Damian darted down the opposite way, leaving Clark behind. The Kryptonian just stood there, confused and still being pelted with little foam darts. It wasn’t until he heard a jubilant voice that he actually began to move.

“Clark! Why aren’t you getting in on the action?” Diana asked him, with her own dart gun in hand.

“Diana? What are you—”

“The girls were a player down and invited me to join their team! I think this will be a brilliant exercise in teamwork, strategy, and stealth!”

Of course Diana would think this was fun.

And of course, Diana also took this opportunity to shoot him with her own red and blue darts.

Clark then wondered if Bruce was getting it just as bad as he was.

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Bruce, while having not been shot yet, was not having much luck either.

He had seen his boys race past him, but the trio hadn’t paused for a second. All three had had foam darts of the pink, purple, black, blue and red, and grey variety sticking to them, some falling off as they ran. Considering the fact that none of his children had stopped their mischief upon seeing him, he figured that either they didn’t see him…or they saw him and did not care.

His daughters, as well as his hopefully future daughter-in-law, also darted past him without a care. The girls were mostly covered in grey darts, but there were some red, blue, gold, and green ones attached to them. Diana was also trailing after the girls, however, she only had grey darts on her body. They paid him no mind, giggling and laughing as they raced past him.

Bruce was now irritated, and he continued to search for Alfred. It appeared the only sane person in this goddamn house would have to restore order. His kids had even roped sweet little Marinette into their tomfoolery, and it was up to Bruce to stop them before they got her hurt. Though, Alfred was probably the only one who could stop them now.

He went to walk back into the foyer, not having found Alfred in the kitchen or living room, when he felt something hit him between the eyes.

The next thing Bruce noticed was that his children had all frozen, staring at him with wide eyes.

Jason looked delighted, a wide grin on his face. Dick and Tim were horrified, mouths agape. Damian was laughing, as was Stephanie. Marinette’s grey eyes were wide, and she’d covered her mouth with her hands. Cass’s shoulders silently shook with mirth, and Diana had a shit eating grin on her face.

Clark had just appeared next to him sighing, a grey dart on his forehead.

“Got you too, huh?” he said with a sigh. “Okay kids, which one of you decided nailing me and Bruce on the forehead would be fun?”

“Oh, it wasn’t one of them,” a sing-song voice came. “By the way, both teams lost.”

This brought forth arguments from the Bat-siblings as Marinette wiggled her way to the front. The dark haired Parisian walked over to the speaker… a red-headed woman in a wheelchair.

“Who won then, Ms. Barbara?” Marinette asked, ever polite.

“Please, Marinette, call me Babs,” Barbara said with a smile. “And our surprise sniper won of course! By taking out both Bruce and Clark, he clenched the final victory.”

Marinette’s grey eyes lit up, and she laughed loudly.

“Congratulations, Alfred! Looks like we’ll be making dinner tonight,” she said with a grin.

Alfred stepped out from behind his hiding spot, smiling at the lot.

“Yes, yes, you will be. I trust Master Dick and you will keep them in line?” he said, handing Barbara his dart gun.

“Oui, Alfred!” Marinette chirped. ���What would you like for dinner?”

“Surprise me, Miss Marinette. I’m sure you’ll pick something wonderful,” he replied.

Bruce watched with wide eyes as Alfred instructed the children to clean up. The kids left without a fuss. Marinette and Dick left the room last, discussing what they would be making for dinner. Alfred walked over to both Bruce and Clark. He snatched both darts off of their foreheads before smiling and saying, “Welcome home, Master Bruce. Master Clark, it’s good to see you. Miss Diana will join you once she’s done helping the children clean up.”

Clark looked down at his best friend before sighing.

The Waynes and company were… certainly something else.

[xfandomwritingsx]

A Diamond Tint - Lee Christmas - Part One

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Description: Learning Christmas is engaged was not part of your evening plans.

Warnings/Labels: None really

Approx. Word Count: 1,800

A/N:  So this is something I've kept hidden away for quite a while. I'm throwing this first part out here to see if there's any interest.

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You hear his motorcycle from a few streets away, the familiar rev bringing a smile to your face. You finish tying your hair back and shimmy into your jeans, leaving your t-shirt untucked. You’d only arrived a few hours earlier, this being your first chance it change into some relaxing clothes for the evening. You’re looking forward to the night, always happy to be back with the guys, just drinking and shooting the shit. There’s not much else that feels straight-up like home.

You wait until you can hear the garage door opening and his motorcycle pulling in before you make your way back to everyone. You pause at the top of the stairs, looking over the railing for him. He’s already pulled his helmet off and swung his leg over his bike, walking to approach the guys.

“I thought I heard Christmas was coming early this year,” you called to him. He looks around for a moment, surprised by the sound of your voice. When his eyes land on you at the top of your stairs, there’s a smile on his face. You start to descend, letting your hand slide along the rail as you keep your eyes on him.

“Darling, every woman knows I never come early.” The innuendo in his voice is clear and brings a wide smile on your face while the rest of the guys holler or whistle in response. They’re no stranger to your flirting. Hell, you’ve been doing it for years. Barney, however, still cringes.

“Hey now,” he scolds. “Still my daughter, yeah?” You roll your eyes at him, but Lee doesn’t even turn to acknowledge he said anything. Barney just takes another drink from his beer with an annoyed look on his face.

“It’s good to see you, Christmas,” you tell him in a more conversational tone. You come up to him and throw your arms around his neck.

“You too, slugger.” He returns your hug and the woodsy smell of his aftershave fills you senses. Another familiar sensation of home. The leather of his jacket is chilled from the ride over, but you can feel the heat of him seep through when the hug lasts a little longer than it should. “What are you doing here?” he asks when you finally break apart. You motion over to Barney as you step away.

“Pops needs my help,” you explain.

“Hold on a minute,” he chimes in, holding up his hand. “Who came to who?” You cock your hip out and smile playfully at your father.

“I brought you a target and told you that you’d need my help if you went after him. And you are. So you need me.” This time it’s his turn to roll your eyes, knowing better than to try to argue with you. He raised one hell of a smart and stubborn ass woman. It has both its benefits and downsides. You turn your attention back to Lee with a tilt of your head. “Ready for a drink?” He gives a nod.

“Always.”

The first part of the night passes easily just like it has every time you remember. You’ve been around these men since you were a teenager and officially got into the business, popping in and out on jobs in your twenties. These nights are a lot of alcohol and a lot of casual bullshitting. Knives get thrown. Trash talk gets spewed. And occasionally there’s some light to heavy flirting between you and Christmas.

You grew up with a crush on him. Everyone knew it because as a typical young girl, you didn’t exactly hide it well. He was always polite about it, never harshly shooting you down, but also never leading you on. And then you weren’t around for a couple of years. You’d gone out on your own, training and doing some solo jobs to prove yourself to your father, who still tried to push you away from this life. When you came back, you came back a different person; matured with some blood on your hands. And suddenly he wasn’t looking at you the same as he did before.

You bonded easily, quickly. Instead of refusing your requests to teach you to throw knives, now he’d offer without prompting. You stayed up late a lot of nights just talking. You gelled together during jobs. You were friends as much as you were family. The flirting just followed naturally with your personalities.

Everyone believes it’s a harmless habit and doesn’t bat an eye at it, except Barney once in a while, but that’s mostly out of obligation. For the most part, they’re right. Nothing’s ever happened between you and you never suspect it will, but for you, at least, there’s still that deep rooted desire for it to come to fruition. There are some nights where you think that just maybe, he does too. Like when you’re alone and he drops the too-kid-like nickname of Slugger in favor of the slightly-inappropriate Babygirl.

Tonight though, the subtle winks across the room and blatant smiles back and forth are interrupted by the mention of Lacy, whom he’s apparently still seeing. You choke down the beer you’d been swallowing and wave a hand to stop the conversation from moving on as you take your propped up foot off the table you’re perched on.

“Hold on! You’re still with that woman?” you ask in disbelief.

“Yeah.” You can hear the slight defensiveness coming out. “So what?”

“God, Christmas! Why?” It’s hard to keep your disgust from your voice and the little smiles at the ground from the rest of the team don’t escape you. “She’s one of those girls that just thinks it’s cool to have a bad boy boyfriend.” You cringe at just the thought of her and take another swig of your beer.

“Fiancé,” he corrects just a hair quieter than before.

“Shit!” Is he kidding? “You’re really going to marry her?” There’s a pit in your stomach now and your disbelieved smile starts to fade, the humor bleeding away.

“That’s the plan,” he confirms. You chew your bottom lip and look away, unsure what else to say. You’re still trying to process the very idea of him marrying that woman if you’re honest. “What’s with the look?” he asks pointedly. “The hell’s your problem?” You take a second and simply shrug.

“Look, you’re family just like the rest of these upstanding gentlemen.” You wave your hand holding your beer out to room. A couple of them chuckle and raise their own drinks to you. “I don’t like when family’s being stupid and you? You’re acting pretty fucking stupid right now.” You hop off the table and chug the rest of your beer, ignoring the way his face scrunches up. “Anyone else need a refill?” The question works to break the tense silence and move the conversation elsewhere.

His eyes still watch you and there’s an uncomfortable tension that replaces the light, friendly feel you normally have. You try to ignore it, but at the end of the night when the music’s died down and you’re gathering glasses and bottles into the kitchen sink, he comes up behind you.

“What’s wrong with Lacy?” You sigh heavily, but don’t turn around to face him. You think about it for a few moments, trying to find the words you want. Once you’ve gathered your thoughts, you spin on your heels and place your hands on the counter now behind you.

“Does she even know you?” you ask softly. You’re trying really hard not to sound aggressive or accusatory, which is hard to do after consuming alcohol.

“Of course she does!” he scoffs and throws his head back. His defensive reaction irritates you.

“Yeah? Does she know your kill rate?” That seems to stop him and the answer is clear on his face. You continue before he can refute you. “She ever see you after a mission gone wrong? Patch you up?” You suspect the answer to that is also no because he’s been known to show up at the door of your apartment regularly to have you help patch him. “She ever see your face after you got the shit beat out of you in Slovakia or did you hide that from her?” His face is stiffening, his jaw starting to grind, but you’re not done. “She know that your left ankle pops all the damn time because you broke it being a show off and jumping off a waterfall in the jungle in your twenties?” You point down to the offending appendage and he tries to resist the urge to roll it. You pause as he soaks in your words and when he doesn’t come back at you, you try again a little softer. “You want a partner in life but she can’t be that when she doesn’t know you. She seriously believes her badass boyfriend-”

“Fiancé,” he corrects and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever. She thinks you just go on exotic trips and punch bad guys.”

“Sometimes I do that.” It’s hard not to laugh at him being a smartass, but you manage.

“Don’t be an idiot,” you tell him, the words half a plea as much as a demand. You don’t want him to make a mistake and you can feel it in your gut that she would be. “Do you know what she does when you’re gone for months at a time?” His face snaps back to the angry, defensive and points a finger at you.

“She’s not cheating on me.” It sounds harsh, demanding, like he’s telling himself, reminding him as much as he is trying to convince you.

“Bullshit,” you spit. “Pops has said it, now I’m gonna say it. It’s in her blood.” Why can’t he see this? All the signs are there in his face and instead he buries his head in the sand and buys a damn diamond ring. “You ever come home early and she ain’t there?” He looks away from you and the look in his eyes answers the question, just like it always does. “Never wondered where she was?” you press gently.

“Ya know,” he breathes heavily before turning his head back to you. “You shouldn’t be such a bitch just because you got a little crush on me.” There’s not nearly as much bite and malice in his tone as there are his words. You throw your head back and scoff at him anyways.

“Do you really want to stop and examine who checks who out when I’m in town?” He tries to hide a smile, but it cracks through and he tilts his head with a shrug, not really having a defense for that. It allows both of you to slip back into a less prickly atmosphere. “Look,” you start again. “I’m not trying to be a bitch.” You reach forward and grab his arm, curling your fingers around his bicep and squeezing gently. “I just care about you and this girl is nothing but trouble.” He rolls his eyes away from you, but doesn’t move away from your grip. “Everyone knows it, I’m just the one saying it.” You can tell the conversation is over when he doesn’t offer a response and doesn’t turn his eyes back to you. So you give his arm a pat and go to leave.

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Hi! Could you please write Shane x Reader where Y/n came back to the camp at quarry with Rick (she helped, the group get out of the city). Rick took her in and started treating her like his right hand, because of her amazing skills in using weapons and intelligence. Shane fell in love with her at the farm, but he started suspecting that Rick is also in love with her. Y/n confronts Shane about it and tells him that she loves him too and she treats Rick as a brother

Yes, thank you fo requesting! Here it is I hope you like it. Sorry it took so long! It deleted the one I had first wrote and then didn’t save the second one, so third times the charm!

Request still open! ☺️

posted: 7/04/20

“She likes Rick not me.” Shane mumbled to himself as he paced outside of his tent.

He liked Y/n. He like really, really liked Y/n. He liked everything about her. Her bravery, her compassion for people, her confidence, her attitude. Everything about her he liked. But he just had that feeling that she liked Rick.

He first met Y/n when she helped the group get out of the city when they were caught up in the horde of walkers. He noticed she had a few bumps and scrapes on her. But she didn’t seem to mind. It was as if she was used to it.

When she first came to the camp she didn’t stay too close to everyone else. She had her tent farthest from the rest of the group. She always had sometype of weapon on her person. She had a sharp hunting knife in her Carolina boots. She had a .45 pistol on her hip most of the time and she had a rifle and a crossbow with homemade bolts.

She was a jack of all trade, really. She seemed like she could handle herself. She would hunt for herself and always bring something back for the group. She would go on random runs grabbing something for the kids. Weather it be a Comic book or a toy. She always made sure to bring something back.

She would occasionally ask people if they needed something and she would search for it. She was a selfless person really. She was a bit introverted, she didn’t like big crowds. So when everyone was gathered together she would stand far off from the rest of them.

Shane noticed how Rick relied on Y/n. He would give her orders like an older sibling to the younger. But Shane didn’t see the two of them being just “friends.” He thought they had to be more than friends. Just by the way the two acted. Boy, he was far off.

Y/n just got back from a run when she stopped in front of Dales camper. She had a bag full of supplies she had found in her run.

A transformer she found in a abandon house. Along with a Superman comic book and a new pair of shoes.

She walked onto the Greene’s farm house knocking at the door. She waited for a reply. Not wanting to barge into the house.

Mrs. Greene opened the door for Y/n welcoming her into the house.

“Seems like someone ‘round here does have some manners.” She teased with a smile.

“I came in to check in the boy, Carl. I brought him a few things. Is he any better?” Y/n asked as she followed the older lady to the bedroom Carl was in.

“He’s awake now, but he still needs to heal.” She answered giving Y/n a soft smile.

“Is he your son?” The woman asked, she truly thought Y/n might’ve been Carl’s mom.

“Oh, no. I’m not related. He’s like a nephew to me.” Y/n explained making the woman nod.

“Here he is.” She said pointing to the boy who laid in the room all by himself.

“Thank you.”

The older woman nodded leaving Y/n with Carl.

“Hey, Superman.” She said, walkinb into the room with a big smile in her face.

“Hi.” Carl said shortly not paying much attention to her.

“What’s wrong?” Y/n asked as she sat beside the boy on the bloody stained bed.

“Nothing besides getting shot and not being able to do anything for a while.” He huffed while he looked at Y/n.

“Well, I brought you something. It might cheer you up.” Y/n spoke pulling the bag up from the spot she had it on the hardwooden floor.

“What is it?” Carl asks while taking the bag from Y/n.

She carefully helped him sit up without him hurting letting him open the bag.

“It’s a transformer. It looks like a car, but it unfolds into a robot type thing. It used to be in when I was a kid.”

He smiled when he noticed what else was in the bag.

“A Superman comic book and a new pair of shoes.” He said with bright smile.

Too caught up with the new things, he forgot to say thank you.

She had seen someone out of the corner of her eye at the door. She figured it was either Lori, Shane or Rick. But she was talking to Carl so she don’t turn to oook at them.

“What do you say?” Rick asks as he and Shane walk into the room to check on the young Grimes.

“Thank you.” He said with a smile. Y/n nodded, telling him your welcome.

“I’m gonna go. Give you two time to talk.” Y/n said leaving both Rick and Carl together.

Shane follows the y/e/c eyed girl out of the room and out of the farm house.

“How was the run?” He tried to make conversation. He and Y/n would talk a few times. But usually it was because they were getting orders from Rick.

“It was good. Not too many walkers around here. Any I found I killed. I made sure none followed me.” She explained with a soft smile as she looked up at the police officer.

“I Um. I wanted to talk to you about something. And I’ve been meaning to do it for a while now.” Shane started as the two of them started walking farther away from the rest of the group for privacy.

“I like you, Y/n. I don’t like you actually. I’m in love with you. I have been ever since you saved Carl from the walkers down at the highway and at the quarry. And I know you love Rick.” He continued his ramble but Y/n was trying not to laugh and gag at his assumption of her loving Rick.

“Shane, I don’t love Rick. I mean, I do. But now how your thinking. Ricks my brother. Well, he ain’t my blood brother. But you understand what I mea.” She giggles.

Man it made his knees weak.

“I love you. I have for a while I have just been too much of a sissy to tell you how I feel.” Shane had never felt anything so exciting.

But just a second later Your warm lips were landed on his. The two of you sharing a passionate kiss.

“It’s about damn time!” He heard a voice holler from across the field. He seen the group the two called a family hooting and a hollering. They were all happy to see the two finally together.

“He’s right.” Y/n said looking into Shane’s brown eyes.

“It is about damn time.” She spike making him laugh.

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Sunshine After Rain-- Connor (RK800) x Reader (Part 4)

Summary; After the death of your little brother, Cole, your dad hated androids. He blamed them for Cole's death. Hank couldn't stand to be around them. How the hell are you supposed to tell him that your soulmate is an android?

Warnings; swearing, shitty writing that has not been edited at all

Word Count; 2.9k

Notes; I’ll post the last part tomorrow morning!! Then I’ll move on to original fics lol

You sat on the bench and covered your face with your hands. That was not at all how you wanted it to go. You wanted to sit Hank down and discuss it with him— mainly when he was sober. Connor sat next to you. You let your hands fall into your lap and stared straight ahead. You could tell he was staring at you. "You seem troubled." You let out a sardonic laugh.

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." You turned to face him and realized that he was actually concerned. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm just... a bit stressed is all," you sighed. Connor nodded.

"I understand. I suppose I have been experiencing a sense of stress as well. I was designed to hunt down deviants. I'm supposed to be a machine, nothing more. Then I met you, and I've begun to doubt everything." You each looked into each other's eyes for a moment. You broke eye contact and looked at his hands, carefully taking one into your own. You turned to look at the city lights. This time, you saw just how beautiful they really were in their full color. You pulled away from him to stand, quietly walking away. Connor didn't move. He was too deep in thought... which made him the perfect target.

You knelt down and scooped up a small pile of snow, forming it into a sphere. A wicked smile crossed your face as you stood once more. You narrowed your eyes, focusing on the sitting duck before you. You were more aiming for his back, but the place it hit was even better. The snowball hit the back of Connor's head with a soft thump. The android quickly leapt to his feet. His LED was flashing. You laughed, scooping up another snowball. He seemed confused. "(y/n), what exactly are you doing?" You threw the snowball at him. Since he was anticipating it, Connor easily dodged the projectile.

"It's a snowball fight. You throw snow at each other until someone gives up. We used to have giant wars all the time when we were kids." While you knelt down to make a couple more snowballs, Connor grinned mischievously.

"Are you sure you want to have a snowball fight with me, (y/n)?"

"Of course, I wouldn't have started one otherwise," you scoffed. Next thing you knew, you were being pelted by perfectly round balls of snow. You squealed as some of the snow made its way down your back. You ran behind a tree for cover. You somehow managed to hit him a few times, but you were pretty sure it was because he was going easy on you.

About ten minutes into the battle, you tried to dodge one and ended up getting yourself hit in the head. Sure, it hurt, considering your mishap earlier, but you dramatized it. You fell to your knees and held your head, hissing a couple swears. You heard Connors footsteps rapidly approaching. He knelt down beside you, placing a hand on your back. "(y/n), are you-" He was interrupted by you shoveling snow in his face with a maniacal laugh. Connor did not look amused.

"I'm sorry, Connor. I just couldn't help myself," you explained in between laughs. Connor noticed you had started shivering and suggested that you head back. He helped you to your feet. The two of you started walking back to Hank's car, occasionally bumping shoulders along the way. As soon as you got the engine started, you cranked the heat all the way up and held your hands over the air vents.

"Should we attempt to track down Hank?" You shook your head.

"No, he's probably too drunk to reason with at this point. I'm probably just gonna head back to my place. He's a big boy now. He knows how to walk home. I'll just pick him up in the morning." You paused, turning in the seat in order to fully face Connor. "I know you don't sleep, so where do you go at night?"

"I usually stay at the precinct in the designated area for androids on standby." You wrinkled your nose.

"That sounds boring. You're more than welcome to hang out at my place if you want. It's not very big, but I have plenty of things to read. You can watch TV too if you want, or… I don't know," you rambled, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Connor grinned.

"I would like that. Thank you, (y/n)." You smiled back at him, driving toward your apartment complex.

You groaned as your alarm started screaming at you to wake up. Your head was killing you, and you wanted nothing more than to chuck the contraption out the window. You reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of painkillers. You swallowed two of the pills and returned the bottle to its place. As you sat up, a certain scent hit your nose that caused you to shuffle into the kitchen at a slightly faster pace than usual. Your eyes widened at the sight. A smile grew across your face. "Connor, you cooked breakfast?" The android held out a plate of pancakes alongside various fruits.

"I wanted to thank you for allowing me into your home last night, and, as the expression goes, breakfast is the most important meal of the day." He smiled at you. If he were any more adorable than at this very moment, you would have surely imploded. You gently took the plate from his hands, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you sat on the couch. After you finished eating, you quickly got ready for work. You still had to pick up Hank, and there was no doubt in your mind that he would be hungover and a pain in the ass to get up.

You parked his old car in front of his house. You and Connor used your spare set of keys to get into the house. "Dad! Wake up, it's time to get ready for work!" you hollered as the two of you entered the home. You walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bin full of dog food from one of the cabinets. Sumo padded into the kitchen and wagged his tail at the sight of you filling his food bowl.

"Hello, Lieutenant." You poked your head around the corner when you heard Connor greet Hank. Much to your surprise, he was dressed and ready to go. You opened your mouth to comment on it, but Hank raised a hand to stop you.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but the last thing I need is another document in my disciplinary file just for being late." You tossed him the car keys. He stuffed them in his pocket. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go."

Not long after entering the precinct, Hank and Connor were pulled aside to be given a new case. You sat at your desk and laid your head down for a moment. Your head was still throbbing, and the last thing you wanted to do was paperwork. You skipped out on doing any yesterday since you tagged along with Hank. Now the mass of papers on your desk resembled a mountain.

After what seemed like an eternity of doing paperwork, you felt like you were doing insane. You could've sworn that you were starting to smell sounds. Enough is enough. You stood from your desk and sauntered into the break room. As you walked through the bullpen, you heard Gavin mention to someone that he needed some coffee. You smiled and fixed your own cup. You quickly swapped the tops of the salt and sugar shakers. When you saw Gavin enter the small room, you snatched a donut from one of the many boxes littering the counter. He gave you a curt nod as he fixed himself some coffee. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing when he dumped what he assumed was sugar into the dark liquid. He took a sip of the coffee and grimaced down at the mug. You burst out laughing. Gavin narrowed his eyes at you as he realized you had sabotaged his drink, but he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of it. Maintaining eye contact, Gavin lifted the drink back up to his lips and drank every last drop of the salty liquid. You gaped at him, shocked that he actually drank it. He set the cup on the counter and gave you the middle finger. "Try again next time, (y/n)." Gavin turned on his heel and left you dumbfounded.

You continued to eat the donut in your hand while nursing your coffee. You saw Hank and Connor walk in. Hank went straight to his desk, while Connor roamed around. He looked like he was looking for something. He turned towards the break room and caught sight of you. You had finished your snack and was throwing away the trash. Without warning, a pair of arms wrapped around you and a head rested on your shoulder. Colors began to fill in the objects around you. You furrowed your brows, wondering what brought on this sudden burst of affection from the android. You turned to face him. He kept his hands on your arms while you cupped his face with your own. Something was seriously bothering him. "What's wrong?" Connor drew in a shaky breath.

"We were on the roof of Stratford Tower. A damaged deviant was left behind, and I tried to probe its memory. Then... then it self-destructed. Right after it shot itself, I felt it die." His grip on your arms slightly tightened. "It felt like I was dying. I was... I was scared, (y/n)." You gently rubbed your thumb against his cheek. He leaned into your touch. There was no doubt that he was terrified. You could see it written all over his face. You pulled him into an embrace, which he gladly accepted. He was still fighting an internal battle, trying to decide whether he was a living being or not. He needed comfort, which is something he saw in you. For the rest of the afternoon, Connor didn't stray far from your side. He almost reminded you of a lost puppy.

The next morning, you walked out of the kennel that was located in the back of the precinct, only to run into a familiar face. You smiled up at the android. "G'morning," you greeted.

"Good morning, (y/n). Hank and I will be going to Elijah Kamski's residence in five minutes. Would you like to accompany us on this case?" You softly laughed at how formal Connor was. He watched your reaction curiously.

"Yeah, I feel like he'd be an interesting person to meet." Connor grinned at your response. The two of you tracked down Hank and followed him to his old, beat up car. You and Hank had yet discussed the whole soulmate situation. In fact, you both had kind of been avoiding it. He was too stubborn to bring it up first, and you just weren't sure how to approach the subject seeing as how he reacted last time. Despite this, the car ride wasn't too terrible, other than Hank forcing you and Connor to listen to heavy metal nonstop. As he parked near the front of Kamski's place, Hank got a phone call from one of your fellow officers-- Chris. Turns out, he was attacked by a group of deviants but ended up being saved by Markus, the leader of the deviant rebellion.

The three of you hopped out of the car. You wrapped your coat tighter around yourself as the cold air and snow hit your face. As you all walked up to the front door, Connor asked why Hank wanted to meet Kamski. "This guy created the first android to pass the Turing test, and he's the founder of CyberLife. If anybody can tell us about deviants, it's him," Hank answered as if it was obvious. He rang the doorbell, and you three waited several minutes for someone to answer.

"This guy better answer soon or we're gonna turn into popsicles." Hank rolled his eyes at you. You all perked up when the door swung open, revealing a blonde android.

"Hi, uh, I'm Lieutenant Hank Anderson from the Detroit Police Department. We're here to see, er, Mr. Elijah Kamski," he stuttered out. You gave him an odd look.

"Please, come in." She smiled sweetly and motioned you all inside.

"Very smooth, dad," you said in a hushed tone.

"Shut up, (y/n)." You followed the android lady inside. She told the three of you to make yourselves comfortable while she let Kamski know you all had arrived. Hank sat down in a nearby chair. You stared at the giant portrait of Kamski that was in front of you.

"Very humble man, wouldn't you agree?" You turned to Connor, sarcasm dripping from your words. He hummed, nodding.

"Yes, you can hardly tell he's a billionaire," Connor answered just as sarcastically. You beamed.

"Nice, you're finally starting to understand slang and sarcasm." Connor looked slightly proud, taking in your statement as a compliment. You took a seat across from Hank as Connor continued to analyze the threshold. Hank made a couple comments about Connor meeting his creator but otherwise stayed pretty quiet. You all looked up when Kamski's android returned.

"Elijah will see you now," she announced before leading the three of you into another room, which contained an indoor pool. You noticed that he had a couple more androids, all the same model. You all awkwardly stood off to the side, waiting for Kamski to finish his laps around the pool. As he climbed out of the water, one of his many androids wrapped a robe around him.

"I'm Lieutenant Hank Anderson, this is Detective (y/n), and Connor," Hank introduced you all.

"What can I do for you, officers?" Hank informed Kamski that they were investigating deviants and that any information he had would be useful to them. He remained silent, thinking.

"Holy shit, he looked so much like Gavin," you muttered under your breath. Kamski hummed.

"Yes, my half-brother works in the same department as you two. Now, deviants... Fascinating, aren't they? Perfect beings with infinite intelligence, and now they have free will." He went on to talk about how androids are better than humans, spouting a bunch of philosophical junk you didn't bother to follow. Hank asked Kamski to tell him something useful or you would all be on your way. Instead of addressing the topic at hand, Kamski approached Connor. "How about you, Connor? What do you really want?"

"I fail to see how that matters with what we are currently trying to discuss." Kamski said nothing for a moment, staring Connor down. He then called over one of his androids, Chloe. He explained that the Turing test is merely a formality. What interested him is whether machines are capable of empathy or not. He opened a drawer and pulled out a gun. Chloe sat on her knees. He handed the weapon to Connor.

"Destroy this machine, and I'll tell you all I know. Or spare it, if you feel it's alive, but you'll leave here without having learnt anything from me." Connor held the gun as his LED flashed wildly. Hank tried to get Connor to put the gun down, but Kamski kept egging him on. "Decide who you are. An obedient machine or a living being endowed with free will? Pull the trigger, and I'll tell you all that you want to know."

"Connor." The RK800 turned his head to look at you. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it, thinking of the right words to say. "You already know the answer to who you are. I've seen it over the past few days. You don't have to be scared." Kamski's eyes flickered between the two of you. Connor lowered the gun, keeping his eyes trained on you.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY.

"Fascinating..." Kamski breathed. "CyberLife's last chance to save humanity is itself a deviant."

"I'm..." Connor trailed off, looking troubled. Kamski started talking philosophically again, and Hank grumbled about how you all should just get out of there. An idea popped into your head.

"I could tell you just how alive androids are in exchange for a piece of information." Kamski turned towards you, intrigue filling his eyes.

"Go on." You took Connor's hand into your own. The android visibly calmed. You gave him a reassuring smile before looking at Kamski once more.

"Androids have more in common with humans than you realize. They have soulmates too." Kamski's eyes widened as he stepped closer to the two of you.

"It's not possible."

"As much as I doubted it too, they're telling the truth." You looked over at Hank. He nodded at you, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Kamski stepped back, turning to look out of the large window. He was quiet for a moment but eventually held his end of the bargain.

"I always install an emergency exit in all of my programs. You never know..." he trailed off with a shrug. The three of you looked at each other, confusion written all over your features. When Kamski said nothing else, you all took that as your cue to leave.

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You Were Never Mine

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Pairing: Denki Kaminari x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.7k+

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Denki has been in love with you for eleven years. That’s a long time to be in love with someone who doesn’t love you back

Warnings: some language, angst, fluff (FLASHBACKS ARE IN ITALICS)

Author’s Note: This was originally going to be so so much longer, but I’m not gonna lie, I got really bored with it, but who knows? maybe I’ll finish it eventually who knows? Also, i’m kind of really mad at how this ended but whatever i hope ya’ll enjoy

Denki was used to feeling like someone was sitting on his chest, like there was a weight sitting on his lungs whenever you walked into the room. After all, he had been feeling this way about you for a very long time. Denki had been in love with you since your second year at U.A., and to this day, he was still head-over-heels for you. You two had grown up together, you had been best friends since you were both little five year olds. You were his rock, his best friend in the whole universe. 

He remembered how his heart would race whenever you walked in the room, your smile so bright it made his head spin. You always made him feel so amazing, it was like there was a hole in his life that only you could fill. But by the time he realized he had fallen for you, it was too late. 

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When Denki woke up that April morning, he only had one thing on his mind. You. Well, you occupied his thoughts most days, but today was special. He hurried through his morning routine, throwing on his uniform and hurrying down to breakfast, practically scarfing his food down he was so excited. 

After he finished eating, he shouldered his bag and booked it towards the door. Denki hurried down the stairs of Heights Alliance, his heart buzzing. Today was the day. He was finally going to tell you how he felt. He could practically feel the electricity buzzing all over his body, not from his quirk, but from the pure adrenaline. 

Denki sprinted to the building, not even bothering to stop and mess with Bakugou that morning, and he didn’t even stop to fist bump Sero like he usually did. He just kept running, a shit-eating grin coloring his face. He couldn’t wait to see you, to throw his arms around you and tell you what he felt. He loved you, and all he wanted was for you to know. 

He saw you when he turned the corner, and his heart dropped to his feet when he saw who you were with. 

Kirishima’s arm was wrapped around your shoulder, and you were laughing, your cheeks flushed a bright pink as he leaned down and kissed you. Denki felt sick, his happiness slowly dissipating and settling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t blame Kirishima for asking you out, you were beautiful, smart, and sweet, what more could anyone want? You were perfect. 

It wasn’t like he could be mad at Kirishima either. Denki hadn’t told anyone how he felt about you, because he wanted you to be the first to know. But now, he was wishing he had said something a lot sooner as you turned around to look at him, your eyes bright with happiness, and he felt a fist squeeze around his heart as you started back towards him, his best friend’s fingers intertwined with yours. Denki forced a smile onto his face, even though he knew you would be able to see through it. 

“Hey, what’s up Y/N?” Denki asked, trying and failing to keep his voice normal, and he cringed when his voice wobbled, earning a raised eyebrow from you.

“Nothing much….. Except Eijirou asked me out yesterday!” you said excitedly, and every word cut at his heart like tiny daggers. He wanted to scream, but you looked so damn happy, and he kept his mouth shut, trying to will himself to calmly answer you.

“That’s awesome!” he lied, faking a smile. “I’m so happy for you!” Your face lit up like a Christmas tree, shining so bright he thought he would go blind. In that moment, Denki knew that he would swallow his feelings for the rest of his life just to see you that happy, he would do anything to keep that perfect smile on your face. He would do anything to make you happy. 

And as he watched you walk towards Mina behind him, hand in hand with Kirishima, he knew he’d never be able to get over you. He was in too deep.

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“Hey bro,” Kirishima called from behind Denki, “Hold up!”

Denki turned around to his best friend, standing there in his hero gear, grinning at him as he made his way over. 

“Hey man, what’s up?” he asked, grinning back at his friend as Kirishima clapped a hand on his shoulder. 

“Well, Y/N and I were wondering if you would come over for dinner? It’s been a while, and we both miss you. And, well, Maeko has definitely been missing you the most.” Kirishima laughed, and Denki joined in, thinking of the little girl, how her eyes always lit up when she saw her ‘Uncle Denki’. He tried to steer clear of the thoughts of you, but that was inevitable. You were his best friend, and married to his other best friend, with a daughter (who just happened to be Denki’s goddaughter). Denki eyed the ring on his friend’s hand, trying to swallow the jealousy in his heart.

“Yeah, of course I’ll come over for dinner man, I couldn’t leave little Maeko hanging!” Denki grinned at Kirishima, who gave him a shark-toothed grin in return.

“Okay, well is six-thirty okay?”

“Yeah, dude I’ll be there,” Denki assured him, and they parted after a quick bro hug. Denki started towards his apartment, it wasn’t too far from the Ground Zero agency, where he had been working since Bakugou started it, along with Kiri and Hanta. The four of them had stuck together after school and worked together (even though Bakugou would never admit that they had all done it together) to build the agency, staying up late for weeks, annoying the crap out of Y/N and Bakugou’s wife Fumiko. It was kind of hilarious, the two of them getting browbeaten by their wives while Hanta and Denki watched, losing their shit. 

For a while, he and Hanta had bonded over the fact that they were single together, until up to about a year ago, when Hanta met a cute girl in a bar and hit it off with her, therefore leaving Denki to be the only single left in their friend group. But Denki couldn’t bring himself to move on from you, even though he knew he should, and everyone around him was moving forwards in their lives, getting married, buying houses, having kids, but he was stuck. He just couldn’t get over you. Hanta, the only person who knew about his love for his best friend, thanks to one drunk night where he spilled a bunch of shit he’d been keeping in, had been trying to get him to get over you for years. Especially after he met Mayumi, and she moved in with them.

Denki unlocked the apartment door, and was met with laughter, and the smell of takeout.

“Hey man!” Hanta called from the living room, peeking his head around the corner, his signature grin lighting up his face. “Me and Mayumi are eating, there’s some on the counter if you want it!” 

“Thanks bro, but Eijirou asked me to come over for dinner, so I’m gonna change and head over there,” Denki said, smiling over at his friend. 

“You sure you don’t want to eat anything?” Mayumi said, coming out of the living room and heading to the kitchen, her dress swishing around her knees as she walked. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. They’ll probably have something edible, even though neither of them can cook.” All three of them laughed, and Denki made his way over to his bedroom, taking off his headset and opening the door, shedding off pieces of his costume and changing into some jeans and a t-shirt, before flopping down on his bed. He stared at the ceiling, mentally preparing himself to see you. He did his best to avoid the happy couple, but it had gotten harder after Maeko had been born, and he fell in love with the little sweet baby girl. Since then, he had spent quite a bit of time at your house, hanging out with Maeko, and having conversations with you in the kitchen when she (occasionally) napped. It was nice to be with you, when he could pretend you were his wife, that Maeko was his daughter, even if he knew it was sad, pathetic.

Ugh, he thought, rolling over and staring at the time on his phone. I better get going if I’m going to get there by six-thirty. Denki rolled out of the bed, making his way to the front of the apartment, waving at Hanta and Mayumi, who were now cuddled up on the couch, their limbs intertwined. 

“See you later Denki!” Mayumi called, and Hanta waved. 

“We’ll leave the door unlocked for you man,” Hanta yelled.

“Okay, see you guys in a little bit! Don’t do anything nasty on my couch!” Denki hollered over his shoulder, grinning back at them. 

“Well, now we’re going to, thanks for the suggestion!” Hanta laughed, and Denki heard Mayumi protest, flustered, and he could practically see her, covering her bright red face with her hands. He grinned, and closed the door, stepping out into the cool evening air, letting the breeze wash over him as he breathed in the smells of the city. He hailed a taxi on the curb, and headed for the Kirishima residence, watching the world pass by out the window. 

“We’re here bud,” the cabi said, turning around to smile at Denki, who passed him a handful of yen, smiling back and thanking the cabi for driving him there. Denki climbed out of the car, brushed off his pants, and headed towards the door. He takes a deep breath, and tries to calm his heart, which was racing at the thought of seeing you. He rang the doorbell, and he could hear little feet running across the floorboards, yelling excitedly. Denki smiled as the door creaked open, revealing little Maeko, grinning widely at him. 

“Uncle Denki!” she screeched, jumping into his arms, and he caught her and spun her around, earning a bubbly laugh from the girl, her black hair flying around her. She threw her arms around his neck, and squeezed tight. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Little Rockstar,” he mumbled, holding her close.

❀❀❀❀❀

The day Maeko was born Denki cried. 

“Do you want to hold her?” you had asked, looking exhausted. Denki nodded, his smile so wide, and Kirishima handed the little pink bundle over. Denki settled her head into the crook of his arm, and stared at the tiny baby in wonder. He must have sat like that with her for an hour, just holding her, watching her face twitch as she dreamed, her little eyebrows furrowing every so often. Even though he wasn’t her father, he wasn’t even her biological uncle, something inside him knew he would do anything for this little girl. He would be the best damn uncle anyone had ever had, that was for sure. 

“What’s her name?” Denki asked, watching the little baby move, barely sparing the two of you a glance, entranced by the little girl in his arms. 

“Maeko,” Kirishima said, his eyes welled up with tears at the sight of his best friend and his daughter. 

“It was my grandmother’s name,” you said quietly, reaching over to hold your husband’s hand as the two of you watched Denki smiling down at the baby.

“Maeko,” Denki breathed, smiling warmly at her, his eyes slowly welling up with tears. He had never been so happy in his life, and now here he was, already so in love with a child that wasn’t even his. Maeko stirred, and opened her eyes slowly, peering up at him. Denki froze when he saw the color of her eyes. Those were your eyes, captured perfectly on this little baby’s face. Maeko stared at him, and even though he knew she couldn’t see him (he had spent a lot of time with you in your house pouring over baby books), he couldn’t help but smile so wide at her, pulling her close and kissing the tip of her nose. 

Maeko looked startled for a moment, but scooched into the warmth of Denki’s chest, and nothing could stop the tears in his eyes from falling. 

In that moment, he promised himself that he would always, always be there for this little baby girl, no matter what.

❀❀❀❀❀

“I’m not little! I’m four now! I’m almost a grown-up!” she protests, and he laughs, and carries her inside as she babbles about what had happened in the time they hadn’t seen each other.

“Denki!” your head popped out from the kitchen, your face lit up in a smile. “How’ve you been?” 

“I’m good, you?” he answered, setting Maeko down and pulling you into a hug. 

“Pretty good, we missed you,” you said, hugging him tight, as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo and the smell of dinner wafting in from the kitchen. 

“Missed you too,” he smiles down at you as you pull away, and Kirishima comes out of the kitchen, wearing an apron that said ‘Kiss the Cook’, that was covered in splatters (most likely from the disaster of a meal that you two were attempting to cook up). 

“Hey man, Maeko has been bouncing around since I told her you were coming,” he laughed, grinning over at Denki. 

“Hey bro, long time no see,” Denki jokes, and Maeko pulls on his sleeve, motioning for him to bend down. He bends down next to her, and she leans to whisper in his ear. 

“Momma and Daddy are trying to make katsudon, but it looks bad. They almost blew up our kitchen!” she giggles, and he laughs quietly along with her, her parents watching them with smiles on their faces. 

“Sometimes, I swear I think she likes him more than us!” you say to your husband, laughing lightly. 

“No kidding, that girl gets more excited to see him than she does to see us when we get home from work!” Kirishima laughed along with you, and Denki looked up at them, laughing together, and felt a pang in his chest. He shook it off, turning back to Maeko and smiling at her, and she grinned back, her eyes shining. He winked, and stood up. 

“Anywho, Maeko tells me that we’re having katsudon?” he asks, hoping that he can be spared from his friends’ cooking. 

“Well….” you start, grimacing. 

“I fucked up the rice,” Kirishima states, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smacked his arm, giving him a look. “Language, Eiji.”

“I messed up the rice,” Kirishima amended, and looked back at you, smiling. “Better?”

“Yes,” you said, and turned back to Denki. “And I messed up the pork, soo……” 

“We ordered takeout!” Kirishima grins, and Maeko cheers before running around in a circle, bouncing up and down.

“Well, okay then!” Denki laughs, and watches Maeko bounce around, a smile on his face. 

The three of them made their way into the kitchen, Maeko bounding off to her room to grab her doll to show Denki (for the millionth time this month).

“So, Denki, how’s the love life?” you prompted, wiggling your eyebrows at him, your eyes playful.

“You know, nonexistent,” he said nonchalantly, grinning at the happy couple, who were standing by the stove (and the ruined katsudon), with Kirishima’s arm around your shoulder, and your’s around his waist. Another dull pang hit him, but he ignored it, something he had gotten so much better at after being around the two of you so much. 

You frowned at him, and smacked his arm lightly, giving him a look. “You really should meet someone, Denki. You deserve to be happy,” you say, your eyes softening as she smiled up at him. Denki shrugged and smiled back, trying to calm the racing of his heart beat. 

“Momma! The food’s here!” Maeko yells, running into the room, bouncing around. It was a wonder this child didn’t run out of energy. Denki laughed, and went to help Kirishima grab the food, as Maeko ran into your arms, and you carried her to the table, laughing. 

Denki watched the happy family walk towards the table, setting up the food and breaking apart chopsticks, laughing as Maeko put them in her mouth like tusks. Another pang went through his chest, like an arrow through his heart, and the want, the need to be with you, to be a part of your family, physically hurts him, and for a moment he can’t breathe. He remembers all those years ago when he really realized he loved you, the day he knew that he would never be able to love anyone else.

❀❀❀❀❀

“Denki, are you listening?” you asked, waving your hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention. 

“Huh?” he said, looking over at your laughing face, your smile bright. You two were sitting on his balcony after curfew, having your weekly late night get together. This had been your and Denki’s tradition since you were little and were neighbors, and would look out your windows at each other and talk until late in the night about your days. 

“I swear, Kami, sometimes it’s like you’re in your own world,” you laughed, and leaned your head against his shoulder. “I asked you if you were alright.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he questioned, trying to keep you from seeing what he was feeling by goofing around, his most effective method of distraction. Unfortunately, you saw right through it, as always.

“Denki, you know I’m here for you right? You’re my best friend, and you’re always there for me no matter what happens, so why do you doubt that I won’t be there for you?”

“I swear I’m fine, Y/N, you don’t have to worry,” he said, by flashing a smile at you that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Your eyes were full of sadness, and he hated that he was the one causing it. “I’m okay.”

“But I know you’re not. Denki, you do remember that I love you right? We’ve known each other since we were five years old, and you’ve always stuck by me. And you have been so sad lately, and I just want you to be alright. I love you, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. You haven’t been yourself since…..” Since Mina had gone missing, and it had been all his fault. And even though she was back safe and sound, the guilt was still eating him alive. Everyone joked that he was the idiot of class 2A, but now he knew he really was; the most terrible, horrible idiotic friend for letting one of his best friends be captured. He really was an idiot.

You cleared your throat, and continued. “No one thinks it’s your fault, Denki. Not Mina, not Aizawa, not Katsu, not Kiri, not Sero, and not me either. It was not your fault.”

“You keep saying that, but it doesn’t make me feel  any better. I’m the idiot that let Mina get captured. I was right there Y/N! I could have saved her!” he cried, and tears started slipping down his face, and he wiped them away furiously. “Goddammit! I could have saved her, it’s all my fault.” With those words, he broke down sobbing, curling into himself, shuddering as the sobs racked his body. 

“Denki, no,” you whispered, and you pulled him close, smoothing his hair and holding him as he sobbed into your arms. “You are not an idiot Denki. You are the most amazing person I know, and it makes me so sad that you think you’re anything less than the smart, amazing hero you are. I love you so much, Denki. Never forget that.”

As you held him, he let himself relax in your arms, breathing in the scent of your detergent and perfume. He had never felt more at home with another person, not with his other friends, or his big brother, and definitely not his parents. You were his home, and he could never be happy without you with him. It was that moment when it clicked in his brain. 

He loved you.

In that moment he wanted to sing it from the rooftops, he wanted to scream it at anyone who would listen, he wanted everyone to know what he was feeling, but he bit his tongue. You told him you loved him all the time, but how did you mean it? Did you see him like a brother? Or did you love him the way he wanted you too? 

In that short, neverending moment, it didn’t really matter how you loved him. He knew he loved you, and he couldn’t wait to tell you.

Little did he know, he would never get the chance. 

❀❀❀❀❀

That night, Denki laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, letting himself wallow in the sadness that he had been suppressing all night. The sadness was rolling over him in waves, and he was shaking from the sobs he was trying to repress. God, he hated crying. It made him feel weak. He wiped his eyes angrily, taking shaky breaths and trying to calm his raging heartbeat. 

Watching the three of you together always upset him, no matter how long it had been. He wanted nothing more than to be a part of your family, to be your husband, to be the one who got to you first, not Kiri. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t curse himself and wish he had just told you right in the moment he really realized he loved you. He should have just come out with it, should have just told you before he lost his confidence, but no. He waited, for his sake and for yours, he wanted to be sure. But he had never been more sure about anything, for fuck’s sake. 

More angry tears rolled down his face, and he groaned, rolling over onto his side and trying to ignore the jealousy and the anger eating him from the inside. Sometimes he wondered if there was a team of people that lived in his chest, and their sole job was to make him miserable, punching his heart whenever he saw you with Kiri, and then trying to shatter what was left of it with a hammer whenever he was alone. 

After a while, he finally calmed down, and settled in, snuggling under the covers and slowly drifting off. And as he fell asleep, he thought to himself, not for the first time that night, I wish I had told her first, I wish she was mine……

But not everything in life goes the way we want it, and you would never be his.

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So You Made Some Bad PSA’s

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: Steve’s continuing embarrassing behavior towards and about you deserved equal punishment right? Maybe showing Bucky the PSA’s Steve did a while ago wasn’t such a good idea. Super Soldiers never half-ass anything.

Warnings: Just cursing and some implied violence I guess? Pinning?  Once saw something that said aggressively continues to ignore canon, yeah sames.

Word Count: 4,280

A/N: I was watching the Rappin With Cap videos on youtube and wondered how much crap Bucky would give Steve if he found out about them. I hope this is as funny of an idea as I thought it was. Tagging my lovely waifu @sagechanoafterdark who said she didn’t know she needed this until I brought it up. Hope you enjoy lovely.

"You need to calm down," Steve's snooty tone only fueled the flustered feelings he had brought. By now you were red from your chest to your ears with embarrassment. With a huff, you spun on your heels and left him dumbstruck.

"It's not that big of a deal!" He called out only digging himself deeper into the proverbial hole.

You had never been so embarrassed in your life!!

“Self-righteous asshat,” you grumbled making your way to the gym to blow off steam instead of slapping the aforementioned asshat. Who said things like that around mixed company? What that man lacked with tact he held a surplus of righteousness.

Shoving the gym doors open you missed how your entry caught Bucky’s attention, sitting up on the bench press.

When you made a straight shot to the punching bag muttering "Star-Spangled douche" Bucky's suspicion of your explosive entry into the gym was confirmed.

Watching you wrap your hands he lifted a brow picking up the soft "Captain No Ass America". He laid back down and returned to his nearly maxed barbell, decidedly steering clear from your unpleasant mood.

The gym would have been peaceful for Bucky’s much-needed energy-burning exercise except all he could focus on was your insistent mutterings coupled with the sound of air rushing from gloves as you hit the bag with all the weight of your body.

You were all consumed in imagining Steve’s stupid face on the bag were you fists landed that when Bucky called your name out you jumped back startled.

“What’s got ya’ so riled up little spitfire?” Bucky’s arms crossed over his chest as he watched you in amusement. There was a multitude of things his punk of a friend did this time to jostle you so much. He was never good with dames.

“Your friend has no tact,” Bucky could only nod in agreement. “He doesn’t think before he opens that stupid perfect mouth of his!” He ignored the perfect part but certainly cataloged it for future proof of the fact you two were into each other. Which is often the cause of these semi-occasional fits.

“Has no regard for how embarrassing he can be sometimes,” you drug the palm of your hand across your face in exhaustion of both Steve and the energy you exhumed on the punching bag.

“Ya’ know how to get back at him right?” You looked at Bucky from between your fingers with growing curiosity.

“Embarrass him,” he pulled his arms out far “And I mean BIG time.” Bucky continued on. “I’m talking ‘bout something that will last for a good while.” 

“I love the punk, but he never learns unless he gets a taste of his own medicine.” Bucky knew that wouldn’t really resolve the situation if anything it’d make the tension between you two worse but he was willing and giddy to watch this escalate.

You stood there mulling his idea around in your head. What on earth could you do that would sufficiently and irrevocably embarrass Captain America? The man ran around in star-spangled leotard for years. What could possibly be more embarrassing than the less than flattering renditions of his uniform?

And then it hit you.

“Hey, Bucky?” You questioned with a saccharine voice most men should fear coming from a woman’s ire. Buck raised an eyebrow in question.

“You ever see the PSA’s Steve did?” Bucky’s eyes lit up with uncontained wonder.

 ~*~

 Steve sat in the group kitchen eating one of the many grilled chicken breasts and vegetable platters you had prepared for him to reheat later. Debriefing for the next mission was in a few hours and he hadn’t seen you or Bucky all day. You tended to stay to yourself in the mornings but Bucky would normally meet him in the gym after Steve’s morning run.

But last night you and Bucky had been up late together. In your room. With the door closed. Not that Steve walked by or anything. He definitely didn’t walk by 5 times within one hour. No, not him.

Steve couldn’t figure out which was worse, the fact you were in your room late with Buck or the fact you two spent most the night laughing endlessly. Honestly, Steve was more than hurt that he wasn’t invited to whatever fun-filled evening you two had. He knew you were upset with him but normally you’d go to the gym or run around the lake on the compound grounds and come back later. He would apologize, not sure what most the time but he knew he felt bad for hurting your feelings.

If he was honest, and Steve Rogers prided himself on his honesty, he did like watching your ass bounce when you walked away, upset or not.

As if his thoughts manifested the two of you, you both walked in whispering and giggling. 

“What are you two conspiring about?” Steve couldn’t help as one side of his lips lifted, he did enjoy seeing Bucky bonding with people and if it was with you even better. You were after all one of the sweetest people Steve knows.

You and Bucky stopped talking, looking at Steve in a way that made him squirm in his chair. Specifically, the disconcerting look Bucky directed at him.

“Steve, what would you say is the toughest enemy you ever faced?” Bucky’s question confused Steve more than he could say. What was he getting at? His tone sounded more rhetorical than inquisitive.

“Well Buck, I don’t know,” He answered. Bucky stroked his chin with his metal thumb and forefingers. 

“Oh, you wouldn’t say its tooth decay?” He grinned back at his dear friend since childhood enjoying the torture he was going to surely bring upon him.

Fear, unrelenting fear and embarrassment struck Steve to his core. Suddenly the two of you laughing so much made sense. His face paled and eyes narrowed in on you, but the innocent face you played so well failed to hide what he knew happened.

“Please. Buck. No,” Bucky’s grin turned maniacal at the soft blush now growing on Steve’s cheeks. “Oh, Steve yes!”

Before Bucky could start back up Steve went on the defense.

“I thought it would be helpful, remember the PSA’s in the theatres?” Desperation for his friend to understand and drop this clear in his voice.

“Yeah, they were stupid you bozo and so are these.” Bucky turned his gaze to you leaned against the kitchen island watching the exchange between the two of them. This was solid gold, and only going to get better if Bucky’s words of encouragement earlier held any truth.

“I really need something to give me an edge for today’s debriefing.” Bucky began again. Steve could feel his face turn red with every passing moment. His best friend was never going to drop this.

“I know just what you mean Buck.” You chimed in, Steve turned his head down. Did you two find them together? Did you know about them and show them to Bucky?

“Can you make me a hot lunch Steve?” Bucky faced his good ol’ pal once more, rubbing his stomach for emphasis.

“Yeah, a well-balanced diet keeps your body healthy.” You rested your chin in the palm of your hand, eyes bouncing between the two Super Soldiers. Steve raised his head back up, his blank face directed at Bucky.

“Tell us about the food pyramid so we can find that balance we need,” Bucky could feel his cheeks start to hurt. The tortured look on Steve’s face while small was enough for him to pick up on and it was everything Bucky needed.

“Bucky please,” Steve lamented but Bucky would have none of it.

“Isn’t this like that stupid Bonds selling they had you do back in the war?” Buck accused. 

“This was different, it was for the kids.” Bucky nodded his head, 

“Right, right the kids,” Bucky paused “Did you even read it before they started filming?”

If Steve’s face could get any redder it would have. “Listen I didn’t totally understand it, but I was assured it was for the kids.” Before Steve could suffer any more embarrassment he abandoned his meal and the kitchen.

“Also why was it called ‘Rappin with Cap?” Bucky called out to Steve’s retreating figure. “Missed opportunity for Rappin’ with Cappin’. Who do I talk to get that updated?” Steve threw his hands up in exasperation continuing his retreat.

“Buzz off jerk!” He hollered back at Bucky.

“What would the kids think, Steve?!” You and Bucky laughed, your sides ached double time from the work out they got last night from all the laughing then.

“Ah that was good, he was definitely embarrassed.” You smiled at Bucky wiping some tears in the corner of your eyes. “Thanks, Bucky.”

“Oh, we’re far from finished.” You blanched, you suddenly felt precarious about the continued punishment. You knew Steve needed to learn the lesson, Bucky had assured you it would work. But you were losing confidence in continued torture as Steve’s face of embarrassment resurfaced in your mind.

“How long were you going to carry this on?” You muttered chewing on your bottom lip.

“I don’t know probably until it stops being funny.” His side grin did nothing to ease your worry about how much Steve would suffer through this. 

“Which will be never.” Bucky chuckled going to the fridge for some lunch. “You want anything?”

 ~*~

 Bucky sat across from Steve eyeing him during the customary post-mission group meal. Wanda sat next to him while Nat and Clint posted up at the end of the table. Bruce and Tony at the other end discussing the level of science others could barely understand. 

You were finished loading up a plate of food about to find a spot on the large meeting table turned into the dining table when Bucky’s voice carried over loudly in the room.

“Ya know,” Bucky leaned back in his chair, the front legs lifting off the floor. “This mission went really well, we all followed the rules.”

Steve lifted an eyebrow at Bucky’s words trying to discern the trajectory of this out of character comment.

“Wouldn’t you say so, Steve?” Bucky looked at Steve biting the inside of his mouth to stop his smile. Steve jaw ticked, he understood now. Everyone at the table was looking between the two of them.

“Yeah Buck, the mission went well.” The blonde’s gritted out between clenched teeth.

“I mean the only way to be cool is to follow the rules. Right Cap?” Tony chortled at Bucky’s words quickly picking up on what was occurring. Of course Tony had seen the videos too.

“Steve, weren’t you a war criminal?” Bucky couldn’t hide his smile any longer, glancing at you then back to Steve causing the Blonde Soldier to look your way. You covered your smile with your free hand, holding your plate with the other.

“Bucky,” His tone anything but indulgent to Bucky’s antics.

“You must not be that cool, way to break ALL the rules, Cap.” Steve palmed his face with one hand and gave an exasperated breath.

You sat down next to Steve and began to eat just as Steve stood up. Taking his unfinished plate he began to leave the meeting room.

“Hey, punk!” Steve turned his head towards Bucky, everyone watching the exchange between the two Super Soldier brothers still.

“Since ya break so many rules,” Bucky paused “Know where I can get some illegal fireworks?”

“For fucks sake Bucky,” Steve walked out after that.

"Language!" Tony quipped, Steve’s shoulders sagged as he exited.

 ~*~

 Three weeks. It had been three weeks since you unknowingly unleashed Bucky hell on Steve.

Sure the two of them picked on each other and often lead to heated words but it would always dissipate with ease. This was a whole other level.

Maybe, if there hadn’t been SO MANY videos for Bucky to antagonize his best mate with it would have stopped by now. As it where Steve did more PSA’s than he remembered and every time Bucky had the chance, he brought them up. In subtle and not so subtle ways.

Steve’s face was either red with embarrassment or rage when Bucky was in the room. Most times he stomped out, others Bucky left laughing the whole way out of the room. 

You had been staying out of it, for the most part, being a bystander like the rest of the Avengers. Unlike the rest of the avengers though, you were always left with this rock in the pit of your stomach knowing you were solely responsible.

Entering the debrief room you noticed everyone was there assigned to the upcoming mission except your righteous leader, Steve.

“Anyone know where Steve is?” You voiced your concern, he was never late to debriefing in the entire time you’d been an Avenger. FRIDAY answered before anyone else in the room could address.

"I've been advised to inform you that Captain Rogers will not be attending any meetings that include Sergeant Barnes until he refrains from goading Captain.” As the AI spoke your eyes cut to Bucky with a pleading look.

This had to stop. 

Walking right out of the room you made a beeline for Steve’s office, the Winter Soldier hot on your trail. When Bucky’s hand made to open the door to Steve’s office you swatted at it glaring up at him as you knocked on the solid door. Bucky rolled his eyes at your etiquette.

“Come in,” Steve paused, “Unless it’s Bucky.” he continued. You stuck your tongue out at Bucky before entering the room and shutting it behind you and locking.

Steve looked up raising an eyebrow at the locking, his face a little flush at the potential implication.

“Bucky,” You explained and he nodded face sullen.

“I wanted to apologize Steve.” You started and he raised his hand up to stop you but you ignored him.

“Had I known how far and long Bucky would take this I would have shown him maybe only one or two videos.” Steve frowned. “Definitely not all of them.”

“Well thank you for that apology,” His deadpan delivery less than stellar for the rock still sitting in your stomach. He stood up and reached past you to unlock the door. You couldn’t help but breathe in his cologne and the smell that was uniquely him.

With Bucky and Steve avoiding each other leading to Steve avoiding you, you had almost forgotten how wonderful he smelt. You also had not been on the receiving end of his embarrassing lack of tact with the subsequent avoidance but you had forgotten that too at the moment.

“I really am sorry,” You muttered out, Steve stalled opening the door at the remorse in your voice.  He said your name with a sigh, his breath fanning against your face your body hair breaths away, his hand lingering on the door handle. The warmth of his body could be felt even through your clothing.

This sensation was a reminder of all the times you two would spar, trying hard to ignore how well he felt against you, instead of focusing on winning a match against the perfect soldier. You had to ignore it, after all, he was your Captain, and you were just you.

“I know you are, but you did it none the less.” The finality in his words made it clear your apology was not accepted and you really couldn’t blame him with how far Bucky had taken this.

Finally opening the door Steve’s eyes narrowed in what could only be described as a death glare to the chaotic soldier behind you. 

“Bucky,” you turned around as Steve addressed him as you made your way out of the room.

“Steve,” Bucky mimicked the serious tone Steve gave, only his face held that Cheshire cat smile unlike Steve’s.

Before either of them could startup you attempted to mediate. “Come on Soldiers, we’ve got a debriefing to attend.” Grabbing Bucky by his metal arm you tugged him along, fearing rejection from Steve if you attempted the same.

~*~

 Bucky had been away on a mission with Natasha for the past month and Steve had enjoyed the much-needed reprieve from his friend’s torture. He was hoping the passing of time would wear off the novelty of teasing. Steve ever the optimist. 

Bucky was catching up with you in the hall after finishing his debriefing jokingly scolding you for not carrying on his torture.

“Come on, he’s almost learned his lesson.” Bucky elbowed your arm smirking at you.

“I don’t think this is a lesson by fire situation anymore. Maybe it never was going to work leaving you to deal out the punishment.” You folded your arms over your chest settling your narrowed eyes on the brown-haired chaotic neutral incarnate.

“It’s all in good fun,” Bucky justified, knowing full well he was pushing his luck with Steve. He was sick of Steve’s silence regarding his feelings for you and if he could punish him for the mounting sexual tension he had to suffer between the two of you then he’d deal it out on the regular.

Steve caught the sight of the two of you and couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at his lips when you flagged him over.

“Hey Steve,” you greeted his dopey smile contagious. Steve nodded his head towards you before looking at his friend.

“How was it, Buck?” He inquired and Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Come on man you can read it in the reports you make me fill out,” Steve returned the eye roll.

“Are you joining Bucky and me for movie night?” You inquired with hope towards Steve, wanting to prevent any escalation between the two as well. Maybe a peaceful movie night would help the damage you did with those videos.

Steve scratched the back of his head starting to stumble on his words. Bucky couldn’t stop himself, well he’s sure he could but why would he when his friend was starting to make a fool of himself.

“Do you feel an itch, Steve?” Steve’s hand froze at Bucky’s words. His face falling at this line of conversation. Couldn’t he just leave well enough alone?

“I hate you so much Buck,” Bucky’s Cheshire cat smile returned with a vengeance, your brows rising in confusion. What was? No Bucky wasn’t doing it again?!

“You could have lice,” Bucky’s tone a face concern. 

“Bucky stop,” Steve’s tone dangerously calm.

“Stand up and be a hero Steve.” Before Bucky could start his signature peals of laughter at his friend’s embarrassment, he blew up.

“That’s enough!” Steve’s face turning red. This was the limit, apparently. He pointed at Bucky then swung the accusatory finger towards you, “I don’t know what I did to deserve the two of you ganging up on me like this.” 

“Com’on Steve this isn’t on her,” Bucky interjected, wanted to take the heat off you. His plan wasn’t going to work if Steve lumped you in with his anger. “I was gonna find those videos eventually,” Bucky went to your defense but it was unnecessary as the dope had hit a nerve.

“You don’t know what you did to deserve this?!” Steve was incredulous. How could he be so daft to his actions?!

“You say the dumbest things to me.” Your hands gestured around wildly “And in front of me about me at the worst times!” You took a step towards Steve whose fire was being dampened by your growing temper. “Embarrassing the crap out of me in front of staff or even the team!”

You nearly blew a gasket at how bewildered Steve appeared. “I didn’t know I did that.” 

“Of course you didn’t,” His eyes narrowed at your growing condescension. “Because you don’t pay attention to how your words affect others!” 

Bucky watched the two of you with what was at first amusement but rapidly turning to worry when Steve squared his shoulders. You both had tempers known to be nuclear when opposing.

“Don’t pay attention?!” Steve threw his hands up in the air, the loud clap sound of them falling to his sides at his words make you flinch. “All I do is give you my undivided attention.” His gaze levels on you, both of you oblivious to your audience.

“For years.” Steve’s voice strained, trying to express what he longed to say without actually having to put himself out there.

“Wait, what?” You shook your head now you the one befuddled between the two of you, his words washing away your indignation. 

“Where has that gotten me huh?” Your confusion only fueled Steve. Of course, you don’t understand what he was trying to say. Steve was pas the point of reasoning now.

“My best friend seeing some of the most ridiculous things I did freshly out of the ice,” his eyes darting between the two of you, “And you two exploiting it!” Taking a deep breath closing his eyes Steve tried to calm the storm inside him.

You took a step away clutching your chest at the venom he spewed. How fast a playful way to take self-righteous Steve Rogers down a few pegs put you on the top of his shit list.

“Steve-” You started only to stop and try again. “I-” Steve’s eyes snapped open narrowing on you fumbling your words, hands wringing in front of you.

“JUST STOP!” You let out a soft yelp at the volume his voice hit. “You’ve done enough don’t you think?!” 

You wanted to defend yourself but thought better of it. Nodding your head you walked off with short paced steps to escape.

Steve watched your retreating figure, face softening with each step you took. He went to follow you but stopped himself. He had made enough of a mess. Looking at Bucky he groaned at the disappointment written all over his face.

Without another word, he left Bucky alone in the hall seeking solace from his embarrassing temper tantrum.

 ~*~

 Bucky entered Steve’s office without knocking, he assumed if Steve truly didn’t want to be bothered he could have easily locked the door or had FRIDAY bar anyone from entering.

Steve sat with his head in his hands, taking in deep breaths trying to find some kind of solution to the problem that ever was you.

“So you acted like an idiot because you don’t know how to talk to women?” Steve looked up at Bucky’s words and held back the desire to flip his desk right at him. Bucky had turned the chair across from his desk around and was straddling it facing him. Arms crossed over the top of the backing. Just like he did in those stupid videos. Videos you had watched countless times by now.

“Buck,” Steve’s strained voice conveying enough to Bucky but not enough to get him to sit properly in the chair. “Please leave it alone.”

“Listen, man, I’m serious. You suck at women.”

“Gee, thanks, bud.” Steve looked down at his desk in defeat.

“You’re welcome.” Bucky knocked on the table. “Now what are you going to do to fix this?” Steve scoffed raising his head up to face his longest friend.

“Why do I have to fix it?”

“Because you yelled at her,” his words full of disbelief, Bucky was almost in awe at Steve’s inability to at least learn a few things about women without him around to get him a pity date.

“If she hadn’t-” Bucky raised a hand to get Steve to stop before he even started.

“Lemme’ stop you right there punk,” Steve’s deadpan stare did nothing to stop him. “You and I both know this is way beyond me picking on you about some PSA’s.” 

“I think its got a lot-”

“Just because you’re all buff doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass if you don’t shut up,” Bucky flexed his metal arm, the whirling of metal cogs warming up filled the office, clearly, he was intending to make good on his threat.

“Fine,” Steve was done fighting for the day. “What’s this about then?” His arm gesturing across his desk for Bucky to continue sans interruption.

“You love her,” Buck was impressed at how quick Steve’s face reddened.

“You hate that she’s been spending all this time with me,” Steve went to argue before he could get a word in Bucky raised an eyebrow rolling his left shoulder back.

“My silence doesn’t mean agreement.” Steve just didn’t want his office wrecked or the rant Tony would give him for the cost of repairs. 

Bucky huffed rolling his eyes, “Man, what does she even see in you?”

“What?”

“Come on, you two can’t be this oblivious?” Buck leaned forward pushing until the chair only had two legs on the ground and he was leaning over Steve’s desk keeping eye contact.

“You two are hopelessly into each other,” Steve sat up straight shaking his head in disbelief. “It’s sickening really,” Bucky leaned back the chair slamming back to the ground and groaning at the abuse. 

“How can you tell, are you sure she likes me?” Steve’s words jumbled in his mouth

“Don’t do that thing, bozo,” Bucky crossed his arms in front of his chest “Where you act all ‘oh she likes me’” He pulled his metal hand out and pointed at Steve, “Just go get her.” 

Steve stood up with gust and left his office with the same level of energy.

Bucky stuck his head out the office door threshold.

“Don’t skim on the human reproduction lessons!” Steve chose to ignore his friend’s taunt, determination written on his face. He’d spent plenty of time thinking and talking about all of this. It was time for action.

[hiatus-for-forever]

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: For his birthday, Bakugou gets a date with his crush while they set up a party at the dorms

A/N: This is late cuz I had writers block during his birthday.

Quirk:  You can control plants and make them grow from the ground. You need a base through, like a seed or root and you can make it grow from that. You can move it and make it grow bigger and taller than it is (i.e. you can make a flower huge if you wanted to). If overused, you get dizzy and could pass out.

Warnings/Genre: fluff, cursing, suggestive content somewhere, ooc Bakugou

WC: 1,711

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You were in the common area as they were explaining the plan to you. The doofuses, also known as the entirety of class 1A, made a plan called Operation: Blaze It which was trying to surprise Bakugou with a birthday party. People were planning how to set everything up and decorate a cake you made beforehand. 

At the moment, the said hot-headed man was training with Todoroki, knowing there was no way he would turn down a chance to beat the half-and-half bastard’s ass as a birthday present . As the rest of the class trying to convince you to go through with distracting Bakugou, you were sitting there shaking your head.

“Nope, not doing it” you said, lips pressed to a thin line

“Please!” Kaminari pleaded

“Nuh uh”

“But all the other girls are busy, you already did your part by making the cake”

You liked Bakugou, that part everyone suspected but you never confirmed. Rightfully so as they only occasionally bothered you about him. But it was these times when they pushed you together you regretted enjoying the special treatment he gave you. He yelled and cursed at you less, even being caught helping you out with lessons or training from time to time. 

“Why does it need to be a girl? Can’t Kirishima do it? Y’know being the only other guy he doesn’t completely hate!?” You tried to reason

“Nope, he’s using his teeth to help open packaging later” Sero adds

“What about Jiro? She never annoy Bakugou and she’s not annoying” You suggested

“I disagree” Kaminari butts in, passing by while holding a box of decorations to be hidden.

“As you said, they never talk, it would be uncomfortable”

You grumbled, after going through a list of anyone else but you. They gave out excuse after excuse, hiding the real reason they wanted you to do it this way. In reality, the Bakusquad promised Bakugou a date with you. You didn’t know, of course, as they didn’t know for sure if you liked him back and just used this excuse. 

“Oh yeah and the reservation is under your name” Kaminari said

“.....What?” you seethed. They said to distract him, not to take him out on a date!

“So you take him out to a cafe and keep him away from the dorms until about 6:30 pm” Kaminari said as you tried to swing at him

“So this was set in stone and I had to argue for nothing!? You bitch!” Ojiro had to step in and hold you back with his tail as Kaminari cowered behind Tokoyami and some others in charge of buying more stuff. 

“You should get changed, they’re gonna be back soon” Ojiro sweat-dropped as you glared at him. You sighed

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, the dumbass Pikachu is the only one with a death wish here” you growled as Kaminari ran to ‘uh- check on the stuffs’. Ojiro let you go and you stormed off to your room.

You put on a some denim pants with a simple black off shoulder shirt. You wore black boots and stuffed your phone and wallet into your purse. You finished light makeup and brushed your hair. You headed down and as you exited the elevator you heard a whistle from Kaminari

“Whoo Y/N you look hot. Looking pretty for your date I see” he smirked

“Dumbass Pikachu” you grumbled and sat on the couch with your arms crossed and a scowl on your face. Kirishima came and sat next to you, “Bakugou’s just getting ready, here, to pay for your date” he handed you some money.

“It’s not a fucking date” you said lowly and Kirishima chuckled, “sure” he said and walked away.

You slumped back down in the couch and took out your phone and scrolled through Instagram. The elevator was heard opening and Bakugou stepped out and Kaminari hollered at him too, this guy does not stop bugging you two. 

“Wow Bakugou, it’s the first time I’ve seen you wear something this nice” he said. Bakugou glared at him as he cowered away, “Your date’s over there” Sero snickered and pointed at your direction, Bakugou already making his way over.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” you and him yelled simultaneously as they did so. You directed your glare at the floor and grabbed Bakugou by his wrist, missing the way his cheeks tainted pink. “Let’s go” you said and pulled him outside.

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The walk to the cafe was quiet, the cafe itself being really busy and known for its amazing treats and coffees. You can’t really walk in in the middle of the day expecting to find a seat as to why they had to call in for reservation. The place was pretty much full, not being as noisy as the people respected the fact it’s a cafe people come to enjoy their time. You told the busy waitress your name as she directed you two to a table and excused herself to get back to her work. 

You sat across from Bakugou and looked at the menu. You looked up from the menu and met Bakugou’s eyes. Deciding to break the ice he sighed, “Sorry you were dragged into this” 

You smiled nervously, since neither of you knew how the other got in this position internally screamed at yourself ‘DOES HE KNOW ITS A DISTRACTION? WHAT DID THEY TELL HIM? SHRUG IT OFF SHRUG IT OFFFFF’ 

“It’s fine, they gave us money to spend so let’s waste it all” you laughed as you swore his lips curved up a little. A waiters and waitresses were talking and sent a waiter to your table. You noticed this and told Bakugou to be ready with his order. Then you got an idea to mess with him. 

You jokingly gasped and he looked up at you, “Do I dare? Do I dare tell the waiters it’s your birthday?” You teased

His eyes widened and gave you a scowl, “Absolutely the fuck not” he said

You giggled and shook your head, “I’m just kidding, I won’t”

The waiter was called to a different table and he told a waitress to take care of your orders. She walked up to you, “So, what can I get for this lovely couple?’ she smiled

Your faces turned red as you looked away from each other, “We’re not dating” you said as Bakugou shook his head with a ‘nope’. 

She apologized as she took your orders, yours being a parfait and his being coffee jelly. She wrote it all down and walked away as you two were left with an awkward silence. You pulled out your phone and discreet picture of him and posting it on Instagram with the caption ‘aww he’s not screaming 💥💘 @bakugou_katsuki #BlazeIt’  You said, hinting at his party

He was scrolling through social media too and saw the picture he looked up at you and you giggled. He smirked and took a picture of you too laughing your ass off and posted it with the caption ‘This bitch is so annoying get her away from me 😠 fuck you @Y/N-the-flower’

You pouted at him and went to your phone to comment

‘no u’

You smirked at him and laughed. He snickered with you, the awkwardness finally fading away. You turned off your phone, refusing to look at the comments of yours and Bakugou’s pictures

U 2 having fun? 😚

Get some!!1!

Yall should just fuck already

The tips of his ears turned red as he read the comments and mumbled, “These fuckers”

You pushed his phone to his chest, “bitch, don’t mind them” You smiled and he put his phone away. The treats came and the waitress set down a milkshake, “Um, we didn’t order this” you said politely.

“Oh excuse me, it’s on the house for those cute couples who haven’t got together yet” You blushed again, and he scowled at her as the young girl chuckled, “Thought so”

She placed the parfait in front of you and the coffee jelly in front of Bakugou and the milkshake in between you two while setting down two straws. “Enjoy!” she said happily and left you two. You looked at him and shrugged as you pulled the parfait closer and stuck the spoon in the chocolate strawberry treat. You brought some of it to your mouth and brought your lips around it, moaning at the sweet taste. 

Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly at the whole thing, blushing and feeling his pants tighten. You looked at him, “dude, why aren’t you eating the food here is so fucking good” you said, unintentionally making a suggestive comment. 

“Uhm...” he said slowly taking a spoonful of his coffee jelly. You got another scoop of parfait and kept the spoon in your mouth a little longer. Bakugou was watching you with a weird abnormal expression in his eyes. You gazed at him with questioning eyes, “What’s wrong? Do you want some?” you asked and scooped some in the same spoon you used and brought it to his lips. 

The cool metal hitting his lips snapped him out as he reluctantly let you feed him. “You’re right, it is good” he grumbled. “Why were you acting weird anyway?” You asked, noticing how uncomfortable he looked. You slipped your foot out of the boot when you realized why, and rubbed it against the bulge you knew was in his pants. “Stop it!” he growled as you laughed and slipped your foot back in your boot.

 You smirked, “aww hell yeah, I fed Bakugou Katsuki without dying and I teased him” you cheered

He shoved a spoon of coffee jelly in your mouth to shut you up. “Now were even, and not a fucking word about this to the others!” he told you. You just giggled and nodded, swallowing the coffee jelly. You went back to eating as you just realized you indirectly kissed him...twice. You shook your head to push the thought to the back of your mind and ate another spoonful of parfait. 

You finished your parfait quickly as Bakugou did with his treat too. You both stared at the milkshake until you decided to speak up. “So, we gonna share?” you asked handing him a straw and taking the other for yourself. You grinned at him, “Wanna do that thing when we share and drink at the same time?” 

He shrugged, trying to hide the fact his heart was pounding. You took the straw from the paper and stuck it in, mixing up the contents of the tall glass. You then brought licked the unmixed whipped cream that remained on the top part of the straw, leaving some milkshake on your cheek. 

He called your attention, “You have a little something there” he said and pointed to your cheek, you licked as far as you could tasting some on your tongue so you thought, you got it. 

“Is it gone?”

“Ugh, dumbass”  he groaned and reached to swipe the drink off your cheek

“Thanks” you mumbled, turning a bright shade of pink

“Oh, what happened to confident little Y/N? Does touching your cheek make you blush?” he mocked

“Shut up, idiot” you said and grabbed his straw and put it on the other side of the milkshake. “Let’s take the picture”

“We’re taking a picture?” he asked, “Hell no”

“But it’d be cuuuute” you whined

“Fuck off”

“Please?” 

“No”

You stayed silent, “fine” you pouted pushing the drink away from you

“UGH” he groaned, “FINE! I’ll do it. No pictures!” 

You smiled and pulled it to you slightly, leaning on the table as Bakugou did the same, trying to keep his eyes from your cleavage. You both took a few sips and he pulled away first. You pulled away after a few more sips, “See! Harmless” you stated and pulled the milkshake for just you to drink.

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The milkshake was finished, you and Bakugou taking turns drinking from it. You looked at your watch, 4:03 pm. How the fuck were you supposed to distract him for 2 and a half more hours!? You payed for the treats you ate and stapped outside with Bakugou. 

“L’right, let’s go back now”

“NO!” you yelled unintentionally He looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“I-I mean, uhh let’s go somewhere else”

“No, I’m tired”

“But I wanna go shopping” you said reluctantly, though you hated shopping

“No you don’t”

You sighed, “Yeah no I don’t...  But I wanna train”

“I already did earlier, plus you can’t train after we just ate”

You sighed and looked around for a distraction as he started walking away. “Wait!” you turned to your last resort

He looked back at you, “What?’

“Uh, um... I like you” You said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. 

He chuckled, “After today it’s pretty obvious”

You scowled, “Shut up”

“I like you too dumbass, ‘s why the dumbasses promised me a date with you”

You realized why he agreed to go with you and your eyes met with him. “You said you were tired, right?” 

He nodded and you smiled, “Come” you said and grabbed his wrist once again. You led him to some woods and found a familiar trail of red carnations (that symbolize love, pride and admiration) that you followed, dragging Bakugou along. You reached a part of the woods that was just a big open space. It was full of flowers of all kinds, sizes, and colors. You let go and ran to the middle of it. He slowly walked to you as you giggled at the tumble you took. You saw him and pulled him down, a bed of daisies grew fast enough to catch him. He shook the shock out of him as you talked, “Daisies convey loyal love or could also be used to symbolize ‘I will never tell’ so this place is our little secret” you said.

He nodded and took in your features, your bright eyes, smooth hair, and perfect smile. You flipped over and looked at the sky, your face, relaxed and calm. “When no one knows about it, it stays quiet and peaceful, kinda weird bringing you here” you chuckled

He looked at the sky and put an arm behind his head, his other hand moving down to intertwine your fingers with his. “So, what’s up with this place? How’d you find it?” he asked quietly

“An old woman used to live in a house here and she was an old friend of my grandma. She allowed to come here and told me that when she passed away not to use the house since it was dirty, dusty, and full of pollen so she just told me to bury it in the soil and expand her beloved garden. So I did” you breathed out with a smile

He smiled when he looked at you and you met his eyes. “Wanna do something cool?”

He smiled, “Sure” and sat up. You didn’t stand up though, “You don’t need to move, I think there’s one here” you said referring to one of the tulip seeds you planted everywhere. You pressed your palm to the ground and activated your quirk

The ground rumbled as a huge tulip grew from underneath you. You laughed excitedly as it lifted you and Bakugou up, resting you two inside its halfway open petals. You rested against each other, your torso fell on his chest as he leaned back on a soft but firm petal. Your laughs softened as you got comfortable on his chest. He wrapped an arm around you and closed his eyes, allowing you to gaze at him and stealthily set an alarm for 6 o’clock. Soon you dozed off too.

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The alarm sounded loudly, waking you and Bakugou, the latter groaning and moving to stretch. “Sorry, sorry” you said, voice croaky from the nap, turning th alarm off and getting up. You rubbed your eyes, getting used to the light of the setting sun. Shaking Bakugou awake you suggested to get back before it gets dark and hard to get out of the woods. He nodded while groggily getting up, you using your quirk to get the tulip to drop you two down on the soft grass. 

You shivered from the lower temperature and Bakugou took notice. He wrapped his jacket around you and you put your arms through the holes. The sleeves that only reached halfway through Bakugou’s forearm, reached past your wrists. He thought you looked adorable, being small and all, but the moment is ruined when you decided to mock him, “Wow, didn’t know the Katsuki Bakugou was a gentleman”

“Shut up before I take it back” he grumbled

“Okay, okay” you threw your hands up in surrender

“Also,” he started, “Call me Katsuki” he whispered

“What was that?” you asked, feigning innocence

“CALL ME KATSUKI GODDAMNIT”

“Hey, hey, no need to yell, Katsuki” you said, his name rolling off your tongue

“Shut up, let’s get going” he secretly did like hearing you say his name. But he hid it whilst tugging you to the direction of Heights Alliance. You laughed and held his hand, leaning onto his arm. The walk was nice and comfortable, the both of you at peace with one another.

You reached the dorms, forgetting about the surprise party as you walked in the dark building, still latching onto Bakugou’s arm. The lights were suddenly turned on, everyone jumping out of their hiding places. 

“SURPRISE!!” everyone froze on the spot, seeing you clinging onto Bakugou, wearing his jacket.

“BAKUGOU GOT A GIRLFRIEND!?” everyone erupted into cheers as you buried your face into Bakugou’s chest as everyone tried to pry information out of you.