#bro i want to chew the denim off of him

[harrisonbrainrot]

HARRISON IN DENIM.

[hockeyisit]

Something Important

Summary: Auston and Amelia get high together.

A.N. Hii I wrote this because I was in the mood and I was high. Sooo sorry if its terrible. Also hope everyone saw the game last night it sounded amazing. I wasn’t able to watch it because I’m not from Canada but I was listening along and wished that I could have seen it live lol! Anyways always avaible to talk and always open for request. Also I plan to write about Auston and his hat trick as soon as I get a minute. I am also still working on part 4 of we lost and that sadly might be a minute before its out. 

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Word Count: 2,406

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“Hey babe,” Auston said, slipping his arm around me and pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him before leaning back to give him a quick peck with a bright smile.

“Hi, sorry about your game,” I said growing slightly. They had played against the Dallas Stars and lost 3-1. Despite the loss the guys had still decided to go out to the bars and invited the  WAGs. I met them there by taking an Uber.

“It’s okay. You look beautiful,” he said his eyes hungrily eying my body. I had decided to wear my favorite lacy black lingerie underneath a denim skirt with a black top. I pulled him into a more hidden spot and guided his hand to the top of my shirt above my bra. I then moved my top slightly so he would be able to see the lingerie.

“So I grabbed something from your apartment before I came here. I hope you don’t mind,” I smiled innocently at him as I pulled the gummy worm edibles I had shoved into my purse out. He laughed as he took a few from my hand and ate them.

“Oh please tell me this is going to lead to high sex,” Auston mumbled against my shoulder once he had leaned in. I giggled as I pushed him away.

“You're terrible,” I joked. He laughed before pulling me in so that our lips were almost pressed together.

“You love it,” he said gently. I blushed dark red before connecting our lips in a filthy kiss.

“Get a room Tony,” Hollsy called as he walked by causing us to pull apart. Mitchy laughed as he pulled Steph along to the bar. She sent me a help look and I pulled Auston along as we followed them to the bar.

“Did you take any edibles?” Auston asked as he crowded me against the bar. I turned my face to him and shook my head no.

“I smoked with Macy. I didn’t want to use your edibles when I can smoke,” I told him knowing he didn't have that many left. He tightened his grip on me as a man crowded into our space.

“Can I get a pink vodka lemonade for her and a bud light for me,” Auston said once he had flagged the bartender down. Once we had our drinks we made our way over to the table the team had selected.

“How are you feeling?” Auston asked in my ear once we sat down at the table. I grinned at him as I climbed into the booth. I had been really excited to come out and spend time with Auston tonight but honestly I couldn't wait for us to head home.

“I’m good,” I grinned at him. “Let me know when that edible hits,” I continued glancing over to Steph.

“Hey what’s up?” she asked as she slid herself into the booth Mitch following closely behind her. I smiled at her feeling more high than anything as I leaned against Auston. The joint I had smoked with Macy was really starting to catch up with me.

“Oh nothing, I hadn't realized it's been so long since I’ve seen you,” I said smiling sadly at her. Truthfully it had been almost two weeks since I had been out with any of the WAGs. I had been so busy with work and classes that I hadn't had any time to go out and have fun. Even seeing Auston had been difficult as off late. I knew that I wanted to stay and catch up with Steph and some of the other girls but really I just wanted some alone time with Auston.

“Amelia it’s been forever since I’ve seen you,” Willy said approaching the table and holding his arms open. I grinned widely as I stood up from the booth to hug him back.

“Oh my god Willy!” I exclaimed as I threw my arms around him.

“I missed you,” I said against his shoulder with a loud laugh. He pulled away laughing and then turned to give Auston a bro hug. I stared off at the dance floor casually sipping my vodka drink as Willy and Auston stood chatting for a bit.

“Can we dance?” I asked tucking myself into Austons side and interrupting the conversation he was having with Willy. He stared at me for a moment before nodding his head.

“I’mma dance with her. I'll talk to you later,” Auston told Willy nodding down at me and then led the way to the dance floor for the two of us. Once we made it to the dance floor Auston moved up close behind me so that I was grinding into him and the two of us danced like that for an hour as we sipped on our drinks.

“I’m starting to feel it,” Auston mumbled against my ear as our bodies moved to the beat. I grinned as I grinded back into him before turning around.

“Babe, I’m still so high from the joint I smoked with Macy,” I said smiling as I pressed a quick kiss to his neck.

“Do you want to head back?” he asked, moving his hands from my waist higher up. I nodded my head with a smile on my face as I turned around to face Auston. He took his hands off me and reached out to grab my hand leading me over to the table.

“Hey, we're heading out,” Auston announced as we got back to the table. We got a few nods in return, so I quickly said goodbye to some of the girls and then we made our way out of the bar.

“Babe,” Auston said, pulling on my arm and coming to a stop.

“What?” I asked, reaching up to run my hand through my messy hair.

“Can you get me a hotdog at that stand?” Auston asked, pointing to a hotdog stand at the end of the block. I let out a giggle as I nodded my head. The two of us made our way to the end of the block and I ordered the hotdog for Auston making sure to get no ketchup and then paid.

“Alright we're going to walk is that okay with you?” I asked Auston noticing just how crossed he was. He nodded his head and the two of us started our way to his apartment. His hand slipped into my back pocket pulling me closer.

“Babe you didn’t put ketchup on it,” he whined as he took his bite.

“You know I don't like ketchup,” I reminded him, taking it out of his hands. He stopped walking and sent a glance my way.

“I didn’t say I wanted to share this,” he said as he pulled it out of my reach.

“Auston,” I whined, turning to face him. He laughed as he took another bite of the hotdog. Ass.

“Auston what?” he asked after he finished chewing.

“Quit being an ass,” I laughed as I lightly hit his arm. He laughed harder as he finally handed me the hotdog.

“Alright let's go it's cold out here,” Auston said, reminding me that it was cold and I wasn't wearing a very warm outfit. I shivered as I tried to walk closer to Auston for body heat. He glanced at me and noticed my shivers and took off his suit coat.

“Here,” he said handing it over and taking the hotdog from me so I could put the coat on.

“You know what Auston,” I said coming to another stop in the middle of the sidewalk. He kept walking for a second before noticing and then turned around to face me.

“Amelia. What are you doing? Remember it's cold out?” he asked, confused as he tried to grab my hand to keep us moving.

“Auston stop, this is important,” I said, not budging from my spot. He turned back to face me again and gave me an encouraging nod.

“What?” he asked, entertaining me.

“I don’t know if I want to tell you anymore,” I said pretending to move forward, only for his hand to stop me.

“No no no. You said it’s important now we have to hear it,” he grinned down at me.

“Well now you're being a jerk so I don’t want to tell you,” I stared up at him. He didn't say anything and just stared at me waiting.

“I’m sorry I really do want to hear what you have to say,” Auston said trying to apologize. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pecked his lips.

“I just love you. And you're a really good boyfriend when you're not being a jerk,” I told him as I pulled back with a wide grin spread across my lips.

“Oh. Thanks babe,” Auston responded surprised. He pecked me on the forehead before pulling me the rest of the way to his apartment building and into the elevator.

“Let’s just go straight to my room and put on a movie,” Auston mumbled as he unlocked his front door. Felix greeted us excitedly, his tail wagging.

“I should probably take him out,” Auston groaned as he reached down for Felix’s leash. I nodded as I took my shoes off and offered him his jacket back. He took it shrugging it on.

“You can go change into something comfier in my room,” he said nodding in the direction of the bedrooms before making his way out.

Once I got to Auston’s room I immediately went to his closet and looked around at all the different things hanging. I glanced between his Maple Leafs jersey and a long sleeve button up trying to figure out which one he would find sexier. Deciding on the jersey I threw it on before making my way over to the bed and sitting on top of the comforter.

“Babe do you want popcorn?” Auston called from the kitchen once he had gotten back.

“Only if you do,” I called back. I heard him shuffling around in the kitchen for a few more moments before he started to make his way down the hall.

“Can we watch the Avengers,” Auston asked as he pushed the door open and walked in with a bag of chips and a plate of strawberries. I nodded as I reached over for the remote and turned on Age of Ultron.

“I brought you strawberries. I remember that one time you told me about how they are better when high. I even cut them up for you,” Auston said shoving the plate my way. I laughed as I took the plate from him.

“Thanks. How was it taking Felix out?” I asked moving the food to the side table and then crawled on top of Auston so that I was straddling him.

“Good. You look so sexy in my jersey babe,” he moaned sliding his hands up my waist feeling the lacy lingerie under the jersey.

“Can’t believe you wore this to the bar tonight,” he muttered, hiking the jersey up so that he could take in more of the lingerie.

“I couldn't stop thinking about you all night,” he leaned up and placed a kiss on my lips before pulling away and flipping us over so that he was on top. He pulled the jersey up higher so that he was able to take in my whole body. He leaned down and started placing light kisses on my belly and moved up towards my breast.

“What do you want from me tonight?” Auston asked, pulling the jersey off and then leaning back down so that he could start sucking a hickey into my breast. I moaned loudly as I pushed into him.

“Tonights all about you babe,” I said, pulling his face up with both of my hands so that he was looking into my eyes. He stared at me hungirly before pulling me into a deep kiss and letting his hands rome my body. I moved my hand that was playing with the end of his hair down his body so that my hand was resting just above his waistband. Just as I was about to tug his pants off there was a loud knocking on the door. I threw my head back with a loud groan.

“Did you invite someone over?” I asked. He shook his head no leaning back.

“Maybe if we ignore it they will go away,” he suggested leaning back in to kiss me again only for the knocking to continue. This time Felix started barking back. Auston groaned as he climbed off the bed and made his way out of the room. I laid down into the bed relaxing as I waited for Auston to come back. I waited for another five minutes before deciding to throw something on to go check on him. Once I was dressed in his sweats and a sweatshirt. I followed the conversation coming from the kitchen.

“Freddie,” I smiled as I approached the two standing at the counter. I walked over to Auston and he quickly wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me into his side.  

“Sorry it's so late,” Freddie apologized to me. I gave him a polite smile and shook my head.

“Don’t worry. Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Freddie here just needs some friends to hang out with tonight,” Auston squeezed my shoulder giving me a soft smile.

“Well Auston and I were watching Age of Ultron. I could put it on the tv out here,” I suggested. Freddie gave me a grateful smile while Auston nodded along.

“Freddie we’re just going to turn the tv off in the room and grab the snacks,” Auston said and then the two of us made our way towards the bedroom.

“I’m sorry that I invited him to stay, he’s been feeling really homesick and the media has been so brutal on him lately,” Auston started saying the second the door was shut. I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips cutting him off. I loved how much Auston cared about the people he loved.

“Don’t worry about it Aus. Freddie is always welcome here,” I smiled at him pressing another quick kiss to his lips.

“Now go turn the movie on I just want to take my lingerie off,” I said, nudging him out of the room. He laughed pressing another quick kiss to my cheek and leaving the room.

[waywardimpalawriter]

Could you do a Bucky/Reader fic for 16 on the smut prompts?

The intimacy of shaving

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader

Bucky Bingo Square: New haircut square

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Sarah Wilson

Setting: three months after the end of Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Rating: M (Mature), E (explicit), NSFW, +18 only please

Warnings: fluff, angst, bickering, smut, oral female receiving, yearning, pining, unrequited love, smutty dreams, broken bones, mention of torture, Bucky’s old memories,

Word count: 10,800

Summary: Frustrated with being left behind, worry taking hold after finding out just a fraction of how bad your boys are. Making you start to search your feeling's for both men. Especially with the intimacy of giving Bucky a hair cut and shave. Unexpected emotions surface on all parts.

Notes: Sequel too “My own worse enemy," filling in a bingo square for #buckybingo and also an Anon request asking for smut prompt #16 “I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum.” Hope you don't mind me adding Sam into the mix sweetie. Also for my head cannon Sam uses Delacroix LA for his base of operation. Wanting to help take care of his family while taking on the mantle of Captain America. Hope you enjoyed doll.

Tag list’s: Are open

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Forever’s: @jedi-mando @chickensarentcheap

Bucky Barnes list: @learisa @eclipses-and-moondust

Story list: @sammyissassy @feelmyroarrrr

Wearing a path from the kitchen to living room ignoring Sarah’s stare, thumb nail damn near nibbled to the bed with how much your chewing the poor abused finger. Cell phone pressed to your ear, listening to Sams deep baritone, “What’d ya mean three places Samuel? How the f-ing hell did you both managed to get so banged up?”

“Explanations will roll out once we touch down Y/N for now know at least he didn’t break his funny bone that’s still none existence,” glancing towards Bucky stretched out over the metal helo bench. Right arm in a sling snug to his body, thick plaster cast covering from mid bicep to mid palm, fingers still visible.

“I heard that and I do to have a sense of humor just not your brand of stupid jokes bird brain,” deep voice unmistakably Bucky’s catching a wobble in the cadence not there when last they spoke.

Swiping a hand over your face wanting to kill them both for leaving you behind. Plans to do just that forming in your mind while snarking, “Remind me again why exactly you chose to leave me behind?”

Staying home you could’ve possibly worked with, the unknown danced on your nerves more than you’d give credit to. Having grown even closer to both men over the last six months, always brushing those pesky feelings and thoughts away that surface during weak moments of worry or sleep.

“To dangerous and I’m not arguing with you on those semantics it’s bad enough cyborg got the shit beaten out of him,” quickly pulling the phone from his ear at the high pitched sound from down the line. Forgetting a moment your attachment to both men, “You finished?”

Low growl in answer, biting off the curses you wish to fling at both Captain America and the Winter Soldier. “Don’t worry you’re in for it once you get home. ETA?” Checking the watch strapped to your left wrist, “I’ll come pick y’all up, gotta stop in town for supplies anyway.”

“No worries my trucks at base I’ll get Buck and myself home.” Glancing at his watch, “Landing in about two hours, think you can grab a couple of Miss Bridgette’s pecan pies?”

Too many years working with that man not to know what he likes, “For the shit you and Barnes pulled get your own pie man.” Soft chuckles lets you know Sarah heard you. Eyes locking with her’s for a moment seeing the worry in those warm browns matching as you knew in your own. “Just bring you asses home so Sarah and I can roast them.”

Almost feeling the deep groan from over the phone line, “What did you tell her?”

“Nothing since that’s what I got,” shaking head tips to the side picking up on Sam’s easy breathing and the helo’s engines in the back ground. “Just get home dumbass,” affection in your tone. Ending the call, slipping the cell into your front pocket to flop down into the worn out but still comfortable couch.

“They get hurt?” Anxiety tainting her voice from across the room.

Peeking through your fingers at her, dropping them to your thighs to run the length of denim covered skin, “Don’t know really, Sam sounds fine but a concussion or another type of head injury wouldn’t show it’s self right away. From what I did gather they finished up the mission a little over four hours ago, in flight for the last two.”

“What about Bucky?” Meeting your eyes having confided in her years ago about the crush harbored for a certain metal armed ex-assassin turned Cap’s left hand man. Always leaving out the other part of your secret crush. “Speaking of which you ever gonna tell them how you feel?”

“Busting chops about that again Sarah?” Exasperated sigh marches passed barely parted lips, “Something’s broke in three places that’s all Sam ‘Stubborn ass’ Wilson would say. Just not which one of them or what body part exactly.” Firmly ignoring her last question and not picking up on the fact she said them instead of him. To stand hands to hips, leaning back to stretch and possibly pop your spine. “I’m going to town you wanna come or need anything.”

“And you call Sam stubborn,” head shaking with a fond smile tipping her lips upward. Picking up the subtle shift in your demeanor as relief floods your system with knowing they're coming home at least safe. Having guessed your feelings for her older brother not long ago however, keeping that little tidbit to herself. “I’ll come with, give you company and grief along the way. The boy’s won’t come home till later anyway.”

Eyes roll you reach for the car keys on the coffee table, patting your back pocket to check for wallet and the front for cell phone. “Ready to roll?”

Hour and a half later arms loaded with grocery bags, making sure to hide Miss Bridgette’s pie’s from Sam, you and Sarah set to work putting everything away. Setting to work fixing dinner efficiently dancing around each other like a well oiled machine working together in tandem getting each task done. Back door quietly trying to open, Sam poking his head around the well loved oak wood door. Showing a face littered with cuts, a busted bottom lip and dark shadow of a black eye around his left. But his smile still widens flashing pearly whites at seeing the two of you. Entering, Sam places a large locking suit case and round leather carry case not far from the door.

Soft gasp leave’s Sarah’s lips, quickly moving towards her brother to look him over, “You were ugly before now it’s just worse bro.”

Snort existed through his nose, stepping fully into the house with a limp on his right side, accepting the hug she gives him carefully. “You should see the other guy.”

“I’m the other guy,” voice slightly strained but still light almost playful unlike the Bucky of months ago. Though seeing him coming around Sam, arm cradled close in a black cloth sling. Peeks of plaster noticeable making you groan, head shaking at the very sight of him. Assortment of bruises littered his face, his own busted lip, and a three inch cut circling just above his collarbone. Seeing the storm brewing in your eyes, “No we didn’t fight and Sam didn’t cause these wonderful souvenirs.”

“Stupid ass got captured, wouldn’t listen to my plan…”

“You didn’t have a plan Sam not a logistical one…”

“Oh, so you bulldozing in like a raging bull in a China shop worked so well. Who got capture?” Pressing a finger behind his ear to lift the shell listening for Bucky’s answer. “I’m sorry I can’t hear you. You’re gonna say you right Robo soldier cause that’s the correct answer.”

Exasperated with them both, “Shut it and sit down dinner’s ready. I swear the two of you fight worse than Cass and AJ.” Authority ringing through Sarah’s tone cutting eyes at both men.

“Oh sweetheart Cass and AJ have nothing on these two bone heads, more maturity in their little bodies than both of them put together.” Rubbing your temples trying to fend off the building migraine behind your eyes. “Listening to constant bickering I wanna put them in a ‘Get along shirt.'”

Scowl in place while giving them a full once over. Cataloguing the damage you could see and wondering about that which you couldn’t. Noticing the length of Bucky’s hair almost a shaggy just falling a little over his ears and brushing the collar of the black t-shirt he’s wearing. Full beard dusting his cheeks and chin reminding you of those days long gone back in Wakanda. In contrast to Sam’s neatly kept mustache and goatee, close cropped haircut smartly framing his handsome face. Looking much like the day he and Bucky left three months ago on their reconnaissance mission. Knowing better as looks deceive and clothes cover up places eyes can’t see without stripping them naked. The very thought peeking interest but pushing those thoughts back with a frown. Of course it doesn’t stop you from wanting to hug them both mindful of injures unseen that brings a scowl to your features.

“You wouldn’t?” Traces of fear slicing through those deep russet browns. “I thought you loved me Y/N?”

Speaking over Sam, “What’s a ‘Get along’ shirt?”

Caught between wanting to roll her eyes and chuckle, “It’s a big shirt we’d put the two of you in till ya stop bickering like children and actually get along.” Dishing up dinner, Sarah looks towards both men. Trying hard not to burst out laughing at the sour look on Sam’s face nor the still slightly confused one on Bucky’s.

“I see smoke coming from his ears,” snarky quip receiving a back handing smack to his arm.

Bowel’s placed at the table, “Aim for the head next time Sar.” Taking the seat on Sam’s right offering him a cheekily smile, “Might actually knock the few brain cells he has left around and jump start the hamster running the wheel.”

“You both wound me,” clutching his chest dramatically. “With friends and family like this who can you trust.”

“Dramatic’s must come with handling the shield,” cerulean eyes rolling edged with teasing tone. Glancing towards Sam first then you beside him, going to explain for Sarah’s benefit. “Steve could put on some high melodrama back in the day. Much like Samuel here.” Scratching at his chin with vibranium fingers, a low hiss only you catch sounds when the plates catch the little hairs.

Scoffing, “Only Sarah calls me that first off, second look who’s talking Mr. Bionic Staring machine scaring off everyone who comes within two feet. Dramatics run through your veins just as well. ”

“Children,” both women exclaim hands coming down to slam the table at the same. Before time digging into dinner as the back door opens with Cass and AJ storming inside with excited chatter upon seeing both Sam and Bucky.

Each asking about what happened, how’d the mission go and why exactly Bucky’s sporting a sling and cast. All questions peeking the interested of both women with brows raised and narrowed eyes.

“Settle in first and eat dinner,” Sam intones wanting to keep most of what happened from his family. “For the most part the mission went successful.”

Very unladylike snort leaves your nose hidden behind a glass of sweet tea you sip from, “At least you came back in one piece or three in someone’s case.” Eyes narrow even farther on Bucky who has the good graces to look sheepish and divert his eyes.

“But the super serum why didn’t it help like that,” AJ snapped his little fingers for emphasis on the quickness the serum should work or so he thinks.

“Doesn’t quiet work that way AJ,” Bucky starts running a hand through his longer than usual hair. Giving a short frustrated tug before returning to the topic at hand. “Yeah the serum helps speed up the healing process it’s not instantaneous and,” pausing to side eye you not wanting to admit there’s more injures than just his arm.

Scowl returning having a feeling you know why he’s paused in explaining, “Takes longer to heal when multiple injures are involved.”

Dinner finishes with other questions, skirting the full truth about the mission, discussing the coming week with work and school. Sam’s boyish smile appears when Sarah brings out the pie, cutting out slices to pass around with Reddi-whip, coffee for the adults, milk for the kids. Silence settles for a moment the enjoyment of pie more important to savor and only once done do you raise to start cleaning up.

“I’ll,” shooting Sarah a look with a shake of your head.

“You got paperwork to catch up on babe I’ve got this, besides Sam volunteered to help. Didn’t you Sam?” Shooting a look his way, clearly speaking volumes if the answer comes back no.

Brow arched in question but thought better then to ask, though he flips the script on you, “Of course, Bucky volunteer’s.” Quickly moving away from the hand threatening to land a hard punch to his right thigh. Almost toppling to the floor in his hast to move Sam tweaked his hip a twinge of pain slicing through his features.

“Serves you right Wilson,” thought a slice of regret skates across your thoughts. Head shaking you stand gathering plates as the boys excuse themselves to play video games.

“Homework first or I’m taking those games away,” Sarah yells after them looking in your direction for a second. “You got these two?” Pointing at each of them in turn with her own frown dropping her lips downward.

“Sadly yes,” exasperation clearly written in the rigidness of you stance and narrowing to slits of your eyes. “Blissfully unaware or want to know everything?”

“Unaware I’m just happy their back whole,” nodding Sarah takes her leave, heading for the home office.

Times flown, six months in fact since Karli’s death and Sam taking over the mantle of Captain America. Going above and beyond to change how the worlds become and see’s the shield. Using Delacroix as home base to keep himself grounded and around for his family. Surprisingly enough including you and Bucky the house feels a touch over crowded but wouldn’t want things any different.

“Care to explain what that means?” Limping with hands full towards the sink, Sam places his arm load down watching you move around the kitchen. Putting leftovers up, setting to work on the dishes, the familiarity you exude warms a place in Sam’s heart. Always pushing those thoughts from his mind, your his best friend and wouldn’t see him in any other way. Especially with your heart firmly filled with Bucky.

Giving your back to both men and only acknowledging their presence when Bucky comes over with a bowel. “Thanks,” leaves your lips with a nod.

“We’re sorry for leaving you behind Y/N, but Sam and I agreed things were to dangerous neither of us wanted you to get hurt,” trying to reason Bucky leans his back against the counter beside you. Tugging once again at his too long hair that gets slightly tangled in the plates of his fingers.

“You actually agreed on something?” Catching his actions, your head shakes grabbing for the towel to dry soapy hands and help with his dilemma. “Instead you both come back looking like train wreck’s all beaten, broken and bruised. With a busted arm,” finished with untangling his fingers to point at his arm. Whirling around to assess Sam who’s trying not to put weight on his right leg, “Banged up hip and God know what else internally. Neither one of you are spring chickens for heaven’s sake.”

“Don’t know what your talking about Y/N? I’m not a day over twenty-five,” taking an aim to make you smile and ease the tension in your shoulders. Frown appearing when your countenance doesn’t change but deepens, “Talk to the resident Centurion who got his ass captured and tortured for over a week.”

Low growl leaves your lips pursed together in a grim line, “Do either of you think about the consequences of your actions? Of what’ll happen without either of you in this God forsaking world?” Tossing your hands up and turning back to dish washing, something to keep from chocking the life outta the two of them, or spilling your inner most thoughts. Afraid to loose either man the very thought making your heart clinch painfully in your chest, breathing picking up as tears gloss over your eyes. Plates clang loudly, forcefully slamming them into the drying rack making both men wince at your actions.

“Y/N,” coming up behind you large warm hands carefully rest on tense shoulders. Aware of your feelings for a certain cyborg the thought a little bitter to take but Sam resigns himself to the role of best friend. “We’re sorry really,” taking a breath and clearing his throat wanting to make amends and explain. “We thought, planned, things just…”

“Went to shit around us, it’s not like Sam or I wanted to get the crap beating out of us doll it just,” shrugging vibranium hand coming to rest on your shoulder beside Sam’s. “Got complicated.”

Taking a deep breath drawing in the scents of Sam’s citrus and cider wood cologne you couldn’t put your finger on naming, mixing with Bucky’s old world sandalwood base cologne of 4711. Eyes close for a moment blinking back the tears, and to gather thoughts, righting them in an order that makes sense. Trying to keep out the feelings currently jumbling up your brain. “I know,” body sags back against Sam’s strong chest while unconsciously leaning towards Bucky’s hand. “Neither of you will do that shit again. Do I make myself clear?”

“Not if things go dark side like this time, we’re not putting you in harms way,” feeling you stiffen Sam steps back, Bucky’s hand drops back to his side when you whirl on the man behind you. Stance ridge and firm, Sam crosses his arms adding his own glare and not backing down. “My decision is final on the matter and no amount of arguing will change that.”

Understanding Sam’s position, however the thought of staying behind, waiting to find out if… no you push those thoughts aside. “Mine, that’s who makes the choice not either of you,” heat of annoyance flaring to life as you look between the two men. “Knowing what I signed up for, choose to stick around and help put this broken blue marble we call home back together. I won’t sit out the next mission we clear on that?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, barely audible hiss leaves Bucky’s lips at having hair yanked out by the roots. Though his voice is steady when asking, “Why did you stick around? Thought once Walker handed over the shield, the Flag smashers agenda crashed and burned you’d skip out on the next train back to normal.” Not that he minded of course, in fact Bucky rather enjoyed your company, reminded him of those first months out of cryo getting to know each other. Plus his questions distracted you from getting an answer that won’t satisfy.

“I have my reasons,” giving a half hearted shrug you turn back to finishing up the dishes not really wanting to explain. Not fully sure yourself why you’ve stuck around though deep down you know it has to do with both men. “Reasons neither of you need to know.”

Sharing a look with Bucky, “Don’t pull that shit with us sweetheart you demand answers now we ask the same in return.”

Sure they still argued like an old married couple but a begrudging understanding has built between the pair, coming to an almost friendship neither would fully admit to. Both wanting to protect the small family friend’s circle patched together like grandma’s old quilt. Tattered, frayed and a few wholes but well loved and always cared for. Eyes landing back on you to watch the forward slump of your shoulders rounded inward along with your chin dropped to your chest.

“I have the two of you house broken,” idea forming to steer the conversation away. “Don’t need that headache on repeat and I wouldn’t leave the two of you bone heads alone to kill each other or drive poor Sarah crazy,” quicker than either can react you’ve scooped up hand fulls of soap bubbles to smash into both their faces. Deflecting the conversation away from having to answer and lightening the mood. Or so you hoped with the playfully murderous looks both men shoot you. Skirting Sam’s grabby hands heading to put the kitchen table between yourself, Captain America and the Winter Soldier. “Now boys that’s just all in good fun and your both hurt so I suggest you think about your actions before retaliating.”

Wiping the remains of soapy bubbles from his face, thick fingers making wet tracks over denim to dry hands. Sam edges a little closer intent on trying to snag your arm. That ghosts through his fingers, “For now but remember paybacks a bitch sweetheart.” Bright smile tugs his full lips, head shaking though he knows there’s so much more your hiding from both he and Bucky. One day he’ll crack that secret you hold so dear, for now Sam lets you cling tightly.

Watching him go you turn towards Bucky who’s smirk sets you back a moment. “I don’t think I like that look Barnes,” arms crossed mustering a half glare. “Sam’s right you really can see the smoke rising from your head.”

“Hahaha that jokes getting old,” light hearted quip falling from his lips, eyes raking your form as you near the sink. Catching you looking between finishing the dishes and making sure Bucky’s not going to retaliate. “I come in peace promise besides I’m too old for revenge I’ll leave it to you young whipper snappers,” throwing his voice to sound like an old man.

Laughter rings full and deep from your parted lips, soapy hands gripping the sink to keep from toppling over in mirth. His own chuckle exists on a grin, cerulean eyes taking in how carefree you look. Tension and worry melted away with his well played grandpa joke. Making Bucky wish he got to see you like this more often but then he remembered why he never searched. Why he left you alone and only within the last ten or so months managed to reconnect the missing dots in his life. Sure there’s still blood on his hands he tries to scrub clean with each mission, to make those amends and not just avenge. But truly help people in ways that didn’t require lead or blood.

Still wondering, so he gives voice to those thoughts, “Why didn’t you go back to your life doll?” Feeling he’s perpetuated a grave error in asking the question but a part of him wants. No needed the answer to know why you’d give up a happy life for one of danger and uncertainty with him and Sam.

Sobering, his question hitting you like a ton of cement bricks keeping you from turning to face him. Wincing when another hiss echos around inside your head from your right side. “Tell you what Buck you let me cut that hair and beard of yours I’ll answer your questions.”

“I get you don’t… wait… what?” Not sure he’d heard you right. Pain making a return to fog his brain for the moment as throbbing radiates across his broken clavicle to the dislocated shoulder, dancing along the fractured radius and painfully tingling his fingers. Soft curse exists his lips reminding himself to take Sam’s suggestions next time though he wouldn’t let the other man know. “Don’t happen to have any pain meds do ya doll?”

Eyes narrow, “Which parts did they break?” Holding up a hand to stop him from answering while you head towards your room. Grabbing up the small med kit Sharon gave you months back for times like these. Pausing to scoop up the hair scissors and trimer, along with a shaver and cream, both of which belonging to Sam. “Now you were saying?”

Placing everything on the table, unzipping the medium size unassuming black bag pulling out a small bottle to pop the top and wiggle out two pills. Handing those over to Bucky who just stares at them resting in his metal palm.

“Trying to kill me doll?” Teasing tone to the cadence of his words while popping them into his mouth and excepting the glass of water. Downing in one go and handing it back, “Never did like pills reminds me of Steve.”

Resting a gentle hand on his bad shoulder, “If I tried to kill ya Buck you’d see it coming,” snickering at the wide eyed look he gives you. Sobering with understanding filled eyes that stay locked with his, “I’m sorry it”s not my intentions to bring up the past.” Moving to put the glass down, you stay at the sink looking out over the backyard, orange and reds dancing over the rippling surface of the bayou. Sinking sun creating a cornucopia of color heralding the on coming twilight and the end of another day.

“You didn’t Y/N,” coming to stand next to you watching the golden ball of life giving light slowly sink into the horizon. On the tip of his tongue to speak about Steve, the abandonment he felt acutely with the absence of his best friend. Slowly filled by your present, that of Sam’s and his family. “I guess ‘Till the end of the line’ meant just till he could get back to who he really missed.” Anguish heard loudly through soft spoken words not meant for your ears but once uttered there’s no going back.

Out of your peripheral vision you study Bucky for a moment heart breaking for the man who’s lost so much to then fully face him. His own gaze staying straight ahead staring unseen out the window with tan lace curtains framing the coming twilight. Over head light casting shadows in the hallows and angles of his features, bringing out the bruises highlighting the cuts, making your heart ache for this man in ways you’ve tried to push aside. Ways you didn’t want it to feel in case of rejection but couldn’t help the tightening in your chest nor the want to embrace and hold Bucky close.

“Come on,” without thinking your hand slips into his vibranium palm tugging till he follows and only dropping to scoop up trimmer, combs and scissors before heading out the back door.

For a moment Bucky stood there thankful to Shuri for the ability to feel warmth and the weight of your hand in his vibranium limb. The very thoughts your simple gesture conjures damns his heart making it beat triple time. When your head pops back around the door sweet smile crossing those kissable lips. Bucky has to remind himself you’re off limits friends nothing more and to breath. Your beauty stealing the air from his lungs, making it hard to focus on anything except your present.

Catching the out of focus look in his cerulean eyes mind swirling with questions as to what he’s thinking about. “You gonna stand there taking root or get your silly ass out here,” motioning with a jerk of your head over your shoulder smile still firmly in place. Making sure he’s actually moving before existing to place a stool about middle of the back porch. Patting the hardwood barstool then reaching up to tug on the pull string as light floods the area casting a bright glow.

Transfixed for a moment in the doorway with the peek of skin allowed to his eyes. Your heather grey band shirt riding up teasingly tormenting him. Cursing internally, tongue trapped between indenting teeth to keep the sounds at bay. Till the hard slap of your palm against wooden seat draws his attentions and he robotically takes the seat. Stiffening with the fluttering of a barber’s cape hating to have things around his neck. Only to settle once you have it in place and buttoned reminding him your not there to hurt or torture him. Fingers brushing lightly over the exposed skin of his neck, creating goosebumps to dance across his flesh.

“Not too tight?” Gently running nimble fingers through his hair, blunt nails scratching the scalp. Finding it hard to keep from rubbing into your hands and fighting the urge to purr with each pass. You work the larger knots out carefully, pulling a comb from the back pocket of your jeans to run through his hair. “You with me Buck?”

“Hmm?” Simple noise issues from the back of his throat lost in the tingling sensations your fingers bloom across his body. Wanting to chase the feeling bringing peace to his mind much like the soft cadence your voice takes on with the intimacy surrounding the two of you. Sweet chuckle music to his ears and snaps him back to now, noticing you’ve paused your hands waiting for a response, “Sorry no I’m good.”

“Enjoying yourself Barnes?” Teasingly quipped while adjusting the cape to cover his back. Making sure all his hair lays over the edges and carefully combing out the smaller knots your fingers missed. Secretly enjoying the soft chestnut strands as they curl around your fingers. Massaging his scalp hoping to relax his tense posture when a particularly stubborn knot has you accidentally giving a not so gentle tug. Garnering a low moan from the man in front of you. “Sorry Buck,” working the knot out with a little more care taking the sound as one of pain.

Throat clearing, thankful his crotch is currently covered to not give away the secret he’s concealing. Praying to all the heavens you’ve taken the moan as one of pain instead of pleasure that’s surfing through his veins with a simple hair pull. “Yes, and it’s fine,” words pushed passed lips held taunt to keep from letting any sound out. Searching his mind for a topic to settle on, willing his body to stop reacting to the warmth of yours.

Each brush of fingers sends heat flaring to life along his nerves. Knowing the pain killers don’t worked through his system that quickly. Yet, the throbbing ache once present has diluted to a low annoying thump with the heat of your hands on his cotton covered shoulder. Wanting to lean back into your body but holds himself ridge from doing something stupid like enjoying the moment. Therefore clears his throat, “You’ve got me at your mercy doll ready to answer my questions?”

“Should I worry what you’ll ask?” Moving from behind him to head back into the kitchen. Grabbing the empty spray bottle to fill with warm water and head back out.

Eyes close with the first spritz of water, chin dropping to chest as you work to wet his hair. “Why?”

“Why what?” Knowing what he’s asking, your distracted for a moment putting the spray bottle’s trigger through a belt loop incase its needed once your satisfied with the wetness of his hair. “I’ll need more specifics than just why. Why’s the sky blue? Why’s it so damn hot? So many why questions you gotta stop wasting your breath Buck.”

“Cheeky doll very cheeky you know damn well what I mean,” keeping his head still to prevent you from severing an ear.

Smirking, setting to work on trimming up the top back portion of his head, trying to keep from childishly making faces. “Sure don’t Sarge.”

Groan slipping passed before he’s able to trap and swallow the sound at the off handed use of his military rank. Wondering which deity had it out for his ass today. Cursing the fact he’s let you so close to breath in the flowery scent of your body. Gentle use of those skilled fingers through his hair not making things any better for the growing problem tenting his jeans. Returning to himself when you move to his left shortening the hair over his ear. “Why’d you stay with us? I thought,” remembering those painful words back in Madripoor. “I thought you had a happy life to go back to.”

“Ear hustling Barnes?” Switching sides and glancing down with a raised brow you know he doesn’t see.

Looking up to try and catch your eye your focus on cutting his hair makes the attempt impossible. So he settles on, “Don’t know what you mean doll. Just asking a question,” trying to hold the shiver at bay when your fingers brush over the shell of his ear.

“Since your asking it means you didn’t hear everything Sam and I talked about,” thankful that’s the case or things would get a whole lot complicated. “I lied.”

Head whipping to the side so quickly you fear he’s damaged his neck with the wince taking over his handsome features. “Lied why?”

“Reasons,” ‘Ones I won’t tell you James,’ speaking the last words in your mind, careful probing fingers check for anything popped out. Garnering a hiss of pain when you’ve found the break in his clavicle. “What did you break besides the hamster running your wheel brain?”

Bitting off the curse as pain flared over his right side. Gritting out, “Clavicle, dislocated shoulder, fractured radius, you can see the cuts and bruises so take it a little easy on this old man.”

“How… Why did you get captured?” Worry fights fear both dance with anger marching through your veins as a Thanksgiving Day parade band would down the streets of New York City. The very thought of both your men hurt and so far away from home torn a hole in your heart. Thoughts you try to push away and focus on the job of cutting Bucky’s hair.

Finishing up what you could on the back of his head, Bucky feels you come around to the front. Knees spread to accommodate your body, closing his eyes to keep from staring at your breasts. Licking suddenly dry lips with having you extra close, he tries to gather an answer to your question. “We needed an in so I made a decision.”

“One I’m sure Sam disagreed on,” carding your fingers through the top, snipping pieces checking length. Jealous over how soft his hair feels between your digits. Woodsy pine scent reaching your nose that twitches in pleasure at the fragrance matching what you always thought he’d smell like.

“Yeah well we ran out of time doll. Couldn’t let what remains of LAF get away,” eyes quickly open only to slam shut again with having you still too near for his own good.

Every brush of your fingers, thighs brushing against his with every move, your flowery scent wrapping around his heart to squeeze tight. Breath punched from his lungs when your knee makes slight contact with his erection. Shooting pleasurable fireworks off behind his closed lids. Wishing for your hands on his body, wondering what they’d feel like over bare skin. If you’d shy away from the scars littering his flesh or… he wouldn’t, didn’t need to think about the alternative.

Unsure why he gasped you move from between his legs and look upon his face confused as to his ridge posture eyes held tightly closed. Insecurities rushing through your mind, setting up shop to remind you no man let alone someone as handsome as Bucky would ever want to look at you. Shoving back those thoughts to ask, “You okay Bucky?”

“Fucking fabulous doll,” bitting out the words while trying to reign in the need to grab hold of your hips, bringing you back against him. Wanting to find out if you’d fit as good or better than what he’s imagined during those dream filled nights he doesn’t talk about with anyone. “Finished?” Praying you’ll say yes, the temptation becoming almost unbearable.

Unconvinced by his words but pushes that aside and stepping farther back to round him, grabbing up the trimmer on the way with a numbered comb. “Almost but then I still have your beard to do.”

“Fuck,” low gravely voice intones the single word hoping you’ve not heard and cursing the heaven for this test of his will and desires. In another life Bucky wouldn’t have hesitated to ask you out, wine and dine with dancing till midnight. Taking you home with a simple kiss of promise with more to come. But he’s different now and you don’t deserve to have a broken man on your hands.

Swallowing harshly to cover your growing need to escape and bury yourself in another program or book to distract from those awful thoughts running around in your mind. Replaying all the brush offs and look aways as rejection shattering your heart. Pushing you to finish his new hair cut that much quicker. “Done, now how short you want your beard?”

“Gone,” knowing exactly what he’s saying and damning himself to the torture of a different kind.

Coming back in front of him, you slip between his parted knees so easily a thought you try to push away while switching the trimmer combs and flicking the on button. Carefully cupping his left cheek while shortening the right for a closer shave once your done. “Surely you didn’t just let them capture you.” Returning to a safer subject other than how good his bearded jaw felt in your warm palm. Wondering how it’d feel in other places.

“Offered myself up for a little bloody torture and a few broken bones. I’m here to tell the tale instead of those guys Y/N. They're off the streets and we have the information needed to finish taking down LAF.” Teeth gritting to keep from rubbing his jaw into your palm, from turning to kiss the center and devour you with his mouth.

Pausing a moment, “But you could’ve gotten killed James.” Sorrow coloring the cadence of your tone, eyes filled with fear at what could’ve happened. “You should’ve called me, I could’ve helped.”

Heart stopping, never had you spoken his first name, always Bucky or Buck, Barnes when your angry but never James. Opening his darken cerulean orbs breath trapped somewhere between lungs and mouth at the sorrow written deep in those eyes he never could not stare into. Heart hammering back to life with the subtle brushing of your fingers over his cheek, “Would it have matter?”

Confusion tips your head to the side, “What you dying or me helping?”

“Dying,” single word dropped like a bomb destroying everything in the path.

“James,” softly spoken with so much emotion held within the countenance of your features. Watching the ghosts float through those beautiful cerulean eyes, memories of a time he couldn’t control, of deeds done to people who didn’t deserve the pain and death he dealt out as the Fist of Hydra. Tears gloss over your eyes once again trying to blink them away to keep them from clogging your emotions filled throat. “It matter’s Barnes, matters to a lot of people you’re just too stubborn to realize that.” Shaking your head to clear the fog and get back to work.

Speechless Bucky just sits there letting you finish up trimmer the hair away as if trying to erase the past months, the torture he let happen with no regard to his personal well being. During this time your words chase around his mind, combined with Sam’s out right demand of him to never put himself in harms way like that again. Adding more questions added than any true answers. Delicate fingers brush over trimmed facial hair bringing him back to the present right as you move to take the barber’s cape from around his neck. Missing the warmth of your touch, heat radiating from your body, your scent filling his nose and making him drunk on you.

Folding the cape to drape over your arm, “I’ll shave you as well come back inside.” Voice slightly rough with unshed tears avoiding looking directly at Bucky and missing the longing written in the ocean pools. Mistaking his lack of response for rejection of your words and feelings. You enter the house placing the small hand load down and moving a chair over towards the sink. Returning to grab up the shaving cream and razor, pulling a fresh wash cloth from the draw by the sink too wet it hot.

“You don’t have to,” entering and closing the back door with the heel of his boot. Bucky leans against the counter watching you with a closed expression. Pain dull but still worming its way through his veins along with so many thoughts.

Glancing his way, “I know,” motioning with a wave of your hand, “but if I don’t that beard’ll come back in short order and we’ll have to do this all over again.” Going for playful to ease the tension built from the lingering words of out on the porch, “Bring your ass over here Buck.”

Your change in mood has a confused frown pulling his mouth down but complies with the order. Taking up the seat with spread legs and turned up face watching you wring out the wash cloth. Using your elbow and tipping his head back to gently place the hot cloth around what’s left of his beard to soften the hair and wake up the pores. Catching the small muffled groan, “To hot?”

“No, perfect,” faintly hearing the two simple words you grab up the shaving cream to put a generous amount in your palm before pulling the quickly cooling cloth from his face. Tossing it towards the sink and applying a layer of cream to his skin. Left overs rinsed from your hands quickly before drying and grasping the razor with steady hands. “Just a little off the top if you please,” boyish smirk slips over his lips tipping cream covered cheeks up while trying to be funny.

Eyes rolling, “To late for that one top’s already taken care of.” Using the pad of your thumb to push the skin of his cheek taunt. Carefully dragging the razor over his flesh intending to keep your gaze directed towards working the blade over his check. However, you’re unable to do so while cleaning the razor as your eyes dart up catching the fact Bucky’s gaze firmly rests on your face. Heat blooming across your body, eyes drop back to his cheek intent on getting finished quickly to avoid any farther embarrassment.

Meanwhile Bucky maps every feature of your face, the slant of your nose, set of your eyes, cupids bow of your top lip. Visions of drawing the plump flesh in for a bite and pull before letting go with a wet pop, filter through his mind. Finding himself in a rather precarious predicament, thighs spread to accommodate your body, his palms itch to grasp and tug you into his lap. Bitting back a moan each touch brings, the gentleness tearing a new hole in armored covered heart. Wanting to keep you out but finding it harder to do every time you show the kindness his life lacked for decades.

Minds eye drawing the curves of your cheeks, lips twitching to caress, fingers tapping trapped in plaster and cloth against his body. Wanting to brush his knuckles over your throat to gently grasp the back of your neck and bring your lips against his for a slow sweet drink of the tempting cavern of your warm mouth. Only snapping back to reality with the soft brush of your fingers along his jawline.

Searching for any hairs left behind, soothingly palming his cheeks with cool hands desperate to taste his skin. Drag your lips over the same spots the razor just graced. Teasing the tip of your tongue along the hard edge of his jaw to place a kiss just below his ear. Tempted to even suck a mark for everyone to see. You swallow harshly removing your hands from his cheeks to rinse and warm up the cloth to clean off any residual shaving cream from his face.

“Finished,” clearing your emotions clogged throat, stepping towards the sink, your profile the only side Bucky sees as you work to clean up the mess.

Feeling rather than hearing him stand heat radiating of his body just a few inches shy of brushing against yours. “Thank you doll,” impulsively leaning forward to brush his lips over your cheek. Lingering longer than he should but unable too stop himself from pressing soft slight chapped lips to the corner of your mouth. “Next time I need shavin’ I know who to come too,” breathing the words before pulling away, taking his leaving quickly to keep from doing something even stupider. Like wrap you up into his arms and actually kissing those pillow soft lips. Backdoor swinging closed a little harder than he meant in his bid to get away from your warmth and tempting body.

Frozen in place, skin tingling from just that slight press while your heart beats almost out of your chest. Pounding against your rib cage so hard fear it’ll crack a rib any second now. White knuckles grip the sinks edge, heat flaring across your body to pool low and throb through your lady parts. Thighs unconsciously rub together needing friction to alleviate the ache growing between your legs.

“Did you cut him or take a hunk of hair out and now he looks like Frankenstein monster?” Teasing tone to his quip, Sam enters the kitchen still staring at the back door. Having watched the exchange from the darkened hallway. Reverting his eyes to your back, taking in the ridge posture of your spine with a slight very subtle shake. “Y/N what’s wrong?” Swiftly coming up behind you, hands gripping your shoulders to turn you around. “Did Bucky say or do something wrong?” Worry creasing his brow the want to hold you close growing with each second your not in his arms.

Looking up into the kind russet eyes flashing with concern and worry, “No,” head shaking, “no he didn’t Sam just…” unable to stop yourself from burying your body against Sam’s firm chest. Trying to figure out how to explain what’s running around in your head. The indecision, thoughts you know shouldn’t roll through your mind doing just that as your arms wind around his trim waist.

“Just what sweetheart?” Wanting to help smooth things over between his two best friends even if it meant swallowing his own feelings.

Keeping your eyes closed, breathing in his cedar wood and citrus scent, burying your nose against his collarbone. Always able to calm the raging storm of emotions boiling through your veins. Confusion setting in with those same tingles you feel when Bucky touches you now dances across your body at the warmth of Sam’s arms cradling you close. Reminding you of earlier when his chest pressed to your back strong hands gently placed on your shoulders. The shiver you suppressed at the touch of both men. At the memory your eyes pop open and you quickly push away from Sam as if he’s burnt you. Needing to escape and figure out what’s going on.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter, I’m sorry,” feet quickly taking you from the kitchen into the safe arms of your bedroom.

Missing the confused look marring Sam’s face that turns into hurt at the way you’ve shoved him aside. Body sagging against the counter, hand rubbing at the back of his neck searching for what’s changed in such a short period of time.

“Men, blind and just plain foolish,” landing a hard hit to his shoulder, which he rubs to alleviate the pain. Sarah comes up beside her older brother with a raised brow. “Still don’t get it? Searching for exactly why she reacted so strongly? Think Samuel use that big brain you have and actually put it to good use.”

Frown creasing between his eyes and drawing his lips down, “Left behind sucks Sarah that’s all it amounts to. But we… I couldn’t have her along, wouldn’t risk her life like that.”

“Has nothing to do with leaving her home Sam,” giving him a meaningful look that still bewilders him. “Why didn’t you want her along but you took Bucky with you?”

“He’s a super soldier Sar he can take the hits not that I want him hurt either. Shit when he let himself get captured,” moving towards the abandoned chair to plop down heavily. “He scared the living shit outta me, I thought…” hard to swallow the memories of watching those men pulling an unconscious Bucky into a van. Driving off before he could plant a tracker and barely able to get up with bruised ribs making breathing painful. Sam runs a hand over the short hair unsure when things got so complicated between the three of them.

Pulling up a chair in front of Sam, “You’d lost him?” Seeing the nod Sarah’s features softened knowing from the tell’s she picked up watching the three of them for so long. “You love them?”

“What?” Head whipping up so quickly making Sam wince. “Of course I do but not like that I mean their family, you know I’ll do anything to protect my family.”

Hand resting on his shoulder, “You keep telling yourself that big bro maybe one day you’ll actually believe it and able to push those feelings away good enough to keep them at arms length.” Looking up at her, “Just a word of advice,” seeing him nod, “don’t push those emotions away, you deserve that love they both would readily give you.”

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Softly closing the door behind you heading towards the ensuite bathroom for a nice cold shower, preforming your nightly routine, and shutting off every light except the one beside your bed. Falling into the soft mattress with your current book keeping you company for the rest of the night. Eyes start to droop, words blur and you read the same sentence half a dozen times. Book falling against your chest as a yawn takes over your features.

Body stretching out against cool sheets jumping when a soft knock echos around your room, eyes darting towards the clock to see its just a little passed mid night. Slowly getting out of bed, pulling the extra long dark blue with little pink flowers dotting the sleep shirt down to cover your ass and thighs. Thinking its Sarah checking on you, eyes shocked wide with the small crack you open the door to spy Bucky standing there fidgeting.

“Everything all right Buck?” Opening the door wider to lean against the casing arms crossed just under your breasts.

Swallowing, glancing from your eyes to lips repeatedly. Trying to form the words he wants to speak when the decision makes itself clear and Bucky surges forward. Gently wrapping vibranium fingers around the back of your neck and bragging you against his strong chest. Slanting his lips against yours, nipping your bottom lip to make you gasp and slipping his eager tongue passed into the warm depths of your mouth. Leading the kiss and praying he’s not wrong.

Rewarded by your arms winding around his neck careful of his injures. Fingers tugging at the now shorten strands thanks to your expect hands. Garnering a low moan from the depths of his chest, one that rambles with a pleased hum as you return the kiss. Tangling your tongues together making nothing soft nor gentle about this melding of mouths. Only breaking apart for both of you to gasp for air.

“No, nothing’s all right doll. I can’t stop thinking about you,” resting your foreheads together sharing common air. Fingers at the base of your skull massaging the tension with surprisingly easy pressure. “I’d done fighting, done pushing you away, I need you Y/N.”

“James?” Lips tingling from a kiss you’ve only dreamt about as confusion marring your tone, eyes blinking a few times to make sure you’ve pushed the sleepy haze from your mind.

Soft groan issues at hearing you whisper just first name, hand slipping down to wrap around your waist and pull your taut to his body. “If…” trying to push the next words past his lips, “if you don’t want…”

“Us, we need to know now sweetheart. We won’t push you into anything you don’t want,” Sam’s voice full of desire and longing cuts across Bucky’s for a moment.

Making you look up from eyes locked with Bucky to stare at Sam trying to process his words, the look in those beautiful russet eyes you can’t pull yours away from. Till Bucky presses a kiss to just below your ear, “We know it’s a lot to take in doll and you can say no…”

“I,” gulping like a fish out of water, heat thumping through your veins at the unspoken promise both sets of eyes show. “I don’t know what to say.”

Stepping forward to push you back a step so Sam can fully enter your bedroom and close the door. He comes behind you sandwiching your body between two walls of muscle and masculine warmth. Pressing a kiss to the opposite cheek, lips brushing over the shell of your ear, “There’s no going back sweetheart you’re ours if you say yes. But if the answer is no I’m not going to lie things will change. Awkward as hell yes especially at first but I,” Bucky clears his throat to which Sam nods, “we would work through that with you. Loosing your friendship can’t happen no matter what.”

Removing yourself from between their warm bodies to collapse at the end of the bed, head in your hands. Mind so confused, a jumbled mix of desire and lust touched with a heavy dose of love that scares the living shit outta you. Feeling the bed dip on either side, removing your hands to glance at both men. Seeing the reassurance in those cerulean and russet orbs you swallow to wet your parched throat. Gaining strength to finally speak, “I don’t want to loose either of you,” looking between both men. Taking each hand within your own, “But this last mission taught me I don’t want to deny my feelings any longer.”

“What feelings doll?” Giving your hand an encouraging squeeze.

Looking into Bucky’s cerulean eyes, “I’m in love with both of you.” Switching to Sam’s russet orbs seeing the blatant want shining only boosts your confidence to lean over. Cupping his jaw and bringing your lips against his. Different from the kiss you shared with Bucky. Who’s bottom lip begs for a nibbling, Sam’s fuller lips press against your own in tender caresses.

Gentler too, a soft slant of his mouth against yours, pressing twice at different angles before tracing over your bottom lip. Gaining entrance on a sigh of need to check in with your tongue before tangling together. Heated palm cupping your cheek, thumb brushing over the apple twice while he artfully pillages your mouth. Drawing out a low moan squeak following when a set of lips slide over the side of your neck nibbling a short path to suck a mark behind your ear. Making you weak and boneless against Sam, who releases your cheek and hand to grip your hips, having you straddle his thighs.

Kiss breaking for air, “I’m to heavy Sam, your hip.”

“You’re prefect baby girl no arguing understand?” Cupping your ass in both hands to roll your hips against the hard bulge of his erection. Teeth gritting at how good you feel in his arms, the damp heat of your core only serving to make him grow harder with each brush against your cloth covered pussy. Sam reclaims your mouth, this kiss much different. Desperate and demanding taking no prisoners this time as he immediately slips his tongue back into your mouth. Pulling a groan from deep within your chest, arms going around his neck to help move your body against his. The delicious friction sending jolts of pleasure radiating out over your body, clit throbbing with a need you’ve never felt before.

Hissing at the cool sensations of Bucky’s vibranium fingers drawing circles across your back. Pushing your sleep shirt off your body arms raising, breaking the kiss to accomplish the task. Looking over your shoulder at the bare chested Barnes, mouth salivating at the sight eager to touch and kiss every inch. Brought back to Sam with the heat of his mouth connecting to your pulse, adding his own mark to your body while his callused fingers dances across your back.

Cursing his rotten luck for not having use of one hand, Bucky steps forward lowering to his knees carefully. Brushing his lips along your spine while cool alloyed fingers sweep around your body between you and Sam to trace a line between your breasts. Head dropping back to Bucky’s shoulder and baring your breasts to Sam’s hungry glaze and Bucky’s questing fingers.

“So beautiful,” words whispered reverently from Sam’s lips against the damp column of your throat. Mouth tasting each inch of your skin he can reach. Till moist heat circles your nipple, wet tip of his tongue coming out to flick the tightly budded peak before sucking harshly. In contrast to the cool patterns Bucky draws, taking the time to tug before pinching just hard enough that your back arches into Sam’s mouth.

Pushing into Bucky at your back a whimper parting your gasping lips. Needing more of both men surrounding you, slick coating your trembling thighs as you clinch around nothing. Dragging a whine of desperation from you soul,“Please,” single word escaping your mouth.

“What doll? What do you want?” Drawing his lips up to your ear, nipping the lobe bringing it between his teeth giving a sharp bite at the same time Sam flicks his tongue over your nipple.

Letting go with a wet pop, smiling at the whine exiting your heaving chest, “I think out girl needs more Buck. Any thoughts on how to please her?” Brow wiggling over your shoulder at Bucky who just smirks.

Fingers sliding down then under the band of your panties to find you soaked and pulsing. Cool metal meeting heated flesh makes you jolt in Sam’s arms. Grinding down into those wonderful fingers and against the thick ridge of Sam’s cock.

“Don’t stop please,” gasping head lolling back, your eyes close as sensations crash through your veins. Tight coil starting to form with just the brush of his fingers.

Maneuvering closer to slip two fingers into your clinching channel. Deep groan vibrating through his chest and into your back, “Fuck Sam she’s tight and so wet for us. I bet she tastes just as good as she feels.” Rocking your hips, fucking his fingers desperate for that high traveling up from the bottom of your spine. Tickling your tummy with jolts of pleasure only to have it diminish when Bucky pulls his fingers out.

Frustrated whine leaving your lips only to choke on air when Bucky offers one of the fingers perviously buried inside your cunt to Sam. Who doesn’t hesitate to wrap his lips around the single digit, groaning at the very taste of your essence. Circling the tip with his tongue, making sure to clear every drop off while keeping eye contact with Bucky. Mimicking with his mouth how he’d suck Bucky’s cock, garnering a growl from deep within his chest. Letting go with a smirk, “Even better Buck and I bet from the source it’s simply heaven.”

“Only way to find out,” answering grin firmly in place he raises from the floor. Helping you stand on shaky legs turning you to face him. Capturing your lips in an open mouth kiss, flicking his tongue against yours, teasing your bottom lip and drawing out another frustrated groan making him chuckle. “Don’t worry doll we promise you won’t go unsatisfied we’re going to take care of your every need.”

“Don’t tease her Buck it’s not fair,” glint of mischief sparking through those russet eyes that only Bucky catches since your still face him. Sam comes up behind to pressing his bare chest against your back, hands resting on your hips, tugging and letting the band of your panties snap back against your skin. “You can still say no.”

Wiggling back against Sam then pressing forward to feel the hard line of Bucky’s erection against your lower tummy. Knowing why he’s asking, seeing the same sentiment mirrored in Bucky’s eyes that warms your heart filling with love for both men. “Now who’s teasing Samuel,” reaching behind you to slide your palm over his ridged cock giving a squeeze at the same time you palm Bucky. “I’m sure my loves,” enjoying the answering growls from both men. Before another word leaves your lips Sam tugs down your panties letting them pool at your feet as Bucky moves you towards the bed.

Swiping the book from the mattress to lay on the nightstand, smile on his lips at finding the well loved copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. Bringing you to sit then lay back against the cool sheets, trailing his vibranium fingers from your cheek down between your breasts. Circling each nipple, giving the right a light pinch that has your back arching and a gasp existing your paired lips. Distracted till Sam gently grips your left ankle, spreading you open to slide between your legs. Pressing kisses alone the inside of your leg towards your thigh. Soft bread tickling your skin making giggles erupt from your mouth.

“I think she likes that Sam,” the comment spoken against your ear. Placing a kiss to your cheek, “Have to remember to let my own beard grow back out.”

Whimpering softly at the thought one hand fisting the sheets as Sam draws his tongue over the crease between thigh and groin. Purposefully avoiding the spot you want him most, “Payback is a bitch boys,” words growled out right as Bucky envelopes your left nipple into the heat of his mouth.

“Teasing half the fun sweetheart have patience,” looking up from between your legs. Stiffen tongue drawing up from your entrance to clit, circling the little throbbing nub and making your back arch, gasping for air.

“Fuck,” single word breathed from deep within your body. Sweat starting to bead across your forehead. Head tossed back into the pillow free hand carding through Bucky’s chestnut hair tugging the strands harshly till he lets your breast go with a wet pop. You guide his mouth up to yours, demandingly taking the kiss over, slipping your tongue into his mouth this time. Swallowing your moans of delight with each thrust of his tongue. Matching the pace Sam sets against your dripping cunt.

Rutting into the mattress to find the prefect friction hoping to ease for a moment the throbbing of his cock. “Stop stealing all those pretty noises Barnes I wanna hear our girl,” reaching up to smack the other mans thigh hard enough to break the two of you apart.

“Sorry not sorry,” giving him a smirk while licking his lips from the heated kiss.

Filing away the fact Bucky knows what means only to have any thought fly from your mind as two thick fingers enter your quivering channel. Slowly thrusting, his mouth suctioned onto your clit, drawing little short patterns making your thighs shake around his head. Slacking off to lazily place kisses over those thighs but still pumping his fingers, crooking them into a come hither motion to brush over that special spongy spot.

Blooming stars behind your tightly closed eyes, “Watch him doll, see how much you loves devouring that pretty cunt.” Voice rough with arousal against your ear, Bucky’s metal fingers dancing over your chest only adding to your heighten state of desire.

At his command you eyes open to lock with Sam’s passion blown blacken eyes. Moaning at the picture he presents you with, panting breath as you keep drawing closer to your orgasm. Only to have Sam back off creating frustrating tension in your body. Gritting out, “I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum.”

Smirk showing in those beloved eyes as he doubles down on your clit. Lips puffy but forming a perfect O too suction and flick his tongue over the engorged nerve bundle. Fingers, third added to stretch you open and picking the pace up as your mouth drops wide in a scream Bucky devours with a deep kiss. To keep from waking the kids or Sarah, his own body on fire with a need to have you both.

Tingles quickly dancing through your veins, breath panting as you break from Bucky’s mouth, one hand gripping the sheets below the other still buried in his hair. Body on fire as you near that perfect orgasm Sam’s intent on giving you.

Denial’s not just a river in Egypt as your eyes pop open at the knock on your door. Reminiscent of what your sluggish brain comes to understand as just a very vivid dream. One that makes your heart drop with the book that’d lay on your chest now face down on the carpeted floor. You stand checking the time of mid night before heading to the door and finding Sarah on the other side with ice cream in hand.

“Figured you might need some cheering up,” letting her in and taking the bowl of your favorite ice cream.

Vivid dream lingering though you don’t share feeling a TMI moment she doesn’t and most likely wouldn’t want to know about her big brother. You steer the topics away from the non existent love life to plans for tomorrow and the coming weekend.

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flirting with chenle on knowing bros

you were a member of a girl group with 6 members

you being the youngest ofc

that day you were filming a variety show

knowing bros

and you LOVED that show

mainly bc heechul’s in it

and he’s hilarious asf

and bc he’s dating your senior

anyways u were told ur group wasn’t the only guest they had for the episode

the only info u received was that it was a boy group

part of you hoped it was nct dream

you had developed a tiny your leader would say giant crush on a certain chinese member

renjun

jk no its one and only zhong chenle

you had watched previous variety shows w nct dream in it

and he never failed to amaze you

his personality, voice, charm, and screaming never failed to put a smile on your face

the only interaction you had was during boom era

you had just debuted and both ur group and dream were nominated for first place on a music show

after winning, the boys of dream congratulated ur group in the hallways

“you guys just debuted? that’s so impressive wow” the blonde one, jeno exclaimed

you swore you saw ur leader blush a little

“congratulations~ i can’t lie and say ur song sucks” haechan — you recognized — chuckled

renjun started singing ur groups title track and the boys started dancing along to the chorus

both groups shared a laugh and just overall had a great time

it was great

with all the pressure both groups got from their big companies, it was nice to just laugh everything off once in a while

until ur managers called you to return to the dorms

and their manager called theirs

as it was you, chenle, and jisung’s curfew

you said ur goodbyes and as u were leaving

chenle accidentally bumped on ur shoulder

u gasped from the sudden feeling of ur bare shoulder in contact with his denim jacket

“oh my gosh i’m so sorry! ah~ you okay?” he said

eyebrows furrowed in the cutest way possible as he was worried

u blushed and got lost in his eyes

then u came back to reality as u shook ur head

“ah yes.. i-i’m fine.. sunbaenim” you bowed as he was technically ur senior

“oh okay that’s a relief. by the way, just call me chenle oppa. sunbaenim’s too formal, don’t you think?”

“o-oppa..?” you questioned while tilting ur head

“y-you don’t have to if it makes u uncomfortable!” he blushed, regretting what he just said

“no it’s okay. i think it’s cute. bye chenle oppa!” you giggled as you waved at him and left to go to your managers car.

he smiled to himself for a good minute until jaemin called him to get into the car

damn jyp why u gotta have a stupid three year dating ban

was all the orange-haired boy could think of

fast forward ur group had ur first comeback already n dream came back w ridin

as you were both promoting at the same time, the chances were very likely they’d be the other group on the episode

filming started and there you were w ur groupmates w ur school uniforms on

u wore a white sweater and a white dress shirt underneath with a short plaid skirt that had a matching tie hanging around your collar

after introductions and a conversation w the cast

a knock was heard from the door on ur left

a blue haired boy walked in confidently

na jaemin????

and so came the rest of dream

OH FRICK CHENLE’S HERE

ACT NATURAL

ur group moved a little to the right to make room for the boys as they walked to the desk where all the guests would introduce themselves

they did their greeting which u memorized in ur head

a bunch of conversations and segment went by

until the cast introduced a new one

it was called flutter my heart

cheesy

but cute

the challenge was easy

one person had to use a machine that would detect their heartbeat

and the other would have to try their best to make the opposing player’s heartbeat go faster than usual

u were divided into two teams

ur group vs dream

duh

laughter was everywhere as some of ur groupmates try flirt w dream and vice versa

starting with ur visual cringing at hyucks aegyo

and then ur leader making jeno lose in a second by winking at him

renjun serenading ur main vocalist

which turned into a duet

ur japanese member reciting anime lines

in which jaemin fell hard for

not in a dirty way no

then jisung calling ur oldest “noona”

in which she cringed

poor sungie lost :(

then as if the writers knew about ur crush on him

u were paired w him

it was ur turn to make his heart flutter

were u nervous? duh.

but were u gonna take advantage of the situation to flirt with ur crush of 3 months? absolutely.

so they put the detector on his chest and you had 5 minutes to make this boi go loco

u were bold and went for his hands

ur tiny fingers intertwined with his slender ones

even without looking at the machine

u could tell his heartbeat was going one million miles per hour

u were only holding his hands and his ears were already red asf

“oppa~ you’re so cute when you’re flustered~” you say with sparkling eyes

if ur hands in his didnt already kill him, then ur intense eye contact would

u let go of him hands as you crashed ur body in his and placed your arms on his shoulders

“oppa have you eaten today?” you innocently asked

“i-i.. n-no..” he couldn’t even breathe steadily

u smirked at his cute reaction

u reached for his hands once again, bodies still inches apart

“me too” you pouted

“should we go out then? just the two of us?” you stared at his fully red face

“pleaseeee” you pouted

chenle swore he was mentally melting inside

“she’s so competitive!” jisung yelled in the background

you couldn’t hear him tho, u were too busy thinking of ur next move

“20 seconds left!” heechul reminded

“oppa am i pretty?” u rhetorically asked

the taller boy opened his mouth to say yes, looking for revenge

but before his plan could succeed you placed a finger on his lips

“don’t say anything. just kiss me if your answer if yes.” you calmly said

you were exploding inside tho

ur members were screaming

some cringing

some actually enjoying it

they never knew this side of their maknae

“i guess so~” he muttered, enough for u to hear

u were taken aback by his answer in a good way as u suddenly blushed

he inched his face closer to yours and—

“TIMES UP!” heechul exclaimed

“woahhh i think you won that one” your groups visual said in shocked

you laughed as you turn back to ur members to see their reactions

ur gaze returned to chenle as he was still as red as a tomato

dreamies teasing him more than ever

although you didn’t win

curse u jeno why tf does ur heart beat so fast

chenle still couldn’t stop thinking about what happened

filming ended and you went to your waiting rooms to change back

you were at the women’s bathroom as you were fixing ur hair, looking at the mirror

you had tucked out ur shirt that was previously tucked in and slowly you unbuttoned the lower buttons that were super tight

“hey,” a lower voice called out

“pervert!” you exclaimed without knowing who it was as you covered ur lower stomach

for all you could know it could be a creepy staff member

he raised his arms in defense

“ah it’s just you chenle oppa”

u released ur hands from ur body

chenle’s eyes couldn’t help but land on ur abs

ears getting red again as he looked back into ur eyes

“i gotta go soon so i’ll make this short”

u tilted ur head as a sign to listen

“i don’t know if u were being serious or if it was just for the sake of the show but u should eat. it’s 3pm fill ur stomach. wouldn’t want u starving” he smiled as he handed you a block of chewing gum with pink wrapping paper around it

“ur so cheesy oppa” you blushed “but thank you”

wide smiled were exchanged as you bid your goodbyes

eh why not eat it now, i’m in the mood for something sweet

you unwrapped the hot pink paper

as you were about to pop the tiny block in ur mouth

u spotted something written on the paper with what seemed like a black sharpie

you’re so cute. wanna have rappoki some time in myeongdong? -lele oppa

ur whole face was as red as renjuns in mfal

but not as red as when u turned the paper around to see

text or call me whenever you can. don’t wanna lose a gem like you. xxx-xxx-xxx (my number if u were wondering lol)

you chuckled as you read that and the last little message

i’d wait all three years if it meant getting papa park jinyoung’s approval

he really was one of a kind

zhong chenle.

[cosmic-hearts]

castles in the air | lee donghyuck | two

lee donghyuck x female reader

genre; enemies-to-lovers, friendship, romance, fluff, angst

warnings; mentions of alcohol and drinking in this chapter!

foreword; in which you might be a real-life princess with a prince promised to you right from the start, but you won’t be getting your happy ever after. 

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You stand before your wardrobe, faced with yet another clothing dilemma. You love fashion and dressing up, you really do, but sometimes it can be a real pain in the ass. 

If this were another soirée or evening function, you’d know exactly what to wear—that gorgeous Isabella Militao dress you’d been saving for a spectacular debut. That would be sure to make jaws drop; it was a gift fashioned by the loving hand of Aphrodite herself. 

But you’re going to a high school party, and you don’t think girls turned up in the latest garb fresh off the runways of New York Fashion Week. 

You think back to when Donghyuck asked you to go to the party with him (“because we actually need to seem like we’re dating”), and you asked him what to wear. He’d scoffed and you nearly socked him in the face.

“How would I know? Your parents literally own Seoul’s biggest fashion brand. And you’ll look good in whatever.”

If that had been a genuine compliment, you would have been flattered. But it was the tone in which he’d said it, that matter-of-fact, detached voice devoid of any tinge of personal belief or emotion that made it clear he was merely stating a truism, an indisputable fact. He might as well have said that the sky was blue. 

You eventually decide on a red sleeveless silk floral dress that stops slightly above mid-thigh. It’s not exactly the most modest article of clothing you own, but it’ll have to do. 

When you get in Donghyuck’s car, he doesn’t even glance over to see what you’re wearing, a stark reminder that this clearly isn’t a real date. You on the other hand, can’t help but sneak peeks at his outfit (it’s just the fashionista in you, you swear): a denim jacket thrown over a casual white button-up shirt and dark jeans. A simple look, but surprisingly he makes it work. 

You quickly look away before he catches you staring.

He drives in complete silence and before long you reach your destination. Upon entering the house, Donghyuck immediately leaves your side to reunite with five other boys; you have to stand alone for a hot minute and bear witness to the fist bumps, back slaps and bro hugs going all around.

“Who’s this?” One of the boys asks, his blue hair gleaming underneath the faux strobe lights. 

You open your mouth to reply, but Donghyuck beats you to it. “My girlfriend. Everyone, this is Y/N.” He sounds like he’s gritting his teeth while introducing you as his girlfriend, which makes you want to laugh; after all, he’s brought this upon himself.

“Hi,” you say, smiling at the boys, “it’s nice to meet you guys.”

“Hi, I’m Jaemin,” the blue-haired boy steps forward and says, flashing you a wide grin that sparks a curious flutter in your chest. 

“Did you break up with Sohui?” A brooding, dark-haired boy asks Donghyuck. It’s clear to see that he has none of that chipper energy Jaemin possesses.

Donghyuck’s gaze becomes shifty and he clears his throat awkwardly before replying, “Yeah.”

What a lie.

Before you can think too much about it, Jaemin whisks you all away for a game of spin the bottle. The consequence? 7 minutes in heaven. 

You’d heard of the game before but you didn’t think people actually played it at parties; it all seemed so terribly cliche. Looks like you were dead wrong, because once the bottle lands Jaemin and then you everyone’s in an uproar and you’re panicking because you really don’t want to lose your first kiss to a stranger, however hot he may be. Heck, you’d rather do it with Donghyuck; at least he’s a familiar enemy. 

Jaemin smirks at you and grabs your wrist, gesturing towards a nearby closet (god, the sheer disgrace you feel, what would your parents say?) and your heart starts thumping in your ribcage, the butterflies from earlier entirely gone. You contemplate breaking out into a sprint for the bathroom or just running out to the garage and driving Donghyuck’s car away into the night. You look over at Donghyuck, hoping that he can read your mind and get you out of this situation (you know he hates you but surely he doesn’t hate you that much), but he’s staring at you with a glazed expression on his face and you can’t believe he’s about to offer you up like a lamb to the slaughter, that asshole—

“I’ll do it instead,” Donghyuck suddenly stands and grabs your free hand, tugging you away from Jaemin. Without waiting for his response he drags you behind him to the closet, pulls you in and shuts the door with a loud slam. 

You release the breath you’d unconsciously been holding and start to sink down onto the cushions littered about in the dark, dank and cramped space, but then you stop short Donghyuck places a hand on your arm. He shrugs off his jacket and shoves it into your hands, whispering, “Your dress.”

When you two are finally seated, his jacket draped over your lap, you ask in a slight whisper, “What do we do now?”

At this, Donghyuck breaks out into a sardonic smile, leaning in close to whisper in your ear, “We’re not going to do anything. Don’t forget that I have a girlfriend, and if I kiss you, you might just fall in love with me. Can’t risk that now, can we?” 

You try to ignore the way his breath tickles your ear and the fact that it’s not an entirely uncomfortable sensation. You hate the way Donghyuck plays with you like this, as though he’s constantly reminding you that he will never be yours, arranged marriage or not.

You press yourself into your corner of the closet to get as far away as possible from him, before taking out your phone and instinctively scrolling through Twitter, your lifeline—it’s almost like a coping mechanism, the way you try to get lost in your timeline filled with pictures of the Albertine bookstore and 90’s Chanel gowns to try and forget the fact that you’re currently stuck in a musty closet with your childhood enemy. Donghyuck does the same; he pulls out his phone and starts typing rapidly. You figure he’s texting Sohui to complain.

Before long the 7 minutes are up and the boys are pounding on the closet door. You sigh; they sound like ravenous zombies lying in wait to chew you out when you emerge. You’re about to push the door open when Donghyuck puts a hand on your arm; you turn to face him with the most annoyed expression can muster. What now?

Without warning, he reaches behind you and pulls out the scrunchie that’s holding your hair in a high ponytail. You nearly yelp at him in surprise as your hair spills past your shoulders, utterly dishevelled (also, that’s a limited edition Chanel scrunchie right there) but he must have seen it coming because he places his hand over your mouth, quick as a flash. Leaning in close, he whispers in your ear, “We have to look like we just made out, idiot.”

You flash him an angry glare which soon turns into a look of sheer embarrassment as he unbuttons the first few buttons of his shirt, a sliver of light through the crack in the closet falling on his now exposed collarbone. You look away hastily, thankful that the darkness obscures the blush creeping up your cheekbones. 

He’s about to push open the door when he suddenly hisses, “Shit, I almost forgot the most important thing. I need to get some of your lip gloss off.”

Against your better judgement, you acquiesce. Anything to get out of this literal hellhole.

Closing your eyes, you feel a warm palm on the back of your head and you brace yourself. You feel his thumb running across your bottom lip in one swift but gentle motion, and when you open your eyes he’s swiping it across his own. 

The blush in your cheeks intensifies and you look away quickly. 

Finally, Donghyuck pushes open the door and a flood of electric purple light streams in. The boys whoop and cheer, and Jaemin invites you to sit next to him. You happily do so, desiring to be in the proximity of anyone other than Donghyuck—you might just combust with embarrassment if you sat next to him after that horrendous episode.

“Are you good at drinking, Y/N?” Jaemin asks, his smile as striking as his cobalt blue hair. He really is a heartthrob. 

“Somewhat,” you say, being deliberately evasive; you aren’t about to let him know that your tolerance was limited to dainty sips of Sauvignon Blanc or Chardonnay typically served at the high-end functions you went to.

“Great! Let’s play a drinking game then,” he says, winking, and the butterflies in your stomach make it hard for you to resist.

Over the course of the next hour, you find yourself in an endless cycle of drinking games—you weren’t bad at those games, and it wasn’t very often that you had to drink, but when you did, the single shot of soju burned your throat on the way down and seemed to erode your consciousness along the way. You can feel your cheeks getting hotter and hotter, and the laughing faces of the boys seem to pass by in a hazy blur. 

“Y/N,” a low voice chimes in your ear; it’s a stern, familiar voice. You frown instinctively; you have a pretty good idea of who it is, even if you can’t see him. “Stop it. You don’t have to keep drinking if you can’t handle it.”

You wave him off; there’s no way you’re drunk. “Who… Who said I can’t handle it? I’m no… lightweight.”

“Yeah… She seems to be managing fine, right Y/N?” Another voice, this one slurred and a little too mirthful to be sober. A flash of blue hair. It’s the cute boy, you think to yourself and smile.

“Enough,” the stern voice cuts in again, right when you are about to reach up and touch the boy’s hair, to see if it feels like cotton candy as much as it looks.

You feel an arm snaking round your waist, forcing you to stand up. Your head rests on something firm and solid; it’s almost comfortable, but you want to keep drinking. You have to prove that you can hold your liquor; you are Y/N, for goodness’ sake, and you can do anything you set your mind to.

But before you can open your mouth to protest, the world begins to spin and darkness swallows you whole; you have no choice but to fall into it without resistance.

—

This isn’t what Donghyuck envisioned when you decided to take you to the party. 

He didn’t expect to have to get stuck in a closet with you for a whole 7 minutes. He didn’t expect you to get dead drunk while slobbering all over Jaemin. And he certainly didn’t expect to be hauling you on his back to the front step of your house and having to present your dismally inebriated form to your mother. 

“I’m so sorry,” Donghyuck says, hoping he comes across as apologetic enough, “I should’ve taken better care of her.”

To his utter astonishment, your mother waves off his apology with a flick of her hand. “Don’t worry about it! I expected this to happen; Y/N has never been to a party without us before. I’m glad you were with her; god knows what would have happened to her if you weren’t there!” 

Donghyuck resists the urge to chortle. What are you, a child?

“Could you take her up to her room please? I’ll get the housekeeper to run her a bath.”

“Sure,” he says, grimacing inwardly at the thought of having to lug your deadweight up four flights of stairs; thank goodness there’s an elevator.

He tries his best not to dump you unceremoniously onto your bed, taking care to remove your strappy sandals. When the job is done, he’s about to leave when something on your desk catches his eye. He walks over and picks it up, turning on your desk lamp for better lighting. 

In his hands lies a framed photo of the two of you when you first met as kids—you in a bright pink dress adorned with a monstrosity of ribbons, him in a suit. You’re both sitting on a park bench holding hands; he’s staring at the camera with a stony expression, while your smile looks more like a grimace. 

The memory of that day rushes to greet him, clear as day—it was the first time he saw you, and it was on the same day that it was announced that you were going to be his future bride. It was the day he started his campaign of relentless hate towards you, the day he decided that you were to be his lifelong enemy.

Donghyuck sets the picture down on your desk with more force than intended. Why would you still keep it? Did you really want a constant reminder of your betrothal to him? Did you really want a constant reminder of him?

His whirlwind of thoughts is interrupted by a weak voice. “Donghyuck?”

He walks over to your bed where you lie intoxicated, cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded, tangled locks of hair strewn across your pillow.

“You’re awake,” he says, voice flat. 

“I… said… I wasn’t drunk… idiot…”

Nope. Still wasted.

“Just go to sleep. Your bath will be ready soon,” he’s about to leave when you lift your hand to latch weakly onto his wrist.

“Wait,” you mumble, “I… have to ask you… something.”

“What is it?”

At this, your lips turn into a pout. “I know… you’re… a liar.”

“What?”

“You…,” you gesticulate aimlessly at him—after all, finding words is such a chore when you’re hardly sober— “when we were young… you said that… you hated me because I was wearing… pink.”

Donghyuck’s breath hitches in his throat; he can’t believe you can remember that. 

“Yes; what about it?”

“You’re lying. That’s… a stupid reason… for hating someone. So tell me… why exactly… do you hate me so much?”

Donghyuck feels his heartbeat pick up but he keeps his lips pursed. 

“I never told you this… but… it hurts. It hurts how… you don’t even want to be friends with me…” you ramble on, lips forming a pout while your eyelids get heavier and heavier. “Why don’t you like me…” Your eyelids flutter shut and your breathing evens, and Donghyuck releases the breath he’d been holding.

Donghyuck feels the sour pang of guilt creep up on him. Granted, you’d never done anything to warrant his hate for you; he simply detests your very existence, which isn’t something you can help. It never once occurred to him that you’d be hurt by him—he didn't think he mattered to you at all. He can’t believe you still remember what he’d said to you all those years ago. Sighing, he rakes a hand through his hair; perhaps some soul-searching is in order.

He pauses for a moment, watching the way your eyelashes graze your cheekbones ever so slightly. Your cheeks and lips are flushed cherry pink from all that drinking, and a stray lock of hair spills across your face. He reaches out to draw it away from your face, marvelling at how normal you look for once; your sleeping face is so tranquil, like a child’s. No one would ever be able to guess at how you are nothing less than a perfect, infallible human being. It’s easy for him to forget how you’re the same age as him; you just seem to possess a maturity way beyond your youth that Donghyuck really can’t wrap his head around.

He gently drapes the duvet over you, and he’s about to leave when he sees that his denim jacket is still wrapped snugly around your body, though it’s a couple sizes too large for your slight frame. 

He can let you have it for a little while.

—

You proudly hand your mother your school journal, decorated with pink glitter and purple felt butterflies you painstakingly cut out yourself. On the first page, the words “My Dream Job” are neatly inscribed in cursive lettering, with hearts over the i’s. 

“Mrs Lee asked us to write down our dream job today,” you gush, pigtails bouncing with excitement. “Look what I wrote!”

Your mother smiles as her eyes skim over the words ‘fashion designer’.  You gabble on. 

“I told the class I wanted to take over your company when I grow up and become a fashion designer just like you!” 

“Very good, Y/N. I’m so proud of you. I have no doubt that will happen,” she says, patting the top of your head. 

“Oh, I also asked Donghyuck what he wanted to be. He said he wants to be a singer when he grows up.”

Your mother’s hand falls from your head and she frowns. “Does he?” 

“Yeah. Isn’t that cool? I told him that was really cool.” 

Her expression turns austere. “There’s no future in that, Y/N. You should tell him to be like you and take over his family’s company. That way he’ll be successful.”

“But he’s good at singing,” you protest, eyes shining with the memory of his voice, “and he looks so happy when he’s singing. If he’s happy, won’t he be successful too?”

—

“Do you still sing?”

Donghyuck raises an eyebrow at you as he chugs his iced coffee. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s called making conversation. It might not be in our contract, but did you intend to sit in silence until the sun sets and we go home?”

It’s your turn to pick a date, so you’ve dragged Donghyuck to a music cafe with a stage by the entrance where a teenage boy sings soulful R&B tunes. You weren’t being entirely truthful when you told him you were just making conversation; you did want to know if he still sang. To see if he was prepared for what you were about to throw him into. 

“Sometimes,” he says, “maybe one day I’ll serenade you. With a song about how annoying you are.”

You resist the urge to toss your steaming mug of chamomile tea in his face. These days, after your horribly embarrassing encounter at the party (Donghyuck insists that you threw up in his car, but you don’t remember that at all), his attitude toward you seems to have shifted. Sure, he’s still mean, but not resentful. He doesn’t seem to hate you that much anymore; when he says spiteful things you can sense its teasing undertones. 

You wonder what sparked this change. Shouldn’t he detest you even more? You literally threw up in his car—or so he claims. Or maybe he’s finally come to his senses and recognizes just how lovable you are. 

You load up your smile like a gun.

“You do that,” you say, raising your hand to beckon someone over. To Donghyuck’s surprise, the manager of the cafe scoots over, and when he leans down you whisper something into his ear. The man chuckles and sends a curious glance at Donghyuck.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” you say, smiling sweetly and taking a sip of your coffee. 

The performer ends the song, and bows to polite claps from the audience. The manager you just spoke to goes up on stage, voice filling the room. 

“Thank you Jihoon, that was lovely as usual. Next up we have Lee Donghyuck—this is his first time performing, so do give him your encouragement!”

Donghyuck literally jumps in his seat and you stifle your laugh. He sends a death glare in your direction and mouths I’m going to kill you. You clap for him in response, that sweet smile never leaving your face. You’ll get it from him later, no doubt, but this is totally worth it. 

Donghyuck finally gets up and trudges over to the stage. He steps up to the mic, closes his eyes for the briefest of instants, and his lips part.

You expected, after all these years, that his voice would have hardened somehow, taken on a rougher edge, flavoured with the accents of a baritone. However, Donghyuck surprises you yet again—his voice is just as airy and angelic as it was nearly a decade ago, and every line he sings is like a stream of honey pouring forth from his lips. He breezes through countless high notes effortlessly in a way that sends chills down your spine, without so much as a twitch of neck muscle; he loads every word with so much emotion that it seems like the euphonious melody is coming to life right before your very eyes. The other patrons in the cafe are spellbound, drinks and conversation long forgotten; he’s bewitched everyone, and there’s no escaping. 

In short, Lee Donghyuck is still a marvellous singer. And possibly a siren.

When he’s done, it is silent for a moment, the aftereffects of his spell still lingering. And then a single clap from the manager breaks the reverie and soon everyone is applauding in awe and surprise. There are even a few cheers.

You watch as he smiles and bows bashfully before walking down the stage, leaving his five minutes of fame behind. His cheeks glow under the warm light of the cafe; he looks absolutely ethereal.

“What do you think?” He asks as he slides into his seat. You can almost feel the passion flowing from him in waves. 

You stare at him, starstruck. How could you possibly tell him that you never want him to stop singing, that you actually would like to be serenaded by him, that you want to wake up and fall asleep to the sound of his voice every single day? 

So you settle for, “N-Not bad.” Yes, you stuttered. You hope your cheeks won’t betray you.

Donghyuck smirks. “Really? Your face tells me something else.”

Instinctively, you place a hand on your cheek—it’s burning. You take a large gulp of coffee to hide the flames in your cheeks; Donghyuck’s smirk only grows wider. 

Avoiding his gaze, you ask, “Anyway, what song was that? I’ve never heard it before.”

He rubs the back of his neck with his palm. “Actually, I wrote it.”

“You what?”

“I wrote it. Want me to announce it to everyone?”

You can’t believe it. Not only does this boy before you have the voice of an angel, he’s a lyrical genius too? The world is simply not fair.

“Wow.” You lean back in your chair, all attempts at unfazed composure gone. “That’s actually crazy. You’re actually crazy.”

You look back at Donghyuck, expecting him to look smug, but instead his lips are pursed and his gaze is downcast.

“What’s wrong? Upset that your identity as a secret genius has been exposed?”

“No, it’s just… I wrote this song for Sohui. I thought she would love it, especially since she’s always been super supportive about my singing and songwriting. But… she doesn’t like it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. She said I should have bigger dreams now. Apparently, I can’t get anywhere with this.”

You keep silent, wondering how she could possibly say that to him. Heck, if a boy wrote you a song and serenaded you with it you’d probably get down on one knee and profess your undying love to him. 

“Maybe… maybe she’s right. My parents say that all the time too. I shouldn’t be singing anymore. It’s time to grow up. You can’t make money out of dreams.”

He looks so crestfallen, the incandescent shine that had previously graced him completely vanished. That shine of passion was what set him ablaze and made him look so euphoric, and now it’s gone, like a candle snuffed out by the darkness. 

You want to get it back for him. You want to see that look of pure bliss spread across his face. You want to see him shining bright and luminous again. 

“So, what? You’re just going to stop singing then?” You ask, folding your arms across your chest, “I thought you were more determined than that. Once you’d set your mind on something, you wouldn’t let it go. That’s how you nursed that burning hatred you had for me, right?”

He has the good grace to blush.

You lean across the table and look him straight in the eye. “And I thought you could care less what others thought; that’s why we’re doing all this. That’s why we’re going against our parents’ will and fighting this bloody engagement. The Lee Donghyuck I know won’t go down without a fight, especially if it’s something he clearly loves so much.”

One final push. “But I could be wrong. I mean, I don’t really know you.”

Donghyuck’s head snaps upward and he stares right at you; you can see the fire in his eyes. Whether it's rage or passion, it doesn’t matter. You managed to rile him up. That was all you wanted. That’s the only way to keep his flame burning. 

—

The drive home is filled with a pregnant silence. You wonder if you took it too far; after all, you and Donghyuck aren’t exactly the chummiest of friends. Maybe you overstepped the boundary a little.

But all you know is that you won’t stand by and let him give up such a blessing, something that clearly gives him so much joy. You won’t let him become an empty shell. 

You of all people know how that feels. 

When you reach home, you unbuckle your seatbelt and say goodbye. “Thanks for today, Donghyuck. You can choose the next date.” 

You’re about to reach for the door and get out, but Donghyuck stops you with a hand on your wrist. 

“Y/N,” he says, and you look at him, acutely aware of the sensation of his fingers clasped around your wrist. His gaze burns into yours in a way that makes your heart jolt and your brain question everything you ever thought you’d felt about him.

You wonder whether, in an alternate universe, things could have been different between you two.

“Thank you,” he finally says, gaze softening, the faintest hint of a smile etched on his lips.

Perhaps you melted a little.

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No. 9 The Body Ch. 8

Characters: Diego Hargreeves & OFC Eve Corpuz

Summary:  Eve learns more about her powers while on a real date with Diego.

Warnings/Tags: Flirting. Sexism. Threats of violence. Canon Typical. Date. Diego Protecc. 

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The day had started strong for Eve. She was being interviewed by a local women’s club for her transformation from using their services to becoming a respected doctor with a winning reputation. It’d been flattering and put a little perk in Eve’s step admittedly.

She was headed from a conference room, a much easier place to get to for a non-employee than her small office. But the ease for the interviewer was something she quickly wished she’d not cared so much about as she felt eyes on her, walking alone back towards her wing. She didn’t typically have to be around the board member hallways, it was a place most women avoided.

“Evie?” A familiar voice that immediately made her nose wrinkle came from behind her. “Long time no see.” Bryon Gray, a son of a bitch who happened to be a son of a chief of staff. They’d gone through residency together and every woman that had ever met him had quickly learned to avoid him. “What brings you over to this side of the hospital.” He gives her arm a faux friendly smack of greeting and she grimaces.

“I had an interview.” She answers flatly, his cross-fitted, legacy-name body blocked her path as he manspread across the hall and put his hands on his hips as if everything he said were to be stopped and observed most intently.

“Now I know everything going on around here.” He winks and taps his temple. “And I haven’t heard about you interviewing for anything.”

This may come as a shock to you Bryon but you don’t know everything, which is what she preferred to say. But instead, “It wasn’t for a job. I was interviewed for a magazine.” She says with a low brow.

“Oh! Which one? I mean, which ones are even in print anymore?” He laughs. “We talking the big NEJM?” He laughs. ”Oh wait, that was me.” He brags.

“No. It’s called Ms.” she begins to lean to initiate an exit.

“Mrs.? It like a wedding thing?” He asks with narrowed eyes. “I thought you were single.”

“It’s M. S. A feminist magazine started by Gloria Steinman in the 70s.” She wanted to slap herself for trying to defend it. He wasn’t worth it.

“Yeah that’s hot right now, isn’t it? What was it for?”

She sniffs and twitches her nose trying to not have such a knee-jerk reaction to this... jerk. "My work.”

“You are all work aren’t you Evie? Always have been.”

“Well, you know me.”

“I know Dads noticed the numbers you've been managing. Makes sense word would be getting around about an ex-stripper turned doctor who has the least amount of deaths of patients by a landslide would be a feel-good piece.”

She wanted to defend herself. To slap him and tell him to kiss her ass but she knew it would be fruitless. “Next thing you know they’ll be making a Barbie of me for all the things I’m great at.” She decides to retort with praise instead of defense. ”Stripper heels and a stethoscope would be a hell of a combination for accessories, huh?”

He gives her a look up and down. “You sure you aren’t dancing anymore? You’re looking... great by the way. Very… tight.” He motions a squeeze with his hands. More like how old male plastic surgeons do when they explain implants to young girls.

“I’ve been working out.” Another flat response as she clears her throat and begins to move far past him to continue back on her path. “I’ve got to get back to work.”

“Keep up the good work there Evie. Both professionally and personally.” She didn’t need to turn to look at him to know what look he had on his face. It was one every woman had had to suffer at some point in her life.

——————-

Eve was determined not to let some silver-spooned dumbass ruin her day. She had much more important things to put her energy on. Like going out with Diego that night. Oh, and saving people. Can’t forget that.

For early spring the air felt heavy and it didn’t help the sour mood that had followed her that day. She had stood too long in the shower, getting pruney, debating on whether to shave above the knee or not. She wasn’t gonna fuck him on the first date. No, she didn’t do that stuff anymore. But was it a first date? She’d known him for months now. Maybe best to not shave to deter her from making any rash decisions.

She’d been particularly mean to herself while trying to find an outfit to wear. She didn’t think she should be so easily frustrated with something like this but she realizes it’s been a long time since she cared about her outfit. Much less fussing over what to wear for a date. As always she played it cool, even when she wasn’t. She was relieved by the few pairs of stretchy denim she had still fit. She wrapped herself up in a black jacket and made her way to the gym in shoes that were nowhere near as comfortable as her usual sneakers. She figured boots with a heel were more low key than pumps. She rolls her eyes and swings her head to shake out the non-productive stream of thought.

“Hey Eve.” Diego’s voice breaks her out of the intrusive thoughts and she gives a smile that doesn’t give away that she’s been in a mood all day.

“Hey, Diego.” She answers in a relieved exhale.

They exchange pleasantries before heading off on foot in the direction of the bar. Her hands kept to the strap of her purse that was across her body. She hadn’t hugged him when she’d greeted him, but should she have? Should she… try to hold his hand? Was that too much? How do you date again? She chews the inside of her cheek.

“You worked today right?” He asked partly to kill the dead air but mostly because he was curious.

“You know I did.” She rolls her eyes and smiles.

“Overnight shift, huh? Have to pull anything out of anybody’s butt?”

He gives a wide boyish smile and she laughs in response. “Not tonight no.” she shakes her head. “What about you?”

“I luckily have not had to pull anything out of anyone’s butt.”

She laughs and gives him and below that knocks him slightly and as he returns to her side he stands closer than before. “Smartass.”

He smiles closed-lipped but proudly.

“Everyone’s always asking me about gross stuff. There are other things to ask a doctor…to ask ME about.”

“Like what?”

“Anything besides butt stuff.” She chuckles at her answer.

“Oh I didn’t think that was where we were going with this so soon BUTT-“

She scoffs and laughs and shoves him again before he comes back at her and smoothly, she must admit put his arm around her shoulders as they walked. “If it’s not then where IS is going?” She gives a playful pause. “Why’d you decide to ask me out?”

“Why’d you say yes?”

“I asked you first.”

“I respect you playing by grade school rules.” He teases before answering.

“What took this from two super freaks helping each other out to Diego asking Eve out on a date?”

“We’re still super freaks.” He corrects. “What do you wanna hear huh?” He gives a cocky nod. “That you’re… pretty? Smart? Funny?”

“I mean it’s a good start so go on…” she smiles.

“I...y’know. You don’t annoy me... all the time.” He shrugs slightly to play it cool. “It’s… easy with you. You aren’t a dick. Well I mean, a real dick. You’re a DICK don’t get wrong-“

“A dick but not a DICK-dick.” She clarifies.

“See! You get it.” He nods his head her way and she feels the sincerity he’s trying to give her in his way. They walk for a moment, the location in sight now. “You not gonna tell me I’m pretty now?” He jokes and hip knicks her before separating for the door.

“You’re very pretty Diego.” She coos as he holds open the door for her.

“That's better.” He bats his lashes and she walks in first, him close and protective behind her.

———————

Diego looks down at his phone with a sigh. “It’s my brother. I have to call him.”

“The serious little one from the gym?”

“ that’s the one.”

“ he doesn’t seem like a patient kind of guy.” She gives a soft laugh to show no hard feelings. “Go on, it’s fine. I understand.” She gives a nonchalant shrug. “If you have to leave just tell me first. Don’t disappear like you’re so good at.”

He gives a quiet, almost apologetic chuckle in response. “I won’t. I’ll be right back.”

Eve takes out her phone to keep to herself and pass the time. Five seemed like a very intense guy. Especially if he was someone that could get Diego to do something he didn’t want to.

“Hey.” She’d heard it already but kept her expression unmoving. “Hey, Girl.”

After the 4th time, it’s clear the guy sat between two friends who looked like they all fell out of the same legacy fraternities, and was not going to stop trying to get her Attention. she turns to meet his eyes with the most indifferent face she could manage.

“There she is. That guy leaves a hot thing like you alone?”

“No.” She answers flatly.

“He...uh, ya brother or somethin’?”

“No.” Another monotone answer

“Ah so is that lucky bastard ya mans then?”

She slowly blinks and takes her time to answer. “Why do you care?”

“I wouldn’t be letting you be nowhere alone if I was your man sweetheart.”

“Duly noted.” She turns back away.

“Oh, a smart one, fellas. You know I like it when they get feisty. What you do baby? You lookin' good as hell. You one of them dancers? Those freaky European girls over at the school?” He laughs and elbows his cohort. “Those broads talk all kinds of smart.”

“I’m a Doctor.” She continues to look at her phone and not engage. Diego would be back soon. And this guy was an idiot.

“Oh! a fuckin DOCTOR bros!” He mocks. “I might’ve listened to my doc if he had an ass like that.”

She sighs and feels her jaw tighten.

“Hey! I got something I need ya to look at sexy doctor. I bet you’ve never seen one like this before.”

“I’ve diagnosed the clap before so I have seen it.”

The guys with him laugh but he doesn’t.

“Why the ones with the smart mouths always such bitches?” He complains with a childish retort. “I was being nice and you gotta go act like that. You’re lucky your so hot sweetheart. Most men wouldn’t put up that shit.”

“Would you put up with it?”

“Fuck no, I keep my woman in line.” He says proudly

“Ah, good. So you can quit talking to me then. Because I’m just going to use words that further confuse you if you keep it up.” She rolls her eyes and keeps on her phone as Diego walks back to the table. For the moment the guy was silent.

—-

Eve excused herself to go to the bathroom, perhaps the beers had gotten to her. Or all the water she was forcing down her pie hole constantly it seemed. Trying to be properly hydrated was hard.

She was still distracted in thought, wondering how much she’d drank in water tonight to know how much she could pour out when she got home. She’d bought a jug with hourly markers because targeted ads worked and it was black matte and had-

Her train of thought is sharply interrupted by a forearm jutting out in front of her path. She looks to the perpetrator and there stands Chad. She assumed his name was Chad. He looked like one, acted like one. And if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck...well you know how that goes.

“I saw you walkin' back here in those tight fuckin jeans and was compelled to continue our conversation from earlier.”

“No thanks, dude. I’d like to get back to my date now.” She answers flatly.

“Ya little man’s left sweetheart.” His other arm comes up and her now to the wall back was tense and defensive. Their bodies blocked the small back hallway and she hoped someone would interrupt them soon.

“Then he’ll be right back.”

“He answered his phone and jetted babe.” He tsks. “Yahate to see it. “ a predatory pout comes across his face as he reaches to caress her forearm. “And to a dime like you.” She tenses and noisily exhales. “His loss my gain yeah?” He laughs and she smells a nauseatingly familiar combination of nacho cheese and cheap beer.

“Excuse me...Chad? Is it Chad? I’d like to get back to my seat if you-“

“I’m right here baby.” He smirks and wiggles his jaw. “Face or my cock girl, I ain’t picky.” His hands move to her waist and pull her against him. She didn’t want to make a scene. To let this asshole ruin her date.

“I’m giving you one chance to get your fucking hands off me bro.” She bucks back, deeper voice and glaring into his eyes.

“Mmm, what are you? Where ya mama from eh? You must be a little Latin mami lookityou.” The slurring was beginning to stand out more. He did loosen his grip and she put as much space as she could between them. Progress.

“It’s none of your business and you’re being rude and you’re drunk. You should go home.”

“Only if I’m taking this back with me mami,” he reaches his hand to her ass and before he’s fully grasped she’s shoved him hard against the wall. “Oh fuck yeah hard to get. I’m gonna hold you down and beat that pussy UP.”

“You couldn’t even get hard you needle dicked dumbass.” She straightens her jacket. “Let me say this so you understand. Leave me alone. I am not going to fuck you, you fuckin rapist. You should be ashamed of yourself. I hope your mother's dead so she doesn’t have to see what a piece of shit she raised.” She moves to walk away.

His glassy eyes look a strange mixture of hurt to mad to confused.

“Everything okay here?” A tone she hadn’t heard from Diego before as he stood with a wide stance in front of Eve but eyes on the walking cliche. “You okay?” He asks softer as he flicks his eyes to hers, a hand lightly on her arm.

“I’m fine. This guy is garbage. Don’t bother he’s not worth it. Just another moron who never got to the cognitive thought stage.” She sighs and pats his hand, heading back to the table.

After doing a poor job of acting interested in Diego explaining something about knives, she kept seeing Chad eye fuck her from across the bar. She could feel his eyes boring into her. He kept looking and acting casual otherwise, eating and running and talking with his beef necked buddies. Eve was no stranger to harassment. She was a woman and a woman who worked in the medical field. She’d been accosted more times than she could count. From old men winking and having their dicks out to young men locking her inside of an exam room and not letting her leave until he got what he thought he was owed.

She wasn’t even mad about him anymore, her rage was fueled by every man that ever made her feel uncomfortable. Every creep ass ex, every older man trying to take advantage of her. She felt like her face should be hot and Diego’s words become background noise.

-

Diego didn’t notice for a while, too excited to talk about a new knife rig he was working on. He looks behind him at the sound of choking and sees the guy that was bothering Eve earlier trying to clear his throat. He notices Eve isn’t responding even when he stands and tries to gasp. He moves to see her still and focused with flickering eyes. Like electricity was behind them. He watched her curiously, eyes set like a lion in the tall grass. He looks back to Chad, now red and holding his throat.

“Eve…” he reaches out to touch her arm and he’s met with a crack of static electricity. She doesn’t even acknowledge him and the guys turning a weird shade of purple. “EVE.” He says harsher and grasps her forearm, feeling the tingle of hair rise on the back of His neck. “EVE! HEY!” he reaches and as Chad's eyes bloodshot he turns her face to him and breaks her focus.

The desperate gasp of air from Chad was immediate.

“Eve… what the hell was that?”

“What?” She blinks rapidly as if she’d just come to.

“He was choking and you were…” he lowers his voice and moves closer to her. Everyone was now preoccupied with Chad. “...using your powers weren’t you?”

Her mouth holds open as her eyes now normal flit back and forth. “I…” she feels it. Something she could identify. A cooling rush in her veins. “I hurt him.” She whispers in shock.

“Yeah, you almost choked him to death. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m… I did that.”

“I didn’t know you could do that?”

“Neither did I.”

———-

Diego and Eve sit back in her apartment after a fast exit. She seemed worried, so he tried to hide his concern. He kept having to reach for her wrist to keep her on track and eventually settled on holding her hand. They hadn’t said much on the walk back. She was coming to terms with a lot and once again they’d fallen back into the roles of helping each other through these secret things only they understood and out of the dating pool they’d tiptoed in successfully tonight.

“Look you can control them, alright? You can control healing and you can control hurting. They’re the same thing. You got carried away. And that guy was an asshole and he deserved a scare honestly.”

He rubs her upper arms and she wipes at her face with a tissue. “I’m sorry for...ruining tonight.” She sighs out with eyes now makeup-free.

“You didn’t ruin it.” He grimaces. “We’ve just… got sidetracked. It happens.” He shrugs and tries to be supportive.

“I’ve had such a bad day, Diego.” She laughs to not cry and meets his eyes. “I didn’t want to cancel because of it and let it win. But I’ve been so sensitive today. I don’t know.”

“What happened?.” He moves to pull her to the edge of her bed.

“There’s just this guy, Brian at work and he was shitty to me today-“

“Brian who?” Diego quickly interjects in such a dramatic way it makes her crack a smile while he remained serious.

“You don’t have to beat him up.” She gives a thankful smile and pats the back of his hands. He takes her hands into his and lays them in her lap.

“If someone's makin' you so upset you lose control I'm pretty sure I DO have to kick their ass.”

“Thanks. Your heart is in the right place. I appreciate it. Seriously.” She frees one hand as he holds tight to her others. “I don’t want to be known as the woman who you can’t talk to because her b- her friend might beat them up.”

“Your what might beat them up?” He teases with a smile.

“Friend. My friend. That’s what I said.” She whines playfully and he smirks. “He’s one of the director's sons.” She shrugs.

She’d just given him enough information to easily find the guy. Not like he wouldn’t have gone through every Brian in that hospital. “Why would he be a dick to you?” He takes her hand back into his and it makes her smile as she looks down at them. He held her hands in a clear expression of his want to protect her. She thought it was very sweet of him. But she didn’t know he had full intentions of beating the white off Brian.

“Sexism mostly?” She offers and Diego gives her a look of impatience.

“I ran into him and he said some things about my past in a tone that wasn’t nice and he’s in general very… sleazy and gives uncomfortable compliments. No one says anything because he’s Knox’s son so...he’s a privileged white dude. That should tell you enough.”

“It does.” He accepts her elaboration. She was quickly learning he was stubborn as a mule when it came to wanting something, particularly information.

“Then the guy at the bar.” She rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, that asshole.” He sighs. “I would’ve decked him but you seemed like you didn’t want me to.”

“I could r done it myself if I wanted. But I didn’t want to ruin the evening.” She emotes dramatically, saying it didn’t matter in the long run. “He was talking to me while you were gone the first time too.”

“Seriously? Eve. Why didn’t you let me knock his punk ass out?”

“Because Diego I wanted to have a nice date with you. Without involving fighting. We can work it out at training later. I didn’t want to…” she groans.

“Okay, okay. I...get what you’re saying. And I think you’re wrong. But I understand.”

“Thanks. Maybe we’ll get it right next time.” She offers with a tired smile.

“Next time?” His smile gives away his glad reaction to the insinuation.

“Yeah. I figured we could go out on another date. Unless you don’t want to?” He feels her hands begin to pull away and he keeps them close.

“No! I do! I do Uh “ clearing his throat, “I mean I’d like that. It’d be..chill”

She snorts a laugh at his recovery. “I’m excited to go out with you again too. Don’t try to play it cool I already know you. I know you aren’t” she teases.

“That’s cold man.” He deflects and they share a nice pause between them. “We’ll go somewhere where no one can upset you.”

“If you’re with me you could.”

“Normally I’d agree. But I don’t plan on upsetting you... You know. I mean it might happen but like...I don’t wanna hurt you. For real.”

“I think I knew that Diego.” She gives him a warm smile and squeezes his hands. “I don’t wanna hurt you either. I’ve gotten pretty fond of you. As much as I hate to admit.”

“I don’t hate to admit it.” He gives a dopey smile and she pays his cheek.

“Thank you for… everything tonight.”

“Was nothin,” he answers cockily.

“You can be really sweet when you aren’t trying too hard.” She says as they feel their heartbeat flip for a moment as they look into each other’s eyes a bit too long for it to go unnoticed.

“I don’t have to try hard with you.” He answers back softly and he sees his moment. She sees the tell of his eyes moving to her lips, that tilt of his head that made him look like a sweet little pitbull puppy.

She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to thank him for everything he’d done for her. Properly. They could both feel the tension between them now. “Diego… I do-“

“Uh yeah, you’re right. It’s not- yeah-..” he stutters in reaction to what he thought could be rejection.

She smiles and rises to go after him as he puts space between them. “I WANT to, Diego I just don’t think right now is the right moment.” She explains gently with her hands to his chest and she yawns. “I’m exhausted from using my powers tonight. I don’t want to be… not giving you 110% if you get what I’m saying.” She wiggles her eyebrows and it knocks his defenses down as intended.

“Oh. Good. You...you’re right.” He chuckles shyly. “I can go now and I’ll see you at training then?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” She offers a hug instead of a kiss and he happily takes it. His temple to her temple for a moment and feeling her let out a content sigh in his arms. “Be careful headed home.” She offers as they part. “Despite everything I still had a good time tonight. For the record.”

“I did too.” He offers before ducking out the door with a “Goodnight. Sleep tight.”

She knew she would thanks to him.

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Scars: Year five, Chapter eight

Remus Lupin x reader

Warnings: yelling, fighting, cursing, implied depression and anger issues, abandonment issues, crying, tell me if you find more!

A/N:

Cara- darling, beloved, dear, loved one ————————————————————————

Later the next day Mare decided to take Y/n along to shop for her wedding dress, and of course, Remus tagged along as well.

At first he only agreed because she was going but later realized that they had desperately wanted him to get out of the house and see sunlight for once.

Which meant any means necessary to keep him there. ________________________________

" Wait so Mare, aren't James's parents paying for this? Don't we have to meet them or something?"

Y/n walked beside the older girl as she ran her fingers through stacks of fabrics lying on a back table in the store. She doubled back when Mare stopped.

" No, I'm actually making my own dress. I mean, Euphemia and Fleamont are paying for the fabrics but, I'm going to be making it. And I'm making the bridesmaids dresses too."

Mare turned and winked at Y/n as she grasped her hand and motioned for her to feel the fabric in her's.

Remus rolled his eyes at the blissful smile on his sisters face at the feeling of the fabric and had to hold back a grin at the look of Y/n's face in the sunlight.

He hadn't seen just how magnificent her s/c skin could look in the sunlight recently.

She looked stunning.

Her gorgeous h/c hair was simply sparking in the sun and her beautiful e/c irises looked like crystalline in the ravishing sunlight. The scar on her face was now a thin, yet deep line cutting across her face and the colors were no longer molded together but the skin around it had always stayed pink, as if she were blushing.

The color of it however mixed perfectly together with the rich, titian coloring of the sun light streaming through the tinted, glass stained windows of the boutique and- oh good lord the smile in her face, the sparkle in her eyes.

He hadn't seen her seem so carefree in ages. Her skin glowed with happiness, her face and smile, her grin and smirk, every single one of her expressions showed it. They all showed the brightness bubbling inside her heart and mind, soul and body.

And seeing that sight every single morning when he woke up, simply made him fall in love with her again everyday.

Suddenly a pair of fingers came snapping in front of his eyes and Remus almost dropped the stack of fabrics he'd been carrying for the ladies. Mare stood full height before Remus and shook his shoulders lightly.

" Okay little bro, I get it, your girlfriend looks nice, that doesn't mean you can just stare at her the entire time while we walk around. You're creepin her out Rem."

She glanced back over to where Y/n stood on her tippy-toes next her, her head level with Remus's neck.

Remus glanced over to Y/n and saw her biting her lip again, peering at Remus with a inquisitive, saddened look to her face.

" I heard my name, did I do something wrong?"

Y/n looked between the two and before either could speak a word she began to stammer out a string of words that quickly diminished the light and carefree mood, bringing to light something new Remus hadn't accounted for.

" I mean, if I did do something wrong. I- I mean you can yell at me, o-or you could hit me or anything else you felt fitting."

The girl brought her sleeve up to her mouth and began to chew nervously on it, keeping her eyes low by her feet as if in disappointment, lightly rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

" I- I mean, if you feel the need to punish me I won't backtalk, or blame you or anything. If you see a punishment fitting then I must've done something to deserve it."

The two taller ones stood staring down at the girl in shock, Remus hadn't thought of this new possibility. He had merely assumed that if she hadn't remembered how her mother treated her, then she wouldn't've felt the need to act the same way as before. Yet, standing before her now, he realized just how fucking retarded of an idea that was.

Mare quickly pulled Y/n's tottering figure into her arms and wrapped her arms around her frame, lightly stroking her hair and kissing her head as she stared blankly at Remus.

" No, no baby no, you didn't do anything wrong. And we would, we would never hit you okay. Y/n, I don't- I don't care if you can't remember anything like that ever happening but I can assure you we would never do anything like that honey. We would never raise a hand to you, we would never yell at you either, we would never punish you kid."

Mare pulled back and held Y/n at arms length, looking in her eyes, letting her gaze rake over the younger females frame. At the denim jacket she was wearing, at the f/c tank top under it, at the thin mark over her face, at the glassy look to her eyes.

Mare squeezed her shoulder once and pulled her close to kiss her forehead again, simply wrapping her arms around her tight as they stood there.

" You can remember your parents, can't you Y/n? You remember that your mum used to tell you that, you told James and Peter and Sirius and me about that in fourth year..."

Y/n nodded her head slightly at the taller teens voice and moved her arms upward, wrapping them around Mare's torso as she nuzzled her head into the older girls breastplate.

" I can hear mum's voice sometimes. Well, my auntie really, I can't remember what she did but I hear her voice sometimes and I get nightmares about the bad days at home too. But I can't remember anything in detail."

Mare took a deep inhale and exhaled sharply, pulling Y/n back again, holding her at arms length. Her next words seemed cheery sweet and Remus had been the only of them to tell her anger masked beneath.

" Okay so how about this, why don't you go run off and find some flowers, any kind you want, and bring them back here. Just stay where we can see you okay. When we get back home we can talk about this more okay cara."

Y/n, still biting her lip, quickly swiped her sleeve over her eye and nodded, moving off to find a few flowers for Mare. Remus watched as she left and kept an eye on her as she moved around the store, looking for flowers.

Remus knew the exact kind she had been most likely to pick. Blue Delphiniums, Periwinkle, Lobelia, Lilies (she had always felt that they brought comfort) and Roses.

Y/n had always been the type to do things herself, so she made her own perfume (which she didn't often wear and instead let Kayla have, placing bottles by her sisters grave at times), and her own shampoo and conditioner. She had always used those five flowers and fragrances since they'd known her and if you were to get lucky enough, you could smell the scent of the flowers on her.

Remus knew, he just knew, that Y/n would remember those. She had been using those flowers her whole life, they would be bound to have an imprint on her memory.

Godric be damned if she didn't pick those. ________________________________

" Okay so Y/n, I have to go and meet up with someone. Could you possibly stay here and just, help Remus?"

Mare soon recoiled and came back, using hand gestures to talk.

" You know what I mean Y/n, just, y'know, hang out with him some. You two can chat or goof off or something I don't care really just get him up and moving okay. Get him to take a shower and make him eat breakfast, help him clean his bedroom and do some laundry. Just, You know what I mean Y/-'

The younger girl cut in and placed her hands on the elders shoulders.

" Marabella Louraine Rosa Lupin. Stop stressing, I would've stayed here with Rem anyway. I haven't hung out with him in forever. Now do me a favor and go take your boxes to his car, go to your fiancé's arms and take your things okay. You're coming back here later anyway. Now just breath and trust me."

Y/n watched as Mare walked away, hesitation in her face, before she turned and yelped at the sight of Remus standing behind her, a sad and slightly annoyed look to his face.

" I can take care of myself thank-you-very-much."

Remus scowled and crossed his arms over chest.

" If you have something to do then go ahead and do it Y/n. For all means Y/n, don't let the 'mentally ill man' weigh you down. Go ahead and do your thing Y/n, I dare you to go and do something else, you'll just forget what you did an hour from now."

Snide, Anger, Discretion, Disappointment.

Those are the feelings and emotions that laced his words.

His posture showed as such, his voice showed it even more. But the look of pure rage was what best displayed the extravagant mixture of emotions splayed across his frame.

You'd think that his words and flame would've been enough to silence the girl before him. Yet, it was the meaning behind them that only made her anger worse.

" No, Remus what makes you think you weigh me down? And I bet you think I'm just some daft dimbo who'll just turn around and continue to be ignorant of things for on such."

Her words had twice as much flame, twice as much snide, and so much more passion and caring twisted into them.

She now matched his posture, except her back and shoulders weren't broad as his were, she didn't look stiff and rigid, she didn't have the same scowl coating her features and she definitely didn't have the same raw anger and harshness masking her true feelings.

Remus immediately retaliated, his jawline defined broadly as he began to grind his teeth in an attempt to keep the slur of incandescent and crude curse words from falling his tongue.

" Well, there's the facts that you and my sister talk behind my back about how much of a mess I am, at least I didn't walk up to James and Sirius and Peter and Mum and Dad and Mare and goggle about how messed up your brains were."

He took a daring step closer, she could feel the heat radiating his body.

" And Yeah Y/n, maybe I do think you're a daft dimbo with no brains who can't remember for shit."

His voice was cold and filled with a hatred he didn't mean. Of course Remus didn't mean the words spilling his lips. He was simply upset.

Upset at Mare, upset at his parents for leaving him alone, upset at James for causing this whole mess, upset at Peter for not even being there, upset at Sirius for being at James's house and goofing off while he had been at home barely even eating his food as he struggled not to blade his skin, the only think keeping him from quitting completely being the picture of his loves face laughing and grinning and smiling as he spun her in the air above him.

Y/n's face fell, sadness displayed on her features as realization swam in her e/c irises.

Her posture lost the protective nature it had held beforehand as she stood away from him.

" I get it now. You think I'm some stupid kid who needs saving because I don't have the brain to save myself. You think you can't help the daft dimbo because you're mentally sick and find it hard to even hold yourself up at times."

She paused, wanting to find a reaction from the boy.

She wished he had done something other than talk and retaliate more.

His voice came out as a whisper, filled partially with regret, the other half filled with pain and sadness as he tried to step nearer her.

" That's not what this is about..."

His sentence ended swiftly as she looked him in the eye and moved to grab her backpack from the couch.

" If that's not what this is about then you'll be fine if I leave right. If this isn't what this is about then you would encourage me walking out actually. If that isn't what you think is happening then Remus Lupin would be perfectly fine with me grabbing a bag and calling a cab to take me over to my dad's."

The tension in the air between the two of them started to fade as Y/n moved to drape the bag over her shoulder, gradually making her way to the door where her shoes lay.

" No Y/n, that's not what I meant..."

" But of course Remus, it must be what you meant because it is exactly what you said."

She carefully slipped her shoes on, keeping enough care to keep eye contact with him as his facade broke and she saw the man she'd fallen in love with behind it once more.

" No Y/n,'

He reached up and leaned against the wall for support.

" Y/n that isn't what I meant. I didn't mean any of that..."

She looked him in the eye and gave him the same look he used to give her when sensing lies.

" Stop lying to yourself Remus. You meant all of that. Now I'm about to leave. You can either try and stop me or you can sit back where you are and watch as I walk out."

Her face showed sadness and a certain level of calm that Remus was surprised to find on her face.

" Y/n, no, I don't want you to go. That's not what I intended..."

" Then why don't you try and stop me Remus?"

His posture broke, his shoulder slumped against the wall fully and the tears falling down his face that had once been silent now turned noise-full.

His voice broke, it cracked, it was filled with pain and sadness as regret molded into it in full force like a wave crashing against the hull of a ship. The ship being his heart and body, emotions and feeling.

" Because I'm scared."

" Can't you see that Y/n?"

He paused and gulped down a few breaths, pulling oxygen into his lungs as he refused to meet her saddened gaze.

" I'm scared to lose you again Y/n."

He leaned over and used his free arm to motion at the living room windows.

" I'm scared that I'll wake up in the morning and come to find that I dreamt all this up. That you're still asleep and I'm still at home in bed moping around again. I'm scared that one day you'll decided I'm not good enough for you. Hell, I know I'm not good enough for you Y/n I'm just hoping you don't realize that'

He cut off his sentence with a shaky sob as he sunk to the floor slowly.

" Because I can't live without you Y/n. You don't realize how hard it was to even go to class without you sitting there beside me. You- you take being alive for granted Y/n, but I will never take you for granted that way."

" Because I need you in my life Y/n and you don't even realize it. I'm scared because I know one day someone will see you the way I do."

He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, letting the tears slowly cascade down his rosy cheeks as Y/n progressed further towards his figure.

" Y'know Y/n, people ask me what I see in you. But I never respond because I'm afraid if they knew they would fall in love with you too."

The silence between them felt like an eternity and when he next spoke his voice was filled with so many emotions, so much raw pain, that she couldn't even begin to compensate how much of it there was.

" And I wouldn't be able to live with that. Because you would see how much better they were and just go off for them."

He sucked in a huge breath and simply sat there, crying for a moment, before he turned his head to where Y/n was kneeling next him. He briskly grabbed her jaw and leaned her closer to him.

" So yeah, I'm scared and I won't try to stop you from leaving because I know you'll find someone better out there than me."

Remus pulled himself onto an elbow and Y/n found herself going down with him as he stared into her tear-brimmed eyes.

" But I will fight tooth and nail if it means I'll get to see you one more minute of another day. Even if it means I won't be with you."

Y/n let out a sob as Remus pulled her lips to his in a soft, delicate kiss before he let her go.

She dropped next to him on the ground and pulled the boy into her arms as they lay quietly sobbing in the kitchen walkway area beside the living room.

Y/n pulled him closer in his arms and pressed a sloppy kiss to his head as he sobbed into her chest and shoulder.

" I would never leave you Remus, even if you think you're not good enough. Because I love you, and I would miss seeing your smile too much to leave."

Remus would be damned if he said that he knew Mare was still standing outside the house while they fought.

Because he knew Y/n would just try and make him get up and take a shower, clean his room, if he had told her.

But Remus rather preferred their current position on the floor to anything else.

He still got to hold her then, even if there were tears shed. ________________________________ I swear I tried so hard to make it happier- _____________________________ Drop a vote, drink some water, eat some food, take a screen break and remember You Are Loved! ^ - ^

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| Big People School |

Woo, the first request on this blog! I love this idea, and ya’ll know I can’t resist a little sister request. Thanks for your lovely request and I hope it suffices  xx

This is very long, but who’s complaining, right? It’s chock-a-block full of fluff.

Story below.

“Psst... [Name].” Todoroki’s quiet voice soothingly wakes you, his hand patting your teeny shoulder under the blanket. He watches you open your eyes, stretch your limbs until you became the shape of a starfish and yawn up at him. Your blankets were a mess, but he fixed them as he used a hand to help you sit up. “Morning, sleepy.” he smiles a tad.

“Morning...” You sleepily reply with another yawn, rubbing your little eyes and grumbling when your older brother picks you up. Your cheek squished up against his shoulder and you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulder, struggling to keep your eyes open. You rocked around for a bit as he bent down to tuck your sheets in and fix your couple teddies. 

“Hey, where’s your Mister Giraffe?” He quietly questions with a quirked brow, walking around the bed to try find the small giraffe teddy. He knew he was one of your favorites, so when he heard an adorable little gasp and felt your head lift, he wasn’t surprised.

Your face was full of worry and you wiggled around in his arm. “Mister Giraffe is missing?” You pout.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find him.” Your brother smiles, and pats your back gently while walking over to your drawers to get your clothes ready. He pulls out the top one, and pokes around for a suitable outfit for kindergarten. “Bunnies or frogs, sweet?”

“Bunnies!“

Most of your clothes had little bunnies or frogs on them, because they were your favorites.He picked out a long sleeved jumper with tiny bunny print and little denim shorts.

He placed you on the ground as carefully as he could, and smiled when he gently pulled your fist away from your red eye. “Come on, now, stop. Your going to dent your eye in if you don’t stop rubbing it.” He was still talking quietly, because Enji was sleeping in the room next door.

You eyes were still closed and your mouth was still drooling while he helped you step into your shorts and pull the jumper over your head. Of course, he didn’t forget the rainbow striped stockings you always wore. It was weird, but everyone knew that the girl with the rainbow stocking was [Name] Todoroki.

After you had your white velcro shoes on, he did his best to tie your fluffy white hair into a ponytail and make it look decent. He was pretty good at it.

“Here, sweetheart.” Shouto places a plate of toast with peanut butter and sprinkles on it onto the dining table, but he looks around for you since you weren’t at any of the chairs. “[Name]?“

He ended up finding you in the hallway calling out for Mister Giraffe with a plate full of chocolate biscuits on it. Apparently chocolate biscuits were his favorite, so Shouto just chuckled and let you put them there so Mr Giraffe would come back.

Just as he was clipping you into your car seat while you sang some song from a kids TV show, his phone chimed and he checked it quickly.

“Bipity, bipity, bomp!” You finished singing the last line of your song, kicking your feet around with a goofy smile. Your hands were flinging Mr Giraffes arms around to make him dance on your lap. Shouto found him under the driver’s seat when you got in the car. Lord knows how he got there. 

You saw Todoroki and asked him what he was reading.

“Ah... It’s mom saying that you can’t go to kindergarten today. You were supposed to get your flu shot yesterday but since you didn’t, they.. can’t let you in.” He sighed, and lent against the outside of the car brushing his hand through his hair. He honestly didn’t know what to do now. He could stay home with you, but UA would probably bust him for it.

He sighed and thought of the last resort. “I think you might have to come to school with me.” ____

 “I know, I’m sorry sir. It’s just for a day before we’re able to get her back in to her kindergarten.” Shouto explained, with his sister’s small hand in his.

“Don’t let it happen again.“ Aizawa stated, clearly irritated with the situation Shouto turned up to school with. Having a kid on school grounds wasn’t exactly allowed, but Aizawa let it slip for a day.

“It won’t. Thank you sir.” Todoroki nodded, and that was Aizawa’s queue to sigh and trudge back to his desk drearily. Your brother looked down to you, a patted your hair and tapped your chin. “Come on.“

You nibbled on Mr Giraffe’s ear and listened to the voices coming from behind the giant class door. You really didn’t do well with new people, or really any people at all. Especially men. You know, with the delinquent father and all.

“Shou, it’s scary.“ You mumble.

He smiles sympathetically and bends down to pick you up and haul you onto his hip. “I’m right here, okay? If you get too overwhelmed, you can tap my shoulder and we can go home.” He kisses your cheek and waits for an answer.

“Okay...“ You pout nervously. And switch from chewing Mr Giraffe to fiddling with your brother’s hair.

He smiles, and goes to push open the door with his spare hand, and the talking got louder when you both went in. You couldn’t see anyone yet, since your head was facing backwards on his shoulder, but as he walked down the aisle to his desk, you lifted your head to see more and more people looking at you with excited smiles.

“Oh my god!” A girl gasped and was shaking and squealing. “She’s so cute!”

A guy with spiky red hair was grinning and tapping his mate’s shoulder. “Look, man!”

Another girl with pink skin and a boy with green hair were both whispering to each other and smiling at you.

“Yeah, yeah. Quiet. Todoroki has brought his little sister in for the day because of valid reasons, so don’t go squealing and crying, okay? This is still a school day.” Aizawa pointed out from the front of the class, getting all the talking and squealing to stop. Shouto sat down with you on his lap at his desk.

While the teacher started talking, he lent back to look at your anxious face. “Are you okay?”

“Mhmm.” You nod, looking around the large room while. You felt safe and comfortable in your brother’s arms despite the huge weird room. “He has spider arms.“

Shouto looked to who you were pointing at, and it was Shoji. He actually found it a tad funny and he smiled. “Spider arms?”

You nodded, and giggled. “Spider arms!”

“Alright, do the rest of those pages and don’t do anything stupid. Wake me up if there’s a fire or something.” The tired guy with the black hair grumbled, and seemed to disappear behind his desk.

The girl with pink hair stood subtly, peering as far as she could to check if Aizawa had fully gone down. She realized he wasn’t paying attention, so she jumped up from her desk, jittering and exploding with excitement. She was suddenly leaning on your brother’s desk, and he lifted his head and held you against him by your stomach. “Yes?”

“Oh my god, Todoroki, is this your sister?” She smiled giddily at you.

“Yes, what do you want, Ashido?” He replied, and you looked at her with a teeny pout.

Then another two came to his desk. One had spiky red hair and another had spiky yellow hair. “Dude, this is fucking awesome! They let you bring a kid in her-”

Shouto sighed, and frowned at the frantic yellow haired guy, eyeing him like a pissed off mother bear. “I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t swear.”

“Aw c’mon, bro! She’s so freaking cute!” Kirishima yelled, slamming his hands on the desk and smiling. The loud noise startled you and you jumped in Shouto’s arms. “You wanna come sit with us?”

“Why would she want to sit with you?” Todoroki said.

It took a bit of arguing, but you ended up sitting with Ashido, which made her very happy. You thought she was pretty cool, and you loved her pink hair. Todoroki was constantly peering over to make sure you were okay, to the point where he wrote down one sentence in twenty minutes. You were standing in front of her desk, peering over the top as she drew some sort of unicorn. “Huh... This sorta looks like a blob of play dough with a tumor on it’s head.” She frowned.

“Can I color it?” You asked quietly.

She smiled and rotated it around for you. “’Course, cutie!”

She handed you some pencils and you stood there and colored in her unicorn with them. Wasn’t the best coloring, but you were four, so it’s fine. Mina giggled and said, “That’s pretty good, lil’ miss Vincent Van Gogh!”

“I like unicorns.” You smiled. “And I like the ones with the- with the wings!” You grinned, jumping up and down flapping your arms like wings.

“I like them, too!” Mina giggled, watching you bounce around.

“And fairies, and mermaids, and um- and- and Mickey Mouse!” You were just bouncing around talking weird toddler nonsense, but it was cute. “And like bunnies, too! Look, there’s a bunny rabbit on my jumper. Shou picked it.”

You looked down at your jumper, pulling the bottom of it out to get a good look at the picture, which gave you a double chin. “He has a top hat.”

“He’s a fancy bunny.” Mina giggled.

“He needs a mustache.” You stated simply, and reached for one of the girl’s permanent markers, which made Mina laugh and jump to stop you.

“I don’t think your mom will like that, honey...” She laughed, putting the pen back in her pencil case.

The first two classes were pretty fun. You spoke to Mina and colored her unicorn for a while, but eventually went back to Shouto. You and him drew in his book, and you drew a cute little smiley face on his cheek with a texta. When the bell went, you followed him out the class, holding his hand and Mr Giraffe.

“Look at my unicorn, Shou! He has a um- a tuxedo.” You told him tilting your head to the side, flailing your coloring all over the place. Your brother smiled and gently took the page from you to look at it.

“You’re good at coloring.” He said truthfully. He looked at the paper and all the little smiley faces and hearts everywhere. The smiley face was still on his cheek, but he had forgotten. People who walked past him thought it was pretty funny.

“Do you get nap time?” You asked.

You heard a chuckle, as Todo put your picture into his backpack. “I wish, but no. You can have a nap now if you want. Are you tired?”

“A bit.” You say, getting closer to the cafeteria. “Drawing is hard work.”

You ended up falling asleep at lunch, two minutes in, on Shouto’s lap. You managed to eat a couple of bites of your peanut butter and sprinkle sandwich, but that was about it. While you were asleep, everyone was giggling at your divine choice of filling. It was yummy, but sleep felt better.

“You know, I’d imagine it’d taste pretty good!” Uraraka said from the other side of the table, thinking about your sprinkle and peanut butter sandwich.

“Do you think that’s what the teletubbies eat?” Midoriya chuckled.

“Oh my god, yeah! That’s what that elephant vacuum thing makes.” The girl laughed. “What the hell even is that thing, though? Director must’ve been on drugs.”

“She’s eaten so many of those. She had it for breakfast, too.” Shouto smiles, patting your back as you snore quietly.

“Damn, how has she not gotten diabetes yet?” Uraraka says with a smile and a shocked face.

“Uraraka, don’t joke about that...” The green haired boy nervously said.

“She used to like jam and sprinkles, but a commercial on TV showed strawberries with smiley faces on them going into the jar, so she thought that jam was dead strawberries, which is why she hates jam now.”

“She isn’t exactly wrong, though..” Iida said, shrugging. “About the dead strawberries.”

“That is true.” Uraraka said. “What kinda TV advert shows that to kids, though?” She giggles.

“I think I’ve seen that one! With the weird bear in overalls?” Midoriya asked. “His eyes look like golf balls...”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” Todoroki replied. He felt your head start to move and looked down at you, seeing your eyes opening and closing again because of the bright lights. In the background, everyone was talking about the weird jam commercial.

“Shou?” You grumble, seeing your brother’s face.

“You fell asleep when you were eating.” He said, smiling slightly at the peanut butter and sprinkles on your face. All over your face. “Here, lets get this off.”

He grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped the stuff off your cheeks and mouth. You were still pretty sleepy, and all the bright lights and talking was a little scary. Shouto got the rest of the stuff off your face and you yawned, reaching for the rest of your sandwich.

“Hey, [Name], can I try a piece please?” The girl with the brown hair asked, with a small smile.

You nodded, and ripped the corner off and handed it to the girl. She took it and put it in her mouth as her eyebrows rose and she nodded slowly. “That is actually Gordon Ramsey menu worthy!”

“Is it really?” Midoriya asked.

“You bet. This stuff is gold!” She muffled, pointing to your sandwich.

“Hey, Todoroki, has she gotten her quirk, yet?” Iida said out of curiosity.

“Yeah, she got it about two months ago.” He said, and Midoriya lit up with a cute little smile. Everyone knew he loved the subject of quirks and heroes, so everyone braced themselves for the giant flood of talking they were about to encounter.

“That’s so cool that you have your quirk!” He smiled, and you smiled back, nodding. “How’d you get it?”

You pulled up your jumper’s sleeve to show a small scar going down your arm. Everyone looked at it and you said, “I froze my bed and my blankies went all hard and cold and then I moved and it cut me here! Shou had to make fire and un-freeze it so I could get out. And then Fuyumi gave me a Little Mermaid band aid.”

“So your quirk is like your brother’s ice?” Iida said.

You nodded dramatically, shooting your arms out and smiling, “I’m like Elsa!” ____

“So, [Name], how was Yuuei today? You get to meet cool heroes?” Fuyumi asked, carefully placing a plate of veggies, chicken and rice in front of you. You blew on it and stabbed the chicken with your fork, which you were holding backwards. All of your siblings sat down at the dinner table around you, thanking your sister for the meal.

“I like old people school!” You exclaimed, shoving the chicken in your mouth.

Natsuo smirked and sat down next to you with his plate of food, ruffling your hair. “Who you calling ‘old’?”

“She froze an entire rock when we were doing hero training in the courts.” Shouto smiled proudly. Fuyumi gasped quickly and smiled at you.

“That’s so good, [Name]!” She said.

Natsuo chuckled and pointed his fork at you. “When I was four, I couldn’t freeze a damn pebble. That’s some pretty good stuff, squirt.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be a hero when I’m big and I’m gonna freeze all of the villain’s butts!” You say happily, punching the air. All your siblings laughed and you sat in your chair for the rest of dinner thinking of ways to sneak into Shou’s backpack to go to his school again, because today was fun.

[finderskeepersff]

50.

Staring at my can of Sprite thinking, I mean I don’t know why I’m staring at this but I am. I’m just thinking, I don’t want to make the wrong decisions and I hate doing it because it can get me in some shit “are you done meditating?” Ethan questioned me, blowing out air shaking my head “so” getting up from my couch “you’re telling me the police want me to continue to do what I do without backlash?” I am so very confused “our connect was there Cassius with his boss, I was so scared but it went fine. He was expecting you and I said I wouldn’t ever gave out who he is. I think they know it’s you but I ain’t going to tell that but I still think it is weird, I thought I was going to be killed Cassius. I was walking into this dead end place and there was like five of them, I was like this is how it ends and yeah. Also Lloyd not on their radar” that is what I like to hear “is he still hiding out in New York?” I know where he is “he is yes, but we erm got word of a hit on you again” I should be used to that “who now? Who wants to kill me now” it’s not like I care, they try “well, Kyle knows. They have threatened to kill Jordan if you don’t meet them, it’s not good. A gang in Miami” raising an eyebrow “I am not hurting anyone there?” I am confused “Clover club, apparently this nigga knows people. I am not sure if he is testing you but yeah, put a hit out on you without even asking. I mean we are venturing out” he got a point we are “I know but then it’s more blood shed, I mean if they want to kill Jordan they can. That ain’t nothing to me, I just want Sofia and Cartier safe and my family in Brooklyn. So I am going to fly back to Brooklyn, I need to be there. If I am here, and whoever this nigga is that apparently knows people they will try and link me to Sofia and Cartier. So I need to be out of the equation, who is it? Fuck, I don’t know anybody in Miami Ethan, the fuck” I guess we are stepping into their territory “we need to do what we did here, show them who they fucking with. I am willing to scout it out and get them” I need to think on this.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I have been thinking on this long now “ok so, I am going back to Brooklyn. I hate when new niggas bug out, I don’t know these people so I need to move clever, being here is no good to me or my family. Brooklyn I have eyes on every corner, I am free here I guess. So I will go back, we take it from there” a knocking on my apartment door, Ethan shot up “relax” I said to him laughing “it’s ok, you jumpy as shit” getting up from the couch “can’t relax boss, I hate new niggas too. We got to move good boss, some of these niggas don’t like you so can turn on you, you get what I mean? I don’t want that for you boss” nodding my head as I made my way to my door “I think we will be good Ethan, I know it” I just need to plan good, dragging open the door “hey! It’s the big headed twins” Sofia laughed shaking her head at me “get lost, seeing as you was too busy to come. I come to you” opening the door wider so she can push the stroller inside “yeah, sorry about that” I told Sofia to bring him here, I had Ethan here and I am trying to sort this issue out, it’s a small issue I would say. Letting the door close “it’s ok” Sofia walked into me and actually hugged me first “wow, we learning. I’ve been busy for once” hugging Sofia close “I know you have been, it’s not a problem though. I have been missing your random visits, also Cartier is so moody for no damn reason” moving back from the hug “oh great, is he asleep now?” walking around the stroller looking down inside, he is asleep “he is now yes but he was being so whiney” waving Sofia over “come in, come in” it’s only Ethan here.

Rubbing my chin smiling “I ain’t feeling that you’re going to that building again, you hear this. So this new nigga called Jordan, about two week ago. I went to see Sofia and he was acting smug and made a jibe at me and was like oh Sofia the lunch was nice, trying to get me mad, I had Cartier so I was like nah, I ain’t about to kick off so let him go. Sofia telling me he likes her and always try to get at her” Ethan snorted laughing “he don’t know you at all, he is a dead man walking. You a dickhead” I chuckled “exactly but what can I say, I need to be good. I promised Sofia” I pointed at her “for you, I told you. Don’t give me that face, any sign of shit Sofia I will be there. My phone will be right here” grabbing my phone from my pocket “right here” placing it over my heart “here” Sofia smirked looking down at her lap “I will kill him, I don’t care” Ethan said “see we have a volunteer” Sofia shook her head at us both “no thank you boys, I am going in today and I will let you know, but I told you Cassius I can handle it, and I will” I do trust her, I don’t trust other men. Clearing my throat “what you doing later?” leaning forward on the couch “me?” Sofia pointed at herself “yes, who else” Sofia shrugged “nothing really, why?” I paused thinking “erm, you want to meet up for some food. Me and you, Amira won’t mind looking after him” Sofia laughed “a date?” pulling a face at her “who said date? I didn’t” she shook her head laughing “that is a date, Ethan tell him it’s a date” eye-balling Ethan “erm” he looked at me “it’s a meal” Ethan knows “you saying that because you scared but I am not, it’s a date. Until you can say it, I am busy” I scoffed “why you playing hard to get” she really likes this date shit.

With Sofia saying Cartier is moody I am happy he is asleep, I don’t want to deal with his moody self right now “so you should have everything, you got the stroller here so if you decide to go and do something you got something, like last time” I chuckled, I won’t be venturing out again after last time, see what happened “miss you already” she pressed a kiss to Cartier’ cheek “bye Ethan” Sofia waved at him, stuffing my hands in my pockets as I walked behind Sofia “walking me out now” nodding my head like she can see me “I am yes” her booty looking cute “he should be ok though Cassius, don’t think he won’t be. If he isn’t then call me” she dragged open the door “I will, so are you free for food” holding the door for her as she stepped out “uhmmm” stepping out of my apartment “uhmmm what? Who says no to food?” she shrugged “I think I may actually be busy” looking at Sofia confused “don’t lie to me” she is a liar “with my son I will be” I scoffed “right, ok. Sofia, will you go on a date with me? Happy” Sofia giggled “was that hard? I hate you, you’re so hard headed for nothing, and suddenly I am not busy, wow” rubbing my chest laughing “you funny” shaking my head “thank you though, you’re a good man and father. To look after Cartier” Sofia said “don’t be, this is what fathers do right” Sofia held her arms out to me as she walked over to me, she wrapped her arms around my waist as I placed my hands over cheeks “I have missed you” lowering my head slowly “same” pressing a kiss to her lips “what time?” she said as I moved back “erm about six ok?” moving my hands back “ok, well I will try and dress to impress” Sofia moved back “you always do, have a good day” moving back into my apartment “oh actually, pick me up from the place. I won’t take the car, you drive it. I will take a cab, pick me up at four. We can do something beforehand” Sofia dug into her bag “erm if you want, but I got my own car?” watching her find the key “but I don’t want to leave the car there, just pick me up” nodding my head “see you then” taking the key from Sofia and continued to walk back into my apartment “you going out?” I jumped at Ethan “why are you sneaking up on me?” closing the door behind me “I am not, just was asking. We should be lowkey” he is right “I need to tell Sofia, I just need to break it to her slowly that I will be you know. Gone for a while, Ethan bro. You need to relax, I know things like this can be hot up. I am forever getting a hit out on me, what is new. Just play it cool” he is worried for nothing, I mean I get why but he needs to calm down.

I am excited he said date, I am trying to be strict with him. I want him to take me out, I think it’s cute and he will get there. I am just glad Cassius listened to me with things, we on good vibes. I feel him, he is on a good vibe and I love it, I just love that my son has a father. I don’t personally know how it feels to have one because I never had it, so I can only assume. It just gets me so emotional and happy to see it, to see how much he loves Cartier but I need to get on work mode right now. Holding my Macbook in hand, I didn’t bother to bring my tablet, I just bought my laptop. With Cassius wanting to go out, I just didn’t want to look too overdone so I am wearing a denim skirt, denim shirt, nude heels and I just feel like I am going to fight a nigga, I have my hair up with a cap. Since what Jordan did to Cassius I ain’t seen him, this will probably be the first time after that situation. I am pissed off, he made out something was more when it was not, he made Cassius insecure over a slime ball, what a bastard “I always say it is an event seeing you, I got you a latte waiting. I seen the sketches” hugging Gio “you love it when I come, I love it when I do too. I get to see you” I chuckled “and you look beautiful as ever, close your mouth and get working” he said to someone, I just laughed and followed behind him to his office.

Gio and I haven’t spoke on shit about work but talk shit “so you telling me you met a man and slept with him the first night?” Gio nodded his head “I could never” I stopped myself I “tell a lie Gio” I am such a liar “tell me more girl!?” I am a real ass liar “I slept with Cassius in the club the first time, I mean we didn’t really speak. Ok this sounds so bad, so I was dating his brother, Cassius brother I was with him and Cassius just came out from being locked up. Cassius brother wasn’t good to me and I found out from Cassius that he was fucking my cousin Celine, so I fucked his brother in the disabled toilets at the club and the rest is history” Gio gasped “oh my god!!! That is hilarious, did you ride him?” nodding my head “it sounds so bad, it really does but I was so angry. He was treating me like shit but fucking my cousin? I don’t think so, I ain’t a hoe, I am not the type to be fucking on every nigga but I was like fuck it and let go and I did, but with Cassius I want him forever. It sucks we never met before, sucks I guess” Gio cooed out “it’s always like that, before I met my man I was a whore. And like you said, why couldn’t I find you before? It’s like god covers them so we don’t see them until god is ready, we need to go out actually. One time, I am not a hoe anymore, well maybe I am” he is a liar, I bet his ass is “I feel like your man got big dick energy, am I right?” I laughed out “he would be livid talking to you about this but he do” Cassius would hate me saying this to another man.

Gio groaned out “do we have to work, I mean I have seen the sketches I am about bored, we got time girl. Do you think you would ever be able to travel with me? Like ever” Gio asked “erm, I don’t know. I am not sure if I want to be away from my son that long, but I know Cassius would do it. He is so good with him” I hope Gio doesn’t ask “ok, I mean not now. You’re still a new mom” thank god he is not asking for now “meeting without me” I am shocked he took so long, fixing my top as I sat up “you don’t really need to be here Jordan” I think Gio and I both know why he is here “I like to know future plans” he is so annoying “there is really no plans Jordan” Gio doesn’t want him in this room “your ex, seemed annoyed, I didn’t mean to walk off. I was busy” looking over at Jordan “rush to nowhere? I mean you left work early over what again?” he left early for no reason “I had places to go” letting out an oh “you didn’t though did you? You wanted to walk me out, acting like a gentleman, you know what Jordan. If I wanted you I would say it but I don’t, you’re actually not that nice and way too ugly for my liking, I need a man like Gio said, a guy that has big dick energy and you don’t have it. You’re all muscle, probably on steroids and we know that is small dick energy right there. My ex may be not be full of muscle but he has a big dick, and count yourself lucky he didn’t break your nose, it’s me why he didn’t. Don’t ever touch me again, because the next time you do you won’t have hands, and I put that on my son. You ain’t on my level nigga, trust me! I am above you” turning my head, I don’t want to know his reaction “oh my god” Gio said in a whisper, he pissed me off. First he upset Cassius and then he touched me “you a bitch” is the only thing he said.

Looking down at my watch “I need to go, but it’s been a great catch up” Gio got up from his seat “It’s ok but I am sad Jordan been a dick to you, why didn’t you say he touched you?” waving him off “it’s fine honestly but I will email you the end results, I will probably not come here for a while” I laughed pulling my skirt down “don’t say that, give me some love. As soon I met you I loved you” hugging Gio “you are my second gay friend, I love it” who doesn’t like gay friends “gay friends are the best friends, you want me to walk you?” shaking my head “what for? What he going to do, fuck him” picking my bag up from the floor “you do you girl, have a good night with your man huh” smiling at him “I will try, bye” opening the office door, I don’t need Gio to be walking me. The fuck is Jordan going to do, he is a pussy ass, he shouldn’t have done what he did. Maybe if he was less egoistical then he may be nice but he really isn’t, fuck him.

Let me find out Cassius is not here, I won’t be amused. I do feel like Jordan is giving me stalker vibes somewhat, he is walking out for what but I don’t care “thank you” I said to the lady holding the door for me, I didn’t bother to hold it open for him. Looking around the area and then seeing my white car, he is here, I know I shouldn’t doubt him. My smile grew watching him stood outside the car smoking, he looks so good “till next time” Jordan said behind me “bye bitch” I said walking towards Cassius, he looked up seeing me and his smile grew but then kind of changed, I know he saw him but it’s not about him at all. I did a little run in my heels for Cassius “you came” wrapping my arm around Cassius neck “of course I would, on time too” Cassius hugged me “feeling Cassius kiss my cheek so I moved my head back and kissed his lips “you look bomb but you can see your chest, close it” moving my arm back “don’t worry about it, it’s for you” Placing my hand just under his chin and kissed his lips again “what are we going on?” I like to annoy him “food?” He shrugged “you not answering it right, this is why I am single” rubbing his chin hair “what? Man, that is rude” l licking my lips “so say it” i grinned “a date” he said through gritted teeth “was that hard? You’re so cute” getting on my tiptoes and kissing his lips again “I thought I was good looking?” Walking around the car “that too” smiling from ear to ear.

[gosecretscribbles]

Diptember2018 Week 4: Family

Mabel: Whenever I get cold, I steal someone’s jacket, but then I forget I have it. I have at least seven jackets in my room that aren’t mine, and the others are starting to complain.

Dipper: The other friends?

Mabel: The other jackets.

In which Mabel and Dipper care for a family of magical living jackets!

Dipper stopped typing and looked up.  He could've sworn he heard a faint scratching noise.  Then again, he'd been working on editing his latest Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained episode for hours and it was now 2 AM, so he might've just been hearing things.  He went back to typing.  

Scrit, scrit.

He looked up again, frowning.  That time there was definitely a noise.

He got up and stepped carefully over Waddles, who was asleep on the floor. Mabel was snoring in the top bunk.  He tip-toed over to the closet, turned the doorknob veeeery slowly, and then swung it open in one big rush.  

There was nothing there.

Dipper grabbed a camera stick and poked it into the clothes.  All he saw was the usual mess – his vests and orange shirts, plus all of Mabel's sweaters and a few jackets she'd borrowed from her friends.  He even checked the shelf above the clothes, but his paranormal paraphernalia was undisturbed.

He yawned, closed the closet door, and went back to bed.  Definitely time to actually go to sleep.  Maybe he'd just imagined it.  

The next two nights, though, Dipper heard the exact same weird noises coming from the closet.  And it was definitely coming from the closet, not the roof, which ruled out stuff like raccoons or rats from outside. Finally, Dipper set up nighttime recorders so he could catch whatever it was in the act.  

Saturday morning found him setting up his laptop to watch the feed while he ate his breakfast.  Mabel walked in just as he was pouring himself some cereal, with Waddles following close behind, oinking sleepily.

“M-m-moooorning, bro-brain,” she said, yawning hugely.  “What fantastic nerdery are you up to today?”

“There's something in the closet and I'm going to find out what it is.”

She grinned. “There are so many jokes for that I don't even know where to start!  Let's see, is there a wozzet in the closet?  Or perhaps a skeleton – figurative or literal?  Oh!  How 'bout a monster?  One with shaggy blue fur and purple polka dots!”

Dipper sat down at the table and pressed slow fast forward on the recordings. He took a spoonful of cereal and munched it, still listening to Mabel with half an ear.  A flicker of movement on the film caught his eye. He hit play –

“PHHFFFF!”

“Ew! Dipper!  Spit takes are much cooler without chunks of chewed Cheerios!”

“Mabel Mabel LOOK!”

He grabbed his sister's arm and pulled her close, jabbing a finger at the screen.  Mabel gasped.

One of the jackets she'd borrowed from her friends was moving!

And it wasn't like there was anything in the jacket, either.  As the jacket slowly raised its sleeve, the angle of the camera clearly showed that there was nothing at all moving around inside it.  The sleeves of the jacket, both totally empty, just raised up on their own, appeared to stretch on the hanger, then shook themselves out.  Then the left sleeve reached out and tapped the jacket in front of it.

And the other jacket moved, too!

Mabel squealed, grabbed Dipper's shoulder, and shook him vigorously.  “OH MY SWEATER SOCKS, ARE YOU SEEING THIS!?”

“I'm seeing it, I'm seeing it!”

They watched as all seven of Mabel's borrowed jackets come to life, stretching and yawning with their necklines as though they'd been asleep.  The first one, which had faded red roses stitched up both sleeves, hopped off its hanger and started swinging on it like it was an acrobat.  The jackets next to it, including a denim jacket covered in little round anime buttons, were pushed against the door, creating the scritch scritch noise that Dipper had been hearing.  A very puffy green jacket flapped its sleeve at Rose Jacket until it stopped, then checked to make sure Buttons and the other jacket were alright.

“Awww, it's like the mommy jacket!” Mabel whispered.

“Or the dad.  Do jackets have genders?”

“Probably not!  OOOH!”

The smallest jacket, which was black denim with bright aqua rhinestones stitched into its collar, had reached over and was shyly tugging on the sleeve of a heavy-looking pink jacket.  The pink jacket pretended to resist, but after a moment scooched closer on its hanger and hugged Rhinestones, the cuffs of their sleeves folding together.

“They're in love!” Mabel leaped away from the table and went bounding down the hall.

“Mabel, where –”

“I MUST MATCHMAKE MY JACKETS, DIPPER!”

“Shh, Mom and Dad are still asleep!”

Dipper caught up with Mabel in their room, but when she opened the door the jackets were perfectly still.

“Aw, c'mooon,” she whined.  “It's okay, we totally know you're secretly alive!”

No response.

“Very well, you leave me no choice!”  She began pulling everything out of the closet.

“Mabel, what are you –”

“Silence, mortal!”

Dipper knew better than to mess with her when she got like this.  Instead, he took out his camera and started filming.  

In about ten minutes, she'd made a huge pile of knitted sweaters in the middle of the carpet.  (It was actually taller than Dipper.)  She pulled a quilt off of her bed and folded it so it covered the closet floor, then got all the buttons out of her sewing kit and sprinkled them around.  Finally she went to get all the lint rollers they owned from the hall closet and threw them in a pile on one side of the closet.  

“There!”

“A...jacket nest, I'm assuming?” Dipper asked.  

“Exactly! Now for just one final touch...”  She took the sleeves of the jackets and started tying them in loose knots, pairing them up. Rhinestones went with Pink, Buttons went with Polka Dots, Bunny went with Rose.

“What about the puffy green one?”

“They're a strong, independent jacket, who don't need no jacket!”

“Riiiight. Aren't your friends going to ask for their jackets back, though?”

Mabel laughed.  “Are you kidding?  My friends have long since accepted that they will never rescue their clothes from the sweater vortex that is my closet!  Now set up your cameras, nerd-bro, and let the matchmaking commence!”

Dipper diligently sketched and recorded the jackets as their little handkerchief babies grew up.  First the handkerchiefs simply got bigger bigger.  Then, when they were about the size of dinner plates, they began spontaneously growing pockets, embroidery, even zippers and buttons.  Dipper's personal favorite was a baby jacket decorated with light pink rhinestones in an intriguing spiral pattern, while Mabel doted on a mini-jacket covered in rose-red bunnies in a field of golden grass.  

Then, after nearly a week of observations, Dipper and Mabel woke up one morning to find the Button jacket on the floor of their bedroom.  Waddles was absently chewing on one button.

Mabel gasped.  “No, Waddles, that's not a chew toy, that's a friend!” She practically flew down the ladder and rescued the jacket.

Dipper sat up, blinking himself awake.  “That's new.  Isn't this the first time a jacket ever left the closet?”

Mabel clutched it to her chest.  “What do you think happened?  Do you think it wanted to escape the suffocating confines of domestic life? Did it want to pursue its dream of adorning the greatest matchmaker in history?!”

“I doubt it was the last one,” Dipper said, but Mabel was already slipping it on over her nightgown.

“Fear not, Buttons Jacket!  I, Mabel Pines, shall grant your request!”

Dipper looked toward the closet with a frown.  “Well, I guess we'll have to wait to watch the tape after school.  But I would put it back in the closet if I were you, Mabel.  You don't want your friends to take it back, or let Waddles chew on it.”

Reluctantly, Mabel agreed.  

But when they got home from school that day, not only was Buttons Jacket back on the floor, it had a few small tears on its sleeves.  

Mabel gasped.  “I thought they were asleep during the day!  Waddles must have chewed it!”

“I don't think so, Mabel,” Dipper said, opening the closet.  There were similar tears on three other jackets.  “At least it looks like none on the babies got hurt.”

Mabel was practically in tears.  “What's happening?  Is some supernatural monster attacking the Jackets?!  We have to do something, Dipper!”

“Okay, hang on.”

He set up the video on the floor of their room.  Mabel took out her sewing kit and immediately started repairing Buttons.

“You guys are next, don't worry,” she told the other jackets.  

Dipper started the video at 10:00 PM and hit slow fast forward.  But the video had only gone through thirty minutes when they saw a flash of rapid movement.

Mabel grabbed his arm.  “Wait, go back, that was it!”

“I know, hang on...”  Dipper quickly manipulated the film until it was back to the beginning of the movement.  “Okay, starting.”

The two of them leaned forward intently.  But as they watched the screen, identical looks of horror and dismay dawned on their faces.  

It took about ten minutes.  Then it was over.  Dipper hit pause.

“Oh, no,” Mabel whispered.

Dipper glanced at her, worried.  “What do we do?”

“We can't do anything,” she said slowly.  “But I think I know who can.”  She gave him a meaningful look.

Dipper understood instantly what she was getting at and held up his hands. “Yeah, okay, no.  Seriously.  That's probably a reeeally touchie subject, and I don't think our grunkles –”

“Dipper, trust me on this.”

“But...”

“Look at Buttons, Dipper!”  Mabel held it up by the shoulders.  A button with a smiley face on it was hanging by its pin, upside-down. “Sewing needles can only help so much.  If we don't do something, the whole Jacket family could be torn apart!  Literally and figmentally!”

“Figuratively.”

She ignored him.  “Even if it's hard to ask, we really need their help.”

Reluctantly, he agreed.    

Dipper stayed up until 11:00 PM, the best time to catch their grunkles, if they were awake.  Mabel sat next to him, Button Jacket in her lap. She had repaired the seams of every jacket, but somehow even her nearly-invisible seams looked like faint scars on Button's sleeves.  

Dipper gathered his nerve, opened the Skybe app, and called their Grunkles.

It didn't take long for them to pick up.  Stan and Ford appeared on the screen after just a few rings, sitting at the table in the Stan O' War. Ford was wearing his usual navy jacket, but Stan was wearing a bright green sweater with an octopus on it, courtesy of Mabel.

“Hey, kids!” Stan greeted them, holding up a massive lobster shell. “Guess what?  We ran into a lobster that told riddles and I won so I got to eat him!”

“He was spouting limericks for the last hour, but I think it's wearing off,” Ford told them.  “What've you two been up to?”

“About that,” Dipper started, and he gave his Grunkles a quick run-down of the Jacket family saga (with comments from Mabel).  Stan was intrigued at the idea of turning the jackets into a traveling roadshow at $50 a head, while Ford asked several dozen questions about the jackets, right down to the kind of thread Mabel had used to fix them.

“Fascinating,” he said, scribbling furiously on something just out of sight.  “I wonder if the introduction of a foreign material will affect the jackets' ability to animate themselves.”

Mabel looked worried.  “I hadn't thought of that.  D'you think it'll be okay?”

“We'll know in about five minutes,” Dipper said, checking the time on his laptop.  “They usually come to life around 11:30, but never in front of us, so we might have to set up cameras and wait 'till tomorrow morning to know for sure.”

“We can't wait that long, it could happen again!” Mabel cried.

Ford looked up.  “You mean the sudden evidence of an attack?”

“Just lay down some rat traps or somethin',” Stan said with a shrug.  “The way Mabel packs all those weird snacks under her mattress, I'm surprised you guys haven't had an animal problem sooner.  Well, a rodent problem, anyway...”  He shot a dark look at Waddles, who was flopped behind Mabel, snoring loudly.

“It's not a rodent problem,” Dipper said.  He'd relaxed when telling Ford about the jackets, but now that they were coming to the problem, his gut was starting to tense up again.  “Um...I got a video of what happened last night, so you can see it.  Hang on.”

He clicked a few times and a video screen popped up in the bottom-right corner of both computers.  He hit play.

He'd placed it at the start of the event.  The jackets woke up like usual – and then Polka Dots and Buttons immediately started fighting.  The handkerchief babies around them fluttered in a panic, and Puffy Green one tried to stop the fight, but several of the pins on Buttons had come open and tore Puffy Green's sleeves with a loud rip.  Two other jackets tried to intervene with the same result, and finally Polka Dots wrestled Buttons to the door, shoved it open – and then threw Buttons out.  The closet door slammed shut, with Buttons outside on the ground.  Buttons flapped its sleeves angrily, started to pull itself away from the door, then stopped.  After a moment it flopped over on its back and slowly, soundlessly, collapsed.

The video ended.  

Ford's face had become perfectly still and emotionless.  Stan looked a little nauseous.

“So?” Dipper asked, not quite meeting his grunkles' eyes.  “I – I didn't really want to ask, but –”

“We have to help them!” Mabel cried, pressing Button to her chest.  “They just fought and then they threw Buttons out – twice!!  I don't speak jacket but I'm sure everyone's got a huge tear in their little fabric hearts!  Please, Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford, you guys have been through this before – you've gotta talk to them before they spend thirty years miserably pining for each other!”

“Well that wasn't an obvious reference at all,” Dipper muttered.  “Look,” he said to his grunkles, “I told Mabel this might be a little...sensitive...so if you guys don't want to –”

“No, no,” Ford said quickly.  “I don't mind helping you with your fieldwork, Dipper.  It's simply that Stan and I have never properly...er...”

“We don't do squishies,” Stan said flatly.

“But you guys have made up already!” Mabel protested.  “I mean, you have, right?”

Stan shrugged.  “If we haven't, we'd have killed each other by now.  I'd like to see you try bein' on a boat with only this guy for company for several weeks straight.”

“Hey!”

“Point is, we just never really talked about it.  I mean –”  Stan leaned back, gesturing to the small, warmly lit living quarters of the Stan O' War.  “We got the ocean, the boat, and I got my nerdbot back. Plus a few mermaid babes who may or may not want to date me.”

“If they ever forget that you stole their crown jewels,” Ford muttered.

Mabel sniffed and her eyes brimmed with tears.  “But...they're supposed to be a family...”

“Alright alright, geez!” Stan said quickly.  “Dipper, quit making your sister cry!”

“Wh – I didn't – !”

“So you'll help?” Mabel asked, sniffing.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.”

“We should look at this as an exciting opportunity!” Ford said, somewhat brightly.  “Unless I'm mistaken, which I never am –”

Stan coughed something that sounded like “Bill”.

“– which I rarely am, these jackets are actually sentient clothes from Dimension 212^, where a fashion faux pas could mean a life sentence as a cleaning rag!  I was practically de-vested of my trench coat upon my arrival, but this multigenerational mini-community presents a fascinating opportunity to study them at close range!”

“Great!” Stan got up.  “Welp, have fun nerding out, I'm gonna go –”

“Sit right back down,” Ford said loudly, grabbing the back of Stan's sweater and yanking him back.  “I can and will find another riddling lobster and see how you like listening to 'There once was a Nerdbot from Jersey.'”

“Well there was.”

Mabel smothered a laugh.

“Fine, then I get to go first,” Stan said.  “Alright you fashion wannabes, here's the deal: I don't care who started it, suck it up and make up or I'll take a pair of scissors to you the next time I visit the gremlins.  Capiche?”

Ford rolled his eyes.  “How characteristically mature of you, Stanley.  You can't just 'violence' a problem away.  ”

“What? I'd like to see you do better!”  

“Well – it would help if the button jacket admitted that he'd made a mistake. And,” he said, holding up a hand as Stan opened his mouth.  “It would also help if the polka dot jacket sorted out its priorities. However justified the polka dot jacket may feel, it appears to have had a very close familial relationship with the buttons jacket. There is very little in the world more important than family, and nothing worse than losing it.”

“Can't argue there,” Stan muttered, his voice hoarse.   “Alright, so the Button thingie may have made a mistake.  It might've just – not wanted the dot thing to know about it.  Or leave.  But it shoulda been thinkin' about the dot thing, since they're family, and how to fix it up so that they were both happy, instead of just one of 'em...”

Stan and Ford continued in that vein for a solid thirty minutes.  Then Mabel put Buttons back in the closet, Dipper checked to make sure his cameras were still set up, and they closed the closet door.  They had about half an hour more before the jackets usually became active, and even though it was late, all four of them wanted to stay up to see if their attempts at reconciliation had had any effect.

“I'm sure it did,” Mabel said confidently, hooking her chin over Dipper's shoulder (they were sitting on her bed).  “After hearing Grunkle Stan's story about the New Jersey Devil, there is literally nothing that could make me believe in family more!”

Stan grinned and wrapped an arm around Ford's shoulders.  “You shoulda seen this guy, kids!  It was like somethin' outta one of those detective comics.  He tracked it down like it was nothin' – and then gave it all up!”

“Gave it up for you,” Ford corrected, grinning back and nudging Stan in the ribs.  “Which, in retrospect, was probably a mercy to the NJD.  You probably would've tried to make money off of it as some carnie attraction!”

“Darn right I would!”

Scritch, scritch.

“Wait!” Dipper whispered.  “D'you guys hear that?”

“Do the thing with the video!” Mabel urged, and Dipper clicked on the camera icon at the bottom of the screen.  As before, when he'd shown their grunkles the video, a square popped up in the corner of their Skybe.  It showed a live feed of what was happening inside the closet.

Puffy Green Jacket was the first one to move.  It reached out and put one sleeve firmly on Polka Dot's shoulder, as if to hold it off from attacking Buttons.  Buttons, meanwhile, had re inflated itself – but hung on its hanger, stiff as if it had been badly starched.  The other jackets looked equally tense, waiting.  Handkerchiefs and baby T-shirts fluttered around the bottom of the closet, sensing the weight of the tension like a thunderstorm.  

Buttons' hanger started to rattle.  That's when they noticed it – the jacket's shoulders were shaking slightly.

“Oh, no,” Mabel whispered.  “Is it...crying?”

But before Dipper could answer, Polka Dot tore away from Puffy Green Jacket, launched itself at Buttons and began waving its sleeves forcefully, gesticulating so harshly Dipper could practically hear it yelling.  Buttons took it in silence at first, then started gesturing back, and Puffy Green Jacket moved in to stop them just as both jackets came flying at each other, sleeves extended –

– and then Polka Dots wrapped both sleeves around Buttons, squeezing it tightly.  Buttons froze, then hugged back just as fiercely.  Around them the other jackets breathed a collective sigh of relief.  

“It worked!” Mabel whispered.  She grabbed Dipper's shoulder and started shaking him. “It worked it worked it really hey what's that?”

A weird light was coming from nowhere and everywhere inside the closet. The baby handkerchiefs and T-shirts climbed up from the floor and the other jackets scooped the babies into pockets and inside their chests.  The jackets grouped themselves together, sleeves wrapped around each other in a giant group hug.  Then, slowly, Dipper realized he could see the back of the closet right through Pink Jacket.

“They're disappearing!” Dipper exclaimed.

Ford sighed.  “Your closet doesn't happen to run through a ley line, does it?”

“A ley – what?”

“Simply put, it's a line of interdimensional, magical energy.  212^s are nomadic, and they use ley lines to travel from dimension to dimension.  My guess is there was a surge planned for tonight, and this is when they're returning home.”

“Buttons would've been left out of the closet,” Dipper realized.  “They would've been separated from their family.  We got through to them just in time.”

The Jackets had nearly disappeared altogether by now.  Just before they faded out of sight, Buttons turned to Dipper's camera and waved one sleeve in farewell.  Polka Dot clutched Buttons all the more tightly, and together the pair of them vanished in a soundless flash of light.

Mabel immediately hopped off her bed and opened the door.  “They really are gone,” she said.

“Oh, Mabel,” Dipper said, but she turned around with a smile on her face.

“They left together,” she said, smiling wider and wider.  “They stayed a family.  Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Ford – you guys are the best, sweetest gross old men ever.”

“Er...thank you?” Ford said.

“No, no, she meant it as a compliment,” Dipper assured him.

Stan grinned.  “In that case, can I get thirty copies of all these videos you made?  I can sell 'em online at fifty bucks each!”

[tetsuskitten]

I really love KuroSuga ♡ could I request first date?

Thank you so much @darling-stardust for your request! You wouldn’t belive how this helped get my brain going. Hope you like fluff, because here we go! 

Available on ao3

(normal is Kuroo, italics is daichi and bold is suga)

(17:45) Sawamura, my bro, I need your help

(17:47) If you need help aboutsuga, then no

(17:48) Oh COME ON WHY NOT

(17:52) Because he explicitly toldme: “If Kuroo tries to ask you for help on what to do on our first date, youbetter not help him.” To which I asked: “You really wanna see the guy sweat,uh?” To which he responded with a string of devil emojis so….

(17:52) You’re on your own here,my friend

(17:53) Wow… What have I gotten myself into?

(17:56) You better think ofsomething good

(17:56) But since I’m such a goodfriend

(17:57) I can tell you he has asweet tooth

(17:57) And likes stuffed toys

(17:58) Good luck ;)

 (21:56) I’ll pick you up at 11, sweet stuff

(21:59) I’ll be waiting,buttercup

After giving itsome thought and going by Daichi’s hints, he decided on something simple andelegant for their first date. Of course, this was more of an excuse to hang outthan anything because they had been together plenty of times before. After theydiscovered they were going to the same university they made plans to meet inTokyo, to hang out, talk about volleyball, their teammates, and ended up closingdown this random café that then became their favorite hangout spot and wherethey would usually go to meet up.

Eventually, theyfound themselves growing more and more interested in each other but it was thefirst year of university which meant getting accustomed to a new place, bothfor Koushi, coming from somewhere outside of Tokyo and to Kuroo, since he movedout of his parents’ house and into a joint apartment with best bro, Bokuto. Notonly that, but the work load changed dramatically and they were busy gettingfamiliar with a new school and making new acquaintances and maybe even a friendor two who could slip you their notes when you got sick and who would havelunch with you in between classes.

Because of this,they were too occupied to act on their interest and when they wanted to let offsome steam they didn’t do it with each other because… there was somethingthere, and neither of them wanted to ruin it by jumping each other’s bones toosoon.

They were now intheir second year and when Koushi came back to the city and they met up again,there was an unspoken tension between them. Until Kuroo broke it by saying whatthey were both thinking.

“I missed you,man.” He had said, with one of his goofy smiles sprawled on his face.

Sugawara managedto raise an inquisitive eyebrow, maybe to try and play it off but he couldn’t.Instead he laughed, shook his head and admitted out loud. “Yeah, I missed youtoo.”

After thisfaithful episode, Kuroo went into a freak out that lasted about a week anddrove Bokuto up the wall with questions.

…Should I ask him out? He said he missed me, what doyou think that means? Do you think he likes me? I mean I like him. Like hangingout with him, talking to him, studying around him, he’s quiet when he focusesbut then he’s also such a sarcastic douche, he makes such great jokes, Bo,honestly, and have you seen his hair in the sun? it’s like… it shines, okay,like diamonds. But honestly what if I ask him out and he says no, what if I ruinthis thing we got going on?…

He tried it withKenma but he just shut him down with a quick: “Ask him out already. Have balls.”To which Kuroo replied, in a chocked and broken voice. “Language.”

After all of this,he met up with Koushi. They usually studied together once or twice a week, itwas a nice routine. Beforehand Kuroo had psyched himself up, drank a redbull, high-fivedthe guy who sold him his coffee and arrived at Koushi’s with a Caramel Macchiatofor the setter and a Double Expresso for him. They sat down on the mat in theliving room and as Kuroo took out his laptop, books, notebook and writingmaterial, placing it on the table between them, Koushi sipped his warm drink,closing his eyes in enjoyment ever so slightly. And Kuroo looked at that, andthought to himself that maybe this wasn’t as terrifying after all and somehowthe words just came out, flowing, just as if he was asking “How was your day?”But he wasn’t. He was asking: “Will you go out with me?”

Koushi smiled intothe lid of his drink and his shiny eyes looked up. He got up from his seatwhere he was cross-legged and walked around to the other side of the table. Kuroonoticed he was wearing a big pink jumper with a yellow kitten on it, it wascute, it suited him, he thought. Koushi crouched next to him and kissed him onthe cheek. “I thought you’d never ask.” He said, with a honeyed lull to hisvoice and quite the charming smile.

He went back tohis place, seated the same way and went back to what he was doing. A few beatsafter, he added, in a challenging and teasing tone. “Hope you take me somewherenice.”

And Kuroo wentinto a mild panic while thinking Game on.

Now, back to thedate. The plan was simple:

Step 1: Pick him up at his place. Take him out to a nicerestaurant. Chinese. That’s his favorite. But close to his house so you canwalk there and hold hands and talk a bit on your way there.

Step 2: Don’t be a coward and actually hold his hand. You better not fail me, Future Kuroo, wegot a lot riding on this.

Step 3: Amusement park. You can eat candy there, cottoncandy, popcorn, lollipop, all kinds of unhealthy things. Win him something,impress him with your gaming skills. Show him you’re a clear winner andtherefore deserve his affections.

Step 4: Walk him home.

Kuroo looked downat the paper with his messy handwriting on it and took a deep breath.

“Okay, alright,sounds like a good plan.”

He picked out hisoutfit for the next day and went to bed, trying his best to rest even thoughhis excitement made his blood boil.

The doorbell ranga few minutes before eleven and Koushi came to answer the door. He was met witha dashing smile and the same bed head hair of always.

“What a nice view,uh” He commented, taking in Kuroo’s towering figure, the way his hands werehidden in his pockets, relaxed demeanor.

“It sure is.”Kuroo fired back, making sure his eyes took in all of Koushi, intent on gettinghis point across.

“Come in. I’m justfinishing up with my hair and then we can go.”

“Your hair? What’reyou gonna do with it?” Kuroo asked, following Koushi down the hallway to thebathroom.

“I thought aboutputting it up.” The other answered, while grabbing a hair tie, gathering hissilver hair and looking in the mirror. “What do you think? Like this?” Heinquired, looking up at Kuroo, who in return hummed and chewed on his bottomlip.

“Can I…” Kuroostarted, making a forward gesture with his hand.

“Sure.” Koushiaffirmed, letting his hair come down again. It already hit his shoulders and itmade subtle waves.

Kuroo placedhimself behind Koushi and then reached for a brush. Carefully, he brushedKoushi’s hair back while the other watched closely. Then he gathered it up in aneat ponytail, reaching out for the tie in Koushi’s hand. He tied it up withoutany hair moving out of place and Kou was impressed.

“And now for thefinishing touch…” Kuroo announced before dislodging two bits of hair from thesides, and making these little waves come down the side of Koushi’s face. Helooked stunning.

They looked ateach other in the mirror before Koushi turned around to face Kuroo.

“You know, this isa really good start to a date.”

Kuroo smiled downat him. “Is it?”

Koushi hummed inconfirmation. “Come down here.”

Kuroo croucheduntil his eyes were level with Kou’s.

“Not like that.”Koushi laughed and shook his head. He sighed. “But it’s okay.” And then placeda soft kiss on Kuroo’s lips. They both smiled, their cheeks tinted with analmost unnoticeable pink.

“Come on.” Koushigrabbed Kuroo’s hand, turned off the bathroom lights and led them to the door.Before heading out he grabbed a colorful denim jacket, full of patches. Most ofthem were from Oikawa, therefore they were mostly space themed. There were afew cat themed ones in there, as well.

On their way tothe restaurant Koushi was busy explaining Kuroo where the patches came from andtime flowed quickly.

They got to therestaurant and it was a cozy little thing on a secondary street.

“Oh, you didn’ttell me this is where we were coming!”

“Was I supposedto?”

“No, but nicechoice. Kudos to you.”

“So you’ve beenhere before.”

“Yes, it’s closeto home and they serve my favorite food…” Koushi trailed off and then looked atKuroo as they were about to sit down. “Which is why you brought me here.”

Kuroo nodded. “Ididn’t know you knew it but yeah, I wanted you to have a good time.”

They were sittingnext to each other and Koushi, for the second time that day, leaned in closeand placed a kiss on Kuroo, this time on the corner of his mouth, discretly.

“Can’t believe youthought you needed Daichi’s help. You’re doing great all on your own. Andreally upping the scale for me.”

“Oh yeah? Nextdate we focus on me then?” Kuroo asked playfully.

“If you’re lucky.”

Then they orderedtheir food and talked about the usual things. Tooru made me watch this movie,this and Bokuto scored someone’s number on the train, that. The usual.

When they left therestaurant their bellies were full and they rejoiced in the cozy spring sun andbreeze. They made their way to the metro down the street because the amusementpark was on the other side of town. And as they walked, unthinkingly, Koushilaced his fingers with Kuroo’s and Kuroo just looked down at their hands, notexactly surprised, but most definitely happy about whatever this was that was beginningto bloom.

The rest of theafternoon was a smooth ride. Koushi stuffed his mouth with sweet after sweet,even though he had just has lunch an hour ago while Kuroo watched amusedly andtook bites out of the candy. They went on a few rides, the fast ones but notthe upside-down ones. They played games, Koushi won them a shark and a tinymouse. Kuroo played some kind of hammer game, the measure your strength kind ofgame, and won them a stuffed Thor toy. Long haired Thor, though.

“He kinda lookslike you.”

“If I was blondand had a beard, you mean.”

“Yes, but I likeyour silver hair. You’re like a walking cloud.”

“You’re like awalking mess.”

“Well, you’re notwrong.”

“Wanna be my mess?”

“Koushi, so forward.” Kuroo joked, making ahigh-pitched voice and hugging his stuffed Thor tightly, presumably trying to imitatea school girl. Koushi laughed, thank god for that, because what. a . smile. Kuroo mused.

After a beat. “Areyou serious though?”

They were leavingthe amusement park and heading home. There was still daylight but the sun was agoner, and Koushi had to admit, so was he.

“Well, you are theone guy I want to spend my time with, you know, the time I have left betweenclasses and my other friends and those 5 hours of sleep.”

“You are the oneguy for me too.”

Koushi stopped andmoved to face Kuroo. Kuroo was blocking the sun, casting a shadow down on Kou.The background was nothing but sunlight and Kuroo looked beautiful that way.

“I am?”

Kuroo nodded. “Youare.”

“I guess we bettermake it official then.”

“We better.” Kuroowhispered, as he placed a big hand on Koushi’s cheek and leaned in to kiss him,glad he had the guts to ask him out after all.

[koektrommel]

Hardest Days 1.2 Karate

Before Cheryl Brooks was Mrs Brooks, she was a wild girl known as Cherry. This wouldn't be relevant to the nurse that entered the kitchen, carrying a plastic bag that smelled invitingly of breakfast burritos, were it not for the fact that it explained some of the less professional parts of her appearance. Her hair was too big for the white cap most nurses at Saint Servatius still wore, seeming more at home in a music video than a hospital. Instead of white scrubs, she had opted for ones with a wild pattern of rainbow hearts and flowers on blue, which at the moment was half obscured under a cut off denim ves that hung loosely over her clothes.

"Good morning, Cherry Pie," Mister Brooks greeted his wife, putting his coffee down to make space in his lap, "How was work?"

"Morning, Mikey Mike," she replied, dropping the white plastic bag, decorated with a picture of a Mexican so stereotypical that I'll just skip over the whole thing, and then let herself fall into her husband's lap.

Zach, who was in no mood for his parents lovey-dovey shenanigans, dropped his face into his cereal again.

"Oh,"Mrs. Brooks said, sliding out of her husband's lap and taking her usual seat, one to the left of him at the round table.

"He's up early..." she observed, shared a final look with Michael and then switched on 'mom-mode' for her son.

"Rough morning, honey?"

Zach responded by groaning into his cereal. A lone pink marshmallow used the displaced air to make a bid for freedom, ending on the table. Zach opened his eyes, looked at the pink sugar and felt the smiling vaguely-unicorn shaped sugar was mocking him. He didn't reply to his mother.

"Dawn left earlier," Mister brooks whispered, just a little too loud.

"That makes all six of his little gang?"

"Except me," Zach muttered, keeping his face in the bowl. He chewed on the sweet cereal that had entered his mouth before finishing his complaint, "I'm stuck in this one horse town 'til I go to college."

"Might want to improve your grades for that," Mister Brooks muttered. He received a venomous look from his wife and, deciding that dad-time was over and this was better left to mom, he returned to scouring the papers.

"Thanks dad..."

"Hey, Zachy... You know, you could still have a fun summer if..."

"If?"

"If you had a car. Does wonders with the girls. Michael, give him some money."

"Isn't he getting Sawyer's car?"

"As if! He's not getting the DeLorean," a newcomer said from the doorway, "Oh, rad! Burritos!"

"It's a Bricklin, Mcfly," Zach threw back, pulling his head out of the princess themed cereal. Several flakes fell from his face, but as many stuck.

Sawyer was Zach's older brother, who fashioned himself the next Evel Knievel, though, he had said, with the charm of Burt Reynolds. To achieve the latter, he had attempted to grow a mustache. Both of his siblings had told him that he looked like he wasn't allowed within a thousand feet of a school zone.

The eldest Brooks child had decided the mocking came from envy... from both.

"Speaking of taking my shit," Sawyer said, ignoring the common reprimand of 'language' and firmly locking his eyes on Zach until he noticed the pink glittery cereal sticking to his face.

"Guess it couldn't have been you."

"Why?"

"You're eating Tara's cereal."

"So?"

"Grats on your coming out, little bro. Watch out for aids."

"Not just gays get aids," Mrs Brooks interjected, "And your brother isn't gay just cause he eats pink cereal. And even if he was gay, I'd love him all the same. Sawyer, go put on a shirt."

"And deprive the ladies of this?" Sawyer said, flexing his muscles which he pumped iron for daily and were just as impressive as his mustache.

Nobody replied to the empty boast.

Mister Brooks coughed, circled another and finally broke the silence proper, "What were we talking about?"

"You were about to give Zach money for a car," Mrs brooks said, getting up to set the table for breakfast.

"Not gonna find a sweet DeLorean like mine," Sawyer stated matter-of-factly.

"I wouldn't want a second General Pee," Zach sighed, mocking the orange sports car his brother drove.

"Jealous," Sawyer yawned, "But, Zach... Can I talk to you?"

"You're talking to me right now."

"In private."

"Don't see how this day could get any worse, so sure."

"Play nice, boys," Mrs Brooks said, dropping the bottom most from her pile of plates as emphasis to her warning.

"Sure, mom," they said in unison, then headed into the hallway together.

The two brothers retreated to the landing in the middle of the stairs to the second floor, which was the best place in the house to have a quiet conversation. Sawyer had, as he had done many times before, trapped Zach in the corner.

"Okay, Ballsack, tell me where it is... or I'll beat it out of you."

Zach pulled the finale piece of cereal that stuck to his cheek free and put it in his mouth before answering, "Where what is?"

"You know what."

Zach sighed and tried to push Sawyer aside, "I haven't the foggiest. What?"

"You took my mag."

"...You don't get any magazines. Idiot Monthly stopped publishing when all the articles were about you."

Sawyer, whose muscles weren't impressive, but had a lot of sinewy strength, pushed his brother against the bricks behind him, "Gonna get worse if you don't fess up."

"Look, throw me down the stairs if you what," Zach sighed, "but I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb, you took my porn mag."

"I don't have your stupid jack rag," Zach said, rolling his eyes and again attempting to push past his brother.

Sawyer placed his left hand on Zach's right shoulder and pushed him against the wall again, locking him in place this time. His other hand formed a fist as he pulled it back.

"Three," he started the countdown.

Zach rolled his eyes once more.

"Two..."

Sawyer's hand went further back.

"One..."

Before Sawyer could reach zero, Zach grabbed Sawyer's nipple and rotated it.

"Motherf..." Sawyer gasped, trying to hide that his little brother had managed to hurt him. Zach took this brief respite to duck under Sawyer's hand and sprint up the stairs to the upper floor.

Sawyer followed a second later, but Zach had already reached the top, grabbed the corner of the wall and launched himself the one hundred eighty degrees to the upstairs hallway. He already had his bedroom door in sight, which, like all of the bedrooms, was considered save haven. He hopped over a roller skate, which for some reason had a toy horse tied to the front of it and landed on an abandoned tennis ball. He tripped backwards, landing on the thick carpet that broke his fall. Sawyer was on him a moment later and would've started the beating, had the door to the right of them not opened. They were joined by their little sister, Tara.

"What are you two doing?" she yawned, stretching as she did and almost dropping the book she was holding.

Tara was the odd one out of the Brooks siblings. Not just by being the only girl, but by taking more after their mother than the other two. Even though Zach and Sawyer both had her green eyes, they took after their father in build and both had the reddish blonde hair the man had once had. Tara meanwhile had her mother's full black hair, short build (though she was still hoping for a growth spurt) and only took after her father with her piercing blue eyes.

At the moment she had the aforementioned hair neatly tied in two braids, leaving only her bangs to spill messily over her face, just far enough to cover her eyes. She was still in her sleepwear, a white gown with a cheerful pattern of primarily colored blocks, which only added to make her look more like a petulant child than the fury she was trying to be.

"I don't really care," she said testily when her question wasn't answered, "I'm trying to read, so could you keep it down?"

"When he gives me..." Sawyer started, unsure if he should divulge the object of his ire to the twelve year old girl.

He was saved by his mother

"Kids!" she yelled from somewhere on the lower floor, "Come down for breakfast!"

"Coming, mom!" three voices responded immediately.

"Look, ballsack," sawyer said as he turned to his own room, which was on the other side of the hallway, "If the magazine is in my room by tonight, I won't beat you black and blue."

Zach shrugged his shoulder and headed downstairs, "I don't have your stupid magazine."

Neither of the brothers paid any attention to Tara hastily closing her bedroom door.

Mrs. Brooks was still fussing around the kitchen, cutting some vegetables for whatever she had in store for dinner, meanwhile drinking a glass of red wine and singing along to the radio. Even though nobody quite liked her singing, they left her to it. Wine and loud pop tunes generally meant she had a good night at work. Beer and classical music were a sign to clear the kitchen and leave her to her thoughts. She let herself go on the final note of A-Ha's take on me, then caught her breath and turned her attention back to her family.

"What's the plans for today, kids?" she asked, turning the radio down when the news took over. At the moment she was chopping carrots, making sure to stop to ask her questions.

Sawyer was the first to answer.

"Off to see Sophie," he said, giving the single Zach a smug grin, "We're going swimming."

"Swimming," Zach and Tara echoed in chorus.

"Still with that Goulding girl?" Mrs Brooks replied, ignoring the younger children's amusement,

"That's nice. If you're going swimming, make sure to bring a lifesaver."

Sawyer opened his mouth to protest that he wasn't a kid and was perfectly capable of swimming, when he suddenly added two and two, simply shutting up.

"You, Tara?" Mrs Brooks asked, when there wasn't more coming.

"Probably just going to read this book," she shrugged, tapping the dog-eared novel in front of her.

"Any good?" Zach wanted to know through a mouthful of burrito.

"I like it," was Tara's non-committal answer.

The brooks children had gotten dressed, which for Sawyer meant putting on a shirt that might once have been black but was as faded as the rags he used to religiously clean his car. Tara had taken slightly more care in her appearance, though Zach couldn't say he was wowed by her choice. With the eye on the oncoming heat, she had opted for blue dolphin shirts, but for reasons that had something to do with the battered copy of Ivanhoe in front of her, she insisted on wearing a woolen gray sweater she had cut the sleeves off. To finish the look, she had unbraided her hair and would, after breakfast, spend an hour or so in a vain attempt to get volume and curls into it, so she could look like the warrior women on the covers of the fantasy novels she adored.

Zach would've made fun of his siblings looks, but he was sort of jealous of both. They had clear ideas who they wanted to be. Sawyer thought himself a suave stuntman and Tara was the heroine of a trashy fantasy novel.

Zach meanwhile was just... Zach. Stuck both physically and mentally in the here and now.

He had had some image of becoming part of the next A-team, thought more as an actor than an actual veteran mercenary. Many kids wanted to be actors though and he felt it didn't give him much personality, no more than kids who wanted to be fireman or fighter pilots in elementary....

"Zach?" Mrs Brooks said, gently pulling him back to reality, "What's your plans for today?"

"Guess I'm going to walk to the junkyard," he replied, picking at his food, "No idea what else I'd do."

"Good," mister Brooks said, opening up the only one of his six papers he liked to read for the news,

"It's better than being on that game the whole day."

"That's Tara," Zach protested, "With that Legend of Celery game."

"Zelda," Tara huffed.

"Go with your brother," Mister Brooks said without looking up from the paper, "Fresh air'll do you good."

"Doth mine liege lord desire me to venture forth on a quest?"

There was a moment of silence as the rest of the family stared at the girl, which was finally broken by Mister Brooks.

"Definitely need fresh air, Princess," he said, "Now that I have your attention though..."

"Yes?"

"What do you want for your birth..."

"A horse!" Tara said excitedly, not waiting for her father to finish the question.

"A pony?"

"No, a destroyer!"

"A destroyer horse...?"

"A destrier," Zach corrected, "It's a kind of horse in her books."

"Don't take my books without permission."

Sawyer shot Zach a knowing look.

"Don't leave them lying around," Zach replied, returning Sawyer's glance.

"Well," Mister brooks stopped their children's quarrel before it could properly begin, "If my princess wants a horse, she gets a horse. Zach?"

"...I'm not being her horse."

"No, son. Ask Kevin if his dad heard anything about people selling horses. He tends to know."

"You two want a ride?" Sawyer asked, excusing himself from the table.

The younger siblings shared a look, then responded together, "No, thanks."

Sawyer shrugged, as if they had lost a great offer instead of a trip on a dangerous carnival ride. He tossed his bowl into the sink and headed out.

"Thanks for the dishes, honey!" Mrs Brooks called after him.

"Put on some proper shoes," Zach warned his sister, "I'm not carrying you if you get a blister."

Tara stuck out her tongue and continued to read while absent minded putting her breakfast in her mouth.

"Looks like we're not leaving any time soon," Zach said to his parents.

[danisnotonjackfics]

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“Dan, mate, it’s been three months since you and Phil broke up. It’s time to get back on the horse and move on.” Andrew said, clapping Dan on the back supportively, before brushing past him to rip open the drawn shades to let the bright sunlight fill the previously dark bedroom.

Andrew had been one of Dan’s only real friends from back home in Reading, where he was currently back residing for the time being. After him and his ex boyfriend, Phil, broke up, Dan couldn’t bring himself to jump straight into apartment searching, and instead decided to make an extremely overdue visit to his parent’s house after moving out of the shared flat. The visit ended up becoming more of a semi permanent deal, with Dan claiming to just to be making up retroactively for all the holidays and family gathering he’d missed out on over the last few years.

His teenage bedroom was oddly comforting as he spent most days and nights huddled up in there, alternating between sulking and jerking off. His mother, bless her, had finally gotten to the point of personally calling up her son’s old best mate, in hopes he’d be able to get him out of this funk.

“Yeah, because three months seems like a completely ridiculous amount of time to take to get over a relationship that lasted for three years.” Dan bit back sarcastically, attempting to pull the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, trying to shield the harsh daylight from coming into contact with his pale skin. Andrew only huffed back in annoyance and yanked the hood back down, then placed both hands down on either of his friend’s shoulders.

“Look, I know it seems like the end of the world that your relationship ended, but I promise you it’s not.” Andrew said sincerely. “We’re still young, and you’re a great dude. And there’s tons of equally great people out there that you’ve yet to meet. We need to get you out of this house and back out into the world, and see if we can round some of ‘em up for ya.”

Dan looked up, unconvinced. Andrew groaned again.

“Well you at least need to get laid or something. You’ve been acting like a fucking twat.”

“Well excuse me for-”

“The amount of dick and pussy that’s available for you, it’s ridiculous. Fucking bisexuality, man. Got the best of both worlds. Let’s see what we can do.” Andrew trailed off, grabbing Dan’s iPhone from off the nightstand that was next to the bed.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Making you a tinder. Everyone has one these days, and it’s the easiest way to find someone, whether it’s just for a hookup or your mopey ass decides to actually finally get back out there again.” Andrew shrugged, and Dan was too tired from the amount of human interaction in one day to protest. Instead, he just flopped back down onto his bed and allowed his friend to do what he wanted.

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It was another two weeks before Dan decided to reopen the Tinder app, sans Andrew’s supervision. He really wasn’t planning on using the app, his heart still too tender to be getting involved with another person so soon, but the notification claiming he had ‘New Matches Waiting for Him!’ finally got the best of him, and he let his curiosity overcome him.

Tapping on the app icon, he was greeted with a new stack of people to swipe right or left on, the message page in the corner alerted him that he had eight matches, and six messages. He hadn’t swiped right on that many people on the first and only time he’d used the app, which was the same day Andrew helped him make his profile. He was just really picky, especially lately.

Five of the matches were guys, three were girls.

None of the messages really caught his attention, they were all just different variations of ‘hey’, some followed by an emoji or two.

Dan huffed, swiping his way back to the home menu of the app, taking a bite out the spoonful of cereal that he had been having for breakfast. Even though it was three in the afternoon.

Whatever. Breakfast is a relative term.

He swiped left on about thirty profiles, ranging from blonde haired dude-bros that held red solo cups in their hands, to skinny girls with ombre hair, their face distorted by that dog snapchat filter. It’s not that these people were unattractive, but Dan could tell just from their display picture that none of them were right for him.

That was, until, a super hot guy, sporting a pair of raybans and burnt sienna colored button down over a white t shirt popped up, with the words “Super-like” appearing under his photo in bright turquoise letters.

Dan clicked on the photo inquisitively, searching for more about this guy via his profile.

Jackson, aged 23, twelve miles away.

On closer inspection, the guy, Jackson, has probably one of the most dazzling set of perfectly straight white teeth he’d ever seen, which were formed into a dorky yet cute smile. His brunette hair was on the lengthier side, enough to be able to form a man bun atop his head, with a good portion of it still falling around the sides of his face and a little down his neck. The picture seemed to be taken of him while at a nice, aesthetically pleasing outdoor cafe, one which Dan had an inkling that he recognized, but didn’t dwell on.

Dan swiped through the rest of his photos, one of him in a forest green shirt, crouching down with a larger camera in his hands, face to the viewfinder, one of him on a beach with a baseball cap and a dog in the background, and the last one was a candid of him drinking black coffee, sporting a red flannel shirt and looking absolutely….wow.

Dan shifted a bit in his chair, his not-so-morning wood causing him a sudden bit of discomfort and he flicked back and forth through the couple of pictures of this guy.

But looks weren’t everything, and Dan wasn’t exactly looking for a quick fuck; much to Andrew’s encouragement.

He scrolled down a bit on the profile.

“Hi, I’m Jack. I love food, my dog, and my camera. I occasionally talk to all three when I’m alone.”

The bio actually managed to make Dan chuckle aloud, before glancing around the family room to make sure there was no one around to witness him smiling like a dope at his phone screen. After the coast was clear, no family members in sight, he glanced back down at the app, before quickly swiping right.

After about twenty five more minutes of mindlessly left swiping, Dan ended up with no more matches, and was about to toss his phone aside onto the couch when it let out a quick ding. He scrambled to grab the phone before it could bounce off the sofa cushion, onto the floor away from him.

He had a message from Jack.

Dan chewed his bottom lip as his long fingers nervously unlocked his phone, opening up the Tinder app once again, clicking on the message bubble.

I’m going to Whole Foods, want me to pick you up anything?

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Dan probably changed about twelve times before he left for his date with Jack. They were going to meet at nine o’clock, at a cafe turned bar called Cafe Grumpy in London. They had been messaging back and forth via the Tinder app for a couple days before exchanging phone numbers and planning to meet up. It had been a little over a week and a half since Jack first messaged him, and over the span of time they had talked about quite a lot, both of them replying immediately when they had free time(which Jack seemed to have a lot less of than Dan). They were really hitting it off through text, with the conversation only dying when one of them began to fall asleep, but it would always be picked up the next morning. Hell, there was even a bit of flirting going on. At least, Dan was pretty sure he was flirting with him…

Dan walked up to the familiar figure that was standing outside the Cafe casually puffing on a cigarette, at about 9:02 pm. Usually Dan wasn’t into people, guys or girls that smoked, but something about Jack made it seem almost...kinda sexy?

Jack was sporting a plain white vneck with an undone denim button up over it, paired with skinny black trousers that has a couple small rips placed in them, and brown suede-looking boots. His long hair was partially tied up into a man bun like it was in his Tinder picture, and fuck, did he look good. Dan hoped his mostly black ensemble; black leather jacket, skinny jeans, sneakers and dark grey tshirt, would hold up to how good his date looked.

“Dan?” Jack asked as Dan cautiously approached him, a smile pulling at his lips as he stubbed out his cigarette butt into the provided ashtray before meeting Dan on the sidewalk in front of the cafe/bar.

“Jack?” Dan nervously smiled back. Oh fuck, do they hug? Shake hands? What does one do when they first meet a tinder match in person. Fuck, uhhhh…

Dan decided to go for the handshake, preferring to not get awkwardly shut down in case he went it for a hug that wasn’t mutually wanted. He stuck his hand out towards Jack, but was surprised when Jack grabbed it, the coldness of the metal of the few rings that decorated his fingers juxtapose to the heat of his own hand, and brought it up towards his lips, placing a soft kiss on his knuckles.

“It’s great to meet you.” He smiled, pulling Dan’s hand back from his mouth but still holding it up by his face. His green eyes(which were fucking magnificent in only the low lighting of the street lights, nevermind how they probably looked in the sunlight, Dan noted) not to subtly gave Dan a once over, causing the corner of his mouth to quip up into a slight half smirk. “You look...really good.”

Although they were doing Jack’s green eyes a disservice, Dan was suddenly grateful for the low lighting of the street lights, as they helped to hide the blush that crept up his neck and flushed his cheeks pink.

“Thanks, you too.”

“Wanna head inside, grab a drink or two?” Jack suggested, nodding his head in the direction of the door, still yet to have released Dan’s hand. Dan nodded back, and followed behind Jack as they entered the bar.

The place wasn’t too crowded, and they found seats at the bar rather quickly.

“What d’ya want to drink, I’ll start a tab.” Jack asked, leaning in a bit to be heard over the music that was playing and the low rumbling of chatter.

“I’ll have a shot of vodka...and you.” Dan deadpanned, but only lasted about a couple seconds before he got too nervous that he’d already made things awkward. “I’m just kidding! By the way….I’m sorry, I saw it on a show or something once, thought I’d be funny, I didn’t mean to make it weird, fuck, uh”

Jack interrupted his rambling by placing a hand on Dan’s thigh and letting out a belly laugh, and it was honest to God one of the most beautiful things Dan’s ever seen. The way his top now of teeth became completely exposed as he opened his mouth and threw his head back, showing off his neck. His laugh was this combination of kinda dumb but super cute and charming.

Something told him, this night was gonna be alright.

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An hour or two and a couple rounds of drinks later, the two guys both had slight buzzes going. Neither of them were full on drunk, but just at the point of feeling warm and good. Not wanting to get too intoxicated and make complete fools of themselves, they mutually agreed to pay the tab and head out.

“I live not too far from here” Jack started, lighting up a cigarette as they stepped out of the bar into the slightly chilly night air. “And it’s only around eleven, if you wanna come back to my place and hang out for a little?”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

Jack smiled around his cigarette, pulling it out of his mouth with one hand, blowing out a puff of smoke into the air, and grabbing Dan’s hand again with the other.

“Cool, let’s go.”

Jack’s flat was only about a ten minute walk from the bar, during which they made light, buzzed conversation and Jack discarded the butt of the cigarette in an ashpost outside his building. He lived in a pretty bougie looking building, if Dan did say so himself, and they rode the elevator up to his apartment on the eleventh floor(stealing flirty glances at each other the whole way, he might add.)

As soon as Jack unlocked the door, he grabbed Dan’s arm and yanked him inside, pushing him up against the door and pressing their lips together. Dan couldn’t help but moan into Jack’s mouth, in slight shock and awe that the hot guy actually was attracted enough to him to go on a date, nevermind initiate a makeout session. Jack’s lips were soft against Dan’s slightly chapped from the cold ones, and he could taste a faint, but not unpleasant mixture of mint, Malboro, and malt liquor. He brought his hands up to cup the short man’s face as he felt hands grasp onto his hips, and let out another soft moan into Jack’s mouth.

He’d gone a pretty long time without intimate human contact like this, so sue him.

When he felt Jack’s ringed fingers drop down slightly, on the verge on grasping his ass, Dan forced himself to pull back.

“Wait, Jack, wait a second” he managed to get out in a shaky voice. Jack’s gorgeous eyes bored into his own dark brown ones, and he gulped before continuing. “Is this just gonna be a one night stand thing, and then we’re never gonna talk ever again? Because I really like you, and, and I just got out of a pretty serious relationship not too long ago, and you’re the first person I’ve been with since him, and I’m not looking for just a quick random fuck, but I’ll understand if that’s what you want, I’d just rather you tell me so that I can avoid getting hurt, and I just really think we connected and”

“Dan, Dan, stop rambling” Jack interrupted him, pressing his pointer finger to his lips to halt them, chuckling slightly. “I really like you too.”

“You do?”

“Fuck yeah, man. You’re funny, smart, hot as hell…” He trailed off, glancing down his body, before snapping his head back up to meet Dan’s eyes again. “Sorry. But seriously. This doesn’t have to be a one time thing, if you don’t want. I know I definitely don’t want it to be a one time thing. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to either. The alcohol was just getting to me a little and was getting me a lil’ wound up.”

And with that, Jack backed off Dan, away from the door and walking into where his kitchen was, opening up the refrigerator and peering in

“Want something to drink? I have water, juice, lemonade...don’t really have soda or anything, because I’m a bit of a health freak, but I have”

He was cut off by Dan this time, who followed him into the kitchen and spun him around, closing the fridge door behind them, taking his turn to pin Jack against it.

“Now, I didn’t say I didn’t want to do anything,” Dan smirked now, gaining a big boost of confidence after Jack’s admission. Using his height to his advantage, he peered slightly downwards at Jack, licking his lips before he continued speaking. “I just wanted to make sure that wasn’t gonna be all that we did.”

Now it was Dan’s turn to slot their lips together, eliciting a moan out of Jack that was sexy as all hell. Dan’s large hands reached down and cupped Jack’s ass, as Jack reached up and tanged his fingers into brown curly locks. Their bodies pressed firmly together, rubbing their denim covered bulges against one another, causing Jack to nibble on Dan’s lower lip a bit.

“Mmm, fuck, where’s your bedroom?” Dan groaned into Jack’s ear before planting a hot kiss right by it. Jack smirked and gave him a light push on the chest, so that he could lead them out of the kitchen and down the hall.

The two men stumbled into the bedroom, hands wandering all over clothed bodies, and lips doing the same.

Jack’s lips found their way to Dan’s neck once they were laid back on the bed, Jack swinging his leg over the taller man’s body so that his knees we’re on either side of his waist, straddling him. He left wet kisses down Dan’s neck and his hands worked to rid him of his jacket and tshirt. Once Dan’s top was discarded onto the floor, neck kissed turned into chest kisses, which turned into stomach and then hip kisses, causing Dan’s breath to hitch in his throat. Jack teasingly trailed his way back up Dan’s body, running blunt fingernails up and down his sides.

“Shirt. Off.” Dan managed to grunt out, fingers grabbing at the hem of Jack’s shirt, urging him to rid of them as well. Jack was quick to comply, and tossed them along with Dan’s onto the bedroom floor.

Dan took the opportunity to flip them over, so that he was instead the one on top, hover over the younger man and pressing their bare chests together as he teasingly returned the favor of peppering Jack’s neck and chest with sloppy tongue kisses.

When he reached Jack’s waist(which of course was graced with a deep V line, leading to his crotch, obviously, Dan thought), he made quick work of Jack’s belt, and began shimmying Jack’s jeans off, adding them to the ever growing pile. The bulge in Jack’s pants was prominent, and Dan smirked as he placed his lips over the fabric and pressed a hot, open-mouth kiss to it.

“Fuck, Dan,” Jack groaned above him, bringing his fist up to his mouth so he could bite down on his knuckles.

Jack was about to find out something that they had not yet discussed over text, nor earlier at the bar.

And that was that Dan Howell was an absolute cockslut.

Jack’s breathy moans, and muffled groans did nothing but spur Dan on, as he grasped the top of Jack’s pants, which were already were sporting a wet patch of precome and saliva on the front anyway, and yanked them swiftly down and off. Dan nearly drooled at the sight of Jack’s thick, girthy cock, which was hard and practically dripping for him. He wasted no time engulfing it in his hot mouth, eliciting another throaty groan from the man under him, and he hummed in satisfaction.

“Dan, fuck, your mouth feels incredible” Jack breathed out, removing his hand from his mouth down to Dan’s hair, grabbing a fistful. He roughly pushed and pulled up and down, fucking into Dan’s mouth, tilted his head down to watch as the sticky rivulets of saliva connected Dan’s lips to his cock. “Fuckin’ hell, my turn”

Jack sat up, pulling Dan down to lay back on the bed so they could switch positions. He quickly grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom from his bedside drawer before assuming the position, pulling Dan’s belt, skinny jeans, and boxers off in what seemed like one fluid motion.

“You good to top?” He asked the curly haired man, before flipping open the cap of the bottle and coating his fingers to prep himself.

“Fuck yeah” was all Dan could manage, in cock aching to be sucked, his eyes mesmerized by the sight of Jack beginning to fuck himself with his middle finger.

“Good” he replied with a smirk, before running his tongue along Dan’s length, then sucking him down. The feeling was so intense, he had to try so hard to keep his eyes from squeezing shut and his head from falling back in pleasure, because he wanted to badly to enjoy the show that was being put on for him. Jack continued pumping one finger in and out of himself, trying to keep in time with his head bobs as he worked himself open. After a minute, he added a second finger, only momentary faltering in his rhythm along Dan’s cock when he brushed against his prostate, humming out a long, muffled but loud moan sending vibrations throughout Dan’s whole body.

God, Jack’s mouth felt fucking amazing, and lord knows when the last time Dan got a fucking blowjob was, nevermind one this good. He could feel a warmth in his stomach, the coil in his gut threatening to spring if Jack didn’t pull off soon.

“Okay, okay, lemme finish prepping you, or else I’m gonna blow and this whole thing is gonna end way too early.” He begged, gently grabbing Jack’s jaw and cueing him off.

“Mmm, I’m all good, baby,” Jack practically purred, gathering some of the saliva off his chin and using it to slick up his own cock with a couple quick pumps. “Ready for you, how do you want me?”

How the hell did he get so lucky to actually be fucking one of the hottest guys probably on the entire planet, Dan thought to himself. A couple weeks ago he was sitting around feeling sorry for himself, and now look at him.

“On your back,” he growled, “Wanna watch your prettyboy face while you take my cock”

Jack shuffled his way up the bed, laying back against the pillows as he watched Dan with lust-filled eyes rip open the foil of the condom wrapper and roll it on. Dan grabbed the lube and squirted a couple more drops on for good measure, stroking himself to rub in all over.

“Lemme feel how well you opened up for me,” He breathed, taking two long, coated fingers and rubbing firmly around the pink ring of muscles, before pushing them inside of Jack, immediately causing him to moan. “Mmmm, good boy.”

Jack nodded quickly, gnawing on his bottom lip and reaching up to grab Dan’s face with both hands and pull him down into a sloppy kiss.

“C’mon, fuck me, Dan.” he mumbled against swollen pink lips, going in for another kiss but his jaw going slack when Dan pushed into him, slowly but surely filling him up completely, until hips were flushed with hips. “Ohhh, fuck”

“Good?” Dan asked after a second or two, trying his best to keep his composure but holy shit Jack is so hot and tight, even after all the prep, and jesus he feels so good.

Jack nodded, wrapping a muscular arm around the back of Dan’s neck, pulling him close, non verbally telling him to “go”.

Dan kept as steady as of a pace as he could, rocking back and forth into Jack, rotating his hips in order to hit as deep as he can with each thrust. Each thrust met with a moan and groan from both men, the pleasure almost overwhelming for the both of them.

Dan angled his hips so he’s hitting Jack’s prostate with each thrust, and the friction caused by their bodies rubbing against either side of his cock has him babbling unintelligently, like he’s repeating a mantra of “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” against Dan’s lips.

Dan’s thrust began to stutter and falter, but he tried to regain control and stave off his pending orgasm.

“You feel incredible,” he breathed, “I don’t--I don’t know how much longer I can last.” He admitted, still trying to keep his thrusts deep, hard, and perfectly angled at that one spot. The bedroom suddenly felt like a sauna, and he was sweating bullets, gasping for air as his orgasm approached quickly.

“It’s okay baby, I’m close too,” Jack assured him, running a hand through his hair. “Fucking come for me, come for me”

The words of praise sent him over the edge; his toes curled, his fists wrapped into Jack’s bedsheets, and he thrusts became sloppy and he came with a loud groan, emptying into the condom. He was spent, but still managed a handful more thrusts, and fisted Jack’s cock until he came as well, splattering hot white rivulets in between their stomachs. Dan rolled off him, and the two lay panting, in post coital bliss for a minute or two, before Dan forced himself to get up.

“Bathroom?”

“Down the hall, second door on the right.”

Dan disappeared out of the bedroom and made his way into the bathroom, disposing of the condom and grabbing a wet cloth from shower, returning quickly to clean the two of them up. He tossed the cloth onto the top of the Mt. Everest of garments before realizing that maybe he should start dressing so that he can leave. Sure, Jack said it wasn’t gonna be a one time fuck, but he never said Dan could stay the night either.

“So...should I...go?” Dan mumbled, sitting up in preparation to begin collecting his things.

“The only place you’re going right now is to my kitchen to get us some water, because I’m spent.” Jack said with certainty. “I have boxers and tshirts in the second drawer over there, if you want...although I’m not sure they’ll fit you, giraffe.” He chuckled, rolling over onto his side, nuzzling his head into the pillow.

Dan felt a blush rise on his cheeks, which was ridiculous seeing as he just fucked this guy, yet now he was blushing because he called a nickname? He stumbled over to the dresser in the dark, slipped on a pair of clean, albeit snug, boxers, and padded his way back down the hall into the kitchen. He grabbed two water bottles out of the fridge, but by the time he returned to the bedroom, no more than thirty seconds later, Jack had already fallen asleep and was snoring softly. Dan chuckled quietly, shaking his head, and placed both bottles down on the nightstand before crawling into bed next to Jack.

Should he spoon him? Was that too much, too soon? Dan questioned, laying on his back, unable to shut his brain off, until Jack rolled over in his sleep, and nuzzled into Dan’s chest.

And in that moment, he had never been more content.

[huntertales]

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"Supernatural" is written before a live studio audience.

Dean Winchester has faced many obstacles and challenges during his hunting lifestyle of almost three decades. He'd been to Hell and back, been faced with some nasty demons along with not so friendly angels—including one that wanted to wear him like a cheap suit to prom, the apocalypse prom, that is. He tossed the can of cheese whizz back into the fridge and slammed the door shut after he'd gotten a little hungry this afternoon after giving up on that research his brother asked him to do. He faced the table where he'd prepared a sandwich with the food he'd found in the fridge. Only when he examined the creation that sat in the middle of the table, Dean realize he might have gone a little overboard with the ingredients stacked almost two feet high between two pieces of bread. You could say he might have bitten off more than he could chew.

Dean eyed the sandwich with a funny look, clearly, he was overwhelmed at what he'd done. He pursed out his lips and began trying to figure out how he could possibly take a first bite without getting all messy. He came out with one conclusion to solve this problem, "I'm gonna need a bigger mouth." The audience let out a laugh, finding the oldest Winchester's shenanigans always hilarious. Oh, when was that man ever going to learn? The front door to the motel opened just a few moments later by Sam, the always lovable rascal of a little brother. “Hey there, Sam. What’s happening?”

"Oh, nothing. Um..." Sam shut the door behind him and stepped inside more into the room. He let out a sigh and placed his hands on his hips while shrugging his shoulders, answering his brother with a playful and lighthearted tone, knowing the little goof they've pulled a few months ago was still lingering over their heads. "Just the end of the world." Dean nodded his head and found himself smiling, the audience let out a few chuckles before drifting off into silence. Sam looked over to the table when he took notice of the two foot tall sandwich sat right in the middle. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You're gonna need a bigger mouth." Dean threw out his hand when his brother said the exact same thing, the audience let out another roar of laughter at the brothers' famous way of repeating each other's lines. "Hey, uh, have you done your research yet with you?"

Research? Dean was caught off guard from the question he  should have known would be coming from his smarty pants of a little brother. He nervously licked his lips and subconsciously found his gaze lingering to the closed bathroom door for a moment of time, knowing what laid behind it. Dean quickly tore his gaze away as he pressed his fingertips together, trying his hardest to act calm while he told a little white lie to his brother. "Oh, yeah." Dean said with an almost convincing tone. "All kinds of research. All night."

"Yeah? Huh. You helped with the research and Y/N wasn't stuck with it—like always?" Sam asked. The audience let out a laugh while Dean looked away, a guilty smile spreading across his lips. "Speaking of Y/N, where is she?"

"Oh, Dean..." The door to the bathroom opened, and if timing was the oldest Winchester's best friend, it wasn't too happy with the man today. A roar of cheering erupted from the audience when you peeked your head out with a smile growing on your lips, greeting the scene for the first time. You opened the door wider to show that you weren't dressed in the usual uniform of flannel and dark worn out denim jeans. Leaning against the doorframe, you gave the oldest Winchester a smirk as you crossed your arms over your chest, letting him see what you were specifically wearing for him. A few 'oohs' and wolf whistled came from the audience when you were dressed in nothing more than a silky kimono robe that hit just above your knee, and with nothing more than pretty lingerie that was meant to be seen by the older Winchester himself. Dean nervously swallowed at the sight of you, and from how his little brother was starting to shake his head. Uh, oh. "We have some more 'research' to do."

The audience oohed again, but this time, it was because the oldest Winchester was caught up in his lie. Dean let out a quiet sigh as he slowly turned his head to look at his little brother, knowing this wasn't going to end very well. Sam tilted his chin down as he crossed his arms over his chest, obviously disappointed at the lie that he was told. "Dean..."

Dean looked straight ahead to say his famous catch phrase, "Son of a bitch!"

“Town to town two-lane roads The family biz Two huntin' bros and and a pretty cool gal Living the lie Just to get by-y-y-y...”

The fictional hunting lifestyle on the show Supernatural isn’t always fun and games for you and the boys. You have to venture into haunted houses and abandoned warehouses to catch the bad guy. But there's always some shenanigans going on between two best friends. you, the always cautious one, made sure to keep an eye out for any possible monsters as you backed around slowly of the house that was harboring a vengeful spirit, who sure wasn't choosing the dust and cobwebs as their next victim. As you slowly moved around her flashlight to examine the dusty furniture, you took another step backwards, unaware of the presence behind you.

You jumped out of her skin and quickly turned around to face the spirit you was hunting. Only it was the younger Winchester. Both of them let out a roar of a laugh from the accidental spook they gave each other. Sam placed a hand on her shoulder as you waved the flashlight underneath your face to make a scary which, which prompted the younger Winchester to laugh harder.

“As long as we're moving forward There's nothin' we can' do.”

Of course, sometimes the scares were a bit intentional. Hunting can be boring, and the cases that you and the boys take are false alarms. Just like that show Scooby Do, they teach you monsters who they hunt were just people dressed up as scary creatures. You decided to have a bit of fun. While you knew the younger Winchester was sent to do the daunting task of searching upstairs for any sort of clues like you told him to do.He looked around the mostly bare room, not seeing much evidence of a curse object. He headed over for the closet doors and began to slowly open them up, not expecting what was about to happen. 

You stood on the other side, and when you first saw him, you put her arms out in front of him and shouted "Boo!" to make him jump in fright. Sam quickly shut the doors and pressed his backside against the wood, his heart racing in fear at what he'd witnessed, not knowing just yet the figure in white was just you with a bedsheet draped over your body.

“Together, we'll face the day You and I won't run away.”

[Starring Jared Padalecki as Sam Winchester.]

Dean had two loves in his life. His once secret love for you, and the mint condition 1967 Chevy Impala, also known as Baby. You and Sam stood outside on a bright sunny day, nursing a cup of coffee as you watched the oldest Winchester tinkered around with the Impala with the hood open. When the job was done, Dean tried to lean for a kiss from you, but you backed away and wagged your index finger at him, knowing he was covered in grease. You tossed him a dirty rag to wipe his hands, but the man accidentally reached up and rubbed the sweat away from his forehead with his greasy hand. While the oldest Winchester finally started wiping his hands with the rag you tossed him, unaware of the accidental smudge across his forehead he'd made. 

Sam took notice when he started laughing and pointing a finger at the mishap. Dean furrowed his brow when you began laughing yourself, only when he realized what he'd done, the man let out a chuckle himself at the accidental goof he'd made.

[Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester.]

But the boys don't always use the Impala as a mode of transportation. Together they powered up a two-seat bike, where they peddled across the park on this sunny afternoon, knowing they had an important task to complete. However, they couldn't help themselves when they got caught up in the moment. Sam let go of the handles and let his arms wave themselves in the air, as Dean kicked out his feet, both of them smiling like a bunch of idiots. You watched from the end of the sidewalk as they began peddling closer to you. You clapped and smiled at what they could do without getting hurt. When the boys arrived a few moments later, Dean jumped off the bike as Sam steadied it.

The older Winchester took out the flowers from the wicker basket and tried to secretly hide them behind his back. He approached you with a bashful smile when he moved his hands forward with the flowers. You were surprised by the unexpected gift from the man as you gingerly grabbed them. Pressing the fresh flowers to your nose, you took in a big sniff, smiling to yourself at the sweet floral aroma.

[Y/N Y/L/N starring as Y/N Y/L/N.]

A fun day in the park wouldn't be complete without you and the boys' new best friend, the friendly angel Cas. While the boys raced each other on mini scooters that were hilariously too small to their generous frame, you jumped onto the angel's back for a piggy back ride he wasn't expecting. He secured your legs with his hands before he started jogging around the park, both of you laughing from carefree day he was happily apart of.

[Misha Collins as Castiel.]

You cheered and hollered, playing the cheerleader for both teams as the boys competed a friendly game of tossing around a football. Sam stood a good distance away as he got ready to toss the ball to his brother. Dean watched with a close eye as the man slowly stretched his arm back, all before launching the ball into a perfect spiral. You nervously stood off in the sidelines as you began to chew on your nails, wondering if Dean was going to make that big catch. You watched the ball go flying straight up into the blue sky, all before landing right in the older Winchester's grip. You threw your hands up into the air and cheered at what you saw, Dean proudly did a touchdown, throwing the ball own at the grass.

To celebrate, Dean raced over to you, and without warning, he lifted you up into his arms bridal style as you were thrown into a fit of giggles. He smiled at you, all before, sharing a quick and romantic kiss. Sam, however, couldn't help himself but stick a finger into his mouth as he pretended to gag at the sign of affection from his brother and best friend.

[Guest starring Richard Speight Jr. as The Trickster.]

“Together we'll face the day… When the demons come out to pla-a-y...”

Of course, a long day of hunting wouldn't be complete without a couple of beers and burgers. You sat in the middle of the seating arrangement as the boys sat on each of your side. You lifted up your glass beer bottle, and to give a final hooray for a job well done, all of you clinked glasses and smiled. Almost as if there was a camera on you, and this was more than just a simple day of your life. You looked straight ahead, giving a sly wink. Not yet, at least.