#but how do you avoid getting caught into nonsense and still not be a lazy fence-sitter?

[katyspersonal]

Sometimes I still worry that I've lost a source of my power when I've lost him. It will be a full year at the end of August.

I said what initially driven me towards him was a kind of pain and loneliness I knew very well, but it was also courage. He could say anything despite knowing how much hate he'd get for it, that it would guarantee his unpopularity within the fandom despite having incredibly good headcanons and useful research. Despite nobody really supporting him besides occasional incels and radfems mistaking him for their kind - either being his enemies too. He knew better than to consider enemy of his enemy his friend. It felt like he was against... everyone? At some point? Not surprising that he ended up with finally finding the only person to understand him in a saint spirit of sorts. However, in my culture, the lone warrior in the field is said to be a hero. Fighting because he feels like he must, despite 0 chances to accomplish anything.

I resented conformists all over the internet who, if they ever got doubts or straight up controversial opinions, would not dare to speak them to "not lose platform :'((((". They'd still nod their heads for what the most intimidating people say, at most revealing their true feelings in some Discord DMs only to later be betrayed by those "friends" and shamed for those screenshots all across the VERY "platform" they've cultivated. Absolute waste of time and emotions. He, however, felt like an antithesis to that shitshow as a concept by how free he was. How he didn't need any approval, nor faltered upon any criticism. Like pure, primordial chaos. I didn't really look much into it, but not only I admired intelligence regarding various topics on biology, history, religion, art and craft, literature, chemistry and medicine.. I also hoped that by just standing near him, I could get a fraction of that power. And I did...

I did.. I definitely gained more courage since then. Some of it is even still with me. I could speak my doubts, and my observations, and challenge infinitely more cruel and influential opponents in a debate. I've finally cut ties with any hope for ever being popular and loved and accepted. Like.. deep down I knew harassment would come sooner or later as soon as I stepped on that path. I knew what I was doing to myself and what for. Above all, I wanted a piece of his huge, radiant, chaotic soul to learn to be strong and independent like him, to no longer need attention or approval like him. I think at the most part I used it for good. I spoke against various injustices and logic faults better than before.

But I think I got it the other way around. I've always been a contrarian at least a bit. I just needed a display of how much I really could do, and how much I was ready to lose and endure. But I think the more time went on, the more it felt like proving my "loyalty" to him. I could do a lot.. but as long as I felt the strong presence behind myself, always holding my shoulder. In the end, I was still a weak pathetic autistic person, whose intellectual failures guarantee them being in endless hazard of ideological grooming. The thing is, I wonder if he ever REALLY was any better. Was not he ideologically groomed by various scum from 4Chan too? Especially with how easily it would be to appeal to his tragedy and betrayal he endured? He was a lot like Morgott. The guy believing and ready to fight for the oppressive system that targeted people like him. Was not he groomed, as a queer person supporting conservative nonsense against his own, because the very queer community betraying him and many others was a good display of "true face of this world"? Who is to tell that he didn't feel strong presence, even if anonymous, behind him? Who is to tell that he never was terrified to disagree with those groups?

If anything, I've learned to stay away from "communities" that base themselves around opposing the shared enemy. AND their 'wandering' members, because they will still speak not their points and not their arguements. They get too stuck in their beliefs to the point they recite them without understanding what they entail, they will never listen to the other side perceiving them as enemy out to groom them away from the right path, and they are TOO trigger-happy to dispose of "heretics", who either go astray or picked by the counter-community. However, every community is evil, foolish and cultish because every community has people in it.

[meximango]

Day 18 - Hackneyed - Vaile + Bobby - PG

Summary: Vaile has a short encounter with Cahsi’s retainer.

Part 1 of 2. Part 2 can be found here! --

Vaile had never been in this residential district–or any other than Ishgard’s, if he was being honest. The kind of work he had been so used to did not lead him to safe, well-lit, nice-smelling places like these. When meeting up with an acquaintance (the word ‘friend’ was still strange to him, and he avoided using it if he could), they always met up in a city or at a dungeon site or on the road if they happened to bump into each other. 

The sight of all these houses made him feel like an intruder, even though he knew it was full of adventurer’s abodes, rather than normal civilians. Nobody was going to harass him or try to send him away unless he stepped over a line. Hells, Cahsi had told him plenty of people left their homes unlocked! Only a retainer to keep watch, with a book that visitors could sign to give their opinion on the owner’s interior decorating skills. Apparently, it was a form of relaxation for many, and a way for folks to show off their conquests (‘look at this great beast I slayed and mounted its wings on my wall! Gasp in awe!’) It felt like something from a children’s storybook, and he wasn’t sure if Cahsi was just fucking with him or if that was supposed to be considered normal. No way was he about to test if it was true by going into some stranger’s home and potentially getting caught in their homemade dungeon.

Which is why he had to be sure the house he was setting out to find was actually Cahsi’s. 

This place was too quaint for the likes of someone like him, but he needed something from Cahsi, and she said she’d be at her home all weekend. So he’d bear through it. He was tough. He could handle wading through a domestic setting without his skin itching for a fight. Probably. (and if he thought about it too long, it’d bring him back to that brief year of happiness with Axel. The closest he ever got to a domestic life. No thanks, brain.) 

Cahsi had sent him a letter to him via moogle mail with the most awful, nonsensical map known to man explaining how to find her home, which he’d never been to and hadn’t planned on. But she was ‘too lazy to bother traveling somewhere to meet up, even if it were at a major aetheryle. Please Vaile, I just want one lazy weekend where I don’t have to dress up and put on my weapon. You come to me, or you can wait.’ 

So here he was. Sort of. He was close? He was in the correct general area, as far as he could tell, but all these districts looked exactly the same, and ‘it’s a carbuncle themed house, you can’t miss it’, did not help when there were a surprising number of people with colorful homes themed after the same creature. Cahsi didn’t seem to be wearing her linkpearl right now, as she wasn’t picking up. He sighed. Not worth the trouble for what he needed, maybe, but he’d already traveled…

After another few minutes of aimless wandering and deliberation, he finally went to the nearest retainer bell and rang it until he could get someone to fetch Cahsi’s for him. 

When the familiar, stout figure arrived at the plaza, Vaile wasted no time: “Hey, you! Retainer. Where is she?”

Upon noticing who it was asking, the retainer’s face went from a neutral expression to one of slight annoyance. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly know what you mean. Some manners would go a long way to start, boy.”

“Just tell me!”

“....” 

The lalafell in front of him pretended to examine and remove a speck of dust from his outfit, completely ignoring the reaper that towered over him. Hard to be cowed by a punk with a short fuse when you were already dead, after all. Not much phased Bobby, though he certainly could phase through plenty. Having been around for numerous calamities and no signs of returning to the afterlife, Bobby had gotten exceedingly good at controlling his physicality. He could be solid when needed to do his job, but most of the time he was invisible or a blue-tinged, see-through mirage like right now.

It was a standoff Vaile wouldn’t win if he wanted an answer. “Fine. Hello. Nice weather we’re having, aren’t we. Now tell me where Cahsi is.”

“Mmm? And what do we say? A magic word, perhaps?”

“Oh for the love of–you insufferable mage. Please.” Vaile’s teeth were grit together so hard, he could nearly hear them creaking. His hand itched to reach for his weapon, useless as it’d be. Still, it could be fun to see a scythe swing through the man’s apparition. Would it flicker?

“There, now was that really so difficult? Was that painful for you?” His tone dripped with condescension.

“You are so lucky you’ve already left this plane, or I’d be breaking my promise of no bloodshed on the premises right about now–”

“Tsk tsk, the youths these days are so hotheaded. You’d best work on yourself, lad, or I won’t allow you to see miss Theia anymore. She doesn’t need to associate with ruffians.”

“And she doesn’t need a stuffy retainer like you choosing who she gets to see! Let her make her own decisions. She’s the one who invited me here.”

Something changed in Bobby’s expression, the tiniest hint of approval in his eyes. “Hmm. You’re right, I suppose. She’s handled far worse and prickly than you. Very well then.It’s the home right across from the pool, one block down to your left. You can’t miss it. You’ll find her in the library with some guests–friends. I believe you know them. I do hope you’ve packed a bag?”

“What? Why would I need a bag to talk to her?”

“Why, for the sleepover, of course!”

And with that, the retainer flickered into nothing, no doubt having had his fill of tomfoolery for the day.

Good riddance! A sentiment shared by both.

Vaile quickly reached his destination, the sign in front confirming it was hers. Cahsi’s door was unlocked, and there was note waiting for him, telling him she’d be downstairs. Must be where the library is.

As he approached the door leading to it, he heard muffles voices and laughter. Was he really about to intrude on a ‘sleepover’, and whatever that entailed? It was barely dinnertime!

Better to get this over with, Vaile. Sooner you get in there, the sooner you can leave.

As he opened the door, he heard a sentence that made him regret coming here and wishing Bobby had given him the wrong directions: “This has to be the most hackneyed sex pollen plot I’ve ever read, and don’t even get me started about the characterization!”

Was it too late to turn around and pretend he was never here? Unfortunately, three faces turned toward him and exclaimed in greeting.

“Vaile! You’re just in time. You have to join us!”

He nearly felt his adrenaline spike as though he were about to enter battle. What the hells was he getting himself into…?

- To Be Continued… ? - [next]

[manjiroscum]

JASMINES

Character/s: haitani brothers

Warnings: f!reader, hints of sex, stepcest, fluff, bonten does not exist in this timeline, mature language, all characters are above 18+ as always, poly relationship, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: this is for bby aly @riszu 🥺💕 get well soon bby

Synopsis: Taking care of their sick little step-sister is what good brothers do.

WC: 1k

Rain, sunny, pouring rain, and another hot day was an assurance for one to feel unwell due to the constant change of the weather. Believing yourself to be healthy enough to avoid getting the usual colds that were going door to door in the neighborhood, you begrudgingly found yourself lying in bed, sick. Tissues up your runny nose that were drenched with snot that resembled the used condoms sitting in the bin next to your messy desk. A cool patch on your sweaty forehead that was far more uncomfortable than the aftermath of last night’s illicit activities. The regular agenda of heading to the university went down the drain since even the mere thought of making a letter of absence was making your head spin faster than your step-brothers could switch holes. It cemented your fate in staying in bed until you felt better.

Fuck my life.

Thinking back whether you caught the illness during the commute to work, the bedroom door slowly swung open to reveal a mop of purple hued hair cut short, still damp as a towel was hanging loosely on Ran’s shoulder while his own violet irises assessed your exhausted form. The shirt he wore was still unbuttoned while the tie he chose for today sat in his hands.

“You okay?”

“Does it look like I’m fucking okay to you?” you snapped before wincing at how your voice croaked in the end. Throat dry and itchy. Upon realization that you used a harsh tone to address your concerned step-brother, you sighed. “J-just leave me alone and go. No need to feel sorry for me.”

Already used to your cranky self whenever you were sick or your monthly visitor had arrived, your Ran lightly laughed as he made his way closer, sitting on the edge. His hand was cold against your head, touch so soothing that you were almost lulled back to sleep.

“Now why on earth would I leave my darling sister alone while she’s sick, mhm?” Ran softly chuckled, pulling his hand back and crossing his arms across his chest. Those limpid eyes raking your pathetic form. Silently deciding whether he should go to work or stay behind to take care of you. “At least you’re not acting stupid like Rin who still went to class when he could barely stand and was hacking his chest.”

“Fucking heard that, ‘ya know,” Rindou huffed, making his presence known. The ends of his lilac hair tied back while his bangs were clipped back. The furrow of his brows lessened at the sight of you, one quick to rise in question. “What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s got a cold.”

“Yeah?” At the information, Rindou sighed and trudged to your bed. He ignored your protests when he had you move to make more room for his huge stature. “Then why are you rushing around? We had sex last night, she’s now sick so that means it won’t take long before we also start coughing like it’s New Years. Fuck work, I wanna lay down.” Muscled arms wound their way around you, pulling you close to Rindou’s warm chest that had you groaning. “What? Don’t want cuddles from me now, angel?”

“But Rin, it’s already hot—”

“Nonsense.” Nuzzling his chin on the spot between your neck and shoulder, Rindou’s lazy violets met Ran’s annoyed ones. They may not have spoken during the bit where you were whining at the sudden act of affection—one that you were secretly happy for—but it was evident both of them were at conflict on whether who should go out and buy medicine. Sadly for Ran, his younger brother was quick to latch onto you and he’d be heartless to pry you both away. Still, going out of the comforts of the apartment and being out in the rain did not sit well with him. But what choice does he have? “Let’s just stay in bed, yeah? Ran could go buy our medicine, won’t he?”

“Yeah, whatever.” Bending down to press a kiss onto your forehead, Ran smiled down at you. The sight of it had your heart pounding in its ribcage and making your flushed skin even more hot as if he was touching you intimately under broad daylight. “Will be back in a few, ‘kay? If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask Rin.”

One nod was all you gave, giggling at Ran side eyeing his brother prior to his exit. Rindou huffed lightly at the action then grinned at you, his left hand caressing your thigh and drawing abstract shapes on the flesh. “Sleep, angel. Don’t let me distract or prevent you from resting. I’ll just be here, ‘kay? Gonna wake you up once Ran’s back.”

Relaxing in his hold, you breathe in the familiar soothing scent of fabric softener and hummed. “You sure you’ll stay at home? I know how having perfect attendance means to you…”

“Nah.” Shaking his head, Rindou’s embrace slightly tightened. “Taking care of you is a priority. Plus, Ran and I did a number on you last night that I thought you got sick because of that—this is the least we can do.”

Snorting at the statement, you stared at the window across you. Raindrops on the glass, the sound of pitter patter a sort of lullaby to have your eyelids fluttering shut. And sleep, you did. In the protective arms of your step-brother who was better company than anyone whom you dated. Wrong it may be, but you didn’t have the strength to tackle or question your relationship with the brothers right now. Probably you never will, enjoying their presence enough not to. And really, they were good to you.

Really good.

Rindou waking you up by pressing kisses all over your face while Ran enters your room with a bouquet of jasmines was proof of that. The sweet scent of the flowers alleviated the weariness off of you momentarily. A bag filled with medicine and other essential stuff placed on the nightstand. Yes, your step-brothers indeed knew how to keep you satisfied.

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[robininthelabyrinth]

I'm fond of time travel aus, especially yours, so what if just LWJ travelled back to the gusu lectures, either during the 13/16 years or after all the events of canon.

1

Lan Wangji walked slowly towards the room where his uncle’s lectures were held. He had no reason to drag his feet – this was a chance to change the past for the better, to stop so many terrible things from happening – and yet, he couldn’t resist going even more slowly than usual. 

He was a little worried. So much rested on his shoulders.

What would be the right place to make the first change?

“Enjoy the lecture, Wangji,” his brother said as he passed him, returning from his own morning chores.

“Mm,” Lan Wangji said noncommittally.

“Wait,” Lan Xichen said, stopping and turning to look at him. “Hold on. What happened?”

Lan Wangji hesitated.

“Something big?”

“It isn’t –”

“How bad?” Lan Xichen’s eyes went wide. “That bad? How many people died?”

Lan Wangji winced – the answer was, of course, a very great deal, but that was all in the future and hadn’t happened yet – but Lan Xichen read the answer off of him at once.

“That many deaths couldn’t have happened without me knowing,” Lan Xichen said, clearly thinking it through. “And you were fine yesterday. Was it a dream? No, you wouldn’t panic over a dream. Did something happen at night –”

“I’ve returned from the future to change the past,” Lan Wangji blurted out. He couldn’t help it. He’d never been a good liar, and it’d been such a long time since he’d seen his brother so energic over anything…

“Oh,” Lan Xichen said, and visibly relaxed. “Okay. That’s fine. As long as you’re all right, and nobody’s died yet. Let me help?”

When he put it that way – how could Lan Wangji say no?

2

“Wangji?” his uncle called as he entered the hanshi. It was a little early for lectures to be finished – it must have been one of the shorter days, perhaps.

“In here, with me,” Lan Xichen called.

Lan Qiren entered, a worried furrow in his brow. “You missed the lecture. I was concerned.”

Lan Wangji bowed his head. He’d gotten so caught up with talking with his brother that he had forgotten – it was strange, to still have responsibilities that meant going places he was told to go, doing what he was told to do. It’d been years since he had been the one attending classes, rather than teaching them.

And Lan Xichen had acted so naturally about it all that he’d just forgotten. And in forgetting, he’d worried his uncle, which he hadn’t meant to do – his uncle had always meant well, even when they disagreed. He hadn’t allowed his affection for Lan Wangji to stop him from doing what he believed to be the right thing, such as in the battle against Wei Wuxian, but in every other instant he was often Lan Wangji’s staunchest ally within the sect.

It’d been his forceful arguments that had convinced the rest of the sect to allow a formal marriage between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, when Lan Wangji had been certain that the most he would ever get was a quiet understanding and being left alone.  

“Wangji’s returned from the future,” Lan Xichen announced. “He’s nearly as old as you are, and married.”

“Married?” Lan Qiren asked. “To who? That Wei boy?”

Lan Wangji turned to stare.

His uncle looked back at him. “What? Did you think you were being subtle?”

Lan Wangji opened and closed his mouth. He knew he wasn’t, of course, but he’d assumed his lack of subtlety had started…somewhat later in life. According to Lan Xichen, he hadn’t known Wei Wuxian for more than a week at this point.

“My relationship is not what I returned to fix,” he finally said. “There are other events –”

“It is that Wei boy!” His uncle looked – delighted? What? “An excellent choice, Wangji. You’re well matched.”

Lan Wangji felt his ears turning red. His uncle had certainly never said that to him in his past life.

Of course, if he had, Lan Wangji as he had been back then might have died of pure mortification, so it was probably for the best.

“You think so?” Lan Xichen asked. “He seems a bit – excitable –”

“It’ll be good for Wangji to have a challenge,” his uncle said, his eyes curving in a smile. “Someone to excite him every day.”

“I came to tell you about war,” Lan Wangji said, a little desperate to make them stop. “With the Wen sect -”

“The inevitability of war can wait,” Lan Qiren said. “First – do you have any children?”

“…one.”

“You have a child!” Lan Xichen exclaimed. “Wangji! You didn’t say! How wonderful! You have to tell us everything!”

Lan Wangji wondered exactly how he had reached this point.

3

Nie Huaisang had developed a new habit that Lan Wangji didn’t know what to make of.

It hadn’t happened in his first life – certainly not at the Cloud Recesses, but not at any other point thereafter – and that made it strange. For a little while, Lan Wangji was afraid that Nie Huaisang had also returned from the future, since he wouldn’t put it past the Headshaker to have figured out his own way back for his own purposes, but after feeling him out a little he didn’t think so.

But that made what he was doing all the stranger.

From what Lan Wangji remembered, Nie Huaisang had been a little afraid of him during this time, and had largely avoided him, preferring to spend time with Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng. So why was he now following him around, talking about all manner of random things? He often didn’t even provide context for the subjects he brought up, and sometimes merely listed off names of people or places or even sometimes things. 

It was totally nonsensical.

At first, Lan Wangji tried to ignore him, but it had no impact whatsoever. Nie Huaisang just continued what he was doing.

In the end, Lan Wangji cracked first, turning to him all at once while they were walking alone in the garden - or, well, Lan Wangji was walking his patrols, and Nie Huaisang was tagging along. “What are you doing?”

“Getting answers,” Nie Huaisang answered promptly, as if he’d only been waiting for Lan Wangji to ask.

Lan Wangji frowned at him.

Nie Huaisang was still young at this point – young and lazy and frivolous. But Lan Wangji had seen what steel lay beneath, in the years to come, and he would not make the mistake of underestimating him as so many others did.

“What answers?” he asked. “To what questions?”

“I want to know the future, of course!” Nie Huaisang said. “And since it’s obvious that you know it, I’m picking your brain.”

Lan Wangji stared.

His brother figuring it out, he could understand. His uncle had been told directly. Wei Wuxian wouldn’t have surprised him, being both a genius and Lan Wangji’s soulmate. But – Nie Huaisang?

“How?” he asked.

“You very suddenly changed in how you reacted to things,” Nie Huaisang said with a shrug. “I tried to think of all the reasons there might be for it, given the constraints of time and place, and I’ve been testing and eliminating various options ever since. You wince when you think about someone who gets hurt eventually, you know.”

“…I do?”

Nie Huaisang nodded.

“Why are you telling me this?” Lan Wangji asked. The Nie Huaisang of the future was capable of an amazing degree of deception – he could not bring himself to believe that the younger version had been so careless by accident. Especially not with how eager he was to answer Lan Wangji’s questions.

“I want details,” Nie Huaisang said. “Obviously.”

“No.” Lan Wangji didn’t need to think twice about it. It was one thing to tell his family – he hadn’t planned to, but they knew him too well for him to avoid it – and entirely another to let the master schemer have such an advantage.

Nie Huaisang caught his arm. 

“I don’t think you entirely understand, Lan-er-gonzi,” he said. “You flinch whenever anyone says my brother’s name. I want to know why, and I want to stop it from happening.”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to find that steel core so near to the surface, even this young, and yet somehow it was.

“And if I refuse?” he asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.

“You won’t. You have a big brother, too, and you flinch when his name gets said if you’re not paying attention.”

Nie Huaisang was really too smart.

“I won’t,” he agreed. “But supposing I did, what would have been your next step?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Nie Huaisang said. “I would have asked your brother to get it out of you.”

Lan Wangji sighed.

[firefly-in-darkness]

Worst Idea Ever [Part Four]

Characters → Y/N & Bucky Barnes, Other Marvel Characters.

Series Summary → Wedding Season is brutal as it is but throw in two friends that decide to be each other’s plus ones and a mixed bag of feelings, what’s the worst that could happen?

Part FourSummary → Y/N takes Bucky to a place from her past, meeting people that he never imagined Y/N to be friends with and someone else from her past tries to come back into her life.

Word Count → 3k.

Part Two Warnings → 18+, swearing, angst, jealousy, illusion to sexy things. Two idiots.

Beta → @kalesrebellion // all mistakes are my own.

Series Taglist  → Open, just drop me an ask!

A/N → And once again, I wrote the first draft and left it in my docs like I’d posted it... thank you @whitestarbucky​ for being late to the party and reminding me that I actually hadn’t posted it.

Series List // Marvel List // Masterlist

Previously in Part Three: He sunk back into the pillow, his hand dragging down his face. Bucky wasn’t sure what the billionaire genius was referring to, but he felt guilty for whatever Y/N had to witness of him and Jackie. He thought going home with someone else would help quash his feelings but now that he was sober, he knew that it was a stupid idea. He only felt guilt and remorse for what had happened the previous night.

Hooking up with a woman in front of Y/N was the worst idea ever.

The breeze from the rental car window was just enough to keep Y/N alert as she drove the last stretch of their five-hour journey, well maybe a bit longer if you counted going through the whole airport process. Y/N had felt tense the second she met Bucky at JFK and the thought of being confined to a small space that was thousands of feet in the air.

Y/N didn’t want to talk about how things had become uncomfortable after Peter and Gwen’s rehearsal dinner. She was embarrassed but she also had avoided the subject completely when she met him the next day for the wedding. Bucky’s familial duties took him away from her which, to her benefit, meant that she hardly saw him. 

The celebration was enjoyable but there was an annoying voice in the back of her head telling her to talk to Bucky about everything. But she couldn’t, he was her friend of over a decade. Plus, now that they were on their way to another wedding, it had already been three weeks since they last saw each other. 

Bucky had probably forgotten about the incident, and he was too drunk to see that he and Jackie hurt her. She should just brush it under the carpet, right?

The journey wasn’t as bad as Y/N thought; she was able to lose herself in her book or the music playlist that Nat had sent to her a few days ago. ‘Perfect for long journeys’, she’d said. All the while, Bucky lounged in the seat beside her, reading on his kindle or chatting about the usual nonsense that was his dating life.

It was as if nothing had happened, nothing had changed, and Y/N knew that she was just overthinking the possibility of them crossing the line of friendship. It was only a side effect of their fake dating arrangement and being in romantically charged places.

The motel parking lot gravel crunched under the tyres as Y/N pulled in. Relief flooded her and she sluggishly climbed out, stretching her arms high and shaking out her legs. The freedom from the cramped space behind the wheel didn’t alleviate heaviness in her muscles and all that she craved was a nap.

Bucky headed to the reception to pick up the key, and within minutes they were able to access the room, and Y/N instantly flopped face-first onto the bed. Kicking her shoes off and shuffling up the mattress, she pulled the side of the duvet and rolled over into a cocoon and let the nap take hold of her.

Bucky clambered through the door with Y/N’s luggage as well as his own, muttering to himself about her being a lazy pain in his ass. But when he saw her peacefully sleeping form on the bed, he couldn’t help but smile. The way she had cocooned herself in the covers, and how her soft snores puffed out her lips; it was adorable.

Then the guilt reared its head. He’d tried to approach the subject of the rehearsal dinner at the airport but from the tension in her body and the intense focus on reading her book, he knew that she wouldn’t talk. She was embarrassed, and he would have been too if he’d been caught with a sex toy at a rehearsal dinner.

Deep down, he knew something else was bothering Y/N. She was too focused on the road ahead instead of listening to his woeful attempts at dating. His thoughts kept reverting to the moment he kicked Jackie out after awaking to Y/N’s text messages; he felt like he’d upset Y/N, disappointed her but wasn’t that what this was all about? They were being one another’s company until they found someone they wanted to date. That’s what this was.

Since Peter’s wedding, fond moments Bucky had shared with Y/N had started to dance behind his eyes. Their shared memories from over the years playing on repeat at night. Making breakfast together while the rest of their friends groaned about their hangovers in the other room, the candid way she’d grab his prosthetic arm and he always felt a rush of warmth when he realised that once again, it didn’t bother her. 

That was before all the technological adaptations to connect to his nervous system. She touched his arm like it was real. And once those adaptations were made, Bucky felt her tender touch and the soft skin of her palm. He felt at ease, calm, at peace even, with her compared to the rest of the people in his life, the world. He was whole with her.

A horn blasted in the parking lot and caught Bucky’s attention before he refocused on Y/N’s sleeping form. Bucky wasn’t sure about his feelings anymore, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of their pact or whether Y/N felt something more. He could be just imagining it. She had never judged him, had always been by his side at college. 

They were partners in crime, as thick as thieves. And since then, they’d drifted into a more casual friendship but maybe there could be something there. Stop it. He berated and carried on unloading the car, focused intently on collecting their belongings.

Y/N felt better than before but she still felt drowsy, and the flickering television showing an old western film lulled her further into the bed. Absentmindedly, she pulled Bucky’s arm around her shoulder and nuzzled into his chest. The smell of his cologne added to the comfort she already found herself in, then she realised what she had done.

Now that she was there, she didn’t know what to do, she was frozen in place. She could remove her arms from his waist, or maybe pretend she was still asleep and roll away again. The embarrassment tingled at her cheeks and the feel of his toned stomach under her forearm made her core ache with want. She snapped out of it when she felt Bucky shuffle away from her.

“Erm, what are you doing?” Bucky frowned at her, seriousness in his features.

“It’s just a hug, I’m half asleep, chill out.” Y/N pretended to not let the hurt of rejection show and put it back onto Bucky, “Do you not like cuddles or something?”

Bucky unfurled his arm and shook his head at her, “I don’t wanna cuddle you.” 

Y/N sighed dramatically and flopped back onto bed dramatically, “Fine, don’t crawl over to me when it gets cold in here tonight.”

Bucky had lied, he did like cuddles. He wanted to cuddle Y/N with every fibre of his being. He didn’t want to get used to it, to the feel of Y/N’s warm body pressed against him, only to have it be taken away. He didn’t want to miss her touch once he had been graced with it. He wasn’t good enough for her, anything more than friendship wouldn’t work. It surely couldn't?

He turned off the television and decided to leave her to sleep in peace. He knew for certain that the next time she woke up, she’d be cranky because she hadn’t eaten. With the fear of Y/N throwing a tantrum like a two-year-old, he headed out into the town to find some food for the drama queen.

Bucky threw on his jacket and grabbed the keys, Y/N’s phone flashing drew his attention. A notification: an envelope with Dean bolded beside it. He knew that he wouldn’t read it, no matter how tempting the voices in the back of his head were telling him to see what had happened since Y/N and Dean’s rendezvous at Darcy’s wedding.

Bucky, annoyed at the taunting notification, he knew Y/N’s password, it was the same for everything and he’d constantly scolded her for that. But he’d never invade her privacy. And right now, he needed to get out of the room. It was stifling and it felt like the walls had closed in around him. Y/N’s soft snores had become irritating as the recurring feeling of jealousy took over and he stormed out of the room.

A group of large men covered in tattoos with long beards, unmistakably their Harleys resting in the parking bay out the front of the venue made Y/N feel like she was finally home. It wasn’t the usual aesthetic for a wedding reception and maybe Y/N should have warned Bucky. Where’s the fun in that? She thought as she reached the entrance, but Bucky was no longer beside her.

Y/N turned to find his confused face across the sidewalk, “Come on, we’re here.”

Bucky jogged over to her, he frowned as he read the sign on the wall, “Right, we are going to a bar called Hell House that used to be a Catholic boarding school for a wedding?”

“Yes, I told you, it’s for some dear friends from when I lived here.” She ushered him inside with a giggle. “I know my way around, just follow me.”

“You said you lived in a suburb,” Bucky muttered as he walked into the dimly lit bar.

The number of people dressed similarly to the men outside was growing tenfold and Y/N could feel the tension reeling off him. She knew he wouldn’t be scared, but probably surprised by the company she kept in her hometown. They were a different, very different group of friends to those she met at college.

“Hey Chocolate Puddin’!” Y/N screamed and threw her arms around the man wiping down a table.  The man reciprocated with the usual awkward hug; not holding her too tightly in case Y/N clocked him one for feeling her up on accident again. She pulled away and gestured to her date. “And this is Bucky.”

He shook Bucky’s hand and introduced himself, “Weasel. This one just mocks me for not knowing what emojis mean.”

Y/N tugged on Bucky’s jacket to bring his ear closer and whispered, “He thought the poop emoji was chocolate ice cream or somethin’.”

“What can I get you to drink?” Weasel asked as he wiped the glasses and placed them on the bar.

“Blowjob!!” Another man shouted and spun Y/N around, pulling her away from the bar and out of Bucky’s hearing range. “Well, look at you Care Bear. Looking like a fuckable plushie.”

Weasel muttered under his breath and fixed the bailey and whipped cream shot while jealousy brewed in Bucky’s chest as he watched Y/N being picked up by the handsome man. He couldn’t react, how could he in a room full of giants and he’d hardly admitted his feelings to himself yet. 

Instead, he clutched the bottle of beer that Weasel handed him. Y/N knew these people, if she didn’t want to be manhandled then she would have done something about it. And Bucky wasn’t sure why that annoyed him more; that she was more casual with affections or that she didn’t do this with him.

Bucky turned away for a second only to turn around to see a woman grabbing Y/N’s face and pushing their faces together in a smacking kiss. His mouth dropped agape, as the women giggled and hugged one another. He needed to talk to you about what kind of place you grew up in because this was not what he pictured.

“You get used to it.” Weasel commented and held up two crossed fingers, “those three are like that. Never known a throuple like it.”

Bucky frowned, “a what?”

“He’s messing with you Buck, he’s just jealous that he never got to tap any of us. Bucky, this is Wade and Vanessa.”

It then dawned on him that the man that ordered a blow job and the woman that snogged his fake date were the newlyweds. Vanessa was one of Y/N’s oldest friends from high school and had introduced her to Wade, but never explained how. Maybe the venue had something to do with it but now he was even more curious and a little less jealous.

The four of them drank round after round at a table that had been set aside for the special couple. The table didn’t look any different to the others apart from the fact that it was probably the cleanest and the only distinguishable feature was the folded piece of paper with the words ‘reservation for wade & ness’ scrawled on it.

“So how did you two meet?” Bucky asked the couple.

“Y/N and I went our separate ways after school.” Vanessa held out her hand on the table, Y/N immediately grabbing it. “One of us sold themselves to the world of men and the other became a stripper.”

Y/N cackled, and Bucky enjoyed the carefree nature that Y/N had around this pair. She was uninhibited and more herself than he’d seen in a long time. Growing up with someone is a different type of friendship with the ones you meet at college. Bucky’s mind drifted to Steve Rogers, his childhood friend and how they were practically brothers, always getting into trouble. 

“Wade came in after finishing a job, courtesy of me.” Y/N dramatically placed her hand on her chest then looked at Bucky, “Oh right, you don’t know what Wade does for a living. So erm, basically he can be hired to help people with difficult situations rather than calling the police.”

Bucky paused and dropped the bottle onto the table with a thunk and immediately found Y/N’s eyes. He wasn’t sure where this story was going but he didn’t like the sound of it at all. Not one little bit.

“My ex was causing me some hassle and Wade gave him a little scare.” Y/N beamed through her drunkenness and turned back to the couple, “and because Wade came the next night to pay his merc fees, he met Ness.”

“Oh yeah, it was that douche, Francis. Francis. Stalker shit his pants when he saw me.” Wade barked out a laugh and turned to Vanessa, muttering words into her ear. The couple becoming completely lost in one another.

Bucky turned to Y/N, “Didn’t you date Francis in college?”

Y/N hiccupped and nodded, then vacated her seat before Bucky could respond. He watched her fiddle with the dials on the jukebox while he mulled over his thoughts; why hadn’t Y/N come to him or Sam about Francis? 

He’d have to ask her when she was sober because there was no way he was going to get the information from her now or the newlyweds. They were almost tearing each other’s clothes off as they made out. 

Y/N had finally picked a track and it boomed through the speakers. Her and a group of others dancing along to the beat. Bucky left the passionate display of intimacy and joined Y/N on the makeshift dance floor which was just some tables pushed to the side.

“Buckaroo!” She crooned and pulled him into a formal hold for such an upbeat song, “So who are we hooking you up with tonight?”

Bucky was completely surprised at her comment, he had hoped that she didn’t like what had happened on their last date and how it turned out with Jackie. Then again, Dean had text her earlier. He must have read this situation completely wrong, and he didn’t want her to know that. She couldn’t know how he felt, he wasn’t sure about it either. That’s what he kept telling himself.

He decided to play along and nod towards a young woman, “what about her?”

Y/N checked over his shoulder as they spun around the small space, she rolled her eyes at the sight of Hope Summers, “I don’t think that’s a good idea unless you want to get beaten up by her dad.”

He followed Y/N’s line of sight and spotted the man glaring at him as if he knew exactly what Bucky had thought or said about his daughter. He immediately shifted Y/N around, spinning her out and back in to avoid looking into the creepy old man’s death stare.

“I need a drink,” Y/N stopped dancing, gathering her breath.

Bucky led the way to the bar and Y/N happily held onto his hand until they were met with Weasel’s agitated face as he held the corded phone to his ear before placing the receiver to his chest.

“It’s for you.” He gestured to Y/N who rounded the bar with confusion etched across her face. Nobody who knew Hellhouse's number knew she was here or would be calling because they’re all here as far as she could tell. 

Weasel kept his hand over the mouthpiece as she approached, “It’s Tyler.”

Y/N glanced to Bucky who sipped on his beer and talked to Neena, another of her high school friends that had ended up in similar work as Wade, she was nicknamed Lucky for all the ways she miraculously got out of tricky situations.

Bucky ducked closer to Neena’s, whispering into her ear and a wave of anger erupted in Y/N. She was done with being second best, Bucky was only doing this to meet other women. She wasn’t what he wanted.

Finally, she put the phone to her ear and prepared herself to listen to whatever her ex-boyfriend wanted to say. With a deep breath, she answered the call as coolly as she could.

Bucky turned back to the bar and saw the frustration on Y/N’s face growing, it wasn’t a pleasant phone call. Plus, surely, they would have rung her mobile. He scooted around the bar and approached Y/N, her back now turned from him and her fingers wrapped and unwrapped from the coil of the phone’s cord.

“Tyler, please just listen to me.” She hissed. “I am not interested. I’ve moved on.”

Bucky froze at Y/N’s words, when did she move on? And who had she moved onto? Was it that guy that she met at Darcy's wedding? Dean. The name grated his nerves. He couldn’t blame her; she was allowed to move on. Worry filled his thoughts, could he have caused Y/N to run into the arms of someone else because he hooked up with Jackie.

Y/N slammed the handset into its holder on the wall, spinning to Bucky and the moment he saw her unshed tears, he pulled her into his arms. Pushing his feelings aside, he knew that he needed to be there for her regardless of if she had moved on to someone new.

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[seraphdreams]

greengreengreen

warnings : smut, fem!reader, drunk sex, suna being a bit of a jerk at the end, college AU

wc - 2.8k

a/n - this was originally gonna be a football!au but i got lazy and changed it back to volleyball

There’s cheering heard from the end of the hallway in the spacious university. Loud whooping and chants were heard as your classmates ran up to the commotion. You continued walking foreward at your steady pace, avoiding the crowd. “Look! The volleyball team is back!” You hear a student exclaim. You pause in your tracks, throat suddenly dry. You swallow, eyes growing wide as you lock orbs on the tall newbie the volleyball team welcomed. His eyes were like a fox’s, narrow and uninterested.

The way the jersey he has on enunciates his long toned torso, has you in awe. He seemed not to care about the praise and applause he was getting but instead taking out his cloth and wiping his forehead with the towel previously draped around his neck.

Your white haired best friend came up to you from the herd, suddenly looking at you in confusion. waving a hand in front of your face. A trance, is what you’re in. Just a split second of eye contact with what you’d describe as the prettiest man you’ve ever seen had you flustered. His allure was so daunting, leaving you almost speechless.

“Hey, Y/N. Hello? Guess what?” You snap out of your thoughts, looking up at Kita. He was also on the football team. His hair was drenched in sweat and face flushed pink. You cock your head to side, a response to his question. “We won the game, and that new second year is amazing!” He continues. “New second year? The one you were just thinking about? He’s....amazing? Is that why he was getting so much attention?” You think to yourself. Once again you were brought back to reality by Kita, clapping his hand to get your attention.

“Oh! Sorry, i was just wondering, when did he get on the team?” You question, straightening up at the loud clasp of his hands. The team finally got through the hallway, walking past you and Kita. He looks to the side, noticing the slow walking brunette. As soon as the man is in the same radius as Kita, he pulls him by the arm, yanking him into the conversation. He was slightly crouching under the shorter’s grip on his arm.

“He’s been on the team for a few weeks, this is Suna Rintarō. He scored us 12 points at tonight’s game.” Kita announces, Suna straightening up as Kita’s grip loosens. Your heart beats faster, feeling as if it’s going to burst out of your chest. “Hi, i’m Y/N” You say in a soft voice. He raises his eyebrows in affirmation, looking at you deep in your eyes.

Kita observes your body language, the way you held your hands behind your back, squeezed your thighs at the look Rintarō gave you, and licked your lips as you looked up at him with “innocent” eyes. Kita whispers something in his ear, Suna walking away a few seconds later. “It’s kinda late, isn’t it? Want me to walk you to your dorm?” Kita progresses. You nod your head and walk side by side out of the now empty hallway.

“‘Samu, i’m telling you, that’s my shoe!” You hear a loud voice from the outdoor courtyard. You spot Atsumu, obviously fighting with his twin. As you and Kita crept closer on your commute to the dorms, he scolded, “Twins! Cut that out!” Osamu and Atsumu halt then straighten out their clothes, scoffing at one another. “I swear they still act like they’re still in high school” Kita says with a chuckle. Pretty scenery of the campus went by as you and Kita continue to chat on your way to the dorms.

It was your second year of university. Kita’s been your best friend since your first year of highschool when you decided to become the manager of their volleyball team. He was so nice and a great person to talk to about whatever, always listening and giving the best advice. You both grew closer as the years progressed, instantly becoming best friends.

You’re in the same grade as the twins, having been with them since your first year as well. They were your source of entertainment and gossip. That’s why you were a bit confused how they never told you about the rookie. “Looks like we’re here.” You say looking at the room number on your dorm. Warm arms wrap around your shoulders as Kita pulls you in for a sweaty hug, flashing a smile at you before leaving toward his own dorm. “Ugh Shinsuke!” You joke opening the door to your room and carefully stepping in.

_________

After a long shower, you work on your school work, still in a towel. You decided to finish a few math problems, chewing at the end of the pen. There was no need to do work now, it was the Friday and the you could relax all weekend, maybe drink some wine. You check your phone. A message from Osamu catches your eyes.

There’s a house party a few minutes away. Wanna come with me?

A party didn’t seem to bad at the moment, you were already showered and hadn’t gotten dressed, having fun won’t hurt. You text him back a “sure”. You weren’t necessarily a party person, only clinging to the people you knew, but maybe you’d step out of your comfort zone. You search through a mess of clothes piled on your chair, stuffed in your drawer, and under your bed, until you found the perfect outfit. Something short. You put on makeup, spraying loads of setting spray to make sure you don’t sweat it off.

You slipped on your shoes and pranced to the door and down the hallway. You look both ways frantically, waiting to see a familiar face. Finally, you see a silhouette of the twins walking towards you. Atsumu held keys in his hand, jingling at every step he made. Once they were visible and in a close enough distance, Osamu cleared his throat. “We have to wait for someone else.” He stated. “Who?” You ask in curiosity, thinking it could be Kita or Aran.

You hear a door unlock from the back of the hall, the man was walking slowly looking down at his phone.

From where you were standing it looked like he was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. “Suna! Hurry the fuck up!” Atsumu yells. He looks up from his phone and slowly jogs up to him. You felt your heart pulsate the same way it did before. “Suna was coming? Why didn’t Osamu tell me?” you ask yourself. Once Suna caught up with the group, you all walked out the dorm hall and down the stairs.

It was a long quiet walk from the courtyard to the student parking lot, Suna being on his phone and the twins not speaking.

Atsumu found his car and unlocked the door, him driving with ‘Samu in the passenger seat and you and Suna in backseats. You strapped yourself in, everyone else following suit. Osamu hooks his phone up to aux cord, playing his playlist.

The rod was about 15 minutes long. ‘Tsumu pulls up to a large house on an almost abandoned street. There were lights flashing, seen from the windows and reflecting outside. You could see people outside with drinks in their hands, laughing at whatever nonsense they were talking about.

You look over at an unamused Suna, still looking down at his phone. “Who’s the designated driver?” Osamu questions. Atsumu raises his eyebrows and turns to his twin, eyes lighting up. “No. I don’t trust you” His twin replies, sitting back in the seat, arms folded. “I promise i’ll stay sober ‘Samu!” He pouts childishly. Osamu scoffs in response unbuckling his seatbelt. The group treads out of the car. You fix your outfit as you close the door to Atsumu’s black 2019 Dodge Charger.

You walk behind the group, keeping your eyesight fixated on the broad back of the brunette in front of you. Atsumu opens the door. You’re greeted with loud music, a blend of different bodies, and on your far right, tall stairs with a few people sitting down at the front. Nobody you knew was there except for the company you came with. You walk to the least crowded place, the drink table. You weren’t really a heavy drinker, but a shot or two wouldn’t hurt in helping you loosen up. The air suddenly smelt of a heavy masculine scent.

“Do you know what you’re drinking?” The deep, quiet voice says. You turn your head, meeting his chest then looking into his eyes. It was Suna. You nod and point to the label written on the bottle, “vodka”. He chuckles, a breathy laugh erupting from his throat. You smile at his expression, a little confused.

“What?”. He sets his drink down on the counter and puts his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. “You look a little bit lightweight, and there’s a lot of alcohol in your cup.” You scoff, putting the cup to your lips, inhaling the green apple taste, shuddering at the burning sensation that comes afterwards. The boy you thought was quiet wasn’t as quiet as you thought.

You lock your eyes on the snake tattoo that wrapped around his lower neck then disappeared under his shirt. He caught your examining eyes then looked over your head, a hungry Osamu stuffing his face with hors d’oeuvres. “What does that tattoo mean?” You ask. Rintaro inhales, then takes a sip from his drink. “I forgot. I got it when i was really high” He says, rubbing the back of his neck. You look up at his slit-like eyes, they glowed green, obvious evil intent behind them. You look down at the now empty cup in your hands. “Damn, you finished that fast” He says, eyes wide as he peers at the red cup in your hand. He finished the drink in his hand soon after, as to one-up you.

The conversation went on for what felt like hours. You grew more and more intoxicated as the minutes passed. The bass in the music throbbing in your head. Everything that came out of Suna’s mouth sounded slurred. You nodded at every noise you could comprehend. In the blink of an eye, he was no longer in front of you. You felt a large hand wrap around your waist, tugging on the fabric of your shirt. You felt swaying motions behind you.

The heartbeat of the figure prodding aggressively against your head. The music was slower, sensual even. You try to reach for your phone in your bag, haziness fogging over your mind. A hard grip on your arm knocks you out of your daze. You felt hard pulling, trying to look up at who was dragging you up the stairs. To your surprise, it was Rintarō. As you ascend up the stairs, you pass rooms. Suna checks the locks on each of the doors then opens the door of finally unlocked room in the middle of the hall.

The room was dark with only the pale moonlight shining through the window, insinuating the unholy bright green glint in his eyes. He motions for you to lay on the bed. You do as told, not sure why.

He kneels in front of you, wrapping his rough hands around your thighs and spreading them away, face to face with your cunt. He groans at the sight. “Are you a virgin?” He questions, snapping you out of the lust that was growing in your core. You shyly nod your head. “Do you want me to continue?” He solicits, looking up at you. You nod your head slowly.

He wraps his limber fingers around the waistband of your bottoms, pulling them down along with your underwear, a string of slick connecting your garments with your warm body. Another groan slips from his mouth, “So pretty.”

He attaches his lips to your clit, sucking and licking the bud. You arch your back, fisting the sheets beneath you. His gaze into your eyes like needles piercing your skin, sharp. He uses his skilled tongue to lap around your slit, dipping in and out. The cries you let out are loud, causing him to slow down his pace. He removes his lips from your cunt. They were glossed in your slick. He licks his lips then presses a thick finger into your hole. You yelp in surprise, gasping as he brutally finger fucks you. You tangle your hands in his dark brown locks, crying out words like “please” and “fuck”. He slips in another digit in no remorse for your poor tight cunt. The way he curls his fingers inside you while thumbing your clit has you in pure ecstasy.

You hiccup as you feel your orgasm pooling through you. He sucks the creamy liquid you left on his fingers. A vexatious smile on his face as he stands up and towers over your small frame.

“I want you to take all of me.” He demands. You look down at the growing bulge in his jeans the back up at him. You whimper at the sight, scared for your hole. He leans over to meet your eyes. He places sloppy kisses on your lips, using his tongue to part your lips. You scratch at his back as he deepens the kiss by pressing his tongue against yours. You kiss back letting him take control. He runs his lips down your jaw, meeting your neck.

He sinks his sharp canines into your neck harshly sucking on the flesh. He leaves little love bites all the way down to your chest. He stands back and looks at your abused body, proud of the work he’s done. He slides his shirt over his head and tosses it on the floor next to your bottoms. The snake tattoo you previously seen before looks more prominent now, more dangerous. You lean back, spreading your legs wider as he pulls his cock out from his jeans. He strokes a few times before aligning it with your drooling cunt

He slowly glides the tip in, sucking his teeth at the way you clench around the fat head. You wince at the pain. He tries pushing in once again, you getting tighter at each advance. He reaches his hand over to your thigh, rubbing the skin in small circles. “Breathe.” He whispers in spite to soothe you. You deeply inhale then exhale. Suna pushes halfway through, groaning at the feeling. An image of your smile flashes through his mind, the way you made him feel warm. “Hey?” He questions. You look up at him, confused by the childlike grin on his face.

“What’s red and shaped like a bucket?” Rintarō jokes. You shoot him a confused look. “i don’t know.” You say. “A red bucket.” The laugh you let out was quickly cut off by a sharp inhale. He thrusted his full length inside your cunt. “Sorry” He apologizes apathetically. You mewl at his dangerously fast pace inside you. It hurts but the pain was soon overridden by pleasure. He rubs your clit in harsh circles. You slip your hand under your shirt to play with your nipples.

A soft moan escapes from your core. The bliss was immense, leaving you breathless as he continued to bruise your cervix with his terribly accurate thrusts. You couldn’t take too much of it before you felt your core heat up. The pleasure ran through your whole body, attacking all of your nerves. You felt numb, mumbling and babbling unintelligible words.

“Good girl, you take me so well” He praises, pressing down on the bulge visible in your stomach. You moan at his words, trembling from the orgasm that’s about to crash through you. “Su-“ You try to let out. “I’m gonna cum!” You mewl, trying to sound as audible as possible. You wrap your hands around his wrist while arching your back. Hot liquid splashes his lower abdomen, coating his cock with your cream.

“Fuck, you squirted” He gasps, chasing his own high. The overstimulation leaves you tired and unable to respond to his thrusts. His thighs tense as he nears his orgasm. He sprays his warm seed in your cunt, painting the walls white. You both pant as you catch your breaths.

He tucks his cock back into his pants and grabs his shirt on the floor, putting it on. He tosses you your bottoms. “How does it feel to be bred your first time?” He mocks. The green glow in his eyes came back, more vibrant than ever. He leaves the room, leaving you to clean yourself up. You laid in the bed for a while, a text from Osamu waking you up from almost dozing off.

Come outside, we’re leaving

You trot downstairs, collecting your things and meeting the twins at the car. Atsumu looked to be out of it completely, Suna recording and laughing. It seemed like you and Rintarō became strangers again, he didn’t acknowledge you at all. Osamu was driving this time. You opened the door and sat on the seat, seeing Suna glued to his phone once again. There was complete silence the whole ride back, except Atsumu talking to himself.

You leaned your head back on the seat and fell asleep.

[rudysrings]

TEACH ME

The lifeguard at the beach yesterday inspired me to write this...y’all tell me that’s 👆👆👆not JJ!!!!

Summary: The reader has to train a new lifeguard, a certain blonde who can’t seem to stop hitting on her.

Word count: 4.1k (Holy shit what did I do)

Warnings: Uh mentions of drowning, weed, fluff? Not much this is really just a sweet oneshot

Credit to @alexa-playafricabytoto for the killer idea...I don’t think I did it justice but here we go anyways 😂

DISCLAIMER: I don’t know shit about lifeguards and was too lazy to do research so this it’s extremely likely that this is HIGHLY inaccurate and I’m sorry about that but just go with it for fanfic purposes, eh?

“Hey, Y/N!” Mr. Rodriguez, your manager called out for you from his office in the beach’s visitor center. You had just clocked in, still in your jean shorts and tank. 

You quickly walked over, popping your head in the doorway of his office. Seated in front of him, you noticed, was a blond in a red snapback, a Kildare County Marina T-shirt on. “Yeah, boss?” You asked.

He gave you a rare, sweet smile, gesturing for you to sit down. 

Confused, you cautiously walked over, sliding into the empty chair beside the blonde boy. You felt him glance at you but you looked straight at your manager.

“So Kyle’s out on some family emergency this week…” Your manager started.

You scoffed inwardly but didn’t say anything out loud for the sake of being professional. Kyle’s family emergency was most likely him passed out and hungover after a night of drinking, smoking and a shit ton of coke or molly or acid or whatever he was taking these days. 

“And seeing as he was your partner and was supposed to train the newbie,” Mr. Rodriguez continued, gesturing towards the boy beside you, “So meet JJ Maybank, your new partner until I decide he’s learned enough from you.”

Your beach’s lifeguards worked on a partner system, due to its size. There were always two lifeguards in every tower to maintain maximum security.

You tried not to groan. JJ Maybank? Of all the people in the world, you had to get stuck with the one notorious for recklessness, theft, and starting fights? Of fucking course, you did.

“Right,” You nodded, giving your manager a tight-lipped smile, maintaining your politeness while subtly letting him know you were not happy with the cards you had just been dealt.

Again, without looking at JJ, you stood up, your hands on your hips. “When do we start?” You asked.

“Right now.”

You nodded, turning on your heel and calling over your shoulder. “You coming, Maybank?”

You heard shuffling as he followed after your long strides. You grabbed a rescue buoy for yourself and tossed one to JJ, who caught it with ease. You walked toward the front desk, smiling at Cheri, one of the receptionists your own age who was always nice to you, letting you get away with things she probably shouldn’t have. Picking up two whistles, you walked out the door and finally greeted the boy.

“So you lifeguard now?” 

He shrugged. “I do whatever to pay for my pot.” 

You rolled your eyes, walking down the beach towards your assigned tower for the day. “I can respect that.”

“So there are a few things you should know,” You began, to which JJ listened intently.

“I figure Rodriguez has already been through the list of your duties?” You raised an eyebrow in question.

JJ nodded. “Thoroughly. He doesn’t think I’ve a single brain cell, that man. He tried to draw me a picture of the lifeguard tower.”

You held in a smile. “If you ask me, he’s right to think that,” you quipped, making JJ pout.

“Anyways, apart from that, you need to know a few other things that are kind of unwritten. For example, don’t bother telling people to get off the rocks, just be ready to save them if they fall.”

JJ wrinkled his brows. “The fuck kind of rule is that? Not even going to warn people?”

You shrugged. “Unless you want to make a scene with a bunch of Karens shouting at you for dictating rules on a public beach, then you’ll do as I say.”

JJ grumbled. ‘Yes, ma’am.”

“Bob your head every once in a while so you don’t miss the people right below you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Keep the buoy on you wherever you go.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And lastly, don’t ever think someone is faking anything. Doesn’t matter if your friend is pranking you, we gotta do what we gotta do. We have to save every last imbecile on this beach.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Frustrated, You turned towards him, stopping in the sand, one hand on your hip. “Oh, shut your trap with that ma’am nonsense, Maybank. Trust me, you lucked out with getting me as a partner over Kyle—”

JJ nodded. “I sure did, guy’s a total tool. Besides, hot girl over junkie guy,” he whistled low, “no debate there.”

You tried not to blush at JJ calling you hot, but you felt the tips of your ears turn pink.

“Right, well, you can’t be hitting on me while we’re working together, Maybank.”

“Why not?”

You stepped forward, poking him in the chest. “Because you’ve known me since we were kids, yet we’ve never spoken. So don’t go pretending that I’m not invisible anymore.”

JJ frowned. 

You turned, “Come on, there’s work to do.”

One the two of you climbed up the tower, you put on your whistle and gestured for JJ to lean forward, so that you could toss it over his neck. He did so, accidentally knocking his forehead on yours. “Sorry,” he mumbled, stepping away. 

As he settled in, you stripped your shorts and tank, now left in your ruby red lifeguard one piece.

Today was slow, being a Wednesday off-season, and JJ tried to start a conversation. He pulled out a joint and offered it to you. 

You gave him an “Are you kidding me,” look and he shrugged, unbothered, lighting it up and taking a long hit. “So what’s Keith really doing if he’s not having a family emergency?”

“Kieth? You mean Kyle?”

JJ nodded. “Right, him.”

You laughed dryly, “Probably wrecked after popping ten too many pills and sleeping with a few too many girls. Guy doesn’t know when to stop.”

JJ didn’t look at you, looking out at the sea. “So when did you two break it off?”

“What—We—” You spluttered.

JJ took another long inhale from the joint. “It’s easy to see, babe.”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” you snapped, pulling down your sunglasses from atop your head, hoping to hide the emotions that were most definitely swimming in your eyes. 

“S’not, I know,”

“Then why ask?”

“Just curious as to how a girl like you ended up with a douche like him.”

You were quiet for a moment, before you said, “He wasn’t always like this.”

“Only doing coke, not into molly yet?” JJ joked.

You chuckled. “No, not like that. He was incredibly kind, he had the biggest heart.” You fingered the wood on the arm of your chair.

“Then what happened?”

“Then his mom died, and I wasn’t enough.” Your hand retreated into your lap. 

“He dump you?”

Your eyes narrowed. “No, I dumped him. I’m smart enough to know when I’m getting less than I deserve.”

JJ hummed. “I think I have a chance then.”

You laughed. “You’ve got nothing more than wishful thinking, Maybank.”

“Come to the kegger tonight. I’ll show you wishful thinking.”

You almost gasped at his forwardness. “No, you idiot.”

He turned towards you, meeting your eyes, pleading. You didn’t relent. 

“Fine, miss, I’ll just let you keep that stick up your ass then.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

When lunch came around, you let him go first, and when he returned, smelling of way too much weed, you asked, “You mind if I catch some waves? Think you can hold your own for a half hour?”

JJ gave a toothy grin. “Hell yeah, and watch you ride those waves? It’s going to be hard for me to watch anything but you.”

You smacked him over the head. “Do your job or we’ll both be in trouble, Maybank.”

You grabbed your board and climbed down, racing across the sand towards the water. Finally, you let yourself relax, sinking into the waves as they came. You even caught yourself doing a couple tricks, unconsciously trying to impress the blonde boy who was watching you from the tower. You felt high as a kite when you even managed to successfully execute several cutbacks in a row. You thought you heard a celebratory whistle from the direction of the tower and you jokingly gave a salute towards the beach.

As you climbed back up, JJ cheered. “Holy shit! I knew you were good, but god damn, Y/N! You gotta teach me how to do that Rodeo Flip! I’ve been trying to get it down for years!”

You laughed. “We’ll see, Maybank.”

His hands tugging at his hair in excitement, he asked, “How are you not going pro?!”

You shrugged. “I don’t do it for sport. It’s just something I do for me.”

JJ nodded, a renewed look of respect in his eyes. “Word.”

You spent the rest of your shift laughing at the ridiculous tourists on the beach, especially the ones that forgot sunblock.

You told JJ to go on ahead of towards the visiting center as you had a couple of things left to tidy up. 

When you returned, he was chatting up Cheri, a thousand watt smile on her face as she enjoyed the attention from the pretty blonde.

You rolled your eyes, shoving past them to dump your equipment and clock out. You didn’t know what that bubbling feeling in your abdomen was, or why your stomach lurched at the thought of Cheri and JJ, or maybe you did, but you chose not to think about it too hard, afraid of the conclusion you’d come to.

As you walked out of the visitor center, turning towards home, you heard JJ call your name. You stopped, closing your eyes and muttering a silent prayer for the patience to deal with this boy.

He jogged out, making his way to you. “Hey!” He greeted, out of breath.

“Here to give me another half-assed invite to some kegger?” You asked.

JJ frowned, shaking his head. “No, I just wanted to clarify something you said this morning. You-You said that I thought you were invisible, because we’ve never spoken.”

“And?” you didn’t see where he was going with this other than to insult you.

“We’ve never spoken because I had the biggest crush on you Y/N. I’ve avoided you everywhere. You were hardly invisible to me. If anything, I didn’t think you saw me.”

You laughed. “Sure, Maybank.”

JJ shuffled his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. “It’s true,” he mumbled.

You smiled, “Have fun at the kegger, JJ.” You gave him a peck on the cheek before walking off into the night, the darkness hiding your flaming cheeks. 

You heard a celebratory whoop from behind you and bit your lip as you smiled. 

Your heart felt light all week as you got closer to your partner. He was actually great at his job, especially with the children patrons on the beach, which greatly surprised you. 

You remembered one day in the middle of the week, when you were dropping your equipment off, JJ didn’t have his whistle. 

When you asked about it, he simply laughed. “This kid near the docks kept pestering me for it. Little guy wanted to be a junior lifeguard. Couldn’t say no…”

It was at the end of the week when you met his friends, the infamous, self-proclaimed pogues.

The trio had shown up near the end of your shift, claiming to be curious of the job that JJ actually managed to keep for longer than a day. JJ saw them approaching and immediately swore, turning towards you to say, “I’m going to apologize now for what you’re about to experience.”

Before you could ask what that meant, he had left, climbing down the towers to stop his friends from reaching you. 

Confused, you made your way down, too, watching as a boy with shaggy brown hair clapped JJ over the back, ruffling his hair aggressively. “So this is what you’ve been missing out on pogue days for?”

A dark haired boy, who looked nervous about simply existing, added, “Not what, who,” nodding at you, standing with your arms crossed over your chest and an eyebrow cocked. 

JJ had a permanent blush on his face, but you couldn’t puzzle out why. Meanwhile, you received a slightly reserved smile from the girl holding hands with the nervous boy. She waved politely. 

The boy with shaggy hair marched forward, arms wide open to give you a hug. You thrust your hand out on instinct, which he looked at like a difficult algebra equation, before brushing it away gently and pulling you into his tight embrace. The boy gave great hugs, you had to admit. The kind of tight bear hugs you expect from your mom. 

You laughed nervously, patting him on the back and looking over his shoulder at the other three, who all laughed. JJ mouthed I’m sorry at you and you responded with I’m going to kill you.

When he finally let you go, he tussled your hair and said, “Nice to meet the girl who’s got my boy tripping over his own feet to get to work. I’m John B.”

You flicked your eyes over to JJ, who was as red as a tomato. He buried his face in Pope’s shoulder, muttering something. You snorted. “Hardly. I’m Y/N.”

The dark haired boy grinned, “Trust me, we know. I’m Pope and this is Kie,” he introduced himself and what you assumed was his girlfriend.

In the next hour, you learned that JJ’s friends were loud, blunt and lacked basic manners in some ways, but they were youthful and thick as thieves, clearly a family. 

There was something warm about Pope, something that allowed you to trust him immediately, completely. So when the other three were surfing, and he joined you on the sand, asking you, “So are you feelin’ my boy or what?”, you weren’t afraid to be completely honest.

Giving a short laugh at his bluntness, you admitted, “I don’t really know. There could be something there. There is something there, I think.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

You would feel pathetic to confess this to anybody else, but Pope seemed like he wouldn’t judge you if you admitted to having three children. “I don’t know if we want the same things. I don’t see a guy like that in a serious relationship. Doesn’t seem like the type to settle.”

Pope grinned. “You know him well, then.”

Your heart fell as you thought that Pope was confirming your fears.

“But not well enough, I think. You’d be surprised. He’s kind of...obsessed with you. But not in the “Pokemon gotta catch ‘em all!” kind of way. He doesn’t see you as some sort of spiky eared Pichu…”

He trailed off and you looked at him, absolutely baffled. “I’m sorry...I don’t follow?”

Pope cleared his throat. “He likes you, Y/N, like really respects you and wants to make you happy. Any fool can see that.”

You were sure your entire body was on fire with how hard you flushed. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. Well, you keep him on his toes so we don’t mind. And it’s made him a little softer, a little more careful, which we definitely don’t mind. He needs to be checked, that one.”

Pope stood up, reaching his hand out and pulling you up. “Now, JJ tells me you have a killer cutback. Wanna show me?” He asks.

You give him a big smile, grateful for his kind words and ability to seamlessly bring you back to reality from that heavy conversation. “I’d love to. If you can keep up!” 

Laughing, Pope followed you into the ocean, JJ giving you an excited smile as you joined him in the water, content to see you getting along with his family.

Later that night, when his friends left, and JJ was helping you towel off your hair while shaking his own like a wet dog, making you giggle and shriek at the sensation, he asked, “You wanna actually catch some waves outside of this beach sometime?” 

It was your conversation with Pope earlier that gave you the confidence to say, “How about tomorrow? It’s our day off…”

“I’ll pick you up before dawn then?”

You nodded, “Sounds perfect.”

He tossed you your towel, casually throwing an arm over your shoulder as the two of you walked back to the visitor’s center.

The next morning, you were a mess. JJ had never seen you in anything aside from your lifeguard uniform and you nearly lost your mind trying to figure out what to wear. You felt like a middle schooler deciding what to wear on the first day of school to impress their crush. 

Eventually, you thought to hell with it, and just went with a blue romper over your swimsuit, letting your hair down for once.

You didn’t bother with makeup since you were planning to get soaked anyways. 

When you heard the distinct sound of a large engine approaching, you walked out of your house, curious.

When the image of JJ on a dirt bike came into focus, you couldn’t help the cackle that tittered out of your mouth. 

He slowed down to a complete stop in front of your driveway, swinging his leg over and walking up to you, spinning the key ‘round his finger.

“Hey, dude!” He greeted, sweeping you up in an unexpected hug. Still, you melted into his frame, letting your usually rigid spine relax, feeling JJ nuzzle into your shoulder slightly and sighing.

You pulled away after a moment and JJ rubbed the back of his neck shyly, shuffling his feet awkwardly. “Sorry, I-uh, I really needed that today.” This boy was touch-starved. 

You patted his chest as you walked towards the dirt bike. “S’alright, it happens to the best of us.”

JJ followed you. “You ever ridden one of these before?”

You cocked your head at him. “Oh yeah, all the time.”

He looked surprised, before handing you the keys and raising his eyebrows in challenge. “Prove it.”

You simply smirked and mounted the bike, pretending you didn’t hear JJ mumble “That’s hot,” under his breath. Instead, you started the engine and nodded at him to get on behind you.

JJ smiled before climbing on behind you, scooching forward until every inch of your back was flush against his front. 

“Let’s go, babe!” You said, before taking off down the street. 

JJ gave you directions, steering you into areas of the Cut you had never been, which was saying something since you knew this town like the back of your hand.

Finally, he pulled up to a small cove, where you saw a small patch of sand. It was the farthest land towards the sea, meaning you would probably find the biggest waves.

“Holy shit, how did I not know this place existed?”

JJ grinned, bringing you to a small shack where a couple of boards were hidden from view in the foliage. 

He handed you a board. “I’m full of surprises. Your hair smells nice, by the way.”

“Stop that!” You laughed.

“Stop what?”

You slapped him over the head. “Making me blush.”

“Don’t think I will.”

You rolled your eyes and simply unzipped your romper, ignoring the whistle from JJ as you stepped out in only your swimsuit. You laid the fabric over the handle of his dirt bike and turned towards him. He was still in his T-shirt and swim trunks.

“Aren’t you going to take your shirt off?”

JJ gave a shit-eating grin, “My, my, Y/L/N, at least take a guy to dinner first.”

You shoved at his chest. “No, you dumbass, I meant you can’t surf in that.”

JJ opened his mouth as if to say something before pausing and wrinkling his nose. “It’s just not a good idea for me today.”

“What did you eat a little too much? I can promise I’m not afraid of a food baby, Maybank, I can deal.”

JJ tried explaining before just giving up and pulling his shirt off, leaving you shocked and incredibly confused, not to mention concerned.

Bruises littered his body, beginning at his shoulder and ending far below his ribs. Involuntarily, your hand brushed his skin. “What the fuck happened, JJ?”

He shrugged. “S’my Dad, you know. Gets angry sometimes is all.”

You shook your head sadly. “You don’t deserve that.”

JJ laughed darkly. “That’s up for debate.”

You stomped your foot. “No, it’s absolutely not! No one deserves that, especially not you.”

JJ softened. “You really think so?”

“Of course I do.”

He gave a small smile. “So you won’t make fun of me for not being able to keep up with you today? It’s only because I got my ass kicked, otherwise I’d surf circles around you all day.”

His words made you frown, but you recognized the coping mechanism and simply said, “Oh sure, Maybank. You know as well as I do that there’s not a world where you can surf better than me.”

He shrugged, walking towards the water. “I can sure as hell try, babe!”

Surfing with JJ was an experience on some whole other level. Sharing a wave was something even the most experienced surfers didn’t attempt, but something in you trusted JJ and the two of you tried it out. It was absolutely surreal, until JJ didn’t resurface.

Your euphoric smile quickly turned into a panicked cry. “JJ? JJ?!” You looked around and caught sight of him hanging on to his board, eyes closed. You swiftly untied your board from your ankle and swam over to him, pulling him towards you. He was like dead weight. You dragged him over to the shore and dumped him there, immediately leaning down to check his pulse. 

You felt it clear as day, but tears filled your eyes. “JJ! Wake up!”

You began chest compressions immediately. Before you even got to ten, however, you heard a giggle. 

Bewildered, you looked at his smiling face, his amused blue eyes laughing at you.

You instantly flinched away, retreating from him. “You were faking?”

JJ nearly choked on his laughter. “You-you should have—” He tried to breathe through the guffaws “—seen your face! Priceless!”

You slapped at his chest with your fists as he sat up, ignoring his slight winces given his prior injuries. “Ay, ay what’s up with that! Stop it, Y/N!”

“You bastard! I thought you were dying!”

JJ softened, before holding the back of your neck and pulling you towards him, leaning in to capture your lips with his. It was sweet and short and he pulled away quickly, asking. “Was that alright?”

You shook your head, pouting. “No, another!” 

He smiled, but gave in to your pleas gleefully, his other hand coming over the front of your neck, pulling you closer to him by your throat. You bit his lip harshly, still angry from the stunt he had just pulled and his whined quietly, moving his hand down your spine, hands brushing the bare skin that your swimsuit exposed. 

He lay back, pulling you on top of him. You straddled him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You didn’t realize how much you had wanted this until you were doing it. You were kissing JJ Maybank. And it felt right. It felt as right as surfing did, maybe even better, you dared to think. 

Maybe it was the fact that he kissed you like he had all the time in the world and didn’t care, because he was hungry right now. Maybe it was how he held you like he was afraid you would let go. Maybe it was how he managed to wordlessly beg for your skin on his, clearly touch-starved. Whatever it was, it solidified the growing feelings you had for the blonde, blossoming into something new, something stronger, something better, until you couldn’t hear any of your own thoughts other than his name--over, and over and over again. 

When you finally broke that time, you smiled into his neck, trying to catch your breath. “Wow,” sighed JJ, “That was some kiss, babe. If you kiss me like that forever, I’ll die a happy man.”

You giggled, but sat up slightly, flicking his nose. You knew you had to get this awful, insecure doubt of yours out of your mouth right now before you let it fester into something that could ruin this beautiful thing you were creating with JJ. “If you ever break my heart, JJ, I swear to God, you better not cheat on me.”

He frowned. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I’ve wanted this forever. Can’t fuck it up now.”

You smiled, bending down for another kiss. JJ stopped you. “Wait. While we’re making promises, let me just say, if you ever get back with Kyle, I will sue.”

You thought the whole town probably heard your laugh then.

K so not my best work but hope y’all liked it!

Tagging @rretrophilee @jjsbxtch @drewsephsmiles @uwubonebabie bc we talked about it! You don’t have to read if you don’t want to lol 💛

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Web!Jon Roleplays Canon!Jon: With Mixed Results?

I wrote this a while ago and now that Sucker’s Bet is finally finished I can post it! Yay! This takes place an indeterminate amount of time after the end of Sucker’s Bet. The exact opposite thing happened with this story that usually happens: I had a very depressing idea and then I was REALLY METICULOUS to make sure it was fluffy. What’s fluffier than healthy discussions about boundaries, needs, and consent?

CW for some unnegotiated roleplay stuff? The same topics that were hit in Sucker’s Bet are hit here. Suggestion of future sexual activity/language but no follow-up. 

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” Sasha chanted, thumping her glass on the table and cheering uproariously. “Do it! Do it!”

Tim laughed drunkenly, slapping the table too. “Double dog dare you! Do it! Do it!”

Good lord, this was like secondary. Jon rolled his eyes, hiding himself behind his cider. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Martin.

Sasha: thought it would be funny, scientific curiosity. She wanted to see some magic, and Jon was a magician. Little more than a pub bet.

Tim: similarly, morbid curiosity.  Had more complicated feelings about the whole thing, but that was partly why he was doing it: make everything normal, settle in, stop awkwardly hiding parts of us from each other. Thought that this would help them make friends, also a pub bet.

Martin…

They probably wouldn’t have asked if they weren’t drunk as hell.

Or maybe they would have. Jon was silently hoping that Tim and Sasha would become more comfortable with him. He had a lot of tricks and methods to make them more comfortable with him, but he had decided very firmly to relax. If Tim and Sasha didn’t like him...well, he had already done possibly the douchiest thing possible to them, and they hung out with him anyway, so their expectations were probably on the floor.

Granted, that was mostly in Martin contexts. He rarely hung out with them alone. They were probably only putting up with him because he was Jon’s boyfriend. Jon knew how it was, and frequently exploited it: you think you’re part of his group until you realize he’s terrible and break up with him, and then suddenly you have no friends, so you never get around to breaking up with him and you’re never happy and you never find someone you’re happy with. 

Martin assured him frequently that they liked him. He suggested that Jon ask them, which he may have gotten from a CBT workbook that he surreptitiously read, but Jon was well aware how that put people in an awkward position. If they didn’t like you, what would they do - tell you?

Well. Tim would. Yeah, Tim would. This was why Tim was trustworthy and a good person. Jon loved people who were incapable of lying, it was like watching zoo animals through binoculars. 

They wouldn’t have asked if they weren’t drunk as hell. But they were drunk as hell, and there was nothing better than pub tricks. 

“What I don’t understand,” Tim said, in that kind of dancing lilting way that only the half-drunk were capable of, “is how you convinced everyone that you knew how to do that job when you, like, don’t read anything more complicated than fashion magazines.”

“I knew he couldn’t do the job,” Sasha said furiously, draining her gin and tonic. “I knew it, but did anybody listen?”

“We all knew, honey.”

Jon shrugged, adjusting his long linen shirt that hugged his torso flatteringly. Honestly, if Jon had been born a woman he would have been too powerful. “That one involved a little bit of spider powers,” he admitted. “But not much. I didn’t do much other than record statements. Telling Sasha that we ‘appreciate her initiative’, but, like, grudgingly, meant that she actually did most of the work.”

Sasha’s jaw dropped in indignation. “I did most of the - shit, I did! I did all of the archiving stuff, didn’t I?”

“I just looked really hurried and spent a lot of time in my office,” Jon said apologetically. “If you always sound stressed then people just assume that you’re doing things. I was really chatting up people on Tinder most of the time.”

“I was not paid enough,” Sasha grumbled, leaning back in her seat. 

“You keep making yourself out to be lazy,” Martin said mildly. He wasn’t drinking, designated as the sober one of the group tonight. “But you were using that downtime to do other work for your other job.”

Jon himself had a drink or two and he was pleasantly light headed - not drunk, but tipsy enough to feel confident and to shut up all of the annoying anxious voices in his head. It was refreshing, and felt very good. That being said, when Jon was fourteen and Gerry sixteen Agnes sat them with a twenty slide powerpoint presentation on how drinking culture in the UK facilitated alcoholism without recognition of it, so these are things you should never do while drinking and this is how to prevent binge drinking and unhealthy drinking habits. Jon didn’t always listen - alcohol was God’s solution for anxiety - but he tried. Agnes also tried that with Annabelle, but she just hissed at her and downed an entire energy drink at once while staring her in the eyes. They figured Annabelle wasn’t at risk. 

“I still don’t believe you,” Tim said imperiously, slamming his pint on the table and making his beer slosh. “If you did the whole schtick now, it would come off so fake.”

“Definitely. I never fall for the same thing twice,” Sasha bragged. “It would obviously still be Jon - what, Hawthorne? Jon Hawthorne. Or was it Hastings…”

“Hawthorne today,” Jon said politely. But he just shrugged, leaning back in his own seat and sipping delicately at his hard cider. “I can guarantee that, if I pulled out that persona again, nobody at this table would be able to see through it.” At Martin’s surly look, Jon appended, “Maybe Martin would.” Everybody shot him slightly incredulous looks, and he sighed. “I promise I’m good at my job! I’m only...transparent when I’m socializing outside of a persona. You all caught me at a weird time in my life.” He shuddered. “Vacations. Never again.”

“The problem with all of that was vacations,” Martin said flatly. 

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” Sasha chanted, thumping her glass on the table and cheering uproariously. “Do it! Do it!”

Tim laughed drunkenly, slapping the table too. “Double dog dare you! Do it! Do it!”

Good lord, this was like secondary. Jon rolled his eyes, hiding himself behind his cider. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Martin. 

Sasha: thought it would be funny, scientific curiosity. She wanted to see some magic, and Jon was a magician. Little more than a pub bet. 

Tim: similarly, morbid curiosity.  Had more complicated feelings about the whole thing, but that was partly why he was doing it: make everything normal, settle in, stop awkwardly hiding parts of us from each other. Thought that this would help them make friends, also a pub bet. 

Martin…

In Martin, Jon saw the same thing that he had always seen. Even stronger, today, than ever. For a month, back then, it had been little more than intrusive thoughts and some light, bored mental meandering. For two, three, months, it had grown deeper and deeper, so thoroughly that it was a surprise. Jon had done a very good job with him. Granted, he had just meant to flirt to keep him complacent, not to end up...doing all of that, and going through all of this, and ending up here. That had never quite been in the plan. 

Martin thought that this roleplay would he really fucking hot. Which, ultimately, swayed Jon: he liked it when Martin thought he was hot. It wasn’t hard, but somehow it meant much more to him than it did from anybody else. It was very strange: that something so easily attained was treasured so highly. Deeply nonsensical. 

“I’m not doing it,” Jon said firmly, and both Tim and Sasha groaned. “It’s not a party trick, guys. Martin, can you scooch? I need the loo.”

Jon, of course, took a slightly meandering approach to the loo. He ditched his pea coat and scarf at the table hidden underneath the tablecloth just out of sight. He fetched a pair of abandoned glasses left on a pub (their owner was annoying a woman), grabbed an abandoned blazer off the back of a chair (its owner was almost passed out drunk, Jon could give it back before the end of the night). He slipped into the bathroom and added his new accessories, taking care to tuck his shirt in. He slipped a hairband from his wrist and quickly did his hair up in a messy bun - he really did need a lot of gel and some combs to get it in his bun normally, but he’d do the best with what he had. Jon glanced in the mirror, looking himself over and fixing his bun as best as he could. He took a deep breath, then two. 

There was always that moment: when Jon slid into it. It felt like skidding on ice, thrust someplace else. Or like an exhale, centering himself as his molecules rearranged. It was a thrilling feeling, often accompanied by a heady thrill or adrenaline. 

No matter how many times he did this, it was still fun. Jon loved it. He really, really loved winning. And Jon always won. 

When Jon walked back to the table, his posture was uncomfortably stiff yet visibly hunched over. Look proud and professional, but deeply feel uncomfortable with the noise and sound and clamor of the pub. Anxious and socially awkward, but trying to hide it - that was familiar. 

Jon halted at the table, where Tim was already telling Martin about a snowboarding accident. They stopped short when they saw him, one hand worrying at his blazer as he scowled at them. “Martin, will you move over? I can’t get to my seat.”

“Uh,” Martin said intelligently. 

“Any day now,” Jon said frostily. 

Martin quickly got up and let Jon slide in. Jon, who had been sitting pressed up against Martin’s side, took care to slide much further away so he was more hovering at the edges of the group -  not enough that it was awkward, but definitely a bit to the right of Sasha directly ahead of him. He avoided eye contact with everybody, picking up his drink and sniffing it suspiciously. The accent was the easiest part of it, the only wrinkle carefully making it almost perceivably fake. 

“Holy shit,” Tim said loudly, voice rising in incredulity, “you actually did it?”

“Did what?” Jon asked. He carefully took a sip of the drink, before grimacing in distaste. “Absolutely vile…” 

“You did the thing,” Sasha said, so excited she was almost bouncing up and down. “You’re doing the thing, holy shit! That was such a Jon face!”

“Er. If you say so.” Jon busied himself with the drink again, obviously pantomiming sipping as he fiddled with the arm of the blazer. Under his breath, yet very audibly, he muttered, “What a waste of time…”

“Man, this is like, what, LARPing?” Tim batted at Sasha’s arm, looking excited. “I’ll play along. Remember we used to do this together?” 

They had. Jon had to pretend that he was unbearably awkward about the whole thing, yet secretly excited to be invited. In reality, pubs were such a cornerstone of Jon’s existence he found them dull as bricks, but it had been fun to channel someone terrified of too many people in a room. 

Sasha’s chin was propped on her hand, giggling. “What’s your organization system for the files, huh, Jon? What’s your organization system? How are you sorting the documents?”

“Tim told me that you don’t talk about work at pubs,” Jon said defensively. “He said you talk about - what was it -” He looked at Tim planatively, obviously lost. “Hobbies? You talk about hobbies?”

“How do you organize the files, Jonathan?”

“Yes, Boss, hobbies,” Tim said faux-sympathetically. He put a hand on his heart, pulling a face. “You gotta have hobbies, right? Shopping, haircare, stealing money, getting fake married?”

“That’s all for his job,” Martin muttered. 

“I have hobbies,” Jon said defensively. He adopted an expression of panicked thought, groping for something. “I like...television.” 

“What television, Jonathan,” Sasha said flatly. 

Jon pretended to sweat. “Television shows?”

“Unrealistic!” Tim slapped the table. “Everyone at least knows a telly show, no matter how much of a nerd they are. Fakey Jon Sims.”

“I do!” Jon protested. “I - well, not recently, but - documentaries count. I watch documentaries. I was watching this fascinating one about the Jonestown Massacre, and the intriguing series of events the lead into the mass death -”

Then he was off, shifting into his confidence when infodumping. Confidence because he was so wrapped up in the joy of sharing information he forgot that it kind of included dominating the conversation, and he watched with satisfaction as everybody’s eyes started glazing over. Everybody except Martin, who was scrolling through his phone looking disinterested. 

Looking. His cheeks were a little flushed. Jon patted himself on the back. 

“I’m sorry,” Jon said, cutting himself off, “am I boring you, Martin?”

But Martin didn’t even look up. “I’m not participating in this.”

“Aw, come on,” Tim wheedled. “Look, he’s even doing the Mah-tin thing. You always started fanning yourself whenever he did that.”

Sasha was, very drunkenly, taking notes. “It’s uncanny. Like a dead person brought back to life and annoying you.”

“Are we really making this entire outing about Martin?” Jon asked, pretending irritation. Play into it. Bloke wouldn’t admit it, but there was a reason he had liked Jon back then. It wasn’t for his sparkling personality, beyond the little flashes of something more tender underneath. Have your cake and eat it too. “You said that this would be fun, Tim.”

Tim just laughed. “Aw, Martin’s not fun?”

“I never said that,” Jon said stiffly. He glanced at Martin out of the corner of his eye, clearly working himself up to say something. When he spoke, the words were almost forced out. “What..are you playing?”

“Sincerely buzz off,” Martin said flatly.

Jon couldn’t help it - his cheeks genuinely burned. He looked away, careful to keep an expression on his face as if he was examining the molding because Martin had said something socially awkward, but hot shame flared in his chest. 

He made it seem as if he downed his drink. “Excuse me, I’m...getting us more drinks.”

Jon made a show of slightly stumbling as he made his way to the bar. Martin had given him the permission to extort drinks out of people through flirting and judicious eye-batting - guy was very strictly monogamous but also practical - and in barely a few minutes he had enough collected for their table. He carefully walked them all back, settling them on the table, and waited for both Tim and Sasha to grab their drinks and start enthusiastically downing them. 

He wanted to drop it, ask Martin if he made him uncomfortable, reassure him. But that would ruin the momentum of this, the steam train picking up speed, and it was impossible for Jon to miss the dual things that Martin was feeling.

Super turned on. Also very uncomfortable. Jon decided that he was uncomfortable because he found it attractive, and he was dealing with some guilt over that. 

It would be fun to reassure him, but Jon had the sense that he wouldn’t like him to do it in public. 

Soon afterwards, with a little more friendly yet understated performance from Jon and uproarious laughter from Tim and Sasha, Sasha’s head had begun dropping onto the table more frequently than not and Tim decided that it was time to take her home. More accurately, Jon knew, to Tim’s place, as it was closer. He’d drop her on the couch, he’d slide into his own bed, and he’d think about a different situation. She’d wake up in the morning, eyes squinting against the harsh sun, and hope for a moment - but no, the couch again. Neither were willing to bridge the gap. 

Jon and Martin stumbled out too. Jon had been intending on spending the night at Martin’s place - Jon loved cuddling, it was his favorite thing - and Jon made a show of acting slightly drunker than he was as Martin thoughtfully kept a hand on his back. He stumbled out the door, gripping Martin’s coat and giggling. He had strategically returned the blazer back to the guy, and Martin had his other clothing draped over his arm. 

“And, in my opinion,” Jon stated decisively as he swayed, “as part of our anti-colonialist efforts we should give Ireland back to the Irish -”

“You can drop it,” Martin said, gently guiding him towards the tube station. They still had an hour before the last trains ran. “Seriously.”

Jon giggled, before slightly bending down to whisper in Jon’s ear. He kept the accent, the inflections, everything. “But you really find it hot.”

Martin sputtered as Jon laughed uproariously - not his laugh, the Archivist’s laugh - and they teetered towards home. 

On the tube Jon kept a hand on Martin’s thigh, and Martin kept glancing and glancing towards him, and Jon would shoot him a prissy look as his hand wandered up his thigh, and Martin would get redder and redder. 

When Martin unlocked his flat door it took several times, with his hand shaking slightly, and Jon hid a smirk behind a hand. On some level, he was always roleplaying when he did these kinds of things, but with Martin it was usually so authentic that this was positively novel. Jon’s mind was already furiously churning as he set up the scene - yes, that would be exactly right, this would be fun -

Jon stumbled inside after Martin, who was already taking off his coat and hanging it on the peg. He put Jon’s coat up too, glancing at Jon out of the corner of his eye. 

The Archivist wouldn’t really notice something like that, so he didn’t either. “Lord, Martin, your flat’s as messy as your desk.”

Martin still looked a little pained, even as his cheeks were quite red. “Yeah, ha ha. My desk wasn’t that bad, you were just being picky.”

“Yes, I suppose I must apologize for that.” Jon drew himself up to his full height, stepping close to Martin - closer than the Archivist ever had. “Martin, I’m afraid - well, I have a confession.”

“Oh, boy,” Martin said. 

“Don’t get snippy with me,” Jon said prissily. But he leaned in, keeping his expression just on the faintest edge of innocently scared. “I never wanted to admit this. It was just so inappropriate, what with me being your boss and all. I always - well, I always knew how you felt about me. It was...charming.”

Obviously involuntarily, Martin squeaked a bit. Adorable. 

Jon reached out and put a hand on the back of his neck, leaning in. “Truth be told, I was looking at you too. I was just embarrassed. I didn’t like admitting it. But I couldn’t help thinking about it.” That was, obviously, how Martin’s fantasies had always worked. Not realistic, but realism wasn’t the point of your absent daydreams during a boring workday. “But I’m tired of hiding it. I really want you, Martin. I always have. I want you to bend me over my desk and -”

“Shut it off, Jon!”

Jon shut it off. They had agreed on the phrase ages ago, the very solid cue to drop all of Jon’s shit. Jon regularly kept up the shit just because he found it entertaining, and oftentimes comforting, but Martin sometimes found it unbelievably obtrusive when he was trying to have a serious conversation. It was difficult - Jon got panicked during serious conversations, so he usually defensively threw his shit back up again, and it was a self-perpetuating cycle that had frustrated and upset the both of them until they had sat down and talked about it. If Jon couldn’t keep up the conversation without lying, then they both walked away and came back to it later. It was work. But it was good work, the kind that allowed for the good stuff to flourish. Uncomfortable, messy, and real - but maybe that was what Jon liked about it. 

“Sorry,” Jon said. He straightened, letting every expression drop away until he was back at his favored neutral. He knew that Martin found it unsettlingly blank, but he rarely complained. “Did I go too far with the desk thing?”

Martin just stood there, carefully controlling his breathing. Jon waited, letting Martin pick through his thoughts and try to shape them. It was probably more difficult than usual, considering how well Jon had been striking the right notes, so he gave him some time.

Finally, Martin said, “I get having fun with Sasha and Tim. I get us doing roleplay, privately, together. I get you doing a role for your job. But the Archivist gig has a lot of baggage with it, for all of us. Do you understand why I feel weird about you pulling that into bedroom stuff?”

“We watch TV in your bedroom,” Jon pointed out. At Martin’s flat, unamused look, Jon had to fight the urge to shuffle his feet. “I sincerely don’t understand your reaction. I’ve seen your search history -”

“Jon!”

“Research for before we got together, don’t think anything of it,” Jon said quickly. “But doesn’t that make it better? It’s not often somebody gets everything they want from somebody unattainable. Or, you know, not real, but…”

“Jon, for a mind reader you can be terrible at picking up cues sometimes,” Martin said, exasperated. “I know your reasons for doing stuff like this -”

“I’m fantastic at picking up cues,” Jon corrected, oddly huffy. “Because I always know what people want. Their desires, even if they don’t like admitting it to themselves. Do you have any idea how many people on this Earth are bisexual but won’t admit it?”

But, somehow, that just made Martin’s eyes widen a little, as if a realization had cracked. “It cannot be comfortable knowing how many people are attracted to you when you’re sex-repulsed.”

“It’s fine,” Jon lied. “I like it.”

“Jon.”

“Whatever. I got used to it.” Jon shrugged. “I like it when you like me. You’re my boyfriend. I want to make you happy because I like seeing you happy. That’s my ulterior motive.”

Martin sighed again, but thankfully he didn’t look as stressed anymore. Win. He broke away from Jon, instead dropping heavily onto the couch, and Jon hesitantly sat down next to him. His costume abruptly felt stifling, and when he saw Martin’s eyes linger on the bun he undid it and untucked his shirt. God, his hair was a wreck. 

“The Archivist has baggage for me,” Martin said quietly. “I know how I feel, and I try not to be embarrassed over stuff that most people go through and feel. Had enough of that internalized homophobia for a lifetime. I...can’t avoid you knowing how I feel, or what I’m thinking. I know you can try not to look, but you can’t completely control it either. I understand all of this. But you knowing what I want isn’t the same as me asking for it. Do you understand that difference?”

Jon shrugged uncomfortably. 

“Jon. Do you get that I felt uncomfortable because what you did was unnegotiated and you didn’t ask my permission?”

The feeling of embarrassment and guilt spiked higher, and Jon looked away and stared fixedly at some admittedly quite pretty art on the wall. “You’re making it sound bad.”

“I should have shut that down earlier. That’s my bad. You should have stopped to ask. Your bad. We’re both at fault, so we shouldn’t be mad at each other. Are we all good on that?”

Jon stayed silent for a little bit, staring at the wall, trying his best to assemble his own thoughts in his brain. He wasn’t smart. He had problems assembling the words for the complex and large and overwhelming feelings he felt so often. How was Martin so good at breaking this down and putting it into words, when Jon could barely even express how he felt?

Well, Martin probably had more practice…

“You’re so frustrating,” Jon whispered. “You don’t like asking for what you want. You do make me guess. You’re embarrassed to say any of it - the things you want me to do, or the things you like. You do want me to read your mind, because everybody wants a mind reader in their relationship. Especially when it comes to sexual things. But what I can’t read is the...choices you make. Just what you want. And you always make a choice that’s contrary to what you want, and I can never guess. So I do what you want, which is always the exact opposite of what you want me to actually do, and…”

After a second of silence, Martin said, “I need to work on that. I have to be more vocal too. But, Jon, nowhere in that did you mention what you want.”

Jon turned back to look at him, and saw that Martin’s expression was creased. With a mix of - sadness, frustration, conviction, dedication. Imagine being that dedicated, about anything. “Nothing about me minded this time,” Jon said, flabbergasted. “I liked it. I like playing, I like making you feel good, I like winning.” Martin opened his mouth, and Jon quickly said, “Don’t pretend that socialization isn’t a game that everyone is always trying to win, you liar.”

Martin shut his mouth. He could not deny it. Finally, he said, “I hate how you have to say this time.”

He couldn’t help it - he cringed, very hard. Terrible memory. Terrible, terrible, terrible - “I don’t want you to touch me the rest of tonight,” he said, in one rushed breath. Georgie told him to say it. Georgie, Melanie, and Martin. He was supposed to say this. 

“Of course, no problem,” Martin said, quickly yet calmly. “Was there anything in that I shouldn’t bring up again?”

“That never happened,” Jon said, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest. “Stop bringing it up, it’s over, I’m fine - I’m going to bed!”

Hilariously, it was Martin’s flat, but Jon needed to dramatically retreat, so he ended up claiming Martin’s bed for his own. He was very aware that Martin would grab the couch for tonight, because Jon had asked him to. So he was left shoving himself into the pyjamas that he left at Martin’s, wrapping his hair, and sliding under the covers. 

But he wasn’t really tired. Jon’s mind kept churning and churning, trying desperately to tease out his own feelings, before realizing that he really didn’t want to know.

It was a really good conversation. Jon was glad that they had it - that Martin hadn’t gone along with it if he wasn’t comfortable, that he had actually pointed out where Jon crossed a line. Nothing about it was bad. Everything was a work in progress - Jon and Martin most of all. 

So much of them clashed. So much of them cared about each other more than the clashing. They ran up against these things incessantly, and Jon felt as if they worked it out every time. 

He would definitely make Martin breakfast tomorrow. Lots of bacon, although Jon never ate the stuff. He would have to clarify that the way this ended - it wasn’t Martin’s fault, not really. He would probably also have to clarify that his random terror wasn’t something that was any of Martin’s business. He was the one person Jon didn’t want to talk it over with, actually. 

Martin respected Jon a lot. More than Jon thought was rational, considering...himself. He never vocalized what exactly he wanted, because he respected that it was never in consideration. Jon had even seen him want it less and less - it barely even came up anymore. Except, of course, when Jon teased on purpose…

When Jon teased on purpose and didn’t tell Martin that he didn’t want something so then he made himself -

It was a good conversation, except Jon ruined it because something stupid that didn’t mean anything at all sent him into abject shame and terror.

This was so hard. Jon hated thinking this much. He decided to fall asleep instead. Much simpler.

In dreams, where everything was an illusion and nothing meant anything at all, nobody minded that none of it was real. 

*

Tim: omfg im so fucking hungoverrrr I hate being 34

Tim: good time last night tho

Tim: also like it WAS funny but you know we like you best as you, rite? U normally dont so Ill validate: liking you best as you, always

*

Sasha: THE DOCUMENTS, JON!!! 

Sasha: Tim says you might have gotten the wrong impression from last night so I’ll also validate: all of you is good. Even the bad parts are good. Does that make sense?

Sasha: Tim said that that sounded ‘backhanded’ but you know what I mean

Sasha: Man why is it so hard to just say what I mean!!! 

Sasha: Life’s stupid. Tell Martin I said hi. 

[obsessive-ego]

Beetlejuice jerks it while watching you sleep

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Nsft

Masterbation voyeurism you know how I am at this point

"Well, I'm turning in" you mumble trying to suppress a yawn.

Another movie night with beetlejuice ran longer then expected, removing his arm from your shoulder, he grunts in protest, you weren't exactly the touchy feely type, but it was too hot to not take advantage of his cold body, it's not like you could afford air conditioning.

"Come on babes it's only 3am" he pleads "and besides you have the day off tomorrow, come on sweets, humor me" the ghoul pleads

"Sorry, I feel like im gonna pass out, dont wanna be an inconvenience and fall asleep on you" you shrug "night"

And with that you lock yourself in your room

Beetlejuice huffs, it wouldn't be an inconvenience, it would be a delight, it was such a pain that you needed to sleep, and how you insisted to sleep in your bed, he was enjoying having you pressed up against him, a wonderful agreement of him stealing your warmth and you cooling off, oh how he loved summer, between that and short shorts, it was heaven, or as close as a born dead demon was gonna get. He had no issue with having you pass out on the couch with him, you've done it before, it was great material for teasing you.

Laying on the couch staring at the ceiling, the ghoul didnt want to continue watching movies without you, it was more fun with you, you love horror but were incredibly jumpy about it, it was hilarious, such an odd, fun breather.

The ghoul huffs through his nose, rubbing his jaw, remembering the day you sucker punched him when he scared you, you produced such a beautiful scream, but that punch, you were scared but you still took a swing, and that almost got his heart pumping again. He chuckled, you were an odd one, a sexy, odd, fun breather, pulling back his sleeve the ghoul pretends to look at a watch that wasn't there.

"That should be long enough"

He rises from the couch and heads to your room, the ghoul phases through the door, his timing was perfect, you were out cold, the demon made it a habbit to watch you sleep, he found it cute, since he didn't need to, he enjoyed watching you, how defenseless you looked, it warmed his dead heart that you trusted him enough to be like this with him around, it took forever to get you to summon him into your home, even getting lydia to help convince you.

"You were tired, weren't ya doll?" He whispers floating over to lay beside you.

Laying next to you, floating over the covers, he watches you, how your lips are slighting parted, how your chest moves up and down, he loved it, the simple things of being alive.

You turn to face him, beej flinches at that movement, but regains himself when he sees you're still asleep, yeah you know he's a creep, but the ghoul didnt exactly want you to wake up to him staring at you while you slept, youd probably banish him in disgust, you liked beetlejuice and he knew it, he just wasnt sure on the extent, yet.

You mumble something unintelligible, like you always did while sleeping, beej chuckles "what are you dreaming about sugar? Is it me?~ you dreaming about your old pal mr beebleboose breaking that cute pussy of yours? Or are you more of a back dorothy?" He bites his knuckles to avoid laughing too loudly.

...

Hours pass with beetlejuice staring at your sleeping form, laying next to you, he begins to grow bored, leaning in closer to you, he takes in your scent stifling a moan, you smelt so good, his clueless, breather, you had no idea how badly he wanted you, you took all of his come ons as jokes, and would even counter every lewd joke he tossed at you with one of your own, the two of you would be back and forth with lewd come backs until beetlejuice inevitably won, leaving you a mixture of embarrassed yet laughing, such a beautiful sound.

Unbeknownst to you beetlejuice had used you as jerk off material since the day you met, your scent was enough to get the motor running, hell the amount of times he would disappear while the two of you were hanging to rub one out because of you were more times then you had fingers, hell the way you laugh at his antics was enough to get him hard.

He was a very sexual being, but yet he also had a soft spot, he wanted to hold you close, Kiss you softly too, he looked forward to your guy's movie night, when it was just you and him enjoying each other. But it goes without saying he also wanted to pound you senseless into your mattress, wanted to hear you shout praises on how good he made you feel, above all he wanted you to cling to him, to say 'beetlejuice, I see you, I accept you, and I fear for my safety around you'.

He couldnt help himself as he begin to palm himself through his pants watching your sleeping face, you were perfect for him, fun, yet sensible, you always had time for him, you would never up and leave him, and of course that sweet body of yours didnt hurt.

"Such a cute face, such a sweet breather, you have no idea what you do to me sugar" he whispers as he frees his cock from its prison, lazily stroking his hardening shaft.

"I'll crack you one day sweetheart, have that sweet body of yours bouncing on my cock sooner then youd think babes~" he whispers

He begins to pick up his pace, still lazy in his strokes, he was in no hurry, he knew you were a heavy sleeper, and would sleep till noon given the chance.

He hums to himself staring at your face, keeping a steady pace with his strokes "I bet your hands would feel alot better huh sugar?" The ghoul begins to drool at the idea alone, how your soft hands would start off gentilly stroking his cock, then maybe youd add your mouth, kissing the tip, the demon's thumb begins circling his tip, smearing his precum around, biting him knuckles trying to suppress a moan.

If you could see him now, drooling, wild eyed, electric pink hair so bright he basically illuminates the room, a hot mess, all because of you.

"Oh y/n, my sweet, clueless breather, I would love to slip into that mouth of yours, and feel how warm and wet it is" he groans picking up his pace

"Of course I'd return the favour sweets, would love to finally get my tongue in that pussy, if your panties are any indication, you're gonna taste really good~" he coos the image of you jerking him off while sitting on his face, ever so often bending forward to give his cock a kiss or nice long lick, was a personal fave of his especially if he had a freshly worn pair of panties handy.

You mumble more unintelligible nonsense, as you shift a bit in your sleep, the ghoul freezes at this, stopping his strokes immediately, watching you closely to see if youd wake up, you didnt. The ghoul never really bothered to mask his presence when he did this since you were normally out cold, and the thought of being caught was always a nice thrill, to have you wake to see your undead pal pleasuring himself while staring at you, Beetlejuice liked to imagine how you would be flattered at the scene and would be so turned on by it, youd ask him to fuck you till you couldnt walk. Despite this beautiful fantasy the demon has woven, he knew in reality if you were to catch him doing this, youd be sick to your stomach and would never want to see him again.

He sighs, floating from your side to hover above you, since you turned to the face the ceiling. The demon returns his attention to his shaft, his strokes now, amuch harsher pace

"Y/n, that's it sweetheart, you like that? Naughty thing" he mumbles chasing his orgasm, the image of taking you missionary style as he looked down at your sleeping face, oh how he imagined you would shout your praises on how good a lover he was as he would pound into you like there was no tomorrow.

"Fuck, I'll take anything sweetheart, I want, I need ya, fuck, any position you want, anytime, fuck y/n" the ghoul babbled, his strokes now at a punishing pace, he wasnt gonna last much longer, beetlejuice leans in close to your face to get another nose full of your sweet scent, and with a muffled grunt, he came all over his hand and your blankets.

He sits up, still floating above you, slipping his now soft cock back into his pants, wiping his come covered hand on his pant leg, electric pink hair returning to its green hue, beetlejuice glances down at the mess he left on your blankets he smirks. The ghoul snaps his fingers and another blanket appears on top to cover the cum covered one, looking back to you, still dead asleep, beetlejuice leans back into your face and gives you a soft kiss. "Sweet dreams sugar" he whispers, you only scrunch up your nose in response, beetlejuice chuckles.

The ghoul floats over to the chair in you room and makes himself comfortable to continue watching you sleep, he's a creep, hes got a reputation to uphold, plus watching you sleep from a distance is less creepy.

Bonus

10am your phone's alarm goes off, with a groan you reach out and turn it off, sitting up, you scream, seeing beetlejuice sitting at the end of your bed with the suggest grin.

"Morning babes" he smiles

You frown "were you there all night?"

"Pretty much"

"Fucking creep" you mumble

Beetlejuice jumps to his feet and takes a bow "thank you sweetheart, you are too kind" the demon flinches when he looks back to you to see you staring at the extra blanket "Oh! Yeah, you looked cold last night, and you breathers being super sensitive, thought I'd help you out, and make sure that sweet body of yours was nice and warm" he lies

Beetlejuice was unpredictable, and a wild card, but that was straight up weird, and yet, sweet.

"Thanks" you mumble, a tad embarrassed at such a sweet gesture.

You slide out of bed "do you want some coffee?"

The ghoul nods and follows you to the kitchen, pleased as punch that you believed him.

[xaphrin]

Adult Nonsense Ahead

This was not the first time that Raven had woken up in Damian’s bed - late night study sessions often had her staying over at his room in the frat house. However, this was the first time she had woken up in his clothes. His favorite t-shirt bunched up at her waist and she shifted, as she stared at the ceiling. God. The party last night had gotten wildly out of hand, and she had gotten far too drunk. Conner had tried to kiss her on a dare, and Damian had nearly punched his face in. She remembered their fight. And then she remembered saying… something to Damian. Something she should have kept to herself, but words tumbled from between her lips before she could stop herself. 

And then there was… oh. 

Raven felt her whole body clench in muscle memory, the space between her legs tender and sore from being utterly fucked the night before. She had ended up in Damian’s bed, their relationship no longer best friends. She wasn’t sure how they could go back to being best friends when he had so thoroughly fucked her. Her body shivered as she remembered his hands and mouth had been everywhere. How many times had they done it? And how many times had she come? DId she lose count? God. He was a beast in bed. It was like he was insatiable, and she was his to command and use. 

...not that she minded. 

I’ve been in love with you since freshman year. I thought you knew.  

His words spilled into her memory like a whisper, and she shivered. Love. He loved her, and she loved him, and this… this was a mess. A huge mess.

She shoved her feelings into the pit of her stomach and rolled over, hoping to find her clothes and sneak out before Damian woke up. She needed to get out and to clear her head, and she wasn’t going to be able to think straight if she was around him. As she wiggled towards the edge of his king-sized bed, she felt Damian stir behind her, sliding his muscled arm over the dip in her waist to keep her pinned to the bed. 

“Don’t use the bathroom in the hall if you can avoid it.” He pressed his lips to the back of her neck and gave a gentle kiss, sighing. “I don’t know what the fuck Gar did in there last night, and honestly, I don’t want to ask.”

Oh. Well, that made sense. Raven was grateful that Damian’s room was an oasis of cleanliness in an otherwise sea of college-boy disaster. She pushed at her hair and rolled over, looking into his heavy-lidded eyes. He was still waking up, and a sleepy smile tugged at the edges of his mouth. It was enough to make her stomach clench in anticipation. Was she ready to go again? Good lord, what was he doing to her.

Damian’s hand slid down her back, teasing the hem of his shirt on her body, before cupping her ass with his strong, hot grip. Wait. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Oh, god. 

Damian smirked and hooked a leg over his hip, and Raven could feel the head of his morning wood press against her entrance. Oh. Oh she was not going to survive him. Heat rushed between her legs, and she knew he could feel how wet she already was. 

“I… I’m still sore from last night.” A flush worked its way up her neck. 

“I’ll be gentle, Rae.” He kissed down her neck, and pushed himself deep inside her. 

Oh fuck. Raven cursed and found her nails digging into his shoulders, if only to find something to cling to. She had never felt so deliciously full in her life. Damian hitched her leg higher on his hip, his movements slow and lazy, as if they had all the time in the world to get to orgasm. Each push of his body was like an ember lighting a new fire - slow and hot. Raven groaned and closed her eyes, pressing her forehead to his chest as she felt sparks snap over her skin. He adjusted her thigh on his hip, finding a new angle that had her seeing stars. He was fucking amazing at this. 

“I can feel how tight you are.” His voice was a slow, sleepy growl in her hair. He chuckled and slid hand up her side to cup her breast, toying with her nipple. Shock snapped right down to her clit and she drove herself down on his cock. Damian nipped at her ear, murmuring to her. “Are you gonna come already, Rae? You should have woken me up if you were that horny.” 

Was she going to come already? Probably. For fucks sake. She couldn’t even get herself off this quick, and yet he was already making her break apart. She didn’t even have her morning coffee yet. Her fingers buried into his hair and pushed her hips up against his, her movements becoming desperate and hurried as her orgasm started to spark under her skin. She needed this more than she cared to admit. 

Damian’s hand released her breast and slid between their bodies, toying with her clit. She shuddered against him, driving herself down on his cock even harder, wanting to get off so damn bad. He licked up her pulse and groaned as his teeth nibbled on her jaw. He was muttering to her in another language, and damned if it didn’t drive her insane. Raven’s body tensed with an oncoming orgasm, and she threw herself over the edge and into oblivion. She let go of a short whine, and Damian covered his mouth with her own, his kiss burning her and branding her, ruining her for anyone else. 

Raven’s fingers tightened in his hair and she moaned into his mouth, the slow, sumptuous burn of her orgasm making her lose her mind. She let herself fall into the stars, colors sparking over her and the morning sun bathing her, until they both lay spent and gasping in each other’s arms. Damian pressed kisses along her neck and nipped at her pulse before stilling under her touch. 

“Oh… I… ah… might have given you a hickey last night.” He sounded a little sheepish, and his hand tightened on her hip. “But… at least everyone will know you’re taken.” He caught her lower lip between his teeth, sucking gently. “You’re mine and no one else can have you.” 

Raven melted and she looked up into his eyes, unsure of what to say. Damian leaned over her, rolling her onto her back with a slow grin. He slid himself from her body and she shook with the sensation. Damian’s fingers slipped between her thighs and found her clit, rubbing slow circles over her. She jerked and her head fell back against the pillows under her.

“I’m going to fuck you again, Rae.” He nuzzled her neck, humming softly as he pressed two fingers deep inside her. “I have four years to make up for.” 

Holy hell. She wasn’t going to survive him. 

[morsartis]

The Tweet Part 2

You’d been scrambling to work with Tagora and the others to come up with a way to cover Marvus’ blunder. It wasn’t like you could sweep it underneath the metaphorical rug or anything, it’d have to be addressed at some point, and soon if you wanted to avoid a good deal of the drama. As it stood, you’d both have to do an interview. A strictly regulated interview, of course, but an interview nonetheless. Something about salvaging your images. Not like you had an image to salvage. Marvus was the star here and you were just the friendly human. Never before had you been so happy for having only the most dumbass shit on your accounts paired with enough vague nonsense no one would look deeper than ‘bumbling newbie to concert got lucky and swept into a whirlwind romance’. The type of shit every fan wished would happen to them. 

A perfect cover.

You might even be able to save your privacy if you played up the newbie act. It wouldn’t exactly be hard. In all honesty you didn’t pay much attention to Marvus’ work other than that first concert and whatever he deigned important enough to share with you. Mostly your thoughts on cover art for albums. You were his human sounding board when it came to those things. Other than the odd question you were just along for the ride. The two of you had built your relationship outside of the limelight which is another reason it had lasted longer than his other relationships. You were his break from stardom and as far as you were concerned Marvus was just another troll. One with plenty of perks but still just an ordinary person. So, it wouldn’t be hard to play the idiot in this. Even if you knew exactly what you were stepping into at the start of this relationship.

Absorbed in your own share of work going through the preplanned script for a, now inevitable, interview you didn’t hear the lock on your door click or the muffled squeak of the front door’s rusting hinges. No, as you grumbled and griped to no one in particular about idiot juggalos and how you were going to beat them with their own clown shoes- Marvus was free to slip in quietly and stand in the doorway of the living room where you were typing away. If you had seen him and the smug little smile on his face you would have launched a pillow at his face no mercy. But he had every right to be smug. He’d been debating dropping hints about your relationship for some time now. The only reason he’d held back for so long was because it meant throwing you into the middle of the lion’s den. He simply couldn’t bring himself to do that to you. It was why he’d caved so quickly to his PR team’s demands. If they wanted to keep the relationship private then he had no qualms with it. Having you all to himself was a welcomed distraction from everything he put out in the open to please his fans. You weren’t one of the screaming masses, not some simple fan who wanted to claw their way into his life, you were simply his. You never saw him as Marvus The Performer, you saw him as Marvus The Person. Marvus your matesprit. Though, he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity now that it was out in the open. He wouldn’t ever have to pretend to be a concerned friend when people blatantly flirted with you. Wouldn’t have to play off his jealousy as simple attention seeking. You were his matesprit and those fuckers were lucky he didn’t straight out attack them. He would have been well within his rights to do it. Messiah’s knew he’d come close to throwing caution to the wind when it came to you. Only an idiot would try for a red quad with you now that Marvus was in the picture. It made him smile. 

“You gonna stand there like the cat who ate the canary or are you gonna help me fix this?” You huffed when you finally noticed him. He had the decency to look a little sheepish as he plopped down on the couch to read over the shit show his team was trying to wrangle into submission. 

“You know I wasn’t doin’ that shit on purpose right?” He asked after a moment of nothing but the cold shoulder. Usually you were happy to greet him with a smile and a kiss when he stopped by. Something he looked forward to every time he got to see you. Now you were too absorbed in work to offer him more than a glance. Your fingers slowed and the rapid tapping dwindled to nothing as you sighed. 

“I know, honestly I’m impressed we kept it under wraps this long.” You gave a small chuckle and shook your head. There was a hint of a smile playing on your lips and it made Marvus relax. As long as you weren’t truly angry with him he’d be fine. And you weren’t- not really- a little miffed but nothing serious. Seeing him relax and start grinning in that smug way again reminded you of your earlier promise though. With no warning you smacked him once- as hard as you could- in the arm. It’d do little more than shock him- the bastard. As predicted he jumped and swiveled his head to look at you in surprise. 

“Wh-,”

You didn’t give him the moment to speak as you glanced away long enough from your work to give him a kiss. He blinked at you silently until it caught up to him and a lazy grin spread across his face. Turning back to the laptop you felt his arms snake around you and ever so carefully drag you closer to him. You had a feeling you weren’t going to be getting much done now as he pressed a kiss just behind your ear. 

[sillyandquiteawkward]

little father and bayley fic under the cut bc i forgot my ao3 password and im lazy. hope you enjoy

Food supplements and leafy greens sat on Doctor Bayley's plate, which he picked at distastefully. The Director of the Institute, Father, sat across from him, making decent headway with his own meal.

"I don't think I can ever learn to enjoy the food supplements. This flavor isn’t palatable either," Bayley curtly complained with a heavy sigh. He felt Father's lingering judgement upon him for refusing most of his meal again, without even having to look up. He poked at the slab of supplement with the tines of his fork. Even the various flavors the Institute boasted of supplements couldn't save Bayley from the pastes, powders, and bars turning his stomach. He was trying his best to find a flavor he could stand, but to Bayley, even mirelurk was easier to eat. At least the fresh vegetables were decent, if not simply boiled or baked if cooked at all. "I'd kill for some real meat on your menu."

"Come now, Doctor, we have little need to slaughter irradiated animals for food in this day and age. BioScience has developed the perfect meal dozens of times over, consisting of the exact amount of daily nutrients a man like yourself needs," Father replies coolly. Bayley glared at the older man. Of course he'd like them -- he grew up on the damn things. Well, Bayley grew up on real food!

"Designed a food that doesn't even fill your stomach," he mumbled behind his mug as he took a sip. Now to their credit, this was something Bayley actually liked. The coffee wasn't stale 200 year old beans and grounds. My god, they perfected the damn synthetic coffee and Bayley couldn't imagine going back.

Father confidently smirked, passing smoothly over Bayley's remark with a gentle shake of his head. "You poor surface dwellers, eating any and all the food you can scrounge to stave off hunger. I'm glad we were able to save you from that life. Give it time, Doctor. Your stomach will re-adjust to your new diet."

Bayley scoffed dismissively and set his fork down to keep nursing his coffee. Father took his own sip of tea. The pair fell into a dip of silence, accompanied by the gentle clink of silverware against plate as Father continued to finish off his lunch. Behind them a few tables over, there was a slight chatter from another pair of scientists in the cafeteria. Licking a crumb of food supplement left on the edge of his mug with a grimace, Bayley listened to their distant hushed conversation. Sounded like gossip about another scientist’s love affair... Hard to believe that even the “perfect” Institute could be filled with, what was ultimately, humans.

Father spoke up after a minute of Bayley straining to eavesdrop, "Why don't you tell me about yourself, Doctor?"

"...Why?" Bayley eyed Father suspiciously. "Don't you already know all about me? Isn't that why I'm here?"

Father took a warm sip of his mug before continuing. "I know about your reputation, or lack thereof." Bayley all but growled at the dig. "And I know you care deeply for the progress of humanity, as do I, albeit a tad misguided. You’re a highly intelligent man, Doctor, but I'm afraid I don't know about you, personally. I'd like to remedy that."

What could Bayley tell Father about? Why should he? Oh, but he loved to talk about himself... Bayley leaned back in his chair with folded hands in his lap, food left forgotten on his plate. "What is there to say? I'm a man married to his work, who likes breathing fresh air. On the surface."

“What got you into studying radiation?” Bayley noticed Father missed his complaint, or at least was ignoring it. “Surely you didn’t set out from the start on such a dangerous fascination.” Father had a look of curiosity on his face that seemed genuine to Bayley, although he still had suspicions this had ulterior motives.

“It was almost from the beginning actually. As I studied medicine in my youth, traveling along the Wasteland, I have to admit,” Bayley paused to consider his wording. “I had a distinct admiration of the ghoul’s ability to utilize radiation to build themself anew. The destructive power of radiation makes using it dangerous and even deadly, true, but I imagined a world where we could manipulate the human body to replicate how a ghoul’s body uses the gamma particles destructive properties to heal themselves, sans the ghoulification process of course.” Okay, so maybe he planned to be cagey, but Father just had to ask him about the thing he’s devoted his entire life to. Sorry, he’s gonna get excited. “I’d seen first hand ghouls reattach long lost limbs to themselves and remain functional, ferals even being brought back to life by glowing ones’ radiation bursts, and the stories of people growing functional limbs from radiation exposure caught my particular attention at a young age.”

“Fascinating things ghouls are, although their rotten brains and appearance are less than desirable. If anything their longevity is what catches my attention. Living over hundreds of years...” Father drifts off, looking past Bayley. “Imagine what one could achieve with that extra time.”

“Living forever doesn’t matter if you aren’t healthy,” Bayley corrected. “What’s the point of living if you are just suffering every day. I’m focusing myself to helping people in this day and age, instead of chasing functional immortality.”

“Maybe that’s the difference between us,” Father sighs. “Everything I do is for tomorrow, and tomorrow’s tomorrow. Humanity's future lies in our successor’s hands. It’s a shame we cannot directly work with our future generations to combine our knowledge. All we can do is help prepare them for when we are gone.”

“Eventually people in charge need to step down and let the fresh ideas in, otherwise we’ll collectively stagnate. We are stubborn creatures who hate change, snuffing out ideas that contradict our own. If someone like you lived forever, he’d never give up the reins.”

“I suppose you’d do the same,” Father states blandly, eyes half-lidded. “As you said, we are stubborn creatures.”

Bayley sputters, sitting back up in his chair. “No, I am the innovator in this scenario! I’ve been ostracized for my ideas, kicked out and shunned. No one sees my potential to change the world!”

“And in your age, have you begun to prepare an heir to your scientific knowledge, Doctor? Or do you think you can finish this chronicle yourself, with the few years left in your life?”

“I-I have to prove myself first! No one trusts my work because they don’t see the proof -- which I was working on when you so kindly stole me away from my clinic and subjects!” Bayley hissed, gripping the edge of the table.

Unphased, Father folded his hands on the table. “I trust your work, Doctor Bayley. I’ve seen your studies, seen what you can do when you are truly devoted to a cause. This is why I wanted you with us at the Institute. I want you to share your knowledge to us, so that we may pass it to the future with us. Let us help you ensure your legacy. We have the same goals, and we even have similar methods if you can believe it. Imagine what we can do together when we combine our knowledge, for humanity’s sake.”

Bayley raised an eyebrow at that. “Similar goals perhaps, but I wont be a part of the kidnapping and killing of Commonwealth citizens. You Institute folk are outrageously barbaric for all your self-righteousness.”

“We simply know how to weigh the importance of breaking a few eggs for the omelette. You too understand this principle closely, don’t you?”

Bayley grimaced flatly. “You truly know how to charm a man to your side.” This conversation was over if Bayley had anything to say about it, which he did. He gulped from his mug, keeping it up to his mouth as he turned physically away from Father. He’ll finish this and go back to his room. Trapped in the Institute with these madmen, forced to go along with things else suffer the same fate as the hundreds of others taken to the Institute. And Father had the gall to act like they were the same, that Bayley could excuse innocents murdered for “science.” He slammed the mug back onto the table.

“I hope you’ll understand one day soon, Doctor. I really do.” Father sighed, closing his eyes in defeat as Bayley stood up.

“I don’t want to understand,” Bayley said as he stormed past Father back to the concourse.

It was too much to think about, if Bayley was being honest with himself. He grit his teeth climbing the stairs, tense. A scientist descending the stairs stood to the side as Bayley passed, clearly wanting to give the angry man some space and avoid any conflict. Good. If he was to stay here, people should give way for him. Now if only Father was like that. He passed a pair of expressionless generation two synth guards eyeing their laser weapons as he ascended the next flight.

God, he was annoyed. Of course Father had to go ruin another meal together talking nonsense of Bayley hurting others. He tried his best not to hurt his subjects -- everyone was willing and importantly, no one had died under his care! Sick perhaps in the early days... but it wasn’t death! Bayley couldn’t stand the idea his great idea could possibly kill others when it was supposed to be helping them. If he was ever responsible for someone’s death...

Bayley slid open the automatic door to his small, barren room. It was just a simple bed and desk, which was plenty for Bayley, but he wished he had his trinkets and such if he was going to be living here until the day he dies. He collapsed onto the stiff bed, face pressing against the cool pillow. He missed his couch. He missed his clinic. Bayley even considered he missed being annoyed by Jonathan and Jay’s antics. Jay would try his best to cheer him out of this spiraling train of thought, and Jon would know plenty of things to distract him with.

If he was ever responsible for their deaths, Bayley considered he’d quit on the spot. He’d probably become deeply depressed until he really did just curl up and die, however fast it came after. All his life’s work to save humanity, and he’d killed the only people who trusted him most to do so.

But the truly terrible part of him hidden away deep in his heart wondered that if someone was to die as a result of his work, perhaps even if he wasn’t working willingly with the Institute, that he'd simply wouldn’t care.

[nukacoola]

Companions react to a Sole overworking themselves helping others?

Sorry it took so long! Corona and school’s a bitch. Hope you enjoy :)

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You were tired, no, exhausted. You had been building for weeks but the work never seemed to end. Everytime you finished one house, two more weary settlers would appear seeking respite and it would be up to you to provide them with such. You rarely took breaks. Hell, the only times you did was when your companion forced you to eat or drink. It wasn’t that you disliked the work. You loved seeing the smiling and grateful faces of the settlers who you helped. It felt great to build homes for those who needed it. Plus, you had a small crew to help you build. Even if it was mostly you… But you woke up early and stayed up late. You barely ate once a day. You had to constantly be reminded that you need to drink to survive. It was really starting to take a toll on you and your companion had noticed. They didn’t like it but it wasn’t until you collapsed while working that they knew they needed to do something.

Cait:

“Hey uhh, y’alright?” You opened your eyes to realize you were on the ground, looking up at Cait. You were confused, what happened? You were just hammering a wall when you blinked and you were on the ground. 

“Why am I on the ground?” You asked her. 

“Well it’s probably cause ya refuse to listen ta me when I tell ya you ain’t eatin’ enough ya moron.” she rolled her eyes before standing and holding out her hand. “Cmon then.”

“Where are we going? Wait, I have to finish this I can’t-” she interrupted you as you took her hand and stood.

“Are ya fuckin’ kidding me? Ya just passed out cause ya wouldn’t listen to me before and you still think you’re gonna tell me what we’re doing? This is so fuckin’ boring and I’m tired of you not takin’ care of yourself.” Cait complained, “These damn lazy arses can build their own damn houses.” 

“But-”

“No buts, you’re coming with me to get some goddamn food Sole.” with that she pulled you off towards the settlement’s diner. You were a little annoyed that she seemed angry with you so you stopped, still holding her rough hand in yours.

“Why are you so pissed at me? I’m the one who passed out!” She turned to you and frowned, not angry, more concerned. It caught you off guard. 

“I’m pissed at ya cause I’m worried. I really like ya if ya haven’t noticed and I don’t want you ta die cause of somethin’ stupid like this.” She turned away from you and let go of your hand. “Let’s just go alright?” She began to walk away but you caught her hand again before she could get too far. 

“I-I like you too, Cait.” You fought the red creeping up your cheeks, avoiding her gaze as you began to walk with her. You didn’t see it, but Cait smiled before the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

Codsworth:

“Oh dear!” Codsworth exclaimed as he rushed to your side. He had noticed you overworking yourself later than he probably should have. He was just kicking himself at seeing your collapsed form. Well, metaphorically kicking himself. How did he let it go this far? He was General Atomics finest! He should have registered your exhausted state and lack of caloric intake sooner! At the very least, he should have realized you were acting different than usual. 

“Sole? Sole?” you began to sit up, looking confused, “Oh goodness! Are you quite all right?” the nervous robot inquired.

“Codsworth? Why am I on the ground? What happened?” You began to stand but the act took a lot out of you. You stumbled forwards, about to fall. This time, however, Codsworth was ready. He positioned his metal body in front of you so that you were able to catch yourself on him.

“Goodness, Sole, you look quite unwell. Might I suggest a rest? I could prepare you a meal if you wish.” Codsworth offered, worry plain in his voice. 

“Rest? No, no it’s fine. I’m fine, really. Just a bit tired. We need to finish these houses before-”

“Nonsense!” The bot interrupted, “I will have none of it! You need rest and that’s final.” You wanted to protest but when Codsworth interrupted an adult, you knew he was serious. Plus, he was offering to cook for you and that was an offer you didn’t want to pass up. With Codsworth’s help, you made it back to the newly built shack you were staying in. He lead you to the bed and promised that he would soon return with food. If there was one good thing that you could always count on in this nuclear apocalypse, it was your wonderful robot, butler, and close friend, Codsworth.

Curie:

Curie let out a shocked squeak as you collapsed in front of her. She knew this was going to happen! You had been showing all the signs of exhaustion, malnutrition, and dehydration. She had been pestering you for weeks about it but every time you’d just brush her off. She quickly kneeled next to you and assessed your condition. Flushed face, excessive sweating, and cool clammy skin; Curie suspected heat exhaustion. You began to stir as she finished her assessment.

“Sole! We must get you inside as soon as possible! You are quite ill.” You were still a little out of it so Curie helped you stand before guiding you towards one of the empty cabins the two of you had been using. She sat you on one of the beds and quickly prepared a cold compress and some water. 

“Curie?” you said, finally coming to, “what’s going on?”

“You did not listen to poor Curie when I warned you about not taking care of yourself! Now I must help you recover from heat exhaustion so you must lie down.” 

“But-”

“No buts! Here,” she gently pushed you down on the bed, it made your heart flutter a bit. The synth pressed a cold, wet towel to your head. It felt like a breath of fresh air. You hadn’t realized how exhausted you were but Curie seemed more worried than usual so you must look pretty bad. Curie was searching around in her bag, most likely for a can of clean water, you felt your eyelids begin to get heavy as you watched her. Within moments you had drifted off, when Curie turned around with sustenance in hand, she sighed.

“Oh Sole, rest now ma chéri, in the morning you will eat.” You smiled, even if you didn’t understand French you knew that she must be calling you something nice.

“Thank you Curie, I’m sorry for pushing myself.” She smiled sweetly down at you.

“You are quite welcome!”

Danse: 

He had been watching you from a distance. The settlers were put off by his presence so he tried to stay on the outskirts of the settlements for the most part. When he saw you collapse, however, he sprinted towards you, his movement shaking the buildings around him. Upon arriving on the scene he quickly exited his power armour and kneeled next to you to assess any injuries. You looked up at him from your position on the ground. 

“Danse?” You asked, confused. You rarely saw him out of his power armour so seeing him kneeling over you without it only exaggerated your confusion.

“Sole, are you injured? What happened?” His brow knit in concern and you could hear a suppressed anxiety in his tone. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” he grabbed your arm to steady you as you began to stand, “I need to get back to work.”

“Absolutely not, soldier. You are obviously suffering from heat exhaustion. You need to rest now or you’re at risk of compromising the mission.” He release your arm and you began to sway so he quickly grabbed it again and looped you arm around his shoulder. You were thankful for, if a bit embarrassed with, the assistance. Danse didn’t seem to notice as he helped you towards one of the settlement’s houses. 

“Really Danse I’m fine. I just need-” 

“What you need is to take a break and eat something.”

“But-” 

“That is an order, knight. I’ve told you many times that you need to take more breaks. You’ve chosen not to listen and now you’re facing the consequences.” You looked away from your superior officer, embarrassed. When you looked back to him, he was facing straight ahead. There was discipline in his expression but you could tell there was something else there too. 

“I don’t want you to unneededly risk your health, Sole.” He said it quietly, but you still heard. The two of you made it to the shack you’d built previously. He led you to the cot there and finally released you. You made no indication of your disappointment at the lack of contact. 

“I’ll bring you some rations and water. You will stay here and rest until I return. Is that clear, knight?” 

“Yes sir.” his stomach flipped when you addressed him as sir, but of course he made no indication of this. 

“Good, then I will return shortly.” You watched him leave, knowing the next time you saw him he would be back in his armour. You wished he wouldn’t be so formal but you were grateful for moments like this. Moments where he would quietly reassure you that he really did care. You sighed and laid back. He was right, you weren’t taking care of yourself. At least now he had ordered you to so you didn’t have much of a choice. 

Deacon:

He was able to catch you before you hit the ground as he was standing very moderately close by. He had been following pretty closely behind you ever since he noticed you had started to overwork yourself. When he first realized you were stretching yourself too thin, he tried to casually recommend you take better care of yourself. He made jokes, “If you don’t drink something soon you’re gonna shrivel up like a withered feral.” “Are you sure you got enough sleep? You look like Tinker’s caffeine crash after five cups of coffee.” But as time went on with no changes to your selfcare routine, he became a bit more direct. “Seriously, Sole, you need a break.” “Hey you should really eat something.” Though he kept his tone light, he was becoming more worried by the hour. When you fell, he realized he should have intervened sooner.

“Woah there, you alright, boss?” he asked you, “If you were falling for me you should have just said so.” He grinned. The truth is, he was very worried. But he had to hide behind his confident and cool facade. If not for you, for himself.

“Wha- Deacon?” You looked up at him. You were confused and disoriented. You didn't understand how you ended up and Deacon’s arms, not that you were opposed, “What happened?” This response worried Deacon a lot. He fully picked you up and began carrying you to one of the newly built houses you two had been sleeping in. He knew that there should be some water and food there as well as a bed. You were getting some R&R whether you liked it or not.

“Hey what are you doing? Where are we going?” You were regaining more of a sense of where you were as you fought to ignore the butterflies dancing around your stomach. Why was he holding you? Did you faint?

“You need to rest, boss.” He replied simply. You were going to protest but something told you it would be useless. He gently kicked open the door to the house you’d been using and set you on the bed you had built only a few days earlier. 

“I could’ve walked here myself you know…” you complained as Deacon turned to find you some food and water. 

“Maybe, but would you have?” He turned briefly to flash you a cheeky grin from behind his stupid glasses, “Plus, I’ve always wanted to be the heroic knight to a beautiful royal in need!” 

You grumbled and laid back on the mattress. If he wasn’t making your head spin more with his flirting you would’ve fired back. You really were tired… Maybe you would just rest your eyes for a few minutes. With that, you were out like a light. By the time Deacon had finished preparing you food, you were long gone. Maybe he’d eat this portion and make something for you later. He smiled at your sleeping form. You were a lot cuter when you were dead asleep and not dead walking. 

Dogmeat:

Dogmeat freaked when he saw you fall! He sprinted over to you, barking as loud as he could. This attracted the attention of a few settlers who quickly rushed over as well. The settlers worked together to carry you to somewhere you could rest. When they set you down on the cot of the house they had brought you to, Dogmeat trotted up and whimpered. He rested his head on the mattress next to yours until you woke up a what felt like forever later! When you did, you were confused. How did you get in here? You didn’t have much time to question however as Dogmeat was on you instantly, yapping and slobbering everywhere.

“Hahah! Woah boy calm down!” You laughed as your dog’s kisses covered your face. Dogmeat was very happy you’re ok! He was never gonna let you keep working while he ate ever again! 

Hancock:

Hancock had to double check he wasn’t seeing things when you fell. As soon as he confirmed it wasn’t a jet hallucination he rushed over. You were beginning to sit up, rubbing your head, as he reached you. 

“Y’alright sunshine? You don’t look so good.” 

“Hmm? Uh yeah I think I tripped or something.” You tried to stand but he gently forced you back down as you did. 

“Maybe you should just take a minute yeah? I may be high but even I can see that you’re not fit to keep working like this.” He kept a firm hand on your shoulder to keep you in place as he searched his bag. You watched him pull out a can of purified water which he handed to you. “Here, drink up. That’s not a suggestion by the way.”

You smiled and graciously accepted the water. You didn’t realize how thirsty you were until you thought about drinking. You noticed out of the corner of your eye that Hancock was staring at you as you drank.

“What?” You asked, wiping your mouth. He placed a hand on your cheek. Your heart began to beat a bit faster.

“You’re really hot…” he commented, his dark eyes scanning your face.

“I uh…” you looked away from him, feeling your face flush. He chuckled. 

“I meant your temperature, not that the other meaning isn’t true.” He winked which only made you blush further. “Cmon,” he looped an arm around you to help you stand, “we should get to somewhere cooler. You need to eat something too.” You he helped you stand. You still felt a little dizzy so you held his arm to steady yourself. He walked you over to one of the settlement’s houses. After talking to the settlers who owned the house they graciously allowed you and (albeit begrudgingly) Hancock to rest there. They seemed to quickly excuse themselves after a few moments in Hancock’s presence but you were too tired to think about why. With Hancock’s help you made it to the settler’s bed. You laid down, head still spinning.

“These folks are almost as generous as you, huh?” His words were coated in sarcasm. “I’m gonna go find you some food, you just stay there and rest, alright?” 

“Wait no I can get it.” You started to get up but Hancock quickly put a hand on your shoulder to force you back down. 

“Sunshine, I say this in the most loving way possible, shut the fuck up and let me do something for you for once.” You swallowed and nodded at his serious expression. He smiled and chuckled before turning to go steal find some food in the settler’s house. 

MacCready: 

“Crap!” MacCready hissed as he ran towards you. He had been watching from afar, building not being his strong suit. He’d been telling you over and over to take a break and eat something but you never freaking listen! He reached you as you began to open your eyes. The sniper kneeled next to you and tentatively shook your shoulder. His heart was racing and he felt queasy.

“You alright, Sole? Sole?” You looked up at him, his expression of worry tugged at your heart as your eyes began to focus.

“Mac? Wha- yeah I’m fine. What happened?” MacCready’s heart stuttered. Ask f- screwed up as it was you looked so cute when you were tired. Or, exhausted, in this case. He hooked an arm around you to help you up.

“You fell or passed out or something. I told you you weren’t eating enough.” He tried to sound tough, but concern shone through his annoyed persona. “C’mon,” he continued, “let’s get you inside.” 

“What? No, no, I’m fine. I need to finish this wall.” You tried to pull away but the merc’s grip was strong. He let out an annoyed sigh as he expertly scooped you off the ground and into his arms. “Ack! MacCready! Let me down! Robbie!” You wriggled in his arms, trying to get him to drop you but he ignored your squirming and kept walking towards the nearest finished house. For as skinny as he is you didn’t expect him to be so strong. He knocked on the door by kicking it. A surprised looking settler opened the door. You might’ve just passed out from embarrassment right then if you hadn’t already passed out a minute ago. You buried your red face in Mac’s jacket while he explained the situation to the settler. You could feel his heartbeat through his chest. It was calming to the point of making you sleepy. Not that you weren’t already tired as all hell. The reverberations of MacCready’s talking stopped and the two of you began to move again. You tilted your head to look up, you swore you saw him blushing. Maybe it was just the tiredness. He carried you to and gently set you down on a couch before kneeling next to you.

“You’re so stubborn.” He muttered, a smile dancing on the corners of his mouth. If you didn’t know better you would think he was amused by your embarrassment. “Wait here. That settler said I could make some food for you in their kitchen, so I’ll be right back. I know I don’t have to say it but I-”

“‘I told you so’ yeah I know.” You returned his subtle smile. He stood and turned to go grab something for you to eat. Your eyes felt heavy but you kept them open anyways. The thought of food made your stomach growl. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had eaten. MacCready returned shortly with two plates of some type of meat. It was still warm when he handed you the plate. You didn’t know how he’d managed to make something so quickly but you weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. You noticed he was staring at you as you ate. When you looked up at him he looked away, a slight blush apparent on his cheeks.

“What?” 

“Nothing.”

“You were looking at me.”

“No I wasn’t.”

“Mac…” You placed a hand on his knee. He looked up to you, an unreadable expression on his face. 

“You’ve been calling me that a lot lately.” 

“Oh, should I stop?” your heart sank and it showed on your face.

“No no! I like it!” He leaned towards you, placing his hand on top of yours, “I- I really uh- well I don’t want you to die and stuff.” god damn it, he couldn’t have said that in a more awkward way. Lucky for him though, you were smiling. He must’ve done something right. 

“I’m not planning on checking out anytime soon. You don’t have to worry about me.” MacCready smiled and squeezed your hand. 

“I always will.”

Nick: 

“Damn!” Nick hissed as he ran to you. You seemed to be passed out but still breathing normally. He easily lifted you and carried you to the spot he’d been waiting for you by. The settlers were concerned with his presence so he didn’t want to bother them. Luckily there was a large tree to provide shade for the two of you so he wasn’t too worried about setting you down here. He gently laid you on the ground as your eyes fluttered open. You smiled.

“I must still be dreaming Nicky, you always been that handsome?” Nick quirked an eyebrow, or at least the part of his face where an eyebrow would be.

“You must’ve hit your head harder than I thought. You alright?”

“Yeah yeah,” you closed your eyes again, “I guess you were right. I’m real tired. But you’re not right about me hitting my head. Even if you are just an “old bot””, you mimicked his tone, “you’re a handsome one.” Nick’s look of disbelief was wasted on an already sleep bound sole, “Wanna take a nap, Nicky?” 

“Well I can’t really do that but I’ll sit here while you do. Rest enough for the both of us, yeah?” You mumbled a sleepy agreement and drifted off. Nick watched over you until you were fully rested.

Piper: “Crap, Blue!” Piper dropped the boards she was carrying and rushed over to you. She began to shake your body “Hey, Blue, wakey wakey! You alive?” she sighed from relief as your eyes opened.

“Hey Piper,” you smiled, “I hit my head or something?”

“No you dummy! But you did fall. You must’ve passed out! I kept telling you ‘Blue you’re not eating enough’ and ‘Blue you’re not drinking enough’ but you never…” Piper kept ranting and at some point you began to tune it out. Staring at her soft pink lips rather than listening to the words coming out of them. You tuned back in when she began snapping in front of your face.

“Hello? Earth to Blue?? Are you even listening?”

“Uhh I’m kinda hungry.” 

“That was an obvious deflect but you’re right. You need to eat something.” she agreed, chewing her lip in concern. “C’mon then.” she stood and held out her hand. She helped you to your feet and the two of you walked over to the settlement’s mess hall. Piper led you over to  one of the tables and you sat while she went over to get you some food. After bringing it to you she kept fussing, constantly asking if you were alright. You must’ve told her you were about ten times but she seemed suspicious. After you finished eating, she stood suddenly. 

“Alright, off to bed with you!”

“But moooom,” you replied jokingly, she wasn’t having it however and quickly ushered you to one of the newly built houses. She rather roughly pushed you down to the bed. You couldn’t help but think of her doing that in other situations. You shook the thoughts from your mind and lied down further. “Ok ok, but you should get some rest too. You seem stressed.” She sighed and looked from you as if thinking. 

“Ok fine, I’ll wake you tomorrow, ok?”

“Ok, night, Pipes” your eyes were closed so you didn’t see her flush as she mumbled her goodnights back. You slept very easily that night.

Preston: “General!” Preston’s voice cracked as he ran to you. He had kept telling you that there were plenty people around to build but you refused to rest over and over again. In classic Sole fashion, you were already struggling to get up by the time he reached you. “Hold on there, General.” He looped his arm under yours before you fell again.

“I’m fine Preston, it’s just a few more houses and then I can sleep.” His worries were confirmed. You hadn’t been sleeping as you told him you were.” 

I understand and appreciate your drive to build up this settlement, General but you’re in no state to work. At this rate you’ll end up hurting yourself and others around you.” That seemed to have struck a chord because you sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right, as always.” Preston nodded and lead you over to the guest bunk the two of you had recently finished. 

“Alright, General, you rest here. I’ll hold down the fort and continue building while you rest. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.” You wanted to argue but he seemed resolved in his decision so you just smiled. 

“Sounds good, Preston. Thanks” A small blush creeped upon the man’s face and he nodded.turning from you to continue to assist the settlers. You would always worry, but you were able to rest well knowing your second in command was as competent as him.

X6:

X6 wasn’t supposed to feel emotions but ever since he had met Sole he’d been feeling far too many. For example, he felt a spike of fear when the incumbent director fell to the ground in front of him. He quickly ran forwards and kneeled down next to them. He picked them up and immediately transported them both back to your room in the institute. He knew he probably should’ve taken you to the medical office but for some reason he didn’t. Was it because he wanted to help you himself? That would be illogical and rather irresponsible on his part and yet he still did it. The thought of what his actions might mean was concerning so X6 elected to ignore the problem for now and instead lay Sole down on their bed. They began to stir when he did this. 

“X6?” your eyes fluttered open.

“Ma’am/sir you passed out. I suspect you are exhausted. You did not listen to my previous advice of sleeping earlier and waking later.”

“I suppose I didn’t,” they muttered, “and I told you to stop calling me that! It’s Sole, just Sole.” 

“My apologies… Sole. I believe you need to rest. I will wait outside for you.” the courser turned to leave when you grabbed his arm.

“Wait no, can you, would you lay with me? Y-you don’t have to but…” you trailed off. X6 began to remove his coat and your face lit up. You kicked off your shoes, as did X6 before he stiffly laid down next to you.

“Thanks, I’m really tired but it’s just been hard to sleep lately. I- I appreciate this, X.” X6’s heart skipped a beat at the shortened version of his name. He’d been having a lot of those malfunctions lately. He definitely needed to be checked out by robotics soon. After a few minutes of the two of you laying together, X6 began to hear shallow and consistent breathing from you. He relaxed a bit after that. You were finally getting the rest you needed. Out of nowhere you shifted in the bed, throwing an arm over X6 and pulling him closer. His heart began to pound out of his chest. Should he move you? You didn’t know what you were doing. But, then again, he might wake you if he did. And it wasn’t as if he disliked this. Maybe he would let you sleep like this for a while longer. Maybe he might fall asleep too.

[camembertandcookies]

Childhood friends au

my new chapter is up!

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Adrien sat motionless, ignoring the growing need to sneeze behind his eyes, while the makeup artist brushed powder across his nose. He’d been at this shoot for three hours and he only had one more costume change before he was allowed to leave. He was excited to go to Marinette’s. He hadn’t felt this light since… well a while.

BeepBeep. His phone chimed on the vanity in front of him. It was Natalie.

Adrien, your father has requested your presence at home at 5 for dinner. You may have free time until then.

Thank you, Natalie.

Adrien stifled a smile so as not to ruin the work that was occurring on his face. Some father-approved free time was always a good thing. He leaned back and relaxed, determined to make the rest of the shoot go by quickly. He was excited to see Marinette. Recently their hangouts had become a bittersweet comfort. He so badly wanted to pretend everything was okay and enjoy his time with her, but it had become so hard. He was insanely grateful for the space she had been giving him. But not today. Today, he would have fun thinking about his new school.

He wondered if Marinette would want to sit next to him in class. He blushed a bit. Maybe… she is my best friend. He felt a familiar warm feeling in his heart at that thought. She was such a great friend. He always felt happy when he thought about her. She’s so kind helping me get ready for school. Marinette had always been kind and it showed in her sweet smile. Beautiful on the outside and the inside. He had always thought she was pretty, even when she wore a backwards hat for almost a whole year when they were eight. Her hair had been getting caught in the tree branches at the park. It made him laugh and he helped her untangle herself every time. She settled in on a no nonsense look eventually with her hat and low ponytail. These days she usually wore her hair down and he had to admit it looked significantly better. 

Adrien snapped into the real world while the photographer barked orders at him. He moved his hand onto his hip and smiled. In his mind he continued to map Marinette’s hairstyles over the years.

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Walking over now. See you in 2, Adrien’s text read.

Marinette waited under the large tree that had always been their meeting spot in the park outside her parent’s house. She read the timestamp. 12:10. It was now 12:11. She looked up and saw a blonde walking towards her across the clearing. She took a deep breath, he always looked so handsome after photoshoots. They had combed his hair more than his usual free flowing style.

“I like your hair that way,” Marinette started, while Adrien sat down next to her.

“Thanks. Maybe I’ll keep it up for school. Did you get yours cut?” Adrien noticed Marinette’s loose black hair now stopped just above her shoulders instead of the usual 3 inches down.

“Yeah, just a trim. I’m thinking it’ll be easy to do for school, also.”

Adrien reached out and brushed his fingers through the ends. He couldn’t help himself after his day of hair musings. It felt so soft.

“What else do I need to know then?” Adrien asked, a bit too abruptly, pulling his hand into himself.

Marinette pulled out a notebook. She opened it to the first page, where she ripped out a hand-drawn schedule.

“This is what your class schedule will look like with the timings of everything.”

“Classes are about an hour then?”

“Yes.”

Adrien looked back at her notebook. She had a list of names and a few other notes written out.

“This is a list of everyone in our class. Everyone is really friendly, except Chloe, so I would just avoid her.”

“Oh, I already met her.”

“How?”

“Her dad is a friend of my dad’s. We’ve met at a few events, but I wouldn't say I know her. She’s always nice to me.”

“Of course,she’s nice to you,” Marinette looked a bit miffed. “Well then, everyone is nice.”

Adrien laughed at the way Marinette sounded slightly sarcastic.

“You’ll always be my best girl.”

“Thanks,” Marinette smiled with a laugh. It was something her mother had always said. Here comes your best girl! Her mother would exclaim as Mari came down the stairs in baseball hats and t-shirts. It always made her feel like he was escorting her to the ball.

Adrien read the notes on the page. Nino played video games with us and is a much better player than me. Alya is the smartest girl in class. Rose is the sweetest person on the planet. There was a compliment for everyone on the page, even Chloe. Beautiful, but every rose has its thorns! She had written.

“You can keep that to remember,” she said. “The only other thing to know is your locker combo which you’ll get on the first day.”

“I get a locker? Like in an anime?”

“Yes,” Marinette let out a laugh. His excitement was as plain as the teeth in his grin.

“I thought this would be more like the Princess Diaries. Like you would make me walk with a book on my head.”

Marinette doubled over then. She pictured Adrien with his already perfect posture strutting around with books on his head.

“Why?” Marinette asked. Practically gasping for air from laughter.

“I might need some help!” Adrien joked.

“With walking?” Marinette continued with another laugh.

“No, but with fitting in,” Adrien said more seriously.

“Everyone is going to like you. Plus you’re famous,” Marinette chided him.

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It means they’ll be nice enough to you at first because of that and then they’ll realize you’re actually really cool,” Marinette pointed out.

“Can we do the book thing anyway?”

“Sure.”

Marinette stood up, pulling Adrien to his feet. She placed her notebook on top of his head, pulling his arm into hers so they walked arm in arm, side by side. Adrien dutifully stood as straight as a rail. He slowly followed her leading in a small circle.

“Thanks. This is really helping,” he smiled at her softly, his eyes filled with the joke.

“Any time,” she smiled back and hoped her cheeks didn’t heat up at his teasing sincerity.

Adrien took his free hand, removing the book from his own head and placing it on Marinette’s. Marinette stiffened and the book fell almost instantaneously. They both laughed. Adrien bent down to get it, letting go of Marinette’s arm in the process. He knelt on one knee, reaching up and presenting the notebook for his girl.

“My dear, you seemed to have dropped this.”

“Why thank you!” She exclaimed, taking the notebook back. “How about we end our lesson for now and sit back under the tree?”

They sat together for about 4 hours, the lazy summer afternoon passing them both by. There were still moments- those quiet moments- when Marinette felt Adrien’s sadness loom in the distance. Like a dark cloud on an otherwise clear day, it threatened to obscure the sun, but remained at bay.

The sun shone through the branches giving Marinette sun-kissed cheeks as the afternoon wore on. Adrien’s own sunscreened cheeks hurt from smiling at how lovely their time was. How lovely his best friend was.

[sweeethinny]

The One - Chapter 1

Finding your soul mate is like entering a home you've been to - you'll recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall, the books on the shelves, the things in the drawers: you are able to locate yourself in the dark if you need to - I’ll Give You The Sun (Jandy Nelson)

Because when Harry realizes that Ginny is The One, he needs to do something about it. Even if it is risky, because his godfather always alerts him; "What is a life without a little risk?"

(this gif is obviously not mine. All credit to the wonderful creator)

a few days ago I was asked if Harry would have paid attention to Ginny before, if James and Lily were alive, and since then, I haven't stopped thinking about it. It will be a short fanfic, I believe, without many plots or anything, just a light story of teenage romance, there are already too many bad things in real life. In this story, Peter and the other marauders are not so close anymore, Sirius is married to a woman (sorry for the wolfstar) and Remus to Tonks. There is no Voldemort, so everyone is alive.

(just an introductory chapter, I swear it will have more action in the next few. the first is always difficult)

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It was supposed to be another normal summer.

The one where Ron ends up going Harry’s home and the two of them venture into the Potter's big backyard, flying with their brooms and talking about everything and nothing, sometimes accompanied by Hermione, sometimes without her, having fun and doing things that teenagers from 15 years must do, that is; a lot of shameful things like hitting on girls and asking them out (not that they did that much, that one time at the Muggle ice cream shop had been traumatic enough). Then they would play Quidditch with Sirius and his father, and for a few days, Harry would take shelter in The Burrow, being pampered by Mrs. Weasley and laughing at anything stupid that the twins would do.

It was simple, without high expectations and feelings.

Until that day.

Harry had called Ron as usual, and then Ginny, because what would be the problem, right? Sirius was traveling with Hestia and they needed another player. But Harry did not foresee anything he would see next (because if he did, he might change things). Okay, Gin was wearing shorter shorts than he usually used to see, and yes, maybe at one time or another he would have looked at her breasts, because they were quite evident in her worn Harpy shirt, but it was so "innocent" that he didn't even consider big things, not wanting to dissect his own teenage mind.

At night, when the fours - Hermione had arrived a little later - were arranged on the two hammocks that hung in the garden trees (Harry with Ginny, and Ron with Mione) talking and laughing about any nonsense that came to mind, he caught himself admiring that redhead more deeply.

She was lying with her head on the other end, one leg dropped out just like his, but unable to touch the grass, while the other was stretched out beside him body, letting him see how white she was, with several small bruises on the knee, ankle and some on the thigh. Her skin looked too soft, a little red from the sun, but nothing too terrible to cause her pain, and there were freckles lost there, too. Not like on the face, but Harry was also lost in counting how many there were, most likely because he concentrated on how terribly sexy her thigh was

Her shirt had also gone up a bit, she was moving her arm towards another tree on her diagonal, something for Ron while they were talking, and that made the bar wander over her navel, which was very tempting. The skin there seemed much softer than the legs, with a little more freckled freckles, and he wondered how far they went up, or down. The shirt was bent because of its position and it made her breasts even more evident, and Harry had never seen one in real life, at least not one that wasn't covered by ashirt, but Ginny's looked incredible, and his palm itched with willingness to caress them.

He was crazy.

It was the sister of his best friend. His friend too - even if not that close - and as much as she liked him in her first year at Hogwarts, and turned incredibly red every time Harry was in the room, she was still Ginny!

''Dinner, kids!'' His mother shouted from the back door, saving him entirely from starting to talk any nonsense to dispel the redhead's mind.

That was just obvious observation that a teenager would do with any female body, it had no great meaning about it.

[...]

''Harry?'' His father's voice was low, a little lazy, standing in the middle of the stairs as he saw him in the kitchen, wandering in front of the cupboards, not knowing where to go. ''Is everything okay?''

''Yes, of course'' He barely looked at the man, crouching down to pick up the bundle of muggle snacks his mother had bought, feeling his stomach as empty as a punctured bag, even though he had eaten kidney pie and potatoes for dinner.

''Nightmare?'' Dad opened another cupboard, taking a cup and filling it with hot water

''No'' If the dream that left him with all his dirty pajama pants counted as a nightmare ... Harry snorted, opening the package and stuffing a handful of potatoes in his mouth, feeling ready to say everything his mind was working on since Ginny stepped into his house. A week ago...

Since when had she been so beautiful?

''Just hungry'' He pointed to the package, leaning against the counter and eating some more, not wanting to go back to the room so soon, a little afraid that if he might close his eyes again, he would feel his balls hurt again, while imagining the redhead wearing bikinis and laughing while jumping in the water and calling him with her finger.

''Your mother hears this and tomorrow she will make two pies just for you'' He laughed, stirring the tea and watching his son carefully. James didn't wear his glasses, but Harry bet he didn't even need to know that something was wrong ''Ginny plays well''

''Have you ever think to who shouldn't?’’ The boy sat on the bench, filling his mouth again, kind of to shut up and avoid talking too much

"Um ... what do you mean?’’ James pulled one of the chairs and sat there, across from him

''Not being the mother ... You know, thinking about someone ... Not thoughts ... friendly ... you know?’’ His voice sounded more nervous than he wanted, but Harry blamed the dream for that. ''Wants to know? Forget it'' But before he managed to get up, his voice, thick and without a hint of laziness, resonated through the kitchen

''Sit down, Harry'' And so he did, not wanting to test his father's patience when it was one in the morning ''Of course I already thought of other people not being your mother. In school days, of course. But until she accepted me for no seventh year, it was a long year.'' A playful smile crossed his face, and the boy winced as he imagined the younger father having these conflicts '’Is that Cho?'' Harry made a face

''She rejected me a few weeks before we took the train. She's dating that Diggory'' Dad nodded, drinking tea patiently ''I just asked why ... how do I stop thinking about a girl?’’ His cheeks flushed to the deepest red, and he was grateful for the little light in the room and his father's lack of glasses.

''If I had known how, I would have got rid of your mother's thoughts the instant she rejected me'' They both laughed softly ''I don't know Harry, why are you trying to get her out of your head? Is someone impossible?''

Was Ginny impossible? Bill was a really big guy, Charlie dealt with dragons for Merlin's sake, and Ron was his best friend ... But Ginny, just her, was already pretty scared in her own right, like that day that she cursed a Slytherin and he ran for almost the entire castle .. Harry should feared her more than her brothers.

''I don't know'' He admitted, playing with the package, mashing a potato or two, while thinking better ''It's just ... it's stupid'' He shrugged

''Well, she seems to have taken your sleep away and increased your hunger'' He pointed to the almost empty package ''It doesn't look very stupid to me .. Why don't you just ask her, just like you did with Cho?''

''I took a year and a half with her'' James laughed

''Try to take less time with this one, you won't have that much time to date in seventh grade'' The man blinked, giving a cheeky little smile

[...]

''Your dad told me you’re in trouble with girls'' Sirius commented as soon as he saw him, sitting on the living room sofa and tying his black hair up in a little bun

''Hello Sirius, I missed you too ... yes, we haven't seen each other in almost a month ... Was your trip good? .. Ah, my dad gossiped about this? I thought we were friends." The godfather laughed, raising his eyebrows and denying it while watching him."Just a few comments, nothing much "

''He said you're thinking about who you shouldn't'' Harry rolled his eyes, sighing as he tried to remember why he had asked for advice for the man who doesn't keep secrets.

''It's not that I shouldn't, it's just that it's not worth it'' He shrugged, pretending that he hadn't dreamed of her two nights ago, after swimming together in The Burrow

''How do you know? Have you asked her yet?''

''Of course not, do you think I'm crazy?’’ Sirius laughed, denying and ruffling his godson's hair

''You didn't take that from your father ... Harry, no you already have it ... ''

'' ..Yes, I need the humiliation''

''It may be'' He would prefer his godfather to deny it, as his mother would “You will never know if you don't ask. What if she is the only one? Will you miss a chance out of fear?''

''Aunt Hestia is making it too soft, I thought you would say that I need to know all the dark corners of Hogwarts'' The man rolled his eyes

''That's obvious, there are exceptional broom cabinets'' He blinked, while Harry laughed ''Talk to her, even if it is risky ... What is a life without a little risk?"

[lokislittlesigyn]

OG616 : Thor 1 - Pt.1 [The Coronation]

[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]

Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)

Warnings: None! It’s all fluff for now.

Author’s Note: This will be an ongoing series - not sure how long it will last, but it is a Very long piece, going through each of the Thor movies, as well as some of the Avengers movies and times in-between, filling in the blanks much like the Thor: The Dark World Prelude comic and the like. I pull mostly from the MCU, with a dash of Norse myth and personal headcanons. There may be enough for a few months’ worth of content as I edit and post pieces!

If you’d like to be added for the taglist for this, please say so in the replies or message me separately, if you wish.

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do - it’s been a personal journey for me, and I’m excited to share it. And if you don’t enjoy it? I wish you well all the same. <3

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"Loki. Lokiii, wake up."

Sigyn was met with a mere grunt.

"Loki, darling. Wake up." She leaned closer, kissing her husband's cheek - he inhaled, eyes fluttering open.

"Why should I?" He murmured, rolling onto his side to face her, eyes still droopy with sleep. "I've got you."

Sigyn reached up to brush a wispy black hair from his face. Caressed his cheek. "But Thor’s coronation is today. We can’t exactly miss it.."

Loki smiled, though it was rather forced. "Yes.. Of course. How could I forget?"

"Well, it's alright if you forget sometimes. You have me." Another kiss, and Sigyn hopped out of bed. Their chambers were bathed in the golden light of morning, a fresh breeze drifting in from the balcony. She walked to their water basin, washing her face and hands, then patting it dry with the soft towel before dressing for the day. "I’d wager the feast will be wonderful," She glanced at him as he finally left the bed, "That is, if Volstagg leaves us any."

Loki chuckled. "That would certainly be wondrous." He too washed and dressed, though quicker with the help of magic, walking to the doorway to their balcony. Sunlight shone bright over the city... He took a deep breath, leaning against the threshold. "What time is it?" 

"Nearly midday, I would guess. You, my dear, are lazy." She teased, adjusting her clothes in a floor-length mirror: sleek and tailored, sapphire cloth mixed with dyed leathers. The colors contrasted with her skin - the same color as Loki’s, though her shoulder-length hair was a shade lighter. Deep brown, which matched her eyes. She brushed her hair back from her face.

"As I recall, you kept me up last night." He chuckled over his shoulder.

"I beg your pardon? You're the one who insisted on finishing just one more chapter of your book - no doubt a chapter that could have waited." Sigyn smiled.

"Now now, I- Not wearing your gown yet, darling?" He walked back to her, smoothing a hand over her shoulder.

"I was hoping to eat and visit the stables before I'm doted upon for hours.." She muttered, turning her attention to the gloves she was trying to pull on unassumingly.

"Nonsense, you should be doted upon promptly. Food can be brought to you." He kissed her forehead.

A huff. "All right, I was hoping to visit the stables."

"Mmn, as I suspected. I'm sorry, darling, but you'll do no such thing. Running off isn't permitted on such an important day." He smirked.

"I only wanted to see Villieldr."

"You'll see him tomorrow, dear one. Now, let's get you to the thralls, they'll need to start soon.."

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Hours later, Sigyn was still in a dressing room of sorts, secluded from the rest of the palace. It was golden, like the rest of Valaskjalf, though it sported a long, padded bench for her to sit on as she was tended to. Thralls - servants of the royal family, who lived and worked in the palace - had brushed her hair, prepared her gown, shined her adornments. Now they split her brown locks into long, loose curls, pulling them back into braids.

She stayed quiet, letting them do their work. Years of experience had taught her to remain completely still - or else incite the hushed grumbling and frustrated glares of the experienced hairdressers, who despised fidgety clients.

After what felt like a millennium of waiting, sitting in nothing but her shoes and a satiny slip, Sigyn was finally given her gown: deep green, with a gold armored bodice. The emerald fabric draped off her shoulders, over her neck and behind her in a sort of cape. On each arm, a golden band - and golden bracelets, which matched the headpiece they placed around her head like a crown. Golden, with a sweeping wing on each side, it was delicate and thin, shining in the light. She gazed in the mirror, smiling in spite of herself. "I do hope Loki is pleased.." She murmured, brushing her fingertips along the golden headpiece.

One of the servants giggled. Vieta, Sigyn's personal favorite and close friend, a younger girl with fiery red hair who'd taken to the princess from the start. "Let us know how he reacts." She winked.

Sigyn shared a grin with her before leaving.

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Sigyn walked past torch sconces and golden arches, carvings that had grown so familiar through the years. She smiled at memories of running between those same pillars, ducking behind them with her now-husband to avoid prying eyes. They had grown since then. She was no longer the shy, quiet girl who hid behind her father Vaskr, only speaking when spoken to. Loki, no longer the studious boy who desperately tried to impress her with spells. No, while Sigyn still had a quieter nature than most, and Loki still enjoyed his books and tomes, they were stronger together.

Now, there was no need to hide, or to feel out of place amidst the gilded walls. The palace had become her home.

"It's time." A familiar voice echoed.

"You go ahead," rumbled another.

Sigyn stepped out from behind the last pillar, smiling up at them - Thor, her brother, the crown prince, and Loki, who stood looking dumbfounded. She stopped in her tracks, gazing up at his freshly-polished armor, his sparkling eyes, his barely-parted lips that meant to speak, but simply couldn't... He looked positively gorgeous in the firelight. And by the pink of his cheeks, she figured he felt the same about her.

"You two act like a pair of newlyweds." Thor chuckled.

Sigyn snapped out of her stupor. Grinned, walked up to them both. "You know, Loki, I think Thor is jealous."

"Me? Jealous? Why-"

"Oh, yes," Loki piped up, taking Sigyn's hand and placing a firm kiss to her knuckles. "He's still single."

She giggled gently.

"Well then, brother. We’ll see you soon." Loki smirked, patted Thor on the back, and happily led Sigyn off, Thor chuckling as they left.

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Loki, still holding Sigyn's hand, continued his smug strut all the way to the throne room.

Sigyn’s grip tightened when they neared the entrance.

"All right, love?" He looked at her.

She smiled gently. "Just a bit nervous."

He turned to face her, gazing down at her a moment in silence, before breaking it. "Sigyn, you're the princess. Everyone loves you. Me most of all," He smiled. "Calm down and walk with me. I can't go in without you."

She pursed her lips, nodding. Without another word, they entered the throne room - raucous applause greeted them. Loki lifted his head higher, somehow, cradling Sigyn's hand in his as they walked down the aisle. She grinned. The excitement and anticipation in the room was palpable.

Finally, the couple stopped. Loki released her, leaving her at the bottom step to take his place just between her and Frigga, the queen. She smiled down at Sigyn, who smiled back.

Across the way stood their friends - the Warriors Three, Volstagg, Hogun, and Fandral, along with Lady Sif. Fandral winked at Sigyn, causing Loki to shift his weight, clearing his throat. Sif nudged him, exchanging a playful, knowing look with Sigyn. Fandral was a flirt - but he would never dare to try and steal any spoken-for woman. Well... No one who was spoken for by a prince, anyway.

But then the crowd grew louder still. Thor made his way down the aisle, working up the crowd as everyone knew he would. He was the eldest prince, after all. Proud and full of charisma, with a handsome, charming smile. He tossed Mjolnir into the air and caught it - the crowd roared yet again.

Sigyn smirked, watching her brother..

Her brother, whom she adored.

Her brother, who would now be king. She looked up at Odin. The king, the Allfather- no. Father. Her gaze turned to Frigga. Mother.

Finally, she looked to Loki.

Everything.

Her heart fluttered, her cheeks feeling warm. She caught Loki's eye, and in an instant he turned to her, tilting his head slightly, his brows furrowed in worry. She gave him a warm smile and he, though despite clearly trying to withhold such a smile, returned it - his gaze lingering on her before turning to Thor who now knelt before the throne.

It was time.