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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑁𝐺 & 𝐵𝐸𝐴𝑈𝑇𝐼𝐹𝑈L

A oneshot of how you two met in the beautiful city of Italy, how Harry finds you an Angel descended from heaven above that took his hand and became his light. Dad!harry full of fluff..oh yeah dad!harry nation lets rise. .Part two of tooth rotting dad harry of it is here too. young and beautiful (II)

It's Saturday night. Harry and you intentionally have no plans but to loaf around in your guys cosy homely space. The candles flames with rośe tranquilness, the intro to movie watched many times together rolling in. Both of you are snuggled onto large body sucking sea-green velvet couch infront of telly.

His daddy long legs nestled atop your hip hooking around your ankle protecting you from falling if possible (moreso the fact he's extremely protective of you in your pregnancy.) His one elbow snaked around your collarbones which are now hiding underneath soft swelling, his sweater pawed arm sheltering around your huge eight months baby bump slender tender fingers tucked underneath your side.

You relaxes into him, back pressed to his tanned chest and with his chin resting atop your hair whenever he rasped out something it bobbed your whole head.

"Yeh' kay, baby? comfy?" He asks you for the hundredth time now caressing and stroking your chin, then earlobes, collarbones to your belly and the list goes on. It's one of his habits that he doesn't realizes himself more as ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒. Harry's love language's physical contact, lots and lots of them. He finds calm in touching you here and there, raking his palms without them knowing their destination. He's cuddly and clingiest when drunk. Although, he has stopped drinking since you both are expecting but the clingy part of him jumped out during this period his only excuses are "wanna stay close to me' three babies." Or "i feel empty when you're even a bit away from me."

"'M lover, stop worrying." You bring his jaw down with the tip of your pointer finger to kiss his lips gently with a tilt of your chin. He mumbles an anxious "cant." in your mouth running his thumb under the curve of your womb with amiable affection.

You hiss into his mouth when one of your bubba kicks you with ever most force and he pushes away with amused eyes, when he felt the kick against his palm. It's not like it's his first but everything related to his unborn babies muse him to utter excitement and tears of joy.

He shifts a tad resting his a little scruffy cheek against your silken naked bump, you're wearing one of his crotched zinc orange crop top and it bunched up your belly in very much likeness of Harry, he thinks you look so endearingly sexy he could make you use him as many times you want. His ear tucked under the crescent of your chest, "feels like jus' a barrier of skin between us." He bubbles his accent and you smile down at him infectiously. Meanouvering your fingers into his chestnut curls and massaging his scalp that made his eyelids futter into bliss.

There was another visible kick and Harry smoothed down the skin eyes shinning up at you, "a footy champ this one." You sucked your bottom lip trying not break into fits of laughter because from the weight your pelvis muscles has become weak and you end up leaving wet tiny splotches most of the time. First time you had it was two months ago you were fucking embarrassing and couldn't stop crying right after an hour of genuine laugh ofcourse caused by Harry when you guys shopped for babies and he wore that one onesie on his head being all goofy and child of two while expecting two himself.

"How're meh' baby girls. meh' bunnies." He smauched loud wet kisses all over your belly making slobbery snuggly voices to annoy you. You tug at his roots whining loudly because you know the undeniable loving scene of Harry talking to his two daughters will bring you to tears all because of stubborn hormones. Yes, two!

While you weren't even expecting a pregnancy, God said wait for my bumper surprise.

Everyone told your bump looks healthier than normal pregnancies but you ignored it until the day of gender check-up. Harry was ecastatic, fist pumping the air, bouncing with your hands intervined tears bloodshot in his eyelines. So were you...but you had a huge breakdown on the wooden floor of your home's threshold. You were blabbering thousand questions to him, body shaking and fighting to breath.

"I...I can't do this, Harry...too much 's too much." You cried to him that day. But he cradled your face into his calloused palms his temple kissed yours, "ye' can, my sweet girl. we can. wish I could bear one of our baby bunny, it's sad that I cant help ye'. But, it's my promise to be there for you forever and always." He leaned down to kiss you with so much love, more love he was keeping to himself ever since and more more love he can't put into words.

He comes back from your belly to leave a feathery kiss on your lips that makes you yearn for him more and settles back to his previous position, his face shoved into the crook of your neck and he presses kisses to the corner of your lips while your eyes remains glued to telly.

As Sally and Harry bickered in the car you chuckled softly fingers tracing his nose and the mole sheltered under it, "remember how we met?" His breath fanned tickling your cheek heartily when he shook his head with a giddy giggle.

"How could I not? Yeh' were a honey pot and a weepy mess after tha'." He scrunches his nose at you adorably reminiscing the night and series of nights after that.

"It was your fault mister." You twitch your lips turning to his side with his help and his hand sprawled at your back instinctively. "Ye' souvenired t' give a lonely guy like me some company, first." He smiles when you huffed. His beam getting joyously wider when your belly pressed tightly against his's and he kisses your forehead multiple times.

"Who thought that guy escapin' from Gucci's biggest event could be a dad of two girls." You quip playing with his neckline and his chest rumbled with a titter that sent you to cloud nine.

"Not me at all. But, if I could meet him back in time I'll tell him how lucky he's gonna be, how happy he'll be, that he doesn't needs to be a grumpy daddy when he could be a real happy one." His eyes are glassy and you cupped his cheeks placing your lips atop his into a feverish kiss of gentleness.

~𝐹𝑎𝑙𝑠ℎ𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 2015~

Gucci's spring festive on full blossom in the most popular old city of Italy, Milan. It's luxurious in all it's glory. A-list celebrities and world claimed most beautiful models. The hall clattered and shushed with talks, rumours, gossips and greets. Then it's fashion and tailored-fitted clothes, formal gowns. Fake smiles. Cold hearts.

On the long dinning table piled with food that sometimes's too difficult to pronounce Harry sat along with Kendall Jenner. His ex-girlfriend and a friend for now. She talks excitedly with the person infront of her snarling rude remarks here and there. Her hand came squeezing his thigh under the table that startled him from his imaginary world. A world where he's at peace, the luxuries doesn't exist and he's nothing but a normal person.

"Huh, love?" He kinks his brows together fiddling with the napkin in his lap and she gave him a furious pout for not giving her full attention, "I was pointing out how fast-fashion brands are shit." She rolls her eyes. Harry can't believe her bratty arse. He shrugged his thigh with a tad more harshness to get rid of her touch.

"Dunno. No' everyone could afford luxury brands." At this the model infront of them cackled more in her mock and sniffed to be polite in the fake hush of the room. Harry's eyes turned glassy and the jade in the murky to the visible irritation at their behaviour. His expressions dark and unreadable under the very less light.

Quiffing his long hickorey curls back he nibbed at his pointer finger's knuckle only to bend it under his chin afterwards, "'m serious." Kendall sighs loudly at this clearly annoyed by the way he's acting and the model infront of him gave him a 'whatever makes you sleep at night.' look and a shrug of her shoulders in arrogance while eating her steak.

Enough. Harry thinks with a grumble struck in his chest. He rakes the chair back that drew some attention but it drifted to some person sharing their experience and all that shit talk again on the loop.

Harry's guard followed him behind pushing the paparazzi away. Flashes in his eyes. Made up assumptions to his ears and shoved up opinions to his chest. He's sick. From all of this. He wants to shout to no-one in particular but himself, he wants an escape. He wants it with his every bleeding cell.

Then he takes a curt turn with a whiplash of his torso to dark alley beside the building from which he just exited and when he reached the end it was blocked by a brick wall so he jumped with ease to other side, his expensive boots scruffing against the gravel. He gave no care to the guard behind him.

He was in a local less populated street. Wider with the bumpy stones and there were people indeed but nobody paid him heed.

He sat on the concrete bench. Flinging his one leg over another hand gripping near his crotch and with a relieved huge exhale of breath he took his phone out going through it. After, so long he feels like he's a free dove who could breath free escaping from it's cage.

He's broken. Empty and in the rough path of his life. He doesn't know how to cope with it. It makes him fuckin' insane.

There's an ice-cream cart few steps away from where he's sitting alone onto bench. His head snaps at the beautiful giggle bouncing through the tangerine sky. He squints his eyes to get a better look of the group of friends crowding near the cart and licking onto their ice-creams.

Your white cotton dress furled with a wave of zephyr and the loose errand of your hair slipping from your low bun cascading around your face while you gave a belly ache laugh to one of your tall friend bopping his nose at his silliness.

Harry stares at the interaction of young people. They're just like him but looks more happy and youthful then why couldn't he?

His eyes are set on a certain figure and that's you still hidden from him as your friend Mona blocked the sight of your perfect view to Harry nudging your ribs.

"Is that Harry Styles." Jo mutters when his eyes fell over him and then he bashfully hisses, "don't look back! Don't look back. You guys are being too specific." Considering yourself stupid you spinned to have an ethereal sight of Harry sitting all by himself on the cold bench, his carved features glowing with the illumination of his phone screen still unlocked while he got distracted by you people.

"Doesn't feels like he's enjoying himself." Mona quipped taking a large swipe of her cold delight. None of them too interested in his wear abouts.

Call it clićhe but you don't have any thought in your mind before you're asking for an ice-cream cone from the ice-cream man heading towards him with your hands occupied with two.

Harry's breath hitching in his palpalating heart at the complete sight of you, for sore eyes for sure. His nerves jittery and knee bouncing in restlessness as you approaches him with a sweet grin. He takes in your complete look. White flowy dress and nude sandals, loop earrings and the bright red lipstick resembling the blood gush of his heart. 'Less is more' making you appear so beautiful.

Harry's so lost in his own brain wrecking that he forgot where you went but you rounds him from behind flinging your left leg on the other side of bench to sit on it with your legs on either side of it, he again startles getting off-guard hastily turning to face you when you tapped his shoulder.

Licking your own vanilla sweetness you forwarded the cone to him a sweet sheepish smile on your glowing hearty features. His body guard instantly changed his position to stop you but Harry gave him a stink eye accepting your offer shyly. Your cheeks heating even in the mild temperature when his supple fingers brushed yours.

"Thank you." His voice timid wiping the corners of his heart shaped lips but you just shrugged your shoulders leaning back with your hand pressed against the bench, "no problem. you're welcome." Harry gazes at your collarbones prodding from the flimsy fabric of your v-line then he shifted his gaze down to his Gucci loafers telling himself not to be a pervert. It's just you're too delicate that he can't stop admiring.

"I like your suit." You compliments him with glinting eyes and his cheeks flushed with shyness mumbling a "thank you." Under his erratic breath.

His eyes flutters and tummy flips when you bring your hand closer to him taking the sleeve of his jacket tugging at it, "it's too graphic you know...in a good way." He finds it endearing that you were this engulfed in just the design of his suit and when you tilt your chin peering up at him, he feels like his brain stopped functioning. He nods eyes still locked to yours and when he sense some coldness dripping down his thumb he quickly ducks down to lick it off causing his sculpted cheek to stroke against your silken ones in utter gentleness.

You gulp timidly sitting back straighter.

"So...? For what stuff you're here for Harry?" He loves the way his name sounds mellow coming from you. He clears his throat unwinding his long legs to stretch them wide and it nudged yours sending jolts to both of you, "uh, 'm 'ere fo' Gucci event." You beam at this shifting closer to him.

"I like the way it sounds comin' from you." He cackles at this running his fingers to tame his matte curls.

His tense demeanor slipping bringing his shy, timid and goofball ones exposed to you. He's himself surprised that all the built up frustration in his nerves drained away from your presence.

Being an art major and a fashion geek you asks him with ferverishness patting his knee, "what was it like? I've heard it's mesmerising." He chuckles at this. He wanna scoff because a sweet girl like you wouldn't last a second there.

"'S okay. I guess." He elevates his shoulder in bored expression and when the ice-cream swipes at the tip of his nose you giggled bunching forward to his side. He smiles down at you squinting his eyes narrow in an accuse.

"And what yer' here fo'? Wait yeh from here?" You bite the waffled cone chewing it. Words muffling with a full mouth, "having a trip with my University's friends. I live in London though. I really really wanted to see Milan. So, here I'm." You make an innocent childish face raising your arms in air to show him and his heart's soothing to peace with every homely action you'd pull to make him relaxe.

Then there was silence that Harry was unaware how to break. He could hear you talking for an eternity. On the other hand you aren't that akward to make conversations with people. No doubt you're shy, and wants your own space to blossom but this one habit of yours is inseparable.

"You know when back home. An ice-cream man would come daily at midnight in summers. Me and my cousins would climb up his bicycle cart like darn monkeys. Pop our heads inside the freezer and annoy the fuck outta him. God I miss home." There's this un-pointable feeling. That's unfigurative to Harry but it's there; of admiration and of endearment. His heart's at cloud nine caressing itself to the pink cotton candy.

His heart reaches out for you from his ribcages as the homesickness glistered in your irises. You weren't obliged to talk to him, to give him company but you still did beacuse beautiful accidents and coincidence happen in the admist of rushed streets.

Harry parted his lips to talk to you more but he has nothing, his life's not unknown by anyone and the normal scenarios of people entertains him so much.

His head snaps when you grin widely at him throwing the last and best of cone inside your mouth. Your small pretty mouth chewing like a rabbit and Harry wants to have a touch, just some to shush the fire in his stomach.

His head snapping when you yelled to children that were skipping on rope waving to them, "hey kiddos! Wanna have some ice-cream!?" They all left their play of galloping running towards you. Harry looks at you wide eyes eating his last bits away.

"Our hotel gave us a coupon for free ice-creams." You laugh standing up and he wants to catch you by wrist to stop you going away from him but when you squeeze his shoulder leaning to whisper in his ear chills ran down by his spine, "will be right back." He swallows thickly nodding eyes trailing to you as you collects all the little fellas to cart.

He watches you. Is she an Angel? A mirage to help him out of his anxiousness? Or a smoke in his mind that'll disappear soon? He thinks picking on his nails. He's not ready to step out of the calm bubble you created so delicately around him. Only if life could be this easier.

He rolls his eyes playfully sucking his lips inside his mouth when he sees you paying extra for more. He looks back to his body-guard. Maybe you didn't noticed him or cares less but Harry's kinda annoyed that he has to be here in such a happy vulnerable moment of his life.

"Thank you nice lady!" Harry chuckles gleefully when all of the kids thanked her licking onto their sweets. "It's okay kids, be careful before I take them back."

Shaking your head you strides back to Harry coming to stand infront of him. You can fit perfectly between his legs if he opened them wider for you, that desireful thought swooshed through his mind but he shakes it away.

"Thank ye' nice lady." He squeaks in high teasing pitch standing up and your eyes widened when he literally towered you fully. Your height differences funny even you're in heels.

"Not you now." You declared with blushed cheeks. His irirses glinted when you fumbled with the sides of your dress.

"So...this's it?" You ask him peering up at him with such gooeness he could whimper. Shivers running down your body as the weather turned rather more chill.

"This's it.." Harry whispers. He feels what? a lump of wetness in his throat? He's at the brink though.

"Thank you for bearing my monkey ass." You guffawed out but he has serenity in his eyes. He thins his lips. "I should be the one to say thanks."

He was taken aback when you hugged him running soothing circles at his back. He inhales your tangerine vanilla scent embracing you fully now. If he could freeze the time he would in a snap. He feels like he's all the way back home after travelling shallow through the whole world.

"It's gonna be alright, whatever it's Harry. It'll be alright. You're gonna be alright. It gets bumpy but you still have so much for you." Harry wants to cry in some strangers arms. He feels so defeated and tired. But, the determination and affirmation in your voice made him think opposite. He'll do it. He can do it.

He didn't let you go first. You untageled yourself from him gently swaying on your feet, taking a step back and he couldn't blink his eyes away from you as you bit your crimson lip.

You take steps away from him eyes still locked to his jade ones and he calls you out through the breeze looking for passing by cars if possible because you're standing in the middle of street.

"Hey, stranger!!!" You tilt your chin in a questioning and shake your head at his lopsided cheshire smile, "forgot t' tell ye'r name!" He yells out in rushed anticipation and anxiousness as if he'd loose you if any minute ticks by.

Goosebumps appears at your bare legs from the chill, "Y/N. Y/L/N." Then you spin around raising your hand high atop your head waving it for Harry.

"Ba-bye. Harry." You says loudly but it doom vacuumed to emptiness once you step inside your hotel's lobby leaving Harry at his own sake again.

Standing still at his spot. Hands shoved into his trouser's pocket and long spiral curls framing his sculpted features he watches you with a furrow of his brows from the glass of hotel. His frown getting deeper when you threw your head back laughing when you bumped into your friend who was coming to find you, you caught his wrist eyes widening at something funny he said and Harry sighs thinking maybe you're just this kind and generous and that he's not a special case in your book.

With an exhausted sigh he makes his way towards his bodyguard who gives him a side mishevious eye, "happy now, Styles?" Harry jabs a shove to his bulky shoulder playfully lips twitching and eyes narrowing, "oh shut up!" His mood more lightened and gleeful than his previous one thanks to you.

***

Next day when Kendall and her friend dragged Harry to fancy the local streets of Milan. Harry had a less scowling face than before. They stopped infront of some shop to buy bagels that someone bumped right square into Harry's back making him stumble a little.

It's you. Rushing out of a pharmacy. Harry's gaze trails from your toe to head and his lips parts in surprise. The whole past night in his lonely hotel bedroom you were his dream of heart and the stubborn thought of his mind while the thump of after party going downstairs kept him occupied and fainted the erratic pace of his heart. Then his brows kink in worry and concern at the grueling sight of you.

You're in a pink sweater and pyjamas. Eyes glassy. Cheeks flushed and blazing. Nose running and hair poking out in every direction. He takes a gentle step towards your astonished figure brewing fingers reaching out to hold you but when you keeps a distance from him his heart falls in his arse, and when you cough in your elbow he realizes that you're maybe cold or having a fever.

"You okay, love?" He asks you. Voice that of honey and panic dripping from his features. You gives him a big smile bobbing your head quickly and he have an urgency not to roll his eyes at you. Because you don't seem okay from any angle!

"'M just having a tiny cold it's not that worrisome." Harry's eyes pops out from his socket at your voice. It's groggy and hoarse not that sweet warm honey that was fusing in his ears last night. "Y/N. You can barely speak, are you sure you're okay?" You try to give him a small smile at his care but it got suppressed by another throat tearing cough. Poor little thing. Harry fawns looking down at you.

At this he abruptly saturates the distance between you two, "note me' number, darlin'. Promise me you'd call me if you feel too sick." You give a glance to his two friends coming by to stand beside him.

"Hi." You greet them in hoarseness and they wince when you forward your hand for a shake making you feel ashamed and embarrassed of your politeness when they didn't accepted it. Harry jaw ticks in furiousness as he glares them it's all adding up to push his nerves now.

He takes your shivering hand with an arch of his brow to his friends in challenging sterness noting down his phone number at your palm. You give him a soft "okie." and a "thank you." waving him and his friends a good-bye. He notices that you're not someone to hold grudges against someone. He knows that Kendall's behaviour throws people off but you didn't seem to mind it too much.

"Who was she Harry?" Kendall asks him chewing onto her bagel. Harry shrugs not keen to spill any precise details, "someone I met last night."

She tries to scrape more from him. "How?" Harry closes his eyes tugging at his roots not ready to snap at her.

Harry thinks many times to say the right words so that she'd shut up but still ends up saying something that infuriated her ego and mock, "she offered me ice-cream—" Her friend scoffs perking his head.

"Mate you're nuts for accepting something from a stranger." Logically yes. But you meant no harm to him. Your eyes were truthful and shined with sincerity.

Harry stays silent walking inside their hotel. The hostess asks them if they'd like to have a brunch.

On the other hand you climbed up the stairs to your room with a lazy gait. Your lungs burning. Once inside your room. You takes your medicine with a shivering body and minus energy to even raise your finger. You want to cry but you give a pep talk to yourself that you're a brave girl squishing yourself in your bed, hiding under three blankets.

There's bright sun outside but still you're feeling like someone placed you atop Antarctica's glacier snatching every clothing item from you. Your friends are all out and you wish you could have them. You hate being sick and alone.

When you woke up again. You felt horrible. Feeling like a truck crushed you underneath itself. When you tried to sit up, you fell back a reckless painful sob erupting from your lungs as with wavering fingers you massaged your sweaty forehead. The sheets under you drenched into sweat and hotness. Panic rising in your chest as your vision blurred with blackness so you dialed Harry's number immediately in the fear someone should be with you in case you faint.

"He—" He was cut off with your loud crying. The fork in his hand clanking against the sleek plate gaining everyone's attention. "'S okay. 'M comin'. I'll be there in no time love." He speaks hastily telling his bodyguard not to follow him with a gesture of his hand while striding to his car in big steps.

"Y/N. Darlin'? Yeh' there?" He asks you with his chest tightening with anxiety when the other end of line was dead as grave, "'m, i'm." Your breath spurts into coughs and Harry sighs sympathetically at your condition. It took him fifteen minutes to reach your hotel.

"Which room?" None of you noticed that the phone was still on line. You were half conscious cheeks soaked and smashed into silk pillow case. "Room number, sweets?" He asks you patiently running through different floors to take care of you as soon as possible.

"2-234.." You stutter. Harry halts in the middle of corridor snapping his head everywhere your room was three rooms away from him.

"Can yeh' stand up for me and unlock the door for meh? Can yeh do that sweet girl?" Harry's standing at your door and your sob muffles into your arm when you shake your head in denial. Luckily the door was unlocked.

"Stupid girl." Harry mutters under his breath pressing the red button when he finally tumbles inside your room. He wants to scold you for not caring for your safety when you're sick, fragile and barely able to stand up.

His heart grips into a knot when you turn to your side. The girl he was with last night long gone. Your lips blue and wobbling. Cheeks red and wet. Sweat sheening. Your body shaking. You could be barely seen from under the layers of blankets.

"Oh sweet girl. 'm so sorry." The mattress dips under his weight and he hovers over you taking you in his arms instantly. Squeezing you tight and warm, it feels good so you cuddles your face into the crook of his neck. He gasps when his hand glides down your back and finds it pooling with so much sweat, and you burning like sun outside.

"You're burnin' love." He says with wide eyes cautiously smoothing his hand at your back to make you feel better.

"It hurts, Harry." Harry pulls you from your shoulders rolling his thumb in the dips to massage them, "where?" Your chest rumbles with another whimper as you bolt your eyes shut.

"Everywhere."

He inquires further and you give a drowsy moan when he expertly massages your shoulders and arms, "did you take your medicine?" You nod at this head falling against his chest and if he wouldn't be so worried about your condition his tummy would've flipped so hard.

"And did yeh' ate somethin' befo' that?" When you shake your head in rejection he again pulls you back looking down at you in offend and shock.

"Y/N..." He warns you with a tough expression. Then he cups your cheeks making you look at him even though your eyes are closed he scolds you strictly, "Y/N you should be kind to yourself too."

"Now. 'M gonna take ye' to hospital." He announces and you squirm away from his grip shaking your head like a child. You hate hospitals.

"Y/N..don't be difficult darlin'." Only if he knew he has to deal with this his whole life. As you try to speak your words swallows back when he snakes his arms under your armpits making you stand up.

"No buts. Look at ye'. Yer condition will worsen if yeh' keep refusin' to go." With your whole weight over his side he makes you sit in the passenger seat, stroking your cheek with his knuckles giving you a reassuring smile and rounding to his driver side.

He keeps on checking you through the whole drive. You're still high on fever when he places his palm at the curve of your neck then at your forehead tsking when you moaned in pain, "'s gonna be alright." He rubs your knee trying to give you a smile through his own anxiousness.

They checks you in the ER. The doctor notes your symptoms on his notepad and Harry gazes you in full concentration sitting right beside you, he has your fingers laced with his's and he's continuously rubbing your back to provide you with any warmth.

"I've a very low immune system since I had a tonsillectomy when I was nine. Had an ice-cream last night and quite often I know I get sick in this season." You toy with his silver rings carelessly. Harry admires you. Dunno why. He just do. Because he thinks he might be falling for the way you talk, you behave and try to remain polite in every circumstances.

"Miss Y/N since you've your tonsils removed your coping mechanism from bacteias's less and you've caught a pneumonia." Your head immediately turns to look at Harry and when he sees that fear in your eyes he unwinds his hand from yours leaning to take your chin, "hey...hey lovie'. It's okay you'll heal in a week."

The doctor hands the prescription to Harry. The next thing he announces makes you sob like a five years old, "no. no. no." You shake your head shrinking back and Harry gives the doctor a sheepish akward smile stroking your hair.

Doctor sighs at your behaviour leaving at last, "the nurse will be here soon to give you injections."

Harry quickly stands up shutting the large curtain that's around the stretcher bed you both are sitting at as soon as he comes back you wrap your hands around his forearm. He hisses when you dig your nails to his flesh your tears dropping at his wrists.

"I don't like needles. I loathe them. They scare me." You sniffle and Harry ducks to your level metting your glossy gaze. He caress your head kissing your hair, "you're so brave. I know it. It would just be a pinch. Ye' can squeeze the fuck outta my hand if yeh want to." He has his fingers tucked under your earlobes as he again and again wipes your tears.

The nurse comes to you shutting the curtains behind her. She's old lady in age and observes the couple infront of her. Well, for her you both are looking like one.

You immediately move back to Harry's side as he's sitting now with his front infront of you, "scared of needles." Harry tells her timidly in a low voice puffing his cheeks a bit in gentility.

Harry saps his opal teeth into his lower lip when you wrapped your elbow around the nape of his neck bringing him down closer to you and your face shoved to his chest near his armpit. His other arm wrapping around your waist to flush you closer to him. He tries to drift your attention to himself whispering sweet nothings into your ear and the nurse awes applying alcohol where she has to inject the needle.

"'S okay. We're gonna get home after this, have some soup, will take a nap, watch some telly...." He smoothes his hand over your spine grasping it softly. You stiff in his genial hold twitching and hissing loudly when the needle was poked and pushed into your delicate skin. His white shirt's completely soaked into your tears now but he doesn't give two fucks.

"Just two more." The nurse mutters and you perk your head away from Harry's chest looking at her horrified, "two more!?" You squeak out hiccuping and Harry has to suppress his giggle at your expense from how adorable you look.

He again shoves your head back in his armpit muffling your huffing and tantrums. "Don't move darlin' don't wanna get yeh' hurt." His hold tight and firm.

"Hurts." You pout and Harry traces it stopping himself to just lean down and kiss it. Nurse left you guys to yourself and Harry breaths loudly grinning at you, patting his thighs standing up helping you too.

"Thank you, Harry." You crane your neck to see him properly rubbing your nose once Harry makes sure you're sitting in his car comfortably.

"No problem, love." He kisses your cheek making your lips quirk up for the first time.

***

You're sitting crossed legs on the twin sized bed of your hotel room. Harry takes a quick glance of you pouring soup into some bowl. Your temperature a little bit coming back to normal, sweat still there as you rests your head back at the board of bed. You're room's nothing sort of luxurious it's dinky and compact.

"Here love." Harry hands you the soup making sure to be careful that you don't get burnt and you takes it from him with a series of appreciation.

"Feelin' better now?" He asks you rubbing your ankles as you places your feet in his lap. Blowing onto your soup and he does the same shoving spoonful in his mouth.

"Way better. Felt like dying honestly." Harry couldn't imagine how bad your condition was he saw it himself and he gives you a weak smile, his man-bun getting loose now.

"Where are your friends? they should have known that you weren't feeling well."

"They asked me but—" Harry's low voice cut you off. In just a day he got to know what your nature's like.

"But you didn't wanted to spoil their fun." You roll your eyes playfully wiggling your toes in his lap to tickle his tummy but he catches them making you squeal through sore throat.

He giggles when you slurp purposedly attaching your lips to the rim of your bowl. Once you're full he places your medicine in your palm and when you makes an icky face he gives you a stern gaze, "uh-huh. Take 'em."

When you swallow the bitter medicines down with a huge gulp of water he pats your head, "good girl." He puts the glass at nightstand. Caressing your jaw, "wanna take a nap?" You nod.

"W-would you lay down with me, ...'s just my body aches and—" You tried to explain without letting heat to creep at your cheeks. He bobs his head furiously more than okay to fulfil your wish.

Without any word he shifts gently to your side getting rid of the hair band that was trapping his long curls into a bun, squeezing into twin sized bed with you, "sorry." he quips when you hiss at his cold bare feet touching your warm ones.

"It's okay." You smile up at him moving closer to him. Sheets rustling underneath as you rests your head over his sprawled forearm. Your bodies reacting automatically like one of soulmates when your knee nudged his legs and he parted them so that you could place your sore one in between them. You molded into him like a piece of puzzle, that was just meant to fill the part of him that was scraped out because of his fate leaving him shallow and empty.

"Sorry for ruining your day." You mumble into his neck fingers brushing the baby curls at the nape of his neck. He shakes his head running his thumb in circles under your hair that were sticking to your neck, "No, thank you fo' makin' my day better. 'M havin' fun babying you." You titters at this and he sighs. There's calm. Heart beats in sync. Yours was racing moments ago. You're tangled into eachother's embrace and he pulls thin blanket ontop of both of you.

You purr wishing he could be always with you at how he's a walking talking heater, "you're warm." Harry senses come to a pause at the kitten voice you just let out snuggling into him deeper and exhaling the breath he was holding in. He melts into you kissing your forehead and petting your cheeks.

"Sleep sweet girl." His breathing lulls you to deep slumber.

***

It's late in night. Harry squints his eyes to street lights coming from the balcony window. He groans and when pushes his face away from you, a huge lovesick smile dances at his lips. He slept so good after so long. Your warmth and sweet flesh pressed into him made him drift to sleep so quick.

He brushes your loose hair back, adorning every feature of you. Fever making you look more glowy and swelly. Then when he leans to kiss your forehead he hears the quite whimper escaping from your lips.

He places his hand at your neck to check and you're again burning. Sighing he wakes you up by smoothing his hands down your arm, stroking your hair gently and tapping your cheek with his two fingers.

You're murmuring weepily in your sleep. "Wake up y/n. It's time for your second dose." He keeps his voice slow not to startle you and your eyelids fluttered taking it's time to absorb his presence.

You shift back against the headrest. He brings the glass closer to your lips after giving you medicine. One hand on your head other making you sip water.

"W-wanna go home. Home Harry." You say in your breaths hiccuping and Harry feels so helpless. He tries to calm you down in every way possible.

He knows you're not talking about going back to London. Your talking about your actual homeplace. Then it hits him, that you're both missing that feeling. Even though you're bubbly, happy and cheerful girl you still miss home as Harry does too. You're perfect for eachother.

He takes you in his arms bringing you back to bed. You hug him close to your heart tearing in his embrace, soft whimpers in his ears that's a knife to his stomach. He pecks the side of your head multiple times.

"Home." You sniff eyes dropping. Harry messages your scalp. Your body moving up and down as he breaths. Your continuous blabbering of 'home' dulls to your sleeping breath and Harry's own eyes craved for more drowsiness with you.

He bolts his eyes shut when his phone vibrates under him. "What!?" He spats whisper yelling, you still over him. He doesn't want to disturb you by any means. Not when you're sick and went back to sleep with so much difficulty.

"'M not coming." He declares dryly as his manager tries his best to coax him back to whatever place they want him asap.

He throws his phone onto sheets cuddling back into you, letting your scent to consume him fully. His heart prancing at the thought of serenity he'll feel while sleeping else it's just jolts of anxiety.

***

Next morning your arms were holding onto nothing, there's no shoulder on which you were crying earlier. The room's dull and sheets cold. Sun refused to outshine for today it didn't got any emarld to beam at.

"Harry...?" You whisper innocently rubbing sleepiness from your eyes and when the silence laughed back at your face you sigh sadly.

You knew from the very start that his presence was just a mere touch of heaven and it's not his fault that you never got to complete dive into him.

It's just you and your homesick soul staring blankly at the flower wallpaper. His soft, giddy vanilla smell hugging you from every side. Consuming your body and you didn't realized you'll miss him until now.

Maybe, you and your love was contagious to him.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 a 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞!!! Don't forget to give your feedbacks.

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agustdef · 4 years ago

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Tiptoeing: Around You | m.

✰ Pairing: Christian Yu/Reader

› Genres: Smut, Fluff, Mildest of Angst

✰ Rating: 18+

› Warnings: Language

✰ Status: Oneshot

› In Collaboration: With @shadowsremedy who altered my plans a little, but I don’t mind it. Here is his fic, they’re both in the same universe: Tiptoeing: Around Love.

✰ Beta Read: @suhdays and @ppersonna

› Banner: @shadowsremedy

✰ Summary: YN has pined after Christian for a while, but after one more kick in the butt by her best friend and an evening in the same room she finally acts on those feelings.

› A/N: This fic was written for the sweet and mildly chaotic @dee-ehn for her birthday. You deserve the world, but since I cannot give you that we’re going to have to settle for some fictional content starring the ever handsome and rude Christian Yu. I hope you enjoy it love and I hope your day was great!

“Pft, you’re no better than me,” YN whispered into her phone.

There was a loud chuckle on the other side and then it stopped abruptly.

“Yeah, but at least I have a girlfriend. You’re out here acting like a lovesick puppy for a guy who is clearly into you. I don’t know how much sadder this can get at this point. It’s been months, YN,” Yoongi said.

Naturally, she rolled his eyes at his words. The fact that all of that was true mattered not. Or at least most of it was true, she wasn’t quite sure if Christian was into her. Everyone said he was and there were some signs, like flirting and being touchy but he was like that with a few of his close friends. That alone couldn’t be the indicator for his feelings. If they were feelings at all. For all she knew she and everyone else were seeing the signs of lust and not romantic feelings that led to a monogamous relationship.

At least that’s what the voice in her head told her when she got up the courage to think he actually liked her and planned to act on it. The pesky ass voice couldn’t let her have nice things.

Despite her clear acknowledgement of the factualness of what he said she couldn’t let him have the last word. It just wasn’t a true testament to their friendship if she didn’t try to gain the upper hand.

“Well, at least I’m not using fuckboy antics to get out of telling the person I’m dating I love them. You can’t use that psycho bitch, who tried to kill me might I add, as an excuse for why you don’t say it forever, Yoon. Especially since you know Jamie isn’t like that. But you gotta take the plunge and talk to her before too much time has passed and she won’t want to listen anymore.”

There was a brief silence before a dramatic sigh left his lips. YN could imagine the look on his face as he did it too. A mix of sadness, resignation, and annoyance at the fact that she was right. They wouldn’t be such close friends if they both didn’t hate being proven wrong while also understanding the other enough to know when it was the right moment to push it.

“Okay,” he whispered.

“What was that?”

“Okay! You’re right. But you need to stop tiptoeing around the subject and just tell him already. He likes you, let him know you feel the same way,” he said.

That got YN to sigh with about as much feeling as Yoongi had. Her body felt tired as she thought of having to speak those words, but she realized she really needed to get it over with. Even if she threw up in the process, it had to happen.

“Okay,” she mumbled.

“Hm? What was that?” he mocked her.

“Okay, damn. I’ll do it. So annoying.”

Again, he laughed and it made her happy to hear him not so down like he’d been for days. Of course, the laughter could only help so much, but it was better than nothing.

Biting her lower lip her head turned so she looked at the studio door where the man who she was losing it over was. He waited for her to bring in snacks and she’d stopped part way to call Yoongi about something unrelated to the conversation they had. One that she was so lost in that she didn’t realize twenty minutes more than needed had gone by.

“Shit, I have to go. I should have been back already. I’ll call you later. Love you. Bye.” she said.

Yoongi laughed. “Love you too.”

With that she hung up the call and took a deep breath before walking towards the studio door. Her hand grasped the knob for a few seconds as she took a deep breath and thought over Yoongi’s words. Maybe the all-nighter they planned was the right place or maybe it was the worst possible place for her to do that since she’d still have work to do if he reacted negatively.

When she finally opened the door and stepped in she’d decided to just see what happened. There would be no forcing herself to say anything about it or actively stopping herself. For once she’d go with the flow, with a bit of hope that she’d randomly get the urge to blurt it out like she sometimes did.

Upon her entry Christian’s head whipped up to look at her. He stared her down as she kicked off her shoes and made her way to her seat. The expression on his face didn’t give way to his thoughts, but she assumed he was confused as to why it took her so long to get back.

“You get lost?” he asked, taking the bag from her.

“Nope. Just had a phone call.”

Christian paused for a second, his brow raised in question.

“Yoongi?”

YN didn’t stop what she was doing for many people, especially when it came to work related things needing to be done. But Yoongi was her oldest friend and she’d hop on a plane without a moment's notice if he needed her. That meant that usually people could guess who she’d been talking to easily.

“Yeah. He wanted to whine some,” she said.

Her attention moved to the computer in front of her, which still held the work she’d left off on. Christian had messed with something a little, but for the most part had seemed to be focused on what went on upon his own screen. Something about what he was doing reminded her of a thing she’d forgotten with the clip was editing and despite the hunger that plagued her she went straight into work. Of course, she felt Christian’s eyes on her the whole time and heard him chewing away at the snacks in the bag but her mind hyper focused so none of that matter.

About fifteen minutes passed before her hands stopped moving and Christian used that to pull her chair for the desk. Her immediate reaction was to tell him off, but he shoved half of a sandwich towards her mouth and she found herself biting it without a thought. That brought a smug expression to his face, but she merely rolled her eyes and snatched the sandwich.

There was some small protest from him, but it stopped as she took another bite of the sandwich. YN was so hungry that she hadn’t really chewed anything or tasted it for that matter. She’d had little to eat throughout the day because they’d needed some last-minute shots and that left her running here and there. Anything consumed was burned off within an hour or two. Which is why Christian had offered they go get dinner first, but she knew a heavy meal would make her focus on editing harder. Food made her sleepy most of the time.

“Slow down,” Christian said, his Australian accent thickening with the worry in his tone.

But his warning was too late because she’d shoved the last piece into her mouth and swallowed it. Her hand reached for the other in his hand, but he gently pushed it away and handed her an opened water instead. She glared at him but drank down the water; though with the way he stared at her she stopped herself from downing half of it in a few seconds. Sips were slow and small until she felt her throat less dry.

“Now can I have the other half?” she asked, her voice sickly sweet and a pout on her lips.

For a moment Christian just stared his eyes focused on something on her face. At first, she wondered if she’d gotten anything on it while eating, but then she watched him bite his lower lip and his eyes flicker up to her’s and then down again. She thought that he had to be looking at her lips and her heart did a thing, though her mind wasn’t sure if it was him wanting to kiss her or something being on them. In a moment of uncertainty, she wiped at the lip and came up with nothing, but that seemed to be enough to snap Christian out of whatever trance he’d been in.

Without a word he passed her the other half of the sandwich and then got busy unwrapping his own. Silence followed with a few words spoken here and there when one of them stared at either screen long enough to have a question rise up. It was a good little break from YN’s thoughts about what happened minutes before and also got her mind ready for what she was going to do for the next several hours. Dread filled her, but knew it wasn’t impossible by any means.

“Ready?” Christian asked after finishing off his tea.

YN nodded and just like that they got to work.

Christian was to focus on piecing together a visual that would encompass the entire comeback the Dabin planned, while YN was focused on getting through the main music video. There were some others she had to do, but they were all shorter and didn’t need some of the magic that the main one did. Part of her cursed the team for being so damn ambitious, but it kept her on her toes so she couldn’t complain. Well, wouldn’t complain until she felt the urge to pull out her hair because something wasn’t working.

But for once she went through her edits without any real roadblocks. She navigated the things that they’d talked about adding and her own ideas for things to flow seamlessly. There were a few snags here and there, but they were nothing that she couldn’t fix in a few minutes or that Christian couldn’t help her with.

They’d long learned to work together fluidly so all of it came easily.

A few hours in YN pulled her headphones off and pushed her chair away from the desk. Carefully, she stood up and stretched her body since it got a little stiff from sitting in one position for so long. Once she’d properly given them the movement they needed a yawn ripped free from her lips and she felt a wave of tiredness hit her. Of course, she wasn’t done by any means.

“I’m going to get something hot and something with caffeine from the kitchen, you want anything?” she asked.

Christian didn’t respond so she poked him hard and repeated herself, he shook his head no without ever glancing her way. She knew he’d complain later, but she didn’t have it in her to pester him, so she slipped on a pair of slides near the door and ventured out.

The kitchen in the building DPR was set up in wasn’t too far from Christian’s studio, in fact she walked back fifteen feet to get to it. Something she was thankful about because despite being in motion she felt her body grow more tired as each second passed. It’s why she was quick to grab an energy drink from the fridge and down that thing. It was followed by the consumption of red ginseng because it always helped her in some way. Or at least she placebo effected herself into that thought. After she moved to make herself some hot chocolate. Thankfully, they had a Keurig, so she didn’t have to worry about heating water herself. By the time it was done she’d gotten a few large marshmallows from her hidden stash and happily deposited on top of the hot, chocolatey liquid.

With her energy drinks consumed and her hot beverage ready she made her way back to the room. She took care not to spill any of the drink and sat it down on the small table that Christian kept over on her side. It was where she sat all her drinks or food out of fear that she would knock it over if it were on the desk with all the equipment.

The moment her butt hit the chair there was a frustrated grunt and Christian all but threw his headphones down. His right hand moved to card through his hair and his eyes closed as he let out a harsh breath.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she moved closer.

There was no response, but she waited for him to get his bearings. Sometimes editing made you so annoyed that words failed to come together right away. There had been many instances where someone asked her questions and all they got in return was grunts or her starting a word only to scream halfway through.

A minute or two went by before he opened his eyes and spoke up.

“I just can’t get it to transition like I want. I’ve been trying different methods for the last hour and assumed I wanted to try out all the options, but they just fuckin’ suck. I don’t want it to suck. It needs to not suck.”

“I doubt it sucks, let me see,” she said as she moved even closer.

However, Christian was having none of it and knocked his chair into hers so she’d go back onto her side. He was stubborn as hell when in a mindset of defeat, so she had to be persistent. She knocked chairs with him a few more times before getting up. Before he could steady himself she pushed it back and it rolled almost to the door. Standing she leaned over and looked at what he had. Nothing sucked per se, but she could see what his issue was.

She got several clicks in before he protested again.

“I’ll just choose one and come back to it tomorrow or something. It’s fine, you have your own stuff to work on.”

“Shh.”

“Did you just shh me?” he asked incredulously.

Rolling her eyes she turned around to glare at him but froze up when she realized he was standing and doing it awfully close to her. His head was tilted down as he stared at her and with the way she’d held her head up high their faces where maybe an inch apart.

In an instant the atmosphere changed and YN did not know what to do. Part of her screamed to back away quickly and the other part of her wanted her to close the gap. The voices in her head were at war and then she noticed his eyes on her lips again and threw out all fear.

As she leaned closer Christian did too and soon enough their lips were pressed against each other. The initial kiss was chastise, something to test the waters, but once they got comfortable with it the intensity grew. Their heads tilted and their bodies pressed closer together. Soon enough YN’s fingers were threaded in his hair and his hands caressed her hips and ass.

With her lips on his all thoughts kind of left her, besides how soft they were and how she wished she’d kissed him sooner. And how she didn’t want to stop doing it.

Christian squeezed her ass a little too hard though and in retaliation she slowed the kiss and bit his lower lip. When he stilled she worried about if he didn’t like that, but then he released a sound akin to a growl. His lips were on hers again in seconds and she got so wrapped up in the kiss that she didn’t realize that he’d started lowering onto his chair and bringing her with him. She didn’t start to pay attention until he had her straddle one of his thighs.

He wasted no time with subtlety bouncing that thigh causing a bit of friction between her legs. It was bearable for a while but then he pressed a little hard and her lips parted as a gasp escaped them. Christian took that as a chance to slip his tongue into her mouth, swirling around hers. Though compliant with all his actions YN did try to gain control of the kiss, but all it took was another firm grazing of her crotch to have her moaning out. One bounce in particular had her pulling away from his lips.

But just because she stopped didn’t mean that Christian did, his lips went to kiss along her collarbone which was readily exposed in the off the shoulder top she wore. The feeling of them on her skin sent a shiver up her spine and inadvertently had her grinding down on his thigh, which only got her even more excited.

Her pleasure must have been apparent because once again Christian’s hands were on her hips. Unlike before though he used that leverage to move her along his thigh. With his lips still kissing across her shoulder and neck he moved her back and forth, ensuring he was pressing down enough that she could feel the friction despite her shorts.

The pace was slow at first, but it was enough to ensure that YN was growing wetter by the second. Her body felt on fire and it didn’t help when Christian began to suckle hickies onto her. She felt very stimulated and that’s what caused her to cry out in pleasure when he began to speed up the pace.

“Fuck,” she said.

“Oh, we’ll definitely get to that, but why don’t you take over and ride my thigh, baby? Get yourself worked up for me,” he whispered in her ear, slowly pulling away but not before biting gently on the lobe.

YN did not need to be told twice. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she sat firmly on his thigh before dragging herself back and forth. At first, she was frustrated because she couldn’t find the right amount of pressure to feel anything worthwhile, but before she could give up Christian started guiding her.

“Just like that. Yeah, you’re doing so good for me. Keep going and you can pick up the pace. Make yourself feel good,” he said.

There was no verbal response from YN besides the moans she released when the friction truly started up. Goosebumps covered her skin the more she got into, her body tingled and she wanted more. Craved more.

But the look in Christian’s eyes as he watched her get herself off was too good a sight. His eyes had darkened a bit and she could see the lust in them. It didn’t help that he was biting his lower lip as his eyes remained firmly on the thigh she was on. He was enjoying the show and she wanted to give him more, so she kept going and her pace quickened again.

Though her pace change was also out of desperation. She’d gotten worked up quickly and despite how good his thigh felt her orgasm felt out of reach. Getting closer to it was all she wanted, so she moved with a vigor that could get her there.

That didn’t fly with Christian though, his hands held her still.

“No, no. You are not cumming on my thigh. You’re doing that with me inside of you,” he said.

YN groaned. “Then get inside of me.”

That elicited a laugh from him and made YN finally look directly into his eyes. He appeared very amused by how she’d responded.

“I should have known you’d be just as bossy like this.”

Naturally, that ended with her lightly slapping his shoulder which brought on more laughter from him. She was ready to get off his lap after that but yet again he held her in place.

The thing was that unlike before the expression on his face was softer and less like that of a man who said she would only cum on his dick.

“I know this is ruining the moment, but before I bend you over this desk and fuck you until you can’t walk I want to be very clear with you. I want to be with you. This is not me just fucking you because I find you attractive as hell. Got it?” he said.

Though she wanted to roll her eyes at his delivery she couldn’t help but smile as happiness filled her. Hearing him say it made her night and she would stay like she was or cuddled up to him for the rest of the evening, but there was a persistent problem still between her legs.

She leaned forward and leaned towards his ear to whisper, “And I want to be with you, but we can discuss that later. For now you have a problem to fix and a lot to prove if you think you’re going to put me on bedrest tomorrow.”

It didn’t take long for him to get her off his lap. He barked orders about getting off her shorts and panties while he ran out of the room for a moment. By the time he returned she was undressed on her lower half and bent over on the desk. Her legs were spread slightly and it gave him the view of her glistening pussy, just like she wanted.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

YN tried to keep the laughter from escaping her at his reaction knowing he’d probably tease her if she did. There was no time for all that, she needed him inside her as soon as possible.

Once she heard the sound of pants unzipping and dropping she felt herself perk up. Her ass rose up a little more and that seemed to pull another groan from Christian who sounded like he was fumbling with something behind her. She was going to ask if he needed help but then she felt the head of his dick press against her slit and she moaned.

Slowly he moved it between the lips of her pussy causing her to push back wanting more. The feeling was so good, but she still needed him to go further. Thankfully, he didn’t keep her waiting for long. Before she could fully process it he’d pushed inside of her completely. There was some discomfort from the sudden intrusion–one that was the first of its kind in a year–but he didn’t move and she adjusted fast. The stretch still felt a bit odd, but not something she hated. In fact, she loved the feeling of being full of him.

“You can move,” she said.

He didn’t need to be told twice because in the next second he was moving at a moderate pace. His hips moved back and forth, while one hand on her back kept him balanced.

YN’s eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the feeling of him. She’d been worked up enough that she was more than prepared for him, but also enough that she was sensitive. It wasn’t the same level as if she’d orgasmed, but it was enough to have her feeling extra with every stroke.

After several thrusts at that speed Christian suddenly sped up out of nowhere. It was enough that her hips moved away from the desk and hit against it every time he slammed back into her. It was a little painful, but the feeling of his dick pushing into her and hitting just the right spot made up for it. Her moans had been soft before, but with each thrust she grew louder.

At some point she was almost screaming out because of the brutal pace, but that didn’t mean that he slowed down. In all honesty it felt like he went harder and she loved every second of it. Wanted him to never stop.

And because she was so focused on how he felt she didn’t notice the tightening in her stomach and the way she was close to the edge until she was over it. Her eyes opened wide as her orgasm crashed through her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said.

Despite the clear indication that she’d come Christian didn’t stop. His pace slowed down some, but he kept pistoning into her. As she finished the last moment of her high the sensitivity set in, but she found herself building up again. Her pussy wanted a break, but she wanted him to keep going.

While she was ready to stay bent over for him until he came, Christian had other plans. Using his right arm he wrapped it around her torso and pulled her up so her back was against his chest. That hand moved down to rub her clit, something that had hips bucking because it felt like too much. She squirmed a lot, but then his left hand came around to wrap around her throat and she stilled.

“You’re going to give me another one, right?” he asked, though she knew it wasn’t up for discussion.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Without another word spoken by either of them he kept her how she was and continued to thrust into her, but his intense pace from before returned. His hand continued to rub and pinch her clit, which caused her to vibrate in pleasure. Plus, his hand remained around her throat squeezing every so often and she loved it more than she cared to admit. So much that her next orgasm came a little quicker than the last.

There was a weird feeling in her stomach though, but she had no time to assess it before she came. Her pussy spasmed and then she felt an intense pressure before she felt her thigh grow wet.

She’d squirted all over his dick and herself.

“Fuck, definitely going to have to do that again some other time,” he murmured.

YN didn’t even have it in her to respond to him, she just relaxed against her body as he continued fucking her. It took a minute or two before his precision slipped and she heard him moan out. He didn’t stop until he finished cumming and then he just stood there, his chest rising and falling heavily against her.

Three minutes passed with them like that before YN said something.

“We can’t stand here all night. Also, I’m so tired from this and working, we gotta rap this up.”

Christian laughed, but pulled out. From there YN leaned against the desk trying to orient herself. In that time Christian had discarded the condom and pulled his pants back up. He helped her do the same, though he didn’t bother fixing her pants completely. H

Carefully he turned her around to face him and smiled at her clearly exhausted, but happy face.

“How about we take showers, get changed, and call it a night? If you want you can stay at mine and we can start first thing in the morning,” he said.

Not one second was wasted debating it, YN just nodded in agreement.

“If I can shower and sleep I’ll be happy.”

That made Christian smile wider and then he leaned down to press a quick kiss to her lips. He moved away to lead the way out, but YN took one step before reaching out to grip his arm. Worry colored his expression and then when he noticed the way her legs seemed to shake a little a smirk made its way onto his face.

“What was that about me having to prove something?” he asked.

“Fuck you.”

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queersturbate · 4 years ago

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i am absolutely begging u to post ur lawlight hcs <3

YES also for @nightsinthewoods and @eevi3 and @sourfrogzz thank you guys for telling me to post them!!!

This will be in list form because that's how I wrote it in my notebook! these also might be too fluffy and stupid to bear i apologize

headcanons under the cut

Kissing:

- L always asks consent before he kisses Light

- L also likes to kiss Light's neck more than anywhere else

- Light likes to interrupt L by kissing his cheek/hands/forehead/top of his head/shoulder/etc

- L comes up to Light randomly throughout the day and asks to kiss him

- L initiated the first kiss because Light was being a little piss baby about it

- Light likes to kiss L everywhere

quick n s f w (nothing graphic)

- L is the top and Light is the bottom, but they switch sometimes

- Light has a praise kink (obviously 😔)

gross fluff

- Light calls L beautiful

- They share food. literally everything they eat they share with each other

- Light tries his best to understand L’s autism

- When L gets overwhelmed and needs to think he lays/sits down on the ground, Light joins him

- Light said i love you first

- Light makes L do facemasks with him sometimes ("it's good for your skin"/"its sticky and cold")

- Light also brushes L's hair (im writing a whole fanfic about this headcanon i love it so much)

- L, with his insomniac ass, watches Light sleep

•He plays with Lights hair

•Also likes to touch his eyelashes

- Light makes L's coffee for him

- Light is constantly lecturing L about his health, L does not listen (”you’re going to die at like 30 if you keep eating like that, L”/”No.”/”What do you mean ‘No’?”/”I mean I won’t allow myself to die by such something so stupid.”

- Light hates when people gawk at L and whisper rude things about him

- They take showers together often and Light basically washes L, is he just faking laziness or is he actually lazy ?? who knows

- L hates physical touch but loves it when it's from Light, he doesn't understand why and it bothers him

- L likes to sit on Light's lap (and Light likes to feed him cake while he does)

- they're constantly touching

- L calls Light "my light" and Light pretends to hate it

- Light likes hearing L sing, but he's only ever heard him sing twice

funny/stupid shit

- L has Light as "Kira" in his phone and Light has L as his death date which is "11/3/2004" or his lifespan and they piss the other off so much

- L puts his cold as fuck hands and feet on Light to annoy him, which makes Light push him off of whatever he's sitting on

- They play chess a lot and it constantly ends in a passive aggressive war that lasts for hours or days

- Light mocks L's British accent so much

- when they argue L yells at Light in English, Light is fluent in English, it does nothing other than make Light laugh at him (and his accent)

- L makes snarky, deadpan jokes about Light being kira which makes Light stare at him unblinking for 2 minutes straight

#thank you guys for sending asks i love you 🥺#lawlight #lawlight headcanons #headcanons #death note

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sherrybaby14 · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas Santa

Summary: You’re at a Christmas party when Santa pays you a bit too much attention.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 2500

Warnings: Smut, Christmas/Santa! Kink, Noncon (But turns to dubcon), Please do not read if this offends you, groping, alcohol.

A/N: Here is the request, but I changed it quite a bit. Hope you still enjoy! Hmm 🤔 I know you did a secret Santa fic with tony, how about one where Steve or Bucky kidnapping a kind hearted virgin Y/N where she is doing a Christmas charity or something to do with outside Santa ringing bells and stuff, I forgot that name. Or they disguise themselves as Santa 🎅.

The office Christmas party was your least favorite event of the year. It was always at the end of the work day and you were obligated to stay late. It seemed to you if they really wanted to make it a party it would be on company time, not personal.

Of course Stark Industry had too many employees to have one giant one. Sure the up-and-ups had a fancy gala with champagne, but for the rest of you it was handles of vodka and boxed cookies for a few hours at the end of a random Friday in December.

“Can you believe that clown is running for re-election?” Your coworker had already hit the vodka a bit too hard if he was brining up politics.

“No.” You didn’t know which politician he was talking about and really didn’t care either.

“Ho, ho, ho!” A new voice filled the room. “Merry Christmas.”

Your coworker opened his mouth to continue talking, but you’d never been more grateful for the interruption and weren’t about to waste it.

“Santa!” You walked toward the person in the red costume.

“The one and only.” The Santa Claus was tall, his belly fake, you scanned the are to see if one of your coworkers was missing, but all looked accounted for. “Have you been a good girl this year?”

You were a bit put off by the tone of his voice. The way he said good girl, it was almost too inquisitive.

“Ray, did you hire a Santa?” Another coworker asked your boss.

“I can’t say I did.” Your boss shrugged. “Who sent you Santa?”

“Why, the reindeer brought me here of course.” The Santa costume looked expensive, much more grand than a department store.

The white beard and wig covered most of the man’s face. All you could see were the eyes. Bright blue, and a bit familiar.

“And I brought presents, for all you good girls and boys.” The Santa looked you in the eye and gave a wink as he set down a sack on the floor. “Santa can’t take the credit for these though. Mr. Stark wanted to make sure his employees enjoyed their parties this year.”

“Tony…Tony Stark?” Your boss about fell over. “He, he hired a Santa to come to our Christmas party?”

There was probably ten, if not more, pay grades between your boss and Tony Stark. Even he wasn’t high enough to get invited to that fancy gala party.

“He heard about the wonderful work you’ve done this year.” Santa reached into his bag and started handing out wrapped presents. “And wanted to share his appreciation. He wishes he could be here himself, but duty calls.”

This Christmas party was getting interesting. Even more so when it became apparent the presents were addressed to people by name. There were thirty-four people in your area.

“Trevor this one is for you.” Your coworker Joan read the tag. “Pete?”

Others started to pass out the gifts as well. You leaned against the wall, curious what was in store for you.

“I believe is for you miss.” Santa held out a small gift.

You were hesitant to take it, but did.

“How did you know my name?” You tried to get a harder look at the Santa, but the beard and wig were too grand to really see anything but those stunning eyes.

“Well Santa knows all the names of his good girls.” He gave a wink. “And you have been a good girl this year. I picked this out special for you.”

Your heart raced as you looked away, feeling a warmth come to your face. You had to know this Santa impersonator, he seemed to know you.

“This is…this hasn’t come out yet.” Your co-worker held up the newest top-of-the-line phone. “Holy shit, this thing is like two grand.”

“Language around Santa please.” The red suited man spoke with a stern voice.

“Right, sorry Santa.” He went back to his new gadget.

You watched the rest of your co-workers shred through the wrapping paper, displaying tech gadget after tech gadget. Many got the same thing, phones, watches, tablets, ear buds. Some even got VR simulators you’d never heard of.

Christmas was going to be spent alone this year. You didn’t expect any gifts and decided to wait until Christmas morning to open yours. Based on the box size it was a phone, but it was still worth having some surprise on that special day.

You walked over to your office and tucked the package in your desk drawer. Maybe this Christmas party wasn’t so terrible after all.

The gifts lightened everyone mood. Nobody was talking politics, the punch flew down people’s mouths, even some started to dance. It felt more like a real party and not an office forced affair.

Santa stayed. He set up a chair and people took turns taking photographs and sitting on his lap. You kept your distance at first, but after he’d been there for an hour or so people lost interest in him. Drunken coworkers started playing games and he fizzled into the background.

You glanced over at him. He raised a white glove and hailed for you. You glanced to both sides to make sure he wasn’t signaling to someone else. Santa nodded and continued to wave. You didn’t want to talk to him, but he had just delivered you a present. Besides, you didn’t want to appear rude.

So you strutted over to the man. He tapped his spread thigh, wanting you to sit down.

“I think I’m a little old for Santa’s lap.” Through the red suit you could see he was muscular. No where close to having a Santa body.

“Nonsense.” He grabbed your wrist and tugged you forward.

His strength shocked you as you tripped falling into him. He twisted your body so you were sitting on his lap, pressed to his chest.

The movement shocked you too much to respond. You looked around to see if anyone was going to come to your rescue, but not a single person at the party noticed.

“That’s a good girl.” Santa let go of your wrist and wrapped his arm around your waist. “Now tell Santa what you want for Christmas.”

“What the hell man.” You tried to stand, but he was strong. Unnaturally so.

“Santa doesn’t appreciate that language.” He waved a finger in front of your face. “If you keep that up I’ll put you on my lap in another position.”

Your mouth dropped and eyes widened at his innuendo. Who the fuck was this guy? Before you could say anything his hand was on your chin.

“Leave those lips parted and Santa will have to slide something in between.” He dropped the Santa accent, you recognized the voice but couldn’t place it. “Did you like your toy?”

“I didn’t open it.” You didn’t understand why you were answering and not slapping the man.

“That’s disappointing.” He shook his head. “I was hoping you would play with it tonight. I’d love to see that look of joy it brings you.”

Something was very wrong. The Santa peered at you with a Devilish glare in his eyes. You pulled away, and to your surprise you fell out of his lap. Landing on the floor with a thud.

“Whoa, ho, ho.” Santa grabbed your elbow and guided you to your feet. “Are you alright miss?”

You glanced around at your office. Nobody seemed to notice anything was off. That made you more uneasy.

“Hey Santa!” A drunken colleague grabbed the man’s hand. “Dance with us.”

The red suited man was whisked away and you decided now was the time to leave. Maybe you were overreacting, maybe it was harmless. But he did make a spanking threat? Was he doing that to everyone? The way his arm was on your hip, it was too tight. Someone would’ve spoken up.

You arrived at your office and shut the door behind you. You reached in the drawer, pulling out the present. It felt more sinister now, not the Christmas surprise you were hopeful for.

There was bit of a shake to your hand as you ripped off the paper, dreading what was inside. When you saw the box cover of the phone all the tension you were holding in left your shoulders. You began to laugh as your head fell forward. Paranoid much?

Maybe you had too much to drink and fell into the Santa’s lap. Maybe he was just being friendly.

“Get it together.” You stood up from your desk and grabbed your purse from the drawer. It was time to head home.

You picked up the new phone ready to slide it into your bag when you noticed the clear wrapping was missing, the box already open. You shook at it until the strong cardboard parted enough you could pry them apart.

It wasn’t a phone. Instead there was a little velvet bag, where the electronic should be. You picked it up and pulled the string open, then dipped your fingers inside to pull out a silicone toy. There was a button you pressed down and the thing let out an almost silent buzz.

You gasped and dropped the item onto your desk, it vibrated around the top mocking you.

“What the fuck?” That was a sex toy. You were certain it was some sort of clit stimulator. Pink and dancing around your desk.

Then the door to your office opened and a red suited stranger walked in, shutting it behind him.

“Is this some kind of sick prank?” You walked around the desk ready to slap the man. “I’m calling security.”

“Do that and I’ll show them all the recordings I have of you masturbating at your desk, during work hours.” Santa pulled off his hat and wig. “You put on quite a show.”

“What? I…I…” Your world started to tumble down.

Sometimes you got bored, it broke up the day. So what, you shut the door for a few minutes, read some erotica, then went back to work. Recordings? You looked around for a camera.

“I told Tony to tighten security.” The bead vanished and your jaw hung open. “I was doing a routine check on random points and oh my, did I get to see the sweetest vision.”

“You’re….you’re…” You lifted a finger to point.

“I love the way your words get confused when you get excited.” He grabbed the top of his Santa suit and yanked it over his head.

Rippling muscles showed as the fake belly vanished. You fell against your desk as he began pulling off his boots.

“I caught you the first time this summer, and like a drug I kept coming back.” He continued to strip. “You’ve been the highlight of my day for months. Sometimes, when you go for two, I joint you. Stroking my cock while I watch your face twist, the way you bite back those moans, hand between your legs. I’ve wanted to come assist so many times.”

A mix of shame, embarrassment, and heat flooded your body. You crossed your legs as a reaction.

“Oh no.” Steve Rogers stepped forward. “Don’t be shy. I finally get an in person view.”

Even if you wanted to keep them shut you were no match for the super soldier who parted you with ease. His hands went to your waist and he yanked off your bottoms, leaving you on the desk in your panties.

“That is gorgeous.” His hand reached out and cupped your sex. “Already getting wet for me.”

“What?” That last line seemed to snap you back to reality. “Is this some sick joke?”

You brought your hands to his chest and tried to push away but he was like a wall.

“This is one hundred percent real.” He began rubbing his palm up and down your sex as he loomed over you, his mouth finding your neck. “I wanted to make an entrance.”

“No.” You shoved harder and tried to bend your neck to block him. “I don’t…are you blackmailing me?”

“Does it matter?” He bit down and dragged his teeth, rubbing you harder through your panties. “You don’t like your toy?”

“No!” You tried to crawl away across your desk. “I don’t like any of this.”

“Come on now.” Steve laughed. “Remember, be a good girl for Santa. Do I need to put the beard back on?”

“NO!” Did you just agree to something? You liked Christmas, but the idea of a full Santa suit was worse than a nude Captain.

He raised himself off of you, a beautiful grin on his flawless face. He grabbed the still vibrating toy and made a fist around it.

“Take those off.” He nodded to your underwear and walked around your desk, spinning you on the top in the process. He pulled down his pants, a monster cock popping forward. “And sit on Santa’s lap. I’ll make sure you enjoy your gift.”

A whimper left your lips. You wanted to, part of your brain screamed at you this was wrong. He was forcing you, what option did you have. But there was a tingle in your core from his hand vanishing.

“Do you need Santa’s help again?” He leered down at you.

You started to nod. He popped the toy in his mouth, the vision made you blink, part of you wishing he would slap you to prove this was real. Then he tugged off your panties and lifted you in the air.

You were straddling him as he lined up with your entrance.

“I promise, this will feel much better than your fingers.” He moved the toy to the side of his mouth as he began pressing you down.

You bit back the moan as he stretched you. It had been so long, and he was by far the largest you had taken. Your hands went to his shoulders as your thighs quaked, being filled by the gorgeous man.

It started to hurt and you winced. He was getting too deep. You didn’t think you could take any more. A glance down told you there was at least an inch more.

“Here’s where this comes in handy.” Steve removed the toy from his mouth and brought it to your clit.

There was no holding back the cry as you fell forward, impaling yourself on him deeper than you would’ve thought possible as your bundle of nerves was stroke with the amazing sensation. You hoped nobody heard you, the Christmas music blaring in the background.

“Oh that’s a good girl.” Steve began toying with the vibrator, moving it away from your body to make you arch your back and rock against him. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Yes.” It came out like a breathy whimper as you rode his massive dick. “So good.”

Your nipples went rock hard and you wanted your shirt off, to feel skin against skin, but you were beyond making any requests. You felt every part of him inside of you, the velvet smoothness, the overstuffed feeling. But his movements with the toy. They were making you break out in a sweat.

“Cum for Santa.” Steve pressed hard against you, making you whine. “Cum for me.”

The command made your body unfold before you were ready. As if the orgasm had been building for hours and appeared out of nowhere at the exact same time. You convulsed and shook, making unintelligible noises as you fell apart around him.

“That’s the best gift, that look on your face in person.” Steve licked his lips as you tried to focus. “Merry Christmas to me.”

#Steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfic #fanfiction #christmas fanfic #christmas #captain america fanfic

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jaxsteamblog · 4 years ago

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I started writing an outline for a non existent Flower Shop AU series but it just turned into Loving Avatar Thuy Hours.

Here are some great things about Avatar Thuy (SUPER long post because I love Thuy):

She tells her folks that she’s a girl around the same time she tells them about the bald man who taught her to sling mud. Because there’s not a lot of gendered differences in the Swamp Tribe, the trans thing wasn’t a big deal. Finding out their daughter was the Avatar, on the other hand, REALLY WAS.

The concept of “kin” (FOLKLORE TERM) and the connection of all life in the swamp via the root system has a profound spiritual effect on Thuy. She can perfectly call up any Avatar and, as she gets older, can channel them easily when in the Avatar State. For the on-screen Avatars, here’s Thuy’s hot takes:

Wan- She is Not A Fan. Doesn’t like how he shifts between being super cocky and super insecure. Wishes he had not closed off the Spirit Realm. (Not like it worked, as she gestures angrily around the swamp)

Yangchen- When Thuy learned about Fairy Godmothers from a book of Fairy Tales someone brought into the Swamp, this is immediately who Thuy thought of. Yangchen was always calming and patient, and listened every time Thuy would rant about her cousins stealing a toy or when someone pushed her into the swamp. Family is big in the Swamp and Yangchen became another mother.

Kuruk- He can’t handle kids. He also cannot handle the concept of hick Waterbenders. He is a North Pole Waterbender and (SPOILERS) fell for a high class Fire Nation Lady so, he does not like the Swamp. The Swamp is not a fan of his either.

Kyoshi- TBH Thuy was intimidated by her at first. However, when puberty hit, they talked a lot about body dysmorphia and what it means to be a woman. Thuy was able to accept her body with the continued help of Kyoshi.

Roku- Roku is a story-teller. He told Thuy about the start of the war, and his time with Sozin. He talked about Azulon and what the royal family used to be like. Thuy was fascinated by the Fire Nation, wondering how such a mythological sounding people could do something so human like wage war.It allowed her to think of the Fire Nation as something more than just The Enemy.

Aang- The first Avatar to greet her. He was her confidante and like a very fun grandpa. He taught her to meditate and throw mud pies (breaking the rules by tiptoeing into Earthbender territory). He talked about the war as it was happening, and explained to her how important it was that she grow up safe. He talked about his kids and asked her about the Swamp. He explained how important it was to understand how all things, all nations, were connected and to make friends in every nation. He told her about Zuko, and about his grandkids. Especially Rohan, who might know a thing or two about pronouns.

Sometimes, catgators are tame enough to keep near the residents. However, this is similar to things we see in the news when people keep exotic pets. Tame does NOT equal domestic, and bad things happen. So when Thuy shows up with Mister Whiskers, Everyone Is Quite Alarmed.

Catgators, like real life catfish, are also borderline cryptids. No one knows how old they get. Or how big.

I imagine catgators move like alligators and can be surprisingly fast for their flat, fat bodies. Remember kids, run in a zig zag because they WILL get you.

I am from Florida. I live in Florida once again. My family has lived in Florida since we came to this country. I was “poor white trash” and had an accent. I am NOT indigenous (see above comment about coming to this country). I give Thuy a lot of traits from what I remember about growing up, things I know about the rural south via my family, and throw in the pieces I like from canon. I also want to explore topics that are indigenous specific like what’s happening to the Amazon and the continued sins my country commits on native and/or sacred land. As a sensitivity point: I do not wish to ever write about the trials and tribulations of these issues. That is for native people, as they are the ones who truly understand the generational trauma surrounding it. What I would hope to do is bring awareness to real world situations where we as non-indigenous people can assist.

Don’t let them cut down the Amazon y’all for real. And blowing up Mount Rushmore is RIDICULOUS.

Thuy loves people. Because she’s so used to being around a supportive community, and being a teenager, she doesn’t understand when adults are rude or mocking at first.

However, she is VERY secure about who she is as a person. Her family and tribe has always supported her, so she has a very strong foundation. It takes a lot to rock her. Mostly, she gets embarrassed when people call her out or make fun of her for being loud and overly excited.

She is scared to meet Katara at first, because she learns a little about what Katara did in the war. What and who she lost. She feels bad that she wasn’t there. Thuy doesn’t know how to start a conversation with her, which is bad because Thuy not so secretly wants to replace Kuruk with Katara as her Water Tribe connection. She doesn’t want to go to Arnook, who lost his daughter, or Hakoda, who lost his wife, and Sokka is in the same category as Katara, obviously.

Suki finds her freaking out. And remember, Thuy is a close friend of Kyoshi. They talk and Suki relaxes Thuy by putting the Avatar in Kyoshi robes. Sokka finds them with Thuy thoroughly disguised and, I might actually write this scene so you’ll have to wait.

Thuy likes Azula at first because she is oddly fascinated by the performative femininity of the Fire Nation. Azula is powerful, confident, and very feminine, and that intrigues Thuy. But Azula is Azula and has very little interest in some backwater peasant, even if she is the Avatar.

Toph embraces everything about the Swamp Tribe, as does Rohan, so they are the ones Thuy is the closest to. Toph, as a more destructive Gyatso, figures out how to rig a pressurized device that launches mud projectiles and the two of them wreck havoc at fancy Beifong dinner parties. Rohan takes the technology up a notch and they all terrorize the Air Temples. Doesn’t have the same impact, because they all survived Aang. Toph teaches Thuy to take no shit and give no fucks.

Thuy is insecure about her inability to communicate with the Spirits. Having grown up in the swamp, she could see them and heard how other people ran into them. Especially the refugees that were allowed in. The Spirits seemed to guide certain people to Thuy, which meant they didn’t hate her, but they never seemed to engage. The only thing she could think of was Wan and blamed him unfairly for a long time.

Thuy does a traditional education as the Avatar. She works for a few years with Toph, having a basis in earthbending already from Aang. Crystalbending is her special talent and Toph dismisses it as playing with jewelry (but never discourages her pupil ofc).

Jinora is Thuy’s airbending teacher and spiritual advisor. She is very good about calming Thuy when she continues to have this disconnect with the Spirits, but is unable to help her overcome it.

Tenzin deems Rohan too irresponsible but allows them to ferry Thuy around so they still teach the Avatar new things. Plus, in this world, there’s a secular sect of Airbending that Bumi - Aang’s son and an Airbender since apparently all Air Nomads are Benders?? - started during the war. They have a very loose relationship with the Air Nomad commitment to non-violence and can live in permanent residences. They are required to do their initial training at the temples, but many go back to their homes, don’t shave their heads, don’t live a monastic life, etc. Rohan goes back and forth about their place, but ultimately takes over as the head of the secular branch. It appeals to Thuy more and they take their role very seriously because of the responsibility.

Zuko teaches Thuy firebending. His adaptations to include other styles makes it easier for Thuy to pick up, though she still learns the basics at the Royal Academy for Girls (where she meets Suzu and Zula).

Katara is Thuy’s “master.” She helps Thuy navigate the political world and they work together on the Water Tribe restoration and re-unification plans. Katara oversees the training schedules, the visitations, the summits, the tributes, and every other bit of minutiae. She also gives Thuy a break and they hang out doing Waterbender stuff.

Sokka and Suki teach Thuy non-bending martial arts. Thuy can kick your ass in a multitude of ways basically.

Thuy gets her Avatar Companions at very different stages. You’d think they wouldn’t get along, but Thuy has collected them and they like her, so they make it work.

Suzu and Zula (those are their names, not nicknames) are twins. They are Firebenders and are not related to the royal family at all. They grew up near the palace, went to the Royal Academy for Girls, and were sent to the palace to keep Thuy company and it was supposed to be very formal and politically advantageous for their parents. Except they actually became friends with Thuy and escaped the Fire Nation to go on adventures, which their parents did not like.

Suzu is a blend of Azula and Ty Lee in my mind. She is named in honor of Fire Lord Sozin. (Her family is SUPER into Fire Nation superiority) She is cheerful and enjoys playing around. She and Thuy get overly excited about things together instead of being “mature” and “above such things” as many noble girls tell them repeatedly. Her “Azula” traits come out when someone insults her family or Thuy. She ends up learning chi blocking from Ty Lee. Suzu is not to be left unsupervised.

Zula is a blend of Azula and Mai. She is “the eldest” and does everything her parents tell her to do, even if she hates it. She is named in honor of Fire Lord Azulon (and I guess Azula?). She ends up becoming an instructor at the Royal Academy for Girls until Thuy whisks her away to go adventuring. Zula hates the rigid society among the nobles and very happily dashes off. Can’t say no to the Avatar right??? Her firebending skill is in marksmanship. She can and will singe the sleeve of some snotty little noble from across the room if they irk her. She learns to bend lightning from Iroh and even Thuy is a little scared.

When Thuy moved from her earthbending lessons and onto air, Toph opened up her metalbending academy to have something to do between professional bending competitions. Jae-hwan was a late addition because he couldn’t afford the fees. Then he found out that the fees were arbitrary because Toph is a Beifong and she gave him a room to stay in. Thuy met him when she visited her Sifu and he, not knowing she was the Avatar, stole her purse as a joke. When he did find out, instead of freaking out, started to make fun of her because some lowly Earthbender orphan was able to steal the Avatar’s wallet. He never lets her forget that or any other embarrassing thing he witnesses.

Tashi is very quiet. He surprised everyone by choosing to join Urban Dust, the secular branch of the Air Nomads, instead of continuing on at the temples. People thought he would become a great sage and possibly live old enough to see the next Air Nomad Avatar. But Tashi is a true child of the sky and would live on his Sky Bison Dawa if he could. He does not like being on the ground for long and frequently disappears to go flying. Tashi specifically asked that Rohan be his mentor, again shocking everyone, but Rohan understood. Getting older, Rohan calms down and becomes very philosophical. Tashi finds them to be very wise and they contemplate the nature of things together. Thuy appreciates the one friend of hers that would never end up in jail with her. Tashi brings the bail money. Tashi also hides the body. Tashi can keep secrets.

Aktuk was born and raised in the North Pole. His father is a waterbending master and his mother is a waterbending healer. His older sister is a waterbending prodigy. He lost his leg during his ice dodging ceremony when the boat crashed. As a non-Bender, he had almost drowned and has a fear of the open sea. He makes his own prosthesis and is very into mechanics. When Thuy attended a festival in the North Pole, they had collided because Aktuk was carrying a bunch of parts and material for a project and didn’t see her. Freaking out, Aktuk tried to scurry away as quickly as possible but Thuy kept asking him questions. When she asked how he kept his leg from freezing, Aktuk immediately started to infodump and forgot about being scared. Thuy had to drag him around for awhile, because Aktuk had been basically taught to defer to Benders, but they refused to let him. Suzu and Zula hated the reminder of Fire Nation propriety, Tashi accepted everyone, and Jae-hwan only cared if people were paying attention to him. Thuy and Aktuk date for awhile, but part amicably after they grow into different people.

Thuy saves the world and I steal Korra’s ending for her own. She balances the Spirit World and the Physical World, opening up the portals. She brings back DRAGONS.

Zuko and Katara ultimately retire. Their daughter Izumi becomes Fire Lord. Sokka and Suki’s daughter Kya surprises everyone when they find out she’s a Waterbender and sits on the Water Tribe triumvirate as the chief of the South Pole. Kya and Izumi, having been born on the same day, terrify the rest of the world with their closeness. They consider themselves more like sisters than cousins and have to be repeatedly talked back from their plans to rule the world. They aren’t killing machines, more that they think they know what’s best and only listen to each other. Sometimes Lu Ten. But ALWAYS Suzu.

Rohan becomes the head sage of the Urban Dust and creates a flying society that freaks everyone out for awhile. Tashi goes to the Spirit World for a long time and comes back, a little weird. IDK, I have stuff to explore with him. It’s not bad, just very different.

Suzu marries a nice, minor Fire Nation lord and settles down to teach firebending in his rural home. She adores the royal children and they adore her. When Suzu shows up at either the Fire Nation palace or the South Pole, other people know it’s because either Izumi or Kya were planning something.

Zula never leaves Thuy and they travel together forever. Are they together? IDK, it might just be my attempt to fix (what I think is wrong with) k*rr*sami tbh.

Toph DOES end up going to the Swamp, but her family knows about it and visits her often. Toph does not become a cop ffs, she becomes Willy Wonka but without the candy and slave labor. Lin tries to head the Beifong family after her mother just leaves one day, but she is much more suited to being a metalbending instructor. Once Suyin settles down, she gently pries the Beifong stuff from her sister’s terrified hands and does a really good job at managing Gaoling. They both studied under the Avatar for a little bit, and their rivalry came about with Suyin getting along better with Thuy.

Sokka, pulling an Iroh, never leaves his flower shop. People ask him if he’s THE Sokka, brother of the Queen of the Water Tribes, brother-in-law to the Fire Lord, friend of the Avatar, then the father of the South Pole chief and he always goes “No, I just look like him and we have the same name.”

He often says this while Zuko is sitting with him behind the counter, drinking tea.

Aktuk helps rebuild the South Pole and the Water Tribe navy is reborn. The Earth Kingdom is shook. Toph introduces him to another Swamp Tribe member and he marries her. He loves the Swamp. The Swamp Tribe gains a lot more replacement limbs that were lost to catgators.

Jae-hwan has a hard time letting go of the metalbending academy. He basically grew up there, and spent every free moment there if he wasn’t travelling with Thuy. When Toph has kids, he realizes he had thought of her as his mom and freaks out. She assures him that it’ll be okay. Before she runs off to the Swamp, she legally adopts him, making him a Beifong. He opens more metalbending academies but runs the one in Gaoling because of familial pride. He encourages Lin to take up pro-bending, and becomes a coach when the mixed bending circuit opens. Rohan is OBSESSED with mixed bending matches.

Ultimately, Thuy gets to relax in a way Avatars had been unable to for many cycles. The Water Tribe navy keeps the coastal city-kingdoms in the Earth Kingdom in check, while also reinforcing the United Republic. With the Swamp Tribe literally in the Earth Kingdom, the city-kingdoms become more firmly established and the Earth King becomes the Earth Emperor, but has to manage all of the city-kingdoms and it’s just a lot you guys he is so tired. The Fire Nation goes through an artistic renaissance under Zuko’s rule and the former colonies turn into industrial powerhouses. They are an economic force unto themselves and protect the Fire Nation from Earth Kingdom advances.

With the world in relative harmony, Thuy travels often, since her friends and family have settled all over the world. Mister Whiskers grows to ENORMOUS size and they put him in a wagon when they go around. He does not eat people (anymore) but the wagon still warns others not to get too close.

Zula is always there, with her RBF and scary fast bending. Thuy is still prone to gleeful outbursts and Zula smiles lovingly. They like to read together and will fall asleep resting on Mister Whiskers as they all bask in the same sunny spot.

Aw crap, they are together.

#fanfic meta #avatar thuy #long post

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finelytaylored · 5 years ago

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Walking With A Ghost

Summary:

Rey leaned forward to hit the record button on her webcam before scooting back to her previous spot and positioning herself slightly off center.

"Hi guys! Rey here with another video. I'm going to be doing something a bit different today. So many of you have requested that I post a reaction to this video, and I have absolutely no idea what I'm in for here. So it's going to be quite an adventure for all of us." Rey said with a laugh. "I'm trusting you guys on this one... I'm slightly terrified. But I'm also extremely curious, so let's just jump into this and see what happens."

Rey paused briefly before leaning over until she could reach her laptop. She opened the browser window where she had queued up the video. Her eyes scanned the title and she bit her lip, already trying to keep from laughing. "I'VE NEVER SEEN MY BEST FRIEND'S FACE?!". That, paired with the thumbnail- she knew she was in for an interesting 7 minutes at the very least.

She hit 'play' and quickly got herself situated as the opening sequence for the channel "WhatTheHux" played and then faded out. Two men appeared on screen- well, one was definitely a man. He had very vibrant, natural red hair and a very pale skin tone. Sitting next to him was someone - with broad shoulders and a mask covering their entire face- their entire head. She couldn't even see a single strand of hair peaking out from beneath it. She was already intrigued.

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Rey stared at the equipment sitting in the corner of the room and let out a long drawn-out sigh. She could've sworn it was mocking her. She knew she absolutely needed to record that day. She hadn't posted anything in almost a week, and even though she only had a few hundred subscribers she needed to stay dedicated. If she ever had any hope of her channel actually growing into something, she couldn't allow herself to get lazy. The moment she started giving herself an inch, a month would pass without her uploading. It hadn't happened- yet. She was trying to keep it that way.

Rey shook her head at how ridiculous she was being. She started doing this because she enjoyed it. It gave her a consistent hobby. It also kept her productive, which helped keep some of her anxiety and depression from completely swallowing her whole.

She didn't really have the space to record the way she wanted to. She shared a bedroom with her roommate Rose, and the only other open space was the living room. It was a cozy little place they shared and she loved it; it just meant she had to get creative with her set up.

Normally, if Rose wasn't using the living room or the attached kitchen, Rey would use their shelf of movies as her backdrop and the coffee table as her desktop. It wasn't much, but she made it work for her. Sitting on the floor wasn't always the most comfortable thing, but she didn't have much of a choice.

She crawled over to the coffee table and pulled up the tabs she needed on her laptop just as she heard the lock jiggling in the front door. She smirked to herself as Rose walked through it a few seconds later. "Just in time. I almost thought I'd have to start without you."

"Hello to you too", Rose replied, as she shut the door behind her and leaned down to untie her boots. "Do you just put off recording until you think I'm going to be home?"

Rey laughed and shook her head. "Me? Procrastinate? I'm a bit insulted you'd even suggest that." She replied as she finished adjusted her camera. "But now that you're here, I don't see why..."

"I knew it!" Rose laughed, cutting her sentence short. "You just didn't want to record by yourself."

"Viewers really enjoy it when we record together! You've seen the comments, Rose" Rey replied, turning to look at her roommate as she walked into their bedroom.

Rey knew that being on camera wasn't really Roses' thing. It certainly wasn't for everybody. But they did have great chemistry and it actually gave Rey someone to interact with. It created an energy on screen that she had to work so much harder to achieve when she recorded by herself. She had only started the channel by herself because she had to. She didn't have any friends with channels in their little part of the world, and didn't know anyone who would have started one with her.

So she had to resort to trying to drag her roommate into it as often as she could.

"What are you reacting to today?" Rose asked from the other room.

"I'm actually doing something new tonight." Rey replied. "There's this video- no idea what it is- but I've gotten loads of comments asking me to post a reaction."

"Yeah?" She could tell Rose as at least curious. She counted it as a small victory. Rose walked back into the shared living space. "I don't know if you should be excited or terrified... people on the internet are into some weird shit sometimes."

Rey couldn't disagree with her there. "I've done a bit of checking into it, without watching the actual video, because I'd like to avoid being completely scarred for life if at all possible." She said in reassurance.

"Good. I've taught you well." Rose replied with a smile as she flung herself onto one of the couches.

Rey scoffed and looked at Rose, giving her the look. "Which one of us still uses a flip phone that doesn't even have internet capabilities on purpose?"

"My phone does everything I need it to, thank you very much." Rose replied, raising her eyebrows.

"It's like I don't even know who you are sometimes."

"You don't know what you'd do without me." Rose replied, sticking her tongue out.

"You're bloody right about that. Who would I be perpetually single with if you weren't around?" Rey admitted.

"Exactly. Although, I'm still willing to put money on you getting married before I do. If I ever do." Rose replied.

Rey giggled as she responded. "You're so ridiculous. The more you say that, the more I'm convinced the universe is going to make sure you eat your words. You'll be married before all of us."

"And you say that every time it gets brought up. Stop giving the universe ideas." Rose threatened playfully, throwing one of the couch pillows at her.

Rey caught it and threw it back at her. "Rude." Rose just laughed.

"Are you going to record this with me or are you going to be a creep like you usually are and just watch me do it?"

"Hey! I am not creepy. Your subscribers love when I give my offscreen commentary. Makes it feel more authentic." Rose replied.

"Fair enough." Rey conceded with a sigh. "Let's get this over with then."

Rey leaned forward to hit the record button on her webcam before scooting back to her previous spot and positioning herself slightly off center.

"That mask is insane. There's no way this is a one off. They spent some serious time, or money, or both on that thing..."

"...most of you probably know, my name is Hux and you may have noticed I have a guest joining me today."

Hux spoke with an accent much like Rey's. There were a handful of highly successful YouTubers who were English, most of who she kept up with. But she couldn't say she'd seen his videos before.

"If you spend most of your free time getting sucked into the YouTube void, you should recognize my guest as Kylo Ren. That's right- THE Kylo Ren. Kylo doesn't normally agree to do collaborations, but after years and years of nagging, and despite constant threats of renouncing our friendship completely, he has agreed to do "The Best Friend tag" with me."

"I immediately regret all of my life choices that lead to this moment." Kylo said, speaking for the first time since the video started.

She noticed right away that the voice coming from the mask was... a bit odd. It was clearly going through a filter- a voice changer of some sort. She couldn't help but wonder what this guy did on his own channel. So much went into connecting to and finding an audience, and she had always believed that - whether you were putting on a persona for your channel or not- eye contact with the camera meant everything.

Clearly this Kylo Ren had found a way around that; if he was as popular as Hux made him out to be.

"You don't mean that, Ren" Hux replied rolling his eyes. "That means you regret the last ten years we've known each other and our entire friendship."

"I can already tell admitting to the internet that we know each other and that I willingly spend time with you was a mistake. Why did I agree to this again?" Kylo replied with a sigh.

Rey was completely sucked in. Hux and Kylo had a dynamic that was fun to watch. It was easy to tell that they were actually friends, as painful as that seemed to be for Kylo in that moment.

"Because despite what you want everyone to believe, you do actually enjoy my company. Also, your life would be a mess without me." Hux replied with a smirk.

Kylo didn't reply, and he didn't have to. His silence was almost funnier than anything he could've said. He just had a presence that telegraphed his disdain.

"They haven't even gotten to any of the questions yet and this is brilliant. Big thanks to everyone who requested this because I can already tell I'm going to love this." Rey said to the camera, a big smile on her face.

"Your silence is supremely encouraging, thank you." Hux continued. "So, we have a list of ten questions to answer for each other, and whoever gets the most right wins- because it means they actually pay attendant and know their best friend very well."

"I hope you're prepared to be supremely disappointed." Kylo said.

The tone of his voice didn't really change- but there had to at least be a smirk under that mask. Or the most exasperated facial expression in the entire world. As the video continued and Hux tried his best to get Kylo to participate in this little game he'd somehow convinced him to be part of in this first place, Rey found herself caught up in trying to imagine what the mystery man's facial expressions looked like. The one liners he would throw out were complete gold. Whether it was on purpose or not, his comedic timing was brilliant.

"First question- Describe each other in one word." Hux read out from the piece of paper in his hands. "There are plenty of words I could choose here.. but I think that 'mysterious' is probably best. All encompassing. Might be a bit too obvious though..."

"Delightful" Kylo suddenly says, clearly catching Hux off guard.

"I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said about me" Hux replied, genuine shock on his face.

"No, me. The word I think you should be using for me is delightful. You're more of an.... insufferable. Clingy."

"Clingy?! How am I clingy?!" Hux replied.

"There mere fact that I'm in this video right now proves that."

Hux was clearly not in control of the situation, and Rey had a feeling that wasn't unusual. Kylo knew how to get under Hux's skin.

"I've changed my mind. 'Insufferable' is now the word I'm using for you." Hux replied. "Okay, next question. How would you describe our friendship?"

"A ten hanging out with a five." Kylo replied without missing a beat.

Rey burst out into surprised laughter. This Kylo Ren was relentless. "This 'Kylo Ren' is either a comedic genius or a complete asshole. Maybe a little bit of both."

It didn't take long for Rose to pop in and join her- it was comedic gold and even she didn't want to miss out on it. It was funny if you listened to it, but watching it made it even better. Kylo Ren was so calm and composed- even in his body language. It contrasted well with how animated Hux was when he spoke.

"I can't believe this is the first time these two have collaborated. They've been depriving the internet of years of comedy gold." Rey said between laughs, trying to catch her breath. Rose was nearly in tears next to her as they continued to watch the video. By the time they reached the end of it, both of them were a mess.

"Oh my god Rose. What did we even just watch." Rey said, wiping tears from her face.

"You're right. It really is a travesty that this is the only collaboration video they've done... it's probably also a good thing though because otherwise I'd just sit around watching them and never get anything done." Rose replied.

"You and me both. Well, thank you again to everyone out there who requested this, because you just made our night. If you liked what you saw, don't gorget to subscribe and keep sending in requests. You guys are the best, we'll see you next time!" Rey said, closing out the video.

X x X x X x X

"I told you it was a brilliant idea." Hux said for what felt like the millionth time since he posted the video.

Be rolled his eyes, keeping his back turned and focusing on the task at hand. It didn't take that much concentration to cook dinner, but he knew it would annoy Hux.

"Are you just going to keep saying that every day, a thousand times a day until we die? It's been two months" Ben replied.

Hux scoffed. "Only until you admit I was right. Which I obviously was."

He couldn't exactly argue with him. Their video had reached a couple million views in just a few hours, and his subscriber count had definitely increased.

"You do realize I never said it was a bad idea in terms of content." Ben replied. "Kylo has never done a collaboration- that in itself was going to attract viewers."

"Exactly. I know you knew it was mutually beneficial. Which is why I still don't get why it took literally years of me begging for you to finally agree to it." Hux replied.

"Because you clearly still don't understand what it actually takes to keep my channel operating successfully. All it takes is one little hint- the smallest piece of identifiable information- and someone out there will figure it out. And then it'll be all over the internet and the 6 years of work I've put into my channel will mean nothing." Ben explained, finally turning around to look at him. "It's also why there was no way in hell I was letting you edit that thing without supervision." His lips twitched up into a smirk as Hux attempted to glare a hole through him.

"... I hate you."

Ben turned his attention back to the stove and smiled to himself. It was rare for Hux to not have a clever comeback. It usually only happened when he knew Ben had a point and didn't want to admit it. Normally, he'd give him shit for it, but he was feeling generous today. "So, what's on your long and exciting list of plans for the weekend?"

"Oh y'know, the usual." Hux sighed, sinking down onto the couch. "Hit the circuit. Take advantage of the free alcohol. Stop by at an unacceptable hour of the morning completely pissed and steal your leftovers."

"So, the usual then?" Ben asked, raising an eyebrow as he turned to walk over to the couch. He took a bite of the food he had just finished preparing and sat down. Hux's weekend antics had been the same since they were in their early 20's. It stopped phasing him a long time ago.

Hux shot him a knowing look. "Don't be bitter, Solo. You know you're more than welcome to join me instead of being a shut in all weekend. But only if you're not going to stand in the corner and sulk."

Ben protested. "Excuse me, I don't stand in the corner and sulk. I find a comfortable spot and observe. Despite my better judgement, I even let you convince me to get drunk enough to dance occasionally."

Hux snorted. "If only I still had videos from some of those nights. I don't know why you don't let loose more often."

Ben shook his head, taking another bite of his food. "It's part of the genius behind my branding decisions. I can decide when I want to go out and when I don't, and I rarely have to make appearances in general. Anyone can throw on a mask for a few minutes, shake some hands and leave."

"I don't think I've ever met someone who is as smart as you are, while also being an absolute moron." Hux replied. "You found a brand that has given you attention other YouTubers would kill for, while still maintaining anonymity and you're not even taking advantage of it."

"How many times have you given me this lecture now?" Ben asked, clearly amused by the situation.

"Clearly not enough. Because you still refuse to learn anything from my extremely valuable wisdom." Hux replied.

"I don't think 'wisdom' is really the word I'd use for it."

"You really are insufferable." Hux said, standing and grabbing his keys from the kitchen counter. "I'm going to get ready and at 7:00 I'm coming back here and you better be dressed and ready for a night you won't remember tomorrow." He was out the door, shutting it behind himself before Ben could respond.

He had a little under 3 hours to decide if he was going to indulge Hux or not. He could just leave. Find somewhere to hang out and be gone by the time Hux came looking for him. Ben sighed as he took the last couple bites of his food. "I'm really, really going to regret this." he mumbled to himself.

Eventually he talked himself into getting up and putting his dish in the sink. He spent a few minutes just staring down the hall at his bedroom door.

In his 20's, Ben had been part of Hux's antics more than his best friend likes to give him credit for. He's never used 'Kylo Ren' the way Hux would've if their roles were reversed. He'd even fired his long time manager not long ago because of it. When he first started his channel, he had almost been swayed to go in that direction with it. But he could only take the persona so far. It took him some time to realize it, but he still wanted to have parts of Ben Solo left when he turned the camera off. The bleed through was hard to maintain, and he'd made some mistakes he was still learning to live with. Some he'd probably spend the rest of his life trying to mend, if he ever had the courage to actually try and deal with any of it.

That was the thing Hux - or anyone else for that matter - would never understand. Not really. Hux had been one of the only people to actually witness him struggle through that time in his life. He'd encouraged Ben to fall into it; to do what his manager wanted. He still didn't know how their friendship survived that.

Ben snapped himself out of his thoughts, knowing that was not a spiral he wanted to go down today. "Damn it."

He knew he needed to get his mind off of it. He already hated the smug look Hux was going to have on his face when he showed up and Ben was actually dressed to go out.

When he reached his bedroom, he walked over to the closet and pulled out a black v-neck and a pair of black jeans. He knew it would only take him about 10 minutes to shower and get changed. It would still leave him with the better part of two hours to do some editing before Hux came looking for him.

It wasn't unusual for him to completely lose track of time when he was editing. He'd gone days without eating or sleeping before, and despite how much he hated to admit it, it was probably a good thing he had Hux around to bother him every couple of days to make sure he was still alive. At the moment, he had 3 videos recorded waiting to be edited and compressed. He tried to keep a pretty consistent upload schedule, considering it was where most of his income came from; well, the income he felt comfortable using.

Before he realized it, Hux was barging into his apartment. "Solo, I swear if I walk into that bedroom and you aren't-"

He didn't even have time to finish his sentence before he burst into the room. Ben swiveled around in his office chair to face him. It took all of Ben's restraint not to burst out laughing at the look on Hux's face. He looked so genuinely shocked, like he assumed he was going to have to drag Ben out of his apartment to get him to go out.

"Am I dead? I must have died on my way over to your flat because you're actually dressed and ready to go out like I told you to be." Hux said. "You have your good blazer on and everything!"

Ben smirked, enjoying the reaction he was getting out of him. "Don't make me regret this decision before we even leave my apartment."

"No. No way. Come on, let's go. You're not getting out of this now." Hux replied, reaching over and pulling Ben to stand up and practically dragging him out of the apartment.

"This is going to be a loongggg night." Ben mumbled to himself as he shut and locked the door behind them.

#reylo #rey x kylo ren #ben solo #fan fic #fanfic #star wars #rey x ben

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spiltscribbles · 6 years ago

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43 for pynch please?

~Notes: Hey fam! Thanks so so much for the prompt! I wasn’t sure which list you intended by let me know if it wasn’t the right prompt love

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Ronan flies out to Cambridge on a Thursday afternoon.

It’s the middle of October, first semester of university, the place where Adam’s fighting and sweating and succeeding as always in Harvard. proving wrong some invisible force that continues to envelop him whole in ways Cabeswater could’ve only dreamed of. (Sometimes, when Ronan can’t sleep, and he’s watching the ever rigid tension seemingly woven into Adam’s shoulders, he wants to ask if that invisible force has the shape of Robert Parrish, and if Adam could ever escape that particular demon. But Ronan never asks and Adam never leads on and that’s enough most of the time.)

Stepping out onto the terminal, Ronan checks his watch— a fancy, leather banded thing with an Italian name. The exact replica he’d once seen Niall dawn. It’s just turned a quarter after three, Adam’s stuck in his lecture till at least half past four, so instead of waiting Ronan waves down a cab and gives the address to the campus.

It’s a miserably rainy New England autumn day, chilly and pouring and all the things Ronan hates.

Fuck.

It’s not even a school break or anything like that. The only reason why Ronan’s even here, and why Adam agreed to take a voluntary day off is because last week— during one of their insanely frequent Skype sessions where Adam would work on his assignments and Ronan would dick around the farm, punctured by their occasional conversations— Adam had stated, in that measured, stripped down way of his, that they were nearly reaching their one year mark.

“Fuck out here?” Ronan had balked, which in Ronan terms means he snorted with a considerably less snarl. “Who would’ve bet on that?”

“I would have,” Adam says, and fuck, Ronan fucking hates shitty technology because now instead of it just being their stupid voices Adam can see the way those simple little words have elicited an insanely embarrassing response from Ronan. Cheeks and ears infused red and pale eyes darting anywhere but at the screen, thinking that it would probably reck him if he got to see the look on Adam’s face and not be able to kiss him right then.

“Me too,” he softly confesses.

“You know Lynch,” Adam had begun with that customary, shit eating charm Ronan was much more comfortable with at this particular moment. “Most normal couples celebrate that kind of shit.”

“You saying we’re not normal Parrish? Because I take that as a fucking offense.”

“I dunno,” Adam levels him with a look through the laptop monitor, low voice transforming to a husky, Henrietta drawl. “You wanna celebrate or not?”

That had been what spurred Ronan on to buying a ticket that night, and what brought him to this hellish fortress of highfalutin academics and the bratty kids of senators and ambassadors and millionaires who think of university as merely a downtime until they can get that pretty little superlative to smack on some inconsequential resume.

Except no, this isn’t the ninth circle of hell because Adam’s here, and that makes everything pretty alright.

~*~

Adam meets Ronan at a coffee shop cusping the campus’s borders and nearly topples over his drink when he crashes his lips against Ronan’s as soon as the laws of physics would allow it— a cacophony of lips and teeth and spit that makes Ronan’s toes curl.

“Fucking settle the fuck down Parrish,” Ronan scolds with no actual heat, as if he weren’t meeting every peck with the same amount of fervency, as if his hands weren’t patting up and down his face and locking in his hair, this edge of desperate.

“Embarrassing ya?” Adam teases, nudging their noses together.

“Sorry to break it to ya lover boy, but You’re always fucking embarrassing me.”

Adam only leers, carding an appreciative hand through Ronan’s grown out locks. “Lover boy? Hah, i like that. Imma gonna have to use that.”

“I fucking dare you.”

Adam tips back his head with laughter, and Ronan decidedly stays quiet, pretends that the sound isn’t all the golden and splendid and wonderful things he’s ever known strung together, like the most beautiful instrument.

Sometimes Ronan reminds himself that no, he did not in fact dream Adam.

~*~

They do not fucking hold hands all the way to Adam’s dorm because that is totally lame and wimpy and for fucking dorky little bitches.

But if their pinkies are hooked into one another’s… Well then, who the fuck is even asking?

~*~

“I swear to God Ronan!” Adam reprimands, face set in a scowl and swatting Ronan’s hand away from where it was cupping his ass while Adam was trying to gather the last of his things to throw in his duffle.

“Hey, don’t swear to your creator prick.”

Adam just waggles his tongue at him and Ronan dips down to bite it, which then leads to Adam giving a curious tug onto Ronan’s hair, making the dreamer moan and Adam get this sharp, instinctive gleam to his eyes that always means trouble in the most spectacular of ways.

Half an hour later Ronan’s lounging lazily on Adam’s twin sized bed while the aforementioned boy is zipping up the last of his necessary belongings and cursing at him to “Get the fuck up already.”

“Alright, alright madonna, don’t put your fucking panties in a twist.”

“Pretty misogynistic smack for a dude who just had my dick up his ass like ten minutes ago.”

“Yo, I like what I like, doesn’t mean I can’t still pound the face of any fuck that tries getting at me,” Ronan sniffs, mock indignant.

Adam only snorted, letting out a dry breath that tells Ronan that he’s reluctantly amused.

“Fine whatever, you’re an enigma rapped in a contradiction,” Adam waves him off in a universally recognized shooing away motion, making Ronan role his eyes while slipping back on his boxers and jeans. “my point still holds, if you can’t say it in front of Blue, reckon you can’t say it at all.”

“What a peachy bit of advice honey dumplin,” Ronan says in a falsetto, putting on his best imitation of Adam’s accent he can.

“You. Are. A. Piece. Of. Shit.” Adam tells him between sugar cloaked kisses that taste like coffee and blueberries and the splendor of The Barns at dawn.

Collecting their things and locking up his dorm, the pair don’t make it down the hall before being accosted by another student. An objectively pretty student with long curly hair wrapped into a messy topknot, and warm dark skin, with even darker eyes that have this impossible glittering to them.

Ronan hates her right on sight.

“Adam! Oh thank God!” She crows, and Ronan most certainly does not appreciate the way it’s like she can’t help but run her eyes up and down his person before settling on his face, features going soft as she spoke to him.

“Hey Kat,” Adam greets, and Ronan is savagely proud that it’s with distinctly less enthusiasm. “whats going on?”

“Professor Gomez! I completely and totally lost the paper where i wrote all the junk he wanted for our presentations! And I’m totally wigging out because it’s too late to email him now and I haven’t started! And I don’t even remember what he even kinda wanted! Like fuck! I know he’s old but learn how to put shit online right? And I’m just such a mess and—“

Adam rises up a hand, lips quirked in an amused half smile. “Aren’t you presenting tomorrow?”

“You see my dilemma then!” She presses, big, caff like eyes pleading with him.

“I don’t know how you put yourself through so much pressure the night of.”

“We’re all not geniuses like you Parrish,” she says in what Ronan bets was meant to be a scoff, but instead came out fond and self deprecating.

“Thankfully not,” Adam winked.”Let me grab my notebook from my room, I don’t need it anymore anyhow.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She almost gushed.

“Course,” Adam says before turning slightly so that he’s only looking at Ronan, one eyed quirked in silent command for him to stay put. Ronan’s answering twist of the lips— telling him that he’s not his fucking keeper— must’ve not had the same bite behind it as intended because Adam only chuckles before elbow checking him and pivoting around back to his room.

Just as soon as he’s out of ear shot the inevitable, exceedingly awkward, silence basically collapses between Ronan and this new girl who’s distinctly apart of Adam’s life that Ronan is separated from.

Again, Ronan decidedly does not like her.

“So, ah, I’m Kat,” she tries to introduce, as if Ronan gave one singular fuck. “And you must be Adam’s boyfriend… Ronan?”

Something warm and content coils deep in Ronan’s gut at the idea that Adam’s spoken about him to his college friends, to this girl in particular. That they know of him and could probably rattle off a few superficial facts about him that Adam’s told them. It makes him feel relevant, thought about. Makes him feel like Adam misses him nearly as much Ronan does him.

But this intruder doesn’t need to see the pleasure that causes.

“No shit,” he says with venom. “What gave it away? The just got fucked hair he’s sporting or the fact his jeans are sagging enough so you can see him wearing my Calvin boxers.”

In an instant, something passes through the girl’s, Kat’s, eyes, her mouth set in a straight line and posture stiff.

“No actually, I just got a distinct, woe with me, tragic white boy with a past vibe from the little bit of descriptions Adam’s managed out, and well, you seem to fit that quite nicely.”

Ronan doesn’t mean for the huff of laughter to spill out his lips, but it does, and he may or may not hate her just a little less.

“Sorry,” she says with a grimace, falling back to a more relaxed stance. “That was rude.”

“What the fuck ever,” Ronan shrugs, snide.

“Right,” she nods, worrying on her bottom lip. “Well, ah… Adam’s doing great here.”

“Did I ask for your assessment on how’s Adam doing?”

“The way you were smiling at him before I interrupted and how you stared after his ass when he left was question enough,” Kat sniffs, and no never mind. Ronan definitely does not like her, not even slightly.

“Fuck off.”

“He’s like flourishing,” she continues, as if completely impervious to Ronan’s nasty attitude. And fuck, he’s actually worried that Sargent’s taunting might’ve been right and love has made him soft. Or maybe this chick is just made out of some hard stuff, which then of course leads to the subsequent question of how is it that Adam seems to attract the impossible to him like he’s some sort of ley line all his own.

“Pardon me if I think you saying he’s flourishing is a load of bull shit considering you’ve known’m for like a hand full of weeks. And I own a fucking farm, I know what bull shit looks like.”

She pulls a face but charges on anyways, only ducking her head ever so slightly. Ronan supposes that’s as much of a concession as he’s ever gonna get from her.

“Okay, point, that’s reasonable. But still, he’s changed, even just from that distant, aloof boy from my orientation group back in August… He’s like open up to some people in like certain ways… I mean like sure yeah it’s all really basic rudimentary stuff about’m, but like at least he’s letting people in? Yah know?”

Ronan does know, he knows probably better than anybody— even Gansey and Blue— that the one thing Adam hates is talking about himself, that he prefers the cold exterior to ever letting someone all the way in. They’re working on it, Ronan’s not exactly a walk in the fucking park either…

Ronan nods to her, nods and ignores the all too familiar gleam to her eyes and touch of color to her cheeks. He looks at her and pretends he doesn’t remember that expression looking back at him in the mirror for sophomore and junior and a good chunk of senior year too, until he realized he might’ve had a chance.

“Yeah,” he tells her, watches as she darts her gaze anywhere but at him. “I know.”

She lets loose some of the static in the air with a little cough, and Ronan is thankful for it.

“But yeah,” she continues on as if nothing had passed. “He’s a life saver, this Spanish class is way harder than they let on. I mean I know he says his Ma didn’t speak much of it at home but like you must’ve heard considering you guys went to school together. Like some of the dialect is just innate, I swear. I mean I think the ability to role your Rs is an abomination, and I’m like so jealous.”

She continues on with her nervous chatter, but Ronan doesn’t take any of it in, he’s still stuck on the bit where she made it seem as if Adam had some natural inclination to the language at hand…. As if his mother spoke it or something. And well, Ronan was never made privy to that, like ever, and he doesn’t know how he should feel about that. The fact that she, this random college friend, knew something Ronan definitely did not about the boy he’s suppose to be in relationship with.

She trails off and Ronan doesn’t need to turn around to know it’s because Adam’s finally returned.

“Stuff highlighted in yellow are the requirements, orange’s the supplemental readings that should help, and green’s extra credit.”

“Oh God! Thank you Adam!” She squawks, full of glee when she leaps into his arms. “I could totally kiss you right now, ya know if your totally ripped, completely cross boyfriend weren’t standing right here… Hah, ah that was a joke, if it wasn’t clear…” She directs that part to Ronan and he just bares his teeth at her. “Oh, okay then.

With another round of thank yous, Kat waves goodbye. “See you in class tomorrow for my inevitably amazing presentation!”

“Oh, ah actually I won’t be there. Me and Ronan are going out to the city tonight for a long weekend,” he jostles his duffle as if to prove a point and Kat instantly smiles.

“Are you telling me that Adam Parrish is taking an actual day off? Under his own free will?”

“I am,” he laughs.

“I’ll make sure to take you worthy notes then.”

“Appreciate it.”

“Can we get the fuck going before we completely miss our train?” Ronan interjects, only partially meaning it.

“You got yourself a real peach Parrish,” she harrumphs before walking off.

Adam glowers a total of three and a half minutes before dissolving into peals of laughter at a face Ronan makes at him.

“Dork.”

“Dumbass.”

The hotel suite is nice, nicer than the pictures on line lead on, and nicer than Adam would’ve ever allowed if he had any say, but Ronan’s trying to be fucking romantic or what the fuck ever, so he paid for it without telling him and he told Parrish to shove a dick down his throat when he started chiding at him for being so lavish— so not Frugal, so not him— with his money… And well.

“You taste like dick,” Ronan snarks, as cheeky as a snake can get, and Adam just throws him the bird when he leads down for another kiss.

“I’ll tell Gansey you don’t like his flavor,” Adam goads.

“Hey! What the fuck did I say about bringing up Gansey or any of them when our dicks are touching?”

“Huh, I dunno?” Adam blinks, faux owlish. God, Ronan’s in love with such a sarcastic asshole.

“I hate you and this is over.” Ronan tells him, matter of fact.

“Sounds reasonable,” Adam says, unimpressed while he gets up. The dim light of the room caresses the soft lines and flat planes of his beautiful face, skirts across the dips and valleys of his shoulders and stomach muscles and brings out the specs of gold in his hair. Ronan thinks back to earlier that day when Adam had teasingly called him an enigma, and silently laughs to himself, because Adam knows him. Adam knows the gears and slings that operate in his body and the staples of his life that sing in his soul. The memory of his parents, Matthew— reluctantly Declan too— The Barns, Adam himself.

Adam knows all the intimate bits that string Ronan together but sometimes Ronan wonders if it’ll ever be a mutual trade.

Adam’s always been beautiful to him, like a favorite piece of art that you can’t quite make out behind all the shadows, but now Ronan thinks that he’s also just as riddling as some of those posh paintings that hang up in places like The Whitney, the ones that Niall always pointed out in wonderment when he took his boys during their frequent family trips to New York City. Yes, Ronan thinks Niall would’ve been very much intrigued by Adam if they had ever met.

Swallowing down a lump he can feel start to form, Ronan breathes in before speaking, afraid that his voice might crack like some fucking ballerina.

“That Kat chick is fucking annoying.” Is what he decides to blurt out.

“She’s not so bad once you get to know her,” Adam admonishes, redressing into a pair of Ronan’s slightly too long sweats. “She’s ambitious though, already the secretary to the Black Student Union and is running for a senate seat for student government.”

“well la-di-da,” Ronan snarls, derisive.

“Someone’s sour after a phenomenal BJ, if I do say so myself,” Adam counters, picking up the clicker and flipping on CNN to the muted tv.

There’s a thousand thoughts warring inside of Ronan’s head right now. Cursing at Adam and just moving on with the conversation and their weekend. Cursing at Adam and staying in his admittedly foul mood. Asking Adam just how many of these impossibly pretty, impossibly bright college kids are flirting with him while he stays oblivious. Asking him if he regrets having a ball and chain back in Henrietta. But what eventually clammers out his throat in a burning fury and pours from his lips is something that’s been nagging at him all fucking night long.

“I didn’t know your mom spoke Spanish?”

Adam turns around to him, lips pinched and brows furrowed, probably trying to parse out why Ronan sounds so peeved off.

“Ah yeah, I mean like her whole family’s from Mexico, she grew up speaking it.”

“Didn’t know she was Mexican either,” Ronan very nearly barks, hates how this suddenly feels like a betrayal. “So what you’re half Mexican and half…”

Adam’s face goes blank, and Ronan knows he’s annoyed him, truly, now.

“I dunno what the fuck Robert was, a bunch of different white trash shit. Why do you care?”

“You know my fucking heritage.”

“Niall’s a hundred percent Irish, and your ma is hundred percent dream, it isn’t that hard to explain.”

“And yet you couldn’t explain that your mom was Mexican.”

“You couldn’t guess from a name like Claudia Flores?”

“So what, her fucking name is hispanic, how am I suppose to pick out from which exact country or if she actually spoke it.” Ronan doesn’t know how to be any more clear about this.

“I don’t know why you’re so mad? What is the big deal here?”

“You’re fucking college girlfriend knew and I didn’t?” Ronan finally says, feels the piercing in his chest begin to dissipate at the light of understanding starting to come over Adam’s face.

“You are such a fucking idiot.” He tells him, astonished.

“Real nice prick,” Ronan scrambles off the bed, hates how vulnerable he is just lying there. “Just go fuck off.”

But before Ronan could storm into the bathroom he feels Adam’s hand— long fingers and rough edges— circling around his wrist, gentle, like a question.

“Ronan you’re an idiot because you seem not to understand just how much I fucking love you.”

Ronan stays facing the door, refuses to show Adam what kind of an effect he has on him, how his face goes blotchy and throat feels like it’s constricting.

“Fuck off Parrish,” Ronan repeats, though it’s in a much quieter tone.

“I don’t know how to convince you to the truth,” Adam continues to speak as if Ronan hadn’t interrupted, tugging on him so he turns around and they’re face to face, blue eyes boring into blue. “I’m in love with you, I think I was in love with you before I knew even I could actually feel it…. That I wasn’t my father and that I actually got to have you. You’re amazing Ronan, you’re everything.”

Adam breathes out, like he’s marveling at him, and Ronan can barely handle the wonderment in his eyes, the way he’s holding and gazing at Ronan like he’s something fragile, something precious. Something he’s in love with.

“Whatever,” Ronan finally huffs out before snaking his arms around Adam’s still naked torso and kissing him to an inch of his life.

“I love you too,” Ronan eventually says once they’re back in bed, and his head is propped on Adam’s chest where he can hear the fluttering of his heartbeat, and Adam’s tracing small circles on his back.

He doesn’t think either of them really understands how much the other feels in it’s entirety, but he’s ready to spend an eon to try.

#Adam Parrish #Ronan Lynch #Pynch #The raven cycle #Spilled ink #there's a Hamilton reference begs of course there is #first to notice gets a cookie #SPILT INK

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Gorgeous (Branjie) -MissChimKi

Summary: Brooke and Vanjie meet on a night out. Vanjie thinks Brooke is the most gorgeous person she’s ever met and the feeling is mutual. The problem? Vanjie has a boyfriend and the attraction can only lead to trouble.

Finally jumped onto the Branjie train. This was originally supposed to be open ended but then the smut happened so enjoy! Shoutout to Alexandria and Ace for betaing this! It takes a village y'all so thank you!

“You should come, it’ll be a lot of fun,” Nina encouraged her for like the fourth time that week.

Vanjie was sure it would be fun. It was a night out with Nina and a few other friends, but she still felt a little like she was crashing. It was Brooke Lynn’s birthday, and while Vanjie was friends with Nina and some of the others going, she had never actually met Brooke.

It was strange, seeing as they had so many mutual friends and everyone had said that they would get along, but schedules had never aligned for them to be out on the same outings.

Vanjie sighed, “You’re not gonna stop pestering me on this are you?”

Nina shook her head, “Of course not, so you should really just cave and agree to come.”

“I guess,” she finally gave in, “I’ll check with John if he wants to come too.”

Nina had a look on her face but she didn’t say anything. Vanjie of course called her out on it, “Girl what’s the stank face over there for.”

“Well you already know that he’s not gonna want to come,” Nina told her truthfully, “You hardly ever see him at this point and whenever you bring him up you’re complaining about how boring he is or you’re just forgetting about him entirely.”

Vanjie knew that Nina had a point, but she didn’t know the full story so it wasn’t really her place to decide what was right for her, “I know you have my best interests in mind and all, but you have to trust that I know what I’m doing.” She didn’t of course, but she had to come across like she did in order for Nina to drop it.

“Whatever you say.” The look on Nina’s face told her that she wasn’t buying it, but she changed the subject anyway, “I’m glad you’re going to come! It’ll be so fun having everyone together for once.”

Vanjie nodded in agreement, “Yeah it’ll be nice to see everyone. I don’t have to bring a gift or anything do I because I have no idea what I would even bring.”

Nina shook her head, “A few of us are getting together beforehand and that will be the gift exchange time, so if you just buy her a drink at the club it’ll be more than enough.”

Vanjie smiled, “Okay cool. I guess I’ll see you tonight then,” she picked up their trash and walked to throw it away. They had been working at the same company for years and had taken to eating lunch together and talking shit about the other people they worked with. Working with Nina was always a blast. She brightened up the room and was great to talk to, but she still got the job done.

They headed back to the office, taking their time before parting ways to go to their desks to finish their work for the day. Nina was leaving early that day to get everything ready for the night, but for Vanjie it was business as usual. She chatted with Akeria and Rajah as she worked. Both of them would be going out that night too, so she would have them to talk to as well.

It’s not like Vanjie had any trouble with being around new people. She had always been extremely extroverted and outgoing and was typically the loudest in the room. That had gotten her into some trouble at times, but usually it worked out in her favor. She knew she would have fun that night, but she didn’t want to take any of the spotlight from Brooke Lynn seeing as it was her party, so she vowed to be on her best behavior and not drink too much.

Work slowly came to an end and she packed up for the day and walked out to her car to head home. She dialed John to see if he wanted to do something for dinner and then possibly go out with her that night. She put the phone on speaker before driving off.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” he greeted after a few rings.

“Nothing much,” she replied, “just getting off work and wanted to see what you were up to.”

“Just making some dinner. I’ll probably head out to the bar to watch the game tonight. You’re welcome to join,” he offered.

That was the thing. He only offered for her to come to outings he knew she had absolutely no interest in, “Actually Nina invited me out for her friends birthday. I was gonna see if you wanted to come to that with me.”

“As fun as that sounds, I’m going to have to pass,” he told her, “Have fun on your little girls night though.”

She sighed, “Yeah I will.”

“Drive safe,” he encouraged, “Bye.”

“Bye,” she returned the sentiment before hanging up. She really didn’t know why she was still hanging on to him. The problem was that she didn’t have a real reason to break up with him. He was fine, but she was bored of it. She typically tried to get out of spending time with him and his annoying friends, so she couldn’t be surprised when he did the same.

He was safe though, and easy, and Vanjie had always had problems with getting bored in relationships and leaving without a trace. She didn’t want to continue doing that and she figured she could stick it out with him for a little bit longer. At least until she found something better.

The night wore on. She made dinner, watched some Netflix and eventually dragged herself off the couch to get ready. She really just had to touch up her makeup from the day and curl her hair. Nina had been updating her to let her know when they were going to go to the club. They were apparently on their way, but Vanjie liked to be fashionably late. She took her time curling her hair and applying a deep red lipstick.

Once she decided she was ready, she called an uber and waited for it to arrive. The ride to the club was pleasant. The driver was a little chatty, but not rude or creepy, so she took it as a win. There was a small line that had already formed outside the club, so she knew it would be poppin when she got in.

She waited in line and exchanged compliments with the group of young girls in front of her. 26 wasn’t old by any means, but sometimes she longed for those younger years when she had absolutely no control or limits and just lived her life freely. Eventually, she made her way into the club and went straight to the bar to get a drink before scouting out the other girls. She knew they would already be a little tipsy so she needed to catch up. She ordered her usual vodka cranberry and maneuvered her way through the crowds of people to the corner table that she had spotted her friends at.

Nina’s face lit up when she saw her, and she immediately got up to wrap her in a hug. “Hey I’m so glad you came,” she greeted excitedly.

Vanessa greeted all of her other friends and let herself be introduced to all the new faces. She doubted she would remember all of them by the end of the night, but she smiled and greeted them nonetheless. She got to Brooke Lynn at the end of the line who was giving her a genuine smile.

Vanjie knew she had a flair for dramatics, but it was no exaggeration to say that Brooke was one of the most gorgeous people she’d ever met. Vanjie could not get over how good she looked and had to calm herself when Brooke pulled her in for an unexpected hug. She returned the hug only slightly awkwardly.

“It’s great to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much about you,” Brooke gushed.

Vanjie could tell that Brooke was clearly the most drunk out of the group, as she should be. She knew that Brooke was from Canada, but she hadn’t realized how much her accent wold come out when she was drunk.

“I’ve heard a lot aboot you too,” Vanjie couldn’t help herself. Maybe it was just the intimidation from being around Brooke, but she couldn’t help but mock the blonde’s accent.

Brooke rolled her eyes but kept a poised smile on her lips, “Wow I’ve never heard that one before,” she joked.

Vanjie gave her a tight smile before heading down to the other end of the table to be near Akeria and Rajah. She wanted to kick herself for mocking Brooke Lynn right off the bat. What a terrible way to make a first impression. She hoped Brooke was drunk enough to forget about it, or at least would’t hold it against her later.

A girl who looked like a real life bratz doll brought shots for the whole table, cheering excitedly when everyone took theirs. Vanjie took hers quickly, then joined in as everyone began chanting for Brooke to take hers. She watched intently as the blonde threw back the shot. Vanjie watched as she scrunched her nose at the taste but still kept her poise. She was baffled by how perfect this girl seemed to be and she just couldn’t tear her eyes away.

An Ariana Grande song came on, and the girl with a high pony similar to the singer in question squealed and pulled Brooke up to the dance floor. A few of the others got up to join them, but Vanjie stayed to chat with Akeria, who hadn’t made a move to join in on the dancing.

Akeria was talking about something to do with work, which Vanjie had absolutely no interest in. Not that she would usually have an interest in talking about work, but especially not when she couldn’t take her eyes off the way Brooke Lynn was dancing. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had known Brooke was a dancer, but seeing it in action was a whole different story.

Even drunk and just goofing off with her friends, she was mesmerizing. Vanjie felt her mouth go dry, watching the way Brooke grinded on her friend was making Vanjie feel some type of way, and she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

She heard Akeria clear her throat and turned her attention back to her, “See something you like?” Akeria asked with a pointed tone.

Vanjie looked away, trying not to appear too obvious, “Sorry, I was just zoned out for a second there,” she hoped Akeria would buy it, but from the look on her face, she didn’t seem to.

“I see you looking over there at Miss Brooke, and you’ve got those ‘fuck me’ eyes, so I don’t know what you think you’re trying to hide,” Akeria pressed more.

Vanjie rolled her eyes and shook her head, “There’s nothing to hide, I have a boyfriend and I don’t even know Brooke. I just got distracted for a moment,” she told her firmly, hoping to convey truthfulness even though she didn’t quite buy what she was saying.

It was true though, she had a boyfriend. She most definitely shouldn’t be viewing Brooke Lynn that way, especially after only exchanging a few words with her. She had to shake those thoughts from her mind before they got the better of her.

“Whatever you say girl,” Akeria finished off her drink and announced she was going to get another. She asked if Vanjie wanted to join her, but she shook her head.

“Nah, I’ll just hang here,” she settled down into her seat and watched Akeria disappear towards the bar.

Brooke was still dancing in a way that should be illegal, and Vanjie had to do something to distract herself from watching, so she ended up talking with one of Brooke’s friends Honey. Honey was sweet and seemed genuine. Vanjie hadn’t realized how much she’d been missing out on all of these group outings. She only knew a handful of the girls there but it seemed like they all knew each other.

Honey filled her in a little on how they knew each other. Vanjie already knew that Nina and Brooke met in college, but apparently that’s how some of the other girls met her too. The others worked with her. They were all connected in a way that Vanjie wasn’t, and she wished there was someone else there that was in the same boat as she was. Or at least that one of the people she actually knew would keep her company.

Honey excused herself to use the restroom, leaving Vanjie completely alone. It was strange for her, but she didn’t have much time to dwell on it as Brooke Lynn seemed to be taking a break from dancing and heading straight towards her.

Vanjie looked away quickly and was lucky her gaze landed on Nina, who was chatting with Rajah. She quickly made her way over to them, feeling like her only way to deal with the whole Brooke situation was to just avoid her as much as she could. It didn’t hurt to look of course, but she didn’t want to push it too far. She missed Brooke’s confused and a little hurt look as she walked over to Nina.

Nina smiled her greeting as Vanjie made her way towards them. “Miss Vanjie, I’m surprised you’re not out there showing all the drunk girls how to dance,” Nina commented.

Vanjie shrugged, “I gotta get on their level before I can really show off.”

“And you’re gonna do that by sipping the same drink all night?” Rajah flicked her glass knowingly.

“Don’t pressure her Rajah, let her do what she wants,” Nina scolded with no real malice to her words.

Rajah rolled her eyes, “Whatever, I’m going to get another drink, and I’m bringing something strong back for Vanjie too.”

“You know I love free drinks girl,” Vanjie encouraged her as she walked off to the bar.

“So how are you getting on with everyone,” Nina gently nudged her side.

“The people I’ve talked to seem chill. I don’t know these girls names for shit but I’m sure they’re fine,” Vanjie joked.

“Yeah I don’t know most of them too well. A lot of them are Brooke’s friends. Have you had the chance to talk to her at all? I think you two will really hit it off. We all talk about you so much I know she’s been eager to meet you,” Nina explained to her.

Vanjie had definitely felt the same way. Brooke Lynn had come up frequently in conversations and it always left Vanjie wanting to meet the mysterious girl but now that she had there was a part of her that wished Brooke had just remained Nina’s anonymous friend.

Brooke was exactly the kind of girl she would go for, and she had a hunch that Nina knew that. Tall, blonde, gorgeous body and a dancer. She was definitely a goddess and if it weren’t for John, she would surely go for it, but talking to Brooke even casually was treading dangerous waters. She’d never been so attracted to someone on first glance, but Brooke had caught her eye and was threatening to hold that gaze forever if Vanjie didn’t have the willpower to look away.

“I haven’t had the chance to talk to her yet. She’s probably enjoying her birthday with all of her friends. I don’t want to intrude too much,” Vanjie tried to play it off. Nina absolutely did not need to know that she had any interest in Brooke. She would never let Vanjie hear the end of it.

“Did someone summon me,” Brooke popped up behind them and gave Vanjie’s shoulder a light squeeze before cuddling into Nina and resting her head basically on Nina’ boob.

“Is that a comfy pillow?” Vanjie teased. Why was it so hard to talk to Brooke without mocking her a little bit? She needed to bite her tongue and tone it down a lot.

Brooke snuggled in more, “You know it,” she smiled, “Thanks for coming girl. I know you don’t really know me, but hopefully that’ll change soon,” she told Vanjie.

Vanjie gave her a smile, “Of course,” she agreed half-heartedly. It’s not that she didn’t want to be friends with Brooke, but also it was kind of that. She didn’t just want to just be friends and couldn’t imagine spending a lot of time together without making a move.

Brooke was about to say something before a loud voice came and interrupted their conversation, “Big Silk in the house,” the loud woman busted into their conversation. “Happy birthday Miss Brooke,” she greeted Brooke Lynn with a huge hug, then pulled Nina in for one as well.

“Vanjie this is Silky, Silky this is Vanjie, we work together,” Nina introduced them.

“What kinda name is Vanjie?” she asked laughing.

“It’s a nickname, my actual name is Vanessa, but everyone always called me Banjie and my mom couldn’t say it, so Vanjie became a thing,” she explained.

Silky had already moved on to the next thing, which was Rajah finally coming back with drinks. She passed one off to Vanjie before greeting Silky, “Oh shit Silky’s here. Now it’s about to get messy,” Rajah joked earning a smack from Silky.

“No, it just means the party is about to start,” Silky announced, “And I love this song, so we’re gonna go dance,” She grabbed Nina and Brooke’s hands before dragging them to the dance floor. Rajah shrugged and followed them leaving Vanjie alone once again.

On one hand she could go dance with the rest of them, or she could sip her drink by herself and not watch Brooke dance. Though neither seemed too likely, but she didn’t want to be alone, so she made her way to the dance floor, intentionally keeping distance from Brooke and focusing on dancing with Nina.

Silky seemed to be having the time of her life. Twerking on everyone and even lifting Brooke up at one point. Vanjie had never met someone so loud and boisterous, but it was kind of contagious and she let Silky grind on her and have a good time. She had some moves of her own and had the rest of the girls cheering her on. It was a lot of fun actually. As long as she stayed away from Brooke Lynn and didn’t get caught up in watching her dance, she wouldn’t have any problems.

After a few songs, she and a few other girls made their way to the bar to grab more drinks and take a breather. She was reaching a good level where she was still in control but generally more pleasant and happy, and she wanted to keep herself there.

She took a seat with two girls she didn’t know the names of. They were pretty wrapped up in their own conversation and she didn’t bother trying to understand. She just sipped her drink and people-watched. Nina and Silky were still dancing, but she didn’t spot anyone else. Namely Brooke, who she knew she shouldn’t be seeking out but was anyways.

Just as she was about to give up on looking, the woman in question popped up next to her. It was like she had some kind of sixth sense for when Vanjie was thinking about her, which to be fair, was this whole night.

“Hey girl, want some company?” she took a seat beside Vanjie without waiting for a response.

“Shouldn’t you be out there dancing?” Vanjie hoped to urge her back onto the dancefloor.

Brooke Lynn shrugged, “I wanted a break, and I haven’t gotten the chance to chat with you at all tonight, so here I am.” She was leaning in close in order for Vanjie to hear her. With the club buzzing around them, it was certainly hard to have a conversation and she hoped that could be used to her advantage.

“So how’s your party going so far? You having a good time?” she asked.

Brooke shrugged, looking a little bored, maybe that was just her resting bitch face though, “It’s fine. I could be having more fun but maybe later,” her gaze held a little too long with Vanjie’s as her punctuation, “how about you? You seem distant,” she seemed to choose the word carefully.

“Yeah, I guess I don’t know many people here,” she explained.

Brooke leaned in closer, as if she couldn’t hear Vanjie. Maybe she couldn’t but Vanjie doubted it, she was a loud bitch. “We should change that, let me give you the inside scoop on everyone.”

Vanjie nodded, “Alright girl, give me the tea.”

Brooke giggled before pointing to Nina and Silky on the dance floor, “They got dared to kiss at a party last year, and since then there’s been an awkward tension between them. We all thought it was hilarious. Nina wanted to wash her mouth out with soap, but it seems like they’re getting over it, so that’s good.”

“Oh god, I would have loved to see that,” Vanjie laughed.

“It was a fun party,” Brooke seemed to be reminiscing on the memories before getting back on track, “Scarlet and Yvie over there have been on this little friends with benefits thing for a few months though. Scarlet still claims to be straight, or maybe just bi curious now, and Yvie says it’s just because it’s an easy and good lay. Both are waiting for the other to actually do anything, but they’re both way too stubborn to be the one who does anything.”

Vanjie’s eyes went to the two girls whispering and laughing in the dark corner. The chemistry between them was pretty undeniable. She had assumed they were dating at first glance, “Seems like they need a push in the right direction.”

“Oh no, they would hate anyone meddling, it would make things a lot worse,” Brooke shook her head.

“They don’t know me though, or know that I know anything,” Vanjie winked.

Brooke rolled her eyes and playfully hit Vanjie’s shoulder, “You’re wild girl Let them deal with their shit on their own, it’s not worth it.”

Vanjie raised a brow, “What, you hate true love?” she teased.

“Yes I despise it,” Brooke Lynn agreed in a slightly serious tone. Vanjie shouldn’t explore it more, but she couldn’t help herself.

“It’s too bad, it can be pretty fun,” she gave Brooke a gentle smile.

“There’s more fun things, I’m sure,” Brooke gave her a coy smile and Vanjie really felt like she’d entered the danger zone.

Brooke was definitely coming on to her and Vanjie wanted more than anything to return the sentiment. She had always been a flirt, but there was a line and she knew She shouldn’t cross it, no matter how tempting it was.

So she cleared her throat and pulled back a little, “That’s what my boyfriend thinks anyways.” At least that was out in the open so maybe she could feel a little less guilty about whatever was going on between her and Brooke.

Brooke appeared to be caught off guard, she took a moment to compose herself before returning to the conversation, “And where is this mysterious boyfriend?” Brooke challenged.

“I don’t know. Probably off at some bar doing whatever guys do. Watching the game maybe? He told me he wanted me to have a fun girl’s night, so here I am,” Vanjie explained, hating how it sounded as it came out of her mouth.

Brooke didn’t seem to be impressed either, “You should do that then. I’m going to get another drink and then get back to dancing. Join if you want.” And with that Brooke was gone again. Vanjie didn’t even try not to look at the deliberate swing of Brooke’s hips as she walked to the bar. She didn’t really know what Brooke expected to get out of this, or even her own expectations, but finding out was extremely tempting.

She needed to regroup for a moment though and not indulge in her fantasies. She finished her drink slowly and went to the bar to get a water. She needed to be level headed for the rest of the night.

Brooke had gone back to the dance floor and was dancing with ponytail girl again. Still too scandalous and tempting, but now she seemed like she had an aim. The song playing and the swing of Brooke’s hips didn’t help Vanjie at all. Even sipping on the water, her throat was dry.

‘Break up with your girlfriend, cuz I’m bored.’

Brook Lynn’s lips moved to the song as she locked eyes with Vanjie. Her body slowly grinding to the beat against her friend. Vanjie wanted to laugh at the irony of the song, but she was too entranced to think of anything other than Brooke’s body pressed against her own.

Brooke kept her gaze as the song went on. It felt like a dare, and Vanjie couldn’t resist. Eventually she gave in to the pull and her feet found their way to the dance floor. Brooke was playing it coy and kept dancing with her friend barely acknowledging that Vanjie had joined their little circle.

Luckily, the ponytail girl pulled her in and she took advantage of the moment, pressing up against her and moving in time to the new song that was playing. She kept her moves deliberate and a little saucy. She could feel Brooke’s eyes on her and it only motivated her.

Eventually she looked up to see Brooke watching intently. She smirked as if to say ‘two can play that game.’ Brooke apparently had had enough though and moved in, placing her hands on Vanjie’s hips and matching her rhythm.

Vanjie ate up the attention, turning around and rubbing her ass against Brooke in a way that was definitely more than playful. Brooke was not holding back on her part either. Her hands claiming space on Vanjie’s body and swaying perfectly in time. Vanjie had to admit that they fit well together. It was definitely wrong, but it left her feeling electrified and she wanted more, even if it wasn’t wise.

She turned around to face Brooke again, which was a bad idea. Her pupils were dark, and she was watching Vanjie intently, not wanting to miss a single movement. Even after dancing all night, her hair was still perfect and her makeup was not smudged at all. Vanjie wondered what it would be like to watch her come undone. To let go of this perfect face she put on for the world and to come apart just for Vanjie. She was about to throw caution to the wind before a familiar figure danced in between them. It was Nina and she did not look thrilled with Vanjie.

She didn’t look happy with Brooke either and Vanjie took her moment to try to escape Nina’s wrath. She would try to let Brooke deal with it first, and hopefully she would get the toned down version of it, even though she was the one who was the main problem.

As expected, Nina followed her to the table looking fully pressed. Vanjie tried her best to play innocent even though she knew Nina would see right through it.

“So what was that?” Nina jumped right to the point.

“What do you mean, I was just dancing,” Vanjie fluttered her lashes.

Nina put her hands on her hips, “Don’t even try to fool me I saw that. It was definitely going somewhere. Did you forget you’re in a public club? Oh, and also that you have a boyfriend?”

Vanjie sighed, they were doing this now then, “I know. I know your gonna lecture me about how bad of a person I am, but can you just hear me out for a minute?”

Nina looked like she had very little patience, but she still gestured for Vanjie to continue. “John is just so boring. Like every time I’m with him it’s agonizing because I’d always rather be anywhere else. There’s just no connection. I haven’t had an orgasm in months, and the only reason he got me off in the beginning was because it had been so long. I’ve been dancing around it for too long, I know, but it was just easier that way.”

Nina sighed, “I’ve been telling you to break up with him for a long time now, you know? He’s never made you happy and I get that, but that doesn’t excuse cheating. While you’re sleeping with someone else, he’s at home waiting for you.”

“Okay he’s definitely not waiting for me. He’s probably still at the sports bar or whatever. We hardly see each other, so it’s not like I’m leaving here to go be with him,” she tried to justify it.

“Break up with him then. I really don’t care what you do, or who you do for that matter, but cheating is not something I’ll ever condone.” Vanjie wasn’t surprised. Nina had always been the mom friend, looking out for everyone else. Even if it was a little invasive at times, she always had everyone’s best interest in mind.

“I wasn’t going to do anything, I was just having a little fun,” Vanjie caved.

“But you are attracted to Brooke?” Nina challenged.

Vanjie rolled her eyes, “Obviously. Have you seen her? The bitch is perfect.”

Nina smiled slightly, “I knew you would get on with her. That’s another reason why I was trying so hard to get you to end it with John.”

Vanjie smirked, “Ah, so she had ulterior motives.”

Nina shoved her lightly, “I just want to see my friends happy and making good decisions. Is that so wrong?”

“You’re all on me, but it takes two to tango. Brooke knows I have a boyfriend, so what makes you think she’s gonna even go for me.”

Nina gave her a ‘really’ look, “She didn’t just want to meet you because we all talk about you a lot. She’s had a little bit of a thing for you for a while now. You’re exactly her type apparently,” she explained.

Vanjie’s smile grew wide, “So she’s definitely interested then?”

Nina shook her head, “That’s not the point. Did you forget about everything we just talked about? Just chill tonight and break up with your boring boyfriend, then take her out or whatever.”

“I mean I’m going to break up with him no matter what so it seems like a moot point,” Vanjie argued.

Nina threw her hands up in the air with a dramatic huff, “You know what, dig your own grave if you want but I’m not going to give you the shovel.” She gave Vanjie another meaningful look before walking away. It was up to Vanjie now and decisions had never been her strong suit.

Luckily, Brooke was nowhere in sight. Maybe it was for the best if she just left. Part of her still wanted to say goodbye though. Maybe just let it be Brooke’s decision. She sighed and headed to the restroom to clear her head. There were a few drunk giggling girls walking out as she walked in and she had to shove her way around them a little bit.

She eyed herself in the mirror, surprised by how intact she still looked. She pulled out her lipstick to touch it up when a familiar face stumbled into the restroom. Of course Brooke would turn up exactly where Vanjie didn’t need her to be.

“Hey,” Vanjie greeted softly.

“Hey,” Brooke returned, light smile on her lips, “I love that shade on you, it’s really pretty.”

Vanjie smiled, “Thanks, it’s my favorite.”

“Mmm,” Brooke agreed, “Red is definitely your color.”

Brooke seemed slightly tipsy still but more tired than anything. It was probably best that they both called it a night. “Yeah, I’m not sure why I’m even touching it up, it’s getting late and I think I’m gonna head out,” she announced.

Brooke nodded in agreement, “That sounds really nice actually. I’m pretty worn out. I just want to go home and snuggle up with my cats.”

Vanjie smiled, of course she had cats. “That sounds nice.”

“It does,” Brooke locked eyes with her again, this time even more intense than on the dance floor, “You can come along with me if you want.”

And there was the offer. Vanjie knew that the smart and safe option was to say no, but she had never liked playing it safe. So she nodded, “yeah okay,” she agreed.

Brooke seemed a little shocked but she snapped out of it quickly and grabbed Vanjie’s hand, leading her out of the bathroom and through the club. Vanjie knew there would be consequences, but she didn’t care anymore. Not when Brooke’s hand was in hers and the promise of a good night was in store. She ignored the disapproving looks from Nina as they said goodbye to the rest of the group and just let herself be pulled along for the ride.

Brooke called an uber once they were outside the club. Vanjie still had time to change her mind, but she didn’t think she wanted to. There was an awkward silence as they waited and a heavy tension in the air. The uber came eventually and they both got in the back seat.

The ride to Brooke’s was quiet. Vanjie made sure to keep her eyes and hands off Brooke until they got there. She didn’t know what she would do if their eyes met. She could feel Brooke’s stare on her as they ride in silence. She felt a hand intertwine with hers and in the darkness of the car, she let it happen, doing her best to ignore Brooke’s smile out of the corner of her eye.

Finally, they got to Brooke’s apartment, and they thanked the driver as they headed to the door. Vanjie’s head was foggy, but not from the drinks. She was pretty much sober at this point and her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest. Was she really going to do this? Brooke didn’t fumble with the key as she unlocked the door, which was another good sign. Two clear heads still making bad decisions, but it was better than the alternative.

Brooke Lynn turned to her, “So welcome to my apartment. Do you want a beer or something to drink?” she asked politely like they both didn’t know what they were there for.

“Not really, thanks though,” she responded awkwardly, wondering again why she was there.

“Good, I didn’t want them to go to waste anyways,” Brooke smiled and pressed in closer, backing Vanjie into the wall. She paused for a second like Vanjie was going to tell her to stop. They were definitely at the point of no return now, and Vanjie leaned up to meet Brooke halfway.

Their lips fit together easily, and all thoughts of wrongdoing vanished from her mind, well most at least. She had no problem letting Brooke take control of the kiss since that seemed to be what she wanted. She let herself be backed against the wall. Brooke was pressed tight against her, crowding her space and cupping her face with her hands.

There was a certain urgency to the kiss. A now or never mentality that was looming over both of them. Vanjie let go of her inhibitions and pressed back with the same intensity and urgency that Brooke was giving her, surprising Brooke a little in the process.

Vanjie’s hands travelled down Brooke’s back to cup her ass gently and give it a slight squeeze, earning a little squeak from the taller girl. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a kiss this good. It certainly hadn’t been like that with John. She couldn’t think about him anymore though. If she was going to go through with it, she had to keep him from her mind.

She’d also forgotten how much she loved being with girls. There was a smoothness and sensuality that came with being with them that had never come to her as easily with boys,and Brooke was a whole different thing entirely from other girls she’d been with. Most people had a height advantage on her so that was nothing new, but Brooke Lynn had a passion she’d never experienced before. She loved the rush it gave her and she wanted more.

Brooke pulled away slightly and Vanjie tried to chase her lips with her own, causing Brooke to giggle a little before moving her lips down to Vanjie’s neck and sucking lightly. Vanjie let out a whimper at the sensation as her hands reached up to tangle in Brooke’s hair, partially hoping to dishevel it slightly.

Brooke seemed to like the tug so Vanjie kept with it, pulling harder as Brooke nipped at her neck. Vanjie pulled Brooke up and their lips crashed together again, hungry and greedy. Vanjie wanted more still. Wanted to touch every inch of Brooke, leave her mark and be remembered.

After kissing against the wall for a while, Vanjie decided she’d much rather have a change of scenery. She pulled away to speak, “Do you have a bedroom, or are you just gonna fuck me against the wall.”

“Classy,” Brooke chirped back, twirling a strand of Vanjie’s hair around her finger. Her lips were smudged red from Vanjie’s lipstick and she kinda loved it, though it meant her own was probably badly smudged too.

“Nothing about this is classy,” Vanjie pointed out.

“True,” Brooke said, seeming hesitant about it all the sudden. She didn’t pull away though, instead she pulled Vanjie in again for a quick kiss. “My room’s this way,” she pulled Vanjie down a still dark hallway.

There was a strangled meow and a curse from Brooke as she tripped over a cat laying in the hallway. Vanjie’s laugh bounced off the walls as Brooke tried to apologize to the cat, only making Vanjie cackle even louder. They finally reached Brooke’s room at the end of the hallway and she flicked the light on, shooing her other cat out of the room before shutting the door.

“Crazy cat lady? A little bit of a mood killer, “Vanjie joked.

Brooke rolled her eyes and grabbed her waist to pull her in closer, locking eyes and raising a brow, “Is it really?”

Vanjie shook her head and bit her lip, “It’s actually kinda endearing.”

“Let’s not talk about my cats,” Brooke suggested, bending down to pepper her neck with kisses once more.

“Right because you’re only interested in one type of-,” Brooke’s lips caught hers again before she could finish her sentence, kissing her for a moment before pulling back, “-pussy,” Vanjie finished with a smirk.

Brooke gave her a look, “I might not be after that.”

“Well you already brought me all the way here and you’re still looking at me like you want it,” Vanjie countered.

“What happened to the quiet and shy Vanjie from the bar?” Brooke wondered playfully.

Vanjie smiled, “She realized she could get some either way and didn’t have to pretend.”

“You’re infuriating,” Brooke told her, but still pulled her in for another kiss.

“You love it,” Vanjie replied between kisses which were getting more intense with each passing second. Vanjie let her dominant side take some control as she pushed Brooke towards the bed. Brooke went easily, sitting down while Vanjie climbed on top of her. One hand cupped her face while the other reached for Vanjie’s zipper, sliding it down slowly. Vanjie kept the kiss going as she pulled her arms from the sleeves, letting it fall around her waist and leaving her in her bra.

Brooke’s hands ran down her sides, grabbing her waist and sending chills down her spine. Brooke broke the kiss and went down to her neck again. Vanjie tilted her head back to give her easier access. Her lips dipped lower, kissing around her cleavage and Vanjie reached her hands back to unclasp her bra, giving Brooke full access.

Brooke smiled as she pressed another kiss to Vanjie’s chest, “You’re beautiful,” she said honestly, cupping her breasts in her hands.

Vanjie bit her lip and took in a sharp breath as Brooke took one nipple in her mouth, working the other gently between her fingers. She didn’t waste any time, her tongue swirling around the delicate tip. Vanjie couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her lips. Her hands went to Brooke’s hair. Weaving her fingers through the short wavy locks. Tugging slightly at every good sensation.

Brooke’s hand moved between to Vanjie’s inner thigh. Heat was radiating off both their bodies and Vanjie’s head was spinning with the anticipation of what was about to come. Brooke’s finger’s lightly scraped across her panties, teasing her slightly. Vanjie decided she’d had enough of it and pushed Brooke down onto the bed.

“Let me give you your birthday present,” she purred, crawling on top of the blonde to give her a sweet kiss.

Brooke Lynn nodded eagerly, wrapping her legs around Vanjie’s hips to keep her close, and pulled her in for a longer kiss. This time Vanjie pulled back to kiss her neck, nipping slightly and testing the waters. Brooke had a hand tangled in her hair and one on the small of her back. Her breathing had gotten heavier as Vanjie sucked her neck gently.

She moved down Brooke’s body, pressing kisses to the fabric of the dress before reaching the hem and pulling it up. Brooke’s red lacey panties told her everything she needed to know about what Brooke had wanted out of this night, and she wanted to make sure to give her exactly that.

She pressed a kiss to Brooke’s inner thigh and heard her breath hitch. Moving closer to her pussy and peppering kisses along the way, but she stopped just short of what the blonde wanted, keeping her a little on edge.

“Please, Vanjie. Fuck, I just need you now,” Brooke pleaded, pupils dark and lips swollen. Vanjie couldn’t deny her any longer. She pulled Brooke’s panties down her long legs before tossing them on the floor.

“You’re so gorgeous like this Brooke. So needy and demanding, and I’m the only one who can give you what you need,” Vanjie teased more.

“Vanjie I swear to god if you don’t do something soon, I’m gonna.” Vanjie cut her off by licking a long strip up her pussy, earning a gasp from Brooke, “Fuck,” she let out a long hiss, head rolling back.

Vanjie gave a few more experimental licks before flicking her tongue around Brooke’s clit and sucking slightly. She looked up to Brooke’s half closed eyes. Her hair was out of place, lipstick mixed with Vanjie’s, and smokey eye smudged. Vanjie wished she could take a picture of her like this. Completely undone, but she would have to settle for committing it to mental memory for later.

She pressed a sudden finger into Brooke’s warmth earning a gasp. Her tongue kept working Brooke’s clit as her finger pumped slowly but with intent in and out of her pussy. Vanjie had always loved eating girls out, it felt like a reward to watch their reactions. Seeing Brooke so satisfied had her turned on immensely.

She added another finger, working them faster as Brooke moaned and writhed beneath her. Her hands clenched the sheets and motivated Vanjie to keep going. She wanted to watch Brooke finish, wanted to see her melt at her own will.

“Fuck, Vanjie, I’m so close,” Brooke breathed out. Vanjie quickened her pace as she felt Brooke clench around her fingers. Her back arched off the bed and her fingers stretched out as she came, loud moans escaping her lips. Vanjie worked her through her orgasm, sucking her clit gently as she came down from her high. Brooke’s breathing was heavy and Vanjie slowly pulled her fingers out, locking eyes with Brooke’s as she sucked on them.

Brooke took a moment to recover before she beckoned for Vanjie to come up again so she could pull her in for a lingering kiss. The passion from it felt like a thank you, and Vanjie tried to return the ‘you’re welcome’ before rolling over and lying next to Brooke

“Shit, it’s hot,” Brooke pulled her dress over her head finally, leaving her in just her lace bra that matched her panties earlier, but that was quickly removed to.

“I want you to sit on my face but I need a minute,” Brooke told her bluntly.

Vanjie chuckled, “So she’s not a pillow princess after all.”

Brooke winked, “Usually the opposite, but it’s my birthday, so a little pampering is welcome.”

Vanjie moved to kiss her again, cupping her breasts. They were a lot fuller than her own and soft beneath her grip. Brooke smirked into the kiss as Vanjie’s hands roamed her body, finally getting a chance to take in the perfect curves that she had been eying all night.

“Let me return the favor,” Brooke pulled away. Vanjie nodded eagerly, sliding her panties off as Brooke laid back down. Vanjie swung a leg over her head to straddle her face, hovering over her as to not crush her. Brooke didn’t seem too worried as she grabbed Vanjie’s ass and pulled her down. Her tongue was slick against Vanjie’s cunt. Vanjie sunk into her easily, letting out a hiss of pleasure as Brooke’s tongue worked her clit.

She was already close from getting Brooke off and she knew she wouldn’t last long, but she tried to focus in on the ripples of pleasure Brooke was sending through her body as she rocked slowly against Brooke’s tongue.

Brooke’s pace was slow and deliberate, but Vanjie needed more. She rolled her hips quicker, and Brooke took the hint and gained momentum. Vanjie’s head was back and her eyes were closed, her hips stuttered forward and she could feel her orgasm building.

“Fuck, Brooke, please,” she cried out as her eyes squeezed shut. Pleasure shot in waves through her body as she climaxed, still rocking on Brooke’s face, but shakier now. Brooke worked her through her orgasm, lapping at her clit gently as she came down from her high. Still sensitive, she climbed off slowly and fell back into the bed.

“Holy shit,” she remarked, still breathing heavily.

“Yeah,” Brooke agreed. There was a long stretch of silence while they caught their breath before Brooke finally got up and walked to her dresser, pulling on an old t- shirt and some shorts quickly.

“I’m gonna go smoke a cigarette, do you want me to call you an uber?” she offered.

Vanjie was a little surprised. Brooke seemed like the pillow talk and cuddle type, but apparently not, “Um no that’s okay, I’ll do it,” she stood up trying to locate her bra and putting it on before pulling her dress back up.

“Cool,” Brooke nodded before heading back down the hall and to a balcony that Vanjie hadn’t even noticed she had.

Vanjie found her phone in her discarded purse by the front door. She pulled it out and opened up the uber app. By now all the clubs had closed and people had gone home for the night. It didn’t help that Brooke lived in the suburbs, and there didn’t seem to be any cars out at this hour. She sighed and put her phone back before awkwardly heading out to the balcony with Brooke.

“So there’s apparently no ubers out this late,” she informed her as she stepped out into the slightly cool air or the evening.

“Hmm, it is late. I didn’t even think of it. You can stay then I guess,” she offered hastily. It was a complete 180 from her attitude moments ago and Vanjie was confused.

They stood in silence while Brooke finished her cigarette before she led them back inside. “Do you want a makeup wipe?” she asked while grabbing one for herself.

“Please,” Vanjie grabbed it from her and began to wipe off the makeup and sweat that had accumulated throughout the night.

Brooke’s bare face was just as gorgeous as when it was all made up. Her blue eyes were just as piercing and intimidating. Vanjie couldn’t help but stare.

They walked back to the bedroom and Brooke went to her drawer and tossed Vanjie a shirt, “This will be more comfortable to sleep in.”

“Thanks,” Vanjie slipped her dress off before pulling the shirt on, more self-conscious now that Brooke was acting weird. They slid into the bed again, this time with a lot more space between them.

Vanjie wondered what had changed. Did Brooke really regret everything that much? She was starting to think she’d completely made the wrong decision. “I’m sorry,” she told Brooke. She didn’t really know what she was sorry for, but she still wanted to clear the air around the situation.

She heard Brooke sigh beside her, “No I am. I’m so stupid. I honestly should’ve known better.”

Vanjie felt her heart break a little. She really shouldn’t have dragged Brooke into this mess. The gravity of the situation was fully setting in and it loomed in the air around them.

“I mean what’s happened happened. I feel bad that you got caught up in this mess, honestly it’s not your fault at all. You can play dumb if you want to. I need to own up to it though,” Vanjie admitted.

“Are you gonna tell him?” Brooke rolled over to face her, “Do you think he’s gonna forgive you?” she asked.

Vanjie shook her head, “It doesn’t matter. It’s over with him regardless. I feel bad for cheating, but either way I can’t pretend it’s going anywhere with him anymore.”

Brooke looked slightly relieved, “That makes sense.” Another silence hung in the air before Brooke cleared her throat, “I guess I have a habit of sleeping with people that are tied down. Well maybe not a habit, but this isn’t the first time it’s happened. I was hooking up with a ‘straight’ girl for almost a year. She had a boyfriend that she ended up getting engaged to. I kept on waiting for her to admit that she didn’t like boys or that she would chose me, but it never happened. I told myself I wouldn’t fall for that shit again, but here we are.”

Vanjie frowned, “Here we are,” she agreed, “I was never straight though and I don’t think I can be with John anymore. I already wasn’t feeling, it but you just showed me what I’ve been missing out on.”

Brooke blushed slightly, “Well we’ll see. I’m getting way too tired so goodnight,” she cut the conversation off abruptly, rolling over again so her back was turned to Vanjie and turning off the light beside her.

She seemed to fall asleep easily, soft snores coming from her side of the bed. Vanjie on the other hand couldn’t get comfortable enough at all. Her thoughts were far too loud to let her have the peace and quiet she needed to sleep. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her feeds, checking uber periodically to see if there were any nearby.

Finally dawn came and cars were close enough to pick her up. She set one up and went to change and gather her things. Brooke stirred from the sleep she was in.

“Are you leaving?” she blinked clearly still partially asleep.

“Yeah, “Vanjie nodded, “Sorry I didn’t want to wake you.”

“It’s fine, I’ll walk you out,” she offered.

Vanjie put her shoes on as Brooke grabbed a post it and a pen from her nightstand and scribbled something down.

“Here,” she stood up and slipped the note into Vanjie’s hand, “Call me when you break up with your boyfriend.”

Vanjie gave her a small smile, “Sure,” she agreed. Her phone buzzed signaling that the uber had arrived and Brooke walked her to the door. She waved goodbye and Vanjie could hear the door lock behind her as she made her way down to the waiting car.

She would have to deliver the news to John soon, and hopefully collect her thoughts before that, but in that moment she just wanted to be. Her problems would catch up with her eventually, and she would deal with them when they did, but until that time came she let herself sit back and relax and try to enjoy the ride back to her apartment.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #cisgirl au #lesbian au #smut #tw cheating #misschimki #submission #s11

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Miracle (Original Female Character x Cable Fic)

Chapter 1

Word Count: 7.7k

Inspiration song: Miracle - The Score

Disclaimer: All characters mentioned except my own are owned by 20th Century Fox/Disney. All songs and lyrics described and used in this story are owned by their respective writers/producers/performers.

Warnings to cover the whole fic: Graphic depictions of violence, use of weapons, mild to strong language, mentions of rape, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, referenced torture and psychological abuse/manipulation, nightmares and night terrors, sexual humour, sexual content.

Author’s Note: The Italics used is this piece is sometimes in reference to Russian or foreign language used by characters. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

She revved the motorbike’s engine to full throttle as she approached the scene, the group that was there had yet to notice her, and she smirked to herself.

“HEY! Pick on someone your own size!” yelled the metal giant, she noticed Deadpool smack him on the ass in some obvious quirky encouragement that she knew he just loved to do.

“Big CGI fight, coming up!” Deadpool cheered.

She was a few more yards away and decided it was the right time to make her big entrance. She gripped the handle firmly before pushing herself over the front with her feet easily, the bike flipped effortlessly at incredible speed and in the blink of an eye it hurtled towards the humongous man with the helmeted head; it hit him with great force and knocked him flat onto his ass.

“Who the fu-” he paused when he saw a woman of little more than five foot six resting on one knee before she stood up, smirking at him, his anger flared once again.

“Better yet, pick a fight with someone your own strength,” she stated.

“Look girly, I ain’t afraid of beating the living shit out of you the same as the rest of these fucking morons-” Cable and Domino were both curious as they stared at the woman standing before Juggernaut with such confidence, she was clearly insane, and given her size they believed she was as insane as Deadpool himself.

“So why don’t you just high tail on outta here before I kill ya, huh beautiful?”

She rolled her eyes and then stretched her hands out before her and cracked her knuckles together, before moving to crack them individually in each palm.

“Let’s hope you’re stronger than Hulk was,” she sighed before placing her feet in a better position to fight, Domino and Cable gave each other a questioning look and both shrugged. She kept her eyes fixed on him, knowing her plan to rile him up had worked.

Juggernaut yelled another set of profanities as he charged towards her like a hurricane, his towering form disturbing the already fragile ground with each step, clenching his watermelon-sized fists as he aimed a punch directly to her face. As she had anticipated his rage she simply reached both her gloved hands out to catch his one, he faltered in confusion at her tight grip that had managed to stop him, and before he could make his next move she quickly turned around and twisted his arm, firmly tugging it passed her shoulder so that she could throw him over her shoulder.

His boulder of a body slammed with such weight into the floor that it caused a miniature quake to the surrounding cars and street. He was somewhat buried in the road from the impact and he could only lay there, still and stunned, as he tried to process what had just happened.

“Hades?” Deadpool’s white eyes widened.

“Yeah it’s me, idiot,” she spoke angrily but looking somewhat relieved as well, “So Vanessa gets killed, and the first thing you decide to do is try to kill yourself a few times? And why do I have to get a phone call from your friend, instead of hearing from you, asshole?”

He rubbed the back of his head, avoiding her stare for a minute, “I- uh-Sorry?” he said in a mock Canadian accent.

“Sorry? Wade, you think ‘sorry’ in that shitty accent is going to magically make things better?” her nostrils flared a little. “God, you’re a dick-wad,”

“How in the hell?” Juggernaut muttered from below her.

“Hey, it’s rude to interrupt,” she nonchalantly nudged his helmet with her foot, and his head simply rolled to the side as he was still in a daze, she turned her attention back to Deadpool. “Maybe you and Jughead could learn a thing or two about manners,” he frowned at her, “Or keeping promises,” she glared, making him rub the back of his neck again.

“Sorry to interrupt the little reunion, but who in the fuck are you exactly?” Cable looked between her and Deadpool.

“Clearly she is associate of Wade,” Colossus nodded, crossing his arms, and she eyed him curiously.

“No shit, but what does that mean exactly? I still want to kill him just for being a huge pain in the ass, the question is does she want to do the same? Cause as much as I hate it, we need him right now,” his hand twitched on his gun as he gave her a once over.

“That’s a fair question,” Domino nodded.

“Wade, seriously? The other crap was already enough to hear about, but now I have to find out you’re hiding my very existence? That’s low man,” she shook her head and crossed her arms.

He held his hands out pleadingly, “It’s not what you think sis I-”

“Sis?” Everyone repeated in confusion as they looked at each other.

She stepped back suddenly as Juggernaut gathered enough energy to stand up again, turning to face them all furiously as he adjusted his helmet a bit, he growled. “If you’re related to that shit-stick, then you’re royally fucked sweet pea,” he grinned wickedly as he approached her a second time, she only rolled her eyes in response.

She dodged his fist and then kneed him in the stomach, taking the opportunity to step back before lowering herself to then spring up onto the giant’s backside and grab for his helmet.

“Let’s see who this really is behind the mask huh?” she asked, which only made the man let out a beastly roar as he grabbed around her figure, and tossed her like a ragdoll into the nearby building. The bricks scattered as they collapsed on top of her, letting dust and dirt distribute in the surrounding air, Deadpool screamed out and launched himself at Juggernaut with both katana out in full Kill Mode, only to also be cast aside with minimal effort.

This time it was Colossus who came forward, he managed to get a few strong hits at the giant’s face before he was matched with stronger enraged attacks, eventually being knocked to the ground and stomped into it over and over and over again. Cable and Domino backed away from the fight, fearful that they would both be hurt again, but with less of a chance of surviving the damage provided by Juggernaut’s more rage-fuelled pursuit.

The pile of bricks began to fall away as she climbed out, coughing from the dust unharmed but dirtied, she gritted her teeth and marched forward to the ongoing fight with murderous intention almost glowing in her eyes.

“That’s it you shit bag, I’m done playing nice!” she yelled while pointing a finger at the giant, her eyes began glowing a dim violet from underneath their natural blue.

Juggernaut chuckled as he stood tall again; he ripped off the sleeves of his prisoner’s jumpsuit to reveal his unnaturally enormous muscles. “So am I,”

Hades removed her leather jacket and threw it aside, unveiling her surprisingly lean muscles. She let her arms rest on her sides before she clenched her fists, stretching the well-worn leather of her fingerless gloves as she did, and her eyes glowed intensely as she stared at him. Her muscles twitched visibly, before starting to increase in size, and the veins as well as old scars that she brandished also began to radiate in the same unnatural hue.

Domino, Cable and Deadpool all looked at each other before making a silent agreement that this was her fight, and they quietly made their exit, leaving Colossus behind with them in their search to find Russel.

“I’m about to break you, little glow stick,”

“I’d like to see you try,” she challenged.

He charged forward and threw his signature punch, she simply dodged the assault and kicked him in the groin with extra force, which made the giant double over on his knees in pain, and then she elbowed him hard in the upper back to encourage him to fall back to the ground. This time though Juggernaut recovered quickly, he made a quick backhand that she couldn’t dodge and she spun on her heel before hitting the ground for a moment. That was the last straw for Colossus, who was already eager to give him a piece of his mind from his earlier assault.

“You dare to hit a woman? You disgust me!” he yelled, and then he landed a punch before he was tackled hard into the ground and dragged a few feet through the street, Juggernaut lifted him from the ground and attempted to crush his head, but Colossus fought back by grabbing the smaller fingers and bending them beyond their limits and the bones snapped making the fingers go limp.

“Commie motherfucker-” he punched Colossus straight into a nearby wall causing a crack and small pieces of rubble to fall down around him.

She stood up irritably and faced the two men, finding that the metal giant had quickly steadied himself before angrily spitting out something, she eyed it carefully and realised he had spat out one of his teeth. He screamed and fearlessly ran into action once again.

He kneed Juggernaut several times before lifting him onto his shoulders like a pro wrestler in the ring and launched him into a parked bus nearby. Juggernaut pulled himself out from the wreck and turned himself around, taking hold of the bus with both hands before lifting it from the ground and turning to use it against the other man as if it were a giant baseball bat.

“Bozhe moy,” he muttered.

Colossus raised his hands in time so that the bus deflected away from him and into the building on his right. Hades was well impressed with the stamina and determination of the Russian man, especially as she realised how strong Juggernaut by comparison, and that came from her experience of fighting off the Hulk. She wanted so badly to intervene but was uncertain as the two giants were in the heat of the fight, and as strong as she was she knew there was a high chance that she might accidentally assault the wrong side in all the chaos.

Two figures came jogging down from the sloping hill nearby, and by her estimate they were only teenagers, one was dressed in a familiar yellow X-Men suit while the other donned a black outfit that better suited her bright coloured hair.

She watched as he grabbed a solid rod of metal and took aim at the Juggernaut hitting him twice in the head which had no effect as it clanged with his helmet loudly, the man raised his fist and slammed it down hard, Colossus was grabbed by the neck and slammed face first into the ground before being thrown into the lamp across the street.

The streetlamp snapped in half like a twig, leaving the electric cables exposed and sparking. Juggernaut stomped forward after him; he managed to grab hold onto one of the cables and pulled it with him as he was yanked away suddenly.

“I’m gonna melt you down, and make a cock ring.”

The two girls stopped just a few feet away from the action and Hades watched them curiously; he was hovering over his head and was about to be thrown again when a sparking chain was thrown by the girl with pink hair, it wrapped around Juggernaut’s feet causing him to stumble and drop him as he tried to balance himself.

As Colossus fell his hands grabbed at the prisoner’s uniform and tore the cloth of it to reveal Juggernaut’s ass. Hades came forward to see if she could help but stopped abruptly as the girl with short hair began to form what appeared to be a ball of energy around her; Colossus grabbed for the cable again and gathered enough energy to shove it into the entrance of Juggernaut’s ass.

Hades staggered backwards as the girl sent a blast of energy towards Juggernaut that sent him flying into the swimming pool just ahead of them, the electrical current flowed in the water deftly and sent itself throughout Juggernaut’s body causing spasms all over as it shocked him. She looked at them in amazement, and as he continued to thrash in the water, they all gathered together on the other side of the fencing, making sure that Juggernaut was finally put in his place.

“That’s how we do it in Mother Russia,” he said smugly.

She approached them slowly before speaking up, “Where did the others go?”

“She’s right, where’s Douchepool gone to?”

“I think I know where to find them!” Pinkie led them around the building and they heard echoing over the creaking metal and wood burning in flames of a clearly angered boy.

“Stay back, go home Wade!” the teenage boy yelled out, as they rounded the corner they saw Deadpool fall to the ground in his ashened suit, whatever he must have said or done must have triggered him further.

“You can’t stop me, Wade!” angry tears were forming in his eyes.

“I got one more idea-” Deadpool pulled out what looked like a metal necklace that rolled itself out. “It’s just a really bad one- even for me,” he ended before wrapping the device around his neck, as it clicked into place a small red light turned on.

“Wade, what are you doing?” Domino asked with an uneasy look.

“Wade-” Hades started, moving forward in alarm.

“Alright. This is for all the marbles, kid! You’re gonna kill someone today...”

“Blessed are the wicked-”

“Then it’s gotta be me.”

“-who are healed, by my hand!”

The older guy suddenly darted from his hiding position behind the slide, while Deadpool swung himself over the slide to pursue the cyborg, he had skidded across the dirt and gripped the gun in his hand; he yelled out ‘Fuck this!’ and aimed the gun towards the teen who had his fiery hands raised towards a perverted looking little man in a suit.

Time felt like it was moving at half of the speed as she ran after them, the sound of the gun firing echoed in her head as his body jumped directly into the line of fire, it struck him dead-on in his heart and she found herself stopping in her tracks completely stunned. His body fell to the ground rather clumsily after his heroic stunt and groaned before wheezily coughing.

“Tell me they got that in slow motion.”

That’s one of his usual random remarks, that could mean he isn’t as seriously hurt as I thought, or is it only that much worse?

“Ooh, that’s not good. No, sir.” He poked the gaping hole in his chest and blood spurted out, his head slumped over as he sat upright, he removed his mask and tossed it aside, revealing his dirty and sweat covered head underneath.

The teen ran to crouch next to Deadpool; his eyes were wide in disbelief at what just happened. “You sacrificed yourself for me.” The others all gathered closer to them, each person showing their own discomfort and grief given the situation, Hades was frozen in place as her mind tried to piece together what was happening.

“Yeah. And it was the best thing I ever did. I told you I care about you. You’re a good kid, Russell.” He wheezed but his attention was suddenly drawn to the ashy bear attached to the old man’s belt as it suddenly restored itself to its more cuddly state. “Hey, the bear, it worked.” He pointed. “Because of you.” He turned to look up at Russel who had tears forming in his eyes.

“No, Wade, because of you.” Colossus said softly, he bent down to Wade and started to pull at the collar around the merc’s neck.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop!” Deadpool said irritably before hitting his hands away and Colossus stepped back in surprise, “Just let it happen, okay?” he agreed solemnly, “I guess my heart was finally in the right place.”

Cable glanced at the teddy bear and realised his mission to fix the future had worked, the price being Wade’s sacrifice, who lay back onto the floor and Russel grabbed a scattered brick or two to lay them as a makeshift pillow for Wade’s head to rest on.

“Ugh. That riddle is so fucked up.” And everyone frowned slightly, not understanding what he meant.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Russel began but Deadpool shushed him.

“Don’t be. Don’t be. I’ve been trying to make this happen for a while. God, just please, just don’t leave me. I don’t wanna die without an audience.” He smiled lightly.

“We are not going anywhere.” Colossus shook his head.

“Oh, God, I hope The Academy is watching.” Deadpool sighed.

“Just rest, okay?” Domino said sweetly as she gently leaned down to touch Deadpool’s leg.

“Papa, Papa, can you hear me? Papa, can you find me in the night?” Deadpool sings softly before his head slumps to the side, no longer breathing. Russel stood up and he and the moodier teen shared a mournful look briefly.

“You killed him,” Hades said numbly as she turned her attention to Cable as the others turned to leave, his cyborg eye glowing dimly to match the regretful human one.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“‘Didn’t mean to’-?” she spoke through gritted teeth and her eyes suddenly flared up violet again. “Killing someone isn’t something you can pass off as an accident you piece of shit scum-” she seethed and started marching towards him, but a metal arm put itself between them to his relief.

“That is enough. We’ve seen too much bloodshed today.” Colossus spoke seriously.

“He was, he was the only family I had left,” her voice finally cracked, tears started to stream down her face and she collapsed into Colossus’s arm, he moved to support her easily in his arms and let her begin sobbing into his chest.

“Before I go...” Wade coughs, catching everyone’s attention suddenly, “Sorry, I got a bit more in me.”

“Son of a fucking bitch,” Hades muttered as she gently pushed Colossus away from her, approaching the merc in disbelief, Cable found himself smirking at her cursing Deadpool.

“Domino. I want you to have my Adventure Time watch.” His coughing worsens, “Turns out that I’m the lucky one. Thank you.” he smiled and turned his head, “Hey, Sabrina, the Teenage Witch. I liked you better with your hair short,” making the teen touch her hair consciously, “I think we all did. Hi, Yukio!” he adds cheerfully.

“Hi, Wade!” she says happily, despite the given situation, making Wade chuckle in delight.

“And you... Chrome Bone. I haven’t always been the best friend to you. But you’ve always been that to me. So thank you. Say ‘fuck’ for me?” he asks rather hopefully. “Just once. Come on, we’ll do it together. It’s no big deal. Here we go. One, two, three. F... F... F...”

“Fuck.” Colossus managed with much effort.

“Wow! Enjoy hell, swamp mouth.” Wade chuckled in delight at his little trick, “Ah. And you, Cable. You get back to your family. You tell ‘em Wade says hi. And promise me. Promise me one thing. That you’ll start judging people, not by the colour of their skin, but by the content of their character.” Wade said seriously.

“Jesus.” Cable grumbled and shook his head, closing his eyes.

“R-Dog? There you are. Hey! You’re a superhero now, bubba. That’s why it’s high time that you had a super suit. This one is yours,” he paused briefly, “And you might want to get it steam cleaned, especially around the pants and let it out a little in the waist. But hey, look. Family is not an F-word. Alright? There’s one out there for you. Just keep looking, okay? Guys, for a second there... We made a pretty good team.”

“Do you ever stop talking, asshole?” Hades shook her head slowly and crouched down next to him, her hand brushed on his wrinkled head gently as she looked over him with watery eyes.

“Hades– sis. I’m glad to have seen you again one last time before I go,” he weakly grabbed out for her hand, and she moved it closer for him, before he squeezed it. “Did you ever catch that son of a bitch?”

“I- no,” she said finally, “You said we’d do it together you dumb bastard, I came looking for you-”

“Wow, guess I’m dying as I was born huh? A huge fucking disappointment for everyone to remember.” He breathed out and swallowed slightly.

“Wade-”

“Oh, it’s so hard to go.” He chuckles, “I just love being around you guys so much. So, so much. Mm.” Hades squeezed his hand gently, “No, I can feel it now. Here it comes, yeah. I feel the soul exiting the... The husk. Yeah. Can you see it? Do you see that beautiful bright light? There it is.” He paused.

“You’re such a Drama Queen,” she whispered with a small smile.

“Oh, that’s the sun. Don’t stare directly into that.” He warned, as if they didn’t already know not to do that, “I just have a few final words.” The old man huffed out some air before he continued.

“Woodpecker. Gingivitis. Codswallop. Do You Want to Build a Snowman?” Russel and Hades both squeezed his hands as he finally became stiff, his eyes looking empty as they stared at nothing.

A few tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at Deadpool, Russel had already dropped his hand looking utterly wounded, she gently kissed the one she had in hers before laying it gently down on his chest and whispered to him.

“Goodbye Wade Wilson, you may have been one crazy son of a bitch, but you really did have your heart in the right place,” she slowly stood up, letting the tears fall down her cheeks, she managed to look up at the others and saw the solemn expressions that everyone wore. Well, all except for… Cable.

His back was turned away from the group and he seemed to be holding the teddy bear close to his face, the others stood in silence while staring at Wade’s body, she frowned and made her way towards him as he had now raised his left arm and was moving something that began clicking mechanically and glowing an orange hue.

Hades was about to grab his shoulder but he vanished into thin air without a trace, she lurched forward almost falling as she grabbed at nothing, she immediately began looking around in confusion, her violet eyes glowing in concentration.

She revved the motorbike’s engine to full throttle as she approached the scene, the group that was there had yet to notice her, and she smirked to herself.

Hold on for a second, why does this feel familiar? She felt puzzled for a moment but continued on regardless.

“HEY! Pick on someone your own size!” yelled the metal giant, she noticed Deadpool smack him on the ass in some obvious quirky encouragement that she knew he just loved to do.

“Big CGI fight, coming up!” Deadpool cheered.

Here we go again. At least it feels that way. She shook her head and ignored the strange feeling.

* * *

“Tell me they got that in slow motion.” he groaned.

That’s one of his usual random remarks, that could mean he isn’t as seriously hurt as I thought. She felt more at ease when he removed his mask and she noticed that his skin was still a healthy colour.

The teen ran to crouch next to Deadpool; his eyes were wide in disbelief at what just happened. “You sacrificed yourself for me.” They all gathered closer to them.

“It would seem I... Huh?” He removed a coin from his suit where the bullet should have been, the bullet was compressed into it, “Genuine, high-grade lead.” Then he gasped, “You time-sliding son of a bitch!” He looked at the older man, “You did this for me? Wait... You can’t go back. You used the last of your fuel. What about your girl, your wife?” he asked in concern.

“Now, my family’s safe. And I didn’t do it for you.” He added the latter irritably. “No, I’m gonna stick around for a while... and make sure the world doesn’t shit itself into oblivion.”

“No. You did it for me.” Deadpool smiled with a childish tone.

“No, I didn’t.” he grunted.

“You did.”

“I really didn’t.”

“Pretty sure you did.” He smiled at him cheekily.

“No, I’m positive I didn’t.” he sighed, already regretting his decision judging by the look on his face.

“Fine. All right, let’s flip a coin.” He held the coin up and shook it, “Okay? Heads, you did it for me. Tails, you did it for me.” He flipped the lead coin over his shoulder haphazardly and it landed a few feet behind him. “I’m not even gonna look, because you did it for me.”

“Say it again.”

“He did it for me.”

“Jesus.” he muttered and closed his eyes.

“Yeah you’ve just made a really terrible decision, now everyone’s going to suffer for it,” Hades shook her head but she smiled brightly at Deadpool.

“We must get the collar off.” Colossus speaks up.

“Forget it. It’s no use. These collars don’t just come off.” He muttered.

“Wade. I have an idea.” Russel says as he pulls out a pen from nowhere and crouches next to Wade.

“No, no, no! Let’s not do that. Please! I’d rather die of cancer. Let’s just...” The others frowned at him, Russel moved the pen behind his head. “Oh, God! They do say the pen is grosser than the sword.”

“What do you plan on doing, decapitating him?” Hades asked, making the others frown at her thought, “If you put it back on his body it would grow back just fine, maybe with the help of a few stitches,” she shrugged, and then rubbed her neck awkwardly, Cable was the only one who cracked a smile.

“We need the code.” Russel announced as he looked up at them from the keypad.

“Try, uh... Seven?” Domino shrugged.

“Settle down, Captain Lucky. It’s not gonna be one number.” Russel pressed the button and the collar deactivated itself, loosening from his neck “Oh, God, that’s lazy writing.” Deadpool remarked as Russel removed the collar.

“I still got it.” Domino smiled, Hades looked over at her in curiosity.

“Put that back in your prison wallet.” Wade spoke to Russel then stood to look at the other man, “I don’t know how to thank you. But I do know how to hug you.” He approached the man with open arms.

“No.”

“Yes. Here we go. Bring it in. Come on. Pelvis to pelvis. Let’s go tip to tip. There we go.” He wrapped his arms around him as the man stood still, anger clearly seething from him, “The kids call this docking. Is there a knife in my dick?” Wade asked, making Hades laugh while the others seemed unsettled.

“There’s a knife in your dick. Yeah,” His voice rumbled.

“I’m just gonna back up now.” Wade let go and stepped back from him.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“No need to go full Yentl. Gonna pretend like that never happened. Let’s go home, Russell.” He nodded to the teen and they turned around to leave.

“All you dirty mutants are gonna rot in hell with the boy! Your souls are beyond redemption!” a small perverted looking man in a suit yelled at them. Hades bent down and pulled a short blade from her boot and raised it at the ready.

“Let’s see your soul, perv!” Cable and Hades yelled at the same time, his gun already aimed at the man’s direction, they shared a brief look before returning their attention to the little man.

“No, no! No! No more! We’re better than that!” Wade stepped in front of them and waved his hands, “We’re better than him! No more senseless violence! No more bloodshed! We’ll let karma take care of him.” he insisted, and they slowly lowered their weapons.

“Karma?” Hades tilted her head.

“The day of reckoning is here!” the man yelled again, from the side a yellow taxi drove recklessly over the rubble and ran the man over, stopping him short of his rantings and most likely killing him quite painfully.

“I’m gonna miss him. He seemed great.” Wade practically giggled.

“Whoo! Courage, motherfuckers!” a young Indian man stepped out of the cab and cheered with his arms in the air.

“And karma, motherfucker.” Domino added with an impressed nod.

“Wade that’s a terrible joke to make,” she shoved him on the arm but he was too busy laughing to notice.

“I could hear you coming in the last thirty seconds.” Wade doubled over and placed his hands on his knees to steady himself, “I could barely keep a straight face.”

“I want some more.” The man stared at him with a wild look shining in his eyes.

“I bet you do, Brown Panther.”

“We should leave before Fuckernaut wakes up,” Colossus snickered childishly to everyone’s surprise.

“Good call. You guys coming with us?” Wade asked the girls.

“No, we’ll get the kids back to the mansion. Besides, we’re X-Men,” the girl with short hair shook her head, crossing her arms.

“No, you’re X-People.” He poked her on her nose affectionately.

“You’re ex-hausting.” she rolled her eyes.

“I see what you did there. Puns.” Wade mused.

“Our door’s always open.” She offered.

“That’s kind, but I’m not ready to date again, let alone two women.”

“God you’re a douche.”

“Bye, Wade!” Yukio waved enthusiastically.

“Bye, Yukio!” Wade waved back.

The girls walked towards the children that were standing outside the flaming building, and the others turned the opposite way, walking together as if it was some planned event. And then Wade opened his mouth to begin a monologue with an invisible audience.

“What do you get when you take eight feet of chrome... one pinch of courage... a cup of good luck... a dab of racism... a splash of diabetes... a raging Russian and a wheelbarrow full of Stage Four cancer? Answer: a family. See? I didn’t lie about what kind of film this was. If there’s anything you take away today... Other than the need to Google, ‘What the fuck is dubstep?’ It’s that we all need to belong to someone.”

“Who the hell is he talkin’ to?” the old man grumbled.

“I’ve no idea, he’s done that for as long as I’ve known him,” Hades glanced at Wade briefly before shaking her head, “Might just be the voices in his head, pretty sure he’s got those.”

“I always find it very entertaining,” the Indian man beamed, suddenly appearing between her and Wade.

“I’m sorry, you are?” she asked.

“My name is Dopinder,” he grabbed her hand and kissed it all-too-eagerly, “And may I say, what a beautiful woman you are.”

She yanked her hand back, “Yeah, don’t ever do that again, otherwise you’re gonna be one hand short,”

“S-Sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself,” Dopinder looked nervous suddenly.

“Explains how you can hang around Wade,” she remarked.

“He’s my faithful getaway driver and wannabe assassin,” Deadpool wrapped his arm around Dopinder’s neck in a playful manner. “But there’s still a lot we need to learn before we get there buddy. Oh that’s right you haven’t met everyone yet!” He removed his arm from Dopinder, before stepping back to introduce everyone.

“The lesbian princesses back there were Yukio, the real-life Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony, and Negasonic Teenage Warhead, aka Best Superhero Name Ever,” he pointed to them as they gathered the children onto the jet.

“This is Domino, she’s luckier than a rabbit’s foot tied to a horseshoe that’s duct taped to the top of a four-leaf-clover on the hat of the world’s first original Leprechaun,”

“Hi,” Domino extended her hand and they shook briefly, “I’m gonna try and remember that for later.” she tilted her chin up to Wade and they shared a grin.

“But it’s just incredibly lazy writing if you ask me,” he added, making Domino roll her eyes.

“This fiery little man here is Russel,” He patted him on the shoulder a little roughly, “Well you’ve already seen what he does,” Hades and Russel nodded to each other.

“The battery operated, old and pretty fucked off soldier from the future, that must suck balls because I’m not alive in it,” he spoke in one breath, “Is Cable” he extended his hand and she took it, gripping much firmer than necessary, and then turning her attention away after giving him a stern look as if nothing had happened.

“And this, this beautiful metallic beast, is-”

“Colossus, yeah I know, X-Men are on the news enough to know who’s who,” she nodded up at him.

“You didn’t let me finish!” Wade whined, “Anyway, this is my new plaything Colossus.” He smacked him on the ass and it made a metallic ringing sound. “Oh boy that’s gonna leave a mark,” Wade shook his hand limply.

“Hades, is it not?” Colossus questioned curiously.

“Her name is Hayden Jones, she’s actually a real softie and-” she hit him hard in his gut, causing him to double over while the others walked ahead.

“What did I tell you about telling people my real name, huh?” she looked back up at Colossus, “It’s just Hades.”

“I- uh-” Colossus was stunned for a moment at the sudden violence, “Um, would you not wish to join Wade in living at X-Mansion?” he asked, he glanced over at Wade, clearly concerned if he was alright.

He recovered and started jogging over, “Hey what about Nathan-”

“Cable.” Nathan corrected him irritably, “And I don’t need a place to stay; I can make it out on my own just fine, thanks.”

“Actually- it would be better to stay at X-Mansion, you see, cyborg-half would not settle well with too many humans, despite modern prosthetics existing.” Colossus raised a finger timidly.

“Well I definitely don’t need to be taken in like some stray, besides, I don’t have Cable’s problem of looking like the Terminator,” she gestured to the left side of his body.

Cable frowned, “What-”

“Still, is best that mutants stick together, safety in numbers and from enemies who wish to harm us or others,” Colossus interrupted him, and he frowned even deeper.

“I gotta stop ya there buddy, I’m not a mutant,” Hayden shook her head.

“Not a mutant? How do you have such power then?” Colossus gave her a once-over looking very concerned.

“Hint Tin Man: she’s from the Marvel Cinematic Universe not the X-Men’s,” Wade commented, which everyone ignored with a sigh.

“Let’s just leave it as a tragic backstory with a deranged man trying to take over the world,” she suggested.

“C’mon Haydes let’s be roomies! It’ll be so much fun!” Wade got down on his knees and begged, lacing his hands together and giving her the best pout that he could muster.

* * *

After at least an hour worth of begging from one relentless Wade Wilson, Hayden agreed to the arrangement of living in the X-Mansion; this was of course to just make Wade shut up, as she still wasn’t certain how she felt about living in an institution, after the first she never thought she’d go back to one.

Before they could go however, Wade had to spend a good part of another hour trying to convince Dopinder that he couldn’t also live at the X-Mansion with them, but given how pathetically weak he was as a normal human it was easy to explain that it was too easy for him to be injured despite good people living there, he was disheartened but Wade knew it was for the best in the end.

Eventually they had arrived, and now Colossus was giving Nathan, Hayden and Domino a tour of the mansion, they’d already been shown the room where they could practice fighting techniques, the gym where they could build their strength and maintain their stamina which was also fitted with an indoor pool hidden under the flooring, as well as the library if they were ever bored and needing something to read up on or use their computers for research.

They were reaching the final part of their tour after seeing the recreation room and kitchen area, and were informed that their own rooms where they’d be staying were just up the set of stairs just next to it; and the idea of taking a nice hot shower and throwing themselves into bed seemed rather appealing after the long day they’d all had.

“Finally what the hell took you guys so long?” Wade skipped up to the three of them eagerly. “Actually, never mind, I don’t care. Sis you don’t need to get your own room you can bunk with me-” he wrapped an arm around her neck to try and hug her affectionately as they walked back to the rec room.

The rest of Wade’s jabbering was blocked out as she froze stiff where she was to focus on what she thought was something, no someone, prodding into her buried memories.

“Is something wrong?” Domino asked as she noticed her staying behind when Wade had walked on.

“I don’t know how crazy this might sound, but it feels like someone is trying to get into my head,” she scrunched her nose in discomfort and looked around the room they stood in suspiciously.

“Baldy McWheelchair must be home!” Wade exclaimed, Hayden only raised a brow at him.

“He means Professor Xavier, the man who guides X-Men and X-Mansion, a man I assure that you can trust,” Colossus explained, “He is ensuring that all of you are safe to stay around children and others that live here,” he paused, “It also allows him to understand any trauma of past so that you feel safe, and he can help provide any attentions you may require for specific abilities,”

“Well tell him to stop because it’s really starting to push my freaking buttons-” she hitched her breath as she felt the prodding sensation in her mind once more, making her eyes flare for a moment.

“How is she feeling it so strongly? It barely feels like a little itch to me,” Domino looked at Nathan.

“It feels like someone is diggin’ in where they don’t belong,” Nathan disagreed, actually scratching the back of his head a little irritably.

“I do not know, and it is concerning to hear that it’s troubling her this much,” Colossus said before turning to Hayden and noticing that she has disappeared.

“That’s enough, do you hear me?!” she yelled as she turned yet another corner that somehow seemed familiar, although she had only seen it for the first time that day, she was following the cool-headed voice that was echoing in her mind.

She broke down a door and saw a bald man seated in a wheelchair, she immediately darted towards him with a raised fist while the other reached out to grab around the man’s neck. However, she was frozen just inches from him, unable to do anything but blink and move her lips.

“How in the hell?” she whispered with wide eyes.

“Hades-” Colossus stopped a few feet into the office, undoubtedly quite alarmed given the tone of his voice.

“Kid-” Cable stopped himself next to Colossus feeling dumbfounded; it seemed to him like the older man was fully capable of looking after himself.

“Thank you gentlemen, I’ll just need a word with young Hayden if you don’t mind,” he nodded and they backed out from the doorway, it closed after them and they stood together awkwardly. “I see that you have difficulty in trusting authority figures, it’s no wonder you tried to come in here and kill me,” Professor Xavier said rather amused.

“Yeah well, I’m sure you can just scratch around in there and find out why,” she hissed.

“Yes I indeed have, and it’s terrible what they’ve done to you. But we are not here to harm you Hayden; we are here to help,”

“They always say that,” she spat.

“Please take a breath and relax yourself, you’re unnaturally tense,” he advised.

“I’d be less tense if you didn’t have me frozen like this,”

“Yes well, it was necessary to save myself wasn’t it?” he moved away from her and rolled his chair around her, “Do you know, you’re the first person who’s ever been this close to killing me since my accident?”

“No, I didn’t have the pleasure,” she said sarcastically.

“Ah you like sarcasm just like your friend Mr Wilson,” he smiled as he looked around to her face, “You should also know that normally under my powers a person wouldn’t be capable of being aware of their frozen state, nor be able to comment on it.”

“What’s your point?”

“My point is, you’re very strong Hayden dear,” he laced his fingers together, “You’ve been in the wrong hands before, and I would like you to stay here with us so that that never happens to you again.”

“Is that my official invitation?”

“Yes,” he raised a finger, “But only if you can honestly tell me that if I release you right now, that you will not attempt to kill me again, as I will not hesitate on my part to stop you,”

“What? Oh fine, alright,” she breathed, “I swear I won’t try to kill you… again,”

He looked at her again and hummed, “Hmm, I can tell you’re being sincere, as much as it’s paining you inside,”

She felt her body loosen and she grabbed into the thin air, finishing her intended action from her frozen state, then regained her position by just standing in the room and then rubbing her neck from the strange aching she experienced.

“Th-thanks,” she swallowed and then turned around, opening the door hurriedly and surprising the men waiting outside, passing them without saying a word as they followed her back towards the rec room.

“Hey there you are!” Wade greeted and stood up in confusion as she headed towards the front door, “Hey- wait up will ya? Where are you going?” he jogged after her as she exited the building.

“I don’t think I can stay here,” she stated, not even looking at him as she quickened her pace on the sidewalk.

“What, why not?” he asked.

“Because it’s not safe here Wade, I’m not safe here, and if I’m compromised then I’m putting everyone else at risk, you know that.”

“But you are safe here! He can protect you, we’ll all protect you-” he placed a hand on her shoulder only for her to shove it off angrily.

“At what cost Wade? I’m not asking you to do that for me,” she shook her head, “You’ve already done so much for me, and I don’t deserve it, okay? I’m a threat and I always will be,”

“And where exactly do you plan to go where you won’t be?”

“Anywhere but here.” She tried to walk a little faster but Wade was able to keep up the pace easily because of his height.

“This is the safest place you can be, it’s safer than my old place, they’ll never find you here I promise-”

“Wade, don’t. That professor guy was in my head just a few minutes ago. Do you really think I can stay in that place if I know that someone like him could easily get in there like that? I’ve had enough of that shit already to last a lifetime,” she shook her head and suddenly black spots scattered her vision.

“But he wouldn’t-”

“Wade-” she grabbed his arm and he spun to look at her.

“No, just stop being so stubborn for two seconds so that I can convince you-”

“No, Wade-” before she could finish speaking her legs gave in underneath her body and her eyes rolled back into her head, he just managed to catch her before she hit the ground completely unconscious.

“Shit!” he shrieked, “Help! I need some help here!” He settled her on the ground and started flailing his hands in the direction of the mansion, and soon enough the other two came to investigate.

“Bozhe moy, what has happened?” Colossus looked at her with wide eyes.

“You guys wouldn’t happen to have a doctor inside, would ya?” Nathan scanned her with his cyborg eye and waited for an answer.

“Da, she’s inside,” he nodded, “We must hurry no?” Colossus asked Wade who was only pacing around and muttering about not knowing what to do.

Nathan didn’t waste any time as he lifted her in his arms, “Oh she’s not gonna be pleased with this,” he muttered as he carried her back to the X-Mansion, her complexion was almost that of a dead corpse by the time Colossus had lead them to the medical facility.

“We need a doctor, stat!” Wade screamed and the two that were in the room already looked at him in surprise. “Hurry! I think she’s dying!”

“Shut up, asshole,” Nathan grunted as he set her down on the examination table, “Now explain to them what happened, and for God’s sake do it calmly,” he nodded his head at them and crossed his arms.

“I don’t know! She was talking and then she grabbed my arm, her eyes rolled back and she passed out!”

“Alright, just stay calm,” the woman smiled and then pressed a button on the edge of the table, a noise was heard and then a panel came down from the ceiling and started scanning her.

“Ooh what’s this?” Wade peaked over her shoulder and then reached out and pushed a different button, a flash flared over the room and the woman pushed him away gently but clearly annoyed.

“Don’t touch that please,”

“What about this?” He looked over at the computer and pressed a button and the room went pitch black, the only source of light being the open door and the red LED scanning Hayden’s body.

“Alright, get out,” the woman said angrily, there was a sudden rush of wind and they found that they were all in the hallway outside, the doors had shut and the light had gone back on in the room.

“Very sorry for Wade’s behaviour, Dr Grey!” Colossus apologised through the window of the door.

“Nice going dickhead,” Nathan sighed and leaned against the wall, “May as well get comfortable, we might be here a while,” they nodded and sat on the floor or leaned against the wall as well.

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letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked · 7 years ago

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Words On My Skin (Part 4)

Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: Hello, my lovelies! Thank you for your continued support in this series! I’m really happy you’ve been reading this! LOL! Alsoooo I was craving sushi, if you couldn’t tell *wink* Part 5 will be posted sooner than you think!

Warnings: Hating on bread and butter pickles (Seriously. ICK), swearing… Idk. Nothing, really. A little death talk?

Main Masterlist // WOMS Masterlist

Bucky: If you could eat anything, right now, what would it be?

You stared at your phone, a smirk lifting your lips as you quickly replied to his random text message.

Y/n: None of you ate this morning, did you…? Also, the answer is sushi.

Bucky: SUSHI? Your answer is SUSHI? Who craves raw fish? Also, no we did not eat, and I am starving to death.

Y/n: How far out are you guys? I could have sandwiches, or something, made for you?? (Also, sushi is delicious and you’re dramatic!)

Bucky: Ten Minutes.

Bucky: Your taste in food disgusts me, sometimes.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

Y/n: Says the guy who literally ENJOYS bread and butter pickles… Bleckhhh. Dill pickles all the way.

Bucky: Five minutes out. Also, for your information, I said that they were ALRIGHT. I didn’t say that I ENJOYED THEM. You’re hearing things.

You made your way into the kitchen, grabbing two loaves of bread, lunch meat, cheese, condiments, and peanut butter. If they hadn’t eaten all day, they were going to be crabby as all holy hell, and you weren’t about to deal with that.

Y/n: Tell everyone I’m making sandwiches to hold them over until dinner. So, if they want them, they better come to the kitchen! (Also, I’m throwing away the bread and butter pickles. You and Steve disgust me for buying them in the first place. How could my soulmate think that bread and butter pickles are ‘alright’? And you say that MY taste in food is gross!)

You set your phone down, continuing to make a plethora of different sandwiches – leaving the condiments on the side for them to choose, since you’d been burned on that, before.

“The team has arrived on base.” FRIDAY notified you, startling you as you spread some peanut butter on some bread for yourself.

“Any of them need medical attention, FRIDAY?” You asked, grabbing a bunch of cups and a pitcher of lemonade to set out.

“There are no major injuries on any members of the team, Ms. L/n.” FRIDAY responded.

“You know, you could just ask us, yourself?” Bucky’s voice comes from behind you, startling you into dropping your knife on the ground with a loud yelp.

You whipped around, with a hand over your racing heart, “Jesus, Bucky! I’m seriously buying you a little bell or something! You’re too quiet!”

He ignored you, reaching down to pick your knife up off the floor, throwing it in the sink. He was dirty, again, his skin dark with dirt. He was starting to have permanent dark circles under his eyes, from not sleeping very well, and you could see the lines of exhaustion in his face.

“Did you guys sleep at all, on the mission?” Reaching up and attempting to wipe off a smudge of dirt by the smooth skin of his nose. You winced as you made it worse and lowered your hand. “Or shower?”

“Nope.” He smirked, grabbing a peanut butter sandwich off the counter and taking a large bite. After he swallowed his bite, he continued, “Though, Natasha fell in a river. So, she’s technically clean.”

“I didn’t fall. You shoved me off the ledge of the bridge, you asshole.” Natasha stormed in, glaring at Bucky. Her red hair was wavy, like it had air dried, and she was much cleaner than Bucky was. “Next time, warn me.”

“I warned you. I said, ‘Nat, watch out.’” He shrugged, grabbing another sandwich off the counter, “Not my fault you weren’t watching.”

“I was watching for HYDRA.” She scoffed, sitting at the table with a sandwich, “Not for your idiot ass shoving me off a goddamn bridge.”

“You almost got shot, Nat.”

“Better than the time he knocked me off a building.” Sam sauntered in, going straight for the food. “Asshole.”

“You have wings!” Bucky glared at Sam, crossing his arms over his chest, “I should’ve just let you get shot, dickhead.”

You chuckled at their bickering, leaning against the counter, opposite from Bucky. “Please don’t get shot. I’m the one who does your paperwork.”

“See!” Bucky gestured to you, shaking his head. “If you get shot, Y/n suffers. Don’t make my poor soulmate suffer.”

“It’s her job.” Natasha rolled her eyes, bite in her tone as tense as her shoulders. “She literally gets paid to do paperwork.”

You frowned, not responding to Natasha’s rude tone.

She’s probably just pissed off at Bucky, still.

Guilty by soulmate bond.

“Hey, now.” Bucky bristles, muscles tensing as he turned to Natasha with a glare, “Be nice.”

“It’s okay.” You said, quickly, laying a hand on Bucky’s vibranium arm for a moment. It was nice having someone stick up for you, though. “Certain people like their paperwork done a certain way, so they like to do it themselves. It’s not a big deal.”

“I heard that our lovely assistant made sandwiches.” You hear Tony’s voice call from down the hall, growing in volume as he got closer. “For a job well done, I say that we all celebrate, tonight!” He entered the kitchen, pressed suit looking as crisp as it did when you’d hung it up the day before – having picked up all the dry cleaning. “It just so happens that there’s an event at one of the clubs, that just opened a few months ago. They have a stellar VIP section, and I’ve been dying to go back.”

“I’m in!” Wanda practically prances into the kitchen behind him. Her Sokovian accent was thick with excitement. “It has been a while since we have gone out as a team.”

Your Stark Watch suddenly buzzed against your wrist, and you realized that you had a meeting with Pepper in fifteen minutes. You glanced up from your watch, eyes meeting Bucky’s. Your heart fluttered, and your face quickly heated in a blush. You grabbed your bag off the counter behind you, then turned back to Bucky, who was casually leaning against the counter, again. “Duty calls. I have a meeting with Pepper. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Actually, I’ll walk with you.” Bucky springs forward, falling into step with you as you exited the occupied kitchen. He nodded to Steve as he trudged by, looking tired. Steve nodded back, and smiled at you, as he continued towards the kitchen. Bucky continued talking after a few moments, “I wanted to talk to you about tonight.”

“Oh?” You look up at him, hoisting the strap of your bag around your shoulder, “What about tonight?”

“I, uh…” He gulped, jaw tensing with nerves. “So, the team… they want to go to the club.”

“Yes, I was there for that conversation.” You snorted, as you descended the stairs to the office floor. “What about the club? Are you going?”

“Well… I was going to ask… if you wanted to go… together?” He finally managed to stutter out. He muttered under his breath, quickly, looking frustrated and tense. “I was so much better at asking out a girl in the forties.”

“Is that what you’re trying to do?” You teased, heart fluttering, again – as it always did when Bucky was around. “You’re… asking me to go to the club with you?”

He reached out, grabbing your hand and stopping you in the empty hallway. “I wanted to know if you wanted to go together, but I also wanted to see if you wanted to branch off from the team, beforehand, and get dinner… alone.”

“So… a date?” You beamed up at him, fidgeting with the chain of your necklace – nervous butterflies in your stomach. “You want to go on a date?”

“I mean, yeah.” He scratched his beard, nervously, looking away from you. “If you want to.” He quickly looked up, “I mean, I want to… go on a date, with you. I’ve wanted to ask you for a while, it’s just… work and all that… and… I like hanging out with you… and…” He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, “God, I’m just going to stop talking, now. This is getting ridiculous.”

“I would love to go on a date with you.” You responded, quietly. You were jumping for joy and screaming on the inside. Finally. A date. After knowing each other for… five and a half months? It was about damn time. “Is that why you were asking me about food?”

“Still don’t know why you’re craving raw fish, but we can go get sushi… if you want.” He grinned, cheeks a little red. “I’ll be at your door around… seven? We could go, then meet the team later, for drinks.”

“Sounds like fun.” You bit your lip, unable to keep your cheeks from raising in a smile.

“Then, it’s a date.” He takes a step back, towards the way you’d came. “I’ll, uh, let you get to your meeting.”

“Ah, shit. Pepper.” You quickly turned in a panic, eyes wide, walking briskly down the hall towards Pepper’s office.

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The rest of the day moved so incredibly slow, that you were starting to wonder if you would lose your mind before your day was over. The team had gotten back to the compound around two, and you had to work until five. Those last three hours, including your short meeting with Pepper, felt like an eternity. You felt like time was mocking you for being overly excited for your first real date with Bucky.

Your mind was only on him, and you could barely focus on your work.

Thankfully, five o’clock finally had rolled around, and you could leave your office to take a shower and get ready.

You finally had time during your hectic week to do the full spa treatment in your shower. You’d shaved, exfoliated, and even did one of those aromatherapy shower steamers that Pepper gave you – claiming that it gave her a headache. You damn near fell asleep in your obnoxiously large shower, standing under the hot, powerful spray. Thank god for the compound’s water pressure, and fancy showers. Once you were out, and dried your hair, you sat on the edge of your tub applying lotion to your legs.

A sudden, quick knock sounded from your door, and you jumped a little in surprise. Your eyes flicked over to the little clock in your bathroom, and you still had an hour before Bucky would be at your door.

“FRIDAY, who’s at the door?” You asked, frowning.

“Miss Maximoff is at your door, Ms. L/n.” FRIDAY replied from a hidden speaker in your bathroom.

Wanda? What could she want? You’d already filed her paperwork, and reminded her about her dental appointment coming up… did you forget something?

You closed the little cap on your lotion, as she knocked again, heaving yourself up and closing your robe around you. You padded along the well decorated bedroom, glad you’d cleaned it, and clicked the lock on the door, swinging it open. “Hey, Wanda. What’s up?”

She held up two large bags, one containing a dress and one containing a bunch of beauty products. She was wearing a robe and slippers, dark hair twisted up in a clip like she had just finished blow drying it. “Would you like to get ready, together? I know you are going on a date with Bucky, but I need to be around girls for this process. I have been around too much testosterone, lately.”

Oh! She wanted girl time? With you? Really!?

Shut up, Y/n! Let her in! You haven’t had girl time since you’d moved into the compound!

You opened your door wider, gesturing for her to enter with a large smile, “That sounds awesome, actually. I have some wine, if you want some?”

You couldn’t even remember the last time you got ready to go out with another female…

College, maybe?

She grinned, pulling a large bottle out of the beauty bag, “So do I.”

She set up her beauty supplies along the counter in your bathroom, as you entered your walk-in closet to look for something to wear.

Nothing. You couldn’t find anything that you wanted to wear. A whole closet full of clothes, and nothing appropriate for a club. All of it was work attire, or casual clothing. You had no clue what you were doing when it came to fashion. Your mother used to pick out your outfits every single day, when you lived with her, and you never really dressed up when you moved out. If you did, you always had one of your friends help you pick out clothes.

Good lord, why did you agree to this?

“Wanda!” You called out, glancing over the racks. “This is useless! It’s all work clothes or jeans…”

She came into the closet, glancing around. “Wow. You were not kidding.” She muttered something in her native language, starting to go through the depths of your closet, as you pulled on your underwear in the bathroom. “Y/n, I think you and I need to go shopping one of these days.” She called, as you pulled your robe back on, heading back into the closet. “I may have something you can wear tonight, but we need to fix your closet.”

“I’m not very good at the whole ‘dressing up’ thing.” You sighed, sitting on your bed and taking a sip of your sweet wine. “Any fashion sense I have is from listening to my mother critique me, all the time… Or from the ladies in the store. I usually have someone help me. I’m more of a pajamas kind of girl.”

“We will change that.” She nods, leaning against the frame of your closet. “Between Natasha and myself, we will have you stylish in no time.”

“Where is Natasha, anyways?” You asked, crossing your legs, “She doesn’t want to partake in this? Is she going to the club?”

“She is going… She just… She wanted to train a little longer with Steve, then get ready alone.” Wanda huffed, an annoyed look crossing her face. “I don’t know. She’s been… distant.”

“Are you two pretty good friends, then?” You asked, curious about the relationship between the only female avengers.

“I would like to think so.” She shrugged, sipping her wine.

“I have a sneaking suspicion that she doesn’t like me, very much.” You blurted out, looking away. Oh god. You work for her, why would you say that? What if Wanda tells her? “I mean-”

“No, no, it’s okay.” Wanda laughs, fiddling with the ring on her pointer finger. “She does not trust easily. Give her time. She will come around.”

“I sure hope so.” You sigh, finishing off your glass, “It would make living here a little easier. I feel weird, sometimes. I know it’s not safe for me to live alone, again, since HYDRA knows who I am, but I feel like I’m intruding.”

“No one thinks you are.” She frowns, grabbing the bottle off your dresser and filling both of your glasses back up. You better be careful, or you’ll be hammered before you even get to your date. “I actually think it is a lot easier, having your assistant live with you. Plus, more girl time for me. It’s nice having another girl.”

“Well, we can have girl time as often as you’d like.” You laughed, starting to feel a little buzzed from the wine. “I’d like that.”

“Me, too.” She grins, heading towards your door, “I’ll be right back, go get started on your makeup.”

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You’d just finished swiping on some nude lipstick, when Wanda came in with two dresses on hangers, holding them both up – glancing back and forth between you and the dresses.

One was a soft black dress, which was the dress more suited for a club. There was a large cut-out in the front, exposing a lot of cleavage, and lacing in the cut out. It looked like it would go to about mid-thigh, and the keyhole neckline would mean you didn’t need jewelry. It would show off your newly defined arms, from all the training you’d been doing with Bucky and the team over the last five months.

The other was a deep red dress, and more your style. It was a high-low dress, that was mid-thigh in the front, hitting the backs of your knees in the back. The dress flared out at the waist and was an off the shoulder neckline. You’d need a necklace, but you had the perfect one that your grandma had given you before she died that you only wore on special occasions.

First date with your soulmate was a pretty fucking special occasion.

“The red one.” Wanda nodded to herself, handing you the dress, “Looks more like something you would wear. Leaves more to the imagination, as well.” She snickered, grabbing her makeup and quickly applying some eyeshadow around her eyes. “Keep Barnes guessing.”

You blushed at the thought of you and Bucky in that way, quickly taking a sip of your wine. You were flushed from the wine, already, but thinking about Bucky in any type of sexual manner… Holy cow.

Wanda’s eyes flicked up at you in the mirror, and she stopped her actions, staring at you for a moment. Her eyes widened into round saucers, lips pulling into a large, shocked ‘O’ shape. “Have you guys done the dirty, already?”

“Uh… no.” You looked down, heart pounding against your chest, “We haven’t… even really… kissed… yet.”

“WHAT?” She shrieked, whipping around to face you. She placed a hand over her heart, like she couldn’t quite grasp that your words were true. “All the time that you two spend with each other, and you haven’t even kissed, yet?”

“No?” You shrugged, wincing. God this was embarrassing. “We, uh, we’re taking it slow.”

“Slow.” She repeated, crossing her arms. Her lips pursed like she was thinking hard, eyebrows pulled together. “But you are soulmates?”

“Soulmates with crazy pasts, and who just met.” You pointed out, pulling on the dress and zipping the side up. As your hands smoothed down the soft material, you stared at yourself in the mirror, taking in the beauty of the simple dress. “I like this dress.”

“Then it’s yours. I’ve worn it only once, and it looks better on you.” Wanda smirked, turning back around and finishing up her makeup. “You have ten minutes until Bucky is going to be knocking on your door.”

“Shit.” You muttered, slipping on your only pair of plain black heels, and fishing around in your jewelry box for your grandma’s necklace.

It was a simple, dainty, gold chain – kept in fantastic condition, considering its age – with a little pearl pendent. The pearl was still as shiny as the day your grandmother gave you the necklace. It had been her mother’s, given to her by her soulmate the day before he lost his life. Your poor great-grandmother was left to raise five kids on her own, after one of the most devastating losses a person can experience.

It was one thing to lose someone that you loved, but it was something else entirely when you lose your soulmate. From what her mother told her, it was worse than death. It was as if your entire life lost its color. As if there was a void in your soul, unable to be filled, for the rest of your miserable life.

Most people – according to a news study – killed themselves shortly after.

Kind of… macabre.

It was something that you’d thought of constantly, terrified that someone’s death could affect you so deeply that killing one’s self seemed like the only answer.

Then you’d met Bucky…

You understood, now.

Just the thought of living a life without him in it made you sick to your stomach.

When you walked back into the bathroom, fixing up your hair, Wanda let out a low whistle. “Wow, Y/n. If Bucky has not kissed you, yet, he surely will after witnessing you in the dress. You look beautiful.”

“Thanks.” You blushed, a small smile lifting your dark-nude painted lips. “I hope it’s appropriate.”

“It’s perfect-” Wanda was cut off by a knock at the door. She shrieked in excitement, zipping up her bright red dress, “Your date has arrived.”

“You can finish getting ready in here if you want to.” You grabbed your purse, forgoing a coat since the fall weather was cooperating. You glanced around, making sure you had all of the essentials. “Alright, I think I’m ready.”

“Knock him dead.” Wanda laughed, turning back to the mirror as you jogged to the door.

Part 5

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hawkinstrashmouth-blog · 7 years ago

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The Roasted Bean Coffee Shop (Reddie ch. 1)

Description: If IT never existed in Derry. Eddie is in his senior year and openly gay. Excited to leave Derry because of the homophobes and his mother. Eddie runs into a long lost friend, Richie Tozier and Richie just so happens to take an interest in the smaller boy once again.

A/N: Constructive criticism is very appreciated, but please no rude comments. I am very new to this. Let me know if you want to be added in the tag list! Thanks! :)

Disclaimers: MENTIONS OF ABUSE AND LATER ON WILL BE NSFW (NOTHING TOO INTENSE YET OOF)

Aged up to 17/18 – senior year

Word count: 1,328 (Kind of a short first chapter but they will get longer and hopefully more interesting :/ )

Parts: 1/?

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CHAPTER 1 YEET

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Have you ever wanted to run away? Ever wanted to pack up all your shit and run far away from everyone and everything? Away from the hurt and the trouble. All your problems. Eddie desperately wanted to leave. As far as he was concerned, this town was cursed. From the homophobes in the town that hated Eddie for his sexual identification, to his own mother who constantly was breathing down his back and telling him to take his pills.

His fake pills. He knew they were fake, but he had been so attached to the pills from the constant fear of disease. He could survive without them, he knew that his phobia was irrational, but nonetheless that didn’t help his mind change course. He despised the town and the people in it. Just one more year, one more year of absolute hell, then he could run far away from all that hurt that this town had caused him.

Grabbing his black back pack off his wooden floor, Eddie ran down the stairs. Reaching for the doorknob, there was a voice behind him. He was foolish to think he could possibly scurry away that quickly from his mother. A complete and udder fool to think it would be that easy.

“Eddie! You better not be leaving without saying goodbye to your dear mother!” His large mother said from the kitchen. She was a plump woman in her forties who treated Eddie like a child. Like he was incapable of tying his own shoes, chewing his own food. And even, breathing his own air.

“Sorry mommy, I just forgot.” He lied directly to his delirious, bulky mother’s face. He huffed out a large breath knowing that the crazy lady wouldn’t let him leave without the everyday, endless kiss on the cheek. It’s not that he didn’t love his mother because, he did. Of course he did. But, she was piece of work, she probably thought the same of him.

Dragging his feet along the floor, the boy smooches a big, fat wet kiss on her cheek. He could feel the cheap pink blush that was coated on her face and well, now on his lips. The germaphobe could only think about how the hell he was gonna get this off his lips without offending his mom’s poor feelings.

Retracting as fast as possible, Eddie says a quick goodbye once again and makes his way out the door. After closing it, he tries to breathe. A huff that he had no idea was stuck in his throat was finally released. Being in his town made him feel like he was constantly suffocating and dying. A slow and agonizing death.

Eddie began dragging his feet along the side walk to school. Luckily, he only lived a short 10-minute walk from and to Derry High school. There was just one stop before school, as always. When he was younger, he used to ride his bike everywhere. Up until last year when his mother decided that it was too threatening and unsafe for a boy like him. At the rate, she was taking things from him for being ‘unsafe’, he eventually won’t even be able leave the house at all. Sometimes he thinks about just defying his mother entirely. All hell would probably break loose.

Getting bored, he began counting the number of steps he took and he lugged himself along. It was still warm outside, summer just ending. Too bad, it going to get cold. Though Eddie hated the bitter weather, always tugging and biting at him as he walked, he hated summer. Not for the weather, but rather the loneliness.

Since Eddie had come out as gay right before high school, in the eighth grade, not many people talked to him. He had his couple of friends Bill, Stan, and Mike. They were really excepting for him. They weren’t around much though; Bill and Stan were always off doing something. Most of the time they talked was at school where they were safe and away from Eddie’s frightening mom. But Mike was a home schooled kid. They got along well because Mike got made fun of for that and well, his skin color.

But, they rarely ever got to hang out anymore. As he pondered, Eddie made a turn in the opposite direction of the school. Coming to the coffee shop everyday of high school, well everyday he wasn’t in the hospital for some god-forbidding disease his mother thought he had. Seeing the small Roasted Bean sign in bold black letters he swerved to the door. He pulled open the warm metal handle and slid in.

This was Eddie’s favorite place, he felt as though he could escape from his life here. Not many of people came to this little place. It was just down the road from the school. You would think most students would come here in the mornings, but no. This place wasn’t cool enough for the annoying high schoolers.

Every morning the short boy would tell his mom that he was going to a early morning study session but rather, he was just coming to this old place and sitting alone in a booth. Usually just looking out the window and drinking his coffee silently. The only part that he thought was enjoyable about Derry. The silence.

He took in a long inhale of grounded coffee beans and instantly felt relaxed. Coffee was Eddie’s favorite drink. It was one of the first things you would learn about him. Well, that is if they ever take the time to get to know him. Most don’t. They see him as a queer, asthmatic freak. They look at him and heavily judge who he is as a person. Thank god he met Bill and Stan when they were younger, they were so innocent and thought nothing much of him. Just wanted to make some friends.

That’s how the people in Derry are, judgmental. Eddie always supposed it was because they felt invalid as people and so they take it out on the odd one out. Who just so happened to be Eddie. Fulfilling his morning ritual, he walked up to the counter to get the same drink he always does. A black coffee. His mom doesn’t let him drink coffee, says it’s bad from him. But something was off, something was not like normal.

The barista wasn’t the normal lady with the dark brown hair and bright blue eyes in her forties who usually took his order and didn’t say much. The lady with the dark bags that plainly didn’t care what he had to say because I was too early to care. He could recognize that face from a mile away though. The dark chocolate curls the hung low on his face and the freckles that reminded him of a galaxy of stars. Oh, and let’s not forget the thick glasses that shielded this pretty eyes that were full of light.

Richie Tozier? Trash mouth? He and the boy in the apron at the register used to be the best of friends. They were closer than most. They would share secrets and would sneak into each room’s every single night. But all the shared secrets and midnight talks stopped when Richie’s parents became more and more abusive. But, to top it all off, Eddie was gay. Richie’s parents didn’t like that very much at all.

It’s not that Richie had ever said that was one of the reasons but, it didn’t need to be said. The two drifted apart and now they seemed to being lived on different planets. They could see each other but, they never spoke. Just glances in halls and small one word exchanges if only absolutely nessesary. Eddie had almost forgot about the annoying boy who made him realize his sexuality.

Oh yes, the pain and agonizing truth. Eddie had always had a thing for the trash mouth growing up. His gross ‘your mom’ jokes and such. Snapping out of his trance of shock and confusion, Eddie walked to the counter. Richie looked equally confused and distraught by seeing the boy in the coffee shop.

It threw them off like a broken roller coaster that went off it’s tracks.

“So what can I get you, good looking?” The annoying boy said in a British accent wiggling his eyebrows in almost a mocking manner. Oh boy.

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astudyinfreewill · 7 years ago

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Pynch Week 2017 - Day 3: “What are you doing here?”

Adam was almost done piecing together his ambitious, abundant course notes, turning his jagged handwriting to tidy script on his computer – and what a thing to think, that he owned a computer; one of the first things he’d bought with his scholarship money, right after a phone – when the doorbell rang. He looked at the clock on the screen. It was ten to 1am.

Probably Josh having an impromptu party, or inviting a girl over. Or Melissa deciding to share some netflix and weed with someone. The doorbell rang again. Adam sighed.

He weighed his chances and yelled across the wall. “Josh! Someone’s at the door!”

No reply came.

Reaching for his phone, he quickly shot Melissa a text, which was usually what they did rather than get up and physically talk to each other– two introverts more than happy to stay in their respective bubbles.

why is josh not answering the damn doorbell

josh isn’t home dude

Oh. Now that she mentioned it, Adam seemed to remember Josh saying there was a party happening somewhere on campus, and inviting Adam to go along. He had refused, because, well. Biology notes.

The doorbell rang again.

is this one of your friends?

dont u think if it was one of my friends i wld kno

Adam sighed.

i’m revising for finals can you answer it

hell no what if its a murderer

melissa. it’s not a murderer.

ok but im like stoned af.what if its the RA????

Adam rolled his eyes.

Gently depositing his computer on the bed, he stalked off in the direction of the ever-more-insistent doorbell, annoyance plastering a withering glare on his face. If this was another drunk frat boy who had forgotten where he lived–

He threw the door open just as the bell rang yet another time, fully prepared to snarl the most vicious Can I fucking help you a stressed student had ever mustered, before the words died on his lips.

On the other side of the door, dark and tall and impossible, was Ronan Lynch.

Adam blinked once, just to be sure he wasn’t having midterms-induced hallucinations, but no – Ronan was really there, intricate tattoo peeking out from his tank top, Chainsaw perched on his shoulder, and a pile of food containers stacked in his hands.

It didn’t occur to Adam that he was gaping until he saw an unmistakeable shit-eating grin painting itself on Ronan’s face.

“Mind letting me in, Parrish? It’s honestly so fucking rude of you to keep me outside.”

“How did you even get into the building?” sputtered Adam. It was not the right response, hell, it wasn’t even the question he most wanted to ask, but his brain had the tendency to latch itself onto the closest logical problem when it was stuttering. He moved out of the doorway to let Ronan in, hoping it would count as amends.

Ronan shrugged, one eyebrow rising suggestively. “Hooligans these days. They can get into anything.” He walked in, somehow managing to look indolent while carrying more takeout than one man could possibly consume and a large prey bird. His duffel bag came into view on the ground behind him, and Adam automatically picked it up, closing the door.

“Ronan, what are you doing here? Did something happen?”

“Well hello to you too, sweetheart.”

The last was said in an overly high-pitched, exaggerated Southern accent, and Adam rolled his eyes in fond exasperation. “Don’t be like that. You know I’m happy to see you. And also that supernatural catastrophes are not exactly uncommon in our lives.”

Ronan looked uncomfortable for a brief second, dropping his façade of bravado for the first time since he’d shown up. He awkwardly raised the food containers.

“Chinese food.”

Adam blinked, because he had a feeling about where this was going but surely it couldn’t be right.

“Specifically, the shitty Chinese food from the place behind St. Agnes.”

He was right.

“Ronan.

“You’re welcome, dickbag.

“Ronan.”

“What.”

“It’s a seven hour drive--”

“Five hours if you know how to drive,” Ronan cut him off, his smile sharp and wicked.

Part of Adam had a minor freak-out at the idea of Ronan barrelling towards New York at night with complete disregard for any speed limits, but he couldn’t worry about Ronan’s reckless driving right now, not when he was already trying to process all the rest of the Ronan’s ridiculousness.

“-it’s a five hour drive up here from Henrietta–”

“Yeah, so I better not hear you complain about the food being cold, you little shit.”

“--oh my God can you shut the fuck up for one second–”

“You have a microwave in this Ivy League sponsored dump, right?”

“Ronan.”

The emphasis eventually got him to shut up and look at Adam, and now Adam could see it, the vulnerability underneath the bluster, Ronan’s mind already working hard to convince him that it had been a stupid mistake, that he was being ridiculous right now, that the whole situation was embarrassing. Adam didn’t know when he’d started being able to read Ronan so well, but his heart ached with it.

“You sounded tired, and shit.” Ronan offered, looking at his leather bracelets. “On the phone, earlier. And you said you missed the shitty Chinese food from back home, so I went and got you some. It’s not a big fucking deal, okay?” His voice would have sounded hostile to anyone who didn’t know better. Adam knew better.

Which meant he should have known better than to be surprised at all, but it was so hard to wrap his brain around, that this boy – this impossible boy – this man-shaped god, who had it in his power to create flowers and animals and brothers and entire landscapes – had heard Adam talk nostalgically about Henrietta’s shitty Chinese food five hours earlier during an offhand conversation, and here he was, five hours later, standing in Adam’s tiny shared kitchen with unholy amounts of cold take-out, looking thunderous and gorgeous and every inch the logic-defying miracle that he was.

All because Adam sounded tired, and shit.

“Jesus,” Adam breathed.

“There’s no need to bring him into this, Parrish.”

“You’re insane.”

“Well, you’re not exactly the poster boy for sanity–”

“I love you,” Adam stated, cutting off the indignant bluster.

Ronan flushed an adorable shade of magenta. Adam knew better than to make fun of him for it, though he sometimes did anyway.

“Come on,” he said, taking Ronan by the hand. “Let’s go eat a shitton of cold, bad Chinese food.” He paused significantly, locking eyes with Ronan. “And chill.”

Ronan’s eyes grew darker, pupils blown out, because at some point along the ridiculous and perfect ride that was their relationship, making fun of memes they both found overused had turned into foreplay.

“Wait,” he said, very reluctantly. “I thought you were supposed to study for a biology final.”

“Did I say biology?” Adam hummed, pursing his lips in mock thoughtfulness. “My bad. I meant anatomy, obviously.”

A moment later, Ronan was wrapped around him, melting against his mouth, and suddenly, just like that – Adam was home.

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karlilarki · 7 years ago

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A Little Something, Part 2

Word Count: 841 Avengers AU where it’s present-day, reader is main character and most characters are in their early to mid twenties.

Characters mentioned: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, – No pairings (yet) ;-)

Warnings: Mention of a breakup, excessive drinking mentioned, swearing - probably eventual smut ;-)

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Lights were flashing along with the thrum of the music reverberating in the nearby speakers. I couldn’t think straight, but that was part of the appeal of being here. I had thrown shots back with everyone all night, an extra challenge provided when Wanda’s twin brother showed up. He had joined the military but was apparently home on leave for a couple of weeks and surprised Wanda when he joined us on the dance floor. He could pound back the liquor like no one else and I wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, no matter how obviously stupid it was.

“(Y/n)!” Bucky half-shouted over the music as he crept up to me on the dance floor. His movements matched mine as he continued, “You need to get outta here.”

I let my head fall back onto his shoulder and laughed at his suggestion. This was the first night in months I felt free. Free from stress, free from worry, free from the every-present depression. I wasn’t leaving the club anytime soon. Instead of answering him I just shook my head, still in contact with his shoulder as we danced, and then moved away. I continued to dance until I couldn’t see straight, supported by Nat and Wanda, neither of which had drunk nearly as much as me.

Wanda’s brother, Pietro, found me once again. He handed me another shot, I had lost count of how many I had had. I took it, let my miniature glass clink against his, and then interlocked arms with him as we pounded them back.

“(Y/N), let’s get out of here,” Pietro said, drawing closer to me. I felt a spike of adrenaline rush through me as he brought his lips close enough to my ear to whisper, “I’ve got a nice room near here, just you and me. I promise you won’t regret it.”

I bit my lip. My desperation for physical contact, and the need to feel wanted, mixed with the alcohol actually had me considering sleeping with one of my best friend’s twin brother. Pietro hadn’t moved away from me during my hesitation. Instead, he had moved closer, taking my lack of a response as a good sign. Just as I was about to agree, to ditch the club and see what Pietro had to offer, I felt a strong grip on my upper arm pulling me away from him.

“It’s time to go, (y/n/n),” Bucky drew me away from Pietro.

“The fuck, man?” Pietro’s face was rigid with anger as he stared Bucky down.

“You’re drunk, she’s beyond drunk, you’ll both regret it tomorrow. Go get a cab, go back to your hotel or Wanda’s or wherever you’re staying. We can all get together tomorrow after you nurse your inevitable hangover,” Bucky’s tone wasn’t rude, or bossing, it was simply matter-of-fact.

Wanda appeared, Nat by her side, and linked arms with Pietro. The two were oblivious to what had happened, or what was happening? I wasn’t sure I knew, everything was starting to go a little fuzzy at the edges. Then I was walking into the brisk New York air and then being placed into a cab, Bucky by my side.

I looked at him, trying to decide if I was happy I had been essentially cock-blocked or not. Cock-blocked?

“Can women be cock-blocked? I mean, I don’t have a cock, but Pietro does, and you definitely blocked that shit,” I slurred to Bucky.

He laughed before tucking me in under his arm, “You would be pissed in the morning if I had let you sleep with him.”

“Ugh, probably, you’re probably right. But, ya know what, Buck?” I said, focusing hard on enunciating my words.

“What’s that, (y/n/n)?”

“I just need a really good lay, ya know? I just need to get some.”

Bucky didn’t laugh this time. Instead he eyed me carefully as I tried to push my messy hair out of my face, much harder to do whilst tucked under Bucky’s enormous arm than it should be.

The cab came to a stop and before I knew it Bucky was half-dragging me up the stairs to my apartment. Using his key, he let us in and helped me to the couch. He unstrapped my heels and pulled them off before finding a hair tie on the coffee table and pulling my hair back for me.

“You’re a mess, (y/n),” he said, pushing a lock of hair he had missed out of my face.

“Who isn’t?”

“Well, you taking it to an extreme,” he answered, taking a seat next to me. I sighed while he started to remove his own shoes.

“I know,” I answered, beginning to sober with the mood.

“Is it because of Jason?” he asked, referring to dip-wad.

“His name, is dipwad,” I replied, drawling out the word ‘name.’

Bucky chuckled and removed his leather jacket. I sat motionless, perched on the edge of the couch, staring at my now bare feet. Bucky stretched before getting up, fetching us each a glass of water. Silence ensued, but it was a comfortable silence. I had known Bucky as long as I could remember, since my family had moved into the house next door to his when we were kids. We hated each other at first but had gotten over it fairly quickly and then became inseparable. The details were muddled and I couldn’t exactly remember why I hated him at first, but it didn’t matter anymore. He’d been there for me ever since, and I had been there for him.

Bucky nudged me, effectively pulling me from my reverie as he handed me the glass of water. He had gone as far as to put a straw in it for me and I found myself smiling at the gesture. I was still definitely inebriated, but the cold air and the ride home had helped to clear my head. Bucky took his normal spot next to me, our sides brushing as he sat down.

“You want help to the bedroom… or, maybe some pajamas?” He asked. I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders.

“What would I do without you, Buck?”

He laughed again and shook his head, “Eh, you’d probably be dead by now, let’s be honest (y/n).”

I gasped with exaggeration, “Why I do declare,” I started in a mock southern accent, a terrible one at that, “James Buchanan Barnes, what on Earth are you referring to?”

Bucky laughed again, called me a dork and pushed me aside. He made his way to my room as I slumped on the couch’s armrest. Who needed a bed? Right? Couches are fine. Couches are soft and they’re right here, not on the other side of the apartment like my traitorous bed.

“Here, princess,” Bucky tossed an over-sized t-shirt into my face. I slowly began to shift in an attempt to change while Bucky rummaged through my fridge, “Don’t you have anything good in here?”

“Hey, don’t judge unless you’re going to contribute, Barnes,” I said, my voice muffled from my sequined top being pulled over my head. I tossed it to the side and slipped the oversized shirt on in its place, leaving my bra on. I might be drunk, but I’m not walk-around-without-a-bra-on-in-front-of-Bucky drunk.

Bucky continued to rummage through the kitchen looking for anything that could pass as edible at this point. Truthfully, I hadn’t gone shopping in a while. Since dill-hole had cheated and dumped me for the skank, I kind of hadn’t done much of anything.

“Know what, Buck?” I asked, my mind going back to the conversation in the cab.

“What?” He asked as he made a peanut butter sandwich for himself.

“Sometimes a girl just needs a good fuck,” I sighed, almost disappointed I hadn’t gone home with Pietro.

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himbowelsh · 7 years ago

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I have this prompt idea for Webgott and I will take anything prompts/headcanons. Web and Lieb work in same highschool. They are both English teachers. The only difference is that Web is British, Joe is American. They fight over everything. From literature to teaching techniques to history and it always ends up on mocking the other's accent and almost shouting. They fight which football is real football. They fight which dinner served in cafeteria is the best. It even comes down to leaving (1)

(2) passive-aggressive or outright rude messages on boards in their classrooms. Students are all making bets when they will fight with fists. Dick, responsible principal, wants to put end to it but Nix, music teacher, stops him because it would upset the bet their teacher friends have going “Are they going to fuck or fight? Also, when?”. Something happens and someone gets few bucks. Bonus: their classrooms are facing. They put a show by holding eye contact and slamming doors every morning.

Joe knows he’s going to hate the new teacher the second he opens his mouth, and not just because of the ridiculously posh accent that pours out. Everything about the man grinds on his nerves, from the dark-rimmed professor glasses perched in his nose to the way he wears sweater vests yet rolls up the sleeves of the white shirt underneath (to reveal muscular, surprisingly hairy arms). The fact that he just came here from freaking England is just the icing on Joe’s hate-cake, and his dumb accent does nothing to help.

Joe walks away from his first meeting feeling exhausted, disgusted, and more than a little pissed off. What the hell is British-American anyway? Who says that? And who claims that students can take more from books written by guys who’ve been dead for a hundred years than any contemporary literature?

He makes his decision then and there: he hates David Kenyon Webster.

(He has three names too. How pretentious do you have to be to have three damn names?)

If he thought the first day was bad, he was not prepared for an entire year of dealing with Webster. It doesn’t help that their classes are positioned directly across from each other. Webster likes to keep an “open door” policy, during class and after hours. This gives Joe a front-row seat to everything Webster does, whether he likes it or not. Everything that he sees only grinds on hsi nerves more.

Webster brews his own tea in the classroom. He has a tea maker, like a goddamn coffee maker but for tea, and he won’t let anyone else use it. He has a bookshelf full of classical literature and poetry, and he spends his time in between periods reading. On hot days he’ll sometimes take his vest off, just to teach in shirtsleeves (with his stupid arms that Joe can’t stand). Webster’s enthusiasm for his subject is so infectious that even his students can’t help getting excited.

Joe isn’t allowed to come to school in his comic book t-shirts, because apparently starting a Marvel vs. DC war amongst the entire tenth grade “isn’t allowed in a positive school environment”. He has to wait in the English lounge for gritty coffee just like the rest of the department. He has to figure out ways to make his curriculum adaptable to students who couldn’t give half a shit about The Call of the Wild or The Great Gatsby.

Somehow, Webster comes up ahead of him at every turn, and Joe is sick of it.

He’s never sure who starts most of their arguments, but there’s a new one every day. They range from things like “shut your door when you’re teaching, I don’t want to hear your opinion on Dickens’s personal life” to “just because you kick the ball doesn’t make it football, I dare you to say that to the entire football team”. Mostly it’s just venomous words and insults. They’ve only come close to getting physical once, and that was because Joe made the mistake of mimicking Webster’s accent in the prissiest voice possible. It got a great laugh from his students, but then Webster stormed into his classroom like a man on fire and they almost threw down in front of twenty freshmen.

(Someone filmed it. They put it on Snapchat, Instagram, and YouTube. For the rest of that week, kids kept stopping Joe in the hallways asking him when he was going to actually fight Webster, and he’s pretty sure students are still placing bets on who would win.

Hell, he thinks teachers are placing bets too.)

“Have you considered,” Chuck Grant, who teaches Modern World History, says one day, “that you might be a little bit obsessed?”

“You try working across the hall from him, see how obsessed you are,” Joe shoots back. He’s glaring into his coffee, and can clearly make out the lumps at the bottom. It makes him feel a little nauseous. Would Webster actually hit him if he tried using his tea maker?

“Seems like you’ve got a problem,” Randleman, the gym teacher who’s so big that the entire student and faculty body just call him Bull, remarks. Joe rolls his eyes, nodding to the ‘NO SMOKING’ sign clearly displayed on the door of the teacher’s lounge. Randleman just takes another puff of his cigar.

Of course, just like freaking Beetlejuice, Webster walks in the second they say his name. He blinks at the other teachers, clearly surprised by the way his entrance has killed all conversation in the room. After a minute he walks to the back of the room, picks up a plain bagel, and leaves without a word.

“He eats bagels plain,” Joe observes, and grits his teeth. “I hate him.”

Things escalate. Joe walks into his classroom one morning to find unfamiliar script decorating his whiteboard. “I misjudged you,” the familiar quote reads. “You’re not a moron. You’re only a case of arrested development.”

Joe is just as quick to fire back. After his lunch break, Webster returns to find a stick figure caricature of himself wearing oversized pants and waving a British flag. The caption next to it reads: “If your brains were dynamite there wouldn’t be enough to blow your hat off.”Beneath it, in less neatly scrawled handwriting, Joe says, Hemingway? Really?

The next day, Webster shows exactly how pissed off he is: “Thou art a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver’d, action-taking, whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mungril bitch.”

Joe’s just impressed he managed to fit all of that on the whiteboard.

His response that afternoon is simple: “My dear, I don’t give a damn.”

Joe is halfway through grading his freshman class’ book reports on Fahrenheit 451 when he looks across the hall. He doesn’t mean to; he’s just in the middle of a particularly dull thesis, he’s bored, and when he needs a distraction his eyes find Webster without even intending to. What he sees causes the paper to flutter out of his hand. He springs from his seat like he’s just been shot, and storms across the hallway.

“Oh my god,” he says, marching into the classroom like it’s his own. “You don’t need the glasses.”

Webster’s eyes are wide as soccer balls, blinking at him in owlish surprise. The glasses -- the stupid, pretentious, lame-as-a-one-legged-horse glasses he constantly wears are sitting untouched on the desk. Webster has his face buried in a book, his glasses going totally ignored.

“I –” he says; then stops, reconsiders, and swallows hard. “I just,” he tries again, then closes his mouth and gives up altogether. The grin spreading it’s way across Joe’s face is slow and lethal.

“You don’t need the glasses,” he says again. “They’re fucking hipster glasses.”

Webster is the type of guy to wear glasses just to look smart. This is all the blackmail Joe could ever want on him. This is perfect.

“Joe, it’s not what you think --”

“You’re a fake.” Joe laughs out the words, delighted beyond belief. “A fraud.”

“I’m definitely not that --”

“What’s next? Do you actually not like tea? Have you never eaten biscuits? Ooh, have you been pretending to have an accent this entire time?”

Webster is silent for too long.

“Oh my god,” says Joe. “Your accent.”

“I’m British-American, I told you,” Webster spits back, in a perfectly clear American accent. Joe’s heart is doing cartwheels in his chest. This is the best day of his life. “I was raised in New York until I was twelve, I can do both accents just fine, it isn’t fake --”

He’s cut off by Joe’s horselike guffaws breaking a new sound barrier. Webster slumps back in his seat, disgruntled, while Joe clutches his stomach and tries to remember how to breathe. He isn’t sure just what sort of dirt he’d hoped and prayed he would find on Webster, but this... this is better than anything he could have dreamed of.

“Web, jesus, I could --” he gasps when he’s finally managed to catch his breath. Webster, tired of sulking, is on his feet now, glowering at Joe with arms crossed.

“You could what?”

“Hell -- I could --” Joe can’t stand it. He breaks into another fit of laughter.

He’s aware of Webster’s blazing glare on him as the other teacher stalks up to where he’s standing. Even his angry walk looks prissy in those slacks that hug his legs so tightly, with those muscular arms crossed like the professor he is... he looks ridiculous. He is a ridiculous person. Joe knew it all along, only now he has proof.

“Do what?” demands Webster, well and truly in Joe’s face. “You’re gonna tell everyone? Get me laughed out of the school? That’s what you want, isn’t it Joe, so just say it --”

“Oh my god, Web, shut up,” Joe hisses, and then kisses him.

It wasn’t like he planned it. Whenever he read about spur-of-the-moment kisses, he always wrote them off as some author’s invention of what the perfect kiss should look like. They weren’t things that actually happened; fantasies, nothing more than that. Before this moment Joe would have sworn up and down that something that romantic and spontaneous could not exist.

He was wrong.

He tells himself he’s kissing Webster just to shut him up, but it’s much more than that. It is the feeling of those strong, plump lips moving against his own, angry and passionate. It is the hands that move to grip his arms, as if holding them both steady. It is the beat of Webster’s heart against his chest, the warm brush of his breath against his jaw when they slowly part.

Joe feels a release of tension he hadn’t even known he’d been harboring. All at once, every little resentment he built up about the teacher across from him has melted away. It has turned into something corporeal, solid, and real. Joe’s resentment is standing just centimeters away from him, staring up at him with wide blue eyes, and that’s the moment it hits Joe that it was never resentment at all.

“Your secret’s safe with me, Web,” he mutters against Webster’s lips. “Colleague confidentiality.”

That’s a thing, right? Joe doesn’t know. The only thing he’s sure of is that he wants to kiss Webster again, so he does; and when he realizes he wants to hold him close and not let go, he does that too.

It was a little (okay, a lot) annoying to find out that their colleagues had made bets on when they would get together. Hell, even Principal Winters was in on it, and that’s a betrayal Joe never saw coming. He’s less surprised to see money exchanging students’ hands when they catch sight of the messages scribbled on each teachers’ board every day -- now more romantic than antagonistic.

Joe doesn’t know what he expected. Then again, Webster has a way of taking him by surprise. His quirks are a lot easier to put up with when Joe’s no longer seeing them through a haze of blind resentment, and he’s a lot less pretentious than he lets on.

Webster, as it turns out, is a total nerd. Joe isn’t sure why he’s surprised. He wears sweater vests, for god’s sake.

He hums a tuneless melody to himself as he packs up the last of his books for the afternoon. Tonight will be busy -- he’s got three classes worth of tests to grade, then a date with Webster at six. They’re going to a burger and fry joint -- painfully American, and just what Joe insists Webster needs to “shake that Britishness out of you”. Webster is quietly disgusted by the food, but endures it for Joe’s sake.

Joe casts one last look up at his whiteboard, and huffs a dry laugh when he reads the message there. He doesn’t know when Webster found the time to do it, but he’s sure happy none of their student caught sight of it. (That would put them on social media for an entirely different reason.)

“You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all."

Joe smiles, and locks his classroom door behind him.

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