#excuse me sorry if I suck ass taking selfies T^T

[bunnygirlism]

Happy spooky month everyone!! I recently finished my Ross cosplay (a Rossplay even hehehehe) and wanted to test him out!! U„^ェ^„U ♡

[quidfree]

prompts,.,, fem tdbk and a date gone very wrong ? ❤️

ohhhh my god anon. pump this shit directly into my veins i love this whole premise let’s go. also all inspired by whatever the fuck horikoshi was doing in this 

just so everyone is on the same page here, it is not a fucking date.

it’s lunch. a singular lunch. people do that shit all the time. even katsuki does lunch, sometimes. she went to that semi-shitty diner place with kirishima that one time when the food hall was shut because some dumbass first year exploded into goo or whatever. and todoroki does lunch, too- her and deku were on some shitty lunch date like a week ago, as evidenced by deku’s even shittier selfie of them having a grand old time doing whatever the fuck they do alone.

fuck, not a shitty lunch date. a shitty lunch. whatever.

the point is lunch is a normal non-date thing people do, and the fact katsuki and todoroki are maybe not the usual suspects for it is just circumstantial. it’s not like they planned it ahead of time, or made some big thing about it. they literally arranged for it in public, so obviously todoroki didn’t think there was anything weird about it. and there isn’t! they’re both going to be in tokyo on the same day, and todoroki’s always happy for any excuse to spend less time with her old man, and katsuki sure as fuck wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to avoid her hag of a birth-giver for a few blissful hours, so when todoroki had very nonchalantly gone ‘oh, bakugou, we could do lunch then”, it wasn’t like she had any real reason to tell her to go fuck herself. like, yeah, maybe a year ago, on principle, she would have, but even katsuki can only take so much trauma-bonding before she resigns herself to the reality that she’s stuck with half ‘n half for life, one way or another, and she may as well suck it up and approach civility because said moron is determined to ignore her open malice until she plays along anyways. they’re... you know, whatever. friends. or something. jesus.

the point being that it’s not a date, and the fact that she’s getting increasingly annoyed at her limited wardrobe is just because she would have packed more shit if the crone hadn’t insisted that they ‘pack light’ so they could get cheaper train tickets for less luggage. it’s just annoying that she can’t wear anything that’s not screaming holiday.

it occurs to her as she sits and scowls at her suitcase that her mother has been watching her from the doorframe for some undetermined amount of time, which is criminal mainly because she’s a goddamn hero-to-be and getting snuck up on by anyone is a blight upon her good name. she tries to disguise the ego damage dealt by glowering murderously in her progenitor’s direction.

“what the fuck do you want?”

“you know,” the she-devil says, cocking a hip, “if you want to borrow something nicer...”

“i wouldn’t be caught dead in your shitty clothes!” katsuki snarls, which prompts the witch to immediately scowl back.

“watch your damn mouth!”

“watch your waistline! no way in hell are we the same size!”

“why you little-”

the interruption at least reminds her that she is obsessing over her clothes ahead of meeting todoroki for lunch, which is so humiliating it kickstarts her brain again long enough to grab some normal shit and get the hell out of there.

on the walk she checks her phone again. the previous day she’d had to bite the bullet and make the first move, todoroki’s infamously terrible communication skills making themselves known once more, and their ensuing conversation had been so mortifying she’d nearly cancelled all-together.

to: Half ‘n half

Yo asshole are we still meeting tomorrow or what

I’m busy as shit

from: Half ‘n half

Yes. TS

to: Half ‘n half

What the fuck is TS

from: Half ‘n half

I was signing off.

to: Half ‘n half

SIGNING OFF ON YOUR OWN TEXT

YOU THINK I DONT KNOW YOUR DAMN NAME

from: Half ‘n half

[Pin attached]

Does here at 12.30 work for you?

to: Half ‘n half

Yeah whatever

Don’t be late

And don’t think I’m forgetting the fucking signing off thing

from: Half ‘n half

Glad you can make time for mockery in your busy as shit schedule.

the venue looks like some rich person shit, which she semi-expected, but it means a lot of people give her weird looks as she makes her way inside, probably on account of the shorts and t-shirt she’s wearing if not her general vibe. some old woman actually drags her purse to her, which makes katsuki sorely tempted to bare her teeth and maybe hiss for effect, though she settles for scowling and shoving her hands in her pockets. it’s 12.27, because she wasn’t going to be late but being any earlier would have given off some dubious impression that she’s eager to see todoroki, except now she kind of wishes she’d just come for 12.30 because if there’s some reservation bullshit she gets the feeling she’s going to start fighting with the waiting staff, and then-

“bakugou,” todoroki calls, from inside, raising a hand with unnecessary formality. “you made it.”

“course i made it,” katsuki grunts, absolutely not relieved as she by-passes the suspicious looking waiter to join her outside. “think i can’t ride the damn underground by myself?”

todoroki is wearing jeans cuffed at the ankles and a white t-shirt on top of which she’s thrown on an open button-up with the sleeves rolled up, and she looks casual and normal and incidentally kind of like they dressed to match, but the important part is that she doesn’t look dressed up at all, so katsuki was totally right about the non-date situation, and also isn’t the only one totally underdressed for the shitty venue.

“you look nice,” todoroki says then, completely shattering katsuki’s brief moment of reprieve. “i’ve never seen so much color on you.”

katsuki almost chokes on her own tongue, but the worst part is that the asshole seems completely nonchalant about the weird as shit observation, focused on her stool as she takes a seat on the balcony. which- what the actual fuck? since when does todoroki issue compliments unprompted- of the non-professional variety, at that? and what the fuck does she expect katsuki to say now- return the compliment? say thanks? is this whole thing some kind of exercise in psychological torture?

well, fuck it. she can’t look like a little bitch just because todoroki said something inanely positive. two can play that game.

“yeah. you look half decent yourself. did you hire someone to dress you for the occasion?”

todoroki blinks up at her in surprise, which is totally a win and would make her more smug if she could stop feeling so weird and prickly all over. for a dangerous moment todoroki seems on the verge of blushing, but miraculously the world rights itself and the usual deadpan persists, one brow quirking up in completely feigned ineptitude.

“there was a compliment somewhere in there, so thank you, i think. i thought we were past this vendetta.”

“we’ll be past this vendetta the day you burn your piece of shit hero suit,” katsuki retorts, back on familiar ground, and relaxes long enough to squint down at the menu.

this turns out to be a mistake.

“the fuck? is this whole thing in french?”

“oh,” todoroki says, after a beat. “that makes sense. i thought my english had deteriorated.”

“are you- you didn’t know? you recommended the place!”

“it was the nearest place to our hotel,” todoroki defends, now having the decency of looking slightly put out. “coq can’t mean what i think it means, can it?”

“that’s chicken, asshole,” katsuki hisses, flinging the menu down. “great, now we’re going to have to flag down one of the shithead waiters and ask for a japanese menu. excuse me! hey! yeah, i’m talking to- what the hell, did he just blow me off? hey, jackass! you with the shitty mustache!”

“sorry about that,” todoroki interjects, when mustache asshole turns an offended stare their way. “do you have the japanese menu?”

“we only serve the food in its authentic form,” mustachioed asshole says, with frigid self-satisfaction. “might i suggest google translate?”

“might i suggest my foot up your ass, you shitty-”

“that’s fine,” todoroki says, in a flat tone that implies otherwise. “we’ll make do.”

the waiter sniffs pretentiously as katsuki thinks about all the ways she could beat his ass into next tuesday, running an aggravated hand through her hair when the wind rustles it into her face. she’d half expect todoroki to suggest they fuck off elsewhere, but when she looks back her way she finds an ill-boding gleam of determination in her eyes despite the impassive set to her face, and it’s a testament to how fucked in the head ua has made katsuki that she feels a sort of sick thrill of recognition at the sight. todoroki’s in stubborn bitch mode.

“i’ll have this,” todoroki says, sure enough, pointing to the most expensive item on the menu. “and also this. and one of those.”

the waiter’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull, and todoroki looks unfazed in katsuki’s direction, tapping pointedly at a sleek black and red credit card in her wallet. “bakugou?”

well, if endeavour’s paying....

“sure,” katsuki says, slowly, and then turns her meanest smile the waiter’s way. “i want the frog legs.”

mustache clears his throat, attempts condescension. “we don’t serve that here.”

“you’re a gastronomique restaurant,” katsuki says very loudly, as other clients turn to stare, “and you don’t have fucking frog legs? is this a joke? does this napkin say authentic french cuisine or am i hallucinating?”

“i can ask the chef,” the waiter demurs, casting a nervous glance at the muttering snobs nearby, and attempts an ingratiating smile. “anything else for you, mademoiselle?”

“what did you just call me?”

once the ordering debacle is over, todoroki slants katsuki what may well be an apologetic glance, vaguely contrite frown sitting pretty atop her usual dead-eyed stare.

“i probably should have read up on the place ahead of time.”

katsuki is well within her rights to chew her head off, she thinks, but food’s on the way and she got to yell at the asshole who gave her the once-over when she came in, so she’s feeling forgiving, even in the face of todoroki’s annoyingly doll-faced apology. the bitch really has to do the bare minimum and she looks like a fucking kpop idol.

“yeah, whatever. i always knew you were a shitty ops planner.”

todoroki, who is an asshole, looks relieved at her generous forgiveness for all of a second before she quirks a brow. “between the two of us, i only count one person who has actually spoken the words ‘shoot first, ask questions later’.”

“that was in a training simulation,” katsuki protests, outraged. “and you know damn well the actors were annoying as shit!”

“i did find them slightly too committed to the role,” todoroki concedes neutrally, which totally means she agrees with katsuki 100% and is being precious about it. katsuki scoffs.

“least the view’s decent.”

“the-“ todoroki starts, in weirdly confused tones, until she follows katsuki’s gaze outward and nods in understanding. “oh, the skyline. yes.”

what else katsuki could have meant she doesn’t fucking know: they’re sitting pretty in the middle of tokyo. the only thing the hellhole of a restaurant has going for it at this point is the cityscape.

todoroki stares out into the distance for a good long moment, and with the breeze her negligently loose hair whips this way and that, red and white blur where the two halves mingle. instinctively katsuki itches to braid it flat so it doesn’t tangle. if todoroki asked her she’d tell her to just cut her damn hair into a bob or something- it’s not like icyhot has any attachment to her princess hair, and she’s got the obnoxious bone structure to pull off any length. not that she’d mention this last part. or that she’s given it much thought. it’s just fucking obvious.

if todoroki could keep her mouth shut throughout the rest of the meal, it could be sort of nice. tokyo skyline, and companionable silence, and presumably edible food. worse ways to kill some time, and way less incriminating than anything that may be said otherwise.

“i think this is the part where we make small talk,” todoroki says instead, sadist that she definitely is, as katsuki grimaces feelingly her way.

“no, we don’t.”

“well, we don’t. but this is the part where we should.”

“i don’t even believe you can last a minute of small talk, icyhot.”

todoroki looks pensive, mismatched eyes thoughtful. “...how has your day been?”

“uneventful,” katsuki says, combative, and eyes her watch. todoroki does not give.

“this place seems nice.”

“you don’t even think that.”

“how have you been finding tokyo?”

“noisy.”

“the weather seems-”

“no.”

“you look nice.”

“you said that already, dumbass,” katsuki grunts, palms crackling with sweat, and does not at all read into the way todoroki makes a stupid little movement with her mouth that could ungenerously be interpreted as a pout.

“well, i meant it, so i’m saying it twice.”

“give it up, half ‘n half, just ask me about training.”

“...how is your training?”

“i did this thing yesterday,” katsuki starts, leaning back in her chair, and from then launches into a very technical and barely exaggerated retelling of the batshit insane stunt she pulled off with her quirk the day prior. todoroki’s focused attention is gratifying, in a totally platonic non-weird way- it’s just that her parents couldn’t very well follow why exactly said stunt was as insane as it is, but todoroki obviously can, and also there’s that thing with todoroki where pulling a reaction out of her ice queen act is admittedly more satisfying than most people. it has jack shit to do with the fact katsuki’s got a very minor complex about todoroki paying her her dues, and even if it did then that’s entirely fucking reasonable considering she still hasn’t forgiven her for the sports fest incident. 

it is a little weird having todoroki’s sole focus on her outside of hero shit, though. it’s not like they really hang out one on one outside of school or work. it’s kind of- unnerving. yeah. unnerving, to be making prolonged eye contact, todoroki’s expression intent but not intense the way she gets in fight scenarios, frowning lightly because she has resting bitch face but apparently genuinely interested. it’s kind of a relief that todoroki asks questions- moves them safely into a conversation, so katsuki’s not just sitting there talking and sort of dry-throated. fucking waiter, leaving them water-less.

it’s fine. they talk about training, and quirks, and then todoroki pushes her hair behind her ears and leans forward to demonstrate on a small scale this thing she’s trying to do where she melts her ice and refreezes it in rapid succession so it causes what is essentially ice rain, but there’s logistics and shit that need to be worked out for it to work the way she’s thinking it might, and katsuki knows her thermal shit so they start scrawling maths over the napkins, and then bicker over the finer points of first year chemistry, so when the food actually arrives to interrupt them todoroki’s startled blink is weirdly relatable, like she also forgot where they were.

the waiter’s there and gone before they’re really recovered from the brief misplacement, which katsuki registers only when she looks down at her empty glass.

“goddamnit- how hard is it to bring us water?”

“they only offer sparkling,” todoroki says, gravely, then outpaces katsuki’s disgust by placing her hand over her glass, ice rising before she switches hands and melts it down. “tell me if the temperature’s off.”

intensely mollified and trying not to look it, katsuki sips it. “’s fine.”

“okay,” todoroki says, faintly pleased, and tilts her head to look down at her food. “i have no idea what any of this is.”

“moron,” katsuki snorts, except it comes out way fonder than it has any rights to, and from beneath the convenient curtain of hair todoroki’s smiling a little, so she hastily stabs a frog leg and gets to eating before anyone gets any ideas.

the actual meal goes okay-ish. most of the stuff todoroki ordered is extremely pretentious french cuisine, and todoroki secretly has the culinary adventurousness of a five year old, so it befalls katsuki to impatiently attempt every dish and pronounce it edible before todoroki will deign to brave it. she’s still trying to bully an unyielding todoroki into attempting the weird bird soup thing when there’s commotion nearby. it takes the both of them approximately three seconds to spring into work-mode; katsuki’s on her feet poised for a fight before she’s even consciously thought about it, scanning her peripherals, and she doesn’t even need to look to feel todoroki unconsciously covering her back, cool sting of air signalling her quirk at the ready. 

the commotion turns out just to be some old dumbass choking, relaxing them both out of their stances as she falls back to let todoroki ahead. they’re both uber-qualified for first aid shit, but she’s self-aware enough to know even todoroki’s bland reassurances are usually preferred to her bedside manner. unfortunately, the whole entourage seems to be braindead, because they’re all crowding the old guy in a panic while he chokes, his wife in shrieking hysterics.

“oh, my god, he’s choking! he’s choking! sugar-plum, stay with me!”

“fuck me,” katsuki mutters, unethically thinking that she would personally prefer choking to being married to someone who calls her sugar-plum, but todoroki’s pushing ahead with implacable calm, so she trudges after her anyways.

“excuse me. excuse me. i need access to your husband.”

“who are you? don’t touch him! help! get this woman off my husband!” wailing hysteric yells, bosom heaving dramatically. katsuki is starting to suspect she poisoned him on purpose or some shit, because no way does anyone talk like that in real life.

“she’s a fucking qualified first aid provider, lady, shut up and let her through!”

thankfully, the woman seems on the verge of an outrage aneurysm, which drags her focus away from suffocating her choking husband to dramatically pointing at katsuki long enough for todoroki to duck past her and reach the guy as he turns purple.

“how dare you speak to me that way? who do you think you are?”

“ma,” chinless moron number one says, clearing his throat. “i think that’s one of those future pros from TV.”

“what?”

“you know, ma,” chinless moron number two adds, glancing nervously between them. “the one that explodes things. you know. from UA.”

katsuki takes great pleasure in watching recognition dawn in the old cow’s beady eyes, but in any event there’s a hacking noise and then the old man’s coughing out a bone into his plate as todoroki steps noiselessly back from the table.

“he’s fine now. enjoy your dinner.”

“god, that was gross,” katsuki says, as they ignore the woman’s sputtering and return to their seats. todoroki tilts her head. 

“not really. if he’d thrown up it would have been.”

“not the choking guy,” katsuki scoffs, casting a glance back his way. “his wife. talk about theatrics.”

“she seemed more afraid of us than her husband dying.”

“for good reason,” katsuki mutters darkly, spreading out in her chair. “i hate civilians.”

“i don’t think she recognised us,” todoroki counters, pensive, and absent-mindedly takes a bite of the weird soup before she screws her face up like a betrayed kid. “oh. you didn’t say it was sweet.”

the look on her face thoroughly distracts katsuki from asking what other reason the pearl-clutcher could possibly have to be so terrified at the mere sight of them; instead, she chokes back a laugh, stifling a grin. “what are you, five?”

“i don’t think i like this,” todoroki says, mournful, which makes katsuki grin harder. she can’t help it- todoroki looking stupid is her kryptonite. 

“then don’t pick a restaurant where you can’t read the menu, next time.”

todoroki’s midway to looking up, but for some reason her expression transforms instantaneously, which makes katsuki reflexively try to quash her amusement. todoroki always gets weird when she’s smiling. 

“next time?”

motherfuck. obviously she didn’t mean next time like next time, she meant next time like- hypothetically, in the future, when todoroki’s on a lunch date with someone else. a lunch non-date. she’s just about stopped sputtering furiously long enough to try and express this sentiment when it occurs to her that todoroki seems- pleased, one eye soft sky-blue when katsuki accidentally meets it, and that draws her up short long enough that she ends up just muttering lamely to herself. fucking todoroki. 

on the heels of this utter embarrassment, she downs the rest of her water, scowls in a neat 180 at everything in sight, and wonders for the first time in her life how the fuck extras get through dates. not that this is one.

it’s fine. they’re done eating, and no one’s died, and katsuki is no longer fifteen and thus mostly trusts her ego to lick its wounds and recover from the ordeal. even if they stick around for desert that’s only another half hour of this to endure. as long as todoroki doesn’t make any sudden moves they’ll be fine.

...the problem is, of course, that sudden moves are todoroki’s modus operandi. katsuki has not forgotten the bitch calling them friends on national television in the same breath that she was vociferously denying them being anything of the sort. in todoroki’s fucked up brain, they’re always ten steps ahead of whatever they actually are- considering katsuki’s come around to privately acknowledging she’d take a couple more stakes through the gut for the asshole, in todoroki’s world they're practically hitched.

platonically. platonically practically hitched. this is not a thing, goddamnit. no matter the weird looks aizawa’s been giving them, or utsushimi’s nefarious schemes, or the alarming cardiopulmonary condition katsuki’s been developing of late. she’s not some shitty yuri protagonist pining over the nearest female bishōnen in her vicinity.

admittedly if she was to pine over anyone it sure as fuck wouldn’t be some guy, but that’s besides the point, since pretty damn near every person on earth is just some guy by her standards, regardless of gender. the fact that todoroki is not one of said people is entirely irrelevant.

her internal irritation is so distracting that she misses the tremors nearby until entirely too late, by which point todoroki’s stupidly perfect brows raise an incremental fraction and she goes: ‘oh’.

when todoroki goes ‘oh’, some shit is about to go down. 

katsuki turns slowly with an impending sense of doom, and sure enough, the sight that greets her is so nightmarish she seriously reconsiders whether the entire day has been just that. 

“don’t freak out,” a giant building-sized deku booms, apologetically, as his hideous giant face stares at them. “it’s just a quirk thing.”

it’s probably a good thing katsuki has gone speechless with outrage, since it permits todoroki’s constantly composed ass to ask useful questions katsuki probably would have coated in a fair amount more threats and cursing.

“midoriya. i didn’t know you were in tokyo.”

“well, i wasn’t meant to be,” deku says/booms like a foghorn, as the restaurant clientele shrieks and stampedes behind them. his sheepish expression is even more punchable when magnified. “it’s a long story. it’s almost sorted out now, though. i just saw you guys from over at the NPA office and thought i’d come ask if you maybe wouldn’t mind lending a hand? i wouldn’t ask but there’s going to be a lot of cleanup and your quirks would be really helpful to-”

“we’ll do it as long as you shut the fuck up,” katsuki yells, to cut him off, massaging her temples. “the monologuing’s bad enough when you’re not about to burst my fucking eardrums, jackass.”

“oh, sorry! i’m trying to be very quiet but this body’s just hard to get used to- thank you so much for helping, i didn’t mean to come bother you on break...”

“it’s fine,” todoroki says, and then seems to realise that her monotone doesn’t reach midoriya’s giant-ass ears and clears her throat, raising her voice to a shout. “it’s fine. let me go deal with the bill and then we’ll go.”

“sorry?” midoriya whisper-shouts, craning his monstrous head closer to them, the sight of which will haunt katsuki for the rest of her life. “i can’t hear what you’re saying!”

“she said she’s going to go pay for our nice fucking lunch,” katsuki hollers, with no small sense of satisfaction, as deku winces and todoroki slinks off. “since you want to come crashing it like a dipshit.”

“sorry, kacchan!” deku begs off, flapping hand gestures creating enough wind to knock over a nearby umbrella stand. “i just thought it would be a lot of help if you came to oversee the fall-out- especially with the building damage-”

“we’re good,” todoroki announces, to katsuki, apparently having given up on matching her in decibels. she’s got that classic hero look on her face, already in work mode, but just when katsuki’s about to do the same and jump into action, the look wavers a little and she frowns vaguely awkwardly. “thanks for doing lunch.”

“huh?” katsuki stutters, thrown, and then scowls at nothing in particular, stalling. todoroki’s the one who paid, albeit indirectly- it’s typically weird of her to be all formal about it all of a sudden, leaving katsuki to attempt to wriggle them out of the awkwardness of the moment. “i didn’t do shit except show up and eat, weirdo.”

“it’s been abnormally hard to show up and eat in the circumstances,” todoroki replies, a little wryly, and more concerningly a little resigned sounding. which is just unnatural, because todoroki may have expanded her range of emotions considerably since first year but resignation is not on her usual roster, and there’s nothing to be resigned about unless she had some kind of vested interest in this whole fiasco playing out any better than it did.

which she didn’t, obviously. katsuki’s been through this. she chose the nearest possible venue and rocked up in jeans and a t-shirt, and- and why is the fact that todoroki never dresses so normally out of class only now occurring to her, again?

she’d said ‘i think this is the part where we do small talk’. the part of what?

“yeah, whatever,” katsuki says, automatically, as her brain plays catch-up, which is the excuse she will forever stick to for what leaves her mouth next. “should have known you’d be a lousy date.”

todoroki goes ‘what?’ at the same moment deku does, ten times louder and more bug-eyed, which reminds katsuki that 1) deku is still there, 2) deku is still as big as his martyr complex, and 3) deku is the fucking worst, and allowing him to trap her into friendship is somehow responsible for this, she’s sure of it. 

“can we go handle this fucking mess or what?” katsuki snaps, instead of screaming or breaking deku’s very large nose or maybe self-immolating in abject humiliation, hands erupting into explosions as she jumps onto the balcony railing. maybe if she throws herself headfirst into the debris she’ll concuss herself and turn amnesiac. 

“um,” deku is saying, when she turns a withering glare his way. “um, yes! yes! yeah! let’s go do that!”

so she jumps skywards, explosions blasting her high into the air, and very scrupulously does not look towards the sounds of slick ice forming just behind her until todoroki skates into her peripheral vision, hair waving flag-like behind her. ahead there’s a building with a crater clean through it where deku must have erupted from, though when she turns to comment she finds him a fair deal behind them, lumbering pace slowed further as he avoids stepping on anyone or anything along the streets. instead her eyes lock on todoroki’s where the latter is staring at her, face unreadable, and she bristles hard enough to disrupt trajectory, correcting course rapidly before she plummets into an office.

“what?”

“i’m a lousy date,” todoroki repeats, neutrally, over the wind. katsuki grits her teeth.

“and what about it?”

she’s bracing for a lot, but not the horrible, sickening eye-crinkle thing todoroki does, dark eye twinkling even as her expression stays carefully impassive. “you think you can do better, then?”

“hah?”

“next time,” todoroki intones, very precisely, and then dips ahead like a complete coward as katsuki goes a color never previously visible to the human eye, sifting through about fifteen emotions before she decides to stick to outrage.

“what the hell? you suck at asking people out, icyhot!”

“you don’t have to say yes.”

“what, you think i can’t do better than this mess? you’re on, asshole.”

“i look forward to it,” todoroki says, gravely, and then there’s a collapsed building to handle and shit to do and if anyone wants to ask why katsuki is so especially gleeful in blowing shit up they wisely keep their mouths shut. she just likes the job, all right.

(for the record, it’s still not a date until katsuki says it is.)

[calypsoff]

Eight. Part 2

Sitting in the SUV “I need you both to ring every hospital in Virginia for me, I Googled searched and there is thirty six” Jen and Mel just stared at me dumbfounded like I was talking crazy but at this moment I am, I just got rid of Jay Brown and said I would meet him later which I won’t be, I need them to help me on this “what has happened?” Jen asked “I have been hating him every day since he was ignoring my message to only find out he is in hospital, I need to see him, but he doesn’t want to tell me where, I didn’t ask because he is stubborn. Now please, I need to see him. Ring every hospital and say you’re his wife, I will do the same. Please do it for me” I know I sound like I have lost my mind, but I care for him no matter the circumstance we are at right now, I really care for him “he, meaning Chris?” Jen asked “yes, I am speaking on Chris. Just please, his name is Christopher Maurice Brown, he was in a coma, so I am guessing ICU, not sure but please find him for me” Mel rubbed my arm “you really do love him?” Mel said “I always have but I can always put my feelings aside, I have grown used to doing it because I didn’t know where he went but I do now, I just get angry with him. I am going to go back to Virginia and see him. Jay Brown can kiss my ass, Rich is booking me a ticket. I don’t know what happened, but he is in hospital. I don’t care, he is my friend and I care for him. I would do the same for you both, you know I would. I am just that kind of friend to you all, but with him he is my friend and also my lover, please girls” Jen and Mel look so concerned “we will come with you?” shaking my head “I have Rich, I will get back quick. Just ring them and find out, I am starting now” he is stubborn and if I ask him he will never say it because he doesn’t want me there, he has no choice now.

Mel is clicking her fingers in my face all wide eyed, but can she just tell me, I think she has found out “thank you so much, I thought he moved that is all. I have been away, but I will see him soon, thank you” Mel put the phone down “so found him, I had to talk so much shit to her. He is at the Virginia Hospital Center, he is in the critical care part. They are allowing visitors and she said he is awake, and also that he is having some scans today so he may be away from his room, but you can come along” thank you god “thank you so much Mel! I better get going, I need to get on the first flight out there” Mel pointed behind me, looking behind and seeing Rich. He opened the car door “not another flight until three hours, so I got a jet booked for as soon as possible. That will be quicker” I guess so “thank you, I will go now but I Wil call you both. Just wait for me here. I will be back” Mel leaned over hugging me “you honestly do love him; I am shocked but yet impressed. You love someone” I chuckled “thanks, love you both” holding Jen’ hand smiling at her “go and see him, put your mind at rest. Hope he is ok” I hope he is too, sighing out.

“Please don’t try and touch your head” the nurse navigated my hand back down, I feel like so much is happening, I was asleep, but they are putting me in for scans and I just noticed my leg is in a cast, I am so tired that I just didn’t notice till I wiggled my toes, now I feel like shit “is it bad?” I asked, “what is?” she asked “me? Is there something mentally wrong?” the nurse smiled at me “not mentally wrong, if there is you wouldn’t be speaking to me, we want to make sure your head is ok one hundred percent” she is right “why am I so tired then, what happened to my leg? And my fingers?” she may have more answers “so you are taking them of to check?” I asked “yes, check your whole body for anything else broken properly. With you being in an induced coma we didn’t want to move the body too much, but you are awake now, not to worry” she said not to worry but she is saying I am broken, this is going to be so long. I know it now, this recovery is going to be longer than I assumed it would be, I am in a state of shock and also pain, I feel my mind is trying to catch up with everything that happened to me, but it’s just too much. I would like to know what I was hit with “let me know if you feel any type of discomfort, we are taking the bandage off your head now” nodding my head, will my head come apart, this is scary.

I properly look like a spoilt child right now, but they are right my left hand pinkie is finger bone is broken, my leg is broken, and I don’t know about my head. They bandaged it back up again “I hate this” I really do, I am just here in this bed “when will I get back to normal” looking to the side of me “let’s think of the positives, you are alive ok? Bones will heal, the doctor will come and speak to you about the rest. You need to just rest and not think of everything else; you are doing too much thinking. Rest is key?” I sniggered “bills don’t get paid ma’am, I will probably get beat again and I will be back” laughing to myself “I don’t think your body can take another, looking at your records from last time you got hit it was also head injury. You need to be more careful with yourself, love yourself” I feel like an invilid on this bed “and the porter is here, we will get you back to your room. I think you should be happier and feel more blessed that you are here in this world Chris. But the doctor will be with you and he can then discuss what he has seen and if there is anything serious ok?” nodding my head “see you soon I guess” I mumbled “you will, take him back to his room for me thank you” I sighed out heavily.

It sucks that nobody is here, they all went home of course. I mean I was gone for tests for hours, so I don’t’ blame them, now I am alone here. I just have Netflix on my phone, TJ downloaded me some shit to watch but my mind is not in it. I just keep thinking back to when I left the house, my parents’ home. I didn’t see anyone around, I literally was walking to my car and then some nigga just started calling me a snitch, I knew from then on shit was going south. I was beating that nigga up, I was doing so well. I was beating his ass so bad and then that was it, now I am here. So whoever he was he had a crew with him, sad part is this is cousin that is doing this to me. He blames me and I blame him for getting me in this shit, his whole family hate me which is my family of course. I need to think, I need to think about leaving this place because I can’t get beat up again, I really can’t. Resting my head back on the pillow, I need to care for myself. The nurse is right, I do need to care for myself and just want better for me. Locking my phone, I am tired so I will just sleep.

“Excuse me, Chris” my eyes shot open “huh!” I spat moving back seeing this huge black guy hovering over me “sorry” he stepped back, my eyes bulged out near scared for my life “if you here to kill me then you should have done it in my sleep” the fuck is he “I am not here for that, I was just waking you up. It’s Rich, we met in New York, we may have crossed paths?” squinting my eyes at him “I am Rihanna’ bodyguard” my face softened, my heart is beating even hard then it was. Looking around the room “I just come to scope out the room, is anyone else here with you?” shaking my head “no, wait. Is she here?” I am expecting to see her face “I don’t want her here, please tell me she isn’t. I really don’t want her to see me bro” he laughed “she found you, your wife that is. You’re married to her now, she got her way like that but yeah, she is here. I will get her now but is anyone else here?” shaking my head, I am palpating right now “did she really come here, look at me” he shrugged walking, he is laughing at me, but I am not happy. I can’t even deal, I am not prepared for this, I am here peeing in a bag and Robyn is here.

I would like to get out of the bed and make myself look a little better, shit is a mess, and she is here to see me. I am shaking, I am nervous to see her after speaking to Barry about shit that happened, I feel like I know what I want but we need to speak and she is here, my heart right now. They will be here soon; I mean it’s been about five minutes. She has come here, and she could get caught, she is crazy for doing this, but I am shocked, this has bought on a whole new feeling to me, my beard has grown, I look a mess. Even I couldn’t bring myself to take a selfie that is how bad I look, I took in a sharp breath as my head turned to the door, it opened “I will stand outside, keep an eye on who comes. Don’t be long” hearing her bodyguard say, she is actually here. I feel emotional, she came here for me. She took time out to search for me, when she said she would search for me she meant it with her whole heart. I feel teary about this, pushing her hood back as she came into the room. She froze near the door, but it closed behind her, she is staring at me I think in shock, she took her shades off. She is wearing my snapback, I forgot she took that “I told you I would find you” nodding my head, I look terrible and she looks so good as always.

Robyn slowly made her way to me, ever so slowly. She is drinking in every part of me, I don’t know what to say. I feel her aura again, I can feel her. When she is close to me I malfunction and now I feel it again, she is here playing with my mind. I can sense the hurt, staring at her intently “I have been hating you every day when you didn’t contact me. Every waking moment I woke up I just hated you not knowing you was here, not knowing what happened to you. And all along you was here, I am hurt and to see you in this state has made me hurt even more. Then the conversation hit me, you said it. You told me that those people are after you still, I am happy to see you alive, but I am hurting so much. I care about you and I was going to come to see you, whether you wanted me too or not” watching Robyn look me up and down, she looks in pain “I was in Miami, but I came here straight away, I lied about a lot but I am here. This is why I say to you life is too short to play games, you know but you’re here and awake” Robyn is speaking so much to me, I am just here mute and in shock that she is here, she came. I didn’t expect her to be here, she came. Robyn reached her hand over and lightly brushed the back of her hand over my cheek, our eyes met, and we just stared at each other in complete silence, when you have so many things to say and you just can’t bring yourself to say it, this is the moment. The look in her eyes, she is hurt “I missed you” I admitted, I missed her so much, and I just want to explode because I am full of feelings.

[yellowsugarwords]

Walking Dead Game FanFiction - “Party Time”

Title: Party Time Characters: Clementine, Marlon, Louis, Violet, Minerva, Duck, Brody Summary: In a high school au, Clementine, the new shy girl, ends up at a high school party with Duck the jock, Marlon the edgy boy, and Louis the theatre kid. Slowly developing feelings for Clementine, Marlon and Louis scheme to get Duck out of the picture with Clementine remains completely oblivious. The entire time, Violet and Minerva watch everything unfold from the sidelines. Author's Note: This actually turned out so great omggggg I’m so HAPPY with it Requested By: Anonymous support me with ko-fi ♡ ---------♥️♥️♥️----------

Clementine hated parties. More so, she hated the people that were at said parties.

Before she had moved, that was all that kids in her school did: got drunk, got high, repeat. They were never interested in art, or books, or film. Nothing like what she was into. She stuck out like a sore thumb.

She had hoped that Savannah would be different but so far, seeing as she had only been there for a week and a half and already she was invited to a “we won a single football game and therefore need to all get drunk” party, her hope was dissipating quickly.

Unlike any other school she had ever been to, there weren’t set cliques: the cool kids, the smokers, the rocker kids, etc. Instead, here, everyone was mixed in. The average clique had a bit of everything, and Clementine couldn’t tell if she loved or hated it.

Realistically, it meant she had a better chance of finding a group to hang out with. However, the added stress of not having an obvious target group to seek out was daunting. Where did one seek to find their place in a school where everyone already had it figured themselves out?

Within her first few minutes at the party, Clem could tell she was in for trouble. Everyone had already sorted themselves out into their respective groups, and she sat in the middle of a coach, talking to nobody, sipping away at her lemon water like a total idiot.

“Dude, have you seen the new girl yet?”

Marlon could feel his shoulder rattle as Louis jostled it. “New girl?” Marlon groaned, adjusting the earring that the contact had tugged at. Maybe it was because Louis was the school’s prized theater kid, but he had a tendency to be exuberant with every motion. The charm of it was what originally had drawn them to one another, but more often than not these days, Marlon just found it to be grating.

Louis turned, giving Marlon a skeptical once over. “You mean you haven’t?”

Marlon stared at him, brows raised, confused at the weird way he was acting. “No, I haven’t. Can you chill out? It’s just a girl. Who cares.”

“You should and I do,” Louis scoffed, his shirt fabric twinkling under the dim living room lighting. Louis always dressed up when he went anywhere. Theater kids.

His glimmer wasn’t thanks to him alone. The party was hosted at the rich girl’s house — Minerva, head of the art club. Apparently her parents left town for the weekend and put her in charge. It was big news around school that they hadn’t taken kindly to hearing about her girlfriend, Violet, and Minerva made a big spectacle about her “revenge house party” to get back at them.

A high school student body didn’t need a reason to party, but for revenge? As if any of them would say no.

Marlon rolled his eyes. “I’m not interested.”

“In girls? Guys? Or do you mean you’re not interested in anybody?”

Marlon gave him a daring look. To anyone else, the look would be horrifying, seeing as head-to-toe Marlon was dressed like he was out to kill — black jeans, a leather jacket, thick black boots and a chain earring on his left ear — but it didn’t phase Louis. It never did. He knew what a softie the guy was, despite his dark exterior.

“Come on,” Louis groaned. “She’s sitting right there on the couch. Just look.” Flicking Marlon’s cheek, pushing his stare in the right direction, Marlon finally set his sights on the girl of the hour.

He swirled his drink in his palm as he studied her, taking in the awkward way she was sitting on the couch, wedged between a couple making out and a two girls taking a hoard of Snapchat selfies and deleting every one. She didn’t seem comfortable, and she stuck out like a sore thumb in her jean overalls and lemon-print t-shirt.

Despite the flit of his lip — the way it faintly tugged upward as he studied her — he turned back to Marlon and forced his expression to become cold again. “She’s alright.”

Louis scoffed, fiddling with the unbuttoned buttons on his shirt. “Right, I’m sorry, I forgot that you only like girls with three layers of eyeliner and piercings from head-to-toe.”

Marlon shot him a glare.

Louis accepted it. He wasn’t about to act like he didn’t deserve it, but he also wasn’t about to act like he wasn’t right.

“She doesn’t seem happy. How am I supposed to know what she’s like from staring at the uncomfortable way she’s sitting?”

Louis smirked, picking up on every part of his attempted cover-up. His gaze turned back to the couch and his relaxed, teasing body began to stiffen. Marlon, whose focus was stuck to him, shifted to see what, or who, he was staring at.

The couple on Clementine’s left separated from what felt like the decades of sucking at each other's faces. Peeling away, Louis and Marlon could both see that it was the head of the football team - nicknamed Duck - and the head of the debate team, Brody.

“Excuse me?” Brody snapped, her gaze harrowing in on the male.

Duck shrugged, taking hold of her hips as he attempted to tug her closer, wanting to place her back on his lips.

She scoffed, forcing him away harder this time. “I said no, creep. Stop trying to shove your hand down my pants.”

Duck scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “Come on, loosen up a little—”

Once again, Brody swatted his hand away. “No means no, asshole.” She scoffed, pushing herself to her feet and trotting away, fixing her hair as she went.

Even though they were a decent distance away, and could only just barely make out what the two were saying, Louis and Marlon could very clearly see Duck call her a bitch. Louis scoffed, leaning back into the wall. “What an ass.”

“What else is new?” Marlon scoffed, taking another swing of the event’s cheap beer. Although Minerva’s family had money, her and Violet had a limited budget. The event was purely for popularity. As if they were going to spend decent money to get party-goers anything better than the cheapest beer they could get in mass and frail red solo cups. He groaned as it slid down his throat. It was disgusting, but at least it had the promise of keeping him tipsy.

“Hey guys!”

Glancing up from their drinks, over trotted Minerva, dressed up to the nines, with Violet being pulled along behind her. One of the weirdest parts about Violet and Minerva’s relationship was how polar opposite they seemed, and yet how perfectly they got along. Minerva was always dolled up, and always came to school looking like a Barbie fresh out of the packaging — not a hair out of place, not an item of clothing smudged. On the opposite side, Violet was always late, wore the same outfit 3 days out of the week, and was regularly known to smoke behind the school instead of going to class. Yet somehow, whenever they were together, they fit like the perfect couple.

“Are you guys enjoying the party?” Minerva asked, smile beaming. From slightly to her right, Violet turned to her and smiled, smitten as could be.

Louis smiled. “We are, thanks for hosting Minnie.”

Minnie shrugged and waved her hand, the small solo cup of wine — the least classy thing they had ever seen her with — jostling in her hand. If she was forcing everyone to drink out of solo cups, she was going to as well. That was just the type of person she was. “It’s not a problem. My parents owe me one.”

Throughout their conversation, Marlon didn’t detach his stare from Clementine. Duck, directly at her side, was prowling for his next victim. Marlon could feel his stomach twist watching, and hated what he knew would inevitably occur.

“Marlon?”

Finally, he snapped out of his trance, his gaze dragging from the couch to the girl standing before him. Awkwardly he cleared his throat, turning to Louis for help. All he did was smirk. “Yeah, yeah, the party’s been great.”

Violet turned, peering over her girlfriend’s shoulder and spotting Clementine, staring down at the water cup in her hand and watching it swirl. Violet chuckled. “So, you like Clementine, huh?”

“What?” Marlon scoffed. This would’ve been so much easier if Louis — the socially competent one out of the two of them — would’ve stepped up to help him. “No, that’s not it.”

“Clementine?” Minerva asked, eyeing up Louis. “The new girl?” Louis nodded and gestured behind her and, after swirling around and spotting her, she swiveled back. “Oh her! She seems quiet.”

“She is,” Louis said, nodding. “She hasn't said a word to anyone the entire time she's been here.”

Minerva frowned. “Do you think she’s not having fun?”

“I’m sure she’s just shy, Minnie.” Violet said, jostling her shoulder. “She’s new, she just doesn't know anyone here yet.”

Watching Duck turn, his eyes widening spotting the unarmed girl to his side, Marlon could feel all his relaxed muscles dissipate. “That’s what I’m worried about.” Sensing the attention drift, the rest of their group turned to see what Marlon was analyzing.

Louis, picking up on his friend’s stress, spotted the sight. “Oh jeez,”

“I’m on it,” Violet sighed, patting Minerva on the shoulder and making her way to the couch. Just as Duck was reaching his hand out, ready to tap an unknowing Clementine on the shoulder, Violet wandered up and slapped the male on the leg. “Wrestle me.”

Duck scoffed, eyeing up Violet hesitantly. The two of them had been teamed up on sports since elementary school — anywhere from basketball to badminton — so Violet challenging him was nothing new. But in the middle of a party? That was new. “Wrestle you?” He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Vi. I’m not about to embarrass you in front of everyone.”

Violet felt her eyebrow twitch. Despite being in school with him for years, she still knew he was an ass. “Come on, Duck. Grow a pair, huh?”

That did it, and Violet knew it would.

Duck scoffed, heaving himself to his feet. “Backyard. Let’s go.”

Violet smirked, crossing her arms cheekily and starting for the back doors.

The buzz of the match swept through the living room, and while a handful of people slipped out to watch, Louis and Marlon weren’t some of them.

Minerva sighed. “Well, I guess I’d better go keep an eye on that.” Lifting a hand, giving the two a little wave, she gathered Violet’s abandoned cup and started for the door. “Talk later!” She called over her shoulder.

Just as she vanished, Louis jostled Marlon’s arm. “Let’s go talk to her.”

“Talk? To Clementine?”

“Yes!” Louis scoffed, arms waving, his rum and coke jostling. “There’s no Duck getting in the way, we can finally go and see what she’s like.”

Marlon said nothing, only faintly scrunched his nose and wavered from foot to foot.

Louis scoffed, tugging on his friend’s jacket and jumping down to the now-vacant seat on the couch. There was only the one, seeing as the girls clouding the other side weren’t too interested in watching an unprofessional wrestling match out back, but Louis decided the proximity wouldn’t bother either of them. Hopefully, it wouldn’t bother her.

“You’re Clementine, right?” He asked, speaking before sliding himself down into the spot beside her.

She glanced up, blinking meekly at the two towering before her. As suspected, her shoulders curled at Marlon’s appearance. “Yeah? Do I know you guys?” Her voice was so soft over the music, like it was made of glass. It made Louis want to hold them. It made Marlon, even more so, want to keep Duck and his grimy hands away from her.

“Probably not,” Louis offered with a faint chuckle, watching as Marlon took a seat in front of her on the coffee table, clutching his beer can between his legs. “We just noticed you were sitting all alone and wanted to bring some company. You’re new, right?”

“Yeah,” she breathed faintly. “I just moved from Roswell.”

Louis smiled. “Welcome to Savannah. I hope our classmates haven’t brought you too much trouble.”

Clementine gave a small smile, shrugging her shoulders, her stature loosening given their pleasant conversation. “No, but I think they’re going to be bringing each other a bit of it.”

Marlon gave a faint smile. “Yeah, that’s kinda Duck’s style.”

“Violence?” Clem questioned.

“No, trouble.”

Clementine smiled, a giggle escaping her. Marlon and Louis, although it was only for a flicker, made eye contact. They agreed, silently, that it was the cutest sound they’d ever heard.

“So, have you talked to a lot of people here?”

Clementine’s smile faded slightly. “No, I’m not really great when it comes to putting myself out there.”

“You came tonight,” Louis said with a shrug, tapping Marlon on the knee to back him up. “That’s putting yourself out there, especially in a new city.”

Marlon nodded, swirling his beer can passively. “That’s already a step above a lot of people. Give yourself some credit,”

Clementine’s eyes widened faintly, so faintly that Louis couldn’t see under the dim lighting, but Marlon — the one meeting her gaze — could. “You think?”

Marlon smiled. It was cute how innocent she was when it came to social interaction. “Of course,” he offered, a chuckle escaping. “You’re doing great. You’re talking to us, aren’t you?”

Louis smiled, impressed at how swiftly his friend was taking to her. Although, they both knew that was largely in part thanks to Clementine being easy to talk to and not due to Marlon’s social skills improving. “Yeah,” Louis furthered. “You’ve already made 2 new friends.”

Clementine turned, mouth propped open, as if ready to question the statement. Just as she was about to speak, just as she was about to question if they were being serious, she was silenced.

“Sorry boys, I believe that’s my seat.”

Glancing up, the three spotted Duck, covered in grass stains. His arms were crossed, and his toothy grin gleamed even through the faint lighting. Violet, also covered in grass stains, was standing a few paces behind him being tidied up by Minerva, too preoccupied to notice.

“I believe this is a party, and people can sit wherever they want.” Louis countered.

Marlon rolled his eyes, taking a long swing of beer. Duck wasn’t worth the effort it took to belittle him, but he’d be damned if they were about to give up their spot next to Clementine for Duck to swipe it.

“I called spot check,” Duck claimed, arms crossed.

Louis scrunched his nose. Duck knew Louis was a stickler for party rules. Spot checking? That was rule number 1, and they all knew Louis wasn’t about to break it. With a huff, he shot up to his feet. “Fine,” he scoffed. “Come on Clementine,”

“Oh no no no,” Duck said, his hand latching onto Louis’ shoulder just as he was helping Clem to her feet, and just as Marlon stood to assist in their transition. “She stays.”

Clementine immediately tensed. Even though he wasn't looking at her, Marlon could feel it. “Ease off Duck, she’s allowed to go wherever she wants.” He snapped, feeling a twitch of rage. He spoke about her as if she was a potted plant rather than a person.

Duck scoffed, releasing Louis. “Nice to know that when Marlon finally speaks it’s to show support for feminism,” he laughed. “Nice to see you supporting your own kind.”

Marlon furrowed his brows. Just when he thought Duck couldn’t make himself look like a bigger ass, he went ahead and did it.

“Duck, just knock it off, okay?” Louis scoffed, arms out, pleading with the guy. “We’re all here to have a good time. There’s no need for you to start acting like an asshole.”

“Excuse you?”

Marlon smirked. “Sorry, he meant to say that you never stopped acting like an asshole.” Marlon could tell that one made Clementine’s shoulders tense even more. A part of him felt bad that she was tossed in the middle of all this.

“Excuse you?” Duck asked, leering toward the male. “Rich talk coming from the quiet kid,”

Marlon didn’t flinch, even when Clementine slithered farther behind him. Maybe it would be better for her to just go home. Maybe coming to the party was a mistake. Just as she started for the door, ready to set down her cup and get out, she was spotted.

“Awe, come on girly, where ya going?” Duck called, causing her motions to freeze. “Are the weirdos freaking you out? Don’t worry,” forcing himself between the two of them, he reached out for her. “I’ll keep you awake from them.”

Turning around, feeling a hand creep up on her back and shoulder, Clementine could feel her skin crawl. Could she force him away? Would he listen? He sure hadn’t been listening to anyone else who had been telling him off. What made her any different?

“That’s enough of that, asshole.”

Clementine watched as Marlon jetted his elbow into Duck’s side, causing his grip on her shoulder to vanish. Just as the grip was lost, Louis swept up beside her, making sure to hold his hands out in front of her, demonstrating that he didn’t mean harm. “Are you okay?” He hushed.

Clementine said nothing, she was too worried and shaken. Instead, she just nodded.

It was then, staring at the terrified quiver in her eyes, did Louis realize just how different she was. Just how much better she was than the rest of the school.

At first glance, they’d approached Clementine because she was cute. It didn’t take long for them to realize that she was more than that. She was special. In a city full of stuck up teens, and in a high school that promoted pompous popularity over generosity, Clementine brought a stark contrast to it all.

They didn’t want to flirt with her. Hell, the two of them didn’t even want to date her. They wanted to keep her safe. They wanted to keep her away from the cruel world of high school. As far as they were concerned, they were there to save her.

“Come on Clem,” Louis said, taking her arm and guiding her away. “We’ll take you home.”

“Are you sure?” She asked, voice wavering and fragile. “I don’t want to take you guys away.”

“We don’t care about being here,” Marlon said, whisking the front door open and placing a hand on Clem’s shoulder as Louis guided her out. “We’d much rather walk you home than stay with this mess.”

Clementine’s eyes widened as she was escorted out of the house, one of the boys on either side of her. For the first time since she had entered that night, she felt safe. She felt as if someone had her back.

It was then, as the two guided her down the street back to her home, did she know that Savannah was going to be different from Roswell. Savannah was going to feel like home.

Because finally, finally, she had friends. ---------♥️♥️♥️----------

[moonbeambucky]

Trick or Treat

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2322 Warnings: fluff, smut

Summary: The aftermath of Bucky’s mission changes your Halloween plans but you make the best of it with a treat.

A/N: This is my submission for @bucky-plums-barnes 8,000 Followers Writing Challenge. My prompt was “You really do go all out don’t you?” Reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated! gif source (x)

Bucky chuckled as he walked up the pathway of your house, taking note of the faux headstones on the lawn accompanied by skeletal hands seemingly crawling out of the ground. Cauldrons of varying sizes filled with skulls and bones flanked the steps leading up the porch, with carved pumpkins lined up on the ledge of the railing.

A simple black wreath was hung on the front door and in the corner beside it the urn that normally held colorful flowers was replaced was dull moss and dead twigs whose branches stuck out like creepy fingers reaching out to grab someone. A single black crow sat among them, ominously watching Bucky climb the stairs.

Bats were hanging from above your porch, swaying back and forth from the gusts of wind as an eerie fog spread across the floorboards, no doubt from the machine you insisted upon buying much to Bucky’s confusion. Halloween was never his favorite holiday but he found your enthusiasm endearing.

A group of young children moved passed him, quickly running up the steps to ring your doorbell. Bucky smiled seeing you open the door, dressed as Cinderella in a beautiful ice blue gown. “Trick or treat!” the costumed youngsters eagerly yelled. His heart swelled watching you interact with them, handing out generous amounts of candy. You were a true princess, caring and kindhearted, and he felt so lucky to have your love.

Your eyes caught his gaze and a wide smile stretched across your face. The kids ran past Bucky again as he approached your steps. “Hi Y/N.”

“You’re supposed to say ‘trick or treat’, now you’re not getting any candy,” you teased turning the bowl away from Bucky.

He didn’t need any of that when he could help himself to the sweetness of your lips, closing the door for some privacy behind him. The silk of your gloved hand caressed his beard as your tongues met in a passionate tango; with Bucky smiling as you broke apart at the lingering taste of chocolate you had just eaten.

It was hard to keep his eyes off you especially when you looked so incredible in your costume but he couldn’t help straying away as he realized he was surrounded by more decorations. Your home’s interior was equally decorated.

Black lace was draped over the fireplace mantle, with tall black candlesticks, small white pumpkins and an assortment of apothecary jars filled with moss, rubber spiders and other spooky items scattered around. Ghoulish portraits were grouped around a sign that read “Tomb Sweet Tomb.”

“You really do go all out don’t you?” he said, taking everything in before sitting on the couch.

“You know it’s my favorite!” It was true, Halloween was your favorite holiday and your ever expanding collection of decorations and costumes were undoubted proof. “Are you ready for Angela’s party? Your costume’s in the bedroom,” you continued.

Bucky chewed on his bottom lip as his face tensed with unease. “Please don’t be mad doll but I’m just not feeling up to it.”

You couldn’t help the way your whole body sank with disappointment. This was something you were really looking forward to especially with Bucky who was supposed to have been Prince Charming. Reeling in your pouting lip, you realized how childish you were acting. Bucky didn’t need a costume, he’s been your Prince Charming every day since you met.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I know you wanted to go but I’m still feeling some aches from the mission.”

Your eyebrows rose with concern, “Are you okay? What happened?” you asked frantically, looking over his body for injuries.

He took your hand in his, placing a gentle kiss to the top of it. “It’s nothing Y/N, I just landed wrong.”

“Aww baby, let me take care of you,” you cooed, opening your arms for Bucky to step into your embrace.

A light went off in your head and you bit your lip to hold back a smirk and Bucky cocked his head curiously. He opened his mouth to question the reason for the emerging sparkle in your eyes before the ringing doorbell interrupted him. You asked him to give out the candy while you excused yourself, practically running to your bedroom before he could protest.

He handled the small group of trick or treaters, giving out candy and taking selfies with everyone but all Bucky really wanted was to be with you. He went looking for you, finding your bedroom door locked. Your voice shouted through the door that you would be right out so Bucky shuffled back into the living room, sitting down again and flipping through various horror movies playing on TV as he waited.

You stood in the hallway behind Bucky, clearing your throat to alert him of your presence and when he turned his neck to look back at you his jaw dropped. Since Bucky wasn’t feeling well you thought it was best that a nurse look after him, swapping your princess costume for a short white dress with a red zipper going down the front. Red crosses adorned the collar and matching cap. You wore white thigh high stockings and red patent leather pumps.

You beckoned him with your finger, “I’m ready for my patient,” you said in a husky whisper, beckoning him with your finger.

Bucky jumped up immediately, following you like a stray as you led him back to the bedroom. You sat him down on the edge of the bed, loving the way he stared at you with lust in his eyes.

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well today Mr. Barnes but as your nurse I’m here to do anything I can to make you better.”

“Anything?” Bucky repeated, smirking. You didn’t need any medical tools to see his dark pupils blown wide with desire.

Walking over to him you held his face lightly and pressed your lips to his forehead, lingering for a few moments before pursing your lips into a kiss. “You feel warm, but…” you began innocently fanning yourself with your hand, “It’s pretty hot in here.”

Unzipping the front of your dress down midway you revealed your red lace bra. Bucky sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. You turned around to grab a stethoscope from the dresser, bending over to give him a full view of your ass, your cheeks hanging out from the matching panties. Placing the tool around your neck you ran your fingers up and down Bucky’s shirt. Slowly you undid the buttons and took it off him. Running your hands on exposed chest, you felt his firm muscles tense under your touch.

You placed the end of the stethoscope on his chest, pretending you could hear something through the plastic. “Your heart’s beating fast.”

“Mmm and my blood feels like it’s really pumping Nurse Y/N,” he chuckled, raising his eyebrows up.

You dropped your head to smile, trying to get back into your sexy character. “You had an injury Mr. Barnes, is that correct?” you asked, gently brushing the plastic end against his hard nipples. He shivered with delight as he nodded yes.

“I need to check for nerve damage.” You took his hands and brought them to your chest, “Can you feel this?” you asked, motioning his hands to knead your breasts.

“It’s hard to tell,” he lied, continuing to grope your chest over your bra.

Taking a step backwards you slowly pulled the zipper down all the way. Bucky moaned palming his erection as he watched you undress, standing before him now in your matching lingerie. You unhooked your bra revealing yourself to him. His needy hands resumed their position, cupping your breasts in his large hands, rubbing circles around your stiff nipples, lightly pinching them.

“And now?” you asked seeing the joy on his face as he kneaded your breasts. He licked his lips before taking your nipple into his mouth, swirling his warm tongue around it, sucking softly. He kissed his way to your other breast, gently biting your nipple before flicking his tongue over it. You let out a cry of ecstasy, feeling the heat pooling in your core.

You told him to take off his pants and lay on the bed, he carefully pulled them down over the tent in his boxers. Continuing your examination you gently placed your hands on his chest down to his stomach asking if he felt any pain. You rubbed along his clothed erection and he hissed with delight.

A coy smile spread across your face. “Let me take a closer look at this.”

Hooking your hands in the waistband of his boxers, Bucky lifted his hips to help you pull them off; his thick cock slapped against his stomach with an audible thud. You crawled on the bed, staring up at him as your hand wrapped around his thick shaft. Your mouth watered as you stroked him, swiping your thumb along his sensitive head, spreading the beads of his precum.

Wetting your lips first you let your tongue slide up and down his rock hard length and swirled your tongue around his smooth head as he cried out. You took him into your mouth slowly, humming around him you bobbed up and down on his thick cock that stretched your mouth out in the best way.

Bucky moaned louder as your pace increased with a steady rhythm taking him deeper each time, relaxing your throat so his tip slid as far back as you could handle.

“Ohh fuck Y/N, t-that feels s-so good,” he panted.

Holding the base of his cock you pumped your other hand quickly around his tip. Bucky stared at you, naked except for your nurse’s cap and stockings, biting his lips as you smiled with his cock in your hands. You went to his balls, sucking his heavy sac into your mouth while your hands began working corkscrew motions.

You could feel his body growing tense so you took him back into your mouth, making eye contact as you hollowed your cheeks around him. The coil inside him tightened until he couldn’t take it anymore; Bucky growled your name as his released his hot load.

Wiping the corners of your mouth you panted as you climbed on top of him, pressing your swollen lips to his in a feverish kiss. The cool sensation of Bucky’s metal hand on your back felt nice against your warm skin.

“How do you feel now?” you asked, running your hand along his chest.

He sighed, “Amazing… but,” his fingertips lightly skimmed down your back, “I didn’t eat anything today.”

“I think we should fix that,” you said, sitting up as Bucky slid down the mattress. You straddled his face as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, kissing and biting each side before he licked a broad stripe up your pussy.

“Mmmm baby you’re soaked,” he remarked before he continued dragging his tongue from your entrance to your clit.

You threaded your fingers through his hair gripping down as he flicked his tongue over your bundle of nerves before sucking gently. The screams from the movie in the other room masked your cries of ecstasy as you felt your release building almost immediately.

Bucky suctioned his warm mouth over your folds, sucking harshly as you rocked your hips against his face, holding the headboard for balance. The vibrations of his moans sent waves of pleasure through your body. You ran your fingers through your hair knocking off your nurses cap, arching your back as your orgasm ripped through you, screaming his name as your legs shook around him.

His dick was hard again as he lapped up your juices, quelling his insatiable desire for just a moment. With jelly replacing your legs Bucky eased you onto your back, waiting for you to catch your breath again before he could steal it away. Like a magnet he was drawn to you, peppering kisses onto your neck before capturing your lips again. His tongue swept across your bottom lip, meeting your own as you deepened the kiss.

He rocked his hips and you felt his solid frame between your thighs. Reaching down, he rubbed his cock on your wetness before pushing into you agonizingly slow feeling every ridge and vein as he entered you. He set a languid pace, rocking your hips together as he pushed in and out of your wet heat. Hooking your legs around him, you cried out as the friction of the new angle rubbed against your oversensitive clit. You quickly came undone, clenching around him. Bucky’s head fell to your shoulder, your pulsing walls set off his own orgasm. Moaning your name through heavy grunts, he exploded inside of you, coating your velvet walls with jets of hot cum.

Bucky kissed you, softly and slowly as you both came down from your high. He rolled onto his back and you curled up next to him resting your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his chest as he pulled you in tight.

“And how is my patient feeling?” you asked, letting your mouth slowly curve into a smile.

“Incredible.” Bucky kissed your forehead. “Fuck Y/N you are one sexy nurse,” he said, the warmth of his hand rubbing across your goosebumped skin.

“Well there’s a lot more where that came from. I can be sexy witch, a French maid or Elvis.”

Bucky turned to face you, squinting in funny confusion as he smiled from ear to ear, chuckling, “A sexy Elvis?”

“Yeah babe, I’m a hunk of burning love,” you said with a horrible Elvis impersonation, curled lip and all.

Bucky shook his head chuckling again. “Trick or treat?” he softly asked, breaking the silence that fell over the room.

“Treat,” you replied, smiling back at his sparkling eyes. Bucky was hoping you’d say that, and tilting his head down he pressed his soft lips to yours for a slow and loving kiss, the best treat of all.

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Black Lightning 1.04: Give Me the Green Light

Previously on Black Lightning, Anissa put together her own training montage, Grace Choi stole our hearts, Khalil asked Jennifer to go steady, and we met the actual ruler of the streets, Lady Eve!

Welcome to episode 4 of Black Lightning where the Green Light is flowing and our characters say “I’m bi” out loud with their mouths! We begin at Garfield High where students are frantic because there’s a boy in the bathroom transforming into a werewolf? Or something? Jefferson goes to check it out, the student (whose name we learn is Bernard) attacks Jefferson, who then uses his lightning blast to subdue him. While this kid doesn’t have a case of the Lupins, he does have some kind of pills in his pocket. Shame, shame, young man.

Meanwhile, Anissa is driving around town, rocking out with her killer curls out, when she spots a few Garfield students doing what appears to be buying drugs from two dudes. And y’all, I know it’s not funny but I fully cracked up when those girls referred to Anissa as Harriet Tubman again. It’s been a few episodes since we heard that “insult” and it completely caught me off guard. (By the way, Happy Black History Month!) Anywho, Anissa rolls up, is all “Hell to the no”, and steps right to the two guys despite the fact that they threaten her with a gun.

During a meeting at the Lightning Lair, Gambi and Jefferson give us some killer exposition by running down a full ass list of what The 100 has been up to since Black Lightning has returned. First they kidnapped his daughters, then there was the shooting at the march, and now… NOW they’ve started circulating a new drug called Green Light. Gambi knows all about Green Light though because apparently he’s fluent in up and coming drugs. Or he’s a Gatsby fanboy who accidentally found the drug in one of his late night Google binges. One of the two. Anyway, that shit is so potent that you only need to take it once in order for you to become hooked. That’s why, as they say, the first taste is free.

Jefferson decides Black Lightning needs to hit the streets so he finds a member of The 100 to shake down for some answers. The theme of this episode seems to revolve around what exactly happens to snitches. But the problem is, every time someone says “snitches get…” they get interrupted by a lightning blast or something. Oh well, I guess we’ll never know. This particular gentleman snitches on a gang member named....2-Bits. I don’t even need to write a joke here. They call him 2-Bits.

We cut to a morgue, I think, where Lady Eve and Tobias are very fine about having a serious conversation over a dead (?) body. Lady Eve is probing said body while telling a story about how in Africa, Albinos are revered and thought to be magical. Eve is not thrilled with Tobias because his entire career, including taking over The 100, was based on the obvious lie that Black Lightning was dead. The people don’t trust Tobias because they feel deceived and IIIIIIIIII’MMMMMM sorry is that dude on the table not dead?? What’s happening here? Am I being obtuse? She was performing some kind of autopsy on a not dead person? Some explain this to me, pretty please.

Jefferson is back at school principaling and having a conference with Bernard (the Not!Werewolf, remember him?) and his dad. Jeff reassures the two that if he has anything to do with it, Bernard will not be expelled from school for this. Once they leave, Vice Principal Kara “I don’t trust your motives ma’am” Foudy disagrees with Jeff on whether or not they should fight the Board on Bernard’s expulsion. Listen. I don’t trust Kara and the way she looks at Jefferson sometimes, HOWEVER! I would be lying if I said I didn’t yell “You go girl!” when she told Jeff that he needed to talk to the board himself because she’s not his secretary. Preach!

During the conference, Jefferson learned that the drugs had come from a man named Ronald Wright. But Gambi informs Jeff that he must be wrong about Wright (I am so sorry), because that dude is hella dead. My man Gambi has definitely listened to the Ten Crack Commandments, because even he knows that you never get high on your own supply!

Our cutie lovebirds, Khalil and Jennifer, are at the hospital where Khalil is starting physical therapy. Khalil is being so incredibly positive about his progress, so when Jennifer overhears two nurses talking about how sad it is to watch Khalil, she goes off on them. She manages to keep it together in front of Khalil, but once she reaches the hallway, she completely breaks down.

Tobias has gone to find the Medical Examiner who actually told him that Black Lightning was dead. Welp, turns out, he only thought it was Black Lightning and this poor poor man never thought he would get caught. Tobias instructs his henchman to take this dude out for, I guess, not understanding his Earth, Wind, and Fire reference.

Back at the house, the Pierce Parents are none too pleased with Jennifer. You see, while she’s been going to see Khalil and making sure he’s not alone, she’s only been able to do that because she hasn’t been going to track practice. I have this very very vivid memory of being at high school track practice and after a 6-5-4-3-2-1 workout, going up to my coach and telling her that I felt like I was going to puke. She then said, “Good! That’s how you’re supposed to feel!” If Jennifer’s practice was anything like mine, I don’t blame her for skipping here and there. For the record, that coach’s yelling is what motivates me to this day so maybe there was something to it... Jeff and Lynn just want to make sure their daughter is making time for herself.  Jennifer wants to quit the team, and to Jefferson’s disappointment, Lynn agrees that if Jennifer feels the same way in 2 days, she can quit.

It’s time for family dinner! Only this time it’s minus Jennifer and plus the Henderson family. They’re having a casual conversation about what they would do if they had superpowers (as you do), and Anissa says if she had powers, she would help people. The same way Black Lightning is helping their community. That Black Lightning is doing a better job at protecting the streets than the police department is. Henderson spouts off the usual arguments against vigilantes but sorry sir, Anissa isn’t finished. She’s been praying and marching and none of that has worked! To her, Black Lightning is a hero. Bless Cress Williams’ face acting in this scene, because he managed to portray the perfect look of hidden pride as Jefferson listened to his daughter unknowingly stand up for him.

Once Anissa excuses herself (I assume she first asked Mona Vanderwaal to borrow a black hoodie) she goes to find those guys who threatened her earlier. But this time, she brought her deep breathing and super strength! Once Anissa sees what she’s done though, she’s afraid that she’s gone too far. Her conscience gets the best of her and she calls an ambulance.

In Freeland’s version of Shorty’s, Jefferson meets up with *snort* 2-Bits. He tries to talk to TB about Green Light and warn him about the cops, but 2-Bits is apparently 6 bits short of a byte and isn’t hearing it. (Oh, you didn’t think you’d get computer humor here? Think again!) So, Black Lightning comes back later to spark some sense into 2-Bits. 2-Bits pleads with Black Lightning not to involve the police because he has two strikes and if he gets picked up, that means he’s going to get 30 years. There was what seemed like a throwaway line here where 2-Bits says that the police are constantly arresting black men for crimes for the smallest things. I say it seems like a throwaway because this show is masterful at weaving in societal commentary while staying true to the story it wants to tell. Black Lightning agrees not to talk to the cops, but only if 2-Bits stops selling Green Light. 2-Bits agrees, but not before hilariously asking for a pre-knockout selfie with Black Lightning.

Back at the hospital, Jennifer tells Khalil that she quit the track team, which somehow gives him the courage to go through with an interview he was previously unsure about. In fact, he wants his Ride or Die girl to do the interview with him, but Jennifer is suddenly unsure.

Meanwhile at school, Foudy and Jefferson are meeting with a snotty Board member about Bernard’s punishment. After the meeting, Foudy says YET AGAIN that she appreciates Jefferson. I’m telling you. I don’t trust it.

Oh hey look, a pretty lady driving an equally pretty car who is this? It’s Tobias’ sister! And she is ready to help him kill Black Lightning.

We see Black Lightning testing out his shiny new Electric Vision, which is cool, but NOT AS COOL AS ANISSA AND GRACE HANGING OUT AND ANISSA TELLING GRACE HOW PRETTY SHE LOOKS. So I have a lot of chill about these two, is what I’m saying. Anissa is lamenting over issues with her parents and asks Grace if she’s ever had to share something important with hers. And Grace says the following, “You do know I’m bi right?” And Anissa is all “duh, fair point, Choi.” Because guess what, Grace is an openly bisexual Asian woman who is dating (?) a Black woman who has superpowers and identifies as a lesbian! On the CW! Oooowee! What a time to be alive! 

The ladies continue talking and Grace gives Anissa some perspective by saying that even though it sucks to feel like her parents need to cosign everything, she would do anything to have the chance to go through that with her own parents. Before they can continue what I imagine was going to be a very fun evening, they’re approaching some some homophobic douchecanoes who want to burn down this “lesbian whore house.” One of the guys knocks Grace down, and Jennifer first checks on her girl before tossing the guy across the lot. We know shit is about to go down, because up. goes. the hood.

Meanwhile, Gambi and Jefferson are stalking a shipment of Green Light when they hear explosions in the near distance. I wonder what that could be? Surely not a newborn superhero using her powers to rid the world of a bunch of bigoted white men? No way! Black Lightning surveys the scene and see nothing but carnage. Gambi pulls up the CCTV footage, but lies to Jefferson about seeing anything on the tapes. Gambi decides to go check this out himself, with his gun. He sees the spot where Anissa literally stomped the earth in, and takes a photo that I’m sure is going right on his Instagram story.

While Anissa takes care of Grace after the attack, she wonders aloud if it would be a good thing if she could make bad guys pay for doing bad things. After a pause, Grace affirms Anissa’s thoughts.

Tobias and his sister Tori are listening to a news story about Khalil and plotting how to take down Black Lightning. Tori suggests reminding the people of Freeland that they have more to fear than hope from Black Lightning. How are they going to do that, you might ask? They’re going to make sure Khalil remembers how much anger he should have toward Black Lightning.

Back at the hospital, Khalil is playing a shiny new Playstation 4 and he’s thrilled because someone has paid all of his medical bills and is even helping his mom with rent. That feeling doesn’t last though, because Jefferson, Khalil’s mom, and Jennifer soberly enter his room, and inform him that his spinal chord was completely severed. In that moment, Khalil knows that he will never walk again.

Jefferson is in his office at school, when Foudy comes in and informs him that the Board will meet him halfway. Bernard can stay in school, if Jeff gives up final say on disciplinary issues. Jeff agrees. He calls Lynn, WHO IS LOOKING FINE AS HELL IN THAT LAB COAT, but she’s too busy to talk to him. It’s not all good news about Bernard, either. It turns out, he’s back on Green Light and his dad got beat up while trying to rescue him from the drug house. The cops did nothing. This sounds like a job for… *insert superhero music* … Black Lightning!

Black Lightning suits up, takes down all of the gang members keeping watch over the house, and carries Bernard right out the door as we hear lyrics from the theme, “Last night I saw a superhero, he was Black.”

Tobias is creepily just sitting in Khalil hospital room, much to Khalil’s surprise. They speak, in the dark, about the fact that Tobias is the one who gave Khalil all the gifts. He did that because Black Lightning messed up his life too, and he wanted Khalil to know that he’s not alone. That it’s okay to be angry because it’s Black Lightning’s fault he’s paralyzed. We end with Tobias promising Khalil that he can show him how to kill his pain.

So what did you think of 1.04: Black Jesus? Personally I thought it was another solid episode that if anything, could have used more Anissa and Grace. Next week, it looks like BOTH Pierce sisters are getting in on the ass kicking action and I AM EXCITED!

As always, catch me on Twitter @njnic23, and a HUGE thank you to my incredible editor, @punkystarshine!