#hes not bright eyed and bushy tailed but he still has fun here ya know

[ratatatastic]

old man is unfortunately an old man

[sailor-cresselia]

Domesticity

Intended to be part of the ‘Press Start to Continue” continuity, but I felt like I should post it now. :) 

-

After they all move in together, even weeks later, it all still seems a little too good to be true.

Some nights he actually tries to sleep just because he feels like it, just because he wants to, and can have that luxury. It never seemed like a luxury before – after all, he didn’t usually need to sleep, so why bother? It was just a waste of time. but now…

Now it’s kinda cool that he has the freedom to just… chill out, and not be all conniving and plotting against people and stuff.

It definitely helps that Lazer – that Kiriya gets it. He still sleeps more often than he needs to, so it’s not like there’s anyone who’s going to look at him like he’s being weird. Although, in his case it’s a way to feel ‘normal.’

…Not that Parad doesn’t understand where he’s coming from with that, either.

The first year of not being M anymore was hard.

Having graphite around actually did help with that a lot, since he was a regular bugster, not the beta test that Parad is. Not still hooked to his host like Parad is.

After a year of only knowing Kuroto, not being the only non-human around made Parad feel… well, somewhat normal. So, yeah. In the same way that Kiriya and Emu are helping him with civilian life, he’s helping Kiriya get with the bugster program.

Heh. Program. Because they’re part digital.

…Damnit, Lazer. Looks like making puns in hindsight is contagious.

But… Yeah. It’s going… weirdly well. He hadn’t had any expectations for the apartment – the last one he lived in in any way was Emu’s ‘home’ when they were 18 – but the guys were kinda surprised at how big it was. It’s partially paid for by the Ministry of Health, because Parad’s technically a ward or on parole or something, but the rent is mostly covered by Emu and Kiriya. apparently they make pretty good money.

(Emu’s mentioned that he thinks it’s because of the superhero gig. They can’t afford for him to go work at a different hospital, so his pay got… boosted, a little, instead of what his ‘recent hire’ pediatrician pay would usually be. Not that he has any way to actually prove that, and his being the department lead for CR definitely plays a part, too, but… Well. He’s definitely making more than he might otherwise.)

There’s also the matter of just having a chore roster. Actually, just having more than one person doing said chores is an adjustment for all of them, since Parad was living in a literal office, and both Emu and Kiriya were bachelors without roommates, the whole not ‘doing an entire apartments work by themselves’ is a new thing.

Surprising everyone, including himself, Parad has discovered that he actually really likes cooking. He’s not great at it. Good, but not great. But holy shit, once he gets the basics of a recipe down, and can reliably make it? That’s when the fun begins.

Of course, not that he started off intending to pick it up as a second hobby. It mostly started because they were all sick of takeout.

-

“Curry?”

Kiriya shudders. “Nah, I gotta be in the right mindset for spicy stuff.”

“Then…” Emu turns back to the restaurant listings. “I hear there's a new okonomiyaki place that opened recently.”

Parad shakes his head. “Isn’t that, like, three wards over? It’s way too late to be bothered going out. We could always just heat up a pizza.”

“We did that two nights ago, though…”

Emu sighs. “Well, we have to figure out something.”

That was how it went just about every night. Technically speaking, bugsters don’t actually need to eat, but they’re able to, and it’d just be awkward if Emu were the only one having meals and stuff. But after a few weeks, Parad had enough, and went next door for advice.

-

“Niiiicoooo? Poppyyyy?”

Nico rolls her eyes as she answers the door. “‘Sup, nerd?”

“Do either of the two of you know how to cook? Because no one in our place does, and we’re all getting really sick of ordering in and having frozen stuff all the time.” There’s a distinct whine in Parad’s voice, and she isn’t sure what to make of it.

“We’re not your moms, dude, we aren’t gonna cook for ya.”

He pouts. It looks absurd on a guy his height. “That’s not what I was asking. I wanna learn how, you guys are closer than anyone else, and my only other options would be Brave and Snipe. Brave still doesn’t like me, and I have my doubts about Snipe giving enough of a shit to know how to cook either.”

‘Men.’ Groaning, Nico buries her head in her hands. “Alright, come on in. My mom grilled some stuff into my head so I could fend for myself when I started going all over for tournaments. So I can give you a rundown on some basics for right now, and we can see from there.”

-

“But I’d heal really fast from it, so-”

“Weird bugster healing times or no, you’d still have to recover, and ya wouldn’t be able to so much as hold a controller during it.”

“…True.”

“‘Sides, I know I wouldn’t wanna explain it to Emu, and I don’t even live with him. Do you want to be the one to tell him you burned your hands because you’re too damned stubborn?”

Parad pales. “Alright, alright, I get it already! I’ll use the damn potholders!”

-

“So, I know this is my first time out, but this can’t be right…” Parad wrinkles his nose at his attempt at chopping carrots.

“It’ll do, and we can salvage these, but going forward-” Nico picks up the knife and sets another carrot on the cutting board. “You want to do each slice in a single movement, and it’s easier to move the thing that you’re cutting than it is to move the knife. Just push it along, like this-” she chops the carrot about halfway, her slices coming far neater and more evenly sized than Parad’s large hunks and thin wedges. “Then you can get them all even. If all of your pieces are different shapes and sizes, they won’t cook in the same amount of time – that goes for everything, actually, but this is an easy example for now.”

He nods, with a serious expression. “Can I try again?”

“No problem!” Grinning, Nico steps aside, and he does a much neater job at the remaining half of the second carrot. His slices are still a little uneven – mostly owing to him not being used to how much pressure to use – but overall they match her demonstration way closer than they do his first attempt. “Not bad!”

-

A few weeks into Parad’s cooking lessons, the two of them are waiting for the stock to come to a boil, and get to talking.

“Hey, why’d you come to me and poppy, anyway? Why not just, like, look this all up online?”

Leaning back in the chair, he laughs. “You think I didn’t try that first? Nah, I couldn’t make heads or tails of it all, and most of the sites said that you needed to see all this in person, which didn't help one little bit. And…” he hesitates. “And I wanted to surprise them. Emu and Kiriya are paying for the place, and they’re. You know, they're used to all of this…” he waves his hand in the air. “All of this domestic stuff. I… wanted to show that I can get there, too. I want to pull my own weight, at least in some way.”

Nico almost doesn’t hear his next sentence.

“I want to make sure their choice is worth it.”

“So, you wanted to spring this on the guys, and it’s hard to do that at your place, so you looked for help from me ‘n Poppy? Makes sense to me.” Nico grins, before looking at the timer. “Aaa! We’ve gotta get the cutlets ready!”

Both of them set into motion. “Grab the flour, would ya? I’ll get the pan.” Rummaging through her cabinets, Nico starts growing a little more frantic. “Where the hell did it go?!”

“Hang on, hang on, I remember where it got to last week-” Parad sets the flour and breadcrumbs on the table, going to a different cabinet. “I think I had to put it over here, because you were busy around the right one, and I just forgot to put it back- yeah, here we go.”

Glaring, she smacks him with a dishtowel. “Don’t! Put! My! Stuff! On! The! Top! Shelf! You! Lanky! Asshole!” Each word is punctuated by another bap. It’s not hard, she doesn’t really mean it, but seriously. He is way too tall to be allowed to put stuff away in this apartment, not when the people who live here are at least a foot shorter than him.

It’s Taiga taking her handheld and putting it on top of the supply closet all over again.

“Okay, okay, I get it already! Come on, N, cut it out!” He’s trying to fend off her attacks by using the frying pan as a shield.

“Nope!” She glares sarcastically. “The beatings will continue until morals improve.”

“…I think it’s supposed to be morale, isn’t it?”

She picks up the pace, and he responds by using one of his magic bugster power shields to block her. “That is cheating, Parad!”

“Hey, Nico, the broth!”

“Shit!”

-

Eventually, everyone’s schedules have finally lined up. All three of them – Emu, Parad, and Kiriya – are going to be at the hospital for once. Admittedly, Kiriya’s only going to be at CR because all four of the bugsters – and Emu, because of his whole ‘technically infected but also not quite human’ deal – are being examined and analyzed and all that tedious research and check-up stuff, but! this is perfect timing!

Okay, mostly perfect timing. Yes, everyone is going to be there today – and he does mean everyone, since Taiga and Nico are helping out due to a lack of overall manpower – but… well, he’s supposed to be sleeping. Same as the others, so that they’re all ‘bright eyed and bushy tailed’ for the tests.

(Those were Kiriya’s very sarcastic terms, not anyone else’s, although Parad kinda agrees.)

Still, he’s supposed to be sleeping, as opposed to getting up at three AM for a few hours to sneak over to Nico’s. He’s going to go back to sleep, really, but he has a few things to make, first.

A lot of things, actually. And he has to assemble them all into a bunch of different things.

“Thank you for letting me use the kitchen, I know that it's a hassle, but-”

“But ya don’t have the equipment, and Emu’d notice you sneaking around. Whereas Poppy has an inkling of what’s going on, but is okay with keeping the unusual number of groceries I’ve been buying for the past month a secret.” Nico giggles. “It’s definitely no problem. Let me know what I can do to help, okay?”

He frowns as he considers this. “I wanna do the cooking and assembly by myself, to prove I can, and it’ll mean way more that way, but if you could, like, get things out when I need them, and help keep up with dishes?”

He gets a thumbs up in reply. “I got ya. I’ll get the boxes out when you’re at that step for you, too, hows that sound?”

“Thanks!”

-

Parad glances at the clock. It’s almost five, he’s supposed to be getting up around seven – and he’s almost done, he really, really is, but he’s not actually done putting the boxes together yet…

He feels a hand on his arm. “Hey.”

Jumping, he turns. “Don’t do that!”

Smiling apologetically, Nico nods toward the assorted lunch boxes. “I’ll wrap this up. If you don’t head back soon, you’re gonna get caught.”

“No, I have to-”

“Dude, go home. I’ll bring ‘em in for ya, to keep the surprise. Besides.” She grins. “We don’t know who’s going when tomorrow, so who knows if you’d be allowed to teleport back by lunch.”

His shoulders slumping in defeat, Parad sighs. “Alright, yeah, you’ve got a point. A couple points. Good ones. Stupid 24-hour power ban… Alright. See you later, and uh, thanks again.”

“Don’t mention it.” Nico smirks. “I mean it, you don’t want you spilling the beans on your own surprise.”

He grins cheekily as he walks out.

-

Once he’s entering his own room, another door cracks open. “Kid? What’re you doing?”

‘Whoops.’ Parad flinches from Kiriya’s scrutinizing look. “Hey. Got kinda wired up. Had to go get some air. No, I didn’t use my powers, I used my key, I’m not dumb.”

“Heh.” Sleepily – looks like he really needed this – Kiriya scoffs. “Nah, if there’s one thing I could never call you, it’s dumb. Reckless, yes. An asshole sometimes, definitely, but Emu and Poppy are the only ones around here who aren’t, and Emu can toe the line when he’s pissed.” His smile dies down. “You okay?”

Parad nods. “Yeah. Really, I just went outside for a little. I’m headed back t’ bed. See ya in a few hours.”

“…Yeah. In a few. Too few.” Kiriya groans. “I hate mornings.”

“Is that why you always have that abomination that you call coffee?”

“Coffee’s perfectly normal, kid.”

“Not the way you drink it. Can I even say that you drink it? Does it still count as a liquid once you pour all that sugar in, or is it more of a syrup at that point?”

“Go to bed, you twerp.”

“Am I wrong though?”

Pointedly ignoring Kiriya’s mostly-pretend glare, Parad waves, heads into his room, and passes the hell out on his bed.

-

“What I can’t believe is that we’re letting Genm just. Wait around out here. I’d’ve thought we’d get him out of the way, and then back in he goes.”

“Yes, yes, very funny, Kujo.”

“The guy is a flight risk, and known terrorist, and a grade-A douche canoe, so, really, it doesn’t make sense for his exam to be one of the last.” Kiriya continues his diatribe, pointedly pretending to not hear anything Kuroto says.

“Yeah, well.” Parad scoffs. “I think it was something about how he’s virtual so much, he needs the extra time in the ‘real’ world to ‘realign’ or whatever.”

“I’m right here, you know. I can hear everything you are saying.”

Kiriya looks at the ceiling, acting confused. “Huh, that’s weird. I thought I heard some sort of weird droning, for a minute there…”

“Kujo, I swear-”

“…Ace? you okay?”

Emu grits his teeth. “I’m fine. Just… tense.” Seeming to realize he’s been pacing for the last ten minutes, he pulls out a chair and sits down, resting his head on his crossed arms. “Just… didn’t sleep well. That’s all.”

Kiriya and Parad look at him, then at each other, and then back at Emu. ““Bullshit.””

“Language.”

Parad frowns. “Sorry you got pulled into this whole testing thing, too.”

His head still down, Emu shrugs. “It’s partly because technically speaking, you’re still infecting me, and I feel I need to repeat for the record that, no, I don’t blame you for. But this way, we can also get more information on how this ‘stage’ of the game disease works. Well, kind of, anyway. The length of time kinda distorts the data, if you ask me.”

“And you’ve been in this situation so long, we may as well call you an honorary bugster.” Kiriya tries to joke. “I mean, you’re the one who wanted your DNA checked out, Ace. Not your fault it confirmed that you’re a hybrid.”

“Yeah, but I don’t even get the extra mileage out of it!” He sounds exasperated, but his grin shows that Emu’s cheering up – or at least doing a good job of distracting himself. “Suuuure, I get to transform without the surgery, and I’m a little stronger than most people, but not even by that much, and I don’t get to teleport!”

Parad shakes his head. “I’m telling you, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you do little mini forcefields.”

“Those hurt when you use them to shove someone away, you know.”

Emu glares. “Shut it, you were trying to choke me and you had it coming.”

“So you acknowledge that you have some extra powers?” Everyone turns away from the former CEO. “You all just don’t appreci-”

“Boys?” Poppy comes up the stairs. “How’s it going?”

Everyone brightens, Kiriya leaning forward. “Hey, welcome back! So that’s you ‘n me down, and these three to go.”

Whining, Parad drapes himself over a chair. “Are you sure you guys can’t tell anyone what’s coming?”

“Pfeh.” Kiriya snorts. “They wouldn’t even let me ‘n ‘God’ design the tests for you three, let alone ourselves, and we’re the ones who do most of the research. That’s how out of the loop we’re all being kept. The only one’s who’ll probably have the same tests are me and him, anyway, since you and Poppy are in different situations, and Emu, well, is Emu.”

“Funny.”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough, you guys.” Her hands on her hips, Poppy gives them a serious look, then almost immediately beams when all four of the men straighten up.

Parad blinks. “Oh no. She knows everyone’s terrified of letting her down. She’s weaponizing it.”

Emu glances over. “Well, it’s been nice knowing us all.”

“A-hem. Weren’t you two supposed to keep the psychic chatter to a minimum?”

““Sorry.””

“A-ny-way…” With a singsong tone, Poppy drops down onto the couch. “Nico was helping out, but she took off a little while ago, saying something about grabbing lunch.” Frowning, she crosses her arms in a pout. “Except we were all supposed to be here today. Everyone. As a group.”

“What were the plans for lunch, anyway?” Emu slumps back down. “Does anyone actually know? The three of us were told ‘it was taken care of’, but…”

“Yeah, that doesn’t really explain anything, does it?” His arms crossed, Kiriya huffs. “Because explaining anything would just be too difficult, wouldn’t it?”

“Pot, meet kettle.” Taiga’s voice carries from the stairs.

“Oh, right, like you’re one to talk, mister ‘only rider we need around here’!”

“You’re all insufferable.” Hiiro’s voice comes from behind the emerging Taiga.

“And yet you still work with us.”

There’s an amount of light banter as everyone converges into the office, and some facts become clear.

Absolutely none of them brought lunches.

And absolutely none of them were told why they weren’t supposed to.

Parad’s phone goes off, a victory sound effect playing to signal a text. “Hang on, I’ll be back up in a sec.”

Emu gets up as he darts off. “Hey, we’re supposed to be staying in here!”

“I’m not going far!”

True to his word, he comes back up less than five minutes later, Nico right behind him. The both of them are carrying decently sized picnic baskets. Looking quickly around, Parad nods to a spot near the table, where they both set them down, and begin distributing bento boxes to everyone seated around the table.

Each one is personalized, too – a lot of thought was put into this.

-

Emu: Pink with mighty on it, and a cyan chopstick case – the same as his half of Mighty Brothers.

Hiiro: Metallic blue with a picture of a shortcake, and a silver chopstick case (and it was really hard to find a blue version of that – most of them were pastel pinks or purples)

Taiga: Yellow with a pen-and-ink calligraphy of a tiger, and a black and yellow case.

Kiriya: Dark red with a yellow Hawaiian floral pattern, and a dark yellow case with a similar red pattern

Poppy: Pale yellow with pink and green music notes, and a pink case with yellow and green notes

Kuroto: Dark purple with a grey chopstick case. (Parad sets that one down while glaring)

Nico: Purple, pink, and blue tie-dye, and a dark pink case with a pattern of game controller buttons all over.

Parad: Purple with red, blue, and yellow squares, and an orange case the same color as his half of Mighty Brothers.

-

Everyone starts off reluctant to try – the meals all look good, but… well, they’ve never known Nico to cook at all. Sighing, she takes a big bite out of hers. “Come on, it’s not poison, guys.”

After seeing that she doesn’t drop, the others start eating as well – and one by one, light up.

There’s no conversation at this point – everyone’s too distracted, up until Taiga looks at her. “If you can make this, why the hell are you always bringing in all that junk food?!”

She grins deviously. “I said I was going to grab lunch. Never said I was the one who made it.” She turns her grin to the bugster sitting across from her. “Right?”

Fidgeting nervously with the corner of the cloth his box was wrapped in, Parad nods, apparently trying to avoid shrinking into his collar. “I made them. Nico’s been helping me learn, and. Well. I wanted to show how I’ve been doing. Since everyone was going to be here, this seemed like a good enough time as any to do it.”

Kiriya looks at him, a smirk on his face. “Oh, ya mean that’s where you were? Getting some air my ass!”

Poppy beams. “So this is what you two have been up to! I didn’t want to ask, but I knew something was going on!”

Parad nods again, averting his eyes. “Yeah. I thought – if I could at least partly pull my weight, that’d be one thing, but I also realized that cooking is honestly really fun to do. I… was kinda surprised, but… it’s something, and it’s a way I can help, so…” He casts a nervous glance up at Emu, before looking back down. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I know we’ve got the ‘no secrets’ rule in the apartment, but I figured you would tell me ‘not to worry about it’ and not bother, and this is something I really wanted to do, so I can be useful-”

He’s silenced by a hand on his shoulder, and a small wave of reassurance being pushed his way.

Emu smiles. “Why would I say that? I mean, you don’t need to worry about ‘not being useful’, because that's kind of silly. You don’t need a purpose for us to like each other, you know.”

“I know, but… I still-”

“This one is the good type of secret, Parad.” Emu squeezes his shoulder for good measure, and turns back to his lunch. “So, how long have you two been at this?”

Nico chuckles. “Told ya not to worry. We’ve been practicing for about a month – and as you can see, the lanky jerk’s gotten pretty damned good at this.”

Kiriya – half done with his – wheels his chair behind Emu in order to clap Parad on the shoulder. “I’ll say! This is good, kid.” He smirks. “And now we don’t have to get take out almost every night!”

Parad blushes at the complements. “Thanks. The take out thing was a big part of why I started, too.” He gestures toward the boxes themselves. “I, uh, took the liberty of getting these, too – there’s two each, actually. The boxes and cases belong to different sets, and I tried to get ones that fit each person.” With a slight chuckle, he continues. “Yes, I included Genm, because while he may be an unrepentant dick, I’m trying to move on from my assholery… and the site I found had a deal if you ordered a certain number of sets, but it required a lot of sets, and I didn’t quite make it with just everyone else’s, so I figured I might as well round out the whole thing.”

[bloodiedskirtts]

The Safest Way To Go | Part Three: Go back to him

Summary: Bucky meets Y/N’s new boyfriend

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Angst, cheating, sexting, mentions of sex

A/N: TAG LIST IS OPEN!

Feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading. I hope you guys like it! Gif not mine, credit to owner.

Safest Way To Go Masterlist

She did not expect to see Grant Ward at the party, when she came downstairs after hooking up with Bucky, again. 

He was immediately by her side, ‘Hey, babe. I didn’t know this was the party you were coming to.’

She nodded, dumbfounded, she had cleaned herself up in the bathroom before going downstairs, fixing her hair, reapplying her lipstick and cleaning up the cum that was dripping down her thighs. Where had she thrown her fucking panties? Despite all that, she was still anxious that he would realise that she literally had sex just moments before. Hell, Bucky’s cum was still inside her. She bit her lip as she pretended to listen to what Grant was saying to her. His hand rested on her hip as he spoke, just a bit too close to her. Well they were supposed to be dating, so...

She looked around, confusion painting her face. 

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, pulling her face back to look at him.

‘I have no idea where any of my friends are,’ she admitted, with a shrug.

Really she was looking for Bucky but she couldn’t admit that to the man in front of her. 

‘But you’ve got me,’ he joked, pulling her closer to him. 

He dragged her to the dance floor, where she found Nat who she waved at. Despite being excited to spend the night partying, when she saw Grant, she had been drained of energy. She just wanted to go home, get into her pyjamas, order a pizza and watch Brooklyn-99.

‘Where’s Bucky?’ she shouted in the red head’s ear, when she made her way over to them. 

She shrugged, ‘I haven’t seen him all night. Tall, dark and handsome is eyeing you up though. So get it! Fuck Bucky...I mean, please don’t fuck Bucky again.’

As the night wore on, she realised that Bucky must have left. He was nowhere to be found, she huffed out and announced that she was going home. Grant eagerly suggested he drive her home, he hadn’t been drinking and she was obviously very drunk. He even helped her up to her apartment.

‘It’s late,’ she sighed as she stood by her apartment door, shuffling from foot to foot.

‘It is,’ he agreed. ‘So can I stay?’

She had no idea why she said yes, and she had no idea why she was lying next to a sleeping Grant Ward. She had woken up with a pounding headache, rolling over with a smile as she realised someone was in bed with her. However, her eyes flew open when she noted that it was definitely not Bucky. He felt different, he wasn’t breathing the same and he wasn’t cuddling into her, as they spooned. She was thankfully that she was wearing a set of pyjamas - she didn’t even realise she owned a pair of pyjamas. 

But clearly her drunk self could find a matching pair of pyjamas, a new pair of underwear and even a bra before slipping into bed with Grant. Definitely no sex was happening last night. Well, no more sex. She told him that she wasn’t ready to sleep with him, especially when she was so drunk. Sure Grant was hot, but he wasn’t...No, she shook that thought off.

‘Hey,’ a voice rang out, she realised that he was awake and she smiled over at him.

‘I am dying!’ she joked. ‘I need a whole jug of orange juice, Chinese and to watch The Notebook.’

She always watched The Notebook, or some other chick flick, with Bucky when she was hungover. It was basically a tradition at this point. They would order greasy food and spend the day in bed, cuddling and mouthing the words to the movies they had seen one hundred times before. But when she looked at the man beside her, he was making a face.

‘The Notebook?’ he laughed. ‘I thought that you would be more...I don’t know...more versed in your movie knowledge. I didn’t take you as a rom com girl.’

She furrowed her brows, ‘What?’

He shrugged, ‘You’re so intelligent, why would you waste your time on trashy movies like The Notebook?’

She bit her lip, it was just a movie, she didn’t know why she was so upset. It’s just that Bucky never told her she was stupid because she cried over The Notebook every time she watched it. They even dressed up as Ali and Noah for Halloween once. He would quote her favourite parts of the movie to her when she was upset with him and she wouldn’t stop smiling.

She shrugged, as she climbed off the bed, ‘Fine. We can watch a Disney movie.’

She paused when she heard him scoff, ‘You’re a grown adult, Y/N. You want to watch a cartoon?’

She put her hands on her hips, ‘What do you want to watch then?’

He shrugged before suggesting some French film she had never heard of, she found a stream for it before sliding back into bed. Her head was pounding and she was not in the mood to argue with him. After a while she noted how he wasn’t paying any attention to her. She picked up her phone, going into her conversation with Bucky as she noted she had messages from him.

Bucky Bear: Went for a run with Steve. Didn’t want to wake you

Bucky Bear: Clueless when I get home? x

She smiled at her phone, biting down on her lip. She glanced at Grant who wasn’t even looking at her, before typing a reply.

Y/N: I miss you. Please bring back orange juice. iamdyingggggg  😷

She chewed her lip, making sure Grant still wasn’t watching her.

Y/N: We’re all out of condoms btw And as much fun as we had last night...

Y/N: I really wish you were here rn

Y/N: Wish you were fucking me right now...making me screaming your name. I’m sure you could fuck this hangover out of me

She put her phone down, settling to try and care about this movie. But she was far too hungover to focus. 

 Bucky threw himself into the booth in the diner, across from Nat and Steve who was far too bright eyed and bushy tailed for the brunette’s liking. Why did he agree to come running with them? Sharon sidled in beside Bucky, as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

He sent a message telling his roommate that he wouldn’t be home until later because he was getting breakfast. He realised that she had texted him, his eyes almost falling out of his head at the messages. 

‘Shit, I gotta go...Something...has come up,’ he gasped out before pushing past Sharon. The blonde looked wide eyed as he raced out of the diner.

‘He better be dying,’ she snapped, with an eye roll. ‘I will never understand that boy.’

Nat laughed, ‘He just got booty called. He was on his phone and suddenly he’s up and gone? That has to be a booty call.’

Steve shook his head, ‘Him and Y/N hooked up at the party last night. I saw them going upstairs. But she went home with that guy from her class. I don’t like him, I have no idea what she’s doing with him.’

‘She can’t have slept with him and is already calling Bucky to hook up?’ Sharon responded. 

‘It might not be her,’ Nat replied.

Steve snorted, ‘That boy would follow her to the ends of the earth. There was no way he would be scrambling out of here if it wasn’t for her.’

Sharon shook her head, ‘I hope they know what they’re doing.’

Y/N sighed out when she read that Bucky wouldn’t be back for a while, but it gave her the chance to get Grant out of her apartment.

‘As much as I love having you here,’ she began.

‘Aw, babe come on, you’re not gonna kick me out are ya?’ he teased, his fingers attaching to the waist band of her sleep shorts. ‘There are so many more things that I’d like to do.’

She smiled at him, ‘I really would love to but-’

Before she could finish his lips were crashing against hers and she let out a surprised gasp. He took the opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth and she was about to push him away when her bedroom door opened.

‘Look, I’m laying down some Clueless ground rules. Oh!’

She almost fell out of her bed when she saw Bucky standing there, looking at her. She was frozen to the spot, as she couldn’t pull her eyes away from him. Grant however, just hoped out of bed, strolling over to Bucky.

‘You must be the roommate,’ he said, extending his hand to shake the other man’s hand. ‘I guess I’m the boyfriend.’

The word that tumbled from Grant’s lips made Bucky’s heart break, he tore his eyes away from Y/N before turning to shake his hand.

‘I guess you are,’ he responded. ‘Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt. I didn’t realise she had company.’

The venom in his voice at the last sentence made her heart ache. He turned and left the room, as Grant looked confused. He walked back to the bed, ‘Now where were he?’ 

She shoved him away, ‘Grant I told you, you have to go. I have an assignment to do.’ 

He made a confused sound as she slipped out of the bed.

‘We are in same classes, we don’t...’

‘Well, Grant you don’t know everything about me,’ she snapped.

‘Fuck, you’re so touchy,’ he snarled as he pulled on his clothes before storming out of the room. 

She sighed, collapsing on her bed. Why was she feeling guilty for kissing the guy she was dating? Bucky made it clear that he wasn’t her boyfriend. But she still felt like she was caught doing something bold when he walked in on them. She didn’t even want to kiss him. She wanted him to get as far away from her possible.

After a while, she headed into Bucky’s room. She was too hungover to handle this.

‘What?’ he snapped, when she stood by his door.

‘It wasn’t...I didn’t...’ she tried to explain.

‘Why are you standing here trying to explain yourself? You have right to have sex with your boyfriend,’ he shrugged, not looking up from his phone.

‘We didn’t have-’

‘Maybe next time you can arrange your booty calls better, though. You don’t want us running into each other next time,’ he snarked.

‘Bucky, it’s not like that,’ she whispered.

‘Then what is it like? You fucked me last night and then brought your boyfriend home. Then you text me telling how much you want to fuck me!’ he shouted.

‘I haven’t fucked him!’ she screamed back at him.

‘Well what are you waiting for? Do you honestly still think we’re gonna get married? I think that ship has sailed, doll. This isn’t the fairytale you came up with when we were eight. I mean, I shoulda said something earlier, but I thought you knew that this was purely physically. I mean you are a really great fuck,’ he shrugged as he got up from his bed.

‘Now I have a date,’ he said, as he pushed past her, hoping she didn’t see the tears in his eyes.

When she heard the door slam, she burst into tears, her body collapsing onto the floor in Bucky’s room. She said that she wouldn’t let him hurt her again, and she thought she could protect her heart if they were just sleeping together - not in a relationship. But here she was feeling like her heart had been torn from her chest. They had said nasty things to each other in the past, but the fact he didn’t want to get back with her broke her heart.

The fact he was just using her for sex and now he was going off to see someone who he actually cared about. After she was all cried out, she crossed the hall, knocking on the door. Sam opened the smile with a grin on his face, which quickly fell when he saw the woman in front of him.

‘Baby girl what’s wrong?’ he asked as she fell into his chest in tears.

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Hallow Ball (Klance fic)

Happy Halloween!!  Please enjoy this Klance Halloween fic I wiped up, it has demon hunter/red riding hood Keith and werewolf Lance.  I really like how this one turned out!  Prompts were werewolf, fangs, dancing and Halloween!

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Keith gripped the handle of his Blade and swung forward without a second thought slashing through the Duat’s chest.  Pulling his Blade from it’s undead heart, he noticed three more Duat approaching from behind.  Crouching down he propelled himself forward, red cloak flowing in his wake.  Raising his Blade, he sliced through the neck of the first one, cleanly severing it’s head.  

A clawed hand swiped towards him but Keith was quick to move and dodged it.  Sweeping the Duat off its feet with a swing of his leg, the Duat toppled over and Keith wasted no time in driving his Blade through its heart.  

The third stood a few paces away from Keith, sizing him up, eyeing him like he was a piece of steak to be devoured.  This one wasn’t like the others, he was forming a plan of attack as opposed to blindly running after its prey like the others did.  THIS Duat must be older, the longer a Duat “lived” the more it began to regain the senses and intelligence.  No more blindly running and attacking prey out of insatiable hunger, no, this was calculated blood lust.

Keith needed to end this quickly.  Looking around he spotted a fire escape above...perfect.  Attacking from above was the best way, kept him away from sharp claws and even sharper teeth.  

He began to run towards the Duat, sheathing his Blade so he could use both hands.  The Duat seemed startled for a moment but then started to run head first towards Keith.  

Almost there….almost….now!

Keith flung himself up towards the fire escape grabbing the lowest hanging rung of a ladder, propelling himself up and over the Duat’s head.  Twisting in mid air and pulling out his Blade he began to swing down aiming to severe its head but before metal met flesh the Duat was suddenly gone.  

It was all so fast and Keith’s Blade met nothing but air and the loud sound of a body impacting something echoed throughout the alleyway.

“God damn it.”  Keith muttered as he landed on his feet.  The smell of wet dog wafted up his nose.

“McClain!”  Looking towards a dumpster,  Keith could see Lance holding the still beating heart of the Duat.  Lance turned and gave Keith a smirk, closing his fist around the heart and crushing it into dust.

“What the hell Lance?!  I told you to stop interfering with my hunts!”

“You’re on our turf Samurai, makes it fair game to me.”  Lance’s grin was so wide he looked maniacal in the low light of the alley.  His fangs glinting in the moonlight.

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated.  They’ve been over this multiple times yet Lance uses the same excuse every time he interrupts Keith during a hunt.

Maybe if he says it slower, like he’s speaking to a five year old, he’ll get it.

“Lance, we’ve been over this.  You know the Blade doesn’t abide by territorial boundaries, it’s an agreement all the covens and clans took long ago.  Duat’s are the one single enemy of all and it’s our job to track them and kill them so they don’t harm anyone.  Blades can pass freely through any territory, so long as they are on a hunt.”

During his speech, Lance had taken to leaning against the dumpster and was picking at his teeth, staring down the alley spacing out.

“Lance!  Did you hear a word I just said?”

“Ya ya mullet I know the rules,” Lance waved his hands to brush Keith off.  Keith scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.  “Then why are you HERE, Lance?”

Lance actually looked a little bashful as he rubbed the back of his neck and was looking past Keith towards a spot on the wall, not meeting Keith’s eyes.

“I-I wanted to see you.” Lance said as he looked at Keith, his blue eyes actually looking shy and Keith’s breath caught in his throat.

“Me?  You wanted to see me?  But--why?”

“Well, you haven’t given me a way to contact you and I wanted to ask you something..”  Lance was back to staring at the ground, gnawing on his lower lip with one fang.  His tail was bushy and stiff.

Keith was confused, very confused.  What did Lance want?  He was always annoying Keith with his interruptions and funny nicknames.  But now, with this new shy Lance in front of him, Keith couldn’t tell up from down and needed some answers.

“Ooook, shoot.  What do you want to ask me?”

It took a minute for Lance to respond and when he did, his question came out so jumbled and fast that Keith couldn’t make out a thing he said.  

“Come again?”  Keith’s eyebrows furrowed and he eyed Lance.  Just now noticing the bright cherry red blush on his cheeks.  It was hard to notice at first with his dark complexion and low light.

Lance ran his hand down his face and sighed.  Standing tall and looking Keith straight in the eyes he said,” Keith, if-if you’re not busy...would you like to come with me to the Hallow Ball on Halloween?”  Lance deflated letting out the breathe he’d been holding and slouched back to his relaxed pose.

Keith stood there wide eyed and brain pleasantly buzzing from the shock of Lance’s question.  Keith had heard of the Hallow Ball,  a huge party the werewolf clans hosted every year on Halloween.  He’d never thought he’d get the opportunity to go, especially not with Lance.  He had no idea Lance had felt this way about him.  

Keith couldn’t say he was unhappy about it though, Keith has always thought Lance was handsome but he never expected anything to happen between them.  Hell, he wasn’t even aware that Lance liked dudes, but here he is, asking Keith out on a date.  

O man a date…

With Lance..

At a Halloween ball…

Keith’s lips lifted into a smile and he let out a little giggle.  He stifled it as soon as he heard it though and realized Lance was still waiting for an answer.  He looked up and Lance was staring at him with this look of giddy excitement in his eyes.  “Did you just?  Did you just giggle?”

Keith clamped his hand over his mouth, “What?  No I didn’t.”  It came out muffled because of his hand and Lance started to laugh.  “Yes you did!  Geez that was the cutest shit I’ve ever seen!  You’re killing me here Kogane!”  Lance laid his hands over his heart like the sound of a giggle had physically hurt him.

“O shut it McClain!”  Keith shoved him on the chest and Lance caught his hands before he could pull away.

“So..was that a yes?”  That bashful smile was back and Keith felt his brain melt a little more.  He really, really wanted to say yes but he also really, really wanted to make Lance work for it a little more.

Keith smirked, “I’ll tell you what.”  Their hands were still clasped between them and Keith leaned in towards Lance’s face.  His breath ghosting across Lance’s lips.

“If you can stop following me and stop interfering with my hunts for a week...then I’ll go with you to the ball.”  Keith kissed Lance on the cheek, savoring the warmth of his skin for a second before pulling back.  “What do you say?”  Keith’s eyebrow raised in question, “Think you can handle that?”

“Deal!!”  Lance shouted so loud that a few crows on a power line overhead startled and flew away.  “But!”  Lance cleared his throat trying to calm down.  “But,” he said much quieter.  “I’ll need your phone number, I mean how else will I get a hold of you if I can’t interfere with your hunts?”

Keith huffed, one side of his mouth twitching up into a smile.  Of course Lance would find a loop hole.  Keith held out his hand towards Lance and made a grabby motion for his phone.  Lance scrambled to get his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Keith.

Keith entered his number and handed the phone back to Lance.  He pressed close to Lance and ran his hands up to his ears.  All fluffy and a rich chocolate color like the color of his hair.  Keith stroked behind one and Lance immediately melted at the touch and looked into Keith’s eyes.

“Let’s see if you can last a week McClain.”  Keith whispered and pulled his hood up and vanished from sight.

Lance stood their feeling breathless, “You’re on Samurai.”

***

Keith groaned into his pillow at the sound of his phone buzzing on his nightstand.  He slapped around for it and opened up the message displayed on the screen.

3:32 AM

Wolfsbane McClain:  Wakey wakey Mullet Man!  It’s time for your answer! ;)

Wolfsbane McClain:  I’ve been so good!  I didn’t interfere with a hunt at all this week!

Wolfsbane McClain:  In fact I actually haven’t been outside at all this week.  Played video games alllllllll day, every day!

Ya, Keith knows that’s true because Lance had a habit of texting him every hour, on the hour, including a few times when he was sleeping to tell Keith exactly what he was doing.  Lance had kept straight on their bargain but boy o boy did he find a loophole.  Since he couldn’t be with Keith physically, he made his presence known through text..constantly.  Keith got use to his ramblings but he still enjoyed his sleep and 3:30 AM is way too fucking early to be texting.

Red Hood Keef:  Lance…..it’s 3:30 in the fucking morning..

Red Hood Keef:  go back to sleep

Wolfsbane McClain:  but..but..I can’t sleep till you give me an answer

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Uuuuggghh this boy is going to be the death of him.  But Keith couldn’t help his smile forming..

Red Hood Keef:  I hope you realize that I can’t dance..and I’ll probably step on your feet.

Wolfsbane McClain:  Don’t worry babe!  I’ll teach you how to dance!

Wolfsbane McClain:  OMG!!  I’m so excited!!

Wolfsbane McClain:  We’re going to have so much fun!

“Babe!”  Keith sputtered as the texts kept coming.  He groaned and buried his head into the pillow as his heart stuttered and he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face.  Lance really will be the death of him.