#i just wanna take his cheeks into hand and smoosh em

[megane-sama]

And of course by proxy, I love my babe's babe.

Hifumi is literally just the sweetest like....

LOOK AT HIM. LOOK.

[garoujo]

!!nagi swears that kissing you before practice or a match gives him good luck!!<3<33

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — it seems the teams way to get nagi motivated has its drawbacks.

warnings: sfw! no warnings just nagi being the sweetest :3 note: hi nonnie!!! i decided to just write this lil thing cause i thought it was super cute so i hope u like it sob!!!

for the most part, it was beneficial when the team decided to start inviting you to their morning practice — as a means to motivate nagi, noticing that the usual sleepy, slacker of a striker seemed to have a little more motivation whenever he’d look over and see you in the stands.

but now.. actually getting him to come onto the pitch to play was a whole other problem entirely.

“hey, nagi! get on the field, jeez.. we’re still a goal behind, ultra genius.” you hear reo call from behind you, huffing when your boyfriend infront of you doesnt even seem to give him a second thought as he waves him off from over his shoulder. you think it’s amusing though, the pleading look his bestfriend gives you like he’s begging you to help him out.

nagi on the other hand, is currently leaning over the barrier at the stands — shooting you a starry-eyed look from under his messy bangs. his gloved hands fidget with the hem of your t-shirt and you feel them twitch tighter around the fabric every few moments, like an adorable little attempt to pull you closer as he sends you a pout.

“this is a pain, ‘ts in the way.” your boyfriend breathes as his longer limbs shift and fidget over the metal fence against him he’s referring to — surprisingly enough managing to support his weight as he leans against it, probably finding standing too bothersome given how long they’ve been practicing already.

but you give nagi an inch as you take a step closer, just enough to let his hands graze along your hips as he lets his head lean forward and rest on your chest. “you’re needed on the field, sei.” you try to reason as you push his snowy bangs away from his gaze, letting you take in the pretty, drowsy expression on his face when he blinks slowly up at you.

“eh, don’t wanna. wanna stay here.” another slow drawl and his fingers are squeezing at your skin, feeling him nuzzle deeper into your chest as he leans even further into you — making the barrier squeak slightly under his weight. you’re not sure it’s quite built to balance lazy 190cm strikers.

“but i wanna see you score more goals. we can get lemon tea before we go home.” it’s tempting, especially when you say it in that pretty little voice you know he loves. so you feel nagi’s head twist against you before he’s sending you a cute little look, cheek smooshed against you as he huffs.

“i’m sleepy though, i wanna have a bath and play video games with you instead. ‘ts no fair.”

“i’ll give you a kiss for every goal you score.” it’s quick, your reply — it doesn’t give him a moment to consider it because you know it’s a bargain he can’t pass up. only a few simple things could get nagi seishiro motivated and your kisses were right up there next to video games and well— that’s it.

“wan’ them now. need ‘em for a power up.” it’s hard to say no to him when he’s giving you that look, it’s sleepy and doe-eyed and there’s a soft glow that swims in the deep colour of his eyes that makes you smile before you’re scratching your hand through his hair. it makes your boyfriend shudder and he pulls you closer before you’re reminded of the time limit when reo sends you a wave followed by a grumpier sort of look.

“three goals for three kisses.” your words are rushed but they make nagi stand to full height just as quickly despite the way his arms remain around you — head leaning into the press of your palm when it cups his cheek.

“yay.” it’s soft, spoken under his breath when you push his hair from his features to peck him once on the lips, followed by another before he’s meeting you quickly for the last — urging it to be a little deeper than the other two as he pulls you into him. you hear him hum and you decide to give him a little extra motivation when you swipe your tongue between his lips, hearing a sweet whimper sound from him before he’s parting them for more — but just as quickly as it deepens, you pull away to grin.

“hey, why’d you pull away. wasn’t done yet.” nagi’s words are whinier now but there’s a soft flush on the tips of his ears and you think it’s cute just how easy it was to get him drowsy on kisses.

“it was just for good luck. three goals, sei. then you’ll get more!” you let your fingers scratch through his messy hair again as he groans, followed by a quick thumbs up to reo from over his shoulder before you’re pushing him lightly. he sways before he turns and you laugh at the next pout he sends you as his arms fall to sway by his side — his eyes still on you even as he makes his way back towards the team, although there’s something darker in his gaze now.

“eh, i guess. but it’s so bothersome, three goals is too easy.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[osakunt]

「𝟭:𝟮𝟯 𝗽𝗺」 - 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶.𝗙

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"Megumi, you can let go now"

"Thank you do being an amazing mother figure in my life"

"Of course sweetheart. Thank you for letting me be that figure" smiling you ruffle the teenage boys hair glad to see that he was alright. When he came back looking dead from retrieving Sukuna's finger and fighting the curse with the death paintings you were rushing towards him once Yuuji and Nobara came running towards you saying that your beloved child was dead.

"Let me make sure that head of yours is alright. You were bleeding pretty badly when you got back" you inspect him making sure he was fully okay before dressing the wound on his head and kissing it, giving him another motherly hug.

"There she is !!! (Y/n)-san !!!"

"Not now, child" you quickly hush up Gojo who walked in whining about a small cut on his hand he had done to himself on purpose to go see you.

"What's the real reason you're here ?"

"To greet the most gorgeous women on earth" he smiles hugging you, smooshing his cheek with yours.

"Bullshit. You want something. What is it ?" You look up from the twin dogs Megumi had summoned.

Gojo smiles swiping his phone then turning towards you shoving it up to you face. Snatching the phone from away from your face you look at the picture of the man. Your eyebrow quirking up you let out a low chuckle.

"Greet him for me" you give back the phone, going back to check on the dogs in front of you. Megumi starting to get curious he looks over at the phone that was now locked.

Forgetting about it in a second he turns to you asking if his dogs were fine. " they'll be fine. Just let 'em rest." Sending him off and making sure he was no longer around your infirmary - you close the door and lock it.

Sitting back down on your rolling chair you look at the blue eyes dumb ass in front of you. "Is he back or did you stalk him ?" 

Taking his sun glasses off he gives you an offended look ,clutching his chest. "That hurted you know !!!"

"hUrTeD....same lol"

"But no. I was walking by when I saw him. Just had to take a picture ya know ? I mean you did have a little fling with him after all~" he boops your nose cackling

"I sure fucking did. Best sex I've ever had, like bro what !! All in all fuck him. He ain't shit" you turn to your phone pointing at the pigtailed male on the screen "He can get it though" you smirk at the younger male whose eyes went wide for a minute.

"The death painting ?!! But he's like 150 or something !!" Gojo yells finding it a bit weird.

"Close the door for me, I'll be heading out now. Might stop by that bakery Kento talks about" 

"Oh oh get me something"

"Sure whatever"

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"Come again !!" The girl from behind the counter smiles, waving you off as you smile leaving the establishment already digging in your bag of baked goods.

"Damn, sis knows who to make a mean ass cookie" munching away on the soft cookie you turn a corner to a busy street killing any little cursed creature that popped up in your sight.

Digging in the back for something more to munch on, your arm gets grabbed dragging you into some ally.

"Of course you aren't. You kill curses for a living. Killed a man too but that's not my business" The man speaks up, putting his gun away in his pants and letting you go.

"Toji,huh. So why'd you bring me to an ally ? Looks suth af fuk" your words muffled from the piece of cake you had taken a bite from.

Grabbing the plastic container and fork from you hands, Toji presses you against a wall kissing your jaw line. "Long time no see, (y/n)" his voice seductively going into your ear.

"We saw each other last week,sir"

"Exactly. last week." He kisses your lips tasting the chocolate frosted cake that was suppose to be for Gojo.

"How's Megumi ?" His eyes soften as soon as he asked for his son.

You smile patting his chest "Got into it with some cursed thingy mabob. Patched him up and sent him to rest. He'll be fine though. Gave him some pain killers to chill him out. Probably knocked out, from how strong those are"

"Please take care of him for me. I trust that he'll be safe if you're around" Toji sighs burying his face into your hair as he came in for a hug.

"Sooooo no sex ?" You joke then feel his arms tighten around you. "Fine, fine. Megumi is in good hands with me. The work he does is dangerous - can't lie about that. I'll always be there to intervene if things go wrong."

His once tight embrace now looser from getting the assurance that you'd do anything for the kid. And of course you would. You were the first person after Gojo who he was introduced to. Having more trust in you he became like your own. Though you and Toji did indeed have a little something something going on, you never had anything against the boy. Now all you'd do with Toji was hook up when needed.

"I wish I got to meet his mom. Bet she was nice."

"She was. Thank you for stepping in"

"I'm tired of you people saying "thank you"- even though I knew whose kid he was, I just felt like I needed to be in his life. Not because of you, cause fuck you but because of him. As soon as Gojo brought him into the school, first thing the kid did was look at me and ran towards me. After that I felt an attachment to him. As is I were his guardian. By all means I did it willingly. No need to thank me" you finally hug back receiving a kiss on your lips.

"I know but still thank you......So back to what I was saying...." Toji unlatches himself from you giving you a knowing look, making your way out the ally.

"Yea I'm down for some rough, back blowing sex" you beam at the male making him wonder why you were like this.

"Don't shy away tonight either,mister." You smirk; that same smirk disappearing when the cake you were still eating was taken from your grasp and eaten.

"You know what ? I don't think I wanna smoosh with you anymore. By the way where's the ugly worm that's always around you ?"

Feeling himself revive at your antics, Toji swings an arm around you to bring you closer, kissing your temple. "Sure are the charmer, ain't you ?"

「𝘼 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪」

"I thought she said she had ended things with Megumi's dad." Gojo glares at the back of your head not understanding why you were with Toji.

"Probably fuck buddies" Shoko shrugs letting out the smoke from her lungs.

"Probably, but she said she wanted the pigtailed death painting !!"

"And she'll get him. Just let her do Toji, first. Take a picture so we have proof that we saw them. She won't tell us the details unless we show evidence"

"She also ate the cake that was suppose to be for me.."

"Fuck man. Let's go get your damn cake. Fucking cry baby, I swear" Shoko drags the white haired male to the same bakery, buying him three slices of the same cake you had gotten to shut his ass up.

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[yikesharringrove]

It’s a book Steve’s actually read.

Well, Nancy kinda mostly read it to him. Which really just makes the whole thing hurt a little bit more.

His speakers were crackling and he had turned the bass up high enough that the song was distorted, vibrating through his car.

It was embarrassing. Scream-singing to Kate Bush while sobbing into your steering wheel in the high school parking lot.

He’s just got a lot of feelings, and Nancy dumped in that alleyway, he can literally see it and Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy. I’ve come home, I’m so cold.

Which, it’s all just bullshit. Pardon the word.

Because, Catherine and Heathcliff don’t even fucking end up together. There’s something about family difference and he remembers Nancy saying socioeconomic like that word meant anything to him and Catherine winds up dead of bad brain-itis and Healthcliff is a dick so they never should’ve been together anyway.

But, whatever.

He’s feeling very much like Catherine right now. Standing on the moors with a broken heart.

Because fuck Heathcliff. And fuck Nancy.

Kate Bush is the only one he can trust anymore. 

Her and her red dress and Steve’s insides feel like that red fucking dress in a way he can’t explain and Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window-

He just about jumped out of his skin when the passenger door opened.

One too-tan hand reached out to crank the volume down on the song, and a too-pink tongue slid across too-white teeth and

“Harrington, I’m obligated to tell you that you’re acting like a pussy.”

Hargrove.

Y’know, he’s the top of Steve’s Fuck List. Right there with Nancy and Heathcliff, and everyone else who sucks shit and makes people feel bad.

“Can it, dickhead.”

To be fair, Steve was ugly crying to Kate Bush by himself in his car, but he’s allowed to be a pussy by himself in his car.

Hargrove just gave Steve a look that Steve’s pretty sure meant I’m resisting the urge to punch you in the face right now, but was undercut by that stupid fucking tongue of his lolling around like some kinda hyper-sexual golden retriever.

Meanwhile, Kate Bush was still singing and Steve was still Cathy on the moors.

“I’m fucking sad, or whatever. Let me be a pussy.”

“Oh, come on, Harrington. You really this cut up about some prissy little princess? She’s not even the best this town has and that is saying something.”

“Y’know, for a guy that’s constantly calling all the girls in town ugly, you sure do fuck a lot of ‘em.”

“At least I’m getting some. When was the last time the princess put out, eh? Or was she savin’ it for marriage? I could see her bein’ one of those types.”

He said those types like he wasn’t wearing a saint’s pendant around his neck. Like Steve didn’t see his family all sitting uncomfortably silent together in the diner after mass every single Sunday afternoon.

It was weird, seeing Billy in a nice shirt. All buttoned up properly with his hair looking all respectful. Especially since Steve was usually high off his ass and slurping down a strawberry milkshake with cheese fries like he’d die if he didn’t.

“I’m not gonna talk about my sex life with you, Hargrove.”

“Aw, why not, Harrington. Don’t wanna compare body counts? You embarrassed or something?” Billy was grinning that shitty sharp grin of his, still waggling his fucking tongue as he leaned closer to Steve. “You still a virgin, King Steve?”

The song ended. Steve rewound the tape. It started up again.

He needed Kate now more than ever.

“Of fucking course I’m not. I’m just not some gross asshole that goes around telling everyone who’ve I’ve fucked. It’s called being a decent guy.”

“It’s called being a prude. Now, c’mon. Tell me who’ve you fucked. Maybe we’re tunnel buddies.”

Steve wanted to throw up. Kate was on the moors again.

“You’re disgusting. Tunnel buddies. How gross can you even get?”

“I hope that’s a rhetorical question.”

“I don’t know what that means and you’re a shithead.”

Hargrove tossed his head back and laughed, showing off those teeth that looked like they could take a chunk out of Steve’s flesh if Billy got close enough to try.

You had a temper like my jealousy. Too hot, too greedy.

“Seriously, though.” Billy had stopped laughing. “What is this shit?”

“She’s Kate Bush and she speaks to my heart.”

Billy just stared at him.

Yeah, that was a pretty pussy thing to say.

“I just got fucking dumped, dude. Let me be sad about it,” Steve backpedaled.

And then Billy did something very unexpected.

Well, he did something very normal for his character, and then he did something unexpected.

He lit up a cigarette.

And then passed it to Steve.

Steve filled up his lungs with a thick drag of smoke. He held it for as long as he could.

Which was really long.

Swimmer’s lungs. And that.

He blew out the smoke. Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window.

“Is this fucking song based on Wuthering Heights?”

“Yeah, you dumb dumb. It’s fucking called Wuthering Heights.”

“Okay, dumb dumb, I clearly don’t even know this song.”

“Maybe you’d be less of an ass if you did. Dumb dumb.”

Billy lit a cigarette for himself, letting the smoke trail out of his mouth like he was some kind of dragon.

Billy probably fancies himself a dragon. Thinks he’s this big scary creature that just goes around breathing fire and ransacking villages for their gold.

Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely on the other side from you. I pine a lot, I find the lot falls through without you.

Really, he’s probably like a dog of some kind.

Domesticated.

“You’re staring at me.”

Yeah. Steve was staring at him. Watching him smoke while Kate Bush played loudly. The speakers still sounded like shit even though Billy had turned down the song considerably.

Steve didn’t know when he had stopped crying.

Probably right when Billy had let himself into his cave of self pity, but his face was still wet.

He wiped it off, not pointing out that Billy had been staring at him too.

“Why are you here so late? Practice ended like, an hour ago.”

Billy shrugged lamely. He kinda looked like a little kid.

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window. 

“Bored. Didn’t feel like being home.”

“So you came to sit in the break-up mobile with me. How nice.”

“Mostly I just wanted to make fun of you for listening to this garbage. I could hear it across the lot.”

And sure enough, Billy’s car was parked a good ways down from Steve, about as far away as their two cars could be from one another.

Steve doubts Billy heard Kate all this way, but what’s he gonna do, bring that up?

No. He’s rather sit in this weird silence that settled between them, feeling awkward about himself and his body and listen to Kate.

I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering, Wuthering Heights

“She’s not worht it, y’know.”

Steve had to do a double take to make sure it was still Billy sitting in his passenger seat, and not some cheap imposter wearing a Billy-suit and saying almost nice things to Steve in a not-mean voice.

“What’d you say earlier? Plenty of bitches in the sea?” Steve would’ve laughed at that comment when Billy made it if they weren’t naked together.

There’s something things you don’t do while naked with another guy, and laughing just isn’t one of them.

Plus, he had been a little too focused on figuring out why Billy’s nudity had given him that same hot feeling that nearly seeing Rob Lowe’s dick in The Outsiders movie gave him last year.

“I mean, it’s true. Don’t sweat this break-up. She seemed like an uptight bitch anyway.”

“Hey.”

Steve was still a little too sore, a little too fresh from the split to trash talk Nance like that.

“Whatever. Get high. Look at some porn. You’ll be fine.”

Ooh, let me have it. Let me grab your soul away.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Silence again.

Kate was back to the chorus.

The song was almost over.

“You could always go on the rebound. get her out of your mind with someone that’ll actually put out.”

Hargrove had barely even said it before he was yanking Steve forward, giving him no time to prepare as their mouthed smooshed together in something that was very very awkward, and very very sloppy.

Steve still had tears on his cheeks, and his cigarette was getting dangerously close to the filter, threatening to burn his fingers, and Kate was still singing, and Billy was kissing him, and dear God Steve’s at least a little bit gay.

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window. 

They drifted apart from one another just in time for Steve to rewind the song again.

“So, uh, yeah,” Billy said, and his cheeks were this wonderful shade of red, and Steve couldn’t stop thinking about Kate’s red dress and that fucking kiss and he was on the moors again, but this time he and Billy were making out in the grass and oh fuck, oh fuck-

“Yeah. Good.”

“Good?” Billy raised on of those dark eyebrows at him, his cheeks still burning.

“Good. Very good.”

Billy nodded a few times, sucking on his cigarette. Steve suddenly remembered he had dropped his on the floormates and tried to stamp it out before it got singed to bad.

“Okay then. Good.” Billy opened the passenger door, stepping out and flicking away his cigarette. He seemed to think for a moment, before turning around, leaning his upper body into Steve’s car.

Steve thought they were going to kiss again.

He was ready to go for it, ready to let his eyes close and maybe let it lead to more. He was Cathy and he was ready for some action.

But Billy just grinned again.

And skipped the song.

[hunflowers]

Lake George

A/N: This is a little extra for my fic Skating Lessons! And she’s part of @helladirections’s Summer Feeling Challenge! So, I’m doing the boat ride challenge and i’d say she’s hella cute :D enjoy! *nose boops*

Going on a vacation together is a big step in a relationship.

At least in Harry’s mind it is, considering this was going to be the first time Y/N was going to join him and Abby for the annual Lake George trip.

End of June, early July, Harry, Abby, Harry’s mum and sister, and a few of Harry’s friends go on a week long getaway to Lake George in upstate New York. Of course this year Y/N would be tagging along because she’s Harry’s girlfriend.

And Harry is fucking nervous.

Y/N hasn’t met any of his friends really and he’s worried how she’ll think of them. Because he knows his friends take a little getting used to, to actually enjoy their company. But, she was insistent — if he was okay with it — she join, so she can feel like less of an outsider in his life.

Plus, Abby really wanted her there. And once Abby wants something, it’s hard for Harry to say no. His daughter is just too adorable and too innocent to deny her anything. Which, can be bad, but he doesn’t really have to worry about Abby turning out spoiled or anything because even as a five year old, she’s pretty humble.

She was insistent, saying she wanted Y/N to join so there’s more girls, and so she could be around someone she actually enjoyed. Though Nana and Aunt Gemma were a close second.

Harry was quick to make Y/N feel not pressured to go no matter how much Abby begged, because he knew she wanted to take things at her own pace. Y/N didn’t meet his mum or sister until four months after they made it official and was quite intimidated about the idea of assimilating into his social life.

Y/N never liked to think of herself as a shy person, and she’s slowly -- ever since Harry has been in her life -- becoming more open to people instead of closing herself off like she used to. “Do y’think they’re gonna like me?” was her main concern the entire plane ride over to New York, and then in the train to the lake, and then when they checked into their hotel.

“Baby, ask me one more time and m’gonna throw you in that lake,” Harry jerked his head to the window that overlooked the vast lake, a warning tone with a hint of humor etched across his face.

Y/N rolled her eyes, smacking him in the shoulder, 1) because he knew her lack of swimming skills and 2) because he hasn’t really provided her with an answer to ease her social anxiety. “Jerk, I’m just nervous.” She looked to Abby in her arms, rocking the little girl a little as she snoozed on her shoulder.

Harry set down their bags on the floor by the bed, before walking over to the extra cot and opening it up for Abby to sleep on. When it was finally set up, Harry walked over to his lovely girls, taking his daughter from Y/N’s arms and gently laying her down on the makeshift bed. He kissed her forehead after tucking her in before walking back over to his girlfriend who opened her suitcase to pull out her own pajamas to sleep in.

By the time they got to the lake it was about ten o’clock, plus jetlag was seeping through their systems and they couldn’t wait to knock out before their busy week ahead of them. 

Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as she stood upright against his chest, sighing into the feeling of him pressed against her, her eyes shutting slightly as the exhaustion took over her body.

Into her ear, he mumbles, “They’re gonna love you. I’m worried if y’g’na love ‘em.”

“If they make you happy, m’sure I will,” she hummed back, turning her head slightly so she could plant a soft kiss to his cheek. At the contact, Harry turned his head so they were face to face, just so he could secure a kiss on the lips.

“C’mon let’s get to bed,” he patted her bottom, leaving one last kiss to her shoulder.

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Y/N never should’ve agreed to coming.

Or, never should’ve agreed to getting on the boat for a little ‘fun.’

She was perfectly tanning on the little beach, reading a new book she brought with her until Harry and co. get back from their little adventure. It was going to be a perfect bonding time for her and Anne and Gemma, but no, nothing was ever that easy.

Abby and her sweet little face could convince the most stubborn of people to do anything, and that’s the only reason she agreed to leaving the safe space that is land. Did Harry in his tiny, white swim shorts have any influence? Hardly. Though, she found it difficult to look away from. Especially when they boarded the floating trap and he removed his t-shirt.

But, Y/N was so beyond nervous of falling overboard and drowning, even in the life jacket that Harry secured to her body. She hardly let her eyes wander out to the water surrounding them, getting nauseous at the sight of the vast lake and thought of all bad things that could happen.

She wasn’t even nervous about his friends anymore. They all get along pretty well, which is amazing. And that leaves more room for her to be anxious about the boat ride. 

Harry sat by her side the majority of the time, except for when it was his turn to take a ride out on the water for a little wake-boarding. Surprising to Y/N, he managed to stay balanced and pull off a few tricks here and there, except for when he completely wiped out by the end of his turn. Her initial instinct was to fear for his life when he dropped down in the water, a loud gasp escaping her throat as he sunk away from her line of vision. But, when his head popped back out of the blue and a smile was adorning his face, she felt just a little bit better.

When he came back onto the boat and sat back next to her, Y/N couldn’t help but pull him into her arms, and mutter “Had me worried for a second,” into his ear, causing him to squeeze her in return. Of course after ogling his wet skin and how tight his tiny, white shorts clung to his thighs. 

“Can’t get rid of me that easily, darling.” And then he smooshed her cheeks which puckered her lips, and kissed her briefly. “D’ya wanna go for a ride?”

Y/N let out a loud laugh at this, “Thanks, but I’ll pass.”

“How about tubing?” He pointed as one large raft was being set up now at the back of the boat. “All you gotta do is sit, and hope for the best.”

Y/N looked at him with a deadpan expression, blinking a couple of times. “You want to torture me don’t you?”

“Come on with me! If we wipe out, we do it as a team. Y’know, because we’re a team,” he smiled cheekily, batting his eyelashes the best he could at her. It isn’t hard to determine where Abby learned that from.

Everyone started to gang up on Y/N, telling her just how fun it’ll be, saying she’s wearing a life jacket and has no reason to fear. And Harry will always save her if anything goes wrong.

It’ll be fun, they said.

You won’t regret it, they said.

But, when her and Harry flipped over on a particularly rough turn, she did in fact, regret it. And it wasn’t fun.

She’ll admit that the moment her body collapsed onto the water, and her life vest kept her afloat, she wasn’t as terrified as she thought she’d be. That doesn’t make her any less right that she was perfectly fine with staying on the boat and watching everyone else enjoy the little adventure. 

When Harry popped back up out of the water, he was laughing his head off, pushing his floppy hair off of his forehead. Y/N splashed him, flipping him off as he continued laughing, waiting for the boat to come back around to pick them up. 

“See, y’survived, baby. Knew you would,” he grinned, earning another splash from her as he swam over to her. 

Abby was a giggling mess when she saw the state of Y/N and Harry, pointing her finger at the two of them as she recounted the events from her own perspective. There were a lot of hand gestures involved in between laughs, and in return, Harry jokingly picked up his daughter and held her over the water upside down.

This just made Abby squeal and laugh harder, no ounce of fear of being dropped anywhere in sight.

Y/N was envious, because Abby wasn’t even wearing a life jacket of her own and she seemed to be completely fine with dropping into the water -- not that Harry actually would.

After all of the more adventurous of the festivities, they all relaxed with the last couple of hours of rented boat time. And though Y/N shouldn’t exactly be drinking while out on the water, to submerge this underlying fear of hers, she needed to drink to forget about it. 

And, well, she did feel a little more relaxed after she got a bit of vodka in her system.

“So, Y/N, is H treatin’ ya well?” Niall, one of Harry’s friends asked, finishing off what seemed to be his third beer in an hour. It was impressive, and how he doesn’t even slightly fazed by the alcohol is even more impressive.

Taking a sip of her own drink, she nodded her head. “Very well. Nicest person I’ve ever met, honestly.”

“I know Abs is crazy ‘bout you. When Harry was first telling me about you, t’first thing he mentioned was how Abby was absolutely in awe of you. That’s the deal breaker for him, his daughter,” he gestured in the direction of where Harry and Abby had ventured off to.

They were both in the water, Abby on his back as he swam around. Harry sometimes ducked on the water, taking Abby with him, both of them popping back up and laughing as she tightened her hold on him. The sight of them two always warmed Y/N’s heart, and each time she saw their bond, it made her determined to stay in their lives for however long they’ll have her.

She loves watching them together and seeing how happy they are when they’re together. They’re best friends and Y/N can’t imagine either of them ruining the pure relationship they have together. And the love they radiate between each other is one that is unmatched, and Y/N wishes she loved someone like they loved each other.

Then it dawns on her.

“Niall, I think I’m in love with Harry.”

At the L-bomb, Niall couldn’t help but spit out the beer that was about to travel down his throat all over the deck of the boat, coating the area in front of him in the sticky substance. His eyes widened as his mouth dropped open into a wide smile, “Holy shit.”

❊ ❊

“Nana, you gotta come with us t’mo’row! It was so much fun!” Abby squealed as she was lifted off the ground, one hand in Anne’s and one in Harry’s as they swung her between the two of them.

Y/N trailed behind them, watching the three of them interact in a loving manner. Ever since her little epiphany from earlier, she hasn’t really spoken to Harry, and not in a bad way, but in a I don’t know how to cope with myself right now kind of silence. 

They’ve been together a total of eight months, and the L-word hadn’t ever really crossed over Y/N’s mind. She supposes it’s because she still has this underlying fear that he’ll up and leave her because he’s so far out of her league, but as days pass on and she gets to know this man more and more each day, she can’t imagine herself never wanting to be apart of his life anymore. 

Seeing him with Abby makes her yearn for a life like that with him, with kids of their own, married, bound to grow old together. And to get to that point, she has to admit to him and herself, that she really loves him.

Like, loves love him.

Harry noticed her silence about an hour ago after they docked the boat and went to dinner. He was confused as to why she had grown silent and he worried she was mad at him for pushing her to go tubing with him, but he also knows her well enough that, that isn’t something she could stay mad at. He also knows her well enough to know not to push her in a public setting, and that she’ll talk when she’s ready.

That’s why he suggests Abby stays with his mum and sister for the night so they could watch a movie or two together and catch up a bit since it’d been a little while since they spent a decent amount of time together. Though, Anne and Gemma knew he just wanted some alone time with Y/N because they also noticed her quiet attitude compared to the start of the day.

When they all departed, and Y/N and Harry headed to their room, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head -- his signature move to console her. “You okay?”

Y/N looked up to him, and nodded her head. “M’fine. Just had some things on my mind.”

“Like what?” He hummed, inserting the key to their room and waiting for the little green light on the handle before pushing open the door.

“Just... things,” she shrugged, mentally slapping herself in the face. She hated how nervous this newfound thought has made her, and she feels like she’s been thrown back to step one when it comes to being open around Harry.

He rose one eyebrow in response, “Uh, right. Do y’want to shower first?” He changed the subject, throwing his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the ensuite bathroom.

“No, no, you can go first,” she waved him off, kicking off her sandals and gathering her disgusting hair into a ponytail to get it out of her face.

Harry opened his mouth to say something else but he quickly shut it, deciding this was a conversation that needed to be had when he felt less sticky. Though, he zoomed as fast as he could in the shower because the anxious gut feeling over what’s wrong was eating him alive. 

When he came out of the bathroom in just his towel, he ruffled the ends of his hair quickly before pushing them up and out of his face. He was quick to notice Y/N was looking at her phone, a small smile complementing her face as she looked at whatever was on it. And his curiosity got the best of him as he wondered, “What’re you smiling at?”

Y/N looked up from her phone, the smile still nestled into her skin as she showed him the contents of her happiness. “I forgot I took these before.”

They were photos of him from the boat, a captain’s hat on his head that he had found in a little compartment under one of the benches. They were some of her newfound favorite photos of him.

Which only further solidified her love for this man.

That guy in the photos is her boyfriend, and the man she loves,

It’s crazy.

“Hey, I look pretty good,” he grins, flicking his nonexistent long hair over his shoulder.

Y/N hums back, bringing the phone back around to her eyesight, still staring at the photos she took. She also got a few of Abby that are absolutely precious. And all she wishes is that she gets to stay in this girls life for the rest of her life.

“Y/N,” Harry called, knocking her out of her lovestruck trance, making her snap her eyes to him as he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her a little worrisome. “Are y’sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, H. Honest.”

He gave her a pointed look at that, basically saying c’mon I know you better than that. “Was it m’friends? I know they can be a little... much, tha’s what I’ve been trying to warn you about.”

“No! No, I loved them, they were really great,” she spoke quickly, getting up from the armchair she was on, and standing in front of him.

“Is it because I pushed you into going on the boat today?”

“No--”

“I know I shouldn’t have, I’m really sorry--”

“Harry!” Y/N finally snapped, bringing her hands up to his cheeks and smooshing them together so he could stop talking for just one second.

“I’m in love with you.”

Silence loomed over them as Harry’s jaw fell slack and his eyebrows scrunched together. Y/N smiled down at him sheepishly, her hands moving down to his shoulders, tears swelling in her eyes as she really took in what she just said to him. She felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, her mind finally relaxing and taking its own deep breath as the truth was finally set free.

It felt like an eternity as they kept staring at one another, but Y/N didn’t mind. She could spend forever looking at him and never once would she get bored.

Her left hand came up to caress the underside of his jaw, her thumb grazing over the bit of stubble that sat on his face. To break the silence, she said it again, “I love you.”

“You love me?” He finally breathed, hands coming up to her hips and pulling her down to straddle his lap.

Y/N brought her arms up to wrap around his shoulders, a bigger smile than before worming its way up her face. “So much.”

“Holy shit,” and then he kissed her. He pulled her face quick against his, locking their lips in a passionate embrace fueled by love.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” he broke them apart, cupping her face in his hands as he kisses her cheeks, her nose, then her forehead.

“I fucking love you, Y/N.”

And then the tears swelled in her eyes again at his confession. She sat back just a little bit as her eyes bounced back and forth between his, now letting his truth dawn on her.

Before she could say anything else, he continued, “I’ve loved you for a while now. But, I wanted you to say it first. I knew if I did, you would’ve spiraled into a sea of darkness in that mind of yours. Needed you to say it first, needed you to do it without any pressure of saying it back.”

Fuck, she loves him so much.

And now the tears cascaded down her cheeks as she pulled him back to her in a heated kiss. They fell back against the mattress, Harry’s hands firm on her hips as they rocked back and forth with one another.

It was refreshing stepping into a new part of their relationship that has yet to be explored. It excited them both; To be able to love each other with no fears getting in the way. They were developing and evolving together and fuck, they love each other.

“I really wanna have sex,” Y/N muttered against his lips, pecking his soft lips once more. “But I really need to shower first.”

“V’got a solution,” he smiled, quickly sitting up and standing up with her legs wrapped around his hips. It was clear to say he was heading to the bathroom again, his intentions straightforward — and Y/N’s heart and lower region throbbed at the thought.

“M’gonna need another shower after we’re done anyway.”

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 15 ; Ice Pick

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 6,123 Warnings: mentions of a seizure, one use of a spanish word, lydia and emma seeing peter, some name drops, this chapters pretty mild actually.. A/N: Hi, friends! Chapter 15! I can’t believe it. Uhm, I know nothing about ice skating, I’ve only been roller skating. All three girls are becoming somewhat civil at this point. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Beep beep beep beep. Beep beep beep beep. Beep beep beep beep.

My eyes shot open at the sound of my alarm clock going off. Groaning, I turned over and hit the off button. I rolled onto my back and laid there for a second, just thinking about the events that have played out the last couple of days. 

The night at the station, after Stiles brought me home, we sat in his room and talked.

Walking into Stiles bedroom, I let out a deep and long breath, plopping down on his bed. He walked in and sat down at his desk, as I crawled up the bed to his pillows, laying on my stomach.

“Do you have your homework for Harris' class”? he asked.

“No, I did it and turned it when I was done at the school,” I said, my face smooshed together from laying on his pillow, the back of my head facing him.

I took a deep breath and rolled over on my right side, ready to fall asleep when I felt the bed dip behind me. “No, I don't know the square root of Pi.”

Stiles chuckled. “I didn't ask for an almost Twilight reference,” he said, putting a hand on my shoulder to turn me to face him some. 

I turned my head and looked at him. “What?”

“Did you wanna talk about what happened with your mom?” He took a deep breath. “And about what happened at the station.”

“Derek took care of that, I'm--”

“Not that. Before then,” he said. “In my dad's office.”

I tried to look anywhere but at him. “Uhm...” I sat up and pulled my knees up to my chin, wrapping my arms around my legs. I rested my chin on my knees, as I muttered, “Not really.”

I didn't feel any sort of negative vibe from Stiles, just curiosity. I looked up at him and just stared for a second. 

“You don't have to if you don't want to,” he reassured me in a soft voice. He went to get up, but I grabbed his hand. I was going to tell him everything, but decided at the last minute not to. Instead, I leaned forward and kissed his cheek gently.

When I pulled back, I sighed and licked my lips. “That kiss doesn't change anything between us. I mean, I hope it will eventually, but not right now. Not with everything that's going on with my parents.”

Stiles gripped my hand a little tighter and smirked. “That's okay. I'll--”

“I mean, if you're wanting to date other girls, that's totally fine, I don't care,” I rushed. “You're almost 17, do whatever, but--”

I was on my way to Ramble Ave when I felt Stiles' hands on cheeks, causing my eyes to lock with his as he said, “Em, I want you and I'll wait for you. I promise.”

I nodded and kissed his cheek, getting up and walking out of his room to sleep in my own bed.

Was that the talk I wanted? No. I wanted to talk about my mom, but I guess the universe had different plans. I heard a piece of paper slide under my door, so I got up and walked over, picking it up from the ground. On it, it said, “Sorry about the other night with your mom… even though you didn’t actually talk to me about it. Hope I can make you feel better by taking you to the ice rink. I know it's been a while since you've been. It'll be fun. -Stiles. PS- gotta go in like 20 mins. Be ready by then.”

I smiled and chuckled at the note. I opened my door a little bit, watching as he was making his way back to his room. 

“Don't worry, I'll be ready soon,” I said, startling him. He turned and looked at me while I was laughing. He smirked at me and I knew what was coming next. “Stiles, don't!”

Too late. By the time I had finished my statement, he opened my door all the way and wrapped his arms around my middle, hoisting me off the ground. Still laughing, I felt my back hit the mattress. My eyes had closed when Stiles picked me up, so when I opened them as my laughter died, all I saw was Stiles staring down at me.

“Please, don’t tickle me,” I said. “I’m still hurting a little.”

He nodded and sat up, bringing me with him. “Are they still healing?”

Nodding back at him, I tucked some hair behind my right ear. “Yeah. They’re itching like a mother, so I asked Melissa about it when I had my appointment last week, and she said it was normal.”

“Good,” he said, quietly. “That’s good.”

I sighed and looked at my clock. Rolling my eyes and taking a deep breath, I said, “We have 15 minutes before we have to leave. Go back to your room and get dressed while I get ready, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, getting up and leaving my room. 

I took my time getting dressed, looking at the bottle of pain pills. I grabbed them off my vanity, walking downstairs and putting them in the medicine cabinet in the very back. 

“Ready to go?” Stiles asked, coming down the stairs.

“Uh, yeah,” I said. “Let’s go.”

~~~

Gym class. Gotta love gym glass. Today, however, was a fun gym class. Rock wall climbing day.

I wasn't too fond of heights. So, while Scott and Allison were climbing the wall, I was standing over by Stiles, arms wrapped around myself.

“Hey, it's gonna be okay,” he said. “Maybe Coach will pair us up, ya'know.”

“Yeah. Maybe,” I sighed.

Everyone started laughing, so I looked to see what the commotion was about. Because I wasn't paying attention, Scott either lost his footing and fell, or Allison pushed him causing him to fall. I'm gonna go with the latter on this one because I looked up and saw Allison laughing. She looked at me and shrugged with a smile on her face. Huh. I'm guessing she's on her way to liking me now? Either way, I'll take it!

Scott's harness gave out a few seconds later, sending him on his back to the ground. 

Coach sat on the mat next to Scott's head, laughing. “McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy.” He started laughing again. “Alright, next two. Stilinski, Erica, let's go.”

“Uh, Bo-- uh, Coach, can I go instead of Erica?” I asked.

Coach looked at me and thought for a moment. He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I know about your fear of heights. You're gonna sit today out.”

“But if you do that, then I'll get ridiculed for getting special treatment,” I whispered back, fully ready to argue. “We had a deal last year. I don't get special treatment just 'cause you're my uncle and the Coach... and my Econ teacher.”

He sighed deeply. “I'm not gonna risk you having a panic attack up there. Sit this one out. You can help me at the next practice.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.” I turned to Stiles, looking at him with annoyance from my uncle. “Have fun and don't fall.”

Stiles nodded his head and looked around for a second. He placed a quick kiss to my forehead and walked to the wall. I turned around and noticed that Erica had the same expression I had earlier. If she had a thing with heights like I do and she was being made to go up on the wall, then I would feel extremely bad. 

She walked up to the wall and got harnessed up, Stiles as well. They both started climbing and my sights were set on Stiles' back side. Damn, he had a nice ass.

He had made it up in record time while Erica was still struggling. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth and looked at her with worry. This was not gonna be good.

Erica was starting to hyperventilate while Stiles was celebrating. I looked at him and shook my head, then looked back up to Erica. 

“Oh, please...” she whimpered.

Coach and I rushed forward to stand underneath her, as did everybody else.

“Erica,” Coach said. “Dizzy?” He leaned over to me while still looking up at her. “Is it vertigo?”

“Vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear,” I said, not taking my eyes off of Erica.

“She's just freaking out,” Lydia added. I looked down at her, glaring before I rolled my eyes and shook my head, putting my gaze back on Erica.

“Erica,” Coach said.

“I'm fine,” she replied.

“Bobby, maybe it's not safe. You know she's epileptic,” I said quietly, looking over at him. 

He looked back at me. “Wh-wh-why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff?”

“It's in her file you should've gotten at the beginning of the year,” I said. “I know. I put it in your filing cabinet.”

“Erica, y-you're fine. Just kick off from the wall. There's a mat to catch you. Come on,” Coach encouraged.

She kicked off the wall and landed gently on the mat.

“You're fine. You're on the ground,” Coach said.

“Aww. You do have a heart,” I sassed, putting my hand over my own. “The Tin Man has a heart.”

“You're alright. Let's go. Shake it off. You're fine,” Coach said.

“I retract everything I just said,” I said, putting my hand by my face. Erica rolled her eyes and walked away, trying not to cry at everyone laughing at her.

Not appreciating what the class was doing, I rolled my eyes and started walking away. “What a bunch of assholes.”

Scott stopped me from walking any further as we looked at each other . I knew the look he was giving me all too well; don't get involved.

Going back to the locker rooms, I went into the girls' and quickly changed. I had an extra bottle of body spray in Stiles' locker, so I closed mine and walked over to the boys' locker room. 

I went straight for Stiles' locker and opened it, grabbing my body spray and spritzing the scent into my hair and on my clothes. I replaced the cap and put the bottle back in his locker and closed it, starting my search for my best friends.

As Coached walked out of his office whistling to get the boys' attention, I stopped dead in my tracks at the equipment lockers. “Listen up,” Coach said. “Anybody see Isaac Lahey, you immediately tell the principal. Get a teacher, or you call me. Except for you Greenberg. Don't call me for anything. I'm not kidding. Don't call me. You shouldn't even have my number.”

I turned around, seeing that Scott and Stiles had walked up behind me. 

“Isaac?” Scott asked, walking over to their lockers… where I just was.

“It's Derek's problem now,” Stiles replied.

I walked behind them to their lockers. Once we reached our destination, I leaned against the outside of Scott's.

“What do you mean tonight's not a good idea?” Stiles asked, getting ready to take off his shirt to switch it out.

Scott opened his locker and I groaned. He looked at me with confused brows. “What?”

“You just--” I had to stop myself. “Nothing. Reply to him, please.”

Scott shook his head quickly, taking a deep breath. “I don't know. That thing we saw last night, Isaac missing, Allison's grandfather. All this stuff happening with Derek just doesn't feel right.”

Scott closed his locker just as Stiles had finished putting his shirt on. “No, you're not backing out,” Stiles said. “Do you wanna know why? Because you and Allison are obviously having quite a good time together. And you wanna know who else wants to have a good time? Stiles! Stiles wants to have a good time... many, many times. Several times in a row. In several different positions. Are you even listening to me?”

While Stiles was ranting about wanting to have sex, Scott had this look on his face like something was wrong. All three of us looked down to his hand, seeing it shaking.

“Scotty, what is that? Why are you shaking?” I rushed out, scared that something was wrong with him. He rushed out of the locker room, Stiles and I looking at each other for a second before following. Apparently, so did the rest of the class. 

Scott caught Erica right before she fell to the ground. Stiles and I ran over to Scott's right side, Allison to his left. Erica was shaking violently, this letting us know that she's having a seizure.

“Put her on her side,” Allison said. “Put her on her side.”

Stiles and I looked at each other then back at Scott. 

“How'd you know?” Allison asked.

“I just felt it,” Scott replied, his hand in Erica's.

The ambulance came not long after to take Erica to the hospital. Everyone went back to the locker rooms to finish changing into their regular clothes then went off to class.

I was waiting for Stiles outside of the locker room. When he came out, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder walking down the hallway.

“Ya’know,” I said. “If you wait just a liiiiiiittle bit longer, you'll be able to have a good time in several positions, multiple times.” I looked up at him, seeing his cheeks flush a pinky hue.

“Well, guess I'm gonna wait then,” he replied, giving me a cheeky smile causing me to chuckle.

~~~

Walking into the cafeteria, Stiles and I spotted the person we wanted to talk to, going over and sitting at his table. 

Stiles tried to act all inconspicuous. “Boyd,” he greeted.

“Hi, Boyd,” I greeted sweetly.

“You got the keys?”

Boyd held out said keys, making Stiles chuckle and grab them, but before he could pull them away, Boyd grabbed the other half he was still holding.

Stiles tried to yank them away, but Boyd's grip didn't falter... or loosen. Damn, he was kinda strong.

“This isn't a favor,” Boyd said to Stiles. “It's a transaction.”

“Right, yeah,” Stiles said, releasing the keys. He nodded his head once and looked at me, reaching in his pocket to get the money they agreed upon. He slammed his hand onto the table and showed Boyd the amount he grabbed.

“I said fifty,” Boyd said. 

Because I knew where this was headed before I knew where this was headed, I had already asked my mom for the money. I told her I needed it for an after school activity. It wasn't technically a lie, per se, but it wasn't the full truth either.

“Really, I... I remember twenty,” Stiles said. “I don't know. I have a really good verbal memory.”

Boyd looked at me, silently asking me if he was for real. I shrugged and silently said back that you can't choose your friends. Well, in my case, more like family.

“I remember twenty,” Stiles continued. “I remember that distinctive twa sound. Twa-enty.”

“I said fifty. With a fa sound,” Boyd said. I snorted and pinched my lips between my teeth, my hand going over my mouth to conceal the laugh I so desperately wanted to let out.

“Hear the difference?” Boyd continued. “If you can't, I can demonstrate some other words with the fa sound.”

“Uh, no, no, no,” Stiles said. “I think I'm recalling it. No. Heh. Maybe I just got it confused with... for... ty.” He set another twenty on the table.

Boyd grabbed a Dorito from his bag and popped into his mouth. Can't read his poker face, ladies and germs.

Stiles sighed and tried to reason with Boyd. Keyword: tried. “Come on, man, have you seen the piece of crap Jeep that I drive?”

“You seen the piece of crap bus that I take?” Boyd retorted.

Getting tired of Stiles' antics, I gave Boyd the fifty I had and smiled sweetly at him, taking Stiles' forty bucks.

Boyd smiled back at me, and handed me the keys.

“Thank you, Boyd. Don't spend that all in one place,” I joked.

Stiles and I got up and walked over to the table that Scott was sitting at. I placed the keys down on the table, sitting down.

“Got 'em,” Stiles said. “Well, Emma.. got them. We'll pick you up right after work tonight and we'll meet at the rink, cool?”

“Oh, who said I was going?” I asked, shock laced in my voice.

“You did. This morning,” Stiles retorted.

“Uhm, no, no. Nothing was said to me about skating. Therefore, I'm not going and being a fifth wheel.” I put my hands up to say that I had made my point.

“Yeah, it was mentioned. In the little note I gave you this morning? Come on, Em, please? For me?” 

I looked over at him, seeing he had his bottom lip sticking out in a pout. I was about to reply when I noticed Scott looking off behind me. I looked at Stiles with curious brows and turned my head to look over my shoulder.

Walking into the cafeteria with perfect hair, a white tank top, a black jacket, a mini black leather skirt and leopard print heels was Erica. I could've sworn she looked different this morning. She walked over to a table with two boys, and salaciously bent over it, grabbing an apple from one of the boys trays. She bit into the apple and wiped the juice from the corner of her mouth.

Slamming her hands on the table, Lydia asked, “What... the holy hell... is that?”

“It's Erica,” Scott said. 

We all watched her walk out of the cafeteria, taking another bite out of the apple.

As if on cue, Scott, Stiles and myself got up from the table and followed her out to the front of the school, watching her get in Derek's Camaro. Derek looked over at us and smiled cockily before driving off.

Stiles and I looked over at Scott, wondering what hell just happened. Well, that's what I thought, anyway. Not sure what they were thinking.

~~~

I was laying on my side with my books and homework in front of me when I heard a knock at my door. 

“Entrar,” I said.

My door opened as a voice said, “Hey, Scott's about to-- why aren't you dressed?”

I looked up at the source of the voice; Stiles. Chuckling, I looked back down at my homework, shaking my head, saying, “I told you. I'm not going.”

Stiles sighed and set down his backpack, walking into my room. “I swear it'll be fun.”

“Yeah, because being around Lydia's gonna be a blast,” I said sarcastically.

“Who said she was coming?” he asked.

Without looking, I grabbed my phone and handed it to him.

Scotty: Look, I know you don't want to, but just please come tonight. You'll have fun, plus it'll get your mind off things... maybe even help you sort some out, too.

Emma: … I'll think about it.

Scotty: Great. Oh, and Lydia's coming, too.

Emma: 😑

I looked up at Stiles through my lashes with a raised brow.

“I didn't invite her,” he defended.

“Allison probably did,” I said. 

“Hey,” he said, taking my homework, putting it in my book and closing it. He rolled me over on my back and hovered over me, looking at me upside down. “You know she's just trying to be friends with you.”

“Yeah, but did she have to invite my literal enemy?” I said. “I mean, I get that telling her Lydia's a horrible person made a red flag go up for her, but I mean--”

“She’s a big girl,” Stiles said. “Plus, I think Scott had a talk with her about you, and maybe she changed her mind.”

“About?”

“Well, you’re protective,” Stiles said. “When it comes to me and Scott, you’re protective. I think now maybe she sees that you said all of that just to protect her.”

I looked away from him for a moment, picking up my phone as it dinged. I read the message that came through, sighing. “Fine,” I relented, looking up at him. “But if I start feeling like a fifth wheel, I’m walking home.”

“Got it,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket to check the message that had just come through. “Gotta get Scotty. You coming or not?”

“I think I have to now,” I sassed.

“Good. Get dressed.”

About 15 minutes later, we found ourselves outside of the animal clinic. When I saw Scott locking up the doors, I climbed in the backseat. 

He got in and scrunched up his nose, looking back at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Why do I smell--” he said, stopping his words to smell the air around him. “Annoyance?”

I sighed, and rolled my eyes. “Stiles, please drive. I want to get this night over with.”

~~~

About 15 or so minutes later, we showed up at the ice rink, meeting Allison and Lydia.

Be cool, Emma, be cool.

Stiles unlocked the door and opened them, him, Scott and myself walking in. Turning to his left, Stiles turned on the lights, looking back at me and Scott and giving a playful smile, to which Scott returned. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the desk where the skates were, grabbing my size and walking to the benches.

I took off my shoes and put my skates on, listening but not wanting to listen to Stiles and Lydia. I mean, I know he confessed stuff to me at the dance and I didn't say anything back, but I was kind of hurt that he would sit with her and not me, but I guess beggars can't be choosers.

“Could it be any colder in here?” Lydia asked.

I heard unzipping, so I looked over my shoulder at the two, watching as Stiles took a bright orange jacket out of his bag.

“Here,” he said, handing it to Lydia… who didn't take it. Shit, I would’ve! It’s cold in here!

She looked at it and then back at him saying, “I'm wearing blue. Orange and blue, not a good combination.”

I pinched my lips behind my teeth, knowing Stiles didn't like that answer and she was gonna get an earful from him.

“But it's the colors of the Mets,” he said. This boy and his love for the Mets. Made me smile a little.

Lydia looked at him like she didn't care. He wadded the jacket in his hands and went to put it back in his bag when he saw me looking at him. He held it out to me, so I looked down at my own outfit. I was wearing my regular blue jeans and white tee. I shrugged and held my arms out to catch it when he threw it. Putting it on, I was instantly consumed by warmth.

Not wanting to hear anything else, I stood up and walked over the edge of the carpet, psyching myself up to get on the ice. Stiles was right; it'd been a while. 

I took a deep breath and placed one skate on the ice, then the other as slowly as I could. I needed to get my skating legs back. Once I was sure I had my balance, I pushed forward a few times. When I didn't fall, I went a little faster on the ice, skating towards the middle of the rink to do a few small turns before doing an even bigger one.

I just happened to look over as Scott stepped on the ice then proceeded to fall. Right. On. His. Face.

I couldn't help the laugh that came out of me.

About a minute later, Lydia and Stiles made their way to the ice. I tried to stay a good distance away from them, but Lydia had other ideas. She came over by me and geared herself up for professional style spins. 

I stood next to her as she spun and crossed my arms, while keeping balance on one leg. I raised a brow at her and shook my head, skating over where Stiles stood, totally prepared to get off the ice and back into my regular shoes.

He grabbed my arm gently and looked at me, “Where are you going?”

“This wasn't a good idea,” I said. 

“Spin for me,” he said, surprising the hell out of me.

I looked at him with incredulous brows. “What?”

“I saw you spinning earlier,” he said. “Spin for me. Please?”

My eyes went soft as I looked at him before I closed them and took a deep breath, nodding. I skated back to where Lydia and I were, essentially doing the same thing I had done before; doing a few small turns before doing a bigger one.

When I looked back over at Stiles, he had his mouth open like he couldn't believe what he just witnessed.

I skated back up to him. “Like what you see?” I said, trying to be all cute.

“Very,” he replied.

I smiled a little at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him along with me. He laced our fingers together, coming up to my side.

“Having fun?” he asked.

“Eh. A little,” I shrugged. “I did have a lot of homework to do, though. And I had to look at a play that Coach wanted me to look at for the next practice.”

“Is he ever gonna let me play?” he asked.

“Maybe. If you freaking show up,” I said, poking his arm and giggling. I looked over watching Scott and Allison. She was a few feet behind him as he skated up to the wall. He was doing fine... until the front half of his body made contact.

I chuckled and looked up at Stiles, who had a look on his face.

“What?” I asked.

“Gotta pee,” he said, almost like he didn't want to.

I chuckled again, but this time at him. “Well, go. I'll still be here.”

“You're the best,” he said, kissing my temple before skating off. He stopped and turned back to face me with a grimace look on his face.

All I could was smile and shake my head. “It's fine. Go.”

He skated off the ice and went straight for the bathroom.

While he was doing his business, I skated around a little before I noticed a flower petal on the ice. Scrunching my brows in confusion, I knelt down on the ice and picked it up. I was a little confused as to why I was holding a wolfsbane pedal.

“You see it, too?” Lydia asked me. I looked up to see that she was standing in front of me. I looked between her legs and saw a line of them.

“Lyds, move,” I said. I started crawling along the line of petals, wondering where they were leading. I stopped once I saw the actual flower sticking out of the ice. I looked back at Lydia to see that she was still standing in the same spot where I left her. I was starting to pant a little as I turned my sights back to the flower. I noticed that parts of the ice looked a little like snow, so I brushed it away to reveal a face of a man; Peter Hale. He opened his eyes and I started to pant even more. He suddenly jumped up, putting his hands on the ice and his face up to it, silently screaming, his head jerking super fast.

I had tears in my eyes as I started screaming my head off. I was scratching at the ice when Stiles came to my side, trying to pull me back. “Emma, baby, it's alright. You're fine, you're okay,” he said in my ear. 

I knew he was there, but I was sobbing uncontrollably that I didn't think I heard him. It was when he put his body in front me that I started to calm down my sobs. He put his hands on my cheeks and lifted my face up to look at him. “You're okay.”

“Stiles, I saw Peter. He was in the ice,” I sobbed, rushing my words. “You told me he was dead, he's supposed to be dead, Stiles. Why am I seeing him?! What the hell’s happening to me?!”

Stiles pulled me into a hug and ran his hand down my hair, repeatedly. “I don't know. Come on, we'll go home. I'll run you a bath.”

I nodded and stood up with his help. He helped me skate over to the carpeted area, telling Scott in a low voice, “She saw Peter. Not sure why. I'm gonna take her home.”

I looked up and saw Scott looking at me, clearly concerned for one of his best friends. “Okay,” he nodded. 

“I'm sorry, Scotty. I didn't mean to ruin your night,” I said, tears running down my cheeks. He pulled me out of Stiles' arms and into his for a hug.

“You didn't. Hey,” he said, pulling back to look me in the eyes. “We'll figure this out, okay?”

I nodded and looked at Allison. She looked back at me and instantly pulled me into a hug. I was getting a lot of hugs right now and while I was thankful for them, they weren't necessary. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. For everything. I didn't mean what I said about Lydia.”

“Shhh, it's okay. I forgive you,” she said. “I wouldn't have wanted you to come if I didn't.”

I looked back at her. “You wanted me here?”

“Yeah. So did Lydia.” She turned her sights to Lydia, who was slowly skating up to us, tears also running down her cheeks.

“I thought it'd be nice to hang out again,” Lydia said, almost shyly. “Try to be friends again since we're hanging in the same group.”

I was stunned at this information. All I could was look back at Stiles and hang my head. “Take me home, please.”

Stiles took me home immediately after that, running me a warm bath, and spending the night with me in my room. I sure as hell didn't feel like being alone.

~~~

The next day at lunch, Stiles and I ran into the cafeteria looking for Scott. We found him... and Allison. Stiles stopped right before he ran into her, making me in return run into him.

“Shit, Stiles! Don't do that,” I said.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

Allison walked away, so we walked up to Scott, Stiles walking to his left, me to his right.

“Scott,” Stiles said, pointing to an empty table. “Do you see that?”

“What? It's an empty table,” Scott replied.

“Yeah, but who's empty table, Scotty,” I said. 

Like a light bulb went off in his head, Scott said, “Boyd.”

“There we go,” I sassed.

Walking out of the cafeteria, Scott said, “I can go to the ice rink and see if he's there. And if he's not at home, one of you call me, got it?”

Stiles stopped walking, making me and Scott stop walking. 

“What?”

“Maybe we should let him,” Stiles said. “Boyd, ya’know, man? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?”

Grabbing his arm, Scott walked forward, telling Stiles, “We can't.” before he let go of his arm.

I started walking quickly to catch up with them, placing myself in between them.

“You gotta admit, Erica looks pretty good,” Stiles said. “You know, the word 'sensational' comes to mind.”

I cleared my throat, giving him a raised brow to let him know I wasn't too happy with that comment.

“How could you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?” Scott and I asked.

“Alright, all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility,” Stiles said to Scott.

“They are,” Scott said. “And you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible.”

“Alright, I'm with you,” Stiles said. “Em?”

I looked at both boys, sighing before sassing out, “I suppose.”

“And I also gotta say this newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you,” Stiles said.

“Shut up,” Scott and I said, once again.

“Okay, we've got to stop doing that,” I said, holding a hand up.

“No, seriously,” Stiles said, stopping us from walking any further. “Do you wanna just try making out for a sec?”

Scott wasn't having any of it because he reached around my back and shoved Stiles forward. I chuckled and started walking forward with Scott.

“Just to see how it feels,” Stiles said, trying his damnedest to get Scott to relent.

~~~

Pulling up in front of Boyd's house, Stiles slammed his brakes, sending my flying forward. “I swear to God, you need to retake Driver's ED,” I said.

“Sorry,” Stiles replied, getting out of the Jeep. I wasn't sure if he really was sorry for rushing it like he did.

I got out of the Jeep and ran up the steps to Boyd's house. “Hey, Boyd?” I said, knocking on his front door. Stiles looked over into the window that was right beside the door, knocking on it.

“Hey, Boyd?” Stiles said. “It's Stiles and Emma.”

Receiving no response, Stiles turned around, exclaiming, “Oh-- wow.”

I turned around to see what he was talking about and saw that Erica was standing right there. She giggled at him and I glared at her with narrowed eyes.

“What are you two doing here, Stiles?” she asked.

“Uh,” he said, looking at me. “Nothing, we were just looking for, uhm...”

“Boyd. We were looking for Boyd,” I said.

“Yeah. Yes. What she said,” Stiles confirmed.

She squinted her eyes and slightly turned her head at Stiles, asking, “You know what you're doing right now that's kind of funny?”

Stiles shook his head. Oh, no. I knew exactly where this was headed.

You see, the first night I stayed with the Stilinski men after my dad came to the video store drunk the night Alpha almost attacked me and Jackson, I was getting ready for bed. I was wearing my normal tank top and shorts like I always did during the summer time. Stiles had walked in and accidentally looked at my... chest region. Ever since then, he'd have that exact look on his face. The typical face of a guy trying not to look down.

I also realized that Erica was stalling. For what, I had no clue why.

“You're only looking in my eyes,” she said.

Mental facepalm.

Stiles nodded his head a couple times, both of us asking, “That's funny?”

“Well, yeah,” she said, looking between the both of us. “Because it's that kind of look where you're trying not to look anywhere other than my eyes, but you want to, don't you? You want a nice, long, hard... look.” She stepped closer to him, trying to act all sexy... or... whatever. She was acting whorish.

Stiles closed his eyes tight, desperately not wanting to look down at her chest. He opened his eyes and shook his head, unimpressed frown on his face. “Not really. No.”

“Oh. It's just my eyes?” she asked, backing up a couple steps.

“Yes. You have beautiful eyes,” Stiles said, voice sounding like it's wanting to crack.

“I have beautiful everything.”

“A newfound self-confidence. Congratulations, Erica. We should get going,” I said, not wanting to be around her anymore. What I really wanted to do was stay and trying beating the holy shit out of her for trying to make Stiles do something he didn't wanna do.

I went to take a step forward, but Erica stopped me by putting a hand on my chest. I looked down at her hand then back up to her eyes, the look of get your hand off my boobs on my face.

“You two aren't not going anywhere,” she said.

“Why not?” I asked. “By the way, can you please remove your hand?”

“Stiles is having car trouble,” she said, holding up the Jeep's starter.

Stiles and I both looked at it in shock. Erica hit Stiles in the head with it, turning back to me. 

“Hit me and I'll send the Argent's after your werewolf ass,” I told her. I guess she didn't wanna listen because she hit me anyway.

~~~

Waking up smelling garbage, I had a pounding headache. I put my hands up and felt something uneven. I pushed up and saw light, so I pushed with all my strength. Apparently, I was in a dumpster. A fucking dumpster.

“Gee. Thanks, Erica. You're a lively one,” I sassed. Stiles popped up beside me as I looked over at him and said, “She's such a bitch.”

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A/N 2: Gif was made by moi. 

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Posted on October 13, 2020

[signsofsam]

9-1-1 Week 2020, Day One: Darling, I Fancy You

“I mean, sure, I’ll take your money if you really want, but...you should just go upstairs, and be humble when you thank me later. Which you will.” Chim gives him a grin, and Eddie rolls his eyes, though he does head for the steps as soon as he leaves the locker room. Because really, what could Chim possibly be-

Buck is on the floor, in the middle of a makeshift playpen, with puppies.

Buck. Is. With. Puppies.

Damn it, I guess I will have to thank Chim later, Eddie thinks, but then all coherent thought sort of dissipates and his brain short circuits because holy mother of God, Buck is playing with puppies and Eddie is completely gone for this.

Prompt: “Wanna bet” + Fluff

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Notes: Title is from London Boy by Taylor Swift 

 Y’all, mostly I just wanted to write Buck + Puppies. *shrugs*

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“You need to get upstairs as soon as possible.”

Eddie grunts at Chim, putting his watch back on. “Why?”

“Not telling you; just go upstairs. You’ll thank me later.”

“Wanna bet?” 

“I mean, sure, I’ll take your money if you really want, but...you should just go upstairs, and be humble when you thank me later. Which you will.” Chim gives him a grin, and Eddie rolls his eyes, though he does head for the steps as soon as he leaves the locker room. Because really, what could Chim possibly be-

Buck is on the floor, in the middle of a makeshift playpen, with puppies.

Buck. Is. With. Puppies.

Damn it, I guess I will have to thank Chim later, Eddie thinks, but then all coherent thought sort of dissipates and his brain short circuits because holy mother of God, Buck is playing with puppies and Eddie is completely gone for this. Like, he knows they can’t have a puppy, with Chris and his disability and their jobs and the craziness of their lives, they can’t have one, but…maybe they can bring a puppy home just for a few hours so Eddie can fawn over Buck playing with it? Because watching Buck right now, a puppy in one arm, two puppies in his lap, the fingers of his free hand moving a little toy around so a fourth puppy can stumble-jump over it, a soft smile on his face that’s made of pure happiness? God, he’s so in love with this man. He’s not ready to tell Buck that yet, but every day, something else happens and Eddie looks at Buck and he just...he’s in love with him, simple as that. He’ll tell him soon.

Eddie swallows, having to pull his eyes away before he does something foolish like kiss his boyfriend in the middle of the station (and profess his love), smooshing some poor, innocent puppy between them, and catches Bobby watching him from the kitchen, knowing smirk on his face. Eddie narrows his eyes at his boss, and the captain laughs, turning back to his food, but that makes Buck look up, and his happy smile grows wide as he reaches a hand out to his boyfriend, motioning him. 

His other arm has a sleeping puppy snuggled in it, and Eddie gulps again.

“Where’d the puppies come from?”

Smooth, Edmundo, smooth.

“Found ‘em on my way in this morning; someone tossed them out in a box, and I couldn't just leave ‘em there, you know?” Because of course not. Buck rescues small cats out of trees to appease crying little girls; he’d never leave a box of abandoned puppies alone in some alley or on the side of the road or by a dumpster or wherever he actually found them. “I didn’t have time to drop them by the shelter, but they’re sending someone to come get them,” Buck whispers, a little sad that the puppies will soon be gone. He pulls Eddie to sit beside him, the scruffy brown dog that was playing with the toy instantly coming to sniff him, and Eddie...yup, he’s just got to pick the little ball of fluff up, right?

Yes, yes he does.

The puppy nips at his fingers, but then settles, snuggling into his chest and Eddie can’t help but smile softly, fingers trailing down the puppy’s tiny body. He knows Buck is watching him from where he’s leaning against him, blond hair pressed against his neck, and he wonders what the sight of Eddie with a puppy does to Buck, knowing what Buck with a puppy does to him.

He finds out later, after the puppies are gone (don’t worry, the volunteer reassures them all, they’re puppies; they’ll be adopted out quickly. We've already got a post up about the Firefighter litter, and there are already applications without even seeing them.), after they’ve had breakfast and a few calls and are finally back at the house, Buck pushes Eddie against the ladder truck and kisses him soundly, one hand cupping Eddie’s cheek, the other pressed against the metal beside Eddie’s head. When he finally pulls away, nipping at Eddie’s bottom lip, Eddie murmurs “what was that for?”

“You and puppies, Eds. It’s kinda a winning combination for me."

And if they find themselves at the shelter on their next off day, ready to volunteer and maybe play with some puppies, so what? It’s a winning combination for them both.

[ask-the-riders]

One Step Closer

War takes a chance, allowing herself to be a bit more open and trust Pestilence. This time, she won't be running away

"Hey Fam? Have you seen Pest anywhere?" Famine looked up from his spot on the couch, casually shrugging his shoulders and humming, "Nah, I don't think I have. I know he's still here though, at least. Didja check his room yet?" War made a face at the suggestion, "Uhh... I knocked, but there wasn't any reply so I left it alone."

Famine made a soft sound of acknowledgement, "Ahhh, that's your problem right there. When it comes to checkin' his room, sometimes ya just gotta walk on in. If he wants quiet time, he won't respond."

War arched a brow bone, appearing vaguely concerned, "Fam, if he wants his quiet time, I think I should leave him alone. I don't wanna be a bother or anything, so I can try again later." The taller rider offered her a slight smile in hopes of giving even a little reassurance, "Hey, no, whatever you need 'em for must be of some importance. I mean c'mon, it's not like you ta voluntarily be lookin' for him like this. 'Sides, you're his soulmate and he really likes you a lot. He might like havin' you there with him, actually."

War was silent for a moment, letting the other's words sink in. Processing them, she nodded slowly, "...Ok. Thanks for that, Fam." The rider in question shot her a more lighthearted grin, aiming a finger gun at her, "Anytime, kiddo." At the nickname, War's cheekbones dusted a faint shade of blue and she approached him, gently bumping the top of his head with a closed fist. Famine continued to smile, chuckling softly and shaking his head at the gesture, rolling his good eye light.

The female rider excused herself and headed off toward Pestilence's room, her soul doing flips in her chest as she began to worry; what if Pest didn't want to see her? What if he was upset about something and her presence just made it worse? Famine's words echoed in her mind and she took a deep breath, curling her hand around Pest's doorknob. Sharply twisting it and nudging the door open before she had the chance to rethink everything, she took one step into the room and froze.

There beside his bed, Pestilence stood, nude from the waist up with his shirt still stretched around his forearms. Looking toward his door and seeing that it was only War that'd decided to visit him, he offered her a slight smile, his cheekbones turning the faintest shade of green, "Hey there, cutie. What brings you to my room like this?" The sound of his voice seemed to snap her out of whatever headspace she was in, the situation and nickname combined causing her faint blush to visibly darken, "I-I uh... I just wanted to talk to you. About last night."

Carelessly discarding his shirt on the floor, he tilted his head, turning to face her, "Yeah? What about last night?" Her blush darkened even more and she shook her head, attempting to avert her gaze, "It's really not that important actually, sorry for walking in on you like this." Pest sighed, his expression softening, "Don't worry about it, ok? I was just about to lay down for a nap, but it's totally fine. So whatever you wanna talk about, we can. It's alright, I promise." She momentarily paused, closing her sockets. Now if only she could-

Opening her eyes again, she made a sound of acknowledgement, stepping a bit further into the room and pushing the door shut behind herself. As she leaned back against it and spoke, her voice came out softer than before, "But I.... I don't wanna bug you or anything. It's just... This is about how I panicked and ran away. I thought you were trying to kiss me, and I wasn't ready for it. I hope I didn't make it weird or hurt your feelings at all." Pestilence hummed softly, beginning to approach her, "Ah, that. It's ok, War. Physical shows of affection don't seem to be your thing, so I probably should've asked first." War's brow bones furrowed, and she mumbled lowly, "I... don't have a lot of experience or good memories with that stuff. Hell, my first kiss was taken against my will, and I was kissed a few other times against my will, too. Those memories are what hold me back sometimes, I think."

The taller of the two hummed again in understanding, slowly lifting a hand to cup her face. He smiled softly as she leaned into his touch, his voice just as soft as hers, "I see... Thank you for letting me know, War. I wish I didn't try to plant one on you without asking now... I really, really should've asked, and I'm sorry I didn't." War delicately placed a hand over his, her figure beginning to glitch and tremble as her blush darkened even further, nearly spreading down to her shoulders.

She seemed to hesitate, feeling shy as she looked up at him, once again speaking no louder than a mumble, "Then ask me, Pest."

Pestilence blinked, momentarily caught by surprise. His own blush darkened ever so slightly and he tilted his head, slowly asking, "...Can I please kiss you, War?" Despite the way she began to glitch more with the increased embarrassment she felt, she whispered, "Yes." His blush darkened again, and as she drew in a faintly shaky breath and closed her eyes, he felt himself smile. Sockets drifting shut, he closed the distance between them, very gently pressing his teeth to hers.

Not wanting to overwhelm her, he pulled back after a moment, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb as he gazed at her with obvious affection. At the rush of emotions she was feeling, her sockets snapped open, now clouded with wars as she continued glitching. As a reboot bar appeared floating over her head, he reached out and caught her as her legs began to give out. Pulling her close to himself, he lifted her up into his arms, carrying her to his bed and gently laying her down.

As he stood beside the bed and watched her, he smiled slightly in amusement, and murmured, "One kiss and you've gotta reboot on me, huh? I wonder how many more it'll take for the reboots to stop, then." He became silent again, walking around his bed and laying down beside her, tugging a blanket up over both of them. Pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, he smiled to himself, delicately taking one of her hands in his. Using his free hand to muffle a yawn, he softly squeezed her hand and closed his eyes, intent on catching a nap.

A little while later when her reboot had finished, War's sockets cleared and her brow bones knit in confusion; she'd been standing just a little bit ago, and now she was lying down. She felt some restriction on one of her hands and looked down to find her fingers still laced with those of her soulmate, who appeared to be fast asleep now. Cheekbones turning blue again as she remembered the kiss, she slowly lifted her gaze, settling it on Pest's face.

He looked so peaceful, and the small smile he wore made her soul thud within her ribs. A warmth seemed to flood through her, and she found herself cuddling closer to Pest, gently resting a hand over his sternum. Her blush became brighter as she planted a soft kiss on his cheek, and her frame glitched again as he shifted in his sleep and proceeded to wrap an arm around her, nearly smooshing her against him.

War squirmed in his grasp for a moment and then stopped, letting out a deep sigh. It seemed she'd be trapped there for a while, and struggling would just be a waste of energy. She decided to make the best of this time, remaining cuddled close to him as she closed her eyes; if he was napping, she might as well try to catch a nap too.

[amshy-dontlookatme]

Hard Days feat. Shinsou Hitoshi

A/N: Heard that @shinsouzone​ was having a rough one and thought some headcannons might help. Tender Shinsou below the cut!

Warnings: None.

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x reader

When you have a bad day:

Hitoshi knows how you text like every inch of his capture weapon

Can tell in a heartbeat that you’re having a rough day, asks if you need anything

Picks up anything you request on his way back from patrol, even if you message ridiculous things as a joke

Shows up at your home in loose sweats with a gentle smile on his face

Drops the bags on your table and immediately places a soft kiss on your forehead

Gives the best bear hugs, the kind that pick you up by the waist and carry you

Hitoshi will refuse to admit that he’s always doing extra strength training to be able to keep doing it, even if you seem as light as a feather a the time

“Wanna rant about it or be distracted?”

Will listen as long as you need, pulling you onto his lap and carding his fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp

Open any treats you asked for and puts a spread out on the coffee table by your couch

If you want to be distracted, will pull out any games you like or put in your favorite movie

Lots of little kisses. Everywhere. Face, top of the head, shoulder, hands, wrists

Makes dry sarcastic comments about the people at your work, both coworkers and customers

“You know I could just stand guard for you at work, anytime anybody asks something direct them to me and I’ll make ‘em go away”

Squeezes you a little tighter when he hugs you while trying to comfort you

Laces your fingers together and sighs as he tries to stay awake

Will draw a bath if you let him and insists on helping, if you let him

Places soft kisses on your shoulders while he sits with you in the warm water

Will wraps his arms and legs around you like a koala bear if you try to get out

“Sorry babe, it’s the law of bad days. Need to stay here for mmmmm five more minutes?”

When Shinsou needs comfort:

The last thing Shinsou ever wanted was to seem weak.

But there he was, standing on your doorstep and holding his fist up to try and knock to see if you were able to give him the comfort he desperately needed after his day

Having been approached by a villain while on patrol who tried to convince him to join the LOV, a sidekick from the agency he was doing a work-study with had begun spinning rumors about how his quirk was villainous

Shinsou thought he had put all of this behind him, moved on from that stereotype and proven himself a hero

His fist shake as he stands there in the cold, cursing himself for letting tears escape down his cheeks

When you open the door to his faint knocking, he nearly collapses into you

His arms hang limply and shinsou hides his face against the crook of your neck with a sniffle

Fails to keep in a few soft whimpers at the comfort your warmth brings him

Shinsou lets you lead him to the couch and rests his head against your shoulder as you two sit

Lays his head in your lap and pulls your hand to his hair as his breathing becomes erratic

Starts talking once he’s calmed down a bit, but spills everything about his day and the ugly self doubt that came clawing back into his mind

Wraps his arms around your waist and sighs as your fingers massage his scalp

Asks in the softest voice ‘Is it alright if I stay here with you tonight? I don’t wanna be alone with my head…”

Takes a quick shower and changes into a spare pair of sweats he left here for lazy date nights

Curls into you for the entire night, whether in bed or on the couch. Needs to feel as close to you as possible

Falls asleep hugging your arm close to his chest with his cheek smooshed against your shoulder

Will deny that he accidentally drooled on you till the day he dies

[chaoticslinkys]

First Rain

I made this a while ago and I keep forgetting to post it essentially its just when the slinkies first experience with rain, its kinda long so I put it under a read more.

Somehow you wake up well before your two bedmates, which is definitely rare on your days off but their probably still tuckered out from your guys outing at funland yesterday. Somehow they managed not to destroy anything, but that might’ve because you told them no kisses if they break something this time. You decide to get a start to the day seeing that it’s 9 but also mainly because your hungry, but to do that you have to get out of their grip first. Ever since Spinel and Spince started sleeping with you, you realized that they have a habit of wrapping you up in their limbs with you sandwiched between them. You didn’t mind one bit, in fact ever since they’ve started doing that your sleep has been amazing, only issue you have with it is when you have to get up. When you finally manage to get up and out of bed as your stretching you notice that they immediately snuggle into each other bringing a smile to your face, you decide to take a picture on your phone to save the moment ( and to tease em later but they don’t need to know that). 

On your way to the kitchen you look outside and notice the dark grey sky and realize it's going to rain at some point in the day, declaring today an inside cuddle day you move to get some breakfast started for the three of you. As your finishing up you feel a pair of arms wrap around your middle and a body and gem press into you from behind

“Morning”  Spince whispers into your ear with his accent heavy from having just woken up

“Morning sleepy head, she still sleeping” You ask him

“Nah she’s up, should be out in a bit though” he replies before yawning

“Good, now set up the table for me will you” giving him a peck on the cheek before moving back to get everything off the stove 

“Sure thing sweets” he replies before giving you a peck back and moving to set the table, right as he lets go of you Spinel walks in yawning before moving to hug you from behind just like Spince was not long again and nuzzling into your neck

“Good morning to you too sleepy head” you tell her while turning in her arms to hug her back

“Morning” you feel her mumble into your neck 

“Alright sleepy head I made pancakes and I wanna cuddle today so let me go so we can eat” you tell her, she immediately perks up because she fuckin loves cuddles and pancakes 

“Yeah Spins stop hogging y/n” Spince calls out from his place at the table 

“Shush let me love em” She hisses while tightening her arms around you making him laugh 

“Alright you two no fighting I’m hungry and I wanna cuddle and if you two start fighting I’m leaving this house to go find someone else to cuddle with” your warning shuts them both up immediately making you snicker. You give Spinel a peck on the cheek as you drag her to the table to sit.

 After breakfast they help you wash the dishes before you drag them to the couch proclaiming “Since today is so cloudy im making today a movie and cuddle day since this weather makes me sluggish” you say as you push em down on the couch before running off to gather blankets and snacks

“Doll are ya actually making today a cuddle day or are ya just messing with us” Spinel questions when your halfway to the bedroom 

“Yup, weathers gloomy so I wanna cuddle with you two all day while watching movies” You call back “Alright sweets, I am loving today already” You hear Spince cheer once you make it back to your shared room making you snicker, you gather up the blankets from bed before making your way back to the living room. You dump the blankets on top of them earning you a grunt from Spince and a yelp from Spinel before moving again to get snacks from the kitchen, no sweets though because your trying to keep them in one spot today. 

By the time you make it back to the living room they’ve both already covered themselves in blankets while leaving a space for you between them as well as set up the TV to watch movies. You set the snacks on the table in front of the couch before squirming your way under the blankets and snuggling up between them. “Alright what are you two in the mood to watch” you ask them as you grab the remote from Spince’s lap.

“Can we watch some animated movies I really liked those” Spinel perks up “Yeah! I love those they always have pretty colors” Spince adds on

“Alright animated it is then” you say as you snuggle in between them while scrolling through your playlist. 

Halfway into the fourth movie your falling asleep with your head on Spinels lap and your feet on Spince’s lap. You honestly didn’t want to fall asleep but with Spinel running her hands through your hair and surrounded by their warmth it's impossible to not fall asleep. 

Although not long after you fall asleep you wake up to Spinel shaking your shoulder and whispering nervously

“Doll wake up somethings wrong” she tells you while looking around

“What, whats wrong” you ask her as you sit up and rub your eyes

“Cant you hear it its so loud” Spince whispers from his crouched position next to the couch. As you start listening closely you realize that its raining, and its raining hard. Instead of answering them you decide to have a little fun with them and stand up from the couch. As your making your way to the door you can hear Spinel whisper shouting to you. “Y/n, where the fuck are you going, don’t go to the door we don’t know whats out there” As you reach out to open the door you hear both Spince and Spinel shout out your name. You decide this is to much fun and continue to just pull the door open and step out onto the porch. As your walking out you hear both of them running towards you to pull you back in. When you hear them reach the door you turn around and meet their panicked faces with a grin.

“DOLL/SWEETS WHAT THE FUCK” They both yell out at the same time while pulling you into their arms. At that point your just laughing so hard your wheezing while their giving you the most concerned yet confused look.

“Uhh y/n why are you laughing after running towards you know, danger” Spince questions you as both him and Spinel tighten their hold on you

“Because were not in danger, look” You say as you turn to look out towards the front porch

“Um y/n why is water falling from the sky” Spinel asks you while turning to face outwards as well “Its called rain and it happens when the clouds carry to much water and they need to drop some of it” you explain to them

“Sooo, were not being attacked then” Spince whispers into your ear making you giggle

“No, slinky we aren’t being attacked its just raining really hard” you respond while getting out of their arms. You start walking towards the edge of the porch and they start freaking out when you move to step into the rain

“Alright alright relax you two look its not gonna hurt me its just water see” you tell them while sticking your hand out into the rain “see perfectly fine” you turn to look at them and realize their both still tense and nervous. You think for a moment and come up with an idea that might make em both relax. “Alright slinkies give me your hands” You tell them while reaching out for them “What, Why?” they both question at the same time making you snicker “Just trust me alright this is gonna get you to both relax and i have a feeling your both gonna like it” you tell them while reaching to grab their hands. Once you start pulling them out into rain they seem nervous but when the first drops fall on them they start to relax and just get this look of pure amazement on their faces that just fill your chest with warmth and brings a soft smile to your face. Although its raining so hard your soaked in seconds, but you really don't care considering you love the rain and your too preoccupied looking at your slinkies being amazed by rain. You decide to get them a little more into the rain by running towards them and jumping in a puddle near them making them jump from surprise “Sweets what the hell” Spince asks while he and Spinel shake out some of the water from their loose hair

“Yeah doll what was that for” Spinel asks as well “Well ya see the point i brought you out here for was so you can see just how much fun you can have in the rain, and one of the things you can do is jump in puddles” you tell them while you stomp in the puddle your in “another is just a more intense way of playing tag” as you say that you stare at them before jumping at Spince and yelling out “TAG YOUR IT” before booking it “HEY I WASN’T READY Y/N” He yells out before chasing after you while spinel is just laughing but not before Spince turns around and tags her while she’s distracted 

“HEY” She yells out before running after the two of you. The game goes on for about 20 minutes until they both decide to team up to catch you. They end up cornering you and as you try to get away they wrap their arms around you and smoosh you between them, Spinel behind you and Spince in the front

“Tag, we win” they whisper into your ear making you shiver in response “Hmm i guess you two did” You hum back. You would move to go back inside the house but honestly you feel too comfortable and safe just being hugged between the two of them, especially considering since they started humming and swaying. As this goes on you lay your head against Spinces, chest right above his gem, and he rests his head on top of yours while Spinel rest hers on your shoulder. Your starting to get really sleepy when you sneeze, scaring the shit out of both of em. “DOLL YOUR GONNA GET SICK CUZ YOUR COLD” Spinel yells out after recovering from her scare “OH FUCK YOUR RIGHT LETS GET HER INSIDE” Spince yells out while picking you up and running towards the house.

“Ill be fine you two ive spent time out in the rain before” you tell them while laughing from how much they over react. Although you think its sweet how concerned they are for you.. “Yeah right doll, we aint risking ya getting sick” Spinels snorts out as she closes the door behind her. 

“Pft i dont get sick that easily” you huff out as Spince drys out your hair with a towel and Spinel is going through your drawers for some dry clothes “And plus we gotta get ya warmed up Sweets we really don't want you getting sick we heard that its not a nice feeling when humans get sick” Spince tells you.

“Fine, fine, but i want cuddles to get warmed up then” you give in “We can do that doll” Spinel tell you as she hands you dry clothes. After your changed you hop into bed and they follow right after you taking their place on either side of you before wrapping you up in their arms

“Good night slinkies i love you” you whisper after you get comfortable between them

“Good night love ya too y/n” you hear them whisper back as your falling asleep making you hum. Although, needless to say you ended up getting sick the next morning and lets just say they said “i told you so”.

[liaswritesrobots]

Misfire slowly opens his ruby optics to the small crack of sunshine that sneaks through the side of the window where the towel covering it doesn't touch. He looks down at Lias, laying against his chassis with their cheek smooshed up against his side, a leg tangled around his, and their arm over him with their hand resting in his chest. 

He gives a dopey grin, one full of admiration, as he begins playing with the sleeping human's hair. He's happy that Lias finally warmed up to him, and especially happy that they warmed up to the idea of dating.

He knows he and his friends can be a bit… much, especially to an organic. Luckily Lias had warmed up to Grimlock and Cons4Eva pretty quickly, which lead to them warming up to Crankcase, then him. They still need a bit of adjustment to Spinister and Krok but he understands, Krok can be kinda scary sometimes. He's pretty much accepted that no matter how much he wants them to that Fulcrum and Lias will likely never get along, but at least Fulcrum tries to tolerate the human's presence for Misfire's sake.

He keeps twirling his digit in the human's hair and tries hard to keep his wings from fluttering so he doesn't wake them. Unfortunately he's a bot who can't keep still for very long and his wings jerks up, pushing the human so they're practically on top of him.

He's always amazed at how heavy of a sleeper they are. Sometimes they joke about being able to sleep through an apocalypse and he's starting to think maybe they're right.

He kisses the top of their head and runs his digits through their hair once again. They keep talking about wanting to do something called "dying it", which worried him at first, but once they explained it just meant changing the color he calmed down. He offered to paint if for them but they told him it didn't work that way, they needed a different kind of paint than cybertronian's use for their bodies. 

He had offered to steal the paint for them, but they told him not to do that and that they'd rather save up for it on their own to feel like they've earned it. He just shrugged and agreed not to steal it, even though he thought he should since it'd make 'em happy. 

He's also very excited to see how it turns out since they told him they wanna dye it pink! He knows they want a lighter shade than his paint job but he's still excited that they're going to kinda match each other.

He's snapped out of his thoughts of what they're going to look like with pink hair by a sleepy little moan.

"Mornin' babe" He says twirling Lias' hair.

"Hey," They let out in a sleepy yawn, "What time is it?" 

"Noon." 

"Anything to do today?" they ask.

"Nope!" he smiles, " Not unless you wanna go terrorize the other's in a game of Shoot Shoot Bang Bang."

"Nah," They say wrapping the sheet around them and snuggling back up to Misfire, "Let's just stay in here today, we can play games and watch movies, maybe order take out or something." 

His wings wiggle when they press their nose against his chest in a nuzzle, "Sounds good to me!" he exclaims reaching for the remote and playstation controller on the nightstand. He props his helm up with a bunch of pillows and swings an arm around Lias and turns on the TV and PS4, "What kinda movie ya wanna watch, babe?"

"You can pick, I don't mind."

"Hope you're ready to regret that decision." He smirks and kisses the top of their head again. He starts up Lias' PlayStation account and goes straight to the Netflix app and starts looking through the cheesiest movies he can find.

Lias cuddles up closer to Misfire as he starts up Bee Movie. They look up at him, "Really?"

Misfire gives a devious smile before resting his chin on their head, "Yep."

"Ok, but we're watching an actual good animated movie after this, like Megamind." Lias says resting their hand on his servo and rubbing their thumb around on it.

"Sounds good to me! We can have a cartoon movie day! Ooh, we definitely gotta watch some Peanuts movies! And maybe some of those animated Marvel and DC movies too!" His wings wiggle with excitement.

Lias smiles, " Yeah, we can do that."

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Man and Wife Pt.02

The Wedding Day

04/07/2019

Pairing: Bucky x Reader          Word Count: 5,611

*Masterpost in Notes     Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, oral sex f-receiving

A/N: Part 2! I debated for like thirty minutes whether I wanted to make this a series or not and I decided yes after a few ideas popped into my head. I hope you all like it but I should warn you that without angst we cannot appreciate the good times. Just...a warning for you. If you happen to reblog, thank you so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

“Are we crazy?” You wonder, gently stroking the soft lace of your white floor length satin gown.

“Maybe.” Bucky relents but reaches back to place his hand on the back of your neck. You sigh lightly, the relief of his cool metal hand against your heated skin is perfection. “Do you regret it?”

You meet his eyes, staring into the radiant blue pools as you consider his question. He doesn’t hold it against you that you take a few seconds to think about it.

Then again, he can also tell that you’re admiring his good looks. This perfect creature wants you. How is this possible?

“No.” You admit, the warmth of love flowing out from your chest to the rest of your body. “I don't.”

Bucky's smile brightens and his eyes sparkle again like they had when you’d agreed to marry him in the throes of passion.

“Me neither.” He whispers and you lean towards him. He rests his hand on the back of your chair and rushes forward to meet your lips with his in a soft but eager kiss.

The way he lunges towards you tells you that he's grateful for the physical reassurance. He’s excited for it. You’re not sure exactly why yet but over the past two weeks you’ve begun to understand that Bucky has been lonely.

~~~~~~~~~~

“No one’s ever kissed me so readily before.” He confesses as you settle in beside him on the plush red compound sofa.

In front of both of you, Steve and Sam are debating over the Green Berets and Full Metal Jacket. Movie night with a bunch of former soldiers? Of course it’s going to be a military movie!

Bucky wraps his right arm around your shoulders and places his hand along the top of your right bicep. He squeezes you into his side.

“You go around kissing girls all the time?” You tease.

“No.” Bucky smiles, amused with your joking. “But I’ve dated a bit since things kind of settled down for me and I don’t know, we just-”

“We fit.” You nod, grabbing the small fold of his t-shirt just over his abs. You tug it a few times gently.

“Yeah.” Bucky looks down at your lap, smiling with contentment before you reach over and pull his attention back up to your face by placing your right hand on his left cheek.

He meets your eyes but you’re already leaning in to kiss him and he happily returns your kiss.

~~~~~~~~~~

There are two stages of life for you. In your head they are called ‘Before I kissed Bucky’ and ‘After I kissed Bucky’ because you don’t know how you lived before you kissed him.

His lips are like an addiction. You haven’t slept with him since that first time in that secluded corner of the water park, but you and Bucky have been making out every chance you get.

It always starts the same. Just a small peck or the slow flutter of a semi-lingering smooch but it always ends the same, with you pinned against a wall or perched on his lap or laying beneath him as he kisses you senseless.

He kisses you until your lips are raw and puffed and you stop only because you’re both adults and you know you can’t spend the day making out.

Right now is no different.

You’d leaned in to simply seal your assurance that you think you and he have done the right thing but you’re already lost in his warm velvet kiss, his lips parting to breathe into you, muddling your mind as you taste the champagne on his tongue.

God, this man can kiss! He wraps his left arm around your shoulders and pulls you towards him. You angle your body so that he can try and pull you flush against his chest. He might have denied being a pervert at the Ocean Dome but every time he’s kissed you, he’s tried to pull you to him so that your chest is smooshed against his own.

So yeah, maybe he hadn’t meant to shove his face into your boobs but there is no denying that he likes them and definitely doesn’t regret the slip he’d taken that put him there.

He parts his mouth further and you can feel the shift and click of his jaw as he deepens the kiss more. He hums into you, “Mmmm.”

You’re struggling to breathe but you reach up and take a hold of his lapels and pull him closer, not daring to break that kiss.

“Um, excuse me assholes! I’m in the middle of my speech.” There’s a flutter of laughter that fills the small white tent as Casey stands on the stage and stares at you and Bucky in exasperation.

Bucky’s the one that pulls back first, realizing that she’s talking to the two of you. Then you follow his bashful gaze to your best friend.

Her short blonde hair is carefully waved and pulled back on the right side. Her green eyes are shining with amusement but also annoyance. Her long sea green maid of honor dress glistens pleasantly in the dim light of the tent, cast by carefully hung bronze chandeliers.

“Are you done?” She jokes but you nod and give her a glare. “We came to watch you all get hitched, not suck face.”

Bucky doesn’t remove his arm from around your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side instead as he chuckles at Casey’s forthright nature.

“You tell ‘em, baby.” Sam agrees. “Stop being gross, man.”

It turns out that when Casey had gotten herself lost at the Ocean Dome; she’d found herself put upon by three large guys looking for an easy mark. Someone they could corner in the wave pool and have some fun with.

Luckily for Casey, Steve and Sam had been looking for Bucky—he’d been busily buried within you at the time, but they still don’t know that—and found a distressed Casey instead.

The threatening guys folded easily when faced by two intimidating war vets, and she’d melted straight into Sam’s arms.

Both you and Casey had gone home with new love interests that night, though you’d clearly one-upped her by getting a marriage proposal instead of just a date.

Casey gives him a wink and you and Bucky both chuckle.

“As I was saying, I didn’t know that when we went to the water park that my best friend would be coming home with a fiancé. I think it’s a bit of an understatement to say that I was a little shocked.

“I tried hard as hell to talk her out of it because, come on, what kind of sane man proposes to a girl he barely met?”

“Bucky, sane?” Sam asks and everyone laughs.

The guests are mostly Bucky’s friends. There are only about ten intricately decorated tables with bouquets of spring morning baby blue and baby blush pink, each made to hold eight people, and only one of those tables are your guests. Casey and a few of your friends from high school lend your only support for your side of this union.

“But…” Casey continues with a heavy sigh. “After watching Bucky and Y/N over the past two weeks I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people fall into step so quickly. You’re both fucking stupid if you think this isn’t going to be hard.”

Your smile wavers because you know Casey is right.

“This is some crazy shit that you two are doing and I still can’t believe that you’re married, Y/N. Not just because it’s, I don’t know, such a grown-up thing to do? But also, because you’re leaving me in the house without a roommate to help me pay the rent.” Casey gripes.

People laugh again and you roll your eyes. “I told you I’m still paying for this month and next month! Whiny brat.”

“Oh, that’s right. Congratulations then!”

Bucky laughs beside you and you lean your head on his shoulder.

“But seriously, Y/N. You’re crazy. I don’t think I could do what you’re doing but I can also see that you and Bucky…I don’t know, you just fit. You’ve been alone for a long time and I don’t just mean single.” She shifts her eyes to Bucky and a seriousness overcomes her playful expression. “You and I had a talk and I explained to you how special our Y/N is.”

Bucky nods slowly.

“You’ll have to take care of her now and I hope you’re up to the task because my girl has been through enough hardship to last her a lifetime. I’m expecting you to maybe not make her life easy, but offer your support when things get rough. Y/N…” Casey has to stop for a second as she fights the lump in her throat, and you lift your head to lean forward towards her even though she’s almost clear on the other side of the tent. “When your grandpa died and you didn’t know what you were going to do or where you were going to go, there was no question in my mind that you belonged with me. Your home has always been wherever I am. I love you and I’m so happy that you found someone that can help you build a new home, one completely your own. I know that’s what you’ve always wanted and I’m so irritated that you found it so quickly.”

She laughs. “You are my best friend. You are my sister. Literally, because my parents adopted her.”

You laugh too, through misty eyes and softly trickling tears as Casey says this for the benefit of the room and the guests who know very little about you.

Bucky’s metal hand gently moves in soothing circles at the center of your back. He leans in, resting his forehead against your temple, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek in an offer of comfort.

“I love you so much, Y/N and Bucky?”

Bucky sits up, pulling back to look at your best friend and give her his undivided attention as she licks her lips and glares at him through her own tears.

“If you hurt her, I know several Avengers who I can coerce into helping me kick your ass so mind your manners and take care of my girl!”

Sam stands up and points over at Bucky, threatening him as he nods. “I’ve got my eye on you, tin man.”

You laugh but wrap your arms around Bucky’s torso as he raises his hands up in surrender. “Looks like I’m outnumbered.” He whispers to you.

“With the promises of pain out of the way, I wanna ask everyone to raise their glasses in honor of the bride and the groom.” Casey continues and Sam hurries to her side and hands her a glass champagne before raising his own.

Surprisingly, everyone in the tent rises and lift their glasses into the air.

“To Y/N and Bucky. You’re both fucking stupid but you look so damn happy. To being really damn happy!” Casey says and amongst chuckles and giggles, your guests raise their glasses in unison.

“To being really damn happy.” They follow and then drink.

Bucky beams and looks down at you before reaching up to hold your chin between his thumb and index finger and pull you into another mind befuddling kiss.

Bucky can’t understand how he ever thought that this life would be endless and wretched as he drowned in his guilt.

He still feels terrible about the things he did in his past. He can’t give back the lives he took but even though he knows that, with you in his arms, he feels as if he could do anything.

He’s not even sure what song is playing. It might be a fast one, but he’s still got you pressed securely against his chest with your head tucked in against his neck and his left arm wrapped around your waist. He leads you with his right hand in your left in a slow swaying dance.

You feel so good where you are, so right with your soft breasts pressed against his own dark suit.

Here you are. His wife. A wife that he can’t seem to stop kissing.

Almost as if you can read his mind, you lean back to look up at him and he smiles down at you, admiring the beauty of your face before he leans down and kisses your lips.

They’re so soft, so perfect, and they pull him in, drowning him in this strange but all-encompassing love you radiate. The moment he met you in that water park it had been like you’d bewitched him. It was more than his face in your boobs.

Bucky can tell the difference between lust and this need to be with you, around you, have you, keep you. Yeah, okay, your boobs had been great, but you slapped him! Tiny thing that you are in relative size to him, you’d stood up for yourself. You’ve got fight in you and Bucky was lost to you right then and there.

Then you spoke and your frankness was amusing. You were kind too but helpless too. He didn’t know what possessed him to ask you to marry him, but he also knows that it’s the best thing he’s ever done. He’d convinced you in less than thirty seconds and here you are, his. All his.

Kissing him. Loving him. It all feels like such a dream. Like he’ll wake up any moment and find himself back in his worst Hydra nightmares. He gets to care for you. He gets to bring you happiness and satisfaction. He gets to make you smile and laugh. He's so lucky.

He tightens his arms around you, and you respond by slipping your hands into his hair. It feels so good that Bucky nearly rips open the back of your dress right then and there just to get at your skin.

He’s been holding himself back really well the past two weeks. Your love had begun with a flurry of passion—public sex in the dark corner of an artificial lagoon and the moment you told him you would marry him, he wanted to wait. He wanted you to be his wife before he tasted your sweetness again.

He’d slept with plenty of women since coming back to New York but like he’d told you, none of them felt right. It had been routine with the other girls he’d been with. Each kiss felt forced or pried from their lips where as you’d given yourself to him completely and without question.

He doesn’t know why you trust him so wholly, but he can only hope that he’s worthy of your faith. He’s made so many mistakes in his long life, this is not one of them.

Bucky pulls back, his lips smacking as he pulls them away from yours. You look dizzy and intoxicated though you haven’t had nearly enough champagne to get you drunk.

“Let’s go home.” He whispers and your eyes suddenly dilate.

He can see the shift of your hips as you struggle with your own arousal and his mouth waters.

After a hasty goodbye to his friends and family—Tony hands him a thin envelope with a check for so much money that Bucky decides to put it in an account for you and you alone, just in case—he pulls you from the reception tent, spread out on the compound lawn. The music of the party follows the two of you as you leave, fading more and more the further you go.

“Bucky?” You say in wonder and he’s sure he knows what has you confused.

He’s moving at such a fast pace that he can hear you struggling to keep up, but he needs to get you as far away from that tent as possible because he can’t wait anymore. Two whole fucking weeks!

As the two of you clear the front of the building and disappear into the darkness of the underground parking lot, Bucky pulls you close and walks you back until your back is pressed into the cool stone wall.

“Here?” You ask him and Bucky answers with a frenzied kiss.

He licks your lips, coaxing them open with the tip of his tongue. When you oblige, he plunges in, tasting the sugar champagne on your tongue.

As he kisses you, his hands move down along your sides and stop at your hips where they begin to pull up the skirt of your dress. He fists the soft fabric, holding it out of his way as he reaches down into your panties and quickly searches your soft folds for your entrance.

He smiles, pleased at how slick you are. He knew that he wasn’t alone in this urge. You wanted him just as much as he wants you.

“Ooooh,” You moan, and it drives him crazy.

“Does that feel good?” He asks you in a sultry whisper.

“Yeah…” You gasp at him.

“How good?”

“S-so good, Bucky.”

“What do you want me to do? Tell me. Tell me how to make you feel good.”

“I-” You stop to swallow, and Bucky uses the opportunity to push his index finger into you. Your hands shoot down between your legs and you grip his wrist.

He doesn’t move his hand much. He uses the small subtle motion of just his finger to push into you. You holding his wrist does nothing to stop him and he can feel your juices drip down across his palm.

He wants a taste.

“I want you to eat me up, Bucky.” Bucky’s finger stills as he blinks, shocked that somehow you seem to be reading his mind again, not to mention no woman has ever told him just what she wants before. Just like that first time, he had not been expecting you to confess that you wanted him inside of you.

Your desire to have him eat you out drives him down into a squat. He quickly pulls your underwear down, grips the under side of your left thigh and lifts it up onto his shoulder. He presses a kiss against the soft flesh of your inner thigh, then another, and another. With every kiss he moves closer and closer to your sweetness and your breathing gets so ragged that Bucky hopes no one comes to get their cars.

Here in the dark corner of the garage, though you may not be seen right away, the sounds you’re making would be sure to draw attention.

He presses his nose against the spot just above your nub, enjoy the heady scent before he flicks out his tongue once. Then again. And again. You shudder against him as he begins his search for your nub, pushing the folds of your lower lips back until he finds his prize. He closes his mouth around it and gently sucks.

Your hands shoot into his hair, gripping it so hard that you’re pulling it painfully.

“Oh, fuck…” You whimper and it only stokes the fire in Bucky’s pants. God, he wants you, but he loves the sounds you’re making, and he doesn’t want to stop. So, he doesn’t.

He licks you from bottom to top and then stops over your nub and suckles, lapping up your juices greedily.

When you start to rock your hips against his face, Bucky feels his rod twitch and he can’t hold off anymore.

“I’m coming, baby-doll.” He warns and for a moment he sees the confusion on your sex-dazed face. He quickly undoes the button of his pants and the zipper before pulling himself out and in one fail swoop, he glides into you, burying himself to the hilt.

Your body shudders as you reach your climax. Your whimpers choke off in your throat as you fight the urge to cry out and Bucky just wants to make you come again.

He groans loudly, enjoying your orgasm with you, and he can feel your hands panic as you scramble to shove them over his mouth.

“Shhh, we’re going to get caught.” You realize but Bucky doesn’t care, not right now.

He doesn’t give you a chance to get adjusted to his girth. You’re smooth as silk on the inside and you’re squeezing him as your core settles around him again. He starts to ram himself into you, this time moving more slowly than he had at the water park.

As you rest your head against his clavicle, he reaches down to grip your bottom with his right hand and uses his left to hold your head there against his chest. You shake your head, as you bounce up and down, his stiff rod piercing you over and over.

He likes the way you reach up and grab hold of the shoulder of his tuxedo jacket. The way you’re yanking on it makes him believe that he’s really driving you crazy with pleasure. He feels a swell of pride as your right knee buckles and he quickly wraps his arms around your waist to hold you up then angles himself to fuck you faster.

“Shit…shit…” You mewl and shut your eyes tight as you fight the build of pressure again.

Bucky can feel your left leg, wrapped around his waist, pull him closer and he grinds against you as he thrusts.

“Bucky…Bucky…” You moan, over and over again, you say his name. “Ooh, harder.”

Your demand has an unintended effect and Bucky can feel the pressure build for him, his sack twitching hard as he releases into you. A guttural groan forces its way out of his throat and through his clenched jaw as he keeps pumping into you, grinding against your nub until he feels you convulse around him as your own whimper rises in pitch and then falls away into heavy breathing as you collapse against his chest with the rush of your second orgasm.

For two long minutes you and Bucky stay just like that. Shoulders heaving, chests pounding, genitals tingling as the pleasure radiates through you both and then dies out into pleasing numbness.

“Come here.” Bucky begs, needing your lips now that his body is satiated.

He can feel you struggle against the lull of content collapse, but you give him what he wants. You drop your left leg from around his waist and he falls out of you as your dress pulls back around your feet and you push yourself onto your toes to kiss him eagerly, sweetly, and happily.

As you lay on your back, your eyes slowly closing and opening again, you find a small discolored spot on the wood of your bedroom ceiling. This place, the apartment that Bucky had found for you two in town, is fancier than any place you’ve ever lived before.

The art deco style and the accompanying furniture make you feel like you’ve been plopped straight into the past though Bucky assured you that you could do whatever you wanted with the place.

~~~~~~~~~~

“This is your home now, Y/N. I want you to love living here. If you want to paint the walls, paint them. Change the curtains, buy a new couch.”

“We don’t have the money to buy a new couch!” You laugh, thinking of the small savings you have in the bank.

“The hell we don’t. Tony might still kinda hate me what with his parents, but he pays me well.”

You blink, not sure how to react to his words.

“Y/N…” He turns you to face him, forcing you to look away from the standard decorations of the two-bedroom apartment. “You’re my wife. There’s a new bank card for you on your dresser. It says Y/N Barnes though so you may need to update your ID. You have access to all my accounts. You’re my emergency contact at the compound. I made you a spare set of keys for both the apartment and the car. You just need to file the paperwork to forward your mail here.”

This is the moment that you realize that you’re really doing this. You’re really starting a life with this man. You’re taking his last name. Your driver’s license will no longer read Y/N y/l/n but Y/N Barnes.

“Mrs. Barnes?” Bucky’s deep voice lazily calls to you.

Holy shit, that’s you. You’re Mrs. Barnes.

“Yeah?” You reply, your voice cracking.

Bucky smiles at you brightly, amused by your nervousness.

“Let’s go break in the bed.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The more you stare at the ceiling the more you realize that you don’t mind the decoration as much as you thought you first did. It’s pretty, the elegant curves and sharp angles. Maybe you’ll just get a few new throw pillows to brighten up the space? New bed sheets and some new towels? Maybe new dishes for the kitchen?

You sigh lightly. Excited about the future you can build here, with Bucky at your side.

Despite your pleasant thoughts, you’re so tired. Not only did you get married today but you and Bucky haven’t gotten out of bed since you got home several hours ago, and he brought you in here to break in the bed.

The soft gray light of dawn is beginning to shine in through your bedroom window though you pay it no mind.

Your body is blissfully numb and if you let your eyes stay shut, you’ll drift off just like Bucky did. He’s snuggled up against your right side, his forehead resting against your right temple, his nose on your cheekbone. He’s got his large arms wrapped around you and your fingers are intertwined with his.

For a moment, even though you’re the happiest you could ever possibly be, your usually well structured and plan oriented mind freaks out.

Your emotions bring you to the edge of a panic attack as you realize that this is by far the most reckless, spur of the moment, and wonderfully stupid thing you’ve ever done.

You just married a man that you’ve only known for two weeks. A man who you agreed to marry the same day you met him. A man who you slept with before he even knew your name. What are you doing, Y/N?

In all of your years, you have never made a decision this big without careful consideration of all possible outcomes.

You breathe in slowly then exhale even slower as you think about Bucky’s bedside table, littered with used condom wrappers.

The safe sex isn’t what makes you nervous, it’s the two unprotected times you and Bucky got it on. Once at the water park. Once in the parking garage. Bucky hadn’t been able to wait and to be perfectly honest, you hadn’t been able to wait either. Still, you fret over how careful you’ve been all these years.

You haven’t been on birth control since high school because the side effects for you had always been so terrible. And now with all of this happening so quickly, so quickly, you wonder if you’re ready for any of this.

You love Bucky. You do. You’ve never felt this way about anyone, ever. But creating life?

You should tell Bucky. You should tell him that you’re agonizing over this possibility. A baby? It’s too much, too fast. Too big for you to deal with alone.

Worrying your bottom lip, you turn to look at your husband—holy fuck balls, your husband!—pressing the tip of your nose against his.

“Bucky?” You whisper, wanting to talk but afraid to wake him. He looks so sweet peacefully sleeping, and yet, he responds instantly.

“Mmm?” He asks, his eyebrows moving up though he keeps his eyes shut.

“Bucky, I-I’m worried.” You shift yourself onto your right side completely so that you can lay facing him and he adjusts his hold on you, pulling you closer into the circle of his arms, trapping your hands against his chest. “What if I’m pregnant?”

You sigh lightly, looking down at his lips.

“Wha?” He asks, his brow furrowed.

“We didn’t have protection at the Ocean Dome and in the parking lot...? What if I’m pregnant?”

He opens his eyes slowly, finding yours so that all you can do is get lost in those silver blues.

“You don’t want my baby?” He wonders and there’s a subdued heartbreak in his question that makes your chest ache.

You reach up and press your hands to his cheeks. “No, of course I want your baby, Bucky but…right now? We-”

Can you admit out loud that you married him so fast that you’re not sure a baby is the smartest thing to do when you’ve only known him for such a short amount of time?

Won’t that hurt your marriage? You love him. You don’t want him to think that you regret marrying him. You don’t. You’re scared shitless. What if you’re not a good wife? But you don’t regret it.

“I want to be with you, but just you. Babies can wait.” Somewhere in your brain and heart, you’re relieved that Bucky seems to want kids. You’ve wanted to have kids since your parents died. You want your own family.

Bucky stares into your eyes with a carefully controlled calm.

“So, you do want to have my kids eventually?” He asks, needing clarification. You can see the sharp sting of desperation in his eyes.

“Yes.” You relax, wrapping your words in loving promise. “Yes, Bucky, I want to have your babies. A whole van full if you want just…not now.”

Bucky shuts his blue eyes again, plunging you into uncertainty but then he tightens his arms around you to give you a comforting squeeze. He kisses your lips softly, melting your panic.

“I don’t want any right now either.” Bucky says. “I’ll run out and get you the morning after pill later.”

You let him pull you close, relishing in the affection he’s showering on you. God, he’s so perfect. Where has he been all your life?

Your worry stifled, you allow your heavy lids to shut and in moments you’re fast asleep.

“Baby?” Bucky’s voice gently pulls you from your deep slumber. You groan, hating to wake.

“No.” You complain. “Go away.”

You reach out and your palm finds the front of his face. You push it away and then tug your thick fluffy comforter up and over your head to plunge you into darkness.

Bucky’s intoxicatingly sexy chuckle coaxes you awake more than his sweet voice. You like his laugh.

“Come on, baby-doll, I don’t have a lot of time. Steve called.”

Those two words will be the death of you. You’ve only been with Bucky two weeks, but you already know what those two little words mean.

Steve can go suck a fucking donkey dick! You’re gonna smash his damn phone so that he can’t call Bucky in anymore. Knowing Steve though, he'd just come and get him in person.

“Noooooo.” You whine quietly, tugging your blanket back down to look for Bucky’s face.

“I know.”

“It’s our wedding day!”

“That was yesterday.” Another chuckle.

“It’s our first day as man and wife, Bucky. We’re supposed to leave for Bora Bora tonight.”

You hate this welling sadness that builds in your stomach and reaches up to choke you. Bucky’s own expression reacts to the disappointment in your voice, his lips turn down at the corners.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He whispers, reaching up to push your bird’s nest hair back away from your face. “We’ll reschedule the tickets so that we can go when I get back, okay?”

“How long will you be gone?” You know it’s pointless to ask but you have to.

Bucky shakes his head. “I don’t know, Y/N. As long as the mission takes.”

“But you’re married now.” You remind him.

He growls forlornly and yanks you up into a sitting position so that he can wrap his arms around you.

“I know.” He groans. “I’m a terrible husband.”

What?! No!

“You are not. I’m just…I’m gonna miss you.” You haven’t spent more than a few hours every day away from Bucky since you met him. The time it takes you to get home, sleep a bit, and then find your way back to him, that’s the only time you’ve been apart.

“I know.” He laments, squeezing you tighter.

Ugh, you want his arms to crush you. Why does he have to go?

He pulls back and without needing prompting, he finds your pillow-like lips with his own, crushing them in a fervor. You return his enthusiasm, marred as it might be with aching disappointment.

You lose yourself in his kiss and when you’re finally breathless, you have to pull back and break it. Gasping, you reach up to tuck Bucky’s hair behind his right ear and he does the same to both of yours.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He promises.

“Swear to me you’ll be safe.”

“I’ll be safe.”

“Swear it.”

“I swear I’ll stay safe. I’ll come back to you, Y/N. And when I do, we’ll get away and it’ll just be you and me.”

God, you want him back already and he hasn’t even left yet.

“Then go.” You say and after a quick peck to his lips, you push his shoulders away.

He rises off of the bed but before he can take a step he leans down and kisses you breathless again. He pulls away, the taste of mint on his tongue, and with a final and very cute finger wiggling wave of his hand, he disappears through your bedroom door.

You listen to him walk away from you and when the front door closes, your heart settles into an uncomfortable state of pining and inescapable worry.

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The buck fathers

“Chloe, look out!”

Too late, the car swerves out of the road, into the ditch. There’re no airbags in this thing so both of them end up slamming with their entire bodies into the board. Head bumps against the windscreen.

 “Ow...” That’s one hell of a headache if she’s ever had one. “Ow, ow ow ow...” Chloe tries to pull back slowly. “Max?...” Panic. “Max!”

She rushes over to shake her friend awake, but to no real avail. She seems to be breathing though. Shit, shit, shit-

The other car stopped as well. Two men came out, running towards them. One’s got a stupid cowboy hat.

“You okay there?” The cowboy dude bend through the window, then grimaced when seeing Max like she was. “Shit... Buck, call 911!”

“On it already.”

“Can you get out, miss?” The man said, extending a hand.

“I... Think so.” Chloe tried to pull herself out of where she got crashed to.

“They’re on their way here!” the other, ‘Buck’, beckoned, somewhere between her car and their own, just putting his phone back in his pocket.

With just a little help, a bit of a struggle, heart running a minute a mile, Chloe got out of the wreckage and that’s when realization sunk in, faster than the ache in her ankle and knee:

“Shit... Shit shit! Fuck! Fuck no...” She hit a stone with her foot, pursing her lips and rolling her fists when the bristle pain shot up through the leg. And let’s not even mention feeling like she’ll fall over ‘cause her head was as big as a bowling ball and twice as heavy, hurting like it just came out of the goddamn track after hitting all the pins.

That was all she got left of Arcadia. That car and Max.

The car’s ruined...

The cowboy, a massive dude with a real thick southern - or maybe it was midwestern – accent, came nearer, hands raised as if trying to pet her. She’s no animal.

“Miss?...”

But she doesn’t pull away when the man tries to put one of those hands on her shoulder. She could use the comfort, well at least that’s what she thinks...

“Just call me Chloe...”

“I’m Arthur. Arthur Castellanos. You a’right there? Bumped ye’r head or somethin?”

“...I’ll live-”

The somewhat silence that settled in after the crash got busted by the cries of a small child.

“Daddy?” A girl, maybe 10 or 12 pokes her head out of the van the two strangers got out of. “Isaac’s...”

“Want me to check up on him?” Arthur shouts over to ‘Buck’. Guess they were partners and that was one weird fucking petname.

“No, no, I got this.” The brunet heads back into the car. There’s some mumbling, then the man gets out of the car with the baby.

She can’t help it; she doesn’t have the nerves not to talk about something: “So... urhm, that your kid?”

“Yea-”

A muffled sound from the car, movement: “Chloe-”

Sprained ankle and all Chloe jumps towards the car, towards her one and only thing in this world. “Max!” Mister Cowboy Arthur follows, arms raised as if trying to stop them from doing something.

“Now you take it easy, miss. There’s an ambulance on the way here.” He talks, but between them, and Max still tries to stand up. A sigh: “Can you get out?”

“Yeah.” Why was her voice so weak, drained. It reminded her of that crazy week back- well she can’t call it a home now. Poof! One tornado and it vanished.

“Lemme help ya’ out.” Arthur huffs, arms like tree branches stretching inside to get Max out. And there she was.

“Max!” She’s not even fresh out of the wreckage when Chloe presses her within her arms: “Max, oh, Mad Max.” She was scared.

“Chloe... I’m fine...”

“We’re sill gettin’ the two of you checked by that ambulance.” Arthur said; now that was a dad tone if she ever heard one. Kinda familiar in a way.

“Thank you, Arthur, thank you.” Chloe said, and soon enough both of them get seated in the shade of a tree by the side of the road. It was one of those bright, hot summer days when, if you put as much as a pinky into sunlight, you’ll get burns.

The baby’s still crying and Arthur’s gone to check up on it. She’s guessing it’s the heat and the fact that they stopped for so long so suddenly. She’s feeling sorry. She almost ran them over, and then crashed Max into a ditch. Her head falls in her palms. Really sorry. She can’t even do driving right. Fingers claw at the scalp.

Baby switches dads, and she can still hear them talking.

“We should be calling their parents.” ‘Buck’ said.

“Shouldn’t we let ‘em call ‘em themselves?”

“Maybe we should wait for the ambulance before that.”

“I guess... Did it say how long till it’s gonna get here?”

“No...”

Baby seems to have calmed down under the gentle rubs of those big ass hands: “Is Lily a’right?”

And as on cue, girl pokes her head out, springs out of the car and clings to the ‘Buck’ dad; man bends down and picks her up: “It’s okay, Lily.”

“They okay, Daddy?”

“Guess so. Maybe we should give them some water. Wanna come with me?”

And Chloe dares a look at Max, slumped against the tree, staring back at her:

“Are we okay, Max?”

“Can’t say we haven’t been through worse-” slight smile; Maxine’s gotten her lips busted.

Red lights. The ambulance.

“C’mon up, Mad Max!” Chloe shouldn’t be jumping up like she did, but there she was to assist her girlfriend.

“What happened?” the paramedic asked.

“Misses got in an accident.” Arthur replied.

“And you were witness?”

“Yeah. They were goin’ fast and swerved into the side of the road trying to avoid us. We were comin’ from the opposite direction.”

“They’re conscious so we’re going to ask them a few questions- Miss?”

“Caulfield. Maxine.” Damn, she admired her courage.

They were asked to walk for a bit, had their blood pressure and heart-rate taken and all the other crap, allergies and the like. Then they were asked to phone their relatives. Max... Where would she be without her- Well obviously in a grave.

But what if that was better...

Now they had to tell those paramedics that she was an orphan. Well Max did, and she was also obligated to call her parents; told them they’ll be reaching Seattle tomorrow. She did all the legwork. Well... Max had the plan. Chloe just sort of tagged along to it all. It’s been about a week since it all happened. They tried calling Mom, Joyce, for a few days. At first there seemed to be some hope that she might pick up. No... The phone battery died about 3 days into their journey.

She cried that night, in the car. They had to stop. She cried all night. Didn’t even remember when she fell asleep. Max even tried to convince her to drive herself that day. Not happening.

They were heading to Seattle; hoping Mr. and Mrs. Caulfield will kindly take her in. Well... not with all those kisses and the possibility of a naughty one- Did she just think that... Yeah, regardless, it didn’t sound like it was gonna happen.

But Chloe got nothing left and this was probably her best chance at anything ever.

She fucked it all up this time around. If... if only Max chose-

 The paramedics let them go, blood wiped away and a cold compress applied to Chloe’s ankle. In the meantime tho’, the guys heard all they said, and Max told them about Arcadia, ‘cause she thought they surely heard on the news about the tornado. They did...

“You can spend the night at our place, and we’ll drive you tomorrow into Seattle. We stay in Olympia City.” The brunet said; Arthur was seating the baby back inside the car.

Did they have a choice?

“I mean sure...” Chloe said, and with that they hopped in the car. The girl got in Arthur lap.

“Oh. This is Lily. And that’s Isaac back there.” Kid fell asleep, chubby cheeks smooshed against the side of the baby chair. “I’m Sebastian. And Arthur. My husband.”

“Hello~” Arthur greeted, with a silly, long, drawn out o at the end. Sebastian smiled at that. And well Chloe had to as well; there’s something about seeing married gays that kinda gave her hope...

“So we ain’t going to the Nes Percy Park today?” the little girl, Lily, said. She meant the Nez-Perce National Park, right? Jesus they were on vacation and Chloe’s ruined it for them.

“We’re gonna go tomorrow after we leave the ladies back in Seattle.”

“Yes!”

“Ah, Chloe, right?” Arthur called back. “What’s your friend called.”

“Maxine, but you can call me Max. Caulfield.”

“Chloe Price.” She added; now she didn’t think saying her surname will leave her feeling bitter...

 The ride back to Olympia city was one surprise after another. Firstly, the dudes were unironically listening to Kesha and Lady Gaga like it was the best thing ever. The Johnny Cash and other country music she can’t place. But there was that one guitar solo that her dad used to listen to. They sang to it. And maybe for the first time in a long while Max saw her really smile; she started singing too, why the fuck not. Then the house came into view. Well, house is an understatement. The husbands had a whole fucking domain; ranch and all. Arthur proudly announced that they built the stables themselves, like the chicken coops and most of the garden. They had 5 fucking horses, goats and, obviously, chickens.

Chloe jumps straight outta the car to stare at the large, lavender lined, fields. Beside the house were tucked some bee hives and if the thought of insects wasn’t creepy the fact that they got themselves home-made honey simply had her in awe. Dude. What kind of magical fairy gay fathers did she stumble upon.

“Woah.” Yeah she couldn’t help it; leaned over the railing of one of the pastures. It stretched for so long! And indeed 5 horses grazed peacefully not too far off.

Maybe today wasn’t so bad...

She caught herself smiling before one of the horses, one with a brown head, fixed her attention on her and came towards her. Others noticed too but didn’t move.

“E-easy there.” The animal poked her massive snout beyond the fence, lips pouted as if sniffing.

“Chloe!?” Max sounded scolding; “Did you even ask?”

“It’s a’right!” Arthur beckoned from the car, unpacking some of the essentials. Sebastian was talking to a middle-aged lady on the porch; she was probably going to take care of the animals while they were away. “I could show ‘em to you later if you want to!”

“Of course!” Chloe was in heaven-

Dog!

Came running like a bullet and hopped up on her, tongue out, trying to lap at her face.

“Aa-!”

“Copper!” Dog perked its head back to Sebastian. “Down boy!”

Chloe tried her best: “Down boy, down!”

Dog listened, pranced back on all fours, wagging his thick tail side to side with such power it moved his entire butt.

A whistle from Arthur: “Com’ere, boy.” Damn that accent carried over in the way he said boy, but with that dog was off to it’s owner. Cowboy wasted no time bending down to bend the fluffster, the praises carrying over to her.

“Chloe? Max? What’d you like for dinner?” Sebastian had his hands on his hips; she just noticed that the man was dressed in a flannel that was now wrapped around his waist leaving the man in a tank-top. Damn what a dad...

No, actually, all of this.

Lily poked her head out of the house: “Shrimp Fajitas!”

“Seconded!” Arthur said. “Some fries and guacamole? Think we still have a couple o’shallots.”

“The avocado’s in the bags.” Sebastian said, those last lines were between themselves.

“Yup, gotcha.”

“So’s everyone down for shrimp fajitas?”

“Hell yes!” Chloe resonated, sprinting down the pasture to back home- nope, not sprinting, her ankle hurt lie a bitch.

But she gets to the house eventually, and inside: sunflowers on the table in the living, a cat on the couch and the kitchen being warmed up for dinner.

Of course Max helped with the dinner, or tried to, ‘cause they sorta let her on the back burner. Chloe was watching in awe from the couch. The girl plopped on her lap at one point, asked if she was alright, complimented her hair. Then her and Max tried to braid it. Lily tried on her beanie. It was too big for her head but it suits her. Somewhat.

The all cooked, dinner got served up. Arthur went upstairs to feed the baby, and play with him until he was all exhausted and ready for sleep. Sebastian informed the two of them that Max will be sleeping upstairs in Lily’s bedroom while Chloe will get the spare room downstairs. And the food was fucking delicious, tasty and juicy, with a little beat of heat in each bite. The guacamole too, you could tell it wasn’t one of those store-bought kinds that tasted just a bit too sweet, just a bit too addicting.

And it’s the fullest she felt all week. The two of them have been living off fast-food and snacks bought from gas stations at 2PM for the last past few days... Always on the road... And today, despite losing the car... she kinda felt the happiest she has been in a while... Like, things were gonna look up...

Max found herself playing with the cat, unexpectedly named, drumroll, Cat, and she watched. Lily went upstairs, looking for a boardgame, but instead came down with Arthur. It was getting pretty late.

“We gotta get the horses in the stables, wanna come with?” Arthur asked the girls.

Lily already bolted out the door.

“Isaac’s sleeping?” Sebastian intervened, looking up from the sink where the dishes just got done.

“Not really. He’s still a bit rowdy.”

“Should I put in a round of laundry?”

“I ain’t thinkin’ we got any? We did the last batch yesterday ‘cause the trip.”

Sebastian bobbed his head, hands on hips. “I’ll figure something out.”

“ ‘Course you will.” A peck on the lips as the cowboy parted from his husband to go rustle some horses.

What can she say, Chloe got all excited about it: getting to witness the gay wild west up close and personal. Man seriously just went about rounding horses up with a few whistles. All 5 of them came right up, ears perked and eyes all doe-like, snouts extended. Both Max and Chloe got designated halter holders as Arthur put them around the horses’ heads one by one. Chloe got the courage to try herself, on the little horse, the pony. She did it! ... after apologizing for bending the animal’s ear. Arthur laughed though. Presented them all.

“The black one’s Ash.” That one was the first to go into the stable. “He was a racer; got in a accident: caught in the chute at the start of a race.” And the poor thing has one big scar on the shoulder and some smaller ones on the neck and cheek. “He’s a bit jumpy ‘cause o’that but he’s a real good loyal horse and I have a hunch he’ll just die for Sebastian ‘cause he’s lovin’ that man so much.” Arthur caressed the dark head before taking the halter off and closing the stall up.

Then outside again for the next horse: “The big brute’s Victoria.” Well she really was big, almost all white, but looked much gentler than Ash. “She was my first horse, even before I met him. Poor ol’ girl’s seen some stuff.”

Next horse; the pony: “She’s prob’ly the most expensive horse we got on ‘ere. Lily’s competition horse: Princess. And she lives up to the name.” Chloe got the sense that she was a spoiled little thing with a bit of a temper. She looked the part.

Up next the horse that came and greeted Chloe as she jumped out of the car: “Morrowind-”

“Wait. Like the game?” Max asked.

“Was Sean’s idea.” Who the hell was Sean? “Made Sebastian play The Elder Scrolls, but we couldn’t name‘er Skyrim.”

Max snorted: “Well why not?”

“Well you try riding a Mustang named Skyrim.”

“Woah, A Mustang? Like a wild horse?”

“Yeah, got her from the Bureau of Land Management. ‘bout last June I think. And the one left in the pasture’s Whitehide; also from the Bureau.”

 They still played that board game with Lily upon re-entering the house, up until the little girl more or less fell asleep in Max’s lap. She was to sleep with the dad.

And Chloe was to go downstairs. Spare room. And that’s exactly what it looked like: all filled up with trinkets and older stuff and... workout equipment. But there she goes, sneaking by the heavy machinery and under the yellow blanket of the bed there, trying to find a pose that felt nice. Head up, nope, on the side, still nope, on the belly, arms dangling from the side- wait what’s that.

Square, plastic, but paper thin- cigarettes.

Chloe sat straight up. Men smoked. Oh yes, yes, yes. She pulled one out and lit it up; she still got the lighter with her. Cranked up the window as well. Oh how she missed these. She could of used some of these this entire week, damn.

Yeah today wasn’t so bad. Today wasn’t bad at all.

She got no place to go. Maybe she can ask of them to stay here. She’d like to.

 She woke up to the soft strumming of a guitar. She thought it was a dream, but no, someone was actually playing the guitar; out on the porch. Baby gurgling. She got up to peek out the window; she could understand the lyrics now:

“Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys- Don’t let’em play guitars and ride’em old trucks-”

The front door swung open as Arthur got out with the bags he got out yesterday. They still had a holiday... and her and Max still needed to reach Seattle.

“Should I wake ‘em up? Don’t wanna drag the kids to Seattle. Isaac’s been awake-” a sigh. And for a moment Chloe felt like an intruder in this house.

“Let them sleep, Arthur, they had a rough day yesterday.”

Chloe watched the man seat down by his guitar-baby-holding husband, arm wrapping around the shoulders.

“Guess just anxious. Girls’ been through lot... barely survivin’ that tornado in Arcadia. That Chloe lost her family back there...” a sigh.

“We’re gonna get them to Max’s parents in Seattle. It’s gonna be fine.”

Chloe’s hands shook on the window sill. A huff. She went back to the cigarette pack she hid under the bed. She didn’t dare open up the window again.

Two cigarettes.

She heard someone come downstairs, thought it was Max so she opened up the door.

“Mornin’!” it was Arthur, grand smile on his lips.

Then a wheezed breath and a cough.

Oh shit...

Another cough.

“Can... Can you open up a window, Chloe.” And another cough. “Please.”

She rused to do so; clumsy hands didn’t do a good job at it, but she tried... Arthur leaned over towards the window, taking in some really deep breaths. She could hear Sebastian coming in from outside too.

“E-everything alright?” she dared ask; the coughing seemed to be gone.

“Yeah...” A drawn out inhale that sounded loaded with mucus, followed by a spit out the window. “I’ll be a’right...” A scratch of the beard.

Sebastian let Isaac roam the room:

“You smoked in here?” scolding.

“I...”

“Buck-” Arthur held his husband back. “It’s a’right. He ain’t known.”

The scowl that covered Sebastian’s face mellowed: “Go get some fresh air.”

Some more dried up coughs while trying to get the words out: “Will do. Gotta feed the horses.” And the man stumbled out.

“I’m sorry. I’m... I’m so so so sorry.” Chloe tried.

“Those were my cigarettes, right?” Sebastian cut her up.

“What?”

“The ones under the bed...”

“Yeah... I shouldn’t have-”

Sebastian listened, bobbed his head. “Help me open up the windows.”

And that they did; the man took the remaining packet and thre it in the bin. There was a story behind that... and Chloe’s not sure if she wants to know it. Dude’s all snappy because of it now. But once Max’s awake, they fix themselves some breakfast and set out to Seattle. It’s a few hour’s drive, depending on traffic.

 “Max...” They’re almost there, the skyscrapers breaking the horizon line with their ‘magnificence’. “I don’t think I can stay with your parents.”

“You know they won’t be mad at you for what happened.”

“I know, I know...”

“You’re not a burden, Chloe, okay?”

“It’s not that...” she snapped back. Sebastian gazed at them in the rearview mirror.

Silence.

“Is... Urhm, Sebastian... Do you think I can make it up to you? I...” This was so selfish of her, but she can’t help it: “I’ll stay just a few more days until I can make enough money to afford a place. I’m-”

“You’re always welcome at our place.”

“What?- Wait. Really?...”

“You need a place to stay, of course.”

  Safe to say she might have gotten adopted by fairy husbands. Oh, did she mention they were badass detectives too?

[timmyrx2000]

Dipper Steps Up: Chapter 11

Chapter Index: (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13)

Chapter 11

Wendy tiptoed downstairs early the next morning and woke Dipper. "Hey, dude," she said, sitting on the sofa next to where he lay huddled in a blanket. "Wanna go for a walk and show me your nabe?"

"Uh—what?" Dipper asked, holding onto the blanket a little more tightly.

"Your neighborhood, man!" Wendy said, grinning. "See, I've only ever been to California like three times before this, and we never got anywhere near as far south as the Bay area. I wanna see where you live."

"S-sure," Dipper said. "Where are my, uh, jeans?"

"Here ya go."

He took them. "Th-thanks. If, uh, you know, you might want to step into the hall—"

"C'mon, man! I got three brothers! I gotta take you campin' so you can get over some of these hang-ups! Or—hey, don't tell me you sleep raw?" She playfully grabbed the blanket, and he held on to make sure she couldn't yank it down.

She flipped it up instead. "Yup," she said. "I kinda figured you for a tighty-whitey guy. Get your jeans and shoes on. We don't have a whole lot of time."

She had changed to her normal outfit of green plaid flannel shirt over a white undershirt, jeans, her logging boots—and Dipper's pine-tree hat. He donned her trapper hat, and she chuckled. "Remember, dude, we have a date in June to meet in the Shack and exchange headgear again!"

They sauntered along the rows of houses, Dipper stammering out an excuse that it was only suburbia, after all. "Yeah," she said, "but it's interesting to me! I mean, my whole life we've lived away out in the woods, like five miles from our closest neighbor. This looks friendlier."

He had the inspiration to take her to Piedmont Park, which meandered for a good many acres and featured hills, a small stream (complete with waterfall), a fountain—normal park stuff, as Soos might say. And on the trail, she—she reached out and took his hand. "You were real brave," Wendy said. "Mabel told me all about it."

Dipper shrugged. "Chuck's a good friend. Couldn't let a ghost get him."

"Yeah, but Ford says old Nathaniel always held a grudge in life. You watch your butt from now on, hear? And if you see any sign of him, you get on the horn to me right away. Don't wait until he shows up dragging a chain through your bedroom or some junk."

A couple of fit-looking women in headbands and leotards, out jogging on this early Sunday morning, ran toward them, chatting. They waved and smiled.

When they had pounded past, Dipper said miserably. "Now they'll talk about how I'm way too short for you. And too young. They'll make fun of us."

She squeezed his hand. "So what? Let 'em giggle. And you know, you've grown like four inches since last summer. I think I finally leveled off, so you're catchin' up a little." They stopped in the middle of a wooden bridge, and Wendy added, "Mm, we could almost be out in the woods here. This is nice, man. Hey, let me see if you're really too short for me."

Dipper wasn't prepared. She leaned—just a little—and kissed him quickly on the lips. Then, ruffling his hair and smiling, she whispered, "Mm, dude, not too short at all."

For the rest of the way, he walked on air.

Ford insisted that Mabel and Dipper accompany him and Wendy to the hospital. They arrived a little ahead of time. Though Chuck was sleeping, Mrs. Taylor was already awake, and they found an empty waiting room for a quick conversation. "I keep hearing what a wonderful doctor you are," she said.

Ford shrugged. "Mostly based on a few papers I did for medical journals. I'm not in practice. However, this is—a special case, as you know. Tell me: How much does Chuck remember?"

She shook her head. "Not very much at all. From the time he blacked out, he says he just has flashes, like pieces of a dream that he's almost forgotten. He sort of remembers jumping out the window, but then nothing until Dipper and Mabel pushed him down in the labyrinth."

"That's when the spirit of Nathaniel Northwest was forced out of him," Ford said.

"He—he says he felt—not angry at them, but—but sad, because it was like he'd lost something."

"His own spirit was dormant within him," Ford said. "Believe me, if the kids had been just a minute late, Chuck would have been thrust completely out of his body, fully aware—but invisible. He would have become the ghost, and Nathaniel would have taken over his body completely."

"And that's a terrible feeling," Dipper said. When Mrs. Taylor stared at him, he added, "I know. Don't ask me how, but I do."

A few minutes later, Chuck woke up still feeling a little groggy, and his left arm obviously hurt him. He acted embarrassed when Mabel kissed his cheek. "I, uh—was I talking crazy yesterday, Mabel?"

"Meh," she said, shrugging. "Nothing so cray-cray that I hated it!" She glanced around and lowered her voice. "So—you still want to hang out with me?"

"Yeah!" he said, and immediately blushed.

"You got it," Mabel said happily.

Ford, Dipper, and his mom explained to him exactly what had happened, and he grew pale. But then Ford handed Mabel a thin chain with a tiny gem. "Give it to him," he said. When Chuck took it from her, Ford said seriously, "Chuck, this will protect you. We can't destroy a ghost, but we've dealt him a blow that he'll have to recover from before he can be a threat. As long as you wear this, you're safe. Now, when you're twenty-one, the threat is over. You can take it off the day after your twenty-first birthday—but hang on to it. When you marry, and if you have children, pass it along to your first son."

Now Chuck blushed again. He looked sideways at Mabel. "Uh—what if it's twins?"

Dipper had to turn away to keep from laughing where Chuck could see him. But Ford very seriously said, "One will still be the first-born son, and he's the one you have to protect. Remember that."

Dipper recovered his poise and said, "Until then, tell the guys on the team that a girl—"

"Your girl," Wendy corrected. Mabel giggled.

"Your girl," Dipper continued, "gave it to you and it's your lucky charm."

Chuck sighed. "I—won't be on the team," he said. "Broken arm will put me out for the rest of the season."

"Next year, then!" Mabel said. "'Cause you're no quitter!"

Chuck reached for her hand. "Next year," he said, making it sound like a promise.

All too soon, Ford and Wendy had to leave for the Oakland airport—"Second time I've been in a plane, guys!" Wendy said. "Stanley told me it would be awful, but I like it!"

Practice started again Monday afternoon. The team heard the news and practice went—well, terrible, to be honest. As Coach Waylund patiently pointed out the many errors and problems, Dipper said, "Uh, Coach? Chuck will come back to school on Wednesday or Thursday. Is it OK if he comes to practice? To, you know, watch and advise us?"

"I'll be disappointed if he doesn't," Waylund said. "Tell him that. By the way, Pines, where's your cap?"

"Uh, it, uh, blew off," Dipper said. "I couldn't find it."

"Well, pick up a replacement before Saturday's game," Waylund said. "That fur thing is an interesting fashion statement, but it won't do for playing baseball. Did you go back and look for the cap?"

"I couldn't find it," Dipper said. That was a white lie. A team of horses chained to him couldn't drag him back to that labyrinth.

Chuck made it to Thursday practice, not dressed out, but wearing his own cap. He watched the guys practice fielding, and during a break he called Dipper over. "Take off your trapper hat," he said. Then he clapped his own baseball cap onto Dipper's head. "Here, use mine. I won't need it for the rest of the season."

Dipper touched the brim. "Aw—thanks, man. Up high!"

Mabel had started coming to every single practice—in fact now she sat in the dugout—and she said, "Don't worry, Chuck, I'll buy you a new one myself! And Brobro, don't you ever get rid of that one! That's your lucky charm!"

The Saturday game was against the Palo Alto Pirates—not a game that the team would dread, ordinarily, since the Panthers and Pirates were on a roughly equal footing and had very similar win-loss records.

However, without Chuck . . ..

In the locker room, guys got dressed out and sat in gloom on the benches, muttering to each other and pounding their fists in their gloves. Dipper felt edgy and couldn't stop pacing, his cleats clicking on the tile floor. He had a sinking feeling that everything was about to go wrong—and it would be mostly his fault. He'd been lousy in the last three practices.

He kept adjusting Chuck's cap on his head and telling himself, "Calm down, calm down, calm down!" That only made him more nervous.

Then he heard a couple of guys yell, and he turned to see Chuck grinning, wearing his jersey—except only one button was buttoned, so it could hang over his cast like a cloak. He was high-fiving everyone, Barb, Bobby, Petey, Kenk. "So, who died?" he yelled. "C'mon, you guys, show a little life! The Pirates are pushovers!"

He scooped up Dipper's batting helmet and smooshed it into Hi-Ho's face. "Smells like victory!" Chuck yelled.

"Foo! Victory stinks, man!" Hi-Ho shot back, shoving the smelly helmet away. He hugged Chuck, carefully, avoiding the cast, which now sported dozens of autographs, including the whole team, plus a great big red heart with MABEL in squooshy-looking balloon letters. "Seriously, dude, good to have you here. You gonna sit in the dugout?"

"Duh!" Chuck said. "I'm gonna keep notes, too, so you guys play good, or you'll have to answer to me."

Well, that was a positive send-off. Too bad it didn't last.

The game didn't begin badly. The Pirates won the toss and chose to bat first—always their preference, because their coach believed getting on the board early was a key to shaking up an opposing team. They did score one run, but in the bottom of the second Piedmont not only tied, but got one up when Mike crossed the plate. Unfortunately, the next batter popped out and the Panthers took the field again.

Dipper couldn't shake his attack of nerves. He kept pounding his glove and scraping his cleats as he played second, but he had the panicky feeling that if he went for a line drive he'd miss it. Or fumble the ball when trying to tag out a runner. Do something stupid.

Mabel, who had become a crowd favorite, was working extra hard, boogying, turning cartwheels, leaping, leading enthusiastic cheers. That day, she seemed more a distraction than a morale booster to Dipper. He felt bad that Chuck was watching his lackluster performance and kept thinking how much better it would be if Chuck could stand on the mound.

By the time the fifth inning ended, each team had upped its score, and the teams were locked in a 3-3 tie. And as the sixth started, everything just fell apart.

The first Pirate up to bat hit a clean single, and he led off first base so far that Dipper kept trying to send telepathic messages to Jon-J on the mound: Throw to first!

It didn't work. The next man up smacked a long fly past Petey, the right fielder, who finally backpedaled and misjudged it, catching it on the bounce. He threw to Dipper, but wide, and though Dipper managed—barely—to get to the throw and catch it, the runner was already standing on second base. Dipper threw the ball to the pitcher and watched Jon-J shaking his head and smacking the ball hard into his glove. Bobby, catching, sent him two signals that he shook off.

Jon-J had a good fastball, and he tried it. The batter swung, missing by a mile. That seemed to give Jon-J heart, and he threw a deliberate ball, then sizzled another fastball past the batter for a called strike. He risked one more fastball—and the batter fanned it. The next man up, though, the biggest player for the Pirates, hit another single, sending a man home and putting the Pirates up by one run. And the next Pirate virtually copied the previous one, batting in another runner.

Maybe Jon-J had strained his arm. He walked the next man, loading the bases. And the next batter smacked a weak flyball that Dipper backed up and easily caught, firing it to Bobby for a double play.

The Panthers went in to bat with the score five to three, Pirates leading. Kenk got a single—barely running out the throw to first—but then Mike, who seemed as worried as Dipper felt, misjudged every pitch and went down swinging. Petey popped out. JD and Barb both got singles, loading the bases—and then Jon-J, who looked exhausted, struck out on four pitches, just managing a weak foul tip on one.

At the top of the seventh, Jon-J put his heart into pitching, but he was obviously tired and shaken up. The first Pirate up hit a fly straight into the center fielder's glove. The next one got a single on Jon-J's first pitch. The next hit to right field, where Petey DeFoy, maybe trying to compensate for his weak performance earlier in the game, bobbled the catch, temporarily lost the ball, and then hesitated before deciding where to throw it. The error stretched a single into a double and brought in another Pirate run. Even worse, Jon-J, now badly shaken, walked the next batter, again loading the bases.

To Dipper's surprise, the coach called a time out and motioned him to come in as he walked to the mound. He got there in time to hear Waylund say, "Your call, son."

Miserably, Jon-J said, "I can't concentrate, Coach. And my arm's gone. Pull me out."

"You got it. Good try, though. Pines—take the mound."

"Wh-what?" Dipper stammered. "Coach, no, I can't—"

"Taylor says you can."

Dipper looked over at the dugout. Chuck stood waving at him, and he gave Dipper a thumbs-up.

"Take the mound, son," Waylund said kindly. "Keep your mind in the game and do your best. That's all we're asking."

Dipper warmed up, but he wasn't used to pitching. Bobby helpfully offered suggestions by means of signals from behind home plate. Dipper took them all.

Oddly, his inexperience seemed an advantage at first. He could hit the strike zone, but his pitches were erratic enough to baffle the first man up, who popped a little looper right to first base, where it was caught and fired home before the Pirates could try for another run. The next batter swung at two of Dipper's pitches—not fastballs, exactly, and not curves, but, well, dippers—but then connected for a single. And another run crossed the plate, putting the Pirates up 7-3, with the bases still loaded.

As if from a great distance, he heard Mabel off in front of the grandstand: "Dipper! Dipper! Put him out! That's what pitching's all about!"

Do it for sis.

He took a deep breath and pitched. Swung on for strike one. He considered the second and went for the outside corner, just missing it. Ball one. Strike zone again, but a little high—and the batter got a piece of it, sending a skipping grounder off to Dipper's left. Dipper lunged for it, fielded it, and whipped it to Bobby, who got the runner out as he started a desperate slide.

Then as they came to bat, it was do-or-die time for the Panthers. X-man, who looked exhausted, struck out and plodded back to the dugout. Hi-Ho got a respectable double—though he barely beat the throw to second. Bobby, who acted a little fresher than the rest of the team, hit what first looked like a home run, but it lost altitude going into the slot between left and center field, and the center fielder was just a little too slow and the hit ran out of steam and bounced off the chain-link fence. Still, Bobby, too, made it to second, and Hi-Ho scored.

And there the rally ended. Dub popped out. Dipper stepped to the plate tense and shaking, his hands soaked with sweat inside the batting gloves. He couldn't control his breathing or his pounding heart.

He was just as bad at bat as he had been back in the fall at the first practice. With the sweat of anxiety stinging his eyes, he couldn't judge the pitches and struck out one, two, three, even going after an impossible outside ball.

The Panthers lost seven to four.

And Dipper dragged into the dugout thinking It's all my fault.

He had no option. For the good of the team—

He'd have to quit.

To be continued

Note from the Authors: This was just an idea I had but the one who really worked his magic and wrote almost all of this is none other than BillEase. He’s an amazing author who usually hangs out at fanfiction.net. Don’t pass up on a chance to check out his stuff. This guy is AMAZING. He wrote the story, I just gave the plot.

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Practice Makes Perfect

@pillarspromptsweekly fill 16, Roll For It! #4. I got Edér, gift, and memory, and it turned into 2k of Edérity fluff somehow. I dunno. I’m in too deep. Send help. (Also, Peycg is said PAYDJ, according to the wiki) edit:whoops, forgot to fix the title.

All too often, when the weather turned cold enough to prevent gardening, Charity found herself at loose ends. This year, her first settled into the Dyrwood, promised to be little different. She had friends, she had Edér (and the pretense of courtship they maintained). But still she found herself with more empty hours than full ones, especially once snow started to fall. That was probably why she decided to take up knitting.

It wasn’t something she consciously planned to do. She happened to mention(it might have been a bit complaining) that the days had more hours than she knew what to do with now while enjoying a drink at the Dracogen Inn. Peycg, the innkeeper’s wife, suggested knitting as a hobby both relaxing and practical.

“‘Course, that’s once you get the hang of it,” she cautioned when Charity’s eyes lit with excitement. “It ain’t that difficult, but some people do struggle.”

Charity laughed, twirling the end of her ponytail. “I’m very patient, and very stubborn.” She paused a moment and grimaced in self-deprecation. “And very bored.”

Peycg smiled as she nodded at the redhead’s fingers restlessly tapping against the counter. “I can tell. If you’re  interested, come by t’morrow, an hour past midday. I’ll be done most of my work by then, and I’ve a spare set of needles and some yarn you can use. I’ll teach ya the basics.”

“Oh, I have yarn,” Charity said. “Ufdaen traded me some for the last of my tomatoes just before the ground froze over.”

“Ah, well, that’s lucky.” Peycg smiled even wider as her gaze drifted over Charity’s shoulder at the opening and shutting of the inn’s door. “Evenin’, Mayor.”

The sly look the older woman tossed her made Charity’s cheeks burn, and she fought the urge to hunch down and make herself less visible. Even aside from the courtship facade, Edér was her friend and there wasn’t really a logical reason for that reaction.

Then again, matters of the heart were rarely logical. Charity bit her lip and picked at the handle of her tankard until she felt Edér behind her. She half-turned and smiled fondly as she reached up to dust snow out of his hair. “You’re doing it again.”

“Not on purpose,” Edér protested cheerfully, leaning against the counter and signalling Dengler for a drink. This was a frequent topic of good-natured reprimand; he was so tall and broad-shouldered, Charity often complained he loomed without even trying.

“On purpose or not, you’re still doin’ it,” she teased. She brushed against his cheek on the way down. “You’re also freezing.” She cupped her hand against his skin, ignoring both Peycg’s grin and the bite of cold against her fingers.

“I’ll be fine,” Edér waved off her concern as he sat down. “I grew up with this weather, Charity. I’m used to it.” He tugged off one glove and rested his hand on her arm, the heat of it quickly soaking through to her skin. “‘Sides, the rest of me is plenty warm.”

“I can see that, crazy man,” Charity said, voice rife with amusement. “So, are you done your mayoral duties for the day and here to celebrate?”

Edér made a face. “Nah, I wish. Still got a lot of paperwork to wade through. Just thought I’d give my eyes a break for a bit, bolster m’self with ale and good company ‘fore I dive back into the fray.”

“You make it sound like a battle,” she teased, leaning closer than strictly necessary and very aware of the knowing glances Peycg kept throwing their way, even though she’d moved down the counter.

“Might as well be,” he snorted, nodding thanks to Dengler when the innkeeper plunked down a full tankard. “‘Cept this one I can’t win with a sword.” He took a deep drink. “Makes it a good bit tougher. I’d prefer a straight up fight.”

“You’re not alone in that,” Charity said wryly. She drained the last of her drink and contemplated ordering another, but the light was already starting to dim outside. Cursed short winter days... If she didn’t want part of her walk home to be in the dark, she needed to get moving. “But you are about to be alone in here. Well, ‘cept for Dengler and Peycg.”

Edér’s brow crinkled into a disappointed frown. “You’re leavin’? Already?”

“Edér, I’ve already been here for at least an hour-” she glanced at Peycg and got a confirming nod- “an’ it’s a long enough haul back to my place, if I don’t skedaddle now I’ll be makin’ part of it by moonlight.”

“Here, I’ll go with ya,” he offered, pushing away from the counter and starting to button his coat.

“You just got here,” she protested, tugging on her ponytail. “You’re still thawin’ out, I can’t ask you to go back into that.” She gestured vaguely at the door.

“Charity.” He kissed her forehead and her entire face went hot enough to forge Durgan steel. “Darlin’. What kinda gentleman would I be if I didn’t walk the lady I’m courtin’ home?”

“That kind that acknowledges his lady can take care of herself?” Charity tried, praying furiously the blushing would stop. That was less likely than Hylea and Magran mending fences. Whenever Edér broke out the endearments, it was ridiculously hard to remember this was a fucking act.

“I do know you can take care of yourself,” Edér promised as he helped her with her coat. “I also know your company’ll be a better break than anyone else’s.” He winked at Dengler. “No offense.”

“None taken,” the innkeeper laughed, he and his wife both watching them.

Sensing his determination, Charity saved her breath, instead waving goodbye to Peycg as she linked her arm through Edér’s. “You know they’ll gonna talk,” she commented, wrapping her scarf an extra loop around her neck against the evening’s chill. “’Bout us.”

“Ain’t that the point?” Edér drawled, shoulders hunching as they exited the inn. “We want ‘em talkin’ about our ‘courtship’ rather’n wonderin’ about the... other thing.”

“Shh!” she hissed, squeezing his arm. There weren’t many people out, thanks to both the hour and the cold, but still, better safe than sorry. “So... what’re you doin’ tomorrow?”

He grinned, catching the hint they should stick to small talk. “Mayor stuff. You?”

“Peycg’s gonna teach me to knit.” Charity shivered and tucked herself closer against him. Maybe part of why he never got cold is he seemed to radiate heat. It reminded her of winters as a child, when she’d huddle close to her father on walks in order to stay warm. “I’m bored without my garden or crops, an’ much as I enjoy spendin’ time with you or my friends, you have your own lives, so I can’t monopolize your time.” Much as I might want to in some cases....

“I dunno,” Edér grinned, pulling his arm free of her grasp to wrap around her shoulders instead, holding her close. “If you came by while I’m workin’, I’m sure I could find somethin’ for you to do.” He laughed, breath clouding the air in front of them. “Prob’ly still really borin’, though.”

Charity scrunched up her nose. “Tempting. But I think I’ll stick with knitting.”

“Smart woman. Stuff I’m dealin’s with’s liable to make me grumpy, anyway.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You? Grumpy? I didn’t think such a thing was possible.”

“It does happen from time to time,” he deadpanned. “Usually involves Tavi’s idea of a prank...”

Charity giggled. “Alright, that I can see.”

It was Edér’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Does that say more about Tavi, or about me?”

She paused, measuring her words. “I think it says more about your friendship than either of you individually.”

He grinned and rubbed her arm. “Like I said, smart woman.”

Charity hummed her gratitude at the compliment and they lapsed into comfortable silence the rest of the way to her house.

~~~~~

It took a large portion of her willpower not to head for the Dracogen as soon as the sun was fully above the horizon. The promise of another escape from boredom was a tantalizing thought, but Charity made herself wait until the arranged time to grab her coat and go meet Peycg. It was warmer today, and she didn’t bother to button it for the walk to the inn.

Peycg was waiting with a smile and a pair of good-sized wooden needles, which she slid across the table to Charity as she sat down. “Hopefully they’re the right size. Let me see your yarn.”

Charity complied, twisting around to pull the light blue ball of yarn from one of her coat pockets. It was only slightly smooshed when she sat it on the table. Peycg reached over and took it in hand, calloused fingers stroking its surface, before nodding appreciatively.

“It’s good yarn,” she said. “Ufdaen’s really honed his trade.”

“That’s what happens if you don’t want to go out of business,” Charity replied with a small laugh.

Peycg chuckled. “True enough. But we’re here to help you hone a skill, not discuss to what extent one of our neighbors has done the same. What you have’ll work well with those needles, which is lucky. I won’t have to go upstairs an’ getcha ‘nother set.” She winked. “But before we get to the actual knittin’, I wanna explain some of the terms to you.”

Charity nodded as the older woman pulled out a knitted square of cheerful purple, her own needles still run through the top. “makes sense to be sure I’ll know what you’re talking about. Let me have it.”

~~~~~~~

It took a good ten minutes just for Charity to get a good grasp on the knitting terms. Learning how to do the actual stitches wasn’t terribly hard once she watched Peycg demonstrate a few.

“Now, the important question,” Peycg began, nodding with approval as she watched Charity slowly knit a few stitches, “Is are you planning to make something specific, or just gettin’ a feel for how it’s done?”

Charity thought for a moment, careful not to lose her grip on the needles. “Can’t I make somethin’ simple that’ll let me do both?”

“Sure,” Peycg nodded. “But if you’re aimin’ to do a particular project, you’ll need to pay attention to how many stitches you have in a row. If you’re just havin’ fun and learnin’ the ropes, it’s less important. Didja have somethin’ in mind you wanted to make?”

Charity smiled to herself, eyed the ball of cornflower-blue yarn. “A scarf.”

Peycg laughed and sent her a knowing look. “Good project for a beginner. I’m assumin’ you’ll want to make it nice an’ wide?”

Charity shrugged innocently. “All the better for keepin’ warm, right?”

“Of course.” Peycg winked, even more knowingly. “I’ll figure out your stitch count per row, and it looks like you have enough yarn there.” She waited until Charity was between stitches and lightly bumped her shoulder. “I’m sure it’ll turn out grand.”

Charity nodded, set down the knitting for a moment to twist her hair into a bun, and then resumed. “I sure hope so.”

~~~~~~~

If she dropped one more stitch, she was going to throw the whole cursed thing in the fire. Charity huffed in exasperation, then made herself take a deep breath and count to ten before she fixed the dropped stitch, finished her row, and decided it was time for a break. She had a headache. And a knot between her shoulder blades. Besides, despite her difficulties with grasping the skill itself, the scarf was almost done. It would be a shame to waste a couple weeks’ worth of hard work. Not to mention the needles  and yarn. And she was meeting Peycg tomorrow to learn how to  finish it off.

Literally a day from being done, she thought to herself as she tucked five feet of slightly uneven blue knitting in its place. Not wasting that.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door. “Charity? You home?”

She smiled to herself, almost instinctively tugging the end of her ponytail. Just as well she was taking a break. “You can come in, Edér.” She heard the door open and close, the shuffle of him removing his coat. “Thought you said somethin’ about today being full up.”

“Two of the people I was supposed to meet with canceled,” Edér explained, underscored by footsteps. “You alright?”

Charity hastily dropped the hand that had been rubbing between her shoulder blades. “Yeah, fine. Just sat too long in one position’s all.”

He gave her a skeptical look. “Y’know, my mom used to say the same thing. Usually when she was tryin’ to downplay achy spots. C’mere.”

She didn’t really resist when he stepped close enough to pull her into a hug, and didn’t flinch away when one of his big, warm hands passed right over the worst of the tension in her back. She couldn’t, however, suppress a slight hiss.

“Thought so,” Edér nodded, and tugged her arm to pull her toward one of the low backed chairs in her living room. “Sit.”

“What’re you- ooooooh, Effigy’s eyes don’t stop.” Charity let herself slouch, leaning more against his hands as his thumbs rubbed over the knot between her shoulders. “Now I know why my father always looked boneless when Ma did this for hiiim.”

Edér laughed, sounded pleased with himself, as he paused for a second to tweak her ponytail. “Glad I’m not too outta practice.” He shifted position and dragged the heel of his hand down the center of the knot.

OhsweetEothas Charity bit her lip and sucked in a breath to avoid letting out a sound she’d previously only made, well, during acts of a far more intimate nature. Which was the last direction she needed her brain going right now.  “Nope, not out of practice. So, um... when’d you learn to do this?”

“My mom used to get the same knot in the same place when she’d been knittin’ too long.” The last of the tension loosened and he gave her shoulder an affectionate squeeze before moving to sit in another chair. “That is what that was from, right? Knitting?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, rolling her shoulders. She wanted to kiss him for how loose they felt, but with no audience, they were just friends having a chat.  “Thanks. So did you learn how t’do that so you could help your ma?”

“Yep.” Edér grinned and cracked his knuckles. “But she and Dad moved away long time ago...”

“Hence the worry of being rusty,” Charity finished. She smiled broadly. “Trust me, you’re not.”

“Good to know.” He winked at her.

“So what brought you by in the first place?” Charity asked, playing with her ponytail in an effort to seem casual. “We didn’t have plans I forgot about, did we?”

“No, no,” Edér laughed reassuringly. “Just figured it’s been a couple days since we spent time together so I should come by.”

“So people don’t think you’re neglectin’ your lady?” she teased.

“And just ‘cause I missed seein’ you.” He shrugged. “Y’know, as a friend.”

“Sure,” Charity replied. “And I missed seeing you, too. So, whaddya want to talk about?”

He chuckled. “How was your day?”

“Boring and frustrating by turns. I’ve mostly got the hang of knitting, but every so often I’ll get goin’ too fast an’ drop a stitch, or make a row one stitch too long or short... The dropped stitches are the worst, ‘cause most of ‘em I don’t notice ‘til a row or two later, and while Peycg did teach me some tricks to fix stuff like that,  I’m not nearly as good at them as general knitting.” She smiled sheepishly.  “Sorry. Haven’t wandered into town for awhile. Had a lot built up to vent.”

“‘S what I’m here for,” Edér said, amusement in his tone. “Both as your friend and as your fake suitor.”

Charity flashed him a grateful smile. “How ‘bout you, how was your day?”

“Not as bad as it coulda been,” he replied, fiddling with the Eothasian pendant hanging around his neck. “Few people less than happy with decisions I made about property borders, but there were those couple who canceled, which means not nearly as much paperwork.”

She laughed. “Take what you can get, right?”

“Exactly.”

~~~~~~~

Peycg was busy enough the next day, Charity didn’t get her knitting lesson until almost suppertime.

“Sorry, dear,” Peycg apologized as they sat at a table facing the door. “We weren’t expectin’ that caravan that showed up for lunch.”

“No, it’s fine,” Charity assured her. “The inn comes first, I understand completely.”

“Thanks for that,” Peycg nodded. “Now, you just need to finish this off, right?”

“Mm-hm.” Charity pooled the finished scarf on the table. “I added to it some more last night. It’s almost as long as me now.”

“Perfect. That’s a good length for a scarf.” Peycg lifted an inch or two of the knitting by the wooden needle and placed it in her hands. “Now, the closing row and knot is called casting off.”

“Makes sense,” Charity said with a laugh. “Cast on to start, cast off to finish...” She giggled. “Was knitting invented by a fisherman’s wife?”

Peycg laughed, taking up her own knitting to use as an example. “Maybe it was invented by the fisherman. Needed somethin’ to keep his hands busy waitin’ for a bite. But here’s what you need to do...” The process as she explained--and demonstrated--it sounded simple enough; knit two stitches onto her right needle, pull the first over the second, repeat across the row.

Putting it into practice was a smidge more difficult. It seemed like every other second stitch slipped off when it wasn’t supposed to, and usually took several tries to fix. By the time she approached the end of the row, Charity was biting her lip hard. Almost done. Almost. Done. Peycg said the first time is the hardest, so it’ll be better after this. Finally she reached the last stitch. “Okay, now what?” She did exactly what Peycg said, and still the knot nearly got away. “Hylea’s wings, it’s like this hobby wants to drive me away!”

“You’re doing fine, dear,” Peycg chuckled. “I had to redo my first casting off three times to get it right. What happened to you bein’ very patient and very stubborn?”

Charity rolled her eyes in self-deprecation. “Apparently they don’t extend to knitting. Or at least the patience doesn’t. But it’ll be better now that I’ve finished something.”

“That’s how it worked for me, too,” Peycg said with a smile. “It can be disheartening until you prove to yourself that you can do it. Once you have that,” she snapped her fingers. “Easy as a pie.”

“That’s a relief,” Charity sighed, spreading the scarf’s length across the table. Even if it was an over-simplification, it was a relief. Especially considering the final product was far from perfect. Slightly lumpy, with spots arcing like bubbles in the wool, some small sections narrower or wider than the whole, and very clearly a beginner’s attempt. “‘Cause I have to do better than this in the future.”

“You will,” Peycg assured her. “Just takes practice.”

“An’ I think it looks fine,” another, familiar voice chimed in. Edér strode across the room and ran an appraising eye over the scarf.

“Y’know, I’m beginning to think you have some kind of sixth sense for when I’m in here,” Charity teased, smiling up at him as she absently picked at a hangnail. “An’ I’m glad you like it, ‘cause it was supposed to be for you, crazy man who doesn’t know how to dress for the weather. But now I’m reconsidering giving this monstrosity to anyone, let alone someone I... care about.”

He grinned. “First of all, darlin’, I was actually here first this time.” He pointed to a back corner. “Sittin’ right over there havin’ a bite to eat. You didn’t see me, and I didn’t wanna distract you. Second-” he whisked the scarf off the table before Charity had time to react and draped it around his neck- “it would be my pleasure to wear somethin’ made by someone who cares about me.”

Charity rolled her eyes and grabbed the tails of the scarf to pull him down eye-level with her. “You really are a crazy man.”

Edér laughed at her matter-of-fact tone and kissed the end of her nose. “Yep. Makes life interestin’.” He straightened and tugged the scarf free to wrap around his neck a couple times. “I gotta get back t’ work. See ya later?”

“Sure. Later,” Charity nodded, grin plastered across her face as she watched him leave.

She was definitely keeping this hobby.

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Since this is a few months into the fake dating, I’m definitely planning to go back at some point and write the earlier stages, where they were much more awkward about it and finding boundaries and all that good stuff.

[tmntl0verthings]

Loving him was Red (Lemon)

(There's a good chance for misspellings. I apologize in advance, I'll edit it later.)

"I could be your favorite song, turn me up, turn me on, I could be your favorite soongg. Play me all night long"

Raphael pushed you up against his brick wall inside his bedroom as the smell of rum lingering from his tongue rolled off onto your lips to taste. His back hunched over to reach your level of height as your hands were on his palstron while eyebrows rose over your closed eyes. You felt him as his hands lowered to pick you up by your butt and then walked away from the wall. He lifted you up so your legs were on his shoulders and your lips were on his lips as your back was hunched over with your cold hands cupping his jaw. 

He gently plopped you on his bed. your legs leg go his shoulders and relaxed while your bodies realigned only to bring his chest plate press against your diaphragm. His lips Kissed yours passionately once to then take them away and start a trail going down your jaw; your collar bone and then he stopped to glare up at you with his green eyes illuminated by the translucent lighting making the room looker amber. You looked straight into them to see Gold flakes and you swore you even saw some red in them. He lifted himself up using his hands making him look animalistic. his eyes only looked at you like you were some kind of prey for him to bite into but..it wasn't scary or creepy. it was something else, More of a turn on. He crawled up ontop of you using his knees ontop of the bed for support so he doesn't crush you. He crawled his hands underneath your black shirt to feel pleasure from your warm waist in his hands to lean himself down to move your shirt with his thumb to kiss your belly then your beautyLine that runs down your stomach to then lean up to kiss your lips as his hands crumpled your shirt in his one hand and was pulling on it from the intensity he was feeling. You could hear the elastic stitches popping making him lean off of you and let go of your shirt. "Sorry." his deep throated voice cracked. "no its ok..but just wondering..are you able to rip this shirt in two?" you asked curiously "Why? you want me too." he rose a brow with a smirk. "kinda.." you shyly admitted as you bit your bottom lip looking away to the look back at him. He then grabbed your shirt on each side as you watched his muscles flex to pull your shirt apart. you heard the threads and elastic Break and snap as cold winds hit your breasts hidden under your Grey bra. The ripped shirt was in half as you slipped your arms out of it. Your eyes looked at him as he held your shirt in his hands "Did that do anything for ya?" he asked curious; you nodded with a semi gaped open mouth as you breathed out air. he smiled as he leaned down throwing the shirt somewhere else in the room and putting his hands on the bed as put each of his hands on yours as your fingers entangled with each others. You felt him take charge over you as you somehow felt protected in this state. You looked at his jaw line; his pouty lips; his eyes..his beautiful green encrusted eyes with gold polished all over them like seal. You melted as you felt his hot breath hit your breasts as he leaned down to kiss your chest. His Thick tongue hugged your neck as he licked up to your jaw and sucked at your neck making your head softly lean back onto the bedding. Your eyes closed as your teeth showed under your parted lips. He mentally smirked as he Then moved his hand down your Thigh squishing it in his grasp. you whimpered slightly as Your grip upon his Arm squeezed slightly But you didn't wanna dig your nails into his skin. He started kissing your shoulder, Your collar bone, in between your breasts that were locked inside a Grey Prison (bra). he slipped his hand under you as you arched your back allowing permission. He unhooked your bra in a cinch. He removed his hand from your back and grabbed it into a Clinched fist and tore it from your limbs. your arms fell onto the bedding comfortably as He looked at them for the first time. He messaged them in both hands even though they Engulfed em'. He leaned down and smooshed them together as the nipples hugged. He rolled his tongue around them icing them in his addictive saliva that's almost poisonous. He sucked on them keeping his tongue away from them. You moaned loudly making you bite your hand to keep it all in. He sucks one last Hard Long suck before letting go making your boobs bounce as they reset themselves. He Licked his lips like a dog as he crawled up to you with one hand. He pressed his lips against yours as he moved his hand along your side. He slipped his hand under your skirt and pressed his one finger against your petals that were covered in cloth. But he could feel you saturated. "may i?" He asked as his deep throat voice vibrated from his body against yours. it sent two different kinds of shivers down your body; one down your spine and One down your legs. You nodded "Mhmm." you nervously agreed. "you sure?" he asked with a head tilt. You sucked in your bottom lip reconsidering it.. "yea.." you agreed Once again in a soft tone. He moved your panties to the side and slowly rubbed your outsides. You exhaled feeling really relaxed from such a thing. You closed your eyes as you then felt his lips touched your breasts and his tongue Wrapped around your nipple and sucked on it. You exhaled moans making him feel more confident. He slowly inserted his finger to feel your insides. So tight and warm. He was feeling turned on from the idea of him being inside of that. He took off his black cargo pants and slipped off his boxers. He slipped off your Skirt and panties. He could see all of you and you could see all of him along the firey Candle lit shadows. Every Muscles outline; every crevice in his shell highlighted in darkness. You laid there as he kneeled above you. He pounced down for his hand to catch him. He rubbed his dick against your outsides. It already felt good. "wait.." you stopped him. "whats wrong?" his slurred words spoke. "I um..Can you be gentle?" "Is this your first time or something?" You looked up to his ceiling then to him "yea kinda." You admitted. "i thought you've had sex before." "No. i haven't." He lifted your chin up with his one finger "I promise to be kind." he smiled thoughtfully as his eyes softened. You half smiled as you took his finger and kissed your lips with it once. You held his finger in your entire hand as he was entering you slowly. tears flowed down your face as you closed em'. You squeezed his finger in your grasp as you Hugged it to your chest. Then the pain was numbing but how is that possible? (Fact: Actually your Brain sends a chemical to your body so the pain is easier to endure whether you were stabbed or In this case, sex) You opened your tear filled eyes to see his Beautiful green eyes. "you okay?" he asked. His words were cake, sweet and fluffy. You nodded as a tear fled your eye. He slowly leaned up to kiss your lips soft and passionately at the same time. He thrusted Once slowly; you could feel it but it wasn't painful; or feel good either. It was just..there. You laid there waiting for some feeling. Pain? Pleasure? both? It was weird..Then For a split second; it felt really good. But it went away. he thrusted slowly and gradually. Your tears stopped a few minutes back as you felt him Wrap you into a hug; His forearms held your fragile body in an embrace as his Knees were in between yours. You could feel the hard edging of his Frontal shell brush passed your hips. It wasn't enough to Grind against your flesh to feel pain though. "You can go faster if you want." you breathed. He went two paces faster and that was enough to already giggle your body. It was starting to feel really good now. You could feel him; His warmth inside of you. A blush was growing on your face from the heat your body was producing. He set you down from his embrace onto the comforters. You sunk into the bedding as he Put your thighs in his hands as his speed increased. Pleasurable moans escaped your lips. Some were squeakier than others. He increased his speed ten fold. You could tell he was really enjoying himself. Its weird; raphael is the one thats the toughest; the roughest on his brothers for good reasons. And its weird and good to see him like this. Before you kinda saw him as a guy, a friend, a companion. And now its like; he's so much more. A Man that can really see you for who you are, and This being his first time too; its just wow. Almost mind blowing. ------- Sitting on the edge of the bed, Raphael had your legs in his grasp moving you up and down using his biceps while your insides engulfed him. You could feel his arms expand over and over which was seriously turning you on for some reason. You moaned and exhaled as He would make twitches in his leg or one arm as He the increased speed. It was like His thing almost. He wrapped his arms around your body holding you in place; Flipped over and pounded. He could feel your cheeks squish against his raw hips and he wasn't gonna lie; he liked the view. He laid his hands ontop of yours; his fingers made their way in between yours to where you were holding hands. 'we--we're holding hands. Is it possible he likes me more than he leads on. Or is this a one time thing.' His breath fell off your shoulder like a river as his Pouty lips Pressed onto your shoulder blade and Kissed it in the same spot. He dragged his heavy tongue along your blade, your shoulder, the crevice where your Neck and shoulder meet, Your neck to kiss and suck on it. His teeth didn't penetrate your skin but they were now scraping along your neck; you could feel his fangs that you always saw in his smiles. He made this weird creepy sound, One you've only heard in movies. It was like his Uvula was clicking. 'is this where predator got their noise from?' you wondered as your eyes were to afraid to see him at the moment. The noise went away as he brought his mouth away from you. 'No I can't bite her. It would kill her; the pain.' he commanded himself. You felt him grab your hips in his hands as he squeezed your hips feeling your soft flesh. He really started going in on it as your body went faster with each Push. You then felt him do one last pound. He slid himself out as he then moved his body to the right a little to aim his milk onto the pile of clothes. 'I can just throw those out.'

You two laid in the bed. You were asleep on your side under his blankets. He laid awake looking at you. His mask was off. his relaxed eyes watched you sleep as the candle had died an hour ago. He lit intense a little while ago that smells like sweet cinnamon. He exhaled as he lifted his hand to move the blanket more onto your shoulder; he softly glided his one finger along your cheekbone; He tucked his hand back to lay under his pillow that his head laid upon. 'I love you' were those three words he could never muster to say, but really wanted to. Badly. And now of all times, he really wanted to. Or was it only because you were unconscious. Why is it so hard. What if i just say it now, Maybe while she sleeps it can be a practice run for when i see her awake. "I love you" his scar-ed Lips spoke. You smile softly in a slumber state "raph.." you breathed. He didn't expect that... o.o His eyes opened up to a full awake state instead of relaxed. He scooted one over to Hold you in his arms. His laid his Head on top of yours as he smiled half way and closed his eyes for this stress free feeling that I guess people might call Love.

Dah end..