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ibijau · 3 years ago

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27 for chengxian! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

(Losing their memory only to have it come back after a much awaited true love’s kiss.)

Y'all really like that prompt lol I think I have at least one more ask for that one somewhere?

“And he’s been like this the whole time?” Jiang Cheng asked, repressing a shiver of disgust.

“Yes, zongzhu.”

“He didn’t even make a single inappropriate joke?”

“Not so much as a smile, zongzhu. And he said he was sorry for the inconvenience.”

Jiang Cheng gave Wei Wuxian another long look. He would have suspected a joke, but that style of humour would have more been Nie Huaisang’s thing. Wei Wuxian usually went for pranks instead of comedy. Besides, several Jiang disciples had been there when Wei Wuxian had taken in hand the cursed box, and they’d all testified to feeling a powerful discharge of Yin energy. Not only that, but the owner of the box had apparently warned them beforehand of the risk, and explained as well how to cure the curse.

True love’s kiss, of all things.

Normally, when it came to Wei Wuxian, that would have been quite an easy cure to organise. If anything, it was preventing him from indulging in those true love’s kisses that proved a challenge.

So of course this whole mess had to happen when, for once, Jiang Cheng had managed to get his shixiong to come without that damn icicle he called a husband. A favour he had only obtained because Lan Wangji was away on a Night Hunt in a place where resentment toward the feared Yiling patriarch remained too great for Wei Wuxian to go with him. It would take a few days until Lan Wangji could be warned of this incident and returned to administer his cure.

Until then, Jiang Cheng was stuck with this stranger who didn’t look like his shixiong, and didn’t even act like him either.

“At least it’s an improvement over his normal personality,” his first disciple scoffed. “Let’s all enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Am I really that bad?” Wei Wuxian asked with open concern. “If it is inconvenient for others when I am myself, perhaps I’d better stay like this.”

Jiang Cheng huffed. Lan Wangji would never have allowed that, he knew. Someone in that marriage needed to have a personality, and it wasn’t going to be the second jade of Gusu Lan. Although perhaps if they were both equally boring, then perhaps there would be a divorce, and Jiang Cheng could get his shixiong back.

A most tempting plan, except for the fact that this man before him just wasn’t Wei Wuxian, and thus wasn’t worth keeping around.

“Send for Lan Wangji,” Jiang Cheng reluctantly ordered. “And you, come with me,” he added toward Wei Wuxian. “I’m not letting you sleep at some inn when you’re in that state. I’ll have your room prepared, you’re staying where I can see you until you’re better.”

The man who wasn’t Wei Wuxian meekly followed him without a single objection, nor any attempt at teasing. Jiang Cheng found it almost sickening, which surprised him. He’d spent most of his life wishing Wei Wuxian would learn to act more appropriately and to show proper deference to those around him. By all accounts, this should have pleased Jiang Cheng to finally behold a version of his shixiong that knew his place.

He refused to dwell on that, mostly because it never did him good to think too long about that insufferable shixiong of his. Instead, Jiang Cheng congratulated himself on his decision to have had a room prepared for Wei Wuxian the instant he’d heard Lan Wangji wasn’t with him. If he wasn’t going to have shameless intercourse during the whole night, there was no need to banish Wei Wuxian to an inn. Of course Jiang Cheng hadn’t been sure how to offer that bedroom to the other man without being accused of being friendly, so at least one positive side to that curse had been to remove the need for an explanation.

After a few days together, Jiang Cheng had determined that being stuck with that unnatural version of Wei Wuxian was the worst torture he’d ever endured, even counting being struck by discipline whips and having his golden core torn from him.

Now that he’d had time to observe the amnesiac man during the afternoon and at dinner, Jiang Cheng had realised that contrary to his first impression, something of Wei Wuxian remained through the loss of memory. It was only small things, a manner of movement, the way he held his glass of tea, or the gesture with which he sprinkled additional spices over his dinner without even tasting it. A hundred ghosts of who Wei Wuxian was, lingering in a man who had too much politeness and not enough humour.

It was striking also to realise just how little Wei Wuxian looked like himself in his current body. Usually it wasn’t noticeable because his personality made up for the difference, but at the moment he truly looked like nothing but a complete stranger wearing a disguise.

Jiang Cheng hated it.

And Wei Wuxian, apparently, noticed it.

“If you tell me more about what I’m normally like, I can try to act more like it,” he said in a forlorn voice on the fourth afternoon, while watching Jiang Cheng take care of his correspondence.

Jiang Cheng only grunted.

“Though from what everyone says, aren’t I more pleasant to have around like this?”

Another grunt. Others were idiots for not appreciating Wei Wuxian as he naturally behaved, while Jiang Cheng was equally stupid for missing it.

“Just tell me what to do,” Wei Wuxian insisted, and Jiang Cheng hated that those were words he’d always wished to hear but now felt so wrong. “Should I smile? Should I be…” he hesitated. “Should I be obnoxious?” he asked in a trembling voice, just pathetic enough that in a roundabout way, it did sound like something Wei Wuxian might say if he were joking.

Jiang Cheng, exhausted and on edge, almost laughed.

Sadly Wei Wuxian noticed, and took it as encouragement.

“I think I can do that,” he claimed, coming to sit closer until he was nearly on Jiang Cheng’s lap.

That, too, felt a little too much like the real Wei Wuxian, though normally he kept that sort of behaviour for Lan Wangji.

Well perhaps that damn icicle liked being climbed over, but Jiang Cheng did not. Not at all, not one bit, that scenario had never once appeared in his dreams, when his mind thought it could betray his good sense. So Jiang Cheng tried to push away Wei Wuxian, who quickly threw his arms around Jiang Cheng’s neck to make it harder.

“Isn’t this the sort of things I’d do?” Wei Wuxian pleaded, pressing himself harder against Jiang Cheng the more his shidi tried to get rid of him, until he was all but straddling him. “I’ve heard people say I’m flirty.”

“Yes, toward your husband!”

“Well, I don’t know him. But I know you. You’ve been kind to me those few days, even when it was obvious that you don’t like seeing me like this. You shout a lot, but I think you’re a very good person at heart.”

“I’ve tried to kill you in the past,” Jiang Cheng blurted, though he gave up on trying to push Wei Wuxian away. “More than once.”

“From what I’ve heard, you’re hardly the only one.”

Two thoughts crossed Jiang Cheng’s mind.

The first was that he might have to borrow some ideas and forbid gossip in the Lotus Pier, if Wei Wuxian had heard so much in so little time.

The second was that he probably ought to hate a little more the way Wei Wuxian was straddling him, and how close he was. Close enough that if someone were to come in, they’d get the wrong idea and think they were about to…

Jiang Cheng’s eyes flickered to Wei Wuxian’s lips. He wondered, and then mentally slapped himself for wondering.

“The cure is a true love’s kiss, isn’t it?” Wei Wuxian asked in a whisper.

“Your damn true love is going to arrive tonight or tomorrow,” Jiang Cheng retorted in a voice that failed to be anything but pleading. “Wait for him instead of playing games.”

“If I wait for him, I’ll never be sure about you,” came the answer, before Wei Wuxian pressed their lips together.

Jiang Cheng, at first, merely allowed it to happen, unsure what to do with his hands, with his mouth even. Wei Wuxian appeared to understand and, without breaking the kiss, placed Jiang Cheng’s hands on his hips while also moving his lips in a gentle manner, as if trying to show him what to do.

When they parted, Wei Wuxian’s cheeks were flushed and his eyes shining with emotion. Then, slowly, his lips parted into the most obnoxious grin in the world, one that Jiang Cheng hadn’t seen once in those last few days.

“Jiang Cheng!” Wei Wuxian laughed, his voice just as annoying as ever. “Jiang Cheng, who knew!”

“Shut up! Get off my lap now that you’re cured!”

Wei Wuxian laughed again, sounding like a demented wolf, and Jiang Cheng hated how much he had missed that.

“Jiang Cheng, don’t pretend, I know you care, you can’t hide it anymore!”

“Who’d care for an asshole like you!” Jiang Cheng exploded, trying again to push away the other man, only for Wei Wuxian to laugh and press another quick kiss to his lips.

“Look at you, all embarrassed! Jiang Cheng, you’re an idiot, you know.”

“I’ll murder you!”

“Been there, done that,” Wei Wuxian retorted with another kiss. “Now listen. The cure was true love’s kiss, not ‘somewhat unrequited long lasting crush kiss’, alright?”

Jiang Cheng stopped fighting instantly, thus giving Wei Wuxian the chance to kiss him again, a little longer this time. Without any input from his brain, Jiang Cheng’s hands found their way to the other man’s hips, this time pulling him closer.

“What about your Hanguang-Jun then?” Jiang Cheng breathlessly asked when they parted. “Does that mean he’s…”

“I’m a very spoiled man,” Wei Wuxian said. “I can have two true loves, to make up for the fact that they’re both absolute bitches.”

The idea of sharing Wei Wuxian, now that Jiang Cheng knew he could have him, was particularly unpleasant. The only thing that would make it bearable, Jiang Cheng decided, was the certainty that Lan Wangji would be appalled that they had anything in common.

Happy with this petty thought, Jiang Cheng kissed Wei Wuxian again.

#chengxian #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jau writes #wwx is so fucking hard to write #and post canon jc is also damn hard to write #this caused me suffering but in a fun way

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yeetwinchester2 · 4 years ago

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The Son He Never Got...

Pairing: Steve Rogers x daughter!reader, Bucky Barnes x Rogers!reader (platonic), Peter is there but no real relationship between the reader and him.

Warnings: abandonment-ish??, ✨daddy issues✨, angst, more angst, thoughts of not being good enough, blah blah blah, I think you get it. steve's not really the good guy here. Bucky fluff

Requested: yes/no "Prompts 1, 2, 13 and 14 with Steve Rogers x daughter!reader" #1: "Why would you do that?” #2: “I can’t believe it...” #13: “I hate you.” #14: “Go to Hell.” I don't think I included all of the quotes that were requested... but they'll be there in the next part or two.

Summary: When a boy named Peter Parker shows up as a new recruit, Steve starts spending more time with him. The reader notices, but Steve doesn’t. Bucky is helpful :)

A/N: Thank you for the request!! This is (maybe) the second request that I’ve actually completed :) I hope it's alright!!

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Turning off your alarm, you get out of bed and get dressed for school. Today you were supposed to have a father-daughter date with your dad after school. You decided to wear a plain black flowy shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, and your white Doc Martens.

Throwing you backpack over your shoulder, you head down to the kitchen to get some breakfast and tell everyone good morning before you leave for school. "Mornin' everybody! Hey, dad. Did you pick out where we're going today?" you say with a toothy smile.

"Hey, sweetheart. What're we going out for, again?" he sounded confused, but you just ignored it.

"For our father-daughter date, dummy." you said, jokingly punching his arm. Not that it'd hurt him. He's a super soldier for crying out loud.

"Oh, yeah. About that... We're gonna have to reschedule our dinner tonight, hun. We can do it another night. The team and I are going to meet the new recruit tonight. You should meet him too!" he was rubbing the back of his neck, hoping that you wouldn't be too upset.

"But we've always had our dates on the first Friday of every month. We can't just skip this month!" He's not seriously going to reschedule dinner because of a new recruit... he wouldn't do that to you, right?

"I know, I know. Can we please just have dinner another night? This new recruit could be some serious help for the team."

"Yeah, okay. Whatever. I've got to get to school. I'll see ya when I get back." He's seriously gonna choose the recruit over me, his own daughter? No, maybe it's just more important than I realize.

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"Y/n, its probably nothing. Maybe he just needs to talk to some new people. Being stuck in ice for 70 years and all, he doesn't have many friends," your friend, Milo, tries to reason.

"The recruit is my age. He's a highs schooler. My dad isn't gonna make friends with some high schooler. I don't know. I guess we'll just wait and see." It's nothing, he needs to get to know the recruit anyways...

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After a long and tiring day at school, you get home to see you dad and the new recruit going over what you're guessing is paper work.

"Hey, dad. Hey, new recruit. It's nice to meet you, I'm y/n." you say, holding a hand out for him to shake.

"I'm Parker Peter. I-i-i mean, Peter Parker." he says with a wide smile. You can see his cheeks become a little more red.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Peter. How long do you think you'll be staying tonight? I can't have you stealing my dad from me already!" you say, jokingly. The three of you let out a short laugh.

"I'm not sure. I guess I'll leave once I've gotten the tour and we've gone through all of the paper work." Peter says. Why does he need a tour? He's only here to train, right?

"Sounds good! I'll be in my room if y'all need anything." you say, adding a fake smile. Turning around, you head to your room. The rest of the night, you do nothing but homework, completely forgetting about Peter.

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The next few days consisted of the same exact thing. You'd eat breakfast, go to school, come home and greet your dad and Peter, and go do homework. Had your dad asked you how your day was during the few days? Not once. Had he asked Peter how his day was? Yep. Did your dad ask if you needed help with homework? Nope. Did he ask Peter? Of course he did. Every day. I can't believe it... Is my dad replacing me with Peter? No, he's just helping him out, right? Right.

The next day was Wednesday, which meant you got to workout with your dad and Peter. 'Oh boy. I get to train with two abnormally strong superheros. Yay.' you thought sarcasticly. You went about your day as you usually do. On the way home from school, you texted your dad to let him know you might be a little late because of traffic. You When you got home, you changed into workout leggings and a sports bra, and headed to the gym where you usually meet your dad for workouts. You then realized that your dad hadn't texted you back. When you walk into the gym, you figured out why. Him and Peter were already halfway through the workout that y'all were supposed to be doing together.

At this point, you're starting to realize that your dad is actually replacing you with Peter. Peter's like the son he never got. He's been pushing you and the plans you've made to the side. He's been making Peter his priority.

Walking up to the two sweaty guys, tapping them on the shoulders to get their attention. "Peter, I hate you. No offense though. It's not your fault. Dad, can I talk to you? In private, please?" You do hate Peter, but not because he did anything wrong. He didn't. He's a real good kid. But he's you dad's favorite now. He replaced you, but he didn't know it. So, by default, you hate Peter.

"Hey! Don't talk to Peter like that! He didn't do anything wrong. You can't just walk in here and tell him you hate him. That's not how it works," he practically yells. Your dad never yells at you. The harsh reaction cause tears to swell up in your eyes.

"Dad. I need to talk to you. In private. Away from Peter."

"It can wait. Let us finish what we were doing. Then, we can talk. Got it?" he said sternly.

"Yes sir." you say, holding back tears that you knew would fall as soon as you turn around. And you were right. As soon as you turned around to go to your room, the tears fell, and they wouldn't stop. It only got worse when you got to your room. Forgetting to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to soundproof your room, you continue sobbing, yelling every now and again. Bucky, in the room next to yours, heard your crying.

Bucky was always there for you. He had been since the day he met you. His face when he found out Steve, THE Steven Grant Rogers, had a daughter. You and him have been close ever since. He's more like a best friend than an uncle if you're being honest. You go to him for everything. Well, almost anything. You hadn't told him about what was going on with you and your dad. You knew he'd be pissed about how your dad was treating you and go argue with him about it. You didn't want to make a big deal of it or anything at first, in case it was nothing.

Bucky, hearing you crying, run out of his room and to your door, softly knocking on it. "Y/n? Hun? Can you please let me in? It's Bucky."

You slowly stand up and walk towards the door, opening it. Looking up at him, with red eyes and mascara running down your checks, you move back to the bed. Bucky closes the door and sits next to you. "You wanna talk about it?" That's always the first question either if you ask when one of you is in this kinda situation.

"I don't know. I don't know, Buck." You lean into his shoulder, crying again.

"That's okay. Take your time, y/n/n. I'll be right back." he says, standing up from the bed. You see him walk into your bathroom, knowing exactly what he's doing. The two of you have a good routine for these kinda nights. It's usually always the same, but it works. When you're crying like you are now, you get horrible headaches. So, Bucky will always get you some ibuprofen and water to help. When he gets back from the bathroom, he hands you a two small pills and a glass a water. Without a second thought, you swallow the pills and some of the water. You thank him and set the glass on your nightstand. Pulling the covers up over your shoulders, you lay back down.

"Thank you.."

"Mhm. Are you gonna sleep first? Or talk? You know we're gonna talk about it at some point."

"I know, I know. Can I sleep right now? We can talk about it another time. I'm exhausted."

"Yeah, of course. But you're not getting out of it, and I'm not giving you the whole 'Its not healthy to keep it all in' lecture. You've heard it enough, so have I."

"Thanks. Mucho appreciated, old man."

"No problem, kiddo. Get some rest, we'll talk tomorrow. 'Night, sweetheart."

"Night, Buck."

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A/N: Cool. This is part one of this. Yes, I will (eventually) finish part two of Excuses. I have no idea when, but eventually. Same goes for part two of this one. But I really like this first part, so I think it'll continue. Thoughts? I hope y'all like it :))

#steve x daughter!reader #steve x daughter #steve x reader #steve rogers #marvel x reader #marvel #peter parker #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fic #fanfiction

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rocksandrobots · 3 years ago

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Phantoms of the Past: Ch. 5 - Best friends, Boyfriends, and Barons Part 1

"Hey Miss Itamae! Ready for a whole new school year? Hee...hee...eeeh.... yeah, fine." Hiro gave up trying to make small talk with the lunch lady as she unceremoniously slopped meatloaf onto his plate.

Today was the first day of the fall semester and the start of Hiro's second year at SFIT. It felt odd to him, to look back and realize just how much time had passed; how much things had changed during the previous year.

A year ago, today, he had been attending Tadashi's funeral and now he was going about his life as if everything was normal. Well, almost normal. He was also moonlighting as a superhero, adopting an out of time teenager as his new big brother, and befriending deadly robots.

Life was weird.

Of course it wasn't as if he could ignore his loss completely. He had noticed the flowers and cards placed at the foot of Tadashi's memorial over by the exhibition hall. People still remembered that his brother had died a hero. Folks that he didn't even know had left their condolences today, though most of the gifts were from Tadashi's teachers and friends.

Hiro had particularly noticed a painting Honey Lemon had left, of her, Tadashi, and the rest of their friends. He also spotted Gogo sitting out there early that morning, lighting a candle in his brother's memory. He had given her her space, choosing not to interrupt. Gogo and Tadashi had been especially close.

Hiro remembered how excited his brother had been when Gogo finally agreed to go out with him. Tadashi had hurried about their bedroom, a couple of days before the fire, fretting over where to take her on their first date. A date that they had never gotten to go on. At the time Hiro had teased him relentlessly, never passing up the chance to deflate his brother's ego. Now it was just another bittersweet memory to look back on.

Fred abruptly snapped him out of his mournful reflection. "Steve." was all he said as he grabbed Hiro by the shoulders.

"Steve? Uh, my name is Hiro, remember Fred?"

"No, no, no, Steve was the name of the ninja robot that Trina found. She said he was held in a warehouse downtown, along with all the other ninjas. Don't you see, that's our big break! We find this warehouse and then we can track down the mysterious bosu!"

Hiro wearily placed his tray down on the table and took a seat next to Wasabi.

"Fred, it's the first day of school. Can't this wait for later?"

"But-"

"Hiro's right Fred," Wasabi interrupted, "Just because you have all the time in the world to play superhero doesn't mean that we do. We still got our own lives to take care of."

Fred looked hurt at that. "I'm not playing! This is important work. We have a city to protect and this crime boss is just going to keep coming after us if we don't figure out how to stop them."

Wasabi rolled his eyes. "Then you just go on and do that. In the meantime the rest of us have class to attend. I'm heading early to set up for my first lab."

"But labs won't open for like another hour." Hiro pointed out, confused. "They're still cleaning up from the robot attacks last week."

"Ah, he just wants to get there early so that he can see his boyfriend again." Fred complained.

"Sam's not my boyfriend. He's just a colleague, and at least I'm doing something other than obsess over superheroing." And with that Wasabi stormed off, while Fred slouched into the cafeteria chair with a huff.

"Listen, Fred, why don't you go on patrol with Minimax for a while. I'll help you track down this warehouse after school is over with." Hiro said.

"Okay," Fred reluctantly agreed, "but I'm not 'obsessing'."

"I know Fred, but the rest of us also have school to worry about. We just don't have the same amount of free time as you do."

"I know." Fred sighed before walking off.

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"Sorry Hiro, but we're kind of busy right now." Honey Lemon regretfully informed her friends.

Fred and Hiro had met up after school as promised. Wasabi had declined to join them on their quest and so they had decided to recruit the girls instead. Though this also seemed to be a fruitless endeavor.

"Yeah, we're kind of in the middle of something." Gogo finished as she leaned back in a reclining chair and placed two cucumber slices over her eyes.

They had found the girls at a spa. Honey Lemon sat next to Gogo with curlers in her hair, and they apparently weren't the only ones out having a beauty day.

"Can't you see we're having some girl time?" Karmi asked, annoyed, as she examined her nails.

"Yeah, Hiro, go take your weird superhero hobby elsewhere?" Megan added.

"It's not weird!" Fred insisted.

"If this is supposed to be a girls only event, then why is he here?" Hiro said, pointing to Varian, who sat next to Megan.

"Uh, getting a manicure obviously." Varian rolled his eyes and then leaned over to show Carol, who was beside him, two bottles of nail polish. "Do you think I should go with the midnight blue or just stick with black?"

"Hmmm... I think either would be nice," she replied.

"Ooooh, have you tried the seaweed wrap they have here? It's great." Fred chimed in.

Hiro rolled his eyes, "Okay, so what are you two doing after this? Could you take up patrol tonight?"

"Nope." Gogo said.

"I promised my brother Carlos that I would help him move into his new dorm room. He starts at UCLA this week and Gogo's offered to drive me there. We won't be back till tomorrow morning." Honey Lemon explained.

"Okay, well, we'll just-"

"Alright, I'm ready." A voice called out, interrupting him.

Trina walked out from behind a door at the back of the spa. Her bulky gigantic metal body was gone and in its place was the frame of a young woman, dressed in a t-shirt, pants, and a cropped jacket. She looked very much the same as the day Hiro had first met her, at the bot fights. Only this time her hair had been cut and styled into a short mohawk and dyed a light purple.

"What do you guys think?" She asked as she twirled around.

Everyone shouted encouragements to her, and Varian cheekily whistled.

"You look nice, Trina." Hiro complimented.

Trina snorted and rolled her eyes. "In your dreams, Hiro." She said, leaving the teenage genius confused by what he had said wrong.

Ignoring him, Trina walked over to the rest of the girls, "Thanks for the clothes... and for everything else." She sheepishly added.

"Hey, no problem." Megan replied. "They look good on you."

"Yeah, and if you need anything else just ask." Karmi added.

"Not to mention it's always fun to have a spa day," Carol piped in. "This was a good idea Varian, thanks for inviting me along."

"Sure thing. When Trina said she wanted help with finding a new wardrobe, I figured all of you would like to go shopping too.... and also y'all know more about clothes than I do."

"Hey, Trina," Fred interjected, "that warehouse where you foun- I mean, met 'Steve', do you happen to remember where it was located?"

Trina gave Fred a frown.

"Oooh, who's Steve?" Karmi asked, happy to gossip, "Is that your boyfriend Trina?"

"No." She said, "The place you're looking for is over in Good Luck Alley, next to Louie's."

"It must've been a bad breakup." Karmi whispered into Honey Lemon's ear, she wasn't very good at keeping her voice down.

"Yeah… he kind of... broke alright." Honey Lemon nervously added, unsure what to say.

"Uh, yeah, well thanks for the tip Trina. We'll be going now, bye." Hiro said as he hurried Fred out the door. He had had enough of awkward conversations and makeovers.

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"Fred, wouldn't it be better if we brought our robots along at least?" Hiro whispered.

"You want to sneak around an abandoned warehouse with those two?" Fred whispered back, "I love him, but Minimax doesn't know how to be quiet, like at all."

Hiro sighed, Fred had a point. Baymax also wasn't the best at stealth missions. Hiro slid into the alleyway and peered through a dirty window. He couldn't shake the sense of deja vu as he remembered how he and the robotic nurse had tracked down his missing microbots a year ago at a similar warehouse. They had both been nearly killed by Callaghan when the villain had caught them snooping around. He would prefer to avoid such a scenario again.

"It doesn't look like anyone is here." He said.

"See any ninja robots?" Fred asked as he also pushed by to get a look, pressing his nose against the glass.

"No… Fred, this may be a dead end. Trina already raided the place and no doubt this Bosu would have abandoned the hideout if it was compromised."

Fred pouted, "Maybe… Buuuut, we could always man a stake-out and find out for sure!"

"Fred, I have homework to do. Maybe some oth-"

"Oh please! Just for an hour, or two? Please, please, please? Pretty please? I'll do your homework for you."

"I don't want you doing my homework."

"Okay, chores then; I'll wash Varian's dirty socks and underwear for a… a week… no, a month! Come on, I know how much you hate doing laundry."

Hiro sighed and watched his friend crawl on his knees and beg. "Does it really mean that much to you?"

"Yeeeesss."

"Okay, and no, you don't have to do the laundry either."

Hiro turned to walk out of the alley and Fred got up and followed him.

"That's good, cause I don't actually know how to wash clothes. Usually, Heathcliff does all the laundry. Last time I tried to, I just flooded the washroom."

"Do you have any survival skills? Like at all?"

"Nope. Unless it's kicking bad guys' butts! Ooh, hey, we can host the stake-out at Louie's across the street. I'm starved."

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Hiro and Fred took up a window booth inside the restaurant. The establishment had recovered from the police raid from a few months back and was now serving food as usual; though Hiro had already spotted the advertisement for the next upcoming 'bot fight.

A couple of hours past and they had both eaten their meals, plus dessert, along with Fred going back for seconds. Now they were both nursing a couple of cups of coffee, though Hiro's was going cold; it wasn't great coffee.

"Fred…"

"Yeah."

"It's been three hours now."

"I know."

"No one's showed up."

"Not yet."

"Look it's been… 'fun', but I'm going home now."

Hiro got up to leave but Fred grabbed him by the sleeve.

"Oh but… uhh… we haven't even tried the uh… hot dog sushi special. I hear it's really good."

Hiro leaned his head back slowly and closed his eyes in frustration. He didn't want to snap at Fred, really he didn't, but he was quickly losing his patience.

"Fred… no one is coming. Let's just call it a night and try again some other time. Okay." And with that he yanked his hand away and began to walk off.

Fred didn't follow. Instead he sat in the booth, his eyes downcast, staring blankly at nothing. It wasn't his usual pout either. It was something else. Some deeper sadness that few saw from the usually optimistic teen.

Hiro began to worry. He walked back, and stood there waiting for Fred to jump back up all excited again for his return, only he didn't.

"Fred, what's wrong?"

Fred sighed but couldn't bring himself to answer.

"Look, I know that this superhero business is important to you, so much so that you'll probably wind up making a career out of it, which is great, but the rest of us are not going to be doing this for the rest of our lives. We also have to keep up with our studies, chores, our jobs, and what little shred of a social life we have."

"That's not it… I mean yeah, it's a part of it, but that's not why I asked you to come along."

Fred finally looked Hiro in the eye and tears threatened to spill.

"I just miss my best friend, okay."

Hiro looked at him confused.

"I didn't want to say anything, cause… cause he's your brother and I didn't think you'd want to be reminded about him being gone any more than you already have… but today has just been really hard… remembering what happened… I just thought getting out and doing something fun, getting both our minds off everything, might be better than just… just being alone. You know? Especially today."

Fred didn't even have to say Tadashi's name for Hiro to know who he was talking about.

Hiro sighed and slumped back down into the booth.

"I'm sorry…. I… I guess I just… I don't know. I didn't think...."

"No… no, don't. Of course you didn't think. I mean who wants to be reminded of that. The whole idea was to not think about it. And I just ruined it all by bringing it up. Gah…. I'm so sorry."

Fred put his arms over his head and brought his knees up to his chest as if trying to make himself as physically small as he felt. Hiro just had to laugh at the sight in spite of himself.

"It's okay Fred. You're not going to upset me just by talking about Tadashi."

Fred peaked his head out from between his arms. "I'm not?"

"No. I mean he was your friend too."

"My best friend! Man, Tadashi and I, we got up to all sorts of trouble. He was always down for anything. I mean, did he tell you about the time we crashed my cousin's bar mitzvah? As in, we literally crashed. He drove the sport's car into the buffet table by mistake… We couldn't find the parking and then there was this wet patch in the parking lot and we skidded… Oh and then there was the time Mole dared us to a drag race using scooters and Tadshi had the idea to attach rockets to mine and I went flying.. I tell ya, man, Mole wouldn't live it down for a whole week after. He kept demanding a rematch, but I mean it was fair. He was using his butler to ride for him in his place."

Hiro could barely contain his laughter, "Wait… wait… you and Tadashi did all this?"

"Yeah."

"Why have I never heard of any of this before?"

"I don't know, but he's the whole reason why I got the mascot job in the first place. I knew I could never get into the school myself, but I thought we could hang out together more if I went. He's also the one that introduced me to everybody else."

"Then how did you two meet?"

"Oh at the grocery store."

Fred said this as if it was the most obvious of explanations but Hiro looked as confused as ever. So Fred continued on.

"He was there getting chewing gum and I was buying a shopping cart. Like an actual shopping cart."

"Why?"

"Yeah that's what he asked too. So I told him, 'I'm going to ride down Dead Man's Hill in one.' And he said, 'Dude, that's so rad. You're totally going to die.' And I said, 'Yeah, I know. You wanna join?' And he did. We rode all the way down from the top of Lumbar Street to the docks… and landed right in the bay. It was awesome! We screamed our heads off the whole time. It was so awesome, in fact, that we walked back to the store and bought another cart just to do it again. That was back when we were both still in high school, and we've been best buds ever since. You know… until…"

Hiro looked at Fred sadly. There so much about his brother that hadn't known about, hadn't even thought to ask. What else had Tadashi not shared with him? Probably a lot, I mean why tell your kid brother about your social life? And there's no way that he'd have brought those crazy stunts up around Aunt Cass.

"I never knew any of that… Those are some really cool stories. Thanks for sharing them."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and you know, you don't have to drag me on some superheroing mission just to hang out and talk."

Fred looked guilty at that.

"I… I know… but it's like what you and Wasabi have been saying. Everyone else has something… something to motivate them, and y'all all do all these really cool things and I'm… I'm just me. I don't really have anything but superheroing. Unless you just need someone to make a mess."

"That's not true. Fred, you're great at a lot of things. You could go to school or get a job, if you wanted to. I just thought superheroing was all you wanted."

"Hiro, I can't even do laundry without messing up. I mean all you do is throw the clothes into a machine and push a button, and yet somehow I managed to screw even that up. All I know is comic books, and superheroing, and I'm not even the best at that! What would I even go to college for? I can't… I'm not a genius. I'm not a businessman. I'm not an accountant, or an artist, or an athlete. I'm not anything. I've no talent. I'm not even good at being rich. I've never fit in with the socialite crowd."

"Fred."

"Yeah?"

"You're good at being a friend, and if I have to sit here list off everything else you're good at then we'd be here for another three hours or more. So how about we head home and tomorrow I'll show you how to work a washing machine, and you can teach me how a stake-out is supposed to really go cause we're not getting anywhere here."

"Or are we?"

"What do you mean?"

Fred was no longer looking at Hiro but past him. He pointed to the window behind Hiro, and Hiro turned around to see for himself.

An elderly gentleman, dressed in an old fashioned military outfit, complete with a monocle, was entering the warehouse. He had a giant mechanical arm and a steam boiler strapped to his back.

"Baron Von Steamer."

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Fred and Hiro found themselves standing in the alley peering through the warehouse's dirty windows for a second time that day. They saw Baron Von Steamer stomping around inside. He seemed irritated as he grumbled to himself and knocked boxes out of the way, as if searching for something.

"What's he doing?" Fred loudly whispered.

Just then Steamer found what he was looking for, a tea cup. He poured himself a cup out of a teapot he had placed on an old fashioned stove that was hidden towards the back and then sat down on top of a crate to sip his drink.

"It must be 'tea time' for him." Hiro said dryly.

Fred narrowed his eyes, "I bet he's just hatching his next nefarious scheme. Planning on how to take us and the city down. What do you think he wants with portals?"

Just then Steamer stood up and ruefully kicked away a busted up robot that had fallen out of a storage crate in his previous hunt for the tea cup.

"I don't think Steamer is our guy." Hiro said, "He hates modern technology, so why would he build ninja robots? Also, like you said, what would he want with portals? All he's after is your dad, and so far the Bosu hasn't gone after Boss Awesome yet."

"But they might. Remember what Roddy said? That Kensei guy used to be active during Dad's heyday but never got caught. What if, it's because Steamer had two villain identities!"

"That seems like a stretch."

"Okay, well, what if Steamer works for this Bosu? Like Sue and Sparkles?"

"That's more plausible, I guess."

Hiro turned to peer through the window again, but Streamer was gone.

'Wait, where did he go?'

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A pair of interlopers." A curt British voice came from behind them.

Steamer must have noticed them and snuck around the back, cutting them off.

Hiro grabbed his phone in order to call his super suit, but Von Steamer nabbed his hand and yanked him off the ground, causing him to lose hold of his phone.

Fred was just as unfortunate, as Steamer held him in a choke hold in his metal arm.

"Waaaait," Steamer said as he eyed them both up closely, peering at them through his oversized monocle, "I know you two. You're friends of Boss Awesome's baby child!"

"I am Boss Awesome's baby child!" Fred protested before Von Steamer gave him a hard squeeze with his cyborg arm. Fred wheezed in pain.

Hiro reacted quickly and kicked the steampunk baron in the shins.

Von Steamer howled in pain and dropped Hiro in surprise, though he managed to keep his grip on Fred. He also had stepped on Hiro's phone while nursing his injured leg.

Hiro ducked and ran as Steamer regained his senses and pulled out a brass gun that was connected to the boiler on his back with a hose. He pulled the trigger and scalding steam shot out. Hiro ducked again to avoid it.

As he ran out of the alley way he heard Steamer shouting after him, "Yes, run back to Boss Awesome little one. Tell his baby child I have their friend, and either he, or they, must show up to face me or else!"

Hiro spared a glace backwards and saw Baron Von Steamer dragging Fred back into the warehouse.

"Fred!"

"Hiro!" Fred called out to him before being pulled into the darkness.

Hiro panicked. What could he do? Finally, he decided that getting help was the best option. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, fighting back his worry.

#Hiro Hamada #Fred Frederickson IV #big hero six #bh6 #tangled #varian #tadashi hamada

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karasunology · 5 years ago

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⸙ ˚₊ ➷ SUNA RINTAROU & KITA SHINSUKE AS YOUR OLDER BROTHER HEADCANONS ! ❞

╰─ ─ ﾟheadcanons of suna & kita of how it would be like if they were your older brothers.

✐ . . . BIG BROTHER HEADCANONS.

[ OIKAWA TOORU & KAGEYAMA TOBIO VERSION. ] [ MIYA TWINS & BOKUTO KOUTARO VERSION. ]

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ suna rintarou & kita shinsuke <3

[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]

-ˏˋ ✉️ REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN.

⇣ please read the RULES before requesting.

SUNA RINTAROU.

➜ suna would your quiet older brother that's very caring for you

➜ nAH I'M KIDDING SHSJZ LMAOOO

➜ THIS BOY MAY SEEM QUIET BUT PHEWW

➜ DAMN IS HE NOISY IN TEXT & ON UNGODLY HOURS

➜ let me explain

➜ suna is the type of person that may seem quiet but could honestly be as chaotic as he can be

➜ good chaotic? or evil chaotic?

➜ you decide for yourself

➜ and that's when he's just a normal person to any other normal person

➜ but you're his younger sibling

➜ y'know, the one he sees everyday

➜ willingly or not HSJSNNXC

➜ yeah he'll be quiet sure but if YOU ever join into the mix

➜ fox boi is thriving quietly while your parents are just so done with you guys

➜ i headcanon that he's the type to fall asleep in day time

➜ but when it's night where h's supposed to be sleeping, homeboy is anything but sleeping

➜ he'll have a hard time sleeping and honestly you're probably also in the same situation as him because wow, sibling goals😍❇✨🗽

➜ and if you ARE in the same situation as him, and you'd get a random message from him at the most UNGODLIEST TIMES to go to a 24 hours open mcdonalds fast-food,

➜ who were you to object??

➜ like y'all's parents would wake up to go to work or something and would when they check the family gc, suna sent a pic of you falling asleep on a mcdonalds playground

➜ would paniK LMAOOO

➜ but before they pull your drowsy ass back, they'd check your guys' rooms and in the midst of checking they'd find you guys sleeping on the living room sofa

➜ woke up the next day in the floor because suna unconciously pushed you from the sofa y'all were sharing but you had a blanket placed on top of you while he was ShiVERING to death

➜ expect cursed videos or weird snapchat stories of you guys either saved privately or drunkenly high posted for the whole world to see😗😍

➜ y'all have the most random conversation at 3 am in imessage but y'all still forgot you sent those

➜ the type to message you a meme he finds funny while his drowssiness is taking a toll on him

➜ the type to message you while he's in the same room as you

➜ like especially if there are guests around & he hates socializing & just doesn't have the energy to talk to them

➜ fights were uncommon, and if it ever happens oH my

➜ he'll give you a cold shoulder because he's THAT petty b itch💅👊

➜ but he's probably the first to apologize because you are probably also a petty bi tch 💅👊

➜ b i c t h

➜ he's honestly a great listener 10/10 would recommend

➜ he may not be the best at advices, but atleast he's good at listening

➜ would a HUNDERED ( 100 ) PERCENT % dump the chores ordered for him to do TO YOU

➜ and would definitly use the excuse

“ because i'm older than you ”

➜ in conclusion, suna may be a lazy bicth but he'd be an . . . entertaining brother to say the least & never fails to take the role as an older sibling through hidden and small ways.

KITA SHINSUKE.

➜ the silent but active older brother

➜ the type of older brother that may not seem he cares about you but he actually does

➜ like a l o t

➜ like that one chapter in the manga where kita may sound like a judgemental douche but actually cares about atsumu and gave him a note to take care of himself or something? with cough drops, pickled plums, lemon water etc.

➜ ugh i live for that

➜ anywh0res, that chapter?? yeah, you experienced alot of those

➜ you have gotten used to his attitude ever since you guys were young

➜ one time, when you guys were young, you scraped your knee and kita may seem like he's lowkey judging you but he was actually so worried

“ see? that's what happens when you're too clumsy ”

➜ yet proceeds to kneel next to you & would piggyback you while saying that you should lay off desert becausr you were getting heavy

➜ THE DIFFERENCE WITH HIM AND BOKUTO THO FGFDJJKDR

➜ and one time when you overworked yourself because of your studies to the point you got sick, kita was the one that was taking care of you

➜ your temperature? taken AND recorded by him. your porriage? made by him. if you got worse, he would make an appointment with a doctor. appointment? scheduled and made by him.

➜ and that's on periodt😋

➜ would scold you and use judgmental tones BUT would be so caring towards you ahHh

➜ and if it wasn't that bad but you still had to stay home the next day, but it was a school day so that means volleyball practice for kita

➜ and y'all probably argued about something that morning and he left while you were still sulking about your fight and when you entered the kitchen you would find a bag of your favourite foods, those cooled things you put on your forehead to bring the heat down, & medicines.

➜ and in the table was your porriaged cooked and served with a note on the side which says :

please take care of yourself more, i'll be home after practice like usual.

love, kita-nii.

➜ UGH YOUR HAND IN MARRAIGE SIRRRR

➜ and when bb boy went home you apologized about your fight that morning and he'd be so shocked because you don't usually say sorry first whenever you guys fight

➜ would tell you stories of what happened at practice that day simce you weren't there

➜ speaking of that, you would wait around the volleyball club and would be their unofficial manager

➜ why? because kita made you since he would ALWAYS walk you home with him and maybe some of his team mates that lives near you guys

➜ like he ain't reporting a missing teenager anytime soon

➜ already has a lot of things to handle so he would appreciate that you would get kidnapped on a different day? yeah, thx💋

➜ would garden with you because i headcanon that he really loves and has a passion for gardening & probably has his own little vegetables growing in the side awe

➜ would 100% help you do your chores

➜ and with anything you need honestly

➜ ugh we stan

➜ and if you ever awknowledge everything he has done for you and would let him know that you awknowledge him & that you REALLY APPRECIATE HIM AS YOU SHOULDDD💅😩✋

➜ he'd probably cry on the spot ngl

➜ i'm joking, but y'all would probably be so soft at that moment that he just offered you to watch those old childhood movies you guys used to love to watch

➜ in conclusion, i love this mans so much and that you should too. even if he may seem judgemental & a douche but trust me when i say he cares ALOT about you but he just shows it subtly. and he deserves a lot of love as well because you don't know how much has he taken care of you ever since you guys were kids.

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . another big brother headcanon?? y'all eating tHAT SHI T UP. but honestly, me too. also, another one of bokuto's sister x akaashi one will be posted either tonight, or tomorrow as per an anon's request. ugh we love a productive sister. @ to the anon who requested this, hope you enjoyed it because i totally did while my crusty eyes tries to stay awake last nighy writing this👑

requests are open or just send me anything because i need hooman interactions rn😋✌

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sergeant-donny-donowitz · 4 years ago

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The Lady in White: UtivichxFem!Reader

Happy Halloween guys! :))) Here's a lil spooky basterds fic for y'all

TW: Gore/blood/animal attacks/ghost stories

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******************************* 'Baba Yaga brodit no lesu dazhe zdes...' "Baba Yaga wanders the forest, even here."

Aldo narrowed his eyes as he stood over a heavily wounded Soviet spy with weary eyes and a frightened whisper. The basterds had been hunting a patrol, and just when they were close, they heard blood curdling screams. All they found was this Soviet spy, tortured half to death...who could only speak Russian, German, and French. "What's he sayin' Wicki?" The spy was loosing blood, but seemed to speak with a sly smirk, repeating it over, 'Baba Yaga brodit no lesu dazhe zdes...' Wicki shrugged, "I don't know he's saying it in Russian now." Hugo hovered over the wounded man, "Deutsch sprechen?" "You speak German?" The agent's eyes darted, and looked directly at Hugo, speaking with as much conviction as a half-dead man could, "Baba Yaga wandert auch hier durch den Wald." Aldo nodded, his hands at his hips, "That. What's that mean?" Wicki turned back, "He's saying Baba Yaga wanders in the woods, even here." Donny narrowed his eyes, "Who, or what the fuck is Baba Yaga?" Hugo grunted, "Slavic myth. A witch." Smitty, who had just returned with a member of the resistance the basterds were friends with, managed to sputter, "W...witch?" "It's only a myth. Besides, he's lost a lot of blood. He's delirious." Wicki chuckled, though he looked back at the agent, "Die Franzosen werden sich um Sie kümmern." 'The French will take care of you.' The day went on as usual. Evening came, and the basterds sat around a fire, eating some Hershey bars as the wind tussled the red leaves of autumn. "So... suppose the patrol did see something out in the woods, and they left the commie behind..." Smitty looked around, hoping for some reassurance. "There's nothing in the goddamn woods, Uti." Hirschberg rolled his eyes, though he held his breath, and turned to the others, "Right?"

Wicki, who loved a good scare, chuckled and shrugged, "I don't know, kid. The Soviet said somethin' about 'dama v belom'. Know what that is?"

They shook their heads. "Lady in white." He smirked, and Hugo muttered, with a slight nod, "Haus Ausel..." referring to an old German myth about a ghostly lady in white. Wicki chuckled, but shook his head dismissively. "He was delirious. There's no such thing as ghosts." "But...we heard the screams. Krauts wouldn't have just left a high stakes prize like a Soviety spy behind like that." Donny shrugged, grumbling with a mouth full of chococlate, "So they saw a wolf or something." Smitty shook his head, "When have you ever seen a fucking wolf around here?" "Well.....fucken..." Donny scrunched up his nose in thought for a moment, then muttered"...just eat some hersheys damn it." Wicki smirked a little, "You afraid of a ghost story, Utivich?" "Wh....no...."

Aldo smirked, catching on, "Well, you ain't been scared till you seen the ghost of Sadie Baker." "Who the hell is that?" Omar rolled his eyes, though...he did love a good ghost story. "Well ain't you a lucky man," Aldo cleared his throat, snorting some tobacco, and then facing the boys, about to make them 'unlucky,' and telling them about Sadie Baker. Omar laughed, "Get the hell outta here." "You got a better one?" Aldo leaned back against a tree with a dismissive smirk, and Omar shrugged, "Better one? Here's a good one: Ghosts aren't real."

Hirschberg shrugged, "Maybe not...but you ever hear of the Jersey Devil?" Omar rolled his eyes, "Oh again with this shit? There is no Jersey Devil!" Donny frowned a little, "You ever hear about somethin' called the wendigo? Now...I'm not sayin' it's real...but that is some scary shit...if you believe in those things.... Which I don't." The night went on, the leaves rattled in the breeze, the yellow moon rose. There was wild screaming in the distance the likes of which they had only heard in chilling radio shows or horror pictures. Wicki and Hugo smirked seeing Smitty jump and look around nervously with every snapping twig and falling lead. They started joking around about the supposed 'lady in white,'. The only one who seemed fully unfazed was Aldo. When asked why, he replied simply, "Down south everything's either built on an Indian burial ground or on a civil war battlefield. This ain't nothin'." Though Utivich was the only visibly frightened basterd, the others were beginning to wonder about the howling in the distance. "Maybe there is a wolf..." "So that explains the screaming?" "If you saw a wolf you wouldn't scream?" "Not like that." Omar smirked, "Hey...isn't there a cemetery around here? Between that last village and the forest?" Smitty narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "You're setting me up, aren't you?" "You think I'd make all this up to get to you? I have other things to do." Omar rolled his eyes, and Hirschberg sighed, "Cemetery's down that way. Southeast." They heard another bone chilling scream, followed by an echoing howl. "It's...uh....just the wind." Hirschberg cleared his throat, crossed his arms, trying to look unbothered. "Hell of a wind," Donny mumbled as he looked up and around. Omar was smirking, poking around as he walked away from the group, "Aldo?" "Yeah?" "Can we go check it out?" Aldo sighed, having just taken off his boots for the night. "Take two of the boys with ya. Come back in an hour. We got a long day ahead of us, and ain't no ghoul out there gon' help us scalp nazis. Got it?" Omar nodded, "Got it. Come on." He grabbed Hirschberg and Utivich. Hirschberg seemed game, being bored out of his mind and not quite tired enough to get to sleep yet. Utivich....well... he stammered "Oh no. No fucking way. Take....take literally anyone but me. Take Hugo or-" Hugo scowled. "Or maybe not....How about Wicki?" Wicki was already laying down, his arms crossed behind his head, and his coat draped over his upper body. He sighed, half yawning, half disinterested, and one hundred percent too old for this shit. "Not tonight, boychik."

"But...but..." Utivich turned to Donny, panic seeping through his wide eyes, "Donny?" Donny was sharpening his knife, "You heard Aldo. We got a big day tomorrow, kid" He smirked, not just because of the big mission, but because he got a kick out of giving Utivich a good scare. Which wasn't very hard to do. "Come on, we're just checking it out." Omar nudged Smitty, who sighed as he dropped his head and followed along. About thirty minutes in, he asked "Are you sure you know where we're going?" Omar turned around, "Look." he sighed, "Ghosts aren't real. You know that." "Yeah but...." "For the last time, Uti, there is no wolf," Hirschberg chuckled and patted Utivich on the back as they kept walking. Omar asked, "What are you scared of anyway? If anyone's out there, they should be scared of us." Smitty chuckled a little, "I guess you're right." "Atta boy, now-" They reached the last few trees, and could see the looming, ancient gates, and the silhouettes of crooked and broken tombs just beyond it beneath the silver moonlight. And just as it came into view, they heard a shrill, guttural scream of a man. "It's uh...coming from the cemetery..." Hrischberg stalled for a moment, and Omar rolled his eyes, pulling them both behind him. "Come on." "You know...in the pictures, it's always one dumbass that gets everyone killed." Omar shook his head with a smirk, "Yeah, well we ain't in the pictures, Hirschberg." Omar pushed open the rusting, dusty, forgotten gates, and stepped in. "Footprints. Ghosts don't leave footprints." He turned around, "And no, a dybbuk wouldn't either." Hirschberg narrowed his eyes, "How do you know..." "We don't have time for this! I'm just saying that w-" There was another scream. "This way..." He seemed a little more hesitant, but still, made his way toward the screams, towing along the other two basterds. The cemetery seemed to go on for miles and miles, almost as if it were endless. "See? Nothing. I told y-" Omar's eyes went wide as he wobbled at the edge of an open grave, "WHOA-" Hirschberg grabbed onto Omar's arms and pulled him to safety. "Alright. That's it, asshole. Let's go home." "Aww you scared of a little wind?" "No." He clenched his jaw, "I just...it don't seem too respectful to be stompin' around these graves." Utivich nodded hastily, "Y-yeah...r...respectful..." "You coulda gotten hurt, Omar. Let's go." Omar sighed, "Just a few more minutes. I wanna see if-" They heard a low, ghastly groan, "Hilfe..." it almost seemed to be begging for mercy. Begging for death itself, "Hilfe!" 'help...' It was German. Omar then peered over the ditch he nearly fell into....and realized it was far deeper than six feet. And it was far from empty. There was a pile of men, bloodied, seeming as if they'd been gutted and torn apart by a wild animal. "Hilfe...." 'Help...' Omar's eyes shot wide, his heart stopped, and his blood went ice cold when he saw one of the bodies reach up with a shaking, bloody, mangled hand, eyes looking directly into Omar's. Hirschberg then peered over, "Holy shit. It's a nazi!" He laughed, putting his hands at his hips as he looked on at the bloody masterpiece. "I-it is?" Utivich felt significantly less scared, as he looked between his friends' shoulders, and saw just that. An endless pile of dead nazis in a seemingly bottomless pit. "It is!" He smiled, though he was still a little uneasy with the idea of being in a cemetery in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. Hirschberg kicked some dirt in, "Wonder what happened." "Who cares." Omar crouched down, wondering what to do next. Killing the nazi was too much mercy...leaving him be meant a small chance that he'd survive and tell someone he saw the basterds. Hirschberg seemed to read his mind. He called out, "English?" The nazi sobbed, "Ja...Yes!" "What happened?" He sputtered, blood trailing out of his mouth, his eyes shifting back and forth as he struggled for a breath of air long enough to speak. "W-woman...." He looked with blank eyes remained unblinking and unresponsivein fear, gasping for breath, "W-white...white dress..." he gulped, "Wolf....attacked..." His mangled arm wrapped around his sliced abdomen. Omar looked back at the other two basterds, "Ok...so he's delirious." "Omar, I don't think-" Smitty peered over, "Are you delirious?" Hirschberg rolled his eyes. "Hey." Omar threw a rock into the pit, but the nazi didn't answer. His wide, yellow eyes glazed over. His mouth dropped open as final streams of blood poured out. His arms fell to the sides. His organs spilled out. "....A wolf could do that..." Hirschberg pointed at the evisceration with a shrug. "Let's go." "Don't you wanna know how the bodies got here? I mean-" Omar loved a good mystery. "Why would a wolf drag bodies to a grave? A spirit can't pull bodies into a ditch. A spirit wouldn't care if all the evidence was found! Someone's gotta be out there." "Or....s-something...." Smitty's hands were shaking as he looked around. Omar rolled his eyes, "For the last time, there is no such thing as ghosts." Hirschberg pushed Omar, "Who cares. It's late. It's way past the hour that Aldo gave us. Leave well enough alone."

"You too, Hirschberg?" "What!" Hirschberg was visibily irritated, and uneasy, mostly because of the pungent smell. He didn't care about the nazis...he cared about being in the middle of a graveyard in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, with the possibility of a wild animal attacking. "You're scared too." Omar grinned smugly. "I'm scared of Aldo knowing we stayed out here for more than an hour on purpose. Sure. Come on, kid." He pulled Smitty along, and Omar sighed, "Fine. Fine, lets go." The three wandered back through the gates in silence, not even commenting on what they found. "Umm...Omar?" Omar sighed in annoyance, "What, Smitty?" "Do you know where we are?" He slowed down, beginning to realize they had been walking for a lot longer than when they left camp. He looked around, suddenly not recognizing anything despite having known this side of the forest like the back of his hand. "Uh..." He practically turned in a circle, squinting, trying to make something out of the dark, vast nothing among the dense trees. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" Hirschberg groaned, more annoyed than scared, as he sunk down on the ground, catching his breath. "What? We can't be that far!" Omar stepped a little further into the woods. "I...think we should stay here till morning." "Oh is someone getting scared?" Omar smirked a little as he glanced back at Smitty. "This isn't fucking funny, Omar. We're lost!" Hirschberg crossed his arms, and Smitty said, "Besides...even if there's nothing out here, it's fucking cold." "Then let's keep moving." Smitty shook his head, "No."

Hirschberg knew Omar wouldn't stop.. As much as he hated the idea, he couldn't let Omar go on his own. "Fine." Smitty definitely couldn't handle being alone, so he quickly followed. After what seemed like a thousand years, Omar stopped to catch his breath, finally conceding, "Ok...so we're lost." "Fucking knew it." Smitty looked out into the darkness, whispering under his breath, "lost..." Omar and Hirschberg stood beside each other, looking up at the towering trees.Suddenly, they both felt a heavy, iron grip grab at their shoulders, and pull them back. Both of them screamed at the top of their lungs. "What part of 'one hour' and 'big fucken day tomorrow' did you not fucken understand?!" Their hearts eased, and the color came back to their cheeks when they turned and saw it had been Donny who snuck up on them. "Oh fuck...." Omar rested his hand over his racing heart, "Ok..." he took a deep breath, "Ok..." Donny saw how pale they were. Smitty suddenly hugged him. He'd always been like a younger brother to Donny, though Donny found the hug odd as it seemingly came out of the blue. "You uh...you alright, kid?" Smitty looked up at him, and said about a million words in half a minute, none of which were understood by Donny. "I'll take that as a no?" Donny then glared at Omar and Hirschberg ,"What'd you do to the kid?" Donny knew it was a sort of favorite past time among the basterds to scare Smitty, but this seemed to have gone too far. "Nothing!" Before Donny could respond, they heard a howling sound. It wasn't the wind because there was no wind. And it wasn't a distant figment of their imagination. They all heard it....and it was close. "Can we please get back to camp for the love of- They heard snarling and growling as if they were surrounded by a single creature. The four basterds stood back to back, keeping their eyes ahead of them. A pair of glowing, pale, yellow eyes appeared in the underbrush. "oh shit..." Donny's heart skipped as he fumbled with his gun, trying to load it. Just before he could, they all heard a distant, bubbly, almost innocent laugh. Smitty's hands shook almost as violently as his voice when he raised his finger, pointing at something behind the wolf's eyes, "Wh-what the fuck is that!" It was a white silhouette, barely within sight.

He shut his eyes, and as if in response, there was a whistle. The snarling stopped, and was instead replaced with a whine, and the sound of retreating paws. The figure was gone, along with the glowing eyes. Donny still had his gun aimed at the now vacant forest. He didn't dare look away yet. He did ask one thing. "You...you wanna run that story by me again, Smitty?" ***** Aldo didn't believe a word of it. Neither did Wicki, or Hugo. After their mission, they went back to the cemetery with the younger basterds. Aldo joked as they stepped through the gates, "Whatever it is, it's making our jobs a hell of a lot easier." "There." Omar pointed to. The rest of the basterds huddled around it....a patch of dirt... "I swear it was right here." Hirschberg and Smitty looked on in shock. There was dirt where there were bodies the night before. Wicki shrugged, "You dragged us all the way out here...for an unmarked grave?" Hirschberg picked up a handful of soil, letting it sift through his fingers, "Why is it so fresh?" Smitty nodded, "Yeah...it looks like it was just dug." Hugo grunted "Maybe because we're in a cemetery." Donny shook his head, "No. We saw something." He was so adamant, it made Aldo pause for a moment. Donny had never lied to him before, why would he now? "Alright." Just as the basterds were beginning to push dirt aside, they heard an old, creaking voice that nearly stopped the hearts of the younger basterds. " Puis-je vous aider?" 'Can I help you?' Omar, Smitty, and Hirschberg immediately held on to each other. Aldo rolled his eyes. It was an old man in worker's clothes, and was presumably the graveyard's care taker. The old man repeated again, "Puis-je vous aider?" In broken French, Wicki and Hugo pieced together a story: The kids heard a ghost story in town, and they'd all leave and stop bothering him. Instead, the caretaker invited them all to his house, seeing as though they might be hungry. Smitty shook his head, "Creepy old man in a creepy cemetery with a creepier house..." Aldo, being a southerner, and therefore literate in the art of hospitality, knew it was rude to say no. "Just cause he's old, and we're surrounded by dead people don't mean you get to be rude. Ya did break into the man's property, after all." And with that, the basterds followed the old man through the cemetery to another gate, newer...and less creaky, behind which there was an open space, and a small cottage, with a fresh coat of paint in whatever spots weren't covered with bright bougainvillea. It seemed so out of place, so charming, almost enchanted. It didn't seem to belong there, like an oasis in the middle of a barren desert, but boy was it a sight for sore eyes for the tired basterds The old man apologized, as all he had to offer the brave basterds was some stale bread and water. Rations had been cut in half in the village. He sighed with a smile, though. "She'll be home any minute with more." Wicki asked, "She? " The heavy wooden door opened with a slight creak, and in appeared a figure in a deep green dress, with a basket, "Je suis de retour, papa!" you announced your return, and just as you stepped in, you spotted the crowd of strangers. "Visiteurs?" 'Visitors' you asked, seeming a little uneasy, unable to identify their allegiance. 'Soldats américains,' He explained with a hearty laugh, "american soldiers" with pure joy in his eyes and all the hope an old man could have. Wicki began to explain, "Well..." Hugo waved it off dismissively. Your dad explained that the younger basterds had heard some scary story around the town, and had come by to investigate. You laughed, though nervously...it sounded familiar to at least one Basterd. Smitty mumbled, "It's you..." Donny instantly caught on. He nudged Smitty, "Shut up." Aldo introduced himself, and each of his basterds to you. You nodded with a simple innocent smile, and introduced yourself, as shortly as possible, "Y/n." Aldo nodded, "Pleased to meet you, Y/n..." He turned to Smitty, "Utivich, why don't you go on and help Y/n." "I....ok..." You forced a polite smile to keep up appearances, and he followed you into the kitchen to put away what you'd brought. You were both quiet for a moment, though at one moment, you both looked at each other. You spoke at the same time saying, "I know who you are." You both raised your eyebrows, stepping back in shock, and again on the same beat, quipped, "No you don't!" "Quit it!" You put the tea kettle on, and arranged some cakes you'd brought into a tray, remarking, "You're a basterd." He raised his eyebrow with a smirk, as he leaned against a cupboard, "And you're a ghost." You rolled your eyes, "Really?" You tapped on your left forearm, "I think I know a dead person when I see one, soldier boy. And you should, too." He was quiet as you turned around to pour the boiling water into cups. You sighed reluctantly, "Sorry....that was mean," You sighed sighed again, "Things have been so..." He nodded, having seen the decimated, occupied village himself not too long ago. "I know everything." You looked at him, "You know nothing of hell." You stepped outside through the back door, into a peaceful meadow, seeming even more out of place than the cottage itself, and he followed, "I saw you." "I don't know what you're talking about." "The lady in white bullshit everyone's talking about. Killer wolf. Unmarked grave with a stack of dead nazis in it? I-" You turned around, "Do you see me wearing white? Don't you see endless graves around here? And killer wolf? Here? That's absolutely ridicu-" You both heard a whining.... You shut your eyes, and sighed, and muttered through gritted teeth, "Pais maintenant, Brouillard..." 'Not now, Brouillard...' Smitty saw a greyish-white wolf standing by your side, "No wolf, huh?" "He's not a wolf," you crossed your arms defensively. Smitty looked at you, absolutely puzzled for a moment, and you muttered, giving up. "He's a wolf-dog." "So it was you." "You're lucky you weren't here a few nights too soon, or Brouillard would've howled, and papa would have shot you down." "Your dad? That sweet little old man?" You chuckled with an understanding smile, "It doesn't seem like it, but he takes his job real serious. And well... last night of course you know Brouillard wasn't here to warn him about your little...uh...escapade... We had our hands full." "Does he know?" Smitty spoke softly now, looking at you with wide eyes. "No. And..." You smirked a little, "Let's keep it that way." He nodded, and you stepped back inside, reaching for the tray with cakes as he took the tray with tea, "Wait..." You glanced back, "Yes, private?" "Why?" "Why?"

"I mean...thank you for the help and all, but...why you?" You sighed, putting the tray back down on the counter. "Let me show you something..." You pulled him back outside, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw the wolf again. Brouillard trotted up and rubbed his head on Smitty's leg, as you laughed, "Go ahead." Smitty smiled, and patted Brouillard on the head, commenting, "Your laugh is a lot less ominous now....I mean...I...uh..." You laughed again, taking no offense, as you reached for the young soldier's arm, "Come on." You climbed up a trellis hidden by the vines, and sturdy enough to hold you. You popped into the second floor, and peeked over the window, "You won't fall, I promise!" Smitty nodded, trusting you for reasons he'd figure some day. You helped him in, and he looked around, immediately blushing realizing it was your bedroom. "Ummm..." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, and chuckled, "No one's going to come up. It's the only room up here." You still peeked into the hallway and half down the stairs before slowly shutting the door, and then the window, and closing the curtains. "Y/n....I hate to say this...but I-I think y-you, this is a misunderstanding! I-I don't want to- I mean you're gorgous but. Fuck! I mean-" You opened a dresser, produced a long, lovely, lace and pearl dress, and laid it over the bed. He stopped stammering, and was more intrigued than embarrassed now. He spotted the ragged, torn bottom, with leaves and twigs etched into the lace. "It's a wedding dress." He looked up at you with a sly smirk, "Impressive...Nice disguise." "It was my wedding dress." You sighed, as your fingertips brushed over pearl buttons. Smitty caught his breath, knowing there were a million things that could have led to this: Number one: Widowed by the war But he was wrong... And when he heard the truth he wished he had been right. "No." You smiled a little, "I was happy here. We all were. Then the nazis came." You held the dress up, "One of them, a sergeant... He saw me, and demanded I marry him, or he'd never stop terrorizing the town." "Y/n..." He shook his head, heart broken by the extent that war could go. "The night before the wedding," You turned to him, with the glint of a grin hidden behind your eyes as they wandered over the lace, "He was in the pub, and I knew it. I knew where he'd be. I knew where he would go. And..well, people here are very superstitious. Everyone knows these old myths. Especially in small, isolated places like this. So, naturally, if a...say....vengeful spirit appeared when the town was disturbed, no villager would really say it was fake. They wouldn't dare." "You killed him?" Smitty was grinning a little, as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Me?" You smirked, pleating the white dress against your chest, tracing the details with your finger, "I simply lured him into the forest." "You?" "Well," You shrugged, "You know what they say. It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding." His jaw dropped, both in awe and in shock. "Now, it looked complicated, but Brouillard is a watch-dog...wolf-dog. Very protective. But, it's also not uncommon to spot wolves around here every few years. So naturally, have him howl around a little for a week or so before the deed, and people think it's just one of those wild lone wolves wandering in the woods. So...when a nazi turned up mauled in the woods, well, c'est la vie." "It was that easy?" "Easy?" You scoffed, "It was messy. But...there was no blame. Oh, no. Just what a tragedy before a wedding. Killed by a wolf, well, no one's to blame but his drunken self... Now, when his mates refused to leave town, a little more luring and a few more unpredictable wolf attacks meant the town was free. Well..." "Till more nazis showed up?" "Well...the people seem to understand that wandering the forest late at night might not be the best idea. Naturally the new nazis always want to be the one to solve the mystery of their missing soldiers, they want to get a prize.... So the nazis have no problem ending up at say, the wrong place at the wrong time. Still, Brouillard is a lone wolf. He can't get to each and every one of them so quickly, so, a few have gotten away having spotted a 'lady in white,' But, as of last night, the town is free of nazis. And when the next patrol arrives, I'll be here, waiting." You sighed, placing the dress back into the dresser. "I never would've....This..This is fucking amazing! How have you not been caught?" "The last place anyone would look for a dead body is in a graveyard," you smirked as you sat by him. "You're fucking brilliant..." "Well...I don't know if I'd say 'brilliant,' but...." You stammered a little, tilting your head down, though you now shyly glanced up. You opened the curtains and the window, and stood there for a while. You felt him standing by you. You both looked out at the endless graves, and he asked, "Do you ever feel scared by that?" "Scared?" You shook your head, though your eyes didn't part from the cemetery bathed in the falling red light of sunset. "I think it's peaceful...Though, maybe a little lonely at times." Your shy glance met his timid eyes, and you both smiled softly. In only a moment, you both began leaning in for a kiss, before sneaking back down to the garden, and back to the kitchen.

**** The basterds were walking back to their camp out in the woods, and Donny smirked, "So, Uti...." "What? Yeah?" Utivich snapped out of a trance where he was smiling dreamily at nothing. Donny raised his voice up a few pitches, "YoUr LaUgH is LesS ominous..." "Fuck. You." Utivich blushed as the basterds cackled, and Aldo sighed with a smile, "So? What'd she say?" Utivich sighed and explained the whole story. Aldo nodded, "Well...I'll be damned." Omar grinned, "Ha! No ghost." Hirschberg nodded, "No...but that's one hell of a girl..."

For as long as the basterds hid out in that part of the woods, a year or so, Smitty snuck off alone into the woods late at night, no longer scared of howls or shadows. Where he went....well it didn't take a genius to figure it out. All it took was a minute of bravery to run through the graveyard, luck to not trip over any crooked tombs, and a good grip to climb up to your open window. When the inevitable day came for the basterds to move on, Smitty went back into the woods one last time. This time, he didn't run through the cemetery. He took his time... He'd take his time for once. He walked around to the back of the small cottage that didn't seem to belong, and found a dim, orange glow in the second story. He climbed up carefully after petting Brouillard once more, and bribing him with some dried meat so he wouldn't blow his cover with whines. You heard the familiar shuffling and rustling. You smiled, as you met him with an open window, and a kiss. He couldn't stay much longer, though you knew the day would come. So when the night was over, the dark blue sky began to give way to a new day and mission, he was off to a town in the other side of occupied France called Nadine, about thirty kilometres from Paris, to meet a British contact. Smitty said goodbye to you... But not before swearing he'd come back some day, when the war was over. You watched, as you sat by the window, as the basterd disappeared beyond the forest, as the moon faded and the sun rose. You smiled softly, knowing he'd be back. And, you'd heard that patrols in the area would be discontinued until an investigation gave an answer as to what lurked in the woods... So, as you wondered about the end of the war, you put the dress away with a soft, and relieved smile. You knew he'd be back...and when he was, you knew just what to do. Maybe the dress needed some mending....maybe a new one was in order... But, he'd be back. And when he was, you'd leave the window open and the candle on just for him.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven

CHRIS

A couple of weeks had gone by since I promised myself I’d give Tae some space. It was disappointing that she’d only hit me up once since then, especially after I revealed so much to her the last time she was here. I really opened up to her in hopes of gaining her trust, maybe that’s why I’ve been buggin. Without her conversation, it’s hard to keep my mind off of Robyn. The last time I saw Robyn, she not only looked like a stranger, but she treated me like one too. Between her and Tae, my heart was torn and it was all too much to deal with.

Every time I felt myself getting in my feelings, I’d hit the studio, blast some music, and paint. It was like having a therapy session, which is how I was spending my Friday afternoon. I was in my zone, finishing up my third project this week when Taylor called, inviting me to go riding with him.

“Hell yeah! I had fun last time, but I wanna take it out where I can really put some gas to it.” I suggested, jumping at the chance to borrow his motorcycle again.

“Alright, I got you. I know just the place.” he promised, before we hung up. I finished the painting I was working on and stepped back to look at the finished product.

Diamond always gave the cutest pouty face when I wasn’t moving fast enough for her. I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I put it in paint. I snapped a picture of it and sent it to Tae before leaving, hoping that would put me on her mind.

“This chick wants me to meet her at the A for some drinks” Taylor announced when I got to his place.

“When ya’ll planning on doing that?”

“Right now, I told her 8. ″

“Then why you ask me to ride with you?” I asked, noticing it was fifteen til. “I’m not trying to be the third wheel”

“You won’t be. She’s bringing her roommate, so I told her I’d bring my brother” he added, with a smirk.

“I’m not going on a double date with you man, you know I got a girl.”

“It ain’t a date, unless you want it to be. I know that long distance shit ain’t gonna last too long.”

“Shut up fool. As long as you don’t get me in no shit, it’ll last as long as I want it to.”

“We’re just gonna hang for a bit, then take em on a ride. The ladies love that shit and I’m tryna get some ass tonight.”

“Well I’m not-”

“-Stop being a tight fuck. It ain’t all about them, come chill with ya bro.”

“Alright man, but don’t be mad if they both feeling me and you end up coming home empty handed” I teased as he tossed me the keys to his Harley.

We arrived twenty minutes later than expected due to traffic, but the girls still hadn’t made it. We found a spot at the bar, ordered a couple of beers, and watched the Saints play the Falcons while we waited.

“It’s looking like you got stood up lil bro” I stated when I noticed it was nine and still no sign of the chick he described.

“There she goes” he nodded towards the door when a familiar, dark skinned woman walked in. “She bad ain’t she?”

“Oh, hell naw. I heard this bitch was fuckin with Anthony a couple of weeks ago. You need to be caref-”

“Fuck Anthony. That’s yo homeboy. Besides, I’m always careful.” he stated, gulping down the rest of his beer before standing to greet Kiki.

“Small world. I would’ve never guessed y'all were brothers. Ryan gonna be shocked as fuck.” she cackled, getting comfortable next to Taylor as Ryan walked in. She was on the phone, eyes fixated on Kiki as she strutted past a couple of guys checking her out. She didn’t even notice me until she ended her call, a couple feet in front of me.

“Hey” she smiled, surprised to see me. “When Kiki told me she set me up on a blind date I was nervous as hell”

“Oh, this ain’t that.” I explained, tossing back the rest of my beer. She rolled her eyes at my bluntness and sat on the stool in between me and Kiki.

“Obviously, you shut that shit down already. I’m just glad you’re not some fucking weirdo.” she admitted and I couldn’t help but burst out in laughter.

“I see ya’ll are on good terms again” I nodded towards Kiki, who was cheesing like a schoolgirl while Taylor whispered in her ear. “I’m glad I didn’t get involved in that”

“Yeah, it didn’t take long for Anthony to hop on the next bitch” she shrugged nonchalantly. “How do you even know him? He doesn’t seem like someone you would associate with.”

“Shit, we go way back. He’s changed for the worse, that’s for damn sure. ”

“Well, at least one good thing came from him”

“What’s that?”

“He’s got some good connects. He introduced me to a DJ who’s been working with me on a couple of songs, even helped me land a couple of gigs when we were on good terms.”

“Good. Sounds like things are looking up for you.”

“You have no idea. I’ve been crazy busy. Matter of fact, I’m performing for this charity event in a few weeks, you should come.”

“Oh yeah? Send me the info. This is a crazy time for me too, but I should be able to work it in”

“Alright, but let me know either way. Don’t just leave me hanging.” she replied, before getting the bartender’s attention. They ordered margaritas and we settled on one more beer while we watched a little more of the football game. I wasn’t interested in the game, or getting drunk. I was ready for the adrenaline rush from flying through traffic, so after the ladies finished their drinks, we hit the road.

It didn’t take long for me to regret agreeing to do this with the girls. I’ve been abstinent for a solid five months now, and I haven’t seen Tae in over a month. Having Ryan’s double D’s on my back and arms wrapped around my waist had my man standing tall. I did my best to keep it to myself, but she got a couple of feels in.

Nevertheless, we rode across the Pacific Coast Highway to the infamous Neptune’s net, where we hung out for a little while, had dinner, and smoked a blunt by the beach, before heading back to the city. That’s when I realized those couple of feels weren’t an accident, they were intentional. I don’t know if it was because she was tipsy, but Ryan couldn’t keep her hands to herself. I was cool about it the first time, but then she slipped her hands in my pants while I was driving, and I damn near wrecked trying to pull over.

"If you want to make it home without having to find another way, you gonna have to keep your hands above my waist”

“Were you feeling violated? Because it looks like you were enjoying it.”

“Fuck that. I’m tryna keep shit platonic between us, but if you can’t handle that we can’t do this anymore. I’ll find you a ride, but I’m not doing this with you”

“Fine. I’ll stop.” she stated, throwing her hands up in defeat. She behaved the rest of the ride, but when we made it to her place, she invited me in and was offended when I quickly declined.

“Well, you know where I am if you wanna talk or whatever” she stated before sashaying towards her front door. The deep ass swing in her hips made it evident she wanted more than a conversation.

I waited as she dug in her purse, searching for her keys until she gave up and made a call. By the look on her face as she walked towards me, I knew bad news was coming.

“Kiki has my house key and she’s not answering. Is it cool if I stay at your place tonight?”

“You gotta be kidding” I sighed in disbelief. “Ya’ll set this shit up huh?”

“Really? Don’t flatter yourself. A simple yea or no will do” she sassed, almost tripping over her own foot.

“What other choice do we have? Let’s go” I shrugged, handing her the helmet back. She was fucked up and I didn’t want to be here all night waiting for a damn key, so I decided we’d deal with it tomorrow.

ROBYN

“I can’t believe I’m doing this”

“It looks great and it’s almost done, no need to fuss now” I reassured Mel as I wrapped my arms around her for comfort.

Today I finally went through with covering the matching tattoo Chris and I’d gotten a couple of years ago on some drunk on love shit. Halfway through, I almost chickened out, so Mel made me a deal. She said she was done with tattoos before, but if I went through with this one, she’d get one of my choice blindfolded. So here we were, both with swollen hands, only mine was three times the size of hers.

“Alright, ya’ll know the drill. Keep it clean and dry.” BB, my tattoo artist, stated once he finished her design. “and you really need to baby yours Robyn, here’s some extra ointment. It should help with the pain too.”

“Awww shit! This is dope!” Mel grinned after uncovering her eyes. Capturing moments was inked flawlessly in script on the side of her left hand.The moment we were settled in the back seat of John’s ride, she snapped a pic and sent it to J.

“I’m obsessed! Girl, fucking with you, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it’s perfect. You did good”

“Give jack he jacket! You know I don’t do you dirty!” I teased, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah, but you been wilding ever since that shit with Chris and Dre.”

“Bitch, you not even supposed to be saying the C word” I snapped, narrowing my eyes at her.

“Speaking of Chr- I mean C. Has he reached out to you since?” she continued, ignoring my annoyance.

“No. I guess I scared the shit outta him when I mentioned the police, but Aundre’s ass won’t stop calling”

“So you’re not talking to him either?”

“Nope. I’m taking your advice and leaving both of they asses alone.“

“We’ll see how long that lasts” she snickered, rolling her eyes, as if she knew I was to weak to go through with it. I hated when she did that.

“Don’t do that.’

"What”

“Don’t play dumb. I’m sick of that shit.”

“Chill out, it ain’t that serious”

“I am serious Mel. Don’t shoot me down like that. Not everybody got they life figured out by 24.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She quizzed, shaking her head. “I’m still figuring this shit out too. Everything ain’t smooth sailing over here either.”

“I find that hard to believe.” I scoffed, crossing my arms and wincing from the pain of brushing my freshly tatted hand against my clothes.

“I don’t complain all the time and I don’t wear that shit on my sleeve, but yeah Rob, I be going through some shit too.”

“Like?”

“Like my husband working seventy hour weeks and my married boss flirting and making passes at me all the fucking time”

“Michael?”

“Yeah, anytime we’re alone together he gets a little too close and happens to accidentally brush up against me the wrong way or says something sexually cryptic ”

“You lying! He’s fine as hell, but don’t fuck around with a married man. Matter of fact, you should just leave that job. These things always end up ugly”

“I’m not stupid, but I’m not leaving my job either.”

“Why not?”

“The amount of money I’m making with him is crazy, I ain’t gonna get that anywhere else.”

“Girl please, you have J. Who cares about the money? It ain’t worth the money, you need to quit”

“Easy for you to say. I’'m finally making good money and I’m not ready to let it go. Over a couple of ass grabs? Naw, imma milk this cow. Maybe I’ll be able to open my own shit one day.”

“Well all I gotta say is don’t slip up and lose ya husband over nothing stupid.”

“I would never jeopardize my marriage. J has made me a better person in so many ways, I’d be stupid to fuck up something this good. ”

“Fi true” I agreed, before John Legend’s All of Me started blaring from her phone.

“This my baby calling now” she gasped, a smile creeping across her face as she answered in her sexy voice. I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous as they flirted back and forth. I had to turn my attention to the starry sky in order to successfully tune her out. Instead of obsessing over my own sad love life, I looked for constellations while reminding myself of all the frogs she had to kiss in order to find her prince.

CHRIS

“CHRIS WHAT THE FUCK!” Tae’s unmistakable voice pierced my ears, snatching me from dreamland. It took a minute for it to register that she was standing right in front of me. Then I realized why she was screaming.

“Get up Ry-” I attempted to wake Ryan’s drunk ass up, but she was out cold. We passed out sitting up on the sofa watching Rush Hour, I don’t know how her head ended up on my lap. It may have looked a little bad, but Tae was definitely exaggerating.

“SO THIS IS WHAT YOU REALLY DO WHEN YOUR BY YOURSELF! I KNEW IT. YOU’RE A LIAR! ”

“BABE!” I yelled over her to get her attention. “You buggin. We’re fully clothed. Nothing happened.”

“And that makes this okay? Your fucking ex is laying in your lap!” Lose my number!” she screamed throwing my key at me and running out the house.

My mind was yelling for me to run after her, but my legs wouldn’t move. Is that really all it took for her to walk out on me again? If so, what is the point of this long distance shit? What was she even doing in Cali? I haven’t talked to her in days and she just randomly shows up to act like this. I had so many questions, but at the same time, I didn’t care for a single answer. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders as I realized something. I’m single again.

#rihanna #chris brown #ff #fanfiction #fanfic

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sugarbooger513 · 4 years ago

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Mic facepalms and lets out a sigh. "She's just checking on him, Joke. She took care of his band-" "She could just, ya know, keep her hands to herself. She doesn't know him." Jasper stands, smiling at Aizawa sweetly. Still, he can tell what she means by smiling like that. Joke doesn't want to open that can of worms. He should tell Jasper not to blow up at his girlfriend, but he really.. doesn't care? "Look, ma'am," Jasper wipes her hands on her leggings, "I don't know if you got the memo or not, but I have a girlfriend of my own. Trust me, I don't want your boyfriend. I'm just being-" "Too into him? Yeah you are." Mic walks over to Jasper, slinging his arm across her shoulders. "Look, Joke, Jasper is my friend. You need to respect her." Joke rolls her seafoam colored eyes before turning to Lilith. "Oh, another woman? You have explaining to do, Aizawa." "Excuse me, bitch, but Eraserhead was my fucking teacher. I'm sorry you're that insecure, but-" "Chill out, Lilith." Lilith bites her lip at Jasper's words. "Mic, I'm your best friend's girlfriend. You know I don't like him hanging out with other women if I'm not here." Mic tightens his hold of Jasper's shoulders, but she doesn't stop him. Something about the look in his eyes worries her. He wants to snap, to tell her to fuck off, but he doesn't. He doesn't want to put Aizawa in the middle of that. It isn't fair to him. Thankfully, Aizawa finally speaks up. "Joke, don't be like that. Mic doesn't owe you anything because you're my girlfriend." She glares absolute daggers at her boyfriend. "Anyways," he ignores her stare, "Jasper is my new coworker. She was nice enough to care about my injury and help take the bandages off. I made an idiotic mistake and used my quirk, so it worried her when I was in pain." "She had her hands on your face, Aizawa." Lilith snorts. "Yes, and now Mic has his arm around her. Clearly they're going to fuck later. Tell me, does hand holding also lead to pregnancy?" Aizawa can't help but smirk a little at her smartass attitude. Clearly, she hasn't changed much since she graduated. "I should leave, I guess. I seem to be causing trouble by being here." "Don't let her run you off, Jasper," Aizawa quickly speaks, "you're staff here." She smiles and watches as he stands finally from his seat. Man, even slouching he's pretty tall. "No, it's fine. Will the students have classes tomorrow?" Mic shakes his head. "They get the week off to recover from the festival, but teachers still come in to work." "Then I'll see the two of you tomorrow, okay?" Mic nods and wraps Jasper in a tight hug. She ends up burying her face into the cool leather of his jacket for a second. When she pulls away, she holds her hand out to Aizawa. "It's nice getting to reconnect with you, Aizawa." He grips her hand and smiles slightly. "Back at you, Jasper." Despite Joke's stares, she makes a last second decision to give him a hug. He freezes, stunned at her actions, but doesn't push her off. Instead, he pats her back softly with one hand and meet's Joke's eyes as he does it. He'll hear about this later, but it's not like he isn't used to it. Jasper gives her old and new friends each a smile before pulling Lilith out the door with her. Joke has the nerve to give her a small push, which Aizawa notices. "Joke, don't be a bitch." Lilith pulls her mask back over her head with a sigh. "I don't like her." "Me either, but Aizawa is dating her. I need to respect her wishes." Lilith gives her friend a shove. "No, you don't. She isn't your friend." "But-" "Aizawa didn't tell you to leave. If I remember correctly, he told you not to leave. You need to respect your friend's wishes." Jasper smiles a bit at that. She does have a point, but still. She doesn't want to seem rude. Once the two of them make it to their shared apartment, Lilith's phone starts to ring. While she answers it, Jasper takes the key from her to unlock the door. "Tenya? Wooah, kid, calm- he what?! Look, I'm on my way! I have to change out of my hero costume and I'll catch a bus!" She hangs up and practically knocks Jasper over from rushing inside. "Hey," Jasper shuts their front door and hangs the keys, "what the hell is going on?" When Lilith doesn't answer, she takes a moment to grab their emergency box down from the cabinets. Her roommate rushes into the living room, now in a pair of jeans and black shirt. When she starts to frantically put on mismatching shoes, Jasper steps in. "Woah, Lils, calm down for a second. Look, what-" "I-Ingenium.. he's in the hospital.." "The hospital?" She nods, finally grabbing the correct left boot. "T-the Hero Killer.. he got him.. and they don't know if.." Finally, the tears flow down Lilith's face, and Jasper is quick to wrap her in a tight hug. "Shhh.. it's all okay. Look, let me get you the money out of the emergency budget." "I-I only need-" "I know. Whatever you don't use, give it to his family. They need it more than we do." Jasper quickly starts counting the money they have put away. It's way more than she needs for bus fare there and back, but they should help out Ingenium's family as much as possible right now. "Here. Just make sure his mom gets what is left over. Maybe take Tenya out to eat and make him feel.. better." Lilith nods before giving Jasper one last hug. She has her phone pulled out to call Tenya before she even gets the door shut. Jasper locks the front door once she's gone and lets out a sigh. 'I guess I'm alone tonight.. unless Mirko wants to come over'. She quickly pulls her phone out and video calls her girlfriend. It takes about three rings for the pro hero to answer the phone. Her crimson eyes make Jasper feel like nothing in the world is wrong. "Hey, Jas. What do you need?" "Nothing. I just.. today has been something else, Rumi." "Tell me about it, bunny." She smiles at the sweet nickname. "Well, I started that job at UA today-" "Waiiit," her girlfriend cuts her off, "you were really serious about that job?" "What made you think I wasn't serious?" And this is where their relationship troubles have begun. Rumi didn't want Jasper to accept the job because she would have to put hero work on the side for it, but Jasper enjoys working with Pro Heroes in the making more than she enjoys working with the already licensed ones. "I don't know. I just thought you enjoyed working with me, is all." Ah, she knows Rumi's smartass tone all too well. "Rumi, love, I adore working with you, but these kids need more heroes to protect them. I'm putting them over anything else, now. I'm happy with my-" "Uh huh, whatever. What else happened?" Well, that was rude. "Umm.. nothing, really. Lilith had to leave for an emergency, so I'm alone for the night." "Aww, I'm sorry, Jasper." 'Did she really just call me by my first name?' "Yeah.. you wanna-" "I would, totally, but I'm hanging out with Hawks in like, ten minutes." Jasper nods understandingly. "That's okay, Rumi, I just thought I would ask. I might go.. umm.. stay with my dads." "You do that. I'm gonna hang up. Bye, Jasper." "Oh, okay. I love-" The call ends before she can finish her sentence. Man, she's really pissed about the new job thing. Jasper finds herself dialing a familiar number before she can think too much about it. She places it on speaker and sets it in her kitchen counter while she puts up a few dishes. "Hey, pumpkin. How was your first day?" Jasper smiles brightly. "Papa? I called dad, not you." "Yeah, but he's taking a shit." "Without his phone?" "I think he has his Switch in there, instead. He's still obsessed with Animal Crossing. Anyways, answer my damn question, girlie." She giggles at her Papa's playful tone. She can just picture his clean shaven face and bright, honey colored eyes. "It was okay. I almost destroyed a jealous girlfriend's ego, though." "Ooooh. I'm making tea for this conversation." "Actually," Jasper sighs and places a cup in the cabinet, "can.. can one of you pick me up? I.. I want to stay the night. Lilith isn't going to be here for the night." Her Papa suddenly chokes on whatever he was drinking, which was probably actual tea. "She isn't? Will Rumi not be there either?" "Umm.. I'll tell you about it if y'all are able to get me. I just don't want this to be talked about over the phone." "Of course, Pumpkin. I'm going to tell your dad and I'll be there in about fifteen minutes or so, okay?" "Okay, papa..I love you." "I love you so much more, Pumpkin." She hangs the phone up with a smile. Her dads have always been there for every little thing. She was picked on a lot as a kid for being the girl with the gay dads, but she never let it get to her. She was only a few months old when they adopted her. Originally, they wanted a child who was quirkless, but her Papa always says that they saw something special when they saw her. She's from Germany, and has no recollection of her birth parents, but it doesn't bother her. She had an amazing childhood. She went to pride parades and such with her dads all the time. When she told them that she was dating Rumi, they were ecstatic. She never had to hide herself from them. Even when she told them about her wanting to become a hero, they supported her. They spent tons of money and time putting her through martial arts training and they even paid Midnight for training her. She glances up at the clock in the kitchen, quickly deciding that she should pack some clothes to take to her dads' house. However, when she gets in her bedroom, her phone starts to ring. "Hey, I was putting up dishes. There's a key in the cactus pot." "Gotcha." She hangs up and starts searching her drawers for some clothes. The front door opens and closes, and before she knows it there's a knock at her bedroom door. "Are you decent, pumpkin?" "Yeah, Papa." As soon as he opens the door, she flings herself into his loving embrace. He frowns at the obvious frustration in his daughter's eyes, but only wraps her in a hug. "Sorry.. it has been a hell of a day.." "No, I get it. Trust me. Get your clothes because Dad is working on dinner right now." "Really? What is he making?" Papa chuckles lightly. "What does he always make when you want a night at home?" Jasper laughs at the dramatic sigh in Papa's voice. "Shepherd's pie, I know. I can't help it, papa. It's good." "It is really good, isn't it?" The two of them share a matching grin. Once she has her bag packed, her and papa head out of the apartment, making sure to lock it up behind them. "So," Papa sticks his key into the old car of his with a sigh, "Rumi just.. didn't want to stay the night with you or something?" "Like I said," Jasper starts to play with her thumbs nervously, "I want to talk to you and dad about it. I'm.. at a loss right now." "Okay, Pumpkin. Did you see Midnight today?" "No, but you wanna know who I work with now?" "Of course I do." "Present Freaking Mic." Papa laughs at that. He remembers how excited Jasper was the first time she worked with him. "He still calls you baby, doesn't he?" "Of course he does. He still flirts playfully with me, too." "Cute." Jasper looks out the window with a smile. She's grateful she can tell her dads literally anything without the fear of being judged. Once they pull into the driveway, Jasper's dad comes out of the house to wave at them. So, here's the comparison of her parents. Papa is sort of short, about 5'8" or so with no facial hair, neat black hair that is kept relatively short, and the kindest honey colored eyes that she has ever seen. Dad is about 6'3" with wavy, ginger hair that he keeps in a man bun, a full beard to match, piercing green eyes, and tattoos all over his muscular build. However, she always tells people that, despite how he looks, dad is the easy going parent. "Oh my god," Papa starts laughing, "he's wearing the bright ass pink apron you got him for Christmas." "He looks dashing in it, Papa." They both get out of the car. It doesn't take long for dad to scoop his daughter into his large arms. "D-Dad! I'm not seven anymore!" "I know, but you're just so damn small. Have you grown since then?" She smacks his chest, making him let out a loud laugh. "John, honey, you.. you look pretty gay." Papa can't help himself. It's too grand of an opportunity. "Oh, damn Carson, I never thought a gay ass man could look gay! Get in the house before I shove my foot up your narrow ass." Jasper laughs at their playful banter before going into the house herself. A sniff at her leg makes her smile. The old German Shepherd, Daisy, lets out a happy whine when Jasper kneels down to hug her around her fluffy neck. "Hey, Daisy Mae. How are you, you pretty thing?" Her parents ended up adopting Daisy when she was around fifteen. Daisy was only a year old, but was being used to have puppies in a puppy mill. Back then, she only knew concrete floors and cages, but now she only knows warm beds and cute clothes. Dad and Papa finally come into the house, both smiling when they see Jasper and Daisy holding each other close. "She misses you being here, Jas." "I know, dad, but I'm twenty-five, a big girl, and I have a full time job.. now.." She trails her sentence off, suddenly remembering what made her so upset earlier. Rumi. "Let me go get dinner out of the oven and we'll talk. You want to help Papa set the table?" "Of course, dad. Come on, Papa." "Right behind you, Pumpkin." The two set the table in a comfortable silence. Once dad brings the food into the kitchen and the three get settled, Papa breaks that silence. "So, what's going on with you Pumpkin? You were so excited to work at UA... and now something seems off." Jasper takes a slow bite of her food, focusing for only a second on the nostalgia of the taste. "Yeah.. Rumi just isn't happy I took the job." "Wait," Dad raises a concerned eyebrow, "why wouldn't she be happy?" "Because I'm putting hero work on the side to work with these kids, but.. isn't that better for me?" Jasper tightens the grip on her fork with a sigh. Papa slides her an unopened cola, which make her laugh a bit. He always keeps her favorite things stocked as if she still lives with them. "Jas," Dad sighs, "I hate to sound like this, but ignore her. You need to do what makes you happy, and if she doesn't like it, she can leave." It sounds harsh, in a way, but Jasper has always appreciated how he refuses to sugar coat his words for her. She knows that he cares. "Dad, I'm not leaving this job. Mic is there, and he was really happy to hear about me getting it. Even Midnight works there, and their friend Aizawa. He's nice to me, too." Papa smiles widely. "So, Mic is still the same old Mic, tell us about Aizawa." "Do you remember when I first started training with Midnight? She had me spar with her and two friends of hers." Her fathers both nod as they listen to her. "Yeah, well Mic was one, of course, and Aizawa was the other guy." "Didn't he put you through a drywall?" "Uhhh, that's beside the point." The small family finishes their dinner, and just as they do, Jasper's phone starts to ring. She answers the video call with a laugh. "We were just talking about you, Mic!" "Awwwe! Babyyyyyy! I miss you too." "What do you want, boom boom baby?" He grins widely at the nickname, still. "I just needed to call someone, anyone, and your number caught my eye." She notices him glance to his side and actually turn his phone volume down. He places his finger over his lips to signal for her to mute her phone before he places it face down.

Aizawa pinches the bridge of his nose irritatedly. "If you're going to bitch about me having a friend, can you please leave? I can't handle this today." "Oh, if not today, when?" "Not any day, Joke. I'm exhausted, and I have night patrol in a few hours, so can I please-" "All you ever do is sleep! What kind of hero-" Mic finally has enough of her shit and jumps up from his chair. "That's it! We're done with this conversation. Sho, go take a nap. You have work tonight. Joke, get out of our fucking apartment." "Mic, you can't-" "I pay for this place, so I can absolutely kick you out. Get. Out." Joke lets out some weird sound a banshee getting strangled would make before slamming their front door behind her. "Mic.." "Don't even get mad at me-" "No," Aizawa finally lets out a long sigh, "thank you." Mic smiles a bit and pats his tired friend on the shoulder. "Anytime, man. You really need some-" His phone starts dinging, and Mic takes it from him. "Can I have that back?" "No. It's just Joke. Look, you need some sleep. I'll be grading work for both of us, so go nap, please?" Aizawa manages to smile. He picks on Mic a lot, but he would be genuinely lost without his best friend beside him. "However, before you go to bed, come say hi to Jasper." "You called her with that going on?!" Okay, friend loving moment is out the window. "Look, I called her originally to get the sound of her bitching out of my ears, but somehow she was louder than my fucking headphones. Wanna say hi?" Aizawa bites his lip in thought before nodding. Mic goes over, pulls the headphones out of his phone, and turns his volume back up. "Sorry bout that, baby." "No problem. Is Aizawa okay?" "I'm fine, Jasper. Sorry you heard that." He looks at her worried expression, which makes his heart lurch slightly. Why is she so worried when she barely knows him? It's.. weird, but sweet. "Mic, if you're taking my phone, are you going to wake me up?" "I will, Sho, I promise. You need some sleep though." "You don't need to grade my-" "Hush, Aizawa, and let Mic do a little extra to help you out. I can help with grading some stuff at work tomorrow, too, if y'all need it." Mic gives Aizawa a questioning look, which Jasper immediately takes note of. "N-nevermind. I kind of forgot that I caused all of that between you and your girlfriend." "No," Aizawa is quick to correct her, "you didn't. She'll get over herself. Anyways, I would love the help. Mic?" "Totally! Hanging out with Jasper is always full of good times and ass kicking!" Jasper giggles sweetly at that, and Aizawa really feels his heart flutter. "Mic, grading papers doesn't mean 'kicking ass'." "It could! We could totally DJ Punch the-" "Mic," Aizawa chuckles lightly, "maybe you should take a nap. I'll see you at work, Jasper. I need to get some rest before I go patrol." "Alright, sleep tight, Aizawa." He leaves for his room, hoping no one noticed the small blush on his cheeks. Little does he know, Mic caught it. The over enthusiastic blonde smiles, not bothering to call him out on it.

"How often does that happen, Mic?" "More often than it should, honestly. She treated Midnight the same way, and we've known her for fifteen years." Jasper shakes her head, noticing the obvious stares from her fathers. "I.. I hate that it's happening to him." "Don't say that too loud or he'll come out here to talk about it, and he won't be worried about himself." "That isn't healthy, though. I shouldn't be getting involved, I know, but.. I don't know. Just hearing that makes me worry." Mic nods with a frown, understanding her worries more than anyone else would. When Aizawa and Joke got together three months ago, it was all fine. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until they became intimate. If he remembers correctly, Aizawa wasn't too keen on them becoming intimate as early as they did anyways, but Joke convinced him to do it. "Can I let you in on something even worse, Jasper?" "I mean, if you want." He sighs softly. "Joke throws the L word at Sho all the time, like all the time, but he has told her multiple times that it's too soon for him." Jasper shakes her head in disbelief. "Poor guy. He must feel so pressured, but he needs to stand his ground." Mic nods in agreement. "I tell him that every time I hear her say it. She really doesn't like me, so I don't know why she expects me to help her torture my best friend." Jasper smiles softly and sighs. "Hey, I hate to be the bad person, but I'm with my dads right now. I can text you." "That's cool, baby. Hey, before you hang up, can I give your number to Sho?" "You think he'll want it?" Mic chuckles. "Sho thinks you're rad, girlie. Trust me, I can read him better than anyone else." "Well," Jasper giggles, "go ahead. I want to become friends with him. I need to go, boom boom baby." "Alright, baby. I'll see you tomorrow." Once she hangs up the phone, Papa lets out a chuckle. "Well, at least you and Mic get along. So.. is that the girlfriend you made jealous?" "Yeah. Here's the tea.. Aizawa was hurt while protecting his students. He needed help taking his bandages off, so I helped him out, he tested to see if his quirk would still work, and it put him in a lot of pain." Dad nods. "I assume you jumped to his aid?" "It's in my nature to take care of people. She walked in when I had my hands on his face." Papa snorts laughter. "Did you-" "Everyone told her that I have a girlfriend. She assumes anyone wants to jump Aizawa's bones cause he's handsome, so he isn't allowed to have female friends." Dad rolls his eyes and takes the plates from everyone. "Have you told her how we got together, Carson?" "This is a good time to explain that, isn't it?" Jasper tilts her head, just realizing that they really never told her about the beginning of their relationship. "You know that John and I were band kids. I played clarinet, and he was a percussionist-" "My hair doesn't shock anyone when they get that knowledge." "Anyways," Papa continues, "I was dating one of the cheerleaders. She was toxic as hell, so I wasn't allowed female friends. I was forced to drop the friends I grew up with for this girl, but John ended up popping off at her one day. It just kind of.. hit me that day that I wasn't being who I was meant to be. I broke up with her, and a few months later John asked me out at our band banquet." Jasper smiles, but she knows what happened from there. Papa's parents refused to accept him. It got abusive quickly, and Dad's mom foughr in court to save Papa. Since being gay in Japan at the time was something not a lot of people agreed with, all the courts would suggest was conversion therapy. The moment Papa turned 17, he moved in with Dad and his mom, and the rest is history. They went to college together, got jobs together, and adopted Jasper. "I mean," Jasper twirls her soda in her hand, "it's not like Aizawa and I are trying to be together. Fuck, I've known the guy less than twelve hours, and it's like the girl thinks we've already had sex or something. Poor thing looked so.. defenseless when it came to her.." Papa nods understandingly. "Just don't give up on him. Who knows.. you could be the one to save him from himself, you know?" Dad walks to pat his daughter's shoulders. "Take Lilith for example. After her mom passed away, she needed you. There were days she needed to be alone, but she had you to fall back on if something went wrong." Jasper smiles a bit, remembering all the nights the two girls would just spend crying together. After so long of being alone, Lilith came into Jasper's life and gave her the best gift ever: a best friend. Jasper used to laugh at the thought of soulmates, and she isn't a generally negative person. It just always seemed too good to be true, but if Lilith isn't her friendship version of a soulmate, then the world is more fucked up than she could ever imagine. "Lilith was always there for me, too. Still, I Lilith and I spent nights talking about the most random things to become close. I told her my wildest dreams of being a great hero, and what kind of wife I want.. but I just met Aizawa." "Time isn't important, Pumpkin. What's important is having the heart to care about that other person's well being." Jasper's phone dings from a text, and she chuckles at what Mic said. 'Baby, can you convince Sho to go the fuck to sleep? He hit me in my arm when I hung up with you :(' 'Well, why did he hit you?' 'He heard our conversation and told me to mind my own business! I then said that my best friend's well-being is my business :(' 'Tell that grouch to call me. I'll see if I can talk him out of a bad mood or something. I might just make it worse.' 'Thanks, baby :)' Jasper's phone rings shortly after, and she props it up in front of her. Aizawa is sitting on his bed, a cup of something hot in his hand. "Mic said either I call you or he starts screaming. I was forced." "No, I wanted you to call me. I wanted to apologize." "Apologize?" He tilts his head, his raven hair falling slightly. "Yeah. We just met today, and I've been told a lot for your business. I apolo-" "Jasper, no. Don't apologize. It's Mic who-" "Mic shouldn't be apologizing. He loves you, Aizawa, and he's worried that your putting yourself after Joke." He freezes at her words. No shit he is. Isn't that how relationships work? "You don't put Mirko before yourself?" "Well," Jasper sighs, "In certain aspects, yes, but that stops when she's being unreasonable. I refuse to stoop to someone's pettiness level." He scoffs and sips his steaming tea. Of course he knows it's unhealthy, he isn't dumb. Still.. if he doesn't do it, Joke gets mad. She used to be so kind to him. She was annoying, sure, but she was so damn kind that he couldn't just tell her no to a date anymore. Of course, that meant he couldn't refused the next ones, so here he is today. "Aizawa?" "H-huh?" "You okay? You spaced out, bud." He can't help but smile a bit at her concern. She's really sweet, too, isn't she? Her sudden giggle makes him raise one dark eyebrow. "What's funny?" "You have a nice smile, Mr. Booboo eye." If Mic would have said that, he would take offense. Still, the playful gleam in her beautiful eyes makes him snort. "That's a little offensive, asshole." He quickly covers his mouth, not sure how she'll deal with his humor. When she lets out a loud laugh, he starts to chuckle. "Don't call me an asshole, asshole." 'My God, she's so beautiful.' "You just made fun of my scar, asshole." 'Fuck, he's handsome.' "Oh, did I? Sorry, Mr. Booboo eye. By the way, you should really sleep. You'll die on patrol if you don't." "It isn't my first rodeo, kid. I'm a lot older than you." She tilts her head. "You're like, five years older than me, dumby." "Don't remind me. I'm ancient." Dad and Papa slightly take offense to that. Papa decides to coot into frame, which makes Aizawa's grey eyes widen in shock. "Sorry," Jasper chuckles, "this is my papa. Until Lilith gets back, I'll be with my parents." "Oh, nice to meet you, sir." Papa chuckles and waves for dad to get in the frame. When he does, Aizawa chokes on his tea. "That's my dad. He looks scary, but he wouldn't hurt a fly." "How fucking tall is he?" Dad laughs from his belly at Aizawa's shock. "Six foot three. Are you shorter than me?" "Only three inches, but geez. I'm scared of what your quirk is." Jasper bites her lip before answering. "Both of them are quirkless, Aizawa." "Oh-shit. I apologize." Papa shrugs. "We don't take offense to it. Our daughter has an amazing quirk, and we're proud of that." Each parent places a gentle hand on one of Jasper's shoulders, which makes her smile. Aizawa nods. "It's very useful. It can be a game changer for hero squads." Dad stares at the dark haired man's picture for a second. "Tell me, what gave you that gnarly scar." "D-Dad! That's so rude!" "No," Aizawa sighs, "I don't mind. I'm sure you heard about the USJ incident.. well, it was my class there. I was fighting villains, and one slammed my head into concrete a few times. I got lucky that I wasn't killed." Jasper sighs, noticing the far off look in his dark eyes. "Aizawa, I already told him the whole thing. He just wanted to see how you worded it." "Ah. I see where you get your analytic nature from, then. Anyways, I was just doing my job." Papa gasps. "Your job? No, you saved all of those children. You're a teacher there, not a hero. Were any students hurt?" "No, sir." "Then you did amazing! I'm glad Lilith had you as her homeroom teacher. She was always safe with you, I'm sure." "Ah," Aizawa chuckles, "that problem child. Her and I never saw eye to eye until she graduated." Jasper giggles, which seems to make him smile. "Lilith is a hard head, yeah, but she's my best friend. Don't talk shit about her, Mr. Booboo eye." "I'm more likely to talk shit about the overgrown microphone that lives with me, honestly. How long are you going to call me that before you get bored of it?" "I mean, until you actually take offense to it." He sighs a bit dramatically. "Then it'll be a while, I see. Hey, I'm going to try and sleep, okay?" "That's fine. Text me when you get back from patrol. I wanna know you're safe." She.. does? Joke doesn't even.. no. 'Let her be kind, Shouta. Just be kind in return.' "I promise I will. Goodnight, Jas." He looks, waiting for her to correct him for using the nickname. She only smiles sweetly. "Night night, 'Zawa." Once she hangs her phone up, she glances at her parents. "He's really nice, Pumpkin." Papa pats her head. Dad nods. "He should come hang out one day. Mic, too." "There's no way Joke would let that slide. I think I'm on her hit list already." Dad shrugs. "What she doesn't know won't kill her." Jasper is about to answer, but Lilith's ringtone makes her snatch her phone up. "Hey, I'm gonna answer this in my room. I'm not sure-" "Don't take the time to explain. Go answer it." She smiles at her parents before rushing to her room. "Hey Lils. How is everything?" She can see that Lilith's eyes are red and puffy. She knows better than to point it out, but it makes her heart ache just seeing it. "I mean, it's going somewhere. Tensei just got put back under to try and let his body heal without being too stressed. Wait, is that your parents house?" "Yeah.. Rumi is mad at me, but that isn't a concern right now. What does it look like for Tensei?" Lilith gives her the classic 'we aren't done with that' look, but sighs. "Well, of course they didn't tell me much, but his mom filled me in. They said that he should pull through. Despite it being the Hero Killer who attacked him, it seemed that he wanted to keep Tensei alive for some reason. Still, he.. he has to retire form hero work.." Jasper's heart shatters hearing that. If she's correct, Midnight attended UA with Tensei, which meant Aizawa and Mic did, too. It could have been any of them to be in that position, but this hero killer took Tensei's career from him so soon. "Lils, I'll help search-" "No." "Huh?" Lilith stares deadpan into the camera. "I'm not working at another agency. I enjoyed working with Ingenium, and.. I think I should just do underground work. You know.. Like Eraserhead." Jasper smiles a bit. "I'll support you in that. I can give him your number tomorrow and let him help get you started." "I would appreciate that, but I still don't really like him." Jasper rolls her eyes. She doesn't believe that for a second, but whatever. "Now, who put a rod up Rumi's ass?" "UA did for hiring me, and I then shoved it further up there by accepting." "Tell her to suck my ass." Jasper snorts. "Absolutely not, Lils. She would dump me on the spot." "Look, I would be there for you, but I would be glad to see her gone. Shes been acting like a grade A brat the past week, and it's really pissing me off." Jasper nods in agreement. "Trust me, I know. I'm just trying to give her time to get used to it." "She's a grown woman, and so are you. Not everyone is cut out for twenty-four seven hero work. You do well with young heroes, so you need to keep this job." "I'm not giving it up for one person." Lilith sighs. "I'll be back at some point tomorrow, okay? I'm staying in a hotel with Ms. Iida and Tenya. They're being extremely kind to me." "That's alright, Lils. I love you, be safe." "Love you too, Jas. I will, promise."

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dayasbun · 5 years ago

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Fame - Angus Cloud (4)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn’t have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 {reading now}

“Fuck right there- Oh my god please-” You moaned holding his hair. “You never had anyone eat your pussy like this before right?” he said eating deeper as you moaned and squirmed. “Only you baby, this pussy is only you-”

“Yo wake the fuck up, you making weird noises and shit.”

You sat up taking in a deep breath and inspected your surroundings. There stood a worried Angus with a mug in his hand. “I'm fine...” you said quite unconvincingly.

“You sure? I went to make you some tea and came back to you rolling around and groaning and shit, thought that strange netflix monster had come to you or sum.”

“The demogorgan-”

“Yeah that shit!” He sat next to you on the edge of the bed. “Nightmare?” he asked softly as he handed you the tea.

“Well not exactly...” You took the warm mug and took in a long swig of the warm goodness. It's not like you were just going to openly tell him ‘Oh no, I just had a dream about you eating me out and I loved every second of it.’ “Actually yeah, a nightmare.” you lied.

“I hate those, what was yours about?”

“I...a monster ate me alive and I couldn't stop it.”

Angus shook his head. “Damn mamas, I’m sorry. Those suck, I know its like 2 pm, but let’s eat some breakfast and try to forget about it.”

You nodded standing up and stretching “Thanks...for the tea.”

“Of course, don’t girls love tea? Ion know, I don't really be sleeping with girls that often.” He chuckled walking into the small kitchen.

“Tea is amazing!” You exclaimed, following him and sitting on the counter. “I love tea in all seasons, it has so many benefits.”

“Yeah? What’s some of them benefits.”

“Well green tea has amazing antioxidants, and is a more naturally caffeinated drink than coffee- with not as many negative results. But don't get me wrong, I really do love my coffee- anyway! Tea can help straighten and strengthen bones, brighten your smile, and help you lose weight!!”

“Oh wow.” He laughed “I didn't even care about all that tea shit, just wanted to hear your voice. But it was actually kinda interesting.”

“Yeah- and don't worry about a lack of my voice, I never shut up.”

“You right about that; but before you get all defensive, its aight. I like hearing you blab off about random stuff ion care about.”

You felt your face grow hot as you stifled a giggle that wanted to come out. “Thank you. I think I talk too much, but hey, can't really stop it y’know?” Angus nodded as he cracked 5 eggs into a pan. “You just be going off about stuff- actually you was sleep talking a little bit.”

Fuck.

“Yeah? What was I saying?” you asked innocently, hoping he didn't say what he was most definitely about to say.

“Well it was when you had that nightmare. Was the monster a cow or sum? Cuz you kept saying ‘Angus’ so like.” He turned to look at you “I figure it wasn’t me, but it was probably like...some beef monster.”

“Oh yeah, for sure a beef monster.”

“And that beef monster was eating you huh?”

You smoothly tucked your hair behind your ear and nodded with a sweet smile “Mhm.”

Angus gave you a quick up and down look before turning around and continuing to scramble the eggs. You had to change the current topic or you'd die of embarrassment, so you decided to bring up the topic of the show instead. “Do you know which scenes we’re filming tomorrow?”

“Yeah, no sex scenes until next week. Tomorrow they finna do you coming back and me reminiscing on the old times.”

“Okay cool. I have those lines down, pretty simple...” You mumbled.

“Yeah me too.”

A butcher knife couldn't even cut the tension in the room right now. Fuck, a chainsaw couldn't either.

“So like... I’m gonna go change and I'll be right back? Sound good?”

“You can wear summa my stuff. If you want- you don’t got to i'm just offering.”

“Oh that'd be great thanks! You know my trailer is just so far away!” You joked, knowing that it was only next door. You hopped off of the counter and followed him back into the room you two had just come out of.

“You just want one big shirt? Girls be doing that alot nowadays.”

“Yeah, thanks that'd be great...”

“So the biggest shirt I got got some barbecue stains on it- ignore it. I just went off on some spicy wings the other day-”

You burst out laughing and sat on the bed “Gus it’s fine, gimme!” You pulled your shirt off and held out your hands. He turned back around to find you only in your bra and shorts.

“Yooooo-”

“Its fine, we have to be completely naked with each other next week. Titties are just titties.” You took the shirt out of his hands and put it on. After pulling off the shorts that you wore underneath the shirt; that was more like a dress- and folding them, you walked back into the kitchen and reclaimed your spot on the counter.

“Well I know one problem we won't have!” You stated with a smirk.

“Yeah, and what's that?”

“Drake was worried you wouldn't be able to ‘get it up’...but honestly, I don’t think it'll be too hard.”

“Why you think that?”

“Look down.”

Sure, Angus wouldn't let you live down the wet dream you had about him for quite a while, but you'd never let him live down the boner he got- just from seeing you in a bra.

“So. Let's get to the real real.” Storm said pulling her knees up to her chest with a grin. “What the hell is going on with you and Angus?”

You, Storm and Daya were hanging in your trailer. You three were the only girls that didn't have scenes to film right now, Alexia, Barbie and the rest of the female cast were shooting night scenes. They had helped you set up the place to seem more homey, and now the newly formed trio you were a part of was in your bed with microwave popcorn, juicy juice, and twizzlers.

“Nothing Storm! Actually nothing I-”

“Nope, don't do that.” Z quickly cut you off. “Everyone can see it, it’s like what everyone on set talks about.”

“What?-”

“Plus, he talks about you too much, and you do the same with him! Earlier I said I wanted to pop some microwave popcorn and you started telling me about some conspiracy he told you about popcorn and microwaves, how they’re a secret way in for the government- like girl! Don't tell me you're so whipped that you're out here believing this stuff!”

“OKAY! Okay! I get it...look Gus is-”

“Gus?! You call him Gus?”

“Yeah?-”

“He literally hates that nickname with a passion. He gotta love you.” Storm chuckled grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Okay well Angus is cute. He’s sweet and funny and caring- BUT. I won’t let anything happen between us, it’s like...business. This field is acting- and I don't think it would be good for us to do anything more, especially during filming.”

Z sighed. “Falling for your costars is weird.”

“Yeah.” Storm chimed in. “Our girl Daya been there and done that...but it never really affected her acting. She's so talented that she could keep it hidden off screen and focus on her character. I mean I know you talented Y/N...but you not my big sis like Z, so I don't really know how you'd be able to deal with it yet. Drake already seemed a bit iffy about it because he could tell you two had a little something going, but the thing comforting him is y'all are talented. So he knows you can do it- I know you can too.”

“Yeah he sent us a letter about it...it's just hard. I can't lose this role, I've come so far.”

“I don't think you’ll lose it. I think you'll be fine. Just keep a business mindset when on set. What goes on off screen and behind closed doors is your business, girl. Drake or nobody can stop that- Jesus can't even stop that!”

You and Storm giggled at Zendaya’s last comment. “Yeah yeah yeah...okay I get it guys. I got this- period.”

“Period.”

“Period...So were you one of those girls that watched all the Fez scene compilations on Youtube and drooled?” Storm teased you.

“No!” You said firmly, knowing you were lying.

“Oh she definitely was.”

“I wasn't!”

“I just don't see it! Angus is just not attractive to me, he looks like one of those guys that stop you at the gas station with a ghetto ass group of friends- he rubs his hands together and then screams ‘Hey baby lemme get yo numbaaaa!!!!’“

In response, you practically fell over laughing “Stoppp no!”

The rest of the night was filled with giggles and whispers, and by 1 AM, you, Z, and Storm were all huddled up in your little twin trailer bed. They snored softly but you couldn't seem to sleep. Just as you were .1 seconds away from drifting off, your phone buzzed next to you.

Angus☁️: u uppppp

-oh wow yeah that's not the most fboy thing ever to send at 1:27 am

Angus☁️: see all you had to say was yes you didn't have to do allat

-can i help you mr cloud

Angus☁️: what typa help you offering?

-whatever help you need.

Angus☁️: you finna have some more beef dreams tonight?

-you finna get a boner if you see me in my bra again?

Angus☁️: maybe.

-then i'll say maybe too.

Angus☁️: you're too much

-i know i am, did you film today?

Angus☁️: ye i had some scenes wit jacob

-wit

Angus☁️: leave me alone

-you texted me

-and wow you sound really mature rn not at all like a five year old

Angus☁️: if i was w you rn id make you regret that

-was that supposed to be a threat or a way to try to make me sext

Angus☁️: both

-you should go text all the hoes you have waiting for you at home

Angus☁️: im texting them at the same time

-boy...

Angus☁️: im plAyin

Angus☁️: only you :)

-getting soft???

Angus☁️: no and i wish this was instagram dms so i could unsend it fuck

-fuck

Angus☁️: thats another thing you was saying during your ‘nightmare’

-STOP NO I WAS NOT

Angus☁️: yeah i know you wasnt lmao i just like messing w you

-you can mess w me whenever you want to

Angus☁️: oh bet????

-goodnight angus

Angus☁️: nah i want you to tell me about me messing w you

Angus☁️: damn you really left

Angus☁️: thats wrong

Angus☁️: doing me dirty

-GTS MY PHONE KEEPS GOING OFF

Angus☁️: then put it on silent?

-NO

Angus☁️: ill stop being annoying if you come over here

-i cant, im w z and storm too

Angus☁️: shit okay well it was worth a shot

-why, what was you planning to do

Angus☁️: cuddle

-its fr time for you to go bed, i think your sleepiness is making you too soft and taking the hood away

Angus☁️: goodnight

-goodnight

Angus☁️: gn

-gn

Angus☁️: night

-night

Angus☁️: GOODNIGHT

-OKAY GN

Angus☁️: STOP REPLYING

Angus☁️: night

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shutupandshipit · 4 years ago

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Live Stream - Oneshot

Summary: Everyone knew that if you wanted to have sex or needed help through you heat/rut, you went to Midoriya.

Or where Midoriya is promiscuous and a cam girl, and Kirishima is an avid viewer who catches part of a live stream that wasn't meant to be live.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: M

Notes: More outside POV for BakuDeku! I told y'all that I wasn't going to stop. I might expand on this one later, just because I love a good shameless slut character (because there's nothing shameless about enjoying sex). Also, I love a good cam girl fic.

Aaaaanyway, I've got Kiri's POV this time for you to partake in. Hope y'all enjoy! See you in my next one!

Everyone knew that if you wanted to have sex or needed help through you heat/rut, you went to Midoriya. He was the unapologetic slut of the school with a never ending stream of lovers to entertain him. Even the teachers knew about his exploits, but never did anything about it simply due to the decrease of rut and heat related attacks. They promised though that if a pregnancy occurred or there was a sudden rash of STIs, there would be repercussions.

Midoriya had taken the warning in stride and shrugged it off. He had told Kirishima time and time again that he had no plans of getting pregnant so early in his life and career.

Everyone also knew that he only took credit for having sex with you. If it ruined any relationship you may have been in, well then that was your problem.

Midoriya had a few simple questions he asked you and rules that you had to follow if you so happened to partake in his services.

1) No touching. For the duration of your session, your hands would be tied to his headboard. That was non-negotiable. The rule was in place for his protection more than yours. This was sometimes relaxed when it came to friends of partners he saw frequently and trusted enough to know what they were allowed to do.

2) No biting. Being tied to the headboard, it was harder to accomplish than normally, but if you made any attempt to do so, you'd be out of his room whether you'd gotten off or not. He expected you to find control even in a heat/rut haze. If you couldn't control yourself, you had no right being in his bed. There were no exceptions.

3) A condom would be used at all times. He didn't take it raw or suck dick without protection. It was simple as that.

4) Do not involve emotions. It wasn't his fault if you caught feelings for him, and he would not take responsibility for them. Sex with him was a no strings attached, purely physical transaction. He was a bunny omega after all with a sexual appetite that couldn't be satisfied by one singular person, so there was no room to get butt hurt about any other partners the frequented his bed.

5) Do not, under any circumstances, ask about his heat or offer your services during his heat. If you did, you were liable to have your ass verbally flayed and all contact with him cut immediately.

6) Rule 6 was probably the most important of all. You would be recorded and posted on his cam channel. Only your lower half would be shown. Your face would never be recorded. If you weren't okay with that or refused to sign his release form, you wouldn't make it passed his threshold.

His questions were simple as well.

1) Were you clean? This included drugs, STIs and any contagious sickness you may have at the time.

2) Were you in your heat/rut?

3) Had you ever had sex before?

He didn't ask if you were in a relationship because he didn't care. It was your choice to meet with him, so you were liable for any consequences caused by your actions. So if something did happen, you weren't allowed to come crying to him.

The last thing everyone knew was that he spent his heat alone. Or at least, if he did have someone he shared them with, no one knew who it was.

Kirishima knew all of this from personal experience. Even though he and Mina were together, it was hard to satisfy his alpha with another alpha, and the same went for her. So, they both employed Midoriya's services pretty often, both alone and together. They were one of the only couples Midoriya featured, and it had shot his popularity through the roof after the first video he did with them.

He offered a kick back of any money he made from his videos, but from what Kirishima knew, people rarely took him up on his offer. All the money he made went to his mother and omega related foundations. He was in it to satisfy his omega, and the money was simply a byproduct.

Kirishima had asked Midoriya once how much his partners would receive if they did take his offer, and the amount had floored him. He hoped all those foundations put his donations to good use.

It always surprised him exactly how popular Midoriya was on the internet.

Then again, sitting in his room with his laptop open on his stomach, nodding off as he waited for Midoriya's Friday live stream to begin, he could see the chat room already filling. 1,000 turned into 2,000 turned into 3,000, and just kept ticking. A countdown ran down on the screen, and people had already begun tittering away in the chat.

Kirishima wondered if the entire school was watching. He knew at least half of his class was. That's why the dorm was always so quiet on Fridays save for the sounds coming from Midoriya's room.

Just like every Friday at exactly 8 o'clock, the stream went live. Midoriya sat on his bed in front of a black back drop and on top of creamy white sheets, knees splayed out to his sides. He wore pure white lace panties and garter belt. Encasing his arms and legs were silvery metallic support sleeves that his garter belt clipped onto. A half face bunny mask covered the upper portion of his face. A white wig to match the white tuft of his tail covered his very recognizable green hair. The green fur of his ears had been sprayed with temporary white dye that would wash out when he showered.

When he was on his channel, he became Snow Bunny, beloved omega of the cam world.

Despite who he filmed with, not everyone who watched his channel knew who he was, and he did what he could to hide his identity.

Granted, if you asked him, he would say that society should normalize sex in relation to heroes. They could be sex icons in their own right, but if they were actually caught having sex or with multiple partners, it was a scandal. He wasn't really that concerned if his channel was discovered later in his career, but right now, it wouldn't do him any favors.

Kirishima commended him on that because he just wasn't that brave or confident.

"Hi, everyone! Oh my gosh, there's so many of you! I feel so lucky and blessed! Oh, no, no. I've got a guest here with me tonight. Not going solo today," Midoriya said in a sweet, high voice that was several octaves above his normal speaking voice, answering one of the flurry of questions in the chat. He peered at the screen intently, smiling widely. "Thank you 'johnfromohio' for the tip! I'm so grateful. How was everyone's week? Wonderful, I hope. I know mine was."

Midoriya was lying, at least Kirishima assumed he was. The class had spent the week getting their asses handed to them during training as was evident by the various stages of bruising across his torso and backs. They extended beneath his support sleeves as well. At some point, Recovery Girl had started to refuse to heal him day after day, hoping to curve his reckless behavior, but it hadn't worked quite yet.

On screen. Midoriya spread his legs, giving the camera a healthy view of his dick straining against the white lace. "Oh, don't worry about the bruises, loves! They're all healing well, and I got them all in good fun." He winked, smiling enough so that his canines poked out over his bottom lip.

Midoriya -or rather, Snow Bunny- was the most popular cam omega on the internet. It seemed unlikely. There were hundreds of other bunny omegas that worked as cam omegas that could have been just as famous, but none of them looked like Midoriya. Where he was toned and muscular, his counterparts had the bodies typical of omegas. Thin and reedy and lacking all muscular definition. Soft where he was deceptively hard.

Not only that, but his dick was more akin to the size of an average betas rather than tiny like most male omegas were. His fangs were not those typical for his second gender either. Sharp and pointy though still small, could cause damage if given the opportunity.

If Midoriya didn't slick and go through heat, he would have been a beta. Or even an alpha. He exuded the presence and confidence of an alpha. A wolf in sheep's clothing, praying on unsuspecting and willing alphas. Satisfying omegas when he shouldn't be able to.

He was a conundrum that Kirishima avidly virtually partook in most nights, sometimes alone, sometimes with Mina, sometimes with the other guys.

Except for Bakugou who never stuck around long enough for a video to load. Kirishima wasn't sure if he even watched porn or had seen any of Midoriya's exploits. Let alone enjoyed his bed. Their relationship was better than it had been before, but they still got into arguments that ended with destruction of property. He wasn't sure what Bakugou did during his ruts, but he thought they must have been lonely.

Even now, Bakugou would have been settling down for the night. Either reading a book or something else to wind down before bed.

Just like Kirishima should have been doing. The day had been long and grueling, and tomorrow promised to be more of the same. Still, he wanted to watch the stream.

He blinked several times, trying to clear the tiredness from his eyes as Midoriya smiled into the camera and turned to show off a crystal white as snow nestled between his cheeks.

"I'm all ready to go, loves, but this is for someone else. I've got to introduce my guest for tonight." He moved aside to flip the blanket off two pale legs. A thin, long tail of coarse yellow fur flicked back and forth across the mattress. "I found this little kitten omega all alone in the rain today and thought I'd be nice enough to bring him home and play for a bit." He trailed his nails over bare thighs that trembled under his touch. The tail swept faster.

Kirishima huffed, grinning. Now he knew why Kaminari had blown him off for the night.

Midoriya continued talking, dipping his fingers between Kaminari's trembling thighs. They came away dripping, and he licked away the slick to a pitiful moan.

Kirishima's eyes were itchy and each time he blinked, it got harder to keep them open. He scrubbed at them, but to no relief.

Even as Midoriya lovingly flipped Kaminari onto his stomach and hiked up his hips, he felt himself dozing off. When he came to with a jolt, the screen of his computer was dark and the dorms were quieter than usual.

Scrambling to log back in, he groaned when he saw the time. 11:54 PM. He'd slept through the entire stream and then three hours after it. He was the only one left logged into the chat. He was about to turn off his computer for the night when the stream loaded again.

It hadn't been shut off like it normally was at the end of a live stream, and Midoriya's moans slipped from his speakers. The shot was only from the waist down, but everything important was visible.

Strong muscled legs were bent in half as long elegant fingers clutched at Midoriya's ass. The pair slowly rocked together, unhurried in their movements. His fluffy white tuft of a tail betrayed his frantic pleasure, twitching each time his partner pushed into him.

This new person certainly wasn't Kaminari, desperate and scrambling for his climax. If that wasn't the biggest indicator, the other red flag was the fluffy blond wolf's tail that curled around the back of Midoriya's trembling thigh. He lay on top of his new partner, the knee that was visible planted firmly in the mattress.

There wasn't a hair's breath between them, and Kirishima felt like he was violating Midoriya's privacy even as he slowly came to full attention in his boxers. He ignored his hard on, more interested in figuring out who was held so intimately beneath everyone's favorite omega. If Midoriya did one thing constantly, it was keep distance between him and his partners, even when having sex.

When the pair finally came, it was together and quiet with long moans of pleasure followed by the gentle sounds of kissing. They didn't part, just lying still with one another.

It was several long moments of Kirishima's heart splitting his store of blood between his face and groin before they finally spoke.

"Mm," Midoriya hummed, shifting on top, but not moving away, "If this dries, we're going to be stuck together forever." His voice was low and slow, barely a whisper. Kirishima only heard him because everything else was absolutely silent, as if the dorm was holding its breath in the face of their intimacy.

A deep chuckle joined his voice, and Kirishima startled. That laugh was all too familiar even distorted and drenched with sex.

"Too late. You're already stuck with me forever," his partner said, and that voice was all Bakugou.

Kirishima sat straight up in bed, catching his laptop before it could tumble off the side. If he hadn't been blushing before, he definitely was now. He was blushing so hard he could feel his pulse in his cheeks. "Bakugou?" he hissed incredulously, still staring at the screen.

"Why don't you ever ask me to be on your stream?" Bakugou asked. Just a question without the usual demand in his voice.

Midoriya hummed again. "I didn't think you would want to be. You don't watch my videos. I thought you'd be too worried about, you know, everything else. Also..." He trailed off, voice considering as he sat up and slowly lifted himself off Bakugou. Cum and slick trickled from Midoriya's entrance and down the inside of his thigh. They both hissed at the sensation of their uncoupling, and Kirishima flinched in sympathy.

They settled back together, Midoriya's back to the camera and Bakugou's leg hooked over his to pull them closer.

"Also?"

"Also, this is... just for me. They get everything else, but you... You're my beautiful, amazing alpha that I get to have all to myself. You're private. Just for me. I like it that way."

Bakugou hummed, the sound slowly becoming a purr. "Yeah, I like it that way too," he agreed gruffly, "When does your heat start? My rut is in a few days."

Midoriya laughed. "I don't know why you keep checking. We've been synced up since we presented."

As Kirishima watched, the number of people viewing ticked up from 1 to 5.

Before he knew what he was doing, he launched himself from his bed and to his door. Sprinting down the hall and stairs to the second floor, he listened closely as the pair made plans just in case they said anything too incriminating. Without knocking, he slammed into Midoriya's dim room lit only by the light from the laptop. He stood there for the briefest moment, confused about whose name to call. "B-Bunny!"

His own voice echoed back to him from his laptop a millisecond later.

"What?" Midoriya shouted in surprise.

Bakugou pulled him close and sat up, pulling a blanket over them. "What the fuck? You ever hear of knocking, asshole?" he shouted, rage and murder clear on his face, "Why do you have you computer? And why are you hard? Get the fuck out!"

"Your- Uh- The, uh, stream is still live. It never got cut," Kirishima stammered, face so hot he could have sworn he'd become another light source, "I was the only one still logged on, but it's filling back up again pretty quickly." The counter was already reached 300 viewers again.

Horror filled Midoriya's face, and he scrambled from Bakugou's hold, skirting around the view of the camera. Bakugou followed his lead, pressing himself back against the headboard as Midoriya shut the computer off from its power button. The whir of its fan slowly died away leaving only Kirishima's humming computer.

"Close the door, Kirishima, please. I, um, need to log on on your computer if you don't mind so I can see what kind of damage there is and properly shut everything down," Midoriya said calmly, but his hands were trembling and it was quickly spreading to the rest of his body.

"Sure thing," Kirishima blurted, turning his back as Bakugou stood from the bed and wrapped Midoriya in a blanket before turning him into his chest.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. I-I swear. I just can't believe I made that mistake. What if someone saw your face? What if I said your name?" Midoriya rambled, and a twinge of pain shot through Kirishima's chest at the worry in his voice, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Bakugou murmured. When Kirishima turned back to them, Bakugou had his arms wrapped around the omega, chin resting on the top of his curly green hair right between his ears. "So what if people saw? They just know that you're mine now. I'm the one who gets the truest version of you."

"But what if-"

"Stop with the what ifs, shitty Deku. Let's find out first if there's anything to be worried about." Bakugou jerked his head to the desk that had been moved earlier into the middle of the room, and Kirishima carefully moved Midoriya's laptop out of the way and set the camera stand off to the side facing the wall. After, he retreated to the far wall.

Midoriya, still bundled tightly in Bakugou's arms as they sat on the edge of his bed, went to work.

A lifetime passed as he combed through the comments from the stream and watched parts of the video before he finally sighed and slumped back against Bakugou's chest. Relief shone clear as a sunny day on his freckled face. "I don't think anyone saw us. And our faces didn't make it on screen, which is a miracle, but if anyone did see and knows our nicknames, well..."

Bakugou shrugged more calmly than Kirishima thought he was capable of. "Then the cat's out of the bag. We're almost graduated. I'm surprised they haven't figured it out yet, but then again, they are all dipshits."

"But-"

"Before you say something that's just going to piss me off, I don't care. We've been faking it for almost two years. I'm tired of having to sneak around and pretend like you're not my mate. So, fuck it. We were going to go public after graduation anyway."

If Kirishima felt like an intruder before, he felt like a proper interloper now as he watched Midoriya stare lovingly up at the alpha, nose twitching wildly as tears filled his eyes.

"Aw, fuck, Deku, don't start crying. You're going to kick start your heat early if you do. I don't think you want Shitty Hair seeing all of that."

Eyes widening and ears standing at attention, Midoriya spun towards Kirishima. "Sorry, Kiri! Thank you though. For letting me use your computer and warning us. I don't know what would have gotten out if you hadn't told us about the stream. I'm really, really grateful. I'll do anything to repay you."

Kirishima's face reddened again at the honest sincerity on Midoriya's face and the way his alpha paced restlessly in his chest. He waved his hands through the air wildly. "You don't have to thank me, I'm just glad everything's alright." He ducked his head in deference as he drew closer to the pair to gather up his computer and Bakugou's warning snarl filled the room. Backing away quickly, he smiled. "I'm going to go back to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

Making a break for the door, he just caught the moment when Bakugou buried his face in the crook of Midoriya's neck and his growl turned into a contented purr. Midoriya giggled as he closed the door.

The next morning without any help from Kirishima, the entire class knew that Bakugou and Midoriya were mates. They were discussing them over breakfast before the pair even appeared, those who had caught the last minutes of the stream speaking the loudest. When they came down, they ignored the others, but didn't pretend like everything was normal. They were completely drenched in each others pheromones and could, for the life of them it seemed, not keep their hands to themselves. Kirishima could of sworn that every time he looked at them, they were pressing close for another kiss.

Spurred on by his friends' show of affection, he nuzzled Mina's neck. She buried his hand in his hair, but continued with her conversation with Momo.

He wondered if the pair were putting on a show, but suspected that this was just how they had always acted behind closed doors. Their affection was as natural as breathing. They were two planets orbiting each other.

He wished that coming out had been on their own terms, but either way, he couldn't have been happier for them.

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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break up with ur girlfriend (ravjila) (1/3) - dartmouth420

A/N: part 1: lesbian au in which Raven is a chaotic dumbass who’s a bit manipulative, and the night turns out differently than she expected.

featuring Jujubee’s unsolicited opinion via text message

this fic is high-key based on the ariana grande song with the same title. first time submitting, long time admirer. general shoutout to all the rajila/ravja/ravjila writers, y'all are absolute gems.

ps: raven’s moral compass is a bit crooked in this fic, so please take that in stride.

PART 1

Raven knew she looked good.

Her long blonde hair was sleek and her eyeliner was perfect, her layers of makeup accentuating her eyes and cheekbones. Her tight black dress showed off her curves and her new heels made her legs look hot as hell. Not to mention, she was on the prowl. Smiling to herself, she sucked on the straw of her second drink, eyeing the club-goers analytically. The music pumped through the speakers.

There were so many fucking hot women here, but Raven could be quite selective. It was a Friday, so even if she didn’t meet anyone tonight she’d go out again tomorrow. Either way, she was gonna get laid this weekend.

Raven walked into the next room, where there was a wider dance floor. The ceilings in there were higher, blue light glancing over the partygoers. Raven noticed some people she knew and gave them a wave. She moved through the crowd like a shark, looking over each person.

And then she saw her. The straw fell from Raven’s mouth.

The woman was insanely cute, curly black hair, pale skin, a thin leather band around her neck. She wore tight yellow high-waisted jeans (a bold choice for the club Raven had to admit, intrigued) and a black lingerie-style top. The young woman danced like she was having fun, not like she was trying to be looked at. That made looking at her all the more satisfying, in Raven’s opinion.

Raven grinned. The woman was exactly her type. She couldn’t wait to take her home. If the woman was into her, anyway. But the entire seduction process stretched before Raven, and she basked in the anticipation.

The song changed to a bass-heavy hip-hop beat and Raven started to move towards the other woman. The other woman rolled her hips back and forth, lifting her hands over head. Raven licked her lips, just steps from her.

And then a pair of brown tattooed arms wrapped around the curly-haired woman’s waist. Raven paused. The woman Raven had been watching leaned back into the other, smiling, eyes closed. They swayed together and Raven took a good look at the second woman. She was tall, with light-brown skin and some pretty hot arm tattoos. She was dressed in a backless top, exaggeratedly deep cut showing off her flat chest, with long black pants with a masculine cut. Her black and grey hair was in tight braids close to her head. She whispered in the younger woman’s ear and kissed the side of her face. Then she glanced around, eyeing up the other people who were too close to her girlfriend.

Raven cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow. A spike of jealousy shot through her. Hmm. The young woman’s girlfriend seemed a touch possessive. But when it came to possessive partners, there was something so fun about trying to seduce the person they so jealousy guarded. Also, half the time it meant the relationship was unstable and on it’s way out. Raven could definitely help this one die a natural death.

Then she spun on her heel and retreated.

But it wasn’t truly a retreat, she merely had to plan around this new information.

Raven knew she had a reputation as a bit of a womanizer, if there was a lesbian term for that. Maybe she was just a bitch, but whatever. It satisfied her to mess with people a little bit. She never went out of her way to be truly cruel. She leaned against the wall of the club and pulled out her phone.

gonna ruin someones relationship tonight she texted to her best friend Juju. The only reason Juju wasn’t at the club with her, getting wasted and yelling at guys was because she was away at some conference for her job.

BITCH Juju immediately messaged back. is she hot tho

obviously… Raven let out a small chuckle, looking down at her phone screen.

girl…

she’s a cutie, just gotta get around her older girlfriend get ready for drama

bitch ur gonna die lol. text me later?

you’ll hear all about it ;)

Raven shut her phone and put it in her bra, then sipped her drink. She noticed another girl approach her, pretty with her hair dyed green, but Raven gave her a disinterested look and the girl changed direction. It was easy to keep an eye on the curly-haired woman on the dance floor, her bright yellow jeans easily visible among the mainly black-clad clubgoers.

Fuck, she was hot.

There was a good song playing, so Raven drained her drink and briefly joined the dance floor, moving her hips sensually and earning some appreciative looks. While she danced she thought about the situation. It was most likely the curly-haired woman would be by herself at some point, perhaps at the bar ordering a drink. Or briefly alone on the dance floor, if the possessive girlfriend was in charge of what they drank. That would be her opportunity. And then Raven realized she had to pee.

Mildly annoyed, she made her way towards the bathroom. It was fairly crowded but surprisingly clean. There was some blonde girl crying at the sink, two of her friends trying to comfort her and another woman stumbling out of a stall, laughing. Raven quickly entered a stall and shut the door, hiking her dress up and sitting down. Dizzy, she blinked. The alcohol was starting to get to her but maybe it was a good idea to be a little buzzed, if it was going to give her the confidence to hit on the mystery woman.

There was whispering in the next stall, followed by giggling and a quick, “So the E-”.

Some fool was doing party drugs in the bathroom. Raven wondered if they might share.

She finished and stepped out of the stall.

The hot woman from the dance floor was bent over the counter, fixing her lipstick in the mirror. Her round ass covered in those bright yellow jeans was right in front of Raven. Raven wanted to bite it.

Instead she smiled, delicately touched her chest and took advantage of her glorious luck. The other sinks were occupied, one by the still-crying blonde and the other by someone actually washing their hands. She circled the curly-haired woman, coming to her side by the counter-top.

The other woman noticed her in the mirror, “Oh sorry, did you need the sink?” She shuffled a little to the side.

“I did, thanks,” Raven bent close to her and washed her hands thoroughly. Club bathrooms were nasty. The crying girl next to them had mascquera all over her face, poor thing, and she and her crew filed out of the bathroom. Raven eyed the curly-haired women next to her in the mirror. Up close she was pretty, with high round cheekbones and expressive eyebrows. Raven straightened and went over to dry her hands. She watched the other woman continue with her makeup and noticed her glance over, looking Raven up and down.

Excellent.

“So what’s your name? I’m Raven,” said Raven, moving back towards the big mirror to touch up her own makeup. Not that it needed it, she looked flawless. She leaned over the counter, smoothing down one eyebrow and watching the other woman in the mirror, perhaps a little closer to her than necessary.

“Woah, that’s such a cool name,” the other woman breathed and straightened, stumbling a little, and gave Raven a big open smile, “I’m Manila.”

The woman had obviously had a couple drinks, and was into her. Even better.

“You’ve got a pretty cool name yourself,” said Raven, touching her arm in acknowledgement, “Love your jeans by the way.” She let her eyes run up and down the woman’s - no, Manila’s, legs.

“Aw thanks,” she said, then she raised her foot up onto the counter, running her hand down her leg like a car salesman, said announced, “I got these babies at Target, can you believe it?” Then she threw her head back and laughed at her own joke.

Holy shit. Raven giggled, covering her mouth. Raven was going to make Manila throw her head back like that again, ideally with Raven’s tongue in her pussy.

“I really can’t believe that,” replied Raven, taking a step towards Manila as she lowered her leg off the counter, “Doubt I’d find anything like you at Target.” She moved behind Manila, who turned to follow her. Then Raven stepped forward, very close to Manila, who’s breath hitched.

Manila stepped back, her hips now back against the counter, “I mean I’m very pro-Target, just don’t wear red in there, you’ll never get out.”

“I certainly won’t risk it. Are you here alone, or…?” Raven purred, raising her chin.

“Oh uh,” said Manila, staring into Raven’s eyes.

“You wanna come dance with me?” Raven leaned forward, resting her hands on the counter, trapping Manila. She was taller than the other woman, perhaps not as much without her heels, but it made her feel powerful. But, Manila clearly didn’t mind tall women. Raven hadn’t forgotten her girlfriend.

“Well, I have a girlfriend,” said Manila, eyes wide. But she wasn’t leaning back, away from Raven, or trying to move. In fact, she brushed Raven’s arm with the tips of her fingers, cocked her head to one side and gave Raven a calculating look, “But…”

“You should break up with your girlfriend,” breathed Raven into her ear, her body tingling, “I’m bored-”

The door slammed open, ricocheting off the wall.

“Manila! I found the- fuck!”

Raven straightened up, a shark-like grin on her face.

“Oh fuck, Raja-” started Manila, taking a step towards the other woman.

“Who’s this?” the tall woman, Raja, motioned at Raven angrily.

“Hi, I’m Raven,” said Raven, offering her a little wave. She didn’t stop smiling. The real drama was starting.

Raja glared at her. Raven eyed her right back. Raja was tall and lithe, muscular and quite androgynous but for her long hair. She had an angular face with minimal makeup and big brown eyes that were currently narrowed at Raven.

“The fuck are the you doing with my girlfriend?” she snapped.

“Oh, is this your girlfriend?” replied Raven sarcastically.

“What do you think, blondie?”

“Raja-” Manila moved in front of her, putting an arm around Raja’s waist and turning her away from Raven.

“If you’re going to do stuff like this, we talk about it first,” said Raja, voice quiet and low.

Oh. Well, that was interesting. Raven shifted her hips and mentally adjusted her plan.

“I’m sorry, baby,” said Manila, running her hand over Raja’s bicep. “I know this is supposed to be your night.”

“Right, yeah, it was.”

Raven cocked her head to one side.

“What are you still looking at?” snapped Raja.

“Oh, nothing,” replied Raven casually, looking down at her nails. The paint was beautiful, not even chipped. Of course, she only kept them long on two out of four fingers, and she angled her hand, making sure they both noticed, “Just your girlfriend is really hot, that’s all."

Manila laughed and quickly turned it into a cough.

"Bitch, I swear to god-” Raja took a menacing step towards Raven.

Raven held her ground, and looked Raja right in the eyes, “You’re not bad yourself, when you’re not yelling.”

Raja’s mouth dropped open, shocked. Manila began giggle, looking between them. The giggling turned into a truth laugh, and she threw back her head again, hair bouncing.

Raven’s face broke, and she smiled as well. She raised her eyebrows at Raja and winked.

“I mean-” Raja looked between them, but her angry expression was cracking, “I- fuck.” She brought her hand to her temple, a smile playing around her mouth. She shook her head at Raven.

“Why don’t we all get a drink and talk about it?” suggested Raven, taking a step forward and giving Raja a warm smile.

Manila leaned into Raja, hugging her waist, “C'mon, let’s get a drink.”

They all left the bathroom, and as Raven stepped out, last, she heard one of the party-drug women still hidden in the stall whisper-shout, “No fucking way, she really turned it around like that?!”

Raven smirked, and let the door swing shut behind her.

#rpdr fanfiction #raven #manila luzon #raja gemini #ravjila #drama #cisgirl au #lesbian au #break up with ur girlfriend #dartmouth420 #poly

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trashcanband4 · 5 years ago

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Father Daughter Duo Ch.9

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter Title: Another Man Strikes. Pairing: Eventual DarylxOc. Setting: The prison. Warnings: Mentions of rape. Word Count: 7,102.

I opened my eyes and rubbed them sleepily before I climbed down off of the bed. I was about to put a shirt on over my tank top when I heard someone clear their throat. I jumped, spun around and came face to face with none other than Merle. He had a grin on his face that reminded me of the Cheshire cat as he covered my mouth and slammed me against the wall causing pain to shoot through my back. I let out a yelp against his hand. “Shut up bitch.” He hissed before he removed his hand and replaced it with his nasty lips. I tried to shove him off of me but he wouldn’t budge. I bit his lip causing him to back off. I bolted for the door but I wasn’t fast enough. He caught me by my hair and pulled me backwards. He slammed me back against the wall and cut my clothes off with his bladed hand. He pushed me onto the bed, parted my clenched knees and covered my mouth before he slammed into me.

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I sprang strait up in bed covered in a layer of sweat. My lungs started to burn before I was finally able to cough and inhale a deep raspy breath. I focused on steadying my breathing as I wiped at the tears on my face. I had been having nightmares, but that was the most vivid and the most different. My other dreams had been repeats of what happened at the bus. With my breathing completely under control I realized that it was still night time. I laid back down, but I couldn’t go back to sleep. So I got down off of the bed and fumbled around until I found my small flashlight. I turned it on and stuck it under the strap of my bra to hold it in place then grabbed my Journal and got to work on a poem. I sucked at writing them, but it got me out of my head. I had finished several lines before I saw the outline of a man step into my doorway. “Daryl?” I whispered and he took a step into the room. “Is the light bothering you?” when he didn’t answer I grabbed the light off of my shoulder and shined it on him. I gasped and dropped the flashlight. It fell onto the bed and illuminated Tomas as he advanced on me. I tried to scream but, he snatched one of my dirty socks off of the floor and shoved it into my mouth muffling the sound as he held his hand over it. I gagged as I pushed and scratched at him doing everything in my power to get him off of me.

I tried to reach my knife where it rested on the chair beside my bed, but he knocked it out of my reach. He punched me in the face to stop my struggling then pushed me down making me lie on my back. With his free hand, he managed to push up my shirt and bra and started groping the medium chest that was underneath. He threw one of his legs over mine straddling me at my knees. Bad idea. I thrust my knee up as hard as I could making contact with his groin. He retracted his grip on me and I took that opportunity to use the adrenaline pulsing through my body to shove him onto the floor and spit the sock at him. I bolted across the perch waking Daryl when I yelled out for help, but I didn’t stop running until I got to my dad’s cell. He woke up when I noisily crashed onto the floor next to his bed. “Bay what’s wrong?” he asked crouching down in front of me and fixing my clothes. I couldn’t answer. The adrenaline affect had worn off and all I could do was sit there shaking like a leaf as silent tears slid down my cheeks. “Bay look at me. Who did this?”

I ignored his question to look over his shoulder at Daryl who appeared in the main room. “You might want to get Rick.” He said and my dad, still crouched in front of me with his hand on my shoulder, turned to look at him. Daryl had Tomas’s hand tied behind his back and a knife hooked around his throat.

“No need, I’m already here.” I heard Rick’s tired and annoyed voice as it drifted into the cell.

Dad ignored the moon illuminated men and turned back to me. “Bay I am so sorry. I promised you I wouldn’t let them hurt you.” He paused and lightly touched my sore cheek and eye. “I keep failing you.”

Those words brought out mine. “It’s not your fault Dad.” I said wincing when he pressed too hard on my cheek.

“Yes it is. I should have made you sleep in here so I could protect you.” I looked at my hands where they rested on my knees. I wanted to tell him that I still wouldn’t have slept in the same cell as him or anyone else for that matter, but I chose to keep that to myself to keep from making this conversation take a turn for the worst.

“Dad, I’m fine it’s just a bruise.” He didn’t look convinced and neither was I, but I couldn’t let him blame himself for this one. So I said the only thing that I could think of at the time. “What doesn’t kill me can only make me stronger right?” he still didn’t look convinced by my lame statement, but he stood up anyways and held out his hand for mine. I took it and he gently pulled me up. We walked out into the main area as Rick pulled a set of spare prison keys out of Tomas’s pocket.

“So this is how you got in here huh?” Rick said pacing in front of Tomas. “Daryl, put his stupid ass in a cell and lock him there.” Rick said tiredly then turned to my dad and tossed him the keys. “Those are yours now. Y'all have a good night.” He turned and lazily walked to his cell and I heard him mumble “What’s left of it.” under his breath before he disappeared into his cell.

Daryl returned from the end of the cell block that no one sleeps on and headed up the stairs. “Night Dad.” I said and patted him on the shoulder before I headed for the stairs.

“Yer not bunkin in here tonight?” he asked and I remembered his previous statement.

“Please don’t take this personally because it’s totally not but, I can’t.” He took it personally, I could tell. “It’s really nothing against you. I just…need some space.” He gave me a quiet “Kay.” And I turned to go up the stairs but stopped and turned back. “Hey Dad?” he turned to face me. “I know I haven’t shown it lately and I probably won’t tomorrow either, but I love you.”

A smile pulled at the corners of his lips, “I love you too Bay Bug.” I finally headed up the stairs and across the perch.

“Night.” Daryl said and I didn’t answer. I was slightly mad at him, why hadn’t he heard Tomas? The guy had to walk right by Daryl to get to me. I continued to my cell, but stopped in the doorway when I saw the flashlight and balled up sock on the floor. Just like the bus I couldn’t make myself enter the cell. “Problem?” Daryl asked from behind me, but I once again didn’t answer him. Soon I felt his hands on my back and I couldn’t stop him when he gave me a gentle push into the cell.

For some reason, instead of cringing away or crying, I got angry. I spun around and punched Daryl in the chest probably hurting my hand more than his solid chest, and it did hurt my fist. He didn’t respond to the punch. “What the hell did you do that for?” I asked loudly and he shushed me. “Don’t shush me answer me.” I said bringing down my voice despite the anger that bubbled within me.

“It’s just a cell.” I just looked at him with my fists clenched at my sides. I remained quiet as I thought about it and the more I did the more I realized he was right. The objects and places don’t hold the bad memories, I do. But that still didn’t make me any less furious. We stood there in silence for what felt like forever, but in reality it was probably only two or so minutes. And in those minutes the anger that had been boiling fiercely within me had settled to a simmer. The longer we stood there the more I thought about how Daryl was right outside my cell and Tomas managed to get to me. So I blurted out the question that was plaguing my brain.

“Why didn’t you stop him?” I said quickly and he looked confused.

“Who? Tomas?” he asked in that low gruff voice of his.

“No, the man on the moon.” I said sarcastically. “Yes Tomas.” he didn’t answer so I continued talking. “He had to walk a foot away from your head to get to me and you didn’t even wake up.” He bit at his nails then spat on the floor.

“I ain’t exactly a light sleeper.” Was his only explanation.

“Great. Thanks. That makes me feel so much better.” I spat at him and irately started gathering my things. I moved to push him out of my way as I headed out of the cell, but he moved giving me free passage. I walked out onto the perch and dumped my things in the corner farthest away from where Daryl’s bed was. I walked back in the cell where Daryl still stood with his back leaned up against the foot of the bunks. I ignored him and grabbed the thin mattress on the bottom bunk. I gave it a hard pull and it hit the back of his knees making him stumble.

“What the hell ya think your doin’ girl?” he asked a bit startled.

“Moving my bed to the perch. You have a problem with that?” I didn’t care that I would be sleeping in the same space as Daryl. It would be far enough away from him for me to be comfortable and no longer in a cage if something like this happened again. I just couldn’t make myself sleep in that stupid cell or any of the others because they all looked the same. All small, gray, dirty and depressing.

“Yeah, I do.” He said grabbing the mattress stopping me from pulling it any father out of the cell than I already had.

“Deal with it.” I spat back and pulled the mattress out of his grip and onto the perch. I was slightly surprised when he didn’t make another move to stop me. I pulled the mattress to my designation in the corner and dropped it there. I turned to head back to my cell to grab my blanket and pillow and was met by Daryl with the second mattress from the cell. I watched him with my hands on my hips as he dropped it on top of the first one.

“Be more comfortable.” He explained awkwardly pointing at the mattress and I gave him a suspicious look.

“Thought you had a problem with me sleeping out here.”

“Don’t seem to be no stopping you. Might as well help.” I let him leave it at that and went to get my blanket and pillow. I tossed the pillow onto the bed then spread the blanket out. Daryl had already crawled into bed, but I could feel him watching me. I laid down and pulled the blanket over me. “Night.” I heard him say when I got settled and comfortable with my back facing him.

“Whatever.” I heard a quiet chuckle then the rustling if his blankets and he turned away from me. Despite not wanting to, for fear of more bad dreams, it was still dark out side and I quickly fell asleep.

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It felt like I had only been asleep for five minutes before I woke up in my usual style. I calmed myself and looked over to see Daryl putting on a sleeveless shirt. He cut his eyes over at me while buttoning it up. He probably thought that I was admiring his muscles, but he was wrong. Muscles meant strength and that terrified me. I wiped at the beads of sweat that had gathered on my head during my terror filled sleep and stood from my bed. I heard Daryl fiddling around with something while I made up my bed and once I was done I turned to see that he was sitting on his mattresses gluing new feathers to his arrows. He was paying no attention at all to me, which was a good thing. I had been getting way to much male attention here lately and having his eyes on me as well wouldn’t help me any.

Thinking of this made me realize that my outfit was showing a bit too much skin. So I dug through the small piles of my clothes that Beth had washed for me and went to my cell to change. I replaced my pink shorts with a pair of faded dark wash jean capris, switched my black tank top with a white one and put a green and yellow plaid button up shirt over it. I left the shirt unbuttoned and slipped on my boots, put my knife on my belt, tucked my gun into my waist band at my back. I walked out of the cell expecting Daryl to be gone, but he was still gluing feathers onto arrows.

“So you haven’t gone looking for your brother again?” I asked as I stood buttoning up my shirt in the doorway of my cell. He slowly turned to look at me then went back to fiddling with his arrows. I don’t know why the question left my mouth.

“Nope.” He answered still looking at his work so I couldn’t see his face. “Told ya I wouldn’t. Ya think I’m a liar?”

“No.” I answered walking over to the stairs. “I just find it hard to believe that someone would give up on their family like that.” I answered making him look up from his fletching tool.

“Why not? Didn’t you try to do the same thing?” I couldn’t answer that question, because he was right. I did try to give up on my father. “Besides this was just the last straw in a huge pile of fuck ups.” I abandoned the conversation and went down to the holding room where my dad, Rick, T Dog, Maggie and Glenn stood around the table talking. T Dog, Maggie and Glenn all gaped at my face.

“You’re going to catch flies with your mouths hanging open like that.” I said in joking manner that surprised all the people in the room, myself included. The smile I had on my face faded when I looked at my dad.

“How can you joke about this Bay?” he asked with a stern fatherly tone.

“Because if I didn’t I would die, literally.” I answered with all seriousness. He was still frowning at me, but I ignored him and turned to Rick and T Dog. “So what’s the plan for today?” I asked mainly to change the subject. Hershel walked out of a nearby cell and over to me. He didn’t say anything as he grabbed my chin and turned my face, examining it. “So is it as bad as it feels Doc.?” I asked and he shook his head.

He pressed around on my eye socket making me wince. “Nothing feels broken; it’s just bruised pretty bad. What happened?” he asked with narrowed eyes and I cut mine over at my dad and Rick. They both looked at me blankly.

“Tomas uh…well, he paid me a little visit last night.” I said cautiously. “Let’s just say he didn’t get what he wanted.” I added to clear it up a bit. Then threw in a question to lighten the mood. “What’s worse a fist to the eye or a knee to the nuts?” I added a little nervous laugh at the end. Hershel’s lips pulled into a hint of a smirk.

“Probably the knee.” He answered with a little laugh.

“Good, because this hurts like hell.” I said with a laugh then turned back to Rick, Dad and the others. “Where is Tomas anyway?” I asked and they said he was still in the cell and would be until they had the other cell block cleaned out. “So what happens then? We are just going to set him free again? After what he did to me?” I asked getting more and more outraged as I spoke. Dad put his hand on my shoulder giving me a silent signal to calm down. Rick said that once the prisoners were in their own cell block that they would make sure that they never came near our side. I doubted that, but I wasn’t going to stand there and argue with them. “Okay.” I said before Daryl joined the group. Rick, Maggie, Glenn and Daryl all went outside to get the prisoners. Leaving myself and Dad alone in the room. “Why aren’t you going with them?” I asked him and he replied that Rick had enough people going with him. I shrugged and sat down in an abandoned chair up against the wall. I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I waited for the group to be brought into the prison.

Once they were all inside, Rick retrieved Tomas. He didn’t have Tomas restrained in anyway, which only made me dislike Rick that much more. He was just allowing him to stroll through the cell block like it was nothing. As the two men walked by Tomas’s eyes met with mine making my skin crawl. He licked his lips and winked at me before he looked away and walked into the holding area with the rest of the men. Rick and the others gave the prisoners a lesson in killing walkers. I left after I heard Tomas declare that no one had to tell them how to kill a man.

I escaped to the perch and picked up my knitting in an attempt to calm the nerves that I had been fight to control all morning. But my wrists were still too sore and I had to put it down after one row. I didn’t know how I was supposed to live in this world. I was loosing hope before we found this place and what little I had left was shattered the day I met Merle. It seemed like I had been targeted by dirty, bad men since the world came to an end. First there was the guy from the crazy group that we met, then Merle and now Tomas. I didn’t know if I could handle him living in the next cell block, but I knew I had to try. For Dad, I would try.

Dad came walking up the stairs and made a funny face when he saw where my bed was. “What are you doing out here?” I saw his eyes move between the ten foot space between mine and Daryl’s beds. “Aren’t you a little too close to him?” I shook my head.

“If he was going to mess with me I think he would have done it a long time ago, and after last night I didn’t want to be trapped in a cell.” I realized then that I might be getting a small case of claustrophobia. Dads brows knit together as he sat down on the mattresses.

“Bay, I would think that after everything you had been through that you would stay away from men. Maybe you could bunk with one of the girls?” he suggested and I started picking at my cuts just to feel the pain.

“I am away from him, I’m close to the door and I’m not closed in. If something happens and I can’t get to the door I’ll jump over the rails.” He made a face. “I’ve jumped from higher before and I’m fine. Besides Maggie is with Glenn and Beth shares a cell with her father.” I said shutting down all his complaints.

“Well you could always stay with Lori.” He replied not giving up on me not staying up here. “She could probably use your company.”

“Dad, I’ve tried to keep Lori company before, she didn’t want it. She doesn’t like me and I don’t know if I’m that fond of her. I’m staying up here and you can’t change my mind so….” He just nodded sadly knowing that there was truly absolutely nothing that would change my mind.

“Well I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” No he wanted to make sure I hadn’t tried to cut myself again. “Why don’t you come down and be with everyone else?” I just shook my head and grabbed the book Maggie had given me and opened it to the first page.

“I’m fine. I’ll just stay up here and read.” I said holding it up and to my surprise he didn’t make me go with him. So I sat down and started reading about Zoey Redbird and her life as a vampire fledgling.

Hours later and halfway thought the book, Rick and the others came back without the prisoners. This didn’t make me any less ill at ease as I watched the others follow Daryl, Rick and T Dog out of the holding room from the perch. “They’re in their own cell block and I can assure you we won’t be having any problems with those three anymore.” Rick announced and Dad asked the question that came to my mind before I could ask it.

“Three? I thought there were five of them. What happened?” he asked sounding uneasy.

“They were stupid and didn’t listen to directions so they got bit. Its just Axel, Oscar and Tomas left.” He said matter-of-factly then he and Lori went into the holding area to talk in private.

Damn, I was hoping he would say that Tomas had gotten bit. So I turned around and headed back to my bed and kept on reading. I had finished a few pages before Daryl came walking up the stairs and tossed his dirty poncho onto the bed and started fiddling around with something as my father came walking up the stairs. “Hey, meet me outside I have something for ya.” He shared a look with Daryl before he walked away. I gave Daryl a questioning look but he just shrugged his shoulders, grabbed his quiver and bow and followed my father. I couldn’t help but wonder what they were up to as I sat down the book, pulled on my boots and went down after them.

When I got outside I found Dad and Daryl standing near the gate that led out into the yard. Dad had something behind his back and a plastic shopping bag was lying at his feet. “What’s goin’ on? You said you have something for me?” I asked when I got into earshot and Sean smiled at me making me give him a suspicious look.

“I was gonna wait for yer birthday, but now I’m not really sure when that is, and I thought you could use a pick me up.” Uh…okay? What was my father going to give me? I was actually getting a little excited and I let a small smile play on my lips. But it faded when he pulled an unstrung oak re-curve bow out from behind his back.

I had been hoping for a fully charged mp3 player or something cool from the old world like that, not a weapon that I didn’t even know how to use. “You got me a bow?” I asked trying to hide my disappointment, but it didn’t work and his smile wavered.

“Well, yeah. Ya need something with a bit a range, but isn’t super loud like yer pistol.” I guess he was right, but when I didn’t take it from him he glanced over at Daryl then kept on trying to persuade me to the bow. “Yer purty good with yer knife, but sometimes it’s best if ya don’t get too close to what yer tryin’ to kill.” He extended the bow out to me and I heaved out a breath as I took it.

“Okay fine, I’ll give it a chance.” It was a little heavier than it looked but not heavy enough to be uncomfortable to carry. “Where did you get this anyways?” I asked flipping it in my hands testing its weight.

“The same place I got my bow from.”

“I don’t remember you getting this.”

“I snuck it into the truck.” It was definitely a pretty bow, but I had absolutely no idea how to use it. My father had a hard time showing me how to use the gun, how was he going to show me how to use this thing?

“And you are going to show me how to use it?” I asked with a quirked brow and he rolled his eyes.

“No, Daryl is.” I raised both brows at him in astonishment. First he makes me dance with him then tells me that I need to stay away from him now he is having the man show me how to use the bow? He needs to make up his mind and decide if Daryl should be around me or not. I grabbed my father by his shirt sleeve and led him away from Daryl.

“Are you sure that is the best thing? I thought you wanted me to stay away from him.” He just shrugged and glanced at Daryl again.

“Ya know I can’t teach ya nothing, all we do is argue. Ya remember the last time I tried to teach ya something that was hands on.” He was right, the last time he tried to teach me something was a disaster. It was when I was sixteen. After hours of mom begging him to, he attempted to show me how to change a tire. After hitting him in the knee with the four way tire iron, twice, loosing two of the lug nuts and some how managing to cut my finger, he gave up and mom let him. But I still didn’t feel right about getting archery lessons from Daryl. “Besides everyone says that Daryl’s a good teacher when he wants to be.”

“Right, when he wants to be. Who said he wants to be a good teacher this time?” I asked sarcastically casting a glance of my own at the rough looking man.

“He says.” Ugh, like that was reassuring. “Will ya just trust me on this one?” I rolled my eyes and leaned my head back looking up at the cloudy sky as I thought about it. “Please?” he asked drawing it out pleadingly.

“Ugh, fine.” I said looking back at him. “But only because you said please.” I said pointing a finger at him making him laugh. For a split second things felt normal as we walked over to Daryl. Dad gave him the plastic bag and handed me the quiver before he walked back into the building. When he was gone I turned to where Daryl was standing. He looked like he was going to bust out laughing. “Shut up.” I said and started walking before I realized I didn’t know where I was going. I stopped and he smiled at me as he walked past me. “Not a word.” He chuckled making me feel like throwing my boot at him.

He led me around the building to where a wooden table had been leaned against the building. I watched as he took a piece of paper out of the plastic bag and secured it to the table with a thumbtack. The paper had a bright orange target on it with a black bull’s eye.

He walked back over to stand next to me as he pulled some stuff out of the bag and handed it to me. He let the bag fall to the ground and I held up something that looked like a leather bracelet. Attached to it were three strips of leather with what resembled finger tips from leather gloves attached to the ends. “What is this?” I asked still examining the thing.

He let out a breath as he took it from me. “It’s a shooting glove. Do you know which eye is your dominate one?” I told him I did and which eyes it was. He gave me the glove back. “Put this on your right hand so that it is covering your middle three fingers tips.” I did and he handed me another piece of leather. This one was a simple rectangle piece with a buckle attached to the top bottom and middle. He answered my question before I could even ask it. “It’s and arm guard. Keeps you from scraping the hide off of your arm if you forget to bend it when you shoot.” He explained and I put it on my left arm. I was struggling to do the buckles one handed. “Ya need help with that?” he asked and I ignored him, but after getting completely aggravated with it I huffed out a breath and held my arm out to him. I tried to ignore the slight contact his fingertips made with my forearm as he swiftly did the buckles.

When he was done he held his hand out for my bow and I handed it to him. “I’m assuming ya don’t know how to string it?” he asked thinking it was a dumb question. This, I actually did know how to do. I remembered seeing my grand father do it one time.

“Actually, I do.” I answered with a bit of a smart aleck attitude. I took the bow out of his hand, looped my leg between the limb of the bow and the sting and pulled the other limb down then slipped the string into the notch. I unhooked it from my leg and looked at the bow proudly then at Daryl who didn’t look impressed.

“Okay, smart ass.” He took the bow out of my hand. “That’s fine and all, but ya do that too many times and you’ll fuck up yer bow.” My smile faded. “This,” he held up a string with little leather squares on each end of it, “is called a stringer.” He showed me how to use it, which was a lot easier than having to stick the bow between my legs. He made me string, unstring, and string the bow again before he was satisfied that I knew what I was doing. “Okay, ya ready to learn how to shoot? Or do ya already know how to do that too?” he said with a little sarcasm and I smirked at him.

I pulled an arrow out of the quiver on my back. “How about I do what I think is right and you correct me if I’m wrong.” I suggested and his lips pulled up into the smirk I was becoming familiar with. I faced the target and put the arrow on the arrow rest as I nocked it.

“Wrong.” He said from behind me.

I let out an aggravated breath and dropped my head. “What did I do wrong?” I asked and he stepped up beside me with his chest touching my shoulder. I leaned away slightly so that he wasn’t touching me and he un-nocked the arrow.

“The cock feather has to be facing up” I choked on a laugh and covered my mouth with my gloved hand.

I snickered a little when he looked at me like I was a little kid laughing at someone for saying the word duty. “I’m sorry. Did you just say cock feather?” I asked with a red face embarrassed at myself.

He quirked an eyebrow and smirked at me. “Git yer head out of the gutter girl.” He flicked the plastic feather that was a different color than the other two. “It’s what that’s called.” I suppressed my smile as he nocked the arrow the right way. “Let’s see your stance.” He said and I stood with my feet shoulder width apart then pulled the bow back. “Wrong.” Why does that not surprise me? I let out yet another aggravated breath and eased the string back then looked at him waiting for him to correct me. “Do that again.” I pulled the string back again and he stepped closer to me making me uncomfortable. “I’m gonna have to touch ya, that alright?” he asked and I thought about it. He asked if he could, he didn’t just do it assuming it was alright and he hadn’t shown any signs of being violent or pushy before. So I decided that he could as long as it had to do with the lessons.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I answered and he grabbed my elbow and lifted it up.

“You want your elbow to be parallel with the arrow.” He grabbed my wrist and adjusted my hand so that my thumb was touching my mouth. “Use your mouth as an anchor.” I could feel his breath on my neck as he looked over my shoulder at my hands on the bow. It sent a tingle down my spine and it surprised me that I couldn’t figure out if it was a repulsive sensation or an inviting one. Either way I found myself wishing that I was wearing a turtleneck.

He slid his and over mine where it rested on the grip of the bow. I groaned inwardly ’does he really have to do that?’ “Ya don’t gotta have a death grip on the bow.” I loosened my hand under his and the bow wavered a bit. “But don’t be too loose either.” I tightened my grip again. “Relax.” ‘Kind of hard to relax with you standing so damn close’. I tried my best to relax despite his closeness and he stepped back when he thought my grip was right. “Okay now aim; take a deep breath then release.” I looked down the shaft of the arrow and placed the point of the arrow on the bull’s eyes of the target. I took deep breath then released both it and the string. The arrow hit the table with a thud and I relaxed from my stance. The arrow missed the bulls eyes but hit in the outer ring of the target. “Not bad. Do it again.”

I got back in stance and repeated all the steps in my head. Elbow parallel, anchored to mouth, relaxed grip, aim, deep breath, release. I let the arrow fly and it grazed the outside of the middle ring. I did this over and over getting lost in it. Finally when the table top was covered with arrows and I was down to my last one I took a deep breath and let it fly. It hit the bulls eye dead center and I jumped up and down in triumph before Daryl’s clapping reminded me that he was still behind me. I stopped jumping and turned to face him with my smile still on my face. “Sean wasn’t kiddin’ when he said ya’d be a natural.” Was that supposed to be a compliment? Either way it made me turn away to hide the blush that rose to my cheeks. “Now gather up yer arrows and let’s see if ya can do it again.” I walked over to the table and started trying to pull the arrows out, but I couldn’t. They were lodged in too deep.

After trying several times to yank the arrows out I turned to a smirking Daryl and glared at him. It only turned his smirk into a smile. Now that I thought about it, it was the first time I had seen him genuinely smile. It actually made him look a little…nice, but I forced that thought out of my head the second it entered it. “You knew I wouldn’t be able to get these didn’t you?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest as he walked over and started plucking them out like it was nothing.

He shrugged one shoulder before he cut his eyes over at me and smirked. “Maybe, but I might have just wanted to know how strong ya are.” He wanted to know how strong I am? Well maybe I should show him. I just stood there and watched him pull all fifteen arrows out. When he had them all out the reached over me and put them in my quiver. “What?” he asked when I didn’t start shooting again.

“You wanna know how strong I am?” I asked almost tauntingly and he just looked at me. I took his moment of confusion to slam my fist into his shoulder as hard as I could.

“Ouch, what the fuck?” he asked rubbing his bare shoulder and I couldn’t help the laugh that came out of me. “What was that for?”

“You wanted to know how strong I am.” I said innocently and walked back to take my stance. I expected him to say something or complain, but he didn’t and that kind of scared me. What if he was planning a way to get me back? I tried not to think about it as I made myself relax and push everything out of my head. My shot landed a little short of the bulls eye, but my next three hit it perfectly.

“Looks like you’ve got it. Now ya just have to see if ya can hit a movin’ target.” That didn’t sound nearly as relaxing as regular target practice. “But we’ll do that later. I’m goin’ back inside ya can stay and practice if ya want.” He pulled the arrows out of the table and I turned my back for him to put them in the quiver.

I spun around and looked at him. “You’re goin’ to leave me out here alone?” I asked because my father still didn’t want me to be left alone. He nodded like it was no big deal. “Um, I think I’ll go with you. Besides, I need you around to get my arrows back.” Ick did I just admit that I needed a man for something? I’ll have to work on my arm muscles. He continued walking to the prison as I picked up the stringer and pulled the tack out of the table. I stuck the things back into the bag and ran to catch up with him. “So Sean really said that I would be a natural?” I asked and he said that my father said that we had a long line of competition archers in our family. “Wow, I never knew that. I mean I watched my dad shoot every once in a while and I remember seeing bows at my grandfathers house, but I never knew that.”

He just grunted in response as we entered the prison. Everyone was sitting around the table eating rabbit that my father had killed. I hadn’t even seen him come in from the woods. “How’d archery lessons go?” Dad asked with a smile on his face.

“She’s a natural just like you said.” Daryl answered for me as he took his cross bow off and started putting meat on a plate. To my surprise he handed the plate to me then fixed another for himself. I didn’t say anything, because if he was going to be nice enough to dish it up I was going to be nice enough to accept it. But I did remind myself that I didn’t need him to do it for me. I sat down next to Dad and started eating the bland meat. Did these people not know how to use salt and pepper? I didn’t realize that I hadn’t eaten much and my stomach let out a hungry rumble before I started eating. Before I knew it I had finished the food despite the lack of taste. After that I sipped on the glass of water that sat beside my dad’s plate and listened to everyone else talk.

They were all talking about when they should go on a supply run and who all should go when they do, but I didn’t pay much attention to them. Instead I grabbed my bow, and bag of supplies and headed up to my cell where I unstrung the bow and propped it up in the corner before I headed to the perch, sat down on my bed and started reading again.

I got so caught up in the book that before I knew it, it was too dark to see the words. Daryl came walking up the stairs with a battery powered lamp in his hand. I tried to hide the fact that I was watching him as he pulled off the black leather vest he had been wearing and started unbuttoning the permanently dirty shirt that was beneath it. He looked up at me when he got to the bottom button and I snapped my eyes down to my hands and started picking at my bandages.

I know it was wrong of me, but I couldn’t help but admire him. He was the only man I had met since the end of the world that didn’t use his muscles for bad and hadn’t shown a particular interest in getting something from me. I hadn’t realized that I had started looking at him again until he cleared his throat and my eyes slid to his as heat rose to my cheeks. “Sorry.” I said quietly and distracted myself with rummaging through my things for something conservative yet comfortable to wear to bed.

I ended up grabbing a pair of sweat pants and a thin cotton t-shirt and went to my cell to change into them. When I came back out Daryl was lying in his bed with the covers pulled up to his chin. I slid into my bed facing him and did the same. “Night.” His gruff voice called and I said the same back before I turned away from him.

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The Movie Queen and Her Captain

Luna and Steve Rogers have a Harry Potter marathon and things get steamy.

"How is it possible for you to not even flinch during a horror movie? I mean, seriously? Not one jump scare got you," Natasha asked while we walked into the front entrance of our home; the compound. We had just finished watching A Nightmare on Elm Street at the theater; they had a Halloween special going on where they'd show older movies to get people in the mood for spooky season.

"Call me the queen of horror movies. Or movies in general. But technically I've already seen that one. At least I'm not the one who jumped when he had the longest arms on the planet," I replied.

"First of all, it weirded me out and second it was really disturbing. If I saw someone walking down the street with arms long enough to circle my entire body, I'd run too,"

"Except you wouldn't escape because it's a dream. It's the whole point of the story line. He kills you in your dreams. You wouldn't get very far either. That's his ultimate power, trapping you in dreams. Though I bet you could take him. You are the Black Widow after all," I argued.

"Still, it's going to give me nightmares and not the ones I normally get," She stated. As we neared the lounge, the smell of buttered popcorn hit my nose, both of us sneaking in the lounge to see what the boys were watching while wearing sweats. Peeking around the corner, I recognized the movie as The Exorcist, suppressing a giggle before catching Natasha's gaze. Her lips twisted in a wicked smile, the same idea coming to mind. Crouching low, we slunk to the couches, each picking a specific target; Nat's favorite person to scare was Tony, she always squealed in delight when he shrieked like a girl. I switched my targets each time, today's choice being Sam. I got Steve last week while he had been getting a glass of water in the middle of the night and I decided to go easy on him this week.

As the scene played on - the one in which the main character levitated - you could feel the tension in the air creating the perfect timing for us to launch out attack. Once the priests reached the third part of their chant, we sprung up and shouted 'BOO!', our hands landing on the intended targets. Popcorn and bowls flew into the air, shrieks - not screams - sounded around the room, making Natasha and I cackle with laughter.

"Oh my god! You should see your faces," I stated after Tony asked FRIDAY to turn on the lights.

"Why? Why do you two feel the need to scare people?" he complained, shooting us a glare. We laughed again and at his huff, we attempted to contain ourselves.

"Sorry, sorry. It's fun to do and the expressions on you guys right now are worth it. Don't forget it's spooky season, which is by far the best time to terrify anyone. If anything, it's your fault for putting on a scary movie creating the perfect opportunity to scare y'all anyway," Natasha said. She sat down on the couch beside Bucky, kissing him on the cheek. He blushed, draping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. I smiled, loving their relationship with each other. They had been dating for six months, their chemistry undeniable. I settled in between Steve and Thor, rubbing their arms to calm them down.

"I take it you had fun at the theater?" Steve asked me.

"Of course. Natasha got scared during some of the movie though," I responded.

"No, I didn't," I raised my eyebrows at Nat as if to say 'sure you didn't'. "Maybe a little. Anyways, are we going to finish this movie or not?" she commented.

"You two aren't going to scare us anymore right?" Sam asked.

"No more scaring. We promise," Nat and I said at the same time; it sounded a bit reminiscent of the twins from The Shining. The horrified looks on the guys' faces made us laugh before apologizing and saying we wouldn't do it again. Tony resumed the movie, most falling asleep before the credits rolled; the only ones still awake were Steve, Loki, Vision, and me. Lights flooded the room when the DVD menu popped up, causing the sleepers to squint their eyes tighter against the brightness.

"I guess it's a good time to call it a night. Let's head to bed. There's nothing much to do tomorrow anyway," Tony stated, yawning and stretching as he stood up. Each Avenger went separate ways to their rooms, some like Wanda and Vision and Bucky and Nat went to the same room together; others to their individual chambers. I had the good fortune to be escorted by Steve to mine as we were adjacent to each other on the same hallway.

"Thank you for walking me to my room," I told him, opening my door and switching on the light.

"No problem. Good night Luna," he told me.

"Night, Steve," I said, turning to go inside and change into my pajamas.

"Hey, uh, Movie Queen?" I heard Steve ask. My lips quirked into a small smile at the nickname.

"Yes? What can I do for you Spangly Man?" Steve chuckled, leaning against the door frame.

"You have all of the Harry Potter films right?"

"All on blu ray too. Why?"

"Would you want to do a marathon with me?"

"Tonight? It's a little late don't you think?" His smile faded at that and he turned to return to his room.

"How about tomorrow? We can start at 7 a.m. All the movies back to back equate to 18 hours and 20 minutes without the credits. It'll be around 1 a.m. when we finish but we still have to account for bathroom breaks and food," I offered, my words freezing him mid-step. He spun around to face me.

"Tomorrow. I'll meet you in the lounge at 7," he agreed, walking backwards to his room, hands in the pockets of his gray sweatpants. I smiled, closing my door to turn in for the night.

My alarm woke me at 6:30, giving me plenty of time to freshen up and change into a tank top and sweatpants before meeting Steve in the lounge with the 8 Harry Potter movie in tow. I found him with a bunch of pillows and blanket in his arms and arched an eyebrow.

"What do you have there?" I asked, curious to know what he was planning.

"Supplies for our marathon. I thought we should be ultra comfortable if we're watching all of these movies. Question. Would it be too bold of me to ask if we could move downstairs to the theater room? I don't want to be interrupted if the others walk through the lounge," he answered me.

"No, not at all. It'll be fun when it's only the two of us and I want you to have the full experience. Head on down. I'll grab a few drinks and snacks," I told him. Steve nodded and walked down the steps while I went into the kitchen. I got a bag of popcorn going while I pulled out water and a few cans of soda, placing them in a separate bowl. Emptying the popcorn into the second bowl I set out and tucking the movies under my arm, I grabbed both bowls and joined Steve in the giant theater room; blankets and pillows gathered on the massive couch. I handed Steve the popcorn bowl, pulling out a water for him and one soda for me; I stored the other drinks in the mini fridge for later. I set up the screen and DVD player, hitting play when the menu came up. Joining Steve on the couch, I shifted under one of the blankets.

"Are you excited?" I whispered, grabbing some popcorn.

"Definitely. It's going to be a fantastic date," His response stunned me and before I could say something, the first scene started up, silencing me.

Date? I didn't think he liked me in that way, I thought. Some part of me always hoped he might; I had developed a huge crush on him over the years but never made a move to ask him out. Believe me, I wanted to but every time I tried, I backed away from the subject too afraid of rejection and then have our friendship ruined. I remained silent through the first two movies and we took our first bathroom break before starting the third. I hesitated in pressing play, wanting to talk about what he said before the first movie.

"Steve?"

"Yes, Luna?"

"Nevermind. Let's get this next one going," I stated, once again chickening out and pressed play. More silence ensued, the occasional glance from me over at him to see if he was enjoying the movies; he definitely was, no surprise there. Our hands accidentally touched during the scene with the dementors before they went back in time to save lives. Halfway through the fourth movie, we decided to order in some Italian food for dinner, resuming the movie after it arrived. Tears were shed from me at Cedric's death, Steve moving closer to console me by rubbing my shoulders. During the fifth, the air conditioning came on and I tried to refrain from shivering despite the blanket draped over my body.

"Are you cold?" he whispered. I shook my head and continued to silently suffer. My body betrayed me half an hour later, shivering more when it became unbearable.

"You're cold. Come here and snuggle with me," Steve whispered, moving the bowl of popcorn he made before starting the Order of the Phoenix. I slid into his side, letting him drape an arm over me. I melted into the warmth, burying myself closer to him.

"You're an icicle. Why didn't you say something earlier?" he asked, keeping his voice low so he didn't miss any important dialogue.

"I didn't want to bother you," I whispered. He hugged me tighter and released me when it was time to switch out the DVDs. We took another bathroom break before getting Half-Blood Prince started, this one wasn't a favorite of mine and I considered it slower paced than the others.

Coming back from the bathroom, I took up my original spot much to Steve's disappointment.

"I'd like to keep cuddling with you please," he told me. I had to admit I liked his arms around me and slid back into him; our bodies meshed together like two puzzle pieces. As the movie progressed, I noticed we were both a little restless, occasionally tracing small patterns on each other's legs.

"Luna?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I...Would it be alright if I kissed you?" Steve asked. I swiveled my head to look up at him, shocked at the question. Say yes. Tell him you want him to kiss you, I thought.

"Yes. You can kiss me. Please, kiss me," I answered. Steve leaned in, his lips brushing lightly over mine. They were soft, a bit salty from the popcorn but also warm like the rest of him. The movie seemed muted while we held the kiss for a few minutes, breaking away. He didn't waste any time after the first kiss to press his mouth back to mine, devouring me, his hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. My hands gripped his shirt tightly, the same urgency for him to do anything he pleased to me. Taking my movements as an invitation, he removed his hand from my hair and gripped my hips; he lifted me onto his lap, those callused hands moving to hold me buy shoulders. We kissed more fervently, our tongues tangling with each other. Soon he moved his heated lips to my neck, finding a spot to suck on, a soft moan escaping my lips. He brushed them over my collarbone, his fingers snaking down and under the hem of my tank top. Steve lifted it off my head, tossing it to the floor. He unclasped my bra next, exposing my breasts to the cold air. My nipples perked up, capturing his attention, the pads of his thumbs brushing lightly over them before he lowered his mouth to latch onto one.

I arched into him, the sensation of his tongue swirling around it, arousing me, wetness pooled at my center, my hips moving against him. The friction I caused as I did this made his length harden only making me want more of him. I slipped my hands under his shirt and lifted it up, pausing his actions to get the fabric off his body. Next, I got off him to pull down his sweatpants and also removing mine. I straddled him again, dry humping him, my lips attaching to his neck, my hands in his soft hair.

Steve flipped me so I laid flat against the couch, his lips finding mine, his fingers sliding under the flimsy material of my underwear. He stroked my folds, my hips moving to ride his fingers; a low moan erupted when he inserted two of them inside me.

"Oh, god. Steve..." I whimpered, my hands gripping his back, nails digging in his skin. He grunted against the sharp pain, removing his fingers to rip off my underwear, deciding to the material was in the way. I moved my hands down to push down his boxers, freeing him completely. Taking him in my hands, I stroked his cock, groans of pleasure coming from his lips. He got up to remove them completely and used his knee to spread my legs wider, lining up at my entrance.

"I'm going to ask you this once. Are you positive you want to do this?" he asked, the bright blue of his irises darkening with lust.

"Yes. I want to. I'm sure," I replied, pulling his face down to kiss him. He sheathed himself deep inside me and I moaned into his mouth at the sensation. He pumped in and out slowly, our breath quickening, moans and groans echoing around the room. Something must've caught his attention because he paused, a confused look on his face.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Why is everyone crying and lighting the sky with their wands?" he answered. I turned my head to the movie screen and saw we had missed an important death.

"Oh, Dumbledore died. Snape killed him," I replied.

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah, it's really sad," I told him, pulling his face back to kiss him.

"Right. Sorry. I'll continue," he said, his thrust hard and rough, something I had hoped I'd experience one day with him. I climaxed first, reaching another one when he climaxed. He pulled out, allowing me to switch to the next movie. I came back to him, his muscular arms pulling me into his lap. Steve secured me with one arm tight around my waist, the other spreading my legs to work me with his fingers until I reached a third orgasm.

"Steve..."

"Sh. You've seen these before. Let me play a little longer. You screaming my name is the sweetest thing I've heard all day," he told me, teasing my swollen clit with his thumb. My legs quaked each time he pushed me over the edge, throughout the first part of the Deathly Hallows. During the last movie, I had my turn playing with him, teasing him through important parts so he could pay attention. I paused the movie before the big battle and got on my knees in front of him, taking his cock in my mouth. He gasped, head thrown back as my tongue explored every inch, bringing him over the edge and swallowing when he exploded into my mouth. I sat beside him, his arms pulling me close to him.

"This has been a wonderful date, don't you agree?" he whispered, my lips curling into a smile.

"I agree. We should do this more often," I told him.

"Next week sound good?"

"That will be perfect," Once the final movie ended, we got dressed and returned to our rooms.

"Spend the night?" he asked. I nodded, entering his room. We climbed in, snuggled close and fell asleep, drifting off to a beautiful dream world.

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seouledbysisi · 5 years ago

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Moonlit

Chapter 1

Sapphire made her way through the crowd of people who had come to witness the live performance of a young artist named Marteen.

He was a huge hit among the younger demographic so it was only right that she and her business partner would arrange for him to perform. She was amazed at how many people had actually shown up. Moonlit always had a full house but they had surely reached capacity on tonight and there were still people fighting to make their way in.

“Ma'am, I don't think we can let anyone else in.” One of the security guards stopped her.

Sapphire took a look around. There wasn't an empty spot on the dance floor.

“Well do your job then. No more people unless others start to leave.” She nodded and walked away.

She smiled to herself. She was absolutely proud of how big her night club had gotten. She never imagined that she and her best friend would turn nothing into something but she assumed that hard work did pay off sometimes. Dreams really did come true.

The bass boomed. Their DJ was always on point and knew just how to keep the crowd interested. She walked upstairs to the VIP section so she could greet the special guest of the night. She was trying to wait it out so that she and Riley could talk to him together but she was running late and she didn't want to keep Marteen and his people waiting.

You know you're the reason we're late, right?” Riley rolled her eyes as she sped through the streets of Vegas trying to make it to the club. Sapphire had already been blowing up her phone.

“I mean, if I'm going to get a chance to meet Marteen I need to look drop dead gorgeous. Beauty takes time.” Chaeyoung fixed a loose curl as she stared at herself in the mirror.

Riley exhaled loudly. “The way I'm feeling you might not meet him tonight.”

Chaeyoung rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Isn't this like my graduation gift?”

“You haven't even graduated yet little tike. Talk to me in three months.” She parked and they headed through the back door which was coded.

Sapphire reached her hand out. “Hi, nice to meet you all. My business partner and I truly appreciate you coming tonight and gracing our stage with your talent.”

Marteen lowered his shades so he could get a better look at her. “Where's your business partner?”

Sapphire swallowed hard. “She had an emergency and she's really sorry that she's not here to greet you with me.”

Marteen looked around her. “Saved by the bell.”

Sapphire turned around to see Riley and Chaeyoung. She gave Riley the death glare but most she was just glad that she had finally made it.

Riley

Chaeyoung

I'm so sorry. Riley mouthed to her.

“I'm sorry for my tardiness. I'm Riley and this is my little sister, she's a huge fan of yours!” Riley introduced herself.

Chaeyoung stepped in front of her. “You could say I'm the reason you're here tonight.” She winked in his direction.

Marteen grabbed her hand gently and kissed the top of it. “Well thanks for getting me here, gorgeous.”

Riley pulled her away. “Okay, that's enough of that because you have a show to get ready for.”

Chaeyoung shook her head and left from the VIP section.

Sapphire nodded at Marteen and his posse and followed out as well.

“You know she's just looking out for you, right?” Saph smiled beside Chaeyoung.

“I'm not a baby, I don't need her treating me like one. You either!”

Saph took a deep breath. “You'll always be our baby whether you like it or not. Guys like him don't always play nice. She just doesn't want you to be another number on his list.” She tipped her chin.

“So am I supposed to stay single forever?” Chaeyoung asked. She was tired of them treating her like a child.

“Not forever!” Saph laughed and grabbed her hand to pull her to a better view of the stage.

Riley finally caught up with them. “Why is it that when I have that same exact conversation with her she tunes me out?”

Sapphire placed her arm over Riley's shoulder. “Every little sister is rebellious sometimes, just embrace it.”

Marteen rocked the house and the crowd went wild.

Finally the club was closing but of course Riley and Sapphire had to stay behind with the rest of the staff to attend to operational business.

“Well tonight was a win!” Riley exclaimed.

“It could be so much bigger though.” A man said from behind them.

Sapphire and Riley turned around fast to an unknown voice.

“Sir, we're closing up!” Riley told him quickly.

“Where is security? I pay you all to make sure that no one is still in here after closing, how freaking hard is that?” Sapphire yelled a bit out of frustration.

The guy stepped a bit closer. “No no, I was here because I've heard so much about this club so I had to check it out myself. Let me introduce myself, please?”

Sapphire stepped back a little. “You have five minutes, sir.”

“All I need because what I tell you, I'm almost certain you're going to want in.”

“Chop chop, time is ticking.” Riley added as she snapped her fingers.

The man took a deep breath. “My name is Lee Minho and I'm a business investor. Basically what that means is I invest money in lucrative businesses and help them expand. With me on your team this club could be international. Am I sparking some interest?”

Sapphire and Riley looked at one another quickly. “Keep talking.” They said at the same time.

“I've been researching this club for a while because one of my colleagues told me about it and what y'all have is something special and I believe it could be a big hit in Seoul if not bigger than it is now. I could set you up with the right people to get this started.”

Riley stared at him for a moment. “So you expect us to just uproot our business all the way to Seoul?”

“No, not at all. I expect you to expand your business to Seoul and profit off of both locations. Y'all give small artist a voice and you give young people the chance to see bigger artist perform when they probably wouldn't get another chance to. You could be giving the same thing to the Seoul market. There are a lot of thriving artist that would love to be on one your stage and there's plenty of starving artists who just need a platform to be heard. You could be that platform.” Minho explained.

“This all sounds good but I need numbers. How much are you trying to profit off of us?” Sapphire spoke honestly as she tapped her fresh manicured nails against the table.

Minho chuckled. He wrote a number down and slid it across the table to them.

Riley and Sapphire both examined the piece of paper.

“Send me a contract with all the information and we'll have our attorney look it over.” Riley told him with a stern look on her face.

“By the way, if any illegal actions are involved with this club idea you can count us out now. We built this business on hard work and I refuse to allow anybody to mess that up. Also if we find out that there is some illegal connections involved we will cut you out the deal, so don't cross us.” Sapphire explained.

“I completely understand. I'm just doing my job and trying to help you become bigger. I promise there is no funny business.” He grabbed his things and stood up. “I'll send you over my information tomorrow. Time waits for no one.”

Chaeyoung ran over to them. “So, we're moving to Seoul or what?” She was too excited.

Riley snickered. “WE might be moving there, you on the other hand should be focused on finishing high school.”

“So you're just going to leave me here?” Chaeyoung's feelings were hurt.

Riley sighed. “I can't just up and take you with me. Mom has to make that decision and I'm certain that she's probably not even going to be okay with me leaving.”

Chae crossed her arms. “After I graduate she can't stop me. Can't y'all wait until then?”

“Nothing is set in stone, Chae. We may not be going anywhere. Let's just cross that bridge when we get to it.” Riley reassured her.

“If you go, you have to make sure I'm there too. I could go to college there. Mom can't say no to that, right?” Chae was trying to find logical explanations for getting to Korea.

Sapphire nodded her head. “Sounds like the best excuse to get out of this place, surely she won't turn down you furthering your education.”

“Better start filling out applications then.” Riley rubbed her shoulder.

Chaeyoung's mouth curled into a mischievous grin. “Already ahead of you. I'm just waiting on Hongdae University to contact me back. Plus I applied to some others too.”

“Really, Chae?” Riley was a bit shocked.

“We've always talked about going to Korea, I hope you didn't take me for a joke.”

Sapphire smiled. “Korea is not ready for us!”

Riley rolled her eyes with a small smile. “Nothing's set in stone, guys.”

#short story #fanfic #marteen #ph-1 #h1ghrmusic #mkit rain #bad boy loo #bloo #haon #club #k hiphop #r&b artist #soft hours

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caffeine-catastrophe · 6 years ago

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Go the Distance! CH. 2!

click here for chapter one!

A/N: Thank you so much for such a positive response to the first chapter! It made my day to see all the reviews. Please keep them up :) There were a few questions about what a grant is, and some confusion over the general plot of this story, so I will do my best to give y'all some context. The rest will be revealed later on in the story, I promise.

A grant is defined as "a sum of money given by a government or other organization for a particular purpose. ie: a research grant". The one mentioned in this story is being offered for the sole purpose of giving young people a chance to pursue their dreams and aspirations, without having to kill themselves working three jobs like the rest of us do in real life.

Some other things: the gang is about the same age, a year or two out of high school (in my mind, L is 19 - coincidentally the legal drinking age where I live - N is 20, and G and E are 21 ish). None of them are in college at the moment, because student loans mean interest and none of them really want to (or are able to) deal with the future repercussions of that. Their individual career paths and aspirations will be discussed further into the story.

I hope you like the second chapter! The next one is already done, so I'm going to finish the one after that before I publish it!

Go the Distance

Three days, four million dollars, and a cross-country road trip that will change their lives for good. OR: The Dreyar Grant for Brighter Futures is a prestigious scholarship granted to only the most deserving of candidates, but even miracles don't come without a price.

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... And a thousand years would be worth the wait It might take a lifetime, but somehow I'll see it through...

"Thank you all for coming," Ms. Strauss begins cheerfully, seating herself at one end of the large conference table situated in the centre of the room. She gestures for the four trailing awkwardly behind her to take a seat on either side of her. Lucy finds it increasingly hard to concentrate as Ms. Strauss begins to brief them on the legalities of the grant. She hands her the envelope containing her high school transcript and photocopied version of her passport, and watches in a zombified stupor as the others do the same. "I'll send these to HQ in Crocus to double check your eligibility, but for now I'm going to assume you're all wonderful people and take your word for it," Mirajane continues in a humoured tone that does nothing to relieve the tension in the air.

"Now tell me, what do you four know about Mr. Dreyar?" Ms. Strauss asks. "I assume you all did your research," she continues, raising an amused eyebrow. Lucy can't help but think this is some kind of test. She exchanges a quick glance with the rest of her companions, each shifting uneasily in their seats. Erza seems to have disappeared into her hair again; even Natsu is looking a little bit less confident about 'having this'. Lucy waits for one of the other three to speak up, before looking nervously back at Ms. Strauss, who – Lucy notices with a jolt – is looking directly at her.

"Ms. Heartfilia? You seem like you might have something to say," Ms. Strauss says with an encouraging smile. Lucy bites her lip. She always was terrible at public speaking. You're a high school graduate with a theatre diploma and English honours, Lucy. Get it together.

"Mr. Dreyar is a so-called legendary business mogul worth approximately 64 billion dollars," Lucy begins slowly, glancing quickly at Ms. Strauss for confirmation. The woman gives her a small smile and Lucy continues, "He was an Ivy League student that originally wanted to be in law, but after a few years of schooling he had a change of heart. He dropped out to pursue a degree in business, and by the time he graduated he had sold two successful companies and had a net worth of 1.2 million dollars."

"Very good, Lucy," Ms. Strauss says, smiling. "Anyone else?" She looks over at Gray, who clears his throat reluctantly. "He never married but has taken in many apprentices over the years and treats them like they are his blood. He acts like a sponsor to ensure they become successful, and then takes a small percentage of their annual income once a year until he has been paid back."

"Not only that, but now that all of his so-called children have grown up and are able to stand on their own, rumour has it that he's looking for a new group of young people to mentor," Natsu jumps in enthusiastically, nudging Erza beside him, who rolls her eyes good-naturedly.

"Rumour has it, that's us," she finishes quietly in a voice that's tinged with equal parts exasperation and excitement.

"Rumour has it, indeed," Ms. Strauss responds vaguely, eyes roving over the group in what almost seems like approval. "Now, on to business," she says abruptly, disturbing the air of quiet anticipation that has settled over the four young adults. "Mr. Dreyar, while a brilliant man, can be quite… eccentric. Rather than handing the grant over to you at this moment, he has insisted that the four of you join him in Crocus in three days' time so that he can assess your eligibility in person. This means the four of you will have to acquire your own methods of transportation and lodging, should you choose not to travel there via aeroplane. Hotel rooms will be provided for you once you arrive, of course. He has written you into his schedule this Thursday at noon. Any questions?"

When Ms. Strauss finishes speaking, the only sounds in the room are the quiet ticking of an analog clock by the door and the muffled din of traffic outside.

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The group is silent as they file out of the room en route to the elevators. They stand awkwardly as they wait for the car, each lost in thought. Erza is tugging on her hair again while Gray and Natsu furrow their brows in the same tense expression, which Lucy might've found amusing if she didn't also find herself so unbelievably screwed. No one says a word until the elevator doors open with a soft ding and close behind them with another muffled thump.

"So, we're pretty much screwed," Natsu echoes Lucy's thoughts, ever the spokesperson. "Flying expensive, and I don't know about you guys, but the reason I applied for this scholarship is that I couldn't afford to splurge on a plane ticket if I wanted to."

"Yup," Gray lets out stiffly, exchanging a loaded glance with Erza that Lucy can't quite decipher.

"However," Natsu continues, "I've driven down to Crocus a few times for soccer games in the past, and I'm sure my dad wouldn't mind us borrowing his van since there's a chance we'd be coming back with a total of four million freaking dollars." He sends a silly look in Lucy's direction, reflected in the polished gold of the elevator still counting down from 14, and she lets out a tense laugh. She takes a deep breath, feeling the tension of the group lift for a brief moment. "If you guys are okay with chipping in for gas money and splitting the cost of a few nights in a hotel, we could spend the next few days driving down to Crocus in time for the meeting," Natsu suggests, raising his eyebrows at the other three expectantly. There's a pause, and then Gray breathes a sigh of relief.

"I mean, that's actually a pretty good idea. I've got my license too, so I could take turns driving if you'd like," Gray offers.

"Same here," Lucy chimes in, and Erza nods in agreement.

"Does that mean you're in?" Natsu asks eagerly, turning to Lucy, who turns to Erza. The two exchange a look, raising hesitant eyebrows as if to reassure each other that going on a spontaneous road trip with two strange guys won't end with getting themselves killed. Girls need to stick together, after all. Then again, Lucy's been through worse and while Erza may look demure, she also seems like the type of person to kill someone in their sleep. Lucy sets her jaw determinedly and gives Erza a little wink. The other girl smiles nervously in response. The world spins a little as the elevator settles, and when the doors finally open with another soft ding, Lucy turns back to Natsu with a grin.

"We're in."

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"This one's a little more out of the way, but it's a lot cheaper," Gray suggests an hour later. The group of four have made their way over to a café down the block in order to iron out their plans for the weekend. Lucky for them, Natsu had his laptop in his dad's car that's parked across the street, and they've all crowded around the small table in the corner of the shop, each trying to get a better look at the screen.

"Is it going to be safe, though?" Lucy asks concernedly from behind him. "Family-owned inns usually have lower budget security systems, if you know what I mean."

"Nah, it looks fine," Natsu reassures her, reaching over Erza's plate of strawberry shortcake to pull the laptop closer to him. "It's got a ton of reviews, and all of them say it's clean and relatively safe, see?" he says, pulling it up on the screen for her to check.

"We'll go with that one in Acalypha, then," Erza says resolutely, jotting down the phone number and address in the little notebook Lucy had stashed in her purse at the meeting.

"I can call them later tonight when I call the place in Hargeon to book the rooms," Gray suggests, taking a picture of the page with his phone.

"We did it!" Lucy cheers, flipping back to add it to the PowerPoint Natsu and Gray insisted they create in honour of their 'Road Trip'. Boys. "Looks like we've got it all sorted out then! Where and when do you guys want to meet tomorrow?" she asks, leaning back and nudging the laptop closer to Natsu, who's straining to get a better look over Gray's head.

"I can pick everyone up in the morning," Natsu offers, grinning at her in thanks, and her heart stutters at the easy way he leans across her lap to save the document and shut down his laptop.

"Around 10, then?" Erza suggests, chewing savagely as she stuffs the rest of cake in her mouth. Lucy is kind of surprised at how passionate Erza is about dessert. Never mind how gentle she usually is, she nearly tore off Gray's arm when he came close to knocking it off the table while scuffling with Natsu over the PowerPoint font.

The group confirms the time, each pulling out their phones to add each other on social media. The boys create a group chat with a reminder for their plan tomorrow, aptly naming it 'The Four Million Dollar Road Trip'. Erza and Gray live in the same direction, so they quickly gather their things and head to the train together, casting apprehensive glances at the overcast sky. Apparently, Gray is a last-minute packer and Erza admits to being that chick that brings four suitcases in the name of being 'prepared'. They need all the time they can get.

Natsu and Lucy, on the other hand, take their time packing up. Lucy is organized to a fault and Natsu doesn't seem to be too concerned about getting home right away, so they fill the café with their chatter until they forget that the sunshine surrounding them isn't coming in through the window. When it starts to get dark outside, the conversation turns to their homes and families. They are surprised to discover that they live in the same neighbourhood; his building is just down the block from hers. She learns his sister Wendy takes dance classes and sings off-key in the shower, and in turn she tells him all about her golden retriever, Plue, who used to follow her to school every day in the third grade.

By the time they are ready to leave, the rain has started and the lightning makes the sky look like it may have cracked open in the downpour. And if Natsu is pleased to hear that Lucy has forgotten her umbrella and may need to join him for the car ride home, well, he doesn't say a thing.

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I based Makarov's backstory on Mark Zuckerberg lmao. He's a controversial person, for sure, but useful when it comes to needing rich entrepreneur character backgrounds.

Comments? Questions? Reactions? Drop me a review!

See y'all soon!

#fairy tail #nalu #gray fullbuster #erza scarlet #team natsu #fanfiction #IMaketheMonsters #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia

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lunalopierce · 6 years ago

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LA LA BABY| Chaotic Four

WHO:Iris, @oliver-puckerman, @gioharper, @stephaniepills WHAT: The four friends find themselves finally in California where some... things, happen on the first day Feelings emerge, lollipops are taken away, and someone makes another damn sex joke

STEPHANIE:

The plane ride went smoothly, none of any of the four teens luggage had gotten misplaced, and they didn't need to wait too long for the Ubber to head to her apartment. It wasn't anything super fancy but it was the teens home away from home, and it helped that after that one ubber trip they'd be able to use the car her mom left there for her.

As they pulled up to the building, and got all their stuff out, she pushed through her bag to find her house keys. "You guys all know once we drop this stuff off, we need to go food shopping, cause I don't think i have any food here." She said truthfully, pushing her hair behind her ear looking between the group. "And with it being the four of us, it's probably better for a cosco run and not a target run"

OLIVER:

If there was one thing Oliver hated more than anything, it was being on a plane for long periods of time. He had always had a fear that the one time he actually flew anywhere would be the time the plane would malfunction and go down. He knew it was a fear that was likely never to happen, but he couldn't control how far his imagination would take him. Happy when the aircraft finally touched down in LA, Oliver could finally relax a bit more and really let his vacation start. Going down to pick up his bags, the young man laughed with his friends as they made their way through the airport.

Before he knew it the four of them had finally reached Steph's apartment. It had felt like a lifetime has gone by since the last time any of them had come to visit her, but it still gave the feeling of a long lost home. "Yeah, I really wouldn't trust any food that may have been left here before you moved back home. Though are you sure? Since I'm sure majority of the time we might be eating out. What with sightseeing and Disney. Are we even going to be here often enough to cook ourselves dinner?"

GIO

The trip to LA was uneventful - he'd flown to and fro New York a couple of times when he went to Columbia, but he wasn't able to get any sleep the night before their flight. Though he won't be admitting it out loud any time soon, he was excited. So, he spent the four-hour flight time dozing off. A groggy Gio wasn't really pleasant company, but by the time they'd arrived at Stephanie's LA home, he was up and fully awake.

"Costco's much better," Gio agreed as he plopped his bags on the carpet - he never frequented LA, he never really found amusement parks fun and entertaining, but he'd take every opportunity to go out with his friends before they inevitably part ways. "We should do a bit grocery shopping, y'know - for domesticity, or when Oliver's stomach starts grumbling in the middle of the night," he grinned. Despite his suggestion, however, he sat down on the couch, slumping lazily against the seat.

IRIS

This was the first time she was going on a trip without her family. Sure had gone to summer camps since she was in elementary school and some of those included sleepaway camps; but those were only a few towns over and not a few states. And surely not more than a few days. This trip meant everything to her. Being the youngest in the group she was scared that when everyone went off to college they’d all lose time for her-- so this was the best way to gather whatever time they had left before that happened. A trip away from drama and a trip away from their parents so they could just be kids and have fun and not worry about anything or anyone.

Once in Steph’s apartment she dropped her bags along with everyone else's before dropping herself to the floor. Instantly she made herself comfortable, swinging around to lay on the floor, throwing her legs up to rest on the other side of the couch. “Costco is best, we definitely need at least munching food when we’re not eating out or when we want to grab something on the way out. Also drinks.” She nodded, looking up at everyone. “Oh, also, Costco has those taste testing sample people out.”

STEPHANIE

Stephanie rolled her eyes instantly at Oliver, but laughed "I am not door dashing every night when we're here Oli. And Iris is right free samples for days at Cosco." She put her bag ontop of her suitcase before walking into the kitchen, trying to see what she had left in the cabinets before heading home after her show was unfortunately canceled. Pulling her phone out of her back pocket she started making a list. "Does anyone have any special request that are must for the next week and a half or are we just gonna be four seventeen and eighteen year olds braving cosco without a list? "

OLIVER:

Rolling his eyes at how his friends picked on him, Oliver followed Stephanie into the kitchen, pulling open cabinets as he went. "I think we should plan a few nights out. I have an idea of what I'm going to make you for our date, but I don't have to write that down. Maybe a few pizzas we can bake, stuff Gio and I can barbecue, chips and soda. Other than that im not sure what all we'll want." Finally leaning against the counter, Oliver slung an arm around her shoulders as he watched her write down the things he mentioned.

GIO:

If Gio had bothered looking back, he would've noticed the dynamic between Stephanie and Oliver changing slightly. "We need to make a grocery list, I think," Gio shrugged, playfully resting his feet across Iris' legs. "It'll be a damn disaster, otherwise. Unless you want to spend half of the day at Costco." Frankly, he wouldn't mind. Costco was magical.

IRIS:

“We’d up buying crap we aren’t going to eat if you don’t make a list.” Iris threw in, knowing the four of them would run around grabbing whatever they wanted and end up spending hundreds of dollars. She sent a glare towards Gio, kicking her legs to annoy him but ultimately didn’t care. She was too comfortable to move. “Oh oh oh! Add candy to that. Specifically lollipops.” She said, reaching into her shorts pocket and yes, pulling out a lollipop, unwrapping it and popping it in her mouth.

STEPHANIE:

As everyone talked, Stephanie was quickly typing the list into her phone, leaning back on the counter, a small smile crossing her lips when Oliver draped his arm over her. "You're saying as if being at costco all day wouldn't be a good time Gio" She said with an eye roll, and typed in Lolipops to the list.

OLIVER:

"Iris..I think it might be time we had an intervention about your addiction to lollopops. It's not healthy for someone of your size to consume that much sugar in a day." As he smirked in Iris' general direction, he couldn't help but give Steph a knowing smile as he nodded towards the pair. He couldn't take how adorable they seemed as they flirted with each other. "Do you guys want me to make us french toast before we leave tomorrow?"

GIO:

"I'll help you," Gio offered, his head lolling back to the edge of the couch to grin at Oliver, "And the Iris and Steph can cook dinner!" It seemed like a fair idea. "I'm kinda craving mac and cheese for dinner tonight. And, hm, a bunch of drinks," he added. "And no lollipops for Iris, nobody wants you to start jumping all over the place 'cause of all the sugar you're consuming."

IRIS:

Iris pulled the lollipop out with a pop, a pout adorning her face. “That’s rude. I have the perfect amount of sugar intake. Just because I’m tinier than all of you and it effects me more, doesn’t mean I have a problem. I can stop whenever I want to.” She shrugged, turning to Gio and pointing the lollipop at him. “You touch this, and you die.” She muttered towards him, a grin still adorning her face. Before calling out to the other two. “Yeah, we can make chicken or something in return.” She shrugged, popping the lollipop back in her mouth.

STEPHANIE:

Stephanie put an x2 next to the lolipops, knowing that just the fact it would piss off the both the boys. "Leave hear alone, we're all gonna end up on a sugar high either now or at disney so y'all need to calm yourself." She pushed up off the counter and walked out to the living room, and looking between the two on the couch. "Do you two wanna stay here and just send myself and oliver to get the stuff?"

OLIVER:

Watching as Stephanie wrote down two bags of suckers for his smaller blonde friend, Oliver made a mental note to be sure to take them out of the cart while she wasn't looking. He knew she meant well, but it really wasn't healthy for Iris to have a sucker in her mouth 24/7. "I'll leave her alone the day the two of them finally get together. Then Gio can take over for the both of us, and control his girlfriend. Maybe he can give her something else to suck on." He mentioned as he wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

GIO:

Gio let out an undignified squawk at Oliver's sexual innuendo, "Jesus Christ," he choked out, not really knowing whether to laugh or cry. If it had been somebody else, he would've went with it, no doubt, but it was Iris. Iris was different. Gio could feel the heat in his cheeks rising, and he attempted to will it away by sitting up and reaching down to pry the lollipop from Iris' mouth, "Get that shit off, or else Oliver will start spewing weirder shit!"

IRIS:

She was ready to die. Right then and there, bury her under the sofa, say nice things about her, she wanted to die. Sure, everyone was used to Oliver’s weird perversion to make sexual jokes but this one just felt different. Any moment now her life could fall apart with a few simple words and she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. She sat up, legs falling to the floor as she peered over at Oliver. “You’re a jackass.” She said, gasping in protest as she felt the candy leave her mouth. “Hey! Give that back! I don’t care what he says, he can go suck a dick for all I care.” She protested, climbing onto the couch and reaching over him to grab at her lollipop.

STEPHANIE:

Stephanie's eyes just widened at Oliver's comment. Yeah she had heard them before but it was never that extreme or about the elephant in the room. She pushed her hair behind her ear just watching everything. "Kay I'll let you two fight over the lolipop and.." she grabbed her bag as she spoke "you two can deal with what just happened with Oliver not having a filter some times." She debated on grabbing Oliver's hand but didn't and just hoped he was gonna follow her.

OLIVER:

You would think his friends didn't know he had no filter when it came to this subject. One thing that had yet to change in his growing up was the fact that he used his inexperience in sex as a way to make light of a situation. Truth be told, and he would rather die than let Iris and Gio know, but their threesome had actually been his first time. Maybe it was his defense mechanism, but he did feel bad about what he said when he saw the look on Iris face. "I'm sorry ris. That was uncalled for." Watching as Stephanie left out the front door, Oliver silently followed as he pulled the door closed behind him.

GIO:

Gio grunted in annoyance, stretching his arm upwards, far away from Iris' reach. "What the hell, get off me," he complained, trying to ignore the way his heart was beating wildly against his chest - Stephanie and Oliver were off somewhere doing god knows what, and they were alone. The asshole part of him thought how hilarious popping the lollipop into his mouth would be (and see the look of infuriation and shock on Iris' face), so he did, a shit-eating grin on his face. "'S mine now."

IRIS:

Iris just glared back at Oliver before putting her focus back on the task at hand. If there was one thing she took seriously, it was her lollipops; she didn’t eat many different kinds of candy, and lollipops were always her go to whenever she wanted something sweet. She shook her head, still trying to reach the lollipop, not hearing the door close behind them. “Dude what the fuck.” She exclaimed, reaching forward and grabbing hold of the stick, mimicking his movements moments prior. “You do know that has my salvia all over it?” Iris questioned, giving it tug , not caring she was all but hovering over him.

STEPHANIE:

Stephanie looked behind her when the door closed seeing Oliver, a small smile crossed her face. "So how long do you think it's gonna both of them to realize that we're going to the store without them?" She asked grabbing her keys out of the zippered part of bag, and started to walk down the stairs to wear the car was parked.

OLIVER:

Patting his pockets to make sure he didn't forget his phone in the kitchen, Oliver glanced over at the redhead. "I doubt they will even notice. I mean did you see them? How can they not see that they are 100% in love with each other." Making his way over to her car, Oliver waited until he heard the beep of her car unlocking before he ran ahead so he was able to open the car door for her. "How long are we going to leave them here? Like are we just going to Costco? Or are we going other places as well"

GIO:

"Don't care," Gio managed to hiss out, the lollipop still wrenched between his teeth - he wasn't going to lose, it was childish, even for him, but the prideful part of him remained stubborn. "We've done worse," he grinned up at her, eyebrows raising up challengingly. Where did the audacity come from? He didn't know. Probably their compromising position - which, he didn't mind at all.

IRIS:

Iris rolled her eyes, still determined to get the lollipop; even though it was more so to mess with him and win over him than the lollipop itself. Even out of school, she was still competitive as ever against Gio. No matter how embarrassed she might be at the fact that she was all but straddling him at this point. “Yes, yes. I know. I even know that that was a one time thing and as much fun as it was, not looking to do that again with Oli.” She shrugged, leaving his name out of it. She might try to put on a front with him, but she couldn’t lie to herself.

STEPHANIE:

Stephanie let out a soft laugh. "They are blind if they can see it." She murmured watching him walk in front of her biting the side of her lip. "You know i can get my own door." She teased going over and leaned on the car looking at him. "I feel like we should just stick with Costco, but we can probably stretch it until they call us and ask where the hell we went" she shrug a little bit.

OLIVER:

Oliver agreed wholeheartedly. He wasn't sure as to why they hadn't just gotten it over with, but if there was anywhere in the world that could spark up a romance, it was Disneyland. "trust me, I know you don't need me to take care of you, but just let me be a gentleman." Oliver complained as he placed a hand on her waist before closing the space between the two. "Do you have a problem with that?" He asked with a slight smirk gracing his face. "Well I do have our date planned out, but if we did that today, we wouldn't be back until late tonight."

GIO:

Unfortunately, Gio caught the hint. With Oli?" He asked, pulling the lollipop out and waving it in front of Iris with a teasing smile on his face. Now that the both of them had considerably calmed down, Gio was all-too aware of Iris on his lap, but he made no move to push her away. "Here's your damn lollipop," he passed the candy back to her, "Happy?"

IRIS:

Iris had two choices, to try and correct herself, or just go with it. And considering the compromising position they were in, the fact that she really didn’t care all that much about the candy, and the statement their blonde friend had made earlier, she had a feeling playing it off wouldn’t get past him. “Yes, with Oli.” She grinned, taking the lollipop back from him and popping it in her mouth, halting her fight against him. “Considerably so, yes I am.” She said, pulling the lollipop out. “Though, it’s seemed to have lost it’s flavor.”

STEPHANIE:

Stephanie could feel her cheeks growing redder as Oliver's hands rested on her waist. Why was the smallest thing making her feel like they where kinda perfect in a way. "Fine, i can't say no to that." the redhead whispered rolling her lips between her teeth seeing the smirk play on his face. "No, but we should save that date for a full day in LA."

OLIVER:

Watching as she softly chewed on her lip, Oliver felt a sense of pride that he had this sort of reaction on her. "We should really get going, Steph. It's already going to take us a while before we actually make it back here." Nodding in agreement, Oliver waited for her to get in the car before closing it behind her.

GIO:

Iris' smile was infectious, and Gio found himself returning it with the same calibre. "Just with Oli?" He asked, with a joking lilt to his voice, although there was a little hesitance (hopefulness?) behind his question. The mere fact that Iris still hasn't made any move to get off his lap was saying a lot. Maybe. "How unfortunate." He licked his lips, "Can't relate, though, my mouth still tastes like strawberry."

IRIS:

“I said what I said.” She shrugged again, twirling the stick between her fingers. She had one every single day, she knew the workings of candy; Iris knew the lollipop didn’t actually lose flavor, she wasn’t stupid, she just wanted to see what his reaction was. A simple test to gauge what her next choice would be. If she was being honest with herself, she was getting tired of the back and forth between them and needed to know if the feelings truly were one sided. She bit her lip, eyes flickering towards his. “Is that so.” She muttered, before mustering up all the Lopez-Pierce courage she could, surging forward and planting her lips on his.

STEPHANIE:

"Fine fine fine." Stephanie muttered getting into the car. She watched him walk around the car to get in himself. She opened google maps and typed into it Costco and set her phone down in the cup holder smiling when he got into the car. "Ready?"

OLIVER:

Pulling the seatbelt across him, Oliver only nodded as a signal that he was ready. "So can I ask you something?" Oliver paused as he tried to think of the best way possible to ask this without him seeming like he wasn't happy. "What made you say yes to a date? I thought.." trailing off as he gathered his thoughts, it took him a moment before he actually finished his sentence. "I thought you didn't have feelings for me like that."

GIO:

Gio freezes - the gears in his brain had stopped for a nanosecond. He certainly hadn't seen this coming; yes, sure, he'd dropped a lot of not-so-subtle hints and openly flirtatious to Iris, but he didn't expect her to... Return it. The moment their lips had touched, and the moment Gio gathered his shit together and kissed her back, the heavy tension in the air had snapped like a rubber band. Gio cupped her cheeks as he deepened the kiss, pulling her flush against him. Oliver and Steph had fucked off somewhere, but were they to suddenly walk in and catch them making out, they would have a lot of explaining to do.

IRIS:

Part of Iris was afraid she just made a huge mistake. Her whole family may be full of confidence but when it came to iris half the time it was pure ‘fuck it all’ mindframe. She knew there was something between the two of them, but she wasn’t sure if the extent of it was just something she made up in her mind. All this was flying through her mind in the seconds before he kissed back, and in that moment a rush of butterflies went right to Iris’ head without mercy. The lollipop fell from her hands, instinctively letting go to bury her fingers in his hair, really not wanting this moment to end.

STEPHANIE:

Once he was buckled, Stephanie started the car backing out of the spot, and started to drive out of the parking lot and getting on the road. She was about to turn up the radio but stopped as he asked that question. “A date. not datING” She said peering over at him hoping that didn’t come off as she wasn’t excited and ready for it, but talking about the date made her heart race. “I’m an actress, i am good at showing emotion when I wanna” she whispered, looking back at the road as she started to change lanes, letting out a small breath. “Like if it wasn’t for the stupid gossip blog, i probably would have just kept pushing my feelings i’ve had aside cause I didn’t want to get between you and your music, or if we /had/ dated before, and i was out here and you saw pictures of me with other guys i wouldn’t want you to think that i was cheating on you. Cause honestly last thing i would do is that to someone I really care about.” The redhead took a few turns as she was talking, and soon they where at Costco. “So, don’t hate me for not telling you.”

OLIVER:

Rolling his eyes slightly, Oliver corrected himself "Yes, date but you know what I mean. I know this is us testing out the waters together, but I still wanted to know." If trying to break out in the music industry had taught him anything, it was the fact that tabloids would do anything to get a story--even if they have to make it up in order to do so. "I would still trust you if you told me nothing was going on. You've given me no reason not to trust you. It would be the same thing with me out on the road all of the time. Once we have this album finished, the band and I are planning on going on a small tour. Nothing major..just a few small venues, but you would have to deal with the idea of girls potentially being all over me. I just just hope that if we do end up giving this a real shot, that you would trust me." As the pair pulled into the local Costco, Oliver helped in the task of finding a spot. "I don't hate you. I mean its not like I ever made my feelings known." Looking down one of the lanes, Oliver finally pointed" I see a spot down there."

GIO:

Gio eventually had to (reluctantly) break the kiss for air. He wrapped his arms around Iris' waist, grinning up at her. "Well," he sucked in a breath, hoping to the gods that he didn't look as nervous as he felt. "That was nice," he said lamely. Way better than their little fling with Oliver. "We should, like, totally do it again."

IRIS:

It was only when he pulled away did Iris realize how on fire her lungs were, that there was this thing called air they needed. “Yeah, really nice.” She responded, not helping the laugh that escaped her, leaning forward once more, pressing a firm kiss to his lips before pulling back again. Her hands fell away from his neck to only let her head fall into them, another laugh escaping from her as everything that just happened in the last few minutes flew through her mind. “I can’t believe I just did that.” She muttered, thanking every god imaginable that not only did he obviously felt the same, but that their friends weren’t around for it.

STEPHANIE:

Stephanie shrugged a little bit. "Well.. you know now." She said softly as she hit the blinker on her car, pulling into the spot. "I'd trust you too, Oli." She turned off her car grabbing her bag and looked over at him. "And you're acting as if I wouldn't end up being a groupie following you guys around" she teased, tossing her keys into her bag getting out of the car, waiting for him. "Look, whatever happens between us, our friendship always comes first, deal?"

OLIVER:

The fact that she had always been supportive of his dream really meant the world to him. He wouldn't know what to do if his friends didn't support him, and the fact that the girl he wanted to try and make something with, seemed to always be his biggest fan. "You should know that no matter what, I'll always have VIP passes sitting at the box office for you." Nodding his head as he got out of the car, Oliver could only smile as he made his way over to her side. Wrapping an arm around her as they walked into the store. "Nothing is going to come between us and our friendship, Sunshine. I won't let anything happen."

GIO:

Gio lets out a soft snort, one hand flying up to stroke Iris' hair; as amazing as kissing Iris felt, there was an unanswered question hovering in the air, and Gio certainly wasn't going to waste the rest of his summer away being a complete coward. No, he was moving to New York for fuck's sake. "I can't believe you just did that," Gio teased, leaning against her. "So," he started, licking his lips. "Did - uh, did that kiss mean anything, or...?"l

IRIS:

Iris lifted her head solely for the purpose of slapping Gio across the chest. “Don’t forget Gio, you’re the one who reciprocated.” She laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “No, it meant absolutely nothing. I just made up an excuse to kiss you for the hell of it.” She joked, sticking her tongue out at him, a sign she was messing with him. But as quick as she joked, she quickly got serious. “It did. It really did. And yeah you’re going to college in a few months, but doesn’t mean we can’t try, right? I mean, if you’re up for it. Because I am. I mean who knows, if you can deal with dating someone still in high school, we could totally make long distance work.” She said, quickly realizing she was rambling.

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