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This Time Around - Chapter 23

A Daryl Dixon x OFC collaboration written by @xmistressmistrustx by request of @txladyj-blog

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Daryl Dixon/Original Female Character

Tags: Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Awkwardness, Awkward Flirting, Awkward Crush, Fluff and Humor, Angst and Humor, Mild Smut, Strong Language, Eventual Sex, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Canon Divergence, Some Canon Scenes and Dialogue

Chapters 26/?

Back in Alexandria, it was early evening and Abraham was hauling wooden railway sleepers from a truck and dragging them to the vegetable patches along with some of the other members of the community. Daryl’s trip with Jess along with their prolonged hug had been playing on his mind over and over for hours and he felt his skin begin to crawl with anxiety if he sat still for too long and so, decided to give Abe a hand when he walked past and saw the sweat-covered, ginger man swearing to himself and dragging the heavy items around.

Daryl and Abraham weren’t exactly close. They trusted each other enough to have each-others backs and recognized each other’s fighting skills and abilities, along with the out-of-the-box way they both seemed to view the world. From time to time, they engaged in basic conversation but Abraham's brash and extroverted personality was the opposite of Daryl’s and he often found that his energy was sapped from a five-minute interaction. On this occasion, chat wasn’t needed but Daryl did have an ulterior motive. He had a question to ask and needed to hear the answer from Abraham’s point of view but had no idea how to go about it without letting the proverbial cat out of the bag. Spotting his chance when Rosita ambled past and held a hand up in a wave to them both, he decided to bite the bullet and just ask.

“You uh… you n’ Rosita, you still a thing?” He questioned warily.

Abraham slotted the sleeper he was holding into position with a swift and strong kick of his boot and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. His white vest was stained with perspiration on the front and his gloves were saturated from being used as towels.

“Still very much got me by the short n’ curlies.” He chuckled.

Daryl cleared his throat and checked over his shoulder, seeing most of the others gathering around the truck a good distance away to be able to overhear anything.

“Right. Right. So, you um, you ain’t gunnin’ for Jess?”

Abraham shot Daryl a suspicious look and his mouth curled into a smile beneath his thick mustache. He laughed loudly and did a double take at him while retrieving a cigar and a box of matches from his pocket and lighting up. It wasn’t a total surprise, he had to admit. He’d seen the way Daryl scowled and stalked off when he spoke to Jess and he was witness to the scene in the armory which had left her beside herself with guilt. Rick had also mentioned that he thought it to be a matter of time before things evolved between them. He wasn’t sure himself if he could see it happening at the time, but there was Daryl standing in front of him and asking if he had any romantic intentions for Jess.

“Goodness gracious, Ignatius.” He said tunefully, quickly lowering his voice and glancing around “She’s got your attention”

“What? Naw, man. I’m just checkin’.” Daryl denied a little less convincingly than he’d hoped. His heart rate was starting to increase and he was instantly regretting saying anything at all.

“Checkin’ for what, exactly?” Abraham pressed.

Panic jolted through him. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. Why exactly could he say he was asking? Jess had already put a stop to any ideas that they were more than friends, but Daryl had to be sure and cover all the bases. He just couldn’t admit to Abraham of all people that he had very confusing and strong feelings for his best friend before even telling Jess herself.

“She’s a friend. I don’t want her getting’ her ass kicked by Rosita. Y’know, this ain’t no romance novel bullshit.”

“Huh. My love life is more of a porno than a romance novel. I ain’t about to change it. So long as I can keep pouring’ the Bisquick without makin’ pancakes.” He remarked, amused at his own humorous take on things “Huh? Huh?” He encouraged with two nudges of Daryl’s arm.

“Right.” Was Daryl’s reserved response.

Abraham bustled past him, placing a big hand on his back and guiding him away from the workforce that were now making their way over to the patch adjacent. He turned him away from any prying eyes and addressed him with a permanent, knowing smile.

“C’mon, I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck. I know what’s going on here.” He said.

“Yeah, what’s that?” Daryl challenged, only slightly confident that he could hold his own with the conversation.

“You gotta just grab the bull by the nut sack.”

Daryl raised an eyebrow and leaned back slightly, perplexed by Abraham's choice of words and even more so by his grabbing gesture with one hand. It wasn’t far off from how his brother used to speak, only Abraham was quite clearly intelligent enough to use colorful metaphors without caring what anyone thought of it.

“What in the hell are you talkin’ ‘bout?” He questioned “Jess ain’t no bull”

“OK, forget that. Tell her you wanna get busy with her, see how she reacts” He suggested.

“I aint tellin’ her nothin’.” Daryl quickly replied with a step backwards as if he wanted to leave the topic, which he very much did by then.

“Then the only way you’re gonna get laid is if you crawl up a chicken’s ass and wait. It’s the apocalypse, Daryl. Sometimes you gotta just ask for what you want.” Abraham reasoned. After all, he’d asked Rosita and she’d been more than happy to oblige. He didn’t see anyone else as being much different and figured that if everyone was just straight with one another, things would be a lot easier.

“I ain’t doin’ that.” Daryl dismissed.

Abraham chuckled once more, slapping Daryl’s back with a huge paw and shaking his head in amusement.

“Ahh, hell. Balls just called. They wanted to know if you’d like a pair.” He joked.

“Look, it ain’t like that. I’m just…makin’ sure she’s okay.” Daryl confirmed, shrugging Abraham from his shoulder and backing up. He could see some of the other workers glancing up at them. Far from being a quiet man, Abe’s booming voice proved to be a lot louder than either of them first thought and Daryl was becoming highly uncomfortable.

“Whatever. Just think about it. She’s a peach, she’d be damn good for you.” Abraham suggested, puffing cigar smoke into a large cloud between them and tugging his gloves off. “I gotta go to guard duty. But I’ma get me some ass first.” He conveyed casually as he stepped down from the vegetable patch and headed across the street.

“Didn’t need to know that.” Daryl grumbled to himself.

Tower watch was usually done on a rotational basis and Jess, being a non-resident of Alexandria, was exempt from such duties. From time to time, she would surprise Deanna and volunteer her time, finding that walking the perimeter or sitting in the tower was a cure for her restlessness. Daryl was no different and as a recruiter, he was also omitted from the guard schedule but often found himself in the comforting, quiet confines of the wooden structure with a rifle, a pack of smokes and his jumbled thoughts when reading to Judith didn’t quite manage to calm his soul enough.

It was a cold night and a dense fog hung in the air like a blanket over the trees. Recent conversations floated around in his memories and he was sure his sides still tingled from time to time with the memory of Jess’s arms wrapped around him. He lit a cigarette and time passed between the spark of his lighter and when he smiled as he dwelled, yet again on the thought of Jess telling him he could hug her whenever he wanted. He wouldn’t, of course. It was far from how he conducted himself and any physical contact normally came with a lot of forethought and mental preparation.

His cigarette balanced precariously between his lips as he tilted his head back and took a drag without even touching it. He expelled the smoke from his nose, the cloudy appearance of the small tower room reminding him of his dream in which Merle had tried to urge him to do something about his feelings.

‘Times a-wastin’, Daryl. Get to it.’

He wished he could. Wished that everything really was that simple. Wished that he knew for sure that she felt something for him the way he did for her. But all he had was a notion, a few blushes and compliments that could be nothing more than a basic appreciation between two friends.

The door below clunked shut and Daryl could hear footsteps on the rungs of the ladder approaching. He threw his smoke away and looked over his shoulder to await the arrival of his visitor. It was past midnight and highly unusual for anyone else to be up in the tower except for the person on guard. Daryl never had company while he was on watch and that, to him, was one of the perks of the job.

When Jess appeared clutching a bag of cookies and pushing her hood back from her face, he figured that maybe tower watch had other perks too. Namely, that he could very well be about to spend time with a pretty girl, cooped up in a wooden box in the sky.

“Ya don’t gotta stay.” Was the first thing he said. He didn’t know why and realized as he said how strange it sounded. Almost like he wanted her to turn around and climb back down the ladder, which he didn’t.

Unimpressed, Jess squinted down at him and huffed out her obvious disapproval.

“Really?! ‘Can I visit you, Jess? You don’t have to be here, Jess’.” She quoted “Talk about mixed signals, stinky.”

Daryl, confused by his own actions, messily waved a hand at the empty chair beside him.

“Take a damn seat n’ quit complainin’.” He grumbled.

The two chairs in the tower were no more than a foot apart and Jess dragged hers even closer still and settled down in front of the window with the rifle resting on the wall on Daryl’s side. She opened the paper bag in her lap and handed him a cookie, telling him they were from Carol and she’s sent them because she knew he hadn’t eaten that day. It was evident that Carol was right when Daryl managed to put away three large cookies in a matter of seconds and Jess peered down at her first, half eaten baked treat as hers was made of lead.

Since the boat and Daryl’s admission of his dream about Merle, Jess wondered if he would ever provide her with more information pertaining to his death and the events that lead up to it. She was curious and more than that, she was concerned that his inability to move past it was presenting itself in his subconscious, when he dreamed. Having reached what she thought to be a pivotal point in their friendship, where they hugged and she awoke with him curled up against her, she guessed it was now that was the right time to ask.

“Can I ask you something? About your brother.” She said

Daryl threw the last of his third cookie into his mouth and chewed noisily before brushing the crumbs from his lap and side glancing at her. She could see the questioning behind his eyes already, the hesitation to discuss what was bound to be a sore subject.

“OK.” He grunted.

“What did he tell you about where I was?” She wanted to know. They’d touched on it before, briefly and on a need-to-know basis.

“He didn’t. S’a long story.” He mumbled, falling quiet and instilling a heavy guilt in Jess. For at least two minutes, he fiddled with the radio in his lap.

“I’m sorry” She eventually managed. “I shouldn’t have asked; I don’t want to drag up bad memories for you.”

“Nah, s’ok.” He said sincerely with a small glance in her direction. Hesitating, it dawned on him that he did want to tell her what happened and that, alone, was a breakthrough in itself. Daryl wasn’t a talker, he never discussed his innermost thoughts and feelings with anyone, but in the time that he’d known Jess, it was becoming easier and more desirable to do so. “I ain’t talked about to nobody before. But I’ll tell you. If ya wanna know”

Feeling as thought a compromise was needed so as not to drag him too far from his slowly expanding comfort zone, Jess decided to offer him a simpler suggestion.

“Give me the short version and maybe some other time you can tell me everything. Only if you want.” She proposed.

Seemingly content with meeting her halfway, Daryl slid further down in his seat and propped one leg up on the window ledge in front of them. As he spoke, he picked at the messy stitching around the repaired hole in the knee of his pants leg.

“After the crazy sommbitch cut his own hand off to escape that roof in the city n’ you saved his ass, he got mixed up with this psycho. Started workin’ for him. This guy, he wanted to kill us all, take the prison we were livin’ in.” Checking she was still with him, he peeped to his side at her, she was listening, now turned towards him and slowly chewing on another cookie. “Merle… he sacrificed himself in the end. Knew his time was up. Michonne was with him, he asked her to give me a message when she saw me. I went straight to find him, bring him back. But he was already turned.”

“I’m so sorry, Daryl. That must have been so hard.” She whispered sincerely “What was the message?”

Daryl looked out at the misty and still night beyond the tower. From where they were, the horrors below were obscured, masked by a serenity that was often taken for granted. But these moments were Daryl’s moments of peace and they were becoming more frequent because of the dark-haired girl beside him. She was becoming his haven away from the misery. He trusted her to ground him, to distract him and to remind him that not everything was lost.

“Said ya was holed up in an apartment opposite a bookstore in the city. That you was doin’ OK n’ that he didn’t tell me ‘cause ya asked him not to and he owed ya.” He explained, catching her small smile as she studied him when he spoke. “And…”

“…and?” she echoed.

He hadn’t meant to let the conjunction slip out. In fact, he’d intended to scrap it altogether, thus getting himself out of revealing everything else that Merle had said. But it was done and if he backtracked, he would be lying and that was one thing he never wanted to do to her.

“He uh-he didn’t know what he was talkin’ ‘bout. It don’t matter.” He tried to dismiss.

Jess’s interest was well and truly hooked by the last, little word on the end of his sentence and she was not about to let it slide without any inclination as to what he was referring to. She had some opinions about Merle of her own and so, concluded that the best way to get Daryl to continue talking, was to be honest herself.

“It does. It does matter. Your brother wasn’t as bad as everyone made out. I saw who he was. He was rude and sexist and racist and he stank of whiskey like, all the time but he was brave and he knew what it was to be loyal. I didn’t expect to, but I respected him and I know now that he respected me in the end, because he didn’t tell you where I was until he was sure he was going to die.”

He briefly looked round at her at her and she heard him sigh. She could tell he wasn’t comfortable with confessing whatever else Merle has said and decided that if her attempt turned up nothing, she didn’t want to push him to anger.

Daryl wasn’t sure if he could endure yet another conversation that left him feeling vulnerable and exposed, it seemed to be what they did now, spent time alone and toed the line together. Although, quite what line Jess was nearing, he only wished he knew. A part of him wanted to tell her the truth and in the back of his mind, he could hear his brother.

‘Don’t be no sissy.’

“He wanted me to know he thought you’d make a good Dixon” He told her.

“Really?” Jess asked in a tone that told him she was a little surprised. “Seeing as I have you as an example of the better half of the Dixon’s I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Don’t know ‘bout that.” He mused with a shy huff “… he um, he also said somethin’ else. But I don’t wanna make ya uncomfortable or nothin’.”

Jess’s eyebrows shot up and a look of captivation swept across her face, her lips curled into a grin as she searched her memories for any clues as to what he could possibly mean.

“You can’t say that and not tell me. C’mon, pleeeease?” She pleaded with a giggle and having to stop herself from gripping his arm and playfully shaking it.

She was too much. Too much to say no to. Her laugh and the sparkle in her eyes made it impossible. He was going to have to give in, he had no choice. His hands furiously picked at the threading on his pants and he was altogether very aware of it, forcing himself to sit still and summon the courage to tell Jess what she was waiting to hear as she leaned towards him across the arms of their chairs.

“Said that everybody knows that you’re my girl n’ I’d be a damn fool not to find ya n’…tell ya that.”

“Oh” Jess breathed quietly, setting back into her seat and blinking away the surprise. “I see.”

“Like I said, he didn’t know what he was talkin’ ‘bout.” Daryl added in the hope that it would do something to help filter the awkwardness from the air.

“That asshole wanted us to squirm with embarrassment even after his death. Very Merle.” Jess chuckled to herself. “Well, ‘your girl’, huh? I should be so lucky.” She mused, slowly turning her head to check his reaction. In the low light, she could just about make out the darkened top of his ear peeking through the gap in his hair. She’d made him blush.

“Are you…blushing?” She grinned.

“What? No.” Daryl huffed awkwardly.

Feeling triumphant and noting it down as more than one occasion that she’d successfully managed to turn those ears pink and witness the slight tint to his cheeks, Jess felt a surge of self-assuredness rush through her. Now, she had the control.

“I did I get the ever-stoic, badass that is Daryl Dixon to blush. Oh, that’s right…again?!” She giggled, nudging his elbow with her own and almost dying at the sight of him hiding a smile and flat refusing to let her have the glory.

“Stop. and ain’t nothin’ lucky ‘bout that.” He scoffed.

Jess tutted and rolled her eyes, releasing a very deliberate sigh and crossing her arms over her body, allowing the empty cookies wrapper to fall to the floor. She didn’t even bother to stop and analyze just how honest she should be, Daryl was going to hear what she really thought, and that was that.

“What are you talking about, you idiot?” She questioned “You’re a catch.”

Daryl side-eyed her, wishing he could find the words to ask her to elaborate, or drag more out of her about what she really thought of him. Hearing that she thought he had something to offer had almost knocked him for six and all coherent thought was suddenly dispelled in his mind like pins at the end of bowling lane.

“Huh. Yeah. Whatever.” He mumbled.

Jess was getting used to risk-taking around Daryl. Most of them had paid off and gifted her with something more than the minimal, closed-off person he presented to everyone else. She’d even managed to get herself some physical contact in the form of a hug and would not be forgetting being able to touch his arm or hold his hand in a hurry. With that in mind, she dived in again, risking placing her hand on his forearm and was pleased when he showed no interest in moving away.

Daryl slowly dragged his eyes down to where her hand rested, then he met her gaze briefly and rendered her completely speechless when he shifted his arm back, catching her fingers in his and threading them together.

“Thanks” He whispered to her.

“What for?”

“I dunno why…but you see somethin’ good in me.”

I wish I could be the man you deserve.

Jess slid further down in her chair, still clinging to his hand and rested her head delicately on his shoulder. If he could snuggle into her at night and fit close to her like the missing piece of her jigsaw, then she could snuggle right back. If she could have seen his face, she’d have discovered the pure astonishment on his features. His mouth dropped open and he feebly glanced about the room, unable to believe that what was happening was real. As she sat there with her hand in his and her cheek pressed against his shoulder, her eyes grew heavy and she noticed how comfortable she’d become.

“I only ever see good things in you” She sighed, closing her eyes and letting her weariness take over.

Daryl knew he didn’t need to respond when her head became heavy on his shoulder and her breathing slowed. He certainly hoped that his tower shifts were similar to this every time he volunteered and that he would see more occasions where he would be able to sit with her hand in his and her sleeping form against him and just…be.

Her eyes opened one first, then the other, weighed down by fatigue. It was dark all around her and her neck was stiff. She scrunched her face up, rubbing her fingers over her tired eyes and groaning. Daryl moved to the side and Jess, having completely forgotten where she was, jumped and scraped her chair along the floor while he watched her, tickled by her lack of awareness. She’d been asleep for around an hour, softly breathing against his arm and he’d struggled with the desire to lift his arm and position her underneath, against his chest and in a motionless embrace. But he’d stayed put and exulted in her being nearer to him than any other woman had managed in the past.

He reached out in an echo of when she’d woken beside him in his room and gently brushed at the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

“Droolin’ again.” He chuckled

When it all hit her, where she’d been sleeping, his mocking of her involuntary saliva escape and the delightfully entertained look on his face, she shoved at his arm and covered her bright red face by pulling her hood down to obscure her cheeks.

“Oh my god, don’t be a dick!” She complained

He laughed without reservation, a genuine, unashamed laugh that she had rarely heard without some kind of barrier or means of obscuring it.

“Like a bloodhound” He remarked with a quick flicker of his eyes to his damp shoulder.

“Shut up!” She gasped “Don’t be mean. I was comfortable.” She crossed her arms and pouted at him from beneath her hood. “Shouldn’t have such a comfy shoulder.”

“So, it’s my fault, now?” He asked.

“Yes” She confirmed with an unsure glance in his direction.

You held my hand. I wasn’t exactly going to move away.

“I’ll ask Judith if ya can borrow a pacifier next time” he smirked.

“Enjoy making fun of me while it lasts because I won’t be falling asleep on you anymore.” She muttered to herself while standing up and straightening her clothing, readying herself for the climb down the ladder to the street below. While it was all very light-hearted, she needed to leave the situation and try and erase the memory of Daryl seeing her drool like a baby as she slept.

“Shame.”

She thought she heard it but she couldn’t be certain. It was uttered almost as quietly as his breathing. It wasn’t clear, but it was definitely something. She wondered if her ears were playing tricks on her or her tired mind was making things up. She caught his eye and noted a hint of shyness in him as he nudged his head up at her in a wordless goodbye. Her stomach fluttered furiously because that’s what he did to her now. He gave her butterflies like a girl with a crush. Except it wasn’t just a crush and as the days passed, those butterflies were growing in size, just like her affection for him.

Jess was sitting on the Ferris Wheel upon returning to the fairground. Now out of use and locked in place, she was able to climb up to the top car and sway with the breeze while watching the stars and doodling the outline of her family crest on the front cover of her journal. It was rare she wrote in it anymore, she had Aaron and Eric who bore the brunt of much of her venting. But the heavy nature of the secret she carried with her was steering her back to journaling. Only, she hadn’t quite made it past the front cover yet.

“…And I'll use you as a focal point, so I don't lose sight of what I want…”

She sang quietly, absent-mindedly working her way through the song, grateful that her secluded location meant that she could sometimes sing as loud as she wanted to without fear of judgement. The only audience being the odd Walker, who she would quickly put down with a well-aimed arrow before it had time to cross the trap-ridden area in front of the fence.

“…and I've moved further than I thought I could, but I missed you more than I thought I would”

She tilted her head at the sketch of the crest, she wasn’t the most proficient of artists but was pleased with her efforts and made a mental note to attempt more drawing in the future. It was a break from carving arrows, training, stabbing Walkers and hunting that she needed. Something different to try.

A red streak in the sky caught her attention and she slowly moved the journal and pencil from her lap. She’d just missed it, but it looked like a flare. She waited, straining her ears to listen and squinting at the tower, which could just about be seen through the trees from where she was. The pop-popping of gunfire made her nervous and then, another flare went off in the sky above, closer and clearer this time.

“Oh shit, not again!” she cried before scrambling down the metal structure and racing to the fairgrounds gate.

The scene at Alexandria was more brutal and distressing than she could have ever imagined. With the gate wide open and blood smeared across the asphalt, screams could be heard coming from just about every corner of the town and as Jess crept in through the shadows with her machete equipped and her mask and hood up, her heart beat a solid rhythm in her chest. Her hands trembled but adrenaline was forcing her forwards, putting one foot in front of the other until she halted, whirling to one side and seeing a bloodied woman sprinting across the street towards her. The sound coming from her mouth was garbled yet utterly desperate and her blonde hair was smattered with red from a gaping head wound that reached from above her ear to her collar bone. Following closely behind her, was a burly man with a large knife and a bald head. His face was obscured by a bandana, much like Jess’s and as he barreled along, grasping for the woman’s arm, Jess stepped out from the blackness and ran.

Human bone is incredibly sturdy. It is stronger than steel and concrete of the same mass. The human skull encases the most important organ of the human body, the brain, and has evolved to be as strong as possible to withstand trauma. Strong enough, in fact, that a recently sharpened machete alone is unlikely to penetrate such strong, non-decaying bone with one hit, a fact that Jess was already aware of. Months of reading had paid off and in the slow-motion seconds of her swinging her blade at the bald cranium of the man pursuing the injured Alexandrian, she had the foresight to think of her secondary weapon; the knife that Daryl had given her. The clunk of the metal against his head was so sickening her stomach clenched and her jaw locked shut. The side of the man’s head exploded with blood from the baseball-like swing that collided the blade with the assailant. It peppered her mask and eyes with crimson dots and created a sprawling firework in the air. When she stepped back and watched him stumble, ignoring the loud and gruesome shing from metal scraping on bone as she retracted her machete, she slid her hunting knife from its sheath on her belt and drove it, with all her might into his ribs. He gripped her wrists, terror filling his panicked eyes when his knees hit the ground.

From behind her, Jess could hear the woman’s piercing screams and she quickly turned on her heels, flicking blood from the wound in the man’s side across the surface of the road. He glugged and wheezed and Jess paid him no mind while she focused on the severely hurt woman peering up at her from the floor, where Jess had flung her when she stepped to her aid. Grabbing her arm, Jess began dragging her up to the sidewalk, all the while trying to hush her inconsolable crying and whimpering. Finding a dark spot under a platform and against the perimeter wall, she propped the woman up, ripped her jacket from her shaking shoulders and set to tying it around her wounded head. She’d lost so much blood her entire right side was a deep red and it was pooling under her, dripping from her elbow. Jess snatched the woman’s hand up and placed it on the jacket.

“Hold it. Put pressure on it to stem the bleeding.” She whispered to her with a quick glance over her shoulders. Other people were dashing past, some holding weapons up and wearing similar clothing to the man Jess had attacked. Others, she recognized to be the occupants of Alexandria. Gunfire crackled around her and she could only hope that she was far enough from the road to avoid being shot intentionally or caught in the crossfire. “What the hell is going on?” She asked the woman. Then, it dawned on her. The party. She was from the party and was the unfortunate recipient of Jess’s unwanted cannibal information. Her eyes flickered in a dazed state and her skin was paling fast. Jess shook her shoulder gently. “Hey! Stay awake! What happened here?” She demanded

“The-they came out of….out of nowhere. Started…started…hacking p-people to death” She stammered breathlessly. Jess felt an insatiable fury rise in her entire body.

The group from the city. The group from the woods. The man that shot Daryl.

The woman’s hand slapped around Jess’s wrist, snapping her from her realization and she suddenly leaned forwards, inches from Jess’s face. Her eyes bulged and saliva and blood trickled down her lips.

“Leave-L-leave this place. Not…safe…for-for women. They…they t-take women. M-my children…m-my family…they’re gone…they r-ran.”

It was as plain as day but it didn’t make it any easier for Jess to accept that the gravely injured woman before her was dying from blood loss and likely wouldn’t last another few minutes, let alone long enough for Jess to head off and find her family for her. Swallowing hard, she looked into her tear-filled eyes, held onto her free hand and squeezed it, hard.

“Everything is going to be okay.” She whispered, ignoring the blurry despair that was brimming in her own eyes. “Everyone is going to be fine. Your children, they’re in the church” She lied “They’re there. They’re all there. I saw them go in when I got here. It’s okay…it’s-it’s okay.”

In a display of relief, the woman sighed before eyes began to flutter closed and Jess felt all hope abandon her when her body went limp, her hand went lax and her face froze. Tears erupted from Jess’s eyes and a loud sob forced its way up from the depths of her soul.

“Oh…Fuck” She gasped, sagging forwards and clutching the lifeless fingers of the dead woman to her chest. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t fast enough.” She sniffed to the chorus of chaos transpiring from behind her.

As was customary and necessary in the apocalypse, Damaging the spinal cord or the brain enough to avoid reanimation was the next step in a death that didn’t involve one or the other to begin with and now, Jess had to commit an act of mercy to stop the woman from becoming a Walker. She held up her knife and chose not to think too much, it was the way of the world now.

Keeping to the shadows was her forte and it had served her well during her time alone. Jess considered herself lucky that it was the middle of the night and therefore, she was able to move from house to house in search of anyone that may have needed rescuing. From the bedroom of an empty house, she spotted a man being cornered by two strangers with exceptionally large blades. Just out of sight under a tree, she couldn’t make out who the man was, but she didn’t need to know. She slid the window up, climbed out onto the roof and equipped her bow, nocking an arrow and steadying her erratic breathing.

The first arrow was aimed well enough to eliminate one of the men, but the second fell just short, scattering across the road surface and giving away her location. The remaining man’s vision shot up to her, locking her in his sights as he pointed and bellowed at the top of his lungs. Jess stumbled backwards, her back hitting the gables of the house in time to see Aaron run out from behind the tree, pick up the arrow and slam it into the side of the man’s neck. She held her breath for a second while she gawped at Aaron, who quickly began grappling with the arm of the man which held onto his blade.

“I-I have to get down there” She said to herself.

Spinning around, she clambered back through the window and thundered down the stairs, spilling out onto the street in time to see Aaron with the man in a head lock and dragging the knife across his throat. Blood fountained from the wound and Aaron quickly threw him to one side and ran to Jess, dragging her to the side of the house and flinging his arms around her while rambling incomprehensible words over her shoulder. His embrace was so tight that Jess struggled to breathe and had to physically step away to break the hug.

“That was…violent.” She commented.

“Yeah…I know” Aaron panted, blinking in disbelief at the gargling man behind him on the ground. “Are you okay? You can’t be here. I don’t know who these people are but they’re trying to round up the females and kill the men. A lot of people are already dead. You-you have to leave. Now. Rick’s group, they’re working their way around the town. You should go. Please, Jess. Go.” He blathered, grabbing her arm. Jess tore away from him.

“No.” She announced defiantly. “Where is Daryl?”

“Uh…He-he was in the tower at first. The last time I saw him, he was with Rick.” Aaron replied with a wipe of his forehead.

“Eric is safe?” Jess asked

“Yes. I can’t say where. In case they can hear us.”

“Carl? Judith? Enid?” She continued.

“All safe.”

“Lord.” Jess puffed in relief. “C’mon, we have work to do. Stay with me”

Before Aaron could protest, she flung him against the side of the house and was inching her way to the edge, unsheathing her knife again. She spat on the blade and dragged the flat edge across her thigh, revealing it’s reflective surface. It was a trick she’d learned in the city to enable her to check around corners for Walkers. It was also a tried and tested military technique to use small mirrors and reflections for such a task and she was sure that if her brother was watching over her from somewhere, he’d have been proud of her, not only for doing what she had to do, but for having the intelligence to educate herself before running into battle.

The glint of the knife provided her with a tiny, but accurate view down the street towards Aaron's house, where she could see two of the enemy group enter the house. She retreated and pressed her back against the house, next to Aaron.

“Your house.” She whispered “The door is open.”

Aaron's head thudded back against the surface behind him and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Shit” He hissed.

“Eric?” She asked.

“I told him to hide. He’s not a fighter.”

“Did you close the door when you left?”

“Yes”

“Then the chances are, he’s already gone. I’ll check the house.” She decided, moving back towards the corner of the house and gripping her machete.

“I’ll go with you.” Aaron told her quietly. She spun around, pushing him back, in no uncertain terms telling him that he would be doing no such thing.

“I got this. I want you to go and find Daryl for me” She expressed with her hand on his chest.

“I’m not leaving you” He argued.

“Yes, you are.” She gripped the front of his clothing in her fist and shoved him against the house with a thud. “Listen to me” She growled. “I’ll be damned if I lose the man I love again. So, you are going to find him for me. We both know I’m not a perfect fighter but I’m better than you and I can do this. What I can’t do, is live without Daryl in my life. So, go and fucking find him, Aaron or so help me god I will tear down every single one of those licence plates you’ve collected and lovingly attached the wall in the hallway and toss them on a fire while I dance around it singing Kum ba yah!”

Aaron blinked at her in shock but did not for one second take her for a fool. He knew that she was not only deadly serious, but that she was right; She wasn’t as proficient against humans as she needed to be, but he wasn’t as capable a fighter as her. Conceding, much to his worry and trepidation, he gripped her arm.

“Alright, you get my man and I’ll get yours.” He stated.

Jess nodded and went to turn back to the corner, before pausing and looking slightly confused.

“Wait…then we’re swapping back, right?” She asked, a slight smile tugging at her lips. Aaron sniggered and pat her shoulder before dashing off in the other direction, taking the route around the back of the houses in order to stay out of sight.

All around her, gunfire still rang out but the screams were dying down. Bodies littered the street and it wouldn’t be long before they reanimated. They needed to push the invading group back and do a sweep of the bodies with their brains still intact. But first, they needed to kill as many of the violent and ruthless men as possible.

Aaron and Eric’s place appeared to be empty when Jess gradually inched in through the already open front door. Inside was dim, the only light pouring through the windows from a floodlight on the main gate. She checked the shapes in the dark, ticking them off in her mind, each one recognized as a piece of furniture or a blanket or cushion. The house was eerily still and compared to the commotion going on outside, it unsettled Jess’s nerves and caused her to clutch the handle of her blade even tighter than usual. She could hear her heart pounding in her head and she suppressed a shiver as she reached the kitchen. So far, so good.

The hands seemed to come out of nowhere, morphed from the blackness like creatures of the night, grabbing and manipulating her limbs. Gruff laughter and putrid breath licked at her neck and the side of her face as she was jostled across the room. Her blade was ripped from her hand and all that remained at her disposal was her knife, obscured by her sleeve and held out of sight by her fingers curled up to her wrist.

The room flashed before her when she was twisted around and slammed onto the kitchen counter, her head bouncing from the hard surface. For a few seconds, everything blurred and her hearing dropped out before coming back and presenting her with the sinister laughter of the shadows around her. The air left her body, her lungs strained and her stomach contracted. Her throat gasped. Black figures hovered above her, grappling at her clothing to a tune of gruff and sneering laughter. Jess felt a sharp sensation at her throat, long and lethal. She dropped the knife from her sleeve into her hand and hit out with the sharp end of an uppercut, topped by the hunting knife but coming into contact with nothing but air. A mocking voice commented that she was bound to be a lot of fun before they killed her and that they couldn’t let ‘the boss’ know about this one. She could sense that there were two men holding her down, taking her only weapon and pinning her arms to the table. She thrashed and bucked and tried to scream but was soon hushed by the rancid breath of one of the men, leaning close to her face and telling her that if she made a sound, they would gut her like a fish. Her legs were forced apart and she could hear a belt buckle being undone.

No! She thought No, No, No! Please, No!

The back of her head felt wet and began to bleed from the blunt force trauma. Her inner thighs thrummed with agony as one of the men held onto her flesh so tightly, she thought he might tear her skin from her bones. Dread twisted in her gut and she thought she might throw up when the pressure on her thighs released and the sharpness against her neck vanished. Her sheer horror was making everything a little difficult to make out and she rolled onto her side, coughing and reaching up to her head, wincing at the pain.

Daryl hardly ever missed a shot and was glad of his proficiency with a crossbow when he managed to kill one of the men holding jess down with one shot, straight through his temple. The other one looked up in shock as Daryl tossed the bow onto the kitchen counter and ran at him, bulldozing him from the table and landing on top of him. He ripped the weapon from his hand, which he quickly noticed to be Jess’s own Machete and began hacking at him, over and over, growling loudly and driving the weapon down and flinging it up again, all the while fueled by the image of seeing her restrained and about to be hurt in one of the worst possible ways. He didn’t stop, pummeling the brain matter into the flooring, each blow representing only a small fragment of his pure rage.

Jess climbed down from the table and dragged herself into the safety of the corner, pressing her back to a cupboard and hugging her knees as she watched Daryl hack the man into tiny pieces in the light from the window. The metallic odor of murder filled the air and she flinched with every brutal chopping sound until eventually, he stopped and sat back on his knees, panting wildly and tilting his head back to the ceiling.

It felt like hours but it was mere seconds before Daryl got to his feet and turned to face her. She knew it was him, knew he would never hurt her but in that moment, he looked utterly chilling. He charged out of the kitchen, to the living room where he checked from the window on the state of the town. People were re-grouping in the street. Rick, Glenn. Carol, Maggie and Michonne were all in the middle of the road and all in one piece. On his way back to Jess, he slammed the front door closed and adopted a calmer and slower demeanor with her. He pulled a flashlight from his pocket, clicked it on and placed it on the counter, shining the beam to the ceiling so it wasn’t too harsh but he needed to see her face. Like a frightened animal, she peered up at him with blood running down the side of her head. His chest tightened in sorrow at the state of her and he pushed away the urge to lunge at her and wrap her in his arms, knowing it would scare her even more. Slowly, he leaned down to her and offered her his hand. He said nothing, hoping that she could see in his eyes that his number one priority was her and her safety. But she just crawled further into the corner.

“Jess, it’s alright.” He soothed, lowering himself to his knees “Ya safe. I got ya.”

She stared down at his blood-soaked hand and felt something rising inside her. It was distress. It released from her chest in a loud exhalation and tears started to soak down her cheeks. She gingerly reached out and touched his hand, he bit down on his lip at the sensation of her shaking violently. She wrapped her fingers around his and gradually, he felt her hold on tighter and tighter until he was pulling her onto his lap and enveloping her in his arms. He listened to her gentle sobs and with each sniff, another piece of him fell away. He hated her being hurt and wished he could take it all away.

“You good?” He asked, tenderly stroking the uninjured side of her head. She nodded and began to shift from his lap, staggering to her feet and holding onto the countertop. He got up, grabbed his crossbow and dragged his hand across his eyes, clearing some of the blood from his vision and lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face.

“Uh… I…” Jess tried to say. She pushed her fingers into her hair, feeling a lump forming at the back and a gash at the side. It was wet and sticky with blood. When she started to run thought exactly what had happened in her mind, Daryl could only watch her helplessly as she paced about, her eyes scanning the wooden floor under her boots. She quickly refastened the button on her camo pants and smoothed her hands over her painful thighs. “…Um. I think- I…” she stops and stared at him with tears still forming in her eyes. “…I think I almost got...They were going to…”

Daryl was totally perplexed when she burst into fits of laughter. Squeezing her eyes shut and entering into hysterics, using the countertop for stability. Baffled by her behavior but glad she seemed to have let go of her fear, eventually, he started to smile along with her but was still deeply concerned.

“They almost fucking killed me!” She cried “They almost raped and killed me. I can’t believe it! Holy crap!”

The more she looked at him and his confused expression, the more her laughter waned until finally, she stood in front of him breathing heavily and glaring at him with a strange kind of intensity that Daryl could not place.

“You saved my life. Again.” She uttered.

She closed the gap between them, crossing the wooden flooring as if she was on a mission. She stopped inches from him, placed both of her hands on either side of his face, and kissed him. Without warning. Without permission. Without even deciding to do it or ruminating the consequences. He’d held her life in his hands and he still did and she needed it. She needed him simply because her whole being was so thankful, so unashamedly appreciative of his very existence that she couldn’t have done anything else. When her lips met his, she was alive again.

Daryl was hopelessly unprepared and caught off guard and he was certain that every single muscle he possessed locked into a tight knot. He stood there, immobile and wondered how, for so many months, he’d spent time admiring her and studying every part of her face and lips and yet still, did not see this coming. His mind was screaming at him to react in a mixture of his own voice and that of his brothers.

This is what you’ve wanted for so long. Kiss her back.

She tore away from him, stumbling back and covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes were wide with panic and he could see her fingers quivering in front of her lips. His own were parted and tingling from the soft sensation of her kiss, now lingering like a reminder of his own inaction. He peered cluelessly at her through his wet, bloody hair.

“Shit” she breathed “Oh shit.”

She whirled around, running for the door like it was an Olympic sprint and was gone from the house before Daryl could even blink. He released a strained breath and leaned back against the kitchen table, gripping the edge either side of him with knuckles turning white. His head lowered and he closed his eyes.

I guess this is where everything changes.

Had she stayed in Alexandria that night, she would have discovered that the group responsible for multiple murders in the town was indeed the same one from the city and the woods and it was apparent that their spotters had followed Rick's group back from a recent search. Biding their time, they’d waited until the gate guard was distracted and taken their chance, filtering into the community in the darkened corners of the streets and taking out the guards as quietly as possible.

Deanna was notified with enough time to usher the vulnerable into her attic and wait for what she hoped would not be the downfall of her dream.

But Jess fled from Aaron’s house like a bat out of hell, darting across the street and past the exhausted and re-grouping crowd, which contained Aaron and Eric, who exchanged a worried glance after seeing Daryl race in through their open front door in search of Jess. Eric started forwards with the intention of following her, but was stopped by Aaron taking his hand and slowly shaking his head.

Whatever happened, she needs to be alone.

Daryl emerged sometime after Jess with his crossbow on his back and holding onto her machete and knife. He trudged towards the waiting stares of Rick’s group, who were all in various states, but none of which were as stained red by blood as him. Carol ran out from the middle, skidding to a stop in front of him and gasping at the state of him. Asking if it was his blood, he solemnly shook his head, looked up at Aaron and Eric and told them not to go into the house until he’d been able to remove the bodies.

Jess used water from her tank at the large sink in the diner’s kitchen. She stripped down to her bare skin and scrubbed until she was red raw, shivering and trying to wash off the dirt and the blood and the terror and the sadness. Her mind kept flicking back to being held down to the table and her thighs ached from the hand-shaped bruises forming.

Her own morality wasn’t something she dwelled on too much anymore. In her reasoning, she was a survivor, until she wasn’t anymore and that was no less certain even before the world died. But Daryl saving her life had shoved her, staring into the void of her own demise, forcing her to acknowledge that had he not been there in time, ultimately, it was the end for her. Being taken away and used or being killed there and then, it hadn’t mattered to her because there simply was no difference, both meant it was over and it was a thought that stabbed pure fear into every inch of her being.

Jess had come to the conclusion since the turn that everyone had a monster inside them in some way or another. That most people's monsters lay dormant, in a constant state of disuse because they were brought up a certain way, because they’re not wired that way or because they’ve been conditioned, in some way shape or form, to control them. Others, dance with their monsters and feed them and nourish them on their path to immorality, prison or hell. But those that become nothing but monsters at the end of the world were a new type of depravity to Jess. Those that chose to take that path, instead of surviving in the best way possible and retaining their humanity.

The violence she’d witnessed from Daryl had been like watching a horror movie on a screen, only the noise was real and she could smell the blood and the chopped up, mutilated remains would undoubtedly be an image that she would never forget. But she understood that the difference between Daryl and the men that charged Alexandria for a murder spree, was their monsters and now she’d seen with her own eyes just how vicious Daryl’s was. But he’d made a choice to be on the right path, using death only to protect and prevent, contrary to the men he’d killed.

Wandering out to the wooden seats that still remained at the front of the diner from its days of use. She drew a thick blanket around her shoulders, covering her Star Wars hoodie and sweatpants. She quietly slid onto the seat and brought her legs up, crossing them underneath and studied the long grass between the rides as it swayed in the wind. The ringing of the bell on the gate tinkled through the metal structures and she leaned to one side, squinting and spotting Daryl with his body pressed against the gate and his fingers laced through the fencing.

Wearily and with a certain degree of frustration, she hauled herself up from the bench and padded to the gate, stopping in front of it and not even bothering to tell him that she wasn’t about to let him in.

Don’t mention the kiss. Please, Daryl.

Daryl got the message as soon as he saw her face. His clothing was still crimson in color but his skin had been cleaned enough to make him look human again. His hair was matted and his face was tired, his filthy fingers clung to the metal fencing.

Jess approached the gate and stopped two feet away, not bothering to tell him that she was not going to let him in. But Daryl could tell he wasn’t going to be allowed any further. It was written all over her face and she was paler than he’d ever seen before.

“Needed to know you’re OK” He said quietly, his voice croaky from the sheer ferocious nature of chopping a man into multiple pieces and expelling his rage through his throat.

“I’m not OK. I just need to be left alone.” She said honestly.

“What can I do?” he asked, ignoring the latter part of her sentence and focusing on the fact that she was not, in fact, okay.

I’m not going to mention the kiss. Now ain’t the time.

“Nothing.” She whispered, running a hand through her hair and clutching the blanket at her waist.

“Ya head alright? Ya took a beatin” He observed after noticing the cut to her right temple had been cleaned up and was luckily, smaller than he’d expected.

“Sore.” She shrugged. Concussion was a very real possibility and Jess was aware of that. Her head stung and ached with pain when she’d attempted to get some sleep and so she decided that she would think her night away while sitting on the bench outside.

“You okay other than that?” He continued

Usually always delighted to be in his company, when she looked at him, she experienced a bizarre mix of emotions, among which was humiliation, but also gratitude. She needed him to leave but didn’t possess the mental energy to find the most polite way to ask.

“Daryl-”

“-Don’t you dare argue with me right now, Jess.” He interrupted firmly. The gate rattled on its hinges when his boot hit the bottom of the frame, adding an element of irritation to his warning. “I said, are ya okay, other than that?”

“Some bad bruising on my thighs. That’s it.” She sighed, noting him shift and move closer to the gate, levelling his gaze with her.

“No, uh, I meant…” he pauses “they were gonna-”

“-I know.” She cut in “I know what they were going to do. I’m ok. Really.”

She didn’t need to file through the details, didn’t need to talk about how frightened she was or how her skin felt like it had been marred even though it didn’t get that far, she also didn’t want to talk about how she’d witnessed the man she loved bludgeon someone else to a pulp. What she needed was sleep and to start moving on.

“What you saw…” he croaked “…what ya saw me do…I’d never hurt you. Don’t be scared of me, Jess. Please.”

A lump formed in her throat at the thought of him believing her to be scared of him. He was the person she trusted more than anyone else in the world and he was responsible for her still being alive and able to step forward and entwine her fingers with his through the fence.

“Remember when I told you I’d kill anyone that tried to hurt you?” She asked. Daryl only nodded at the memory. “You did the same for me tonight. I’ll never be afraid of you.” She sniffed “I adore you.”

He unlaced his hands from the fence, pushing them back through once more, over hers and held them there tightly.

“I couldn’t stop. I just…couldn’t stop. Everything went black n’ there was just me n’ him and I thought of you and what he could’a…” He explained. “…I’m here. If ya need to talk. I’m here.”

“I’m okay, Daryl. It didn’t happen. You stopped it.” She assured him

He tried to step back but he couldn’t bring himself to let go of her hands, his feet moved but he was soon against the fence again, pleading with her to just let him in, into the fairground and into her thoughts. But she was more independent than he remembered and she needed to start to process it on her own. His eyes never left her, even when a long and intense silence lasted for almost a minute and his hands only gripped hers more.

“I’m the one you tell.” He rasped. “Me.”

She rested her head against his with the fence dividing them like a physical representation of the barrier that had been cemented between them from the beginning.

“Always” She agreed.

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Dirty Little Secret

Title: Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 2979 (Again...close to the limit. Sorry not sorry :P )

Summary: Dean liked to keep you under wraps, he liked to keep you his secret. So when you decide that you’ve had enough of being hidden, Dean makes sure you know exactly where you stand.

Rating: 18 +. NSFW

Warnings: Smut. Car smut. Wall Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) Fem oral sex. Blow jobs. Fingering. Angst. Angsty smut. Orgasms. Swearing.

A/N: Ok so this is my entry for @purpleskiesandcherrypies Purple’s 4k smut challenge (check it out!) Once again, congrats on all the followers hun! Hope you like the oneshot! :)

The quote i chose was #21 “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” This will be outlined in bold.

Also any mistakes are my own, please do not repost my work anywhere however reblogs are fine and welcome :) I’ll give you a virtual hug if you did reblog or comment, means the world <3

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The windows of the impala were steamed over as Dean pounded you into the backseat. The stubble on his face, rubbing against your collarbone as he kissed at your neck. You moaned, angling your hips so he could fuck you harder and deeper. At the slight movement change, Dean growled lowly, unhooking your legs from around his waist and placing them around his neck instead.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he grunted, your flexibility allowing him to fuck you in angles he’d only ever dreamed of.

You tried to grasp at the leather beneath you, Dean’s dick hitting your sweet spot over and over again; his fingers rubbing at your clit coaxing you towards your release. You screamed his name, not caring if anyone could hear you. You had never had anyone make you feel as good as he did and boy, did he make you feel good.

Your legs were starting to jelly, your breathing was ragged as Dean’s hips started to stutter. “Cum for me, Y/N” he husked, a bead of sweat dripping from his temple. Your pussy clenched as you saw dots, you milked his cock for every last drop as he came deep inside you, both of you riding out your highs.

Dean collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily as you let your legs fall apart. The sweet ache of muscles you loved so much appearing in your thighs. You lightly scrapped your nails up and down Dean’s back lovingly, before resting your palm on the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours.

“Got to admit, I’m starting to enjoy these little shopping trips of ours,” Dean mumbled against your lips, a teasing tone accompanying his wiggling eyebrows. You rolled your eyes as you pushed at his shoulder, the indicator for him to get off you.

“Starting? You mean you haven’t enjoyed the 5 previous ‘trips’ we’ve been on?” You smiled knowingly, using air quotations to point out the obvious before reaching for your recently discarded clothes.

Dean pulled his shirt over his head, quickly dressing on his backseat. “Ah, sweetheart, you know it only gets better each time with you.” He winked, a smug smile on his face.

“Smooth, Winchester.” You grinned, shaking your head gently as you shuffled into your jeans. ��Although, we’d have a lot more fun in the bunker ya know.” You winked back at him, wanting him to pick up on your insinuation of all the places you could fuck him. You also wanting him to pick up on the fact that you were also fed up of hiding your relationship. Dean shrugged his flannel into place, not willing to look you in the eye.

“This is our secret Y/N, we don’t need Sam finding out just yet,” he stated, a dominant tone to his voice. You just nodded slightly, hearing the same excuse leave his lips. You didn’t understand the big deal of Sam knowing. Before you could even question it, Dean had made his way to the driver’s seat.

“Time to get the supplies in,” he announced as he started the engine, speeding off towards the town, not even giving you a chance to join him up front.

After stocking up on the usual, you and Dean hightailed it back to the bunker. Armed with the weekly groceries, you both made your way down the metal stairs, coming face to face with Sam who was sat at the war room table surrounded by notes.

“Hey, what took you guys so long?” Sam questioned, making you stop, your tummy flipping. He’s got to suspect something right?

Dean just shrugged, nonchalantly and placed the haul in front of his little brother.

“Long line in the pie store,” he said casually, grabbing himself and Sam a beer from the bags.

Sam took note of the bags and smiled slightly, “you said that last time you went,” he observed and you started to fiddle with the bags you were holding, “anyone would think you two were having sex in secret,” he continued, smiling as he took a quick sip from the bottle.

You went wide eyed, he knew. The fucker knew and he was playing with you. You knew this was it, you could finally admit that you were in a relationship with Dean and there would be no more sneaking around. No more ‘shopping trips’ that take longer than needs be. You looked towards Dean who had just spat out his beer in shock at Sam’s statement.

“What with Y/N? Are you serious?” he questioned, an amused smile on his face as he looked between you and Sam, pointing at you with his bottle. “I mean she’s alright looking but you know not my type. At all. Need bigger…you know, dress a little more…well. You know me, Sammy, I just like my cheap thrills.” Dean shrugged, sitting down at the table and rummaging through the bags for the pie.

Sam looked towards you with an apologetic look on his face as you stood there, heartbroken. Each one of Dean’s words cutting you deeper than you could have ever imagined. You’d given yourself to this man, wholeheartedly but to hear him degrade you like that? Call you a cheap thrill? You couldn’t take it anymore and you wouldn’t do it anymore. You forcefully dropped the bags to the floor in front of you as you stormed to your room, intent on leaving the bunker and the Winchesters indefinitely.

Sam grimaced at your actions and looked towards his brother who was currently cutting into his pie, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Sam shook his head in disbelief at his brother, earning him a confused glance from Dean.

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You wiped the tears from your face as you shoved what little you owned into the duffel bag on your bed. You couldn’t believe what Dean had said, that you meant so little to him. You’d only been packing for fifteen minutes when you heard your door open behind you. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was and your blood boiled.

“Get out,” you seethed, your voice low, your body shaking with anger.

Dean just shut the door behind him “Y/N…” he said softly, holding one hand out in front of him as he tried to reason with you.

You just shook your head as you continued to furiously pack your things. “Just leave me alone, Dean. You said all you had to say out there. 6 months I’ve given myself to you, 6 months I’ve put up with your bullshit but after hearing what you truly think of me? Not wanting to admit what we had to Sam? This…” you motioned between the two of you “…Is done,” you spat.You saw the sudden change in Dean, his stance becoming defensive and his eyes dark.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” he shouted, his tone strong and domineering, “Do you want me to call you baby, huh? Say that you’re all that I need, all that I want? You knew what this was, we’re just friends,” he asserted, staring you down.

“Just friends?” You stared at him in disbelief, anger bubbling away inside of you, your hands twisting at the one converse shoe in your hands, “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” you shouted as you launched the shoe towards him, fury pumping your veins. Dean had to be quick, he ducked as the shoe bounced of the closed door before he focused on you once again, his tone changing.

“Y/N,” Dean warned, his voice dangerously low.

Your chest was rising and falling with each breath you heaved. You couldn’t believe him, you wanted to punch him, hurt him. You were done. You became assertive and you squared your shoulders, pointing towards the green eyed Winchester.

“No. I’m done with your shit Dean. You don’t want me to have sex with anyone bar you, you threaten any guy that tries to put moves on me, you won’t let me hunt alone, you rarely let me leave this bunker on my own in case something happens to me.” You shook your head, scoffing under your breath as you zipped up your duffel, “you’ve seen me naked more times than I can count, you’ve put yourself in front of danger for me and you took a bullet for me like an idiot. You come to me when you have nightmares to cuddle me and you want me to believe that we’re just friends?” You ran your hands through your hair, your mind replaying his previous words over and over again. “Fuck. You,” you stated fiercely, daring to stare him down.

You broke his gaze, not wanting him to see the tears that were beginning to well in your eyes as you grabbed your duffel with one hand, your coat with the other. Dean eyed your movements and he broadened his stance.

“You’re not going anywhere, Y/N,” he threatened.

You smiled slightly, even now he wouldn’t let you go. “No?” you challenged “Watch me.”

You stormed towards him, your eyes trained on the door in front of you. As you became level with Dean, he waited for you to pass just slightly before he made his move. You didn’t even have time to blink. He grabbed you by the wrist and swung you around, snatching at your bag and throwing it to the side as he pinned you up against the wall.

“You’re not leaving. You’re mine, sweetheart,” Dean growled possessively, his eyes burning into yours as he stared you into submission.

You felt your body quiver with anticipation, reacting to his touch. You felt betrayed by yourself. Not a word was spoke as his green eyes bore into yours, flickering from one side to the other as he tried to seek your permission for what he wanted to do. When he noticed your eyes dilate, Dean’s lips slammed onto yours.

You whimpered under Dean, his hands still gripped onto your wrists pinning you to the wall, his kiss passionate against your lips. He trailed his kisses down your neck and peppered them across your chest, the tip of his tongue trailing over your skin. He released your hands and immediately went for the hem of your top, ripping it up over your head before you could protest. Not that you wanted too. You hadn’t had sex in the bunker before, so you’d be damned if you were going to stop him now.

He ripped down the cups of your bra, your nipples reacting to the cool air before Dean’s hands moulded to them. He kneaded them, tweaked at your buds as his lips attacked your skin. He trailed his tongue slowly down between the valley of your breasts, kissing every so often. His hands ghosted down your sides, his fingers dancing across your skin as he worshipped your body. His tongue eventually got to the waistband of your jeans and he placed a kiss just under your naval as his hands began to work on shredding you of your clothes.

Popping open the button and pulling at your zipper, Dean continued to undress you. His large hands yanked at your jeans as he pulled them and your panties down in one go, his nose pressed against your mound. You felt his hot breath fanning over your folds as he encouraged you to step out of your garments. Dean’s hands came either side of your thighs, his lust filled orbs looking up at you.

“Spread ‘em,” he commanded.

“De,” you whispered breathlessly, your hand holding onto his shoulders. You were stood practically naked in front of him, in your bedroom, in the bunker. You suddenly became aware that Sam could and probably would hear you and you knew Dean didn’t want his brother to know about this.

“Did I stutter? Spread. Them,” he commanded again, the authoritative tone in his voice causing your pussy to pulse.

You did as he ordered and you heard a deep rumble come from Dean’s chest. His mouth watering at the sight of you as he saw the slick that was already coating your folds. He wasted no time, he ran his tongue from your entrance to your clit, lapping you up and you couldn’t help but moan loudly. He was relentless, his tongue flicking over your sensitive nub, sucking on it as you felt his fingers stretch you.

You clawed your fingers through his hair, desperately trying to hold onto him to keep your balance. His fingers worked you, curling at your sensitive spot over and over again as his tongue swept through your folds. You felt your legs begin to shake, the sensitivity of it all pushing you onto your tiptoes but Dean was relentless. He was eating you out like he was a man starved. With the familiar coil in your tummy tightening, your breathing became ragged and you moaned his name over and over again. Dean picked up the pace with his fingers, his tongue matching the speed and you came harder than you have in a while.

You felt Dean beginning to stand so you opened your eyes, only to be met with a smug grin. A grin that was covered in your juices. He kissed you, slowly, wanting you to taste yourself on his lips as he undid his own bottoms, using one hand to guide yours to his cock. Dean pulled away from your lips and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He brought his large hand to the side of your face and caressed your cheek before placing it on your shoulder, encouraging you to get on the floor.

With quaky legs, you fell to your knees, taking his throbbing cock into your mouth. You lips sucking at the tip before you took him all the way down to the hilt, gag reflex be damned. You heard him growl above you and felt him lean on the wall for support. You moaned around his cock, letting him go with a pop before allowing your tongue to trace up the underside. You eagerly sucked away the precum that had beaded on the tip before taking him to the hilt once more. You bobbed your head, swirled your tongue and tasted almost everything he had to offer. Above you, Dean was beginning to pant heavily and you knew that meant he was close. He however, had other ideas.

Pulling you up roughly, he slammed you back into the wall, his hard cock nudging against your belly.

“As much as I’d love to come in that pretty mouth,” he husked, his thumb pulling down your bottom lip, “I’m going to fill up that pussy of yours. I want to see it dripping.”

Your clenched at his words and you just nodded, your mind unable to form words. Dean roughly ran his hand through your hair as he pulled you flush to him. His lips crashing onto yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth with a dominance to which you could only submit. His hands resting just under your ass, grabbing at your thighs as he lifted you up, placing your back against the wall for support.

Without a word, he lined himself up at your entrance and thrust into you, filling you perfectly. You tried to throw your head back but you couldn’t, Dean was holding you tightly against the wall, his length buried deep inside you. He grunted in your ear when your pussy clenched around him, you were urging him to move. The delicious burn wasn’t enough, you needed him to fuck you and you needed him to own you.

And own you he did. He withdrew his dick slowly, his breath ragged before he entered you again, hard. He picked up his pace, your breasts bouncing with each thrust as he fucked you senseless. He lowered you down the wall slightly, allowing him to fuck you deeper and harder. Your toes curled and your legs tightened around him, the new angle allowing him to hit your cervix in a spine tingling way. You knew your back was going to be bruised but you didn’t care, you cared about the man who was balls deep inside you, his lips biting at the nape of your neck. You knew his marks would litter your skin and it made you clench once more.

“F-fuck, Y/N,” Dean groaned against your skin at the feeling. He sucked and nibbled at your skin before starting at your breasts that were bouncing hard against your body.

You felt the familiar coil in your stomach tighten once more and you felt your legs tighten with it. This only encouraged Dean to fuck you harder against the wall, giving everything he had as skin hitting skin was the echoing around your room.

“D-d-dean,” Was all you managed, an orgasm washing over you, your juices coating Dean’s cock.

With your pussy pulsing, Dean’s movements started to stutter and you clawed at his back. You were milking him for everything he had. With one hard thrust, Dean came hard and he rested his head against your shoulder, steadily coming down from his high.

He slowly and carefully, lowered your legs to the floor, withdrawing his spent dick as he did so. You stood shakily, near enough naked in front of him, his cum dripping down your legs as you panted. Dean smirked at the sight, running his tongue over his lower lip as he tucked himself back into his pants.

As he stepped forward, he placed his lips on your temple, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He ran his finger through your cum soaked folds before bringing them up to pinch your chin, looking you square in the eye.

“Don’t ever think of leaving me again, sweetheart.”

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Reasons to be jealous

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, one swear word Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne (side) Additional Tags: Pining, Misunderstandings, Jealousy, Undercover as a Couple, Future Fic, 5+1 Things, Brotherly Bonding, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff Batfam Bingo Square: 5+1 AO3: /18872404

One

“Well, that’s one arsonist behind bars.” Dick closed his laptop with a sigh of deep satisfaction. “Good job, Timmy.”

“Warm in here today,” he remarked absently, still focused on his own screen but knowing that Dick liked a bit of chatter once the tension of a case lessened.

“Oh, yeah, Jay and I were talking about it recently and it just reminded me of how much I like coming home to a warm room.”

Tim actually turned his attention to Dick. Dick and Jason… they talked, sure. The years had even smoothed most of the stiltedness out of it. He would go so far as to call them family.

But they weren’t friends. Tim couldn’t imagine them talking about room temperatures.

“You were?”

Dick laughed. “Weird topic of conversation, right? But you know how boring stake-outs go.”

Tim nodded in a heartfelt manner.

“It’s just a childhood thing. Circus trailers aren’t exactly known for great insulation. And Jay….”, Dick hesitated. Close to two decades later and still none of them liked to think about that child trying to survive on Gotham’s streets. “Well, he knows cold, too. I thought it would be nice to have it warm if he stops by, is all.”

That was the second time Dick had called Jason ‘Jay’. Tim had thought he was the only one of their family who called Jason that. The only one who regularly saw Jason, too. Apparently not.

He ignored the twinge in his gut and asked, “So you’re getting along better now?”

The smile on Dick’s face was small but genuine. “Yeah.”

“Hey, did you set something on fire? Usually I’m close to freezing in here. See, this is why I bring the food,” Jason joked as he dropped the containers with said food on the kitchen counter.

Tim’s neck felt hot as he moved to take out some plates. “I thought it might be… nice. To be warm.”

It wasn’t a good excuse, he knew that.

Jason’s gaze sharpened. “Nice.”

Tim shrugged as casually as possible.

He thought Jason might ask again - give that man a hint something was up and he would follow it to its bitter end - but the other man finally relaxed into a smile. “Well, it is. Nice.”

When they moved to the couch for their weekly session of greasy food and terrible TV, Jason took his jacket off. Again Tim felt that unease in his gut. He had assumed that Jason kept the jacket on as form of a safety blanket, to hide his guns or even just out of a sense of style. But no, he’d just been freezing because Tim never really noticed the temperature of a room he was in and tended to keep it on the chilly side.

Some detective he was. He’d been doing this - this thing with Jason for years now, being partners, brothers, friends even, but he hadn’t seen something so simple about him. But Dick had.

A knee nudged against his. When he looked up Jason’s eyes were concerned.

“You alright, babybird?”

The nickname, as always, made Tim want to smile, but he just said: “Tired, sorry.”

Two

It was one thing to know that Dick and Jason were getting along better now; another entirely to watch it.

Patrol with just the four of them was always tense. It didn’t happen often. Babs had made plenty of comments about all-men groups being ‘way too testosterone guided’ and Tim absolutely conceded her point. But she was busy and Steph and Cass were away, as was Bruce. The announcement of an upcoming Arkham breakout hadn’t left them with much choice but for the four of them to work together.

Still, Tim had expected it to be tense because Dick and Jason were sniping at each other and Damian at everyone, not because Jason and Dick were goofing around and it was weird.

Dick was laughing and slinging an arm around Jason’s shoulder innocently. Tim knew that move intimately - any moment now Dick’s hand would move under Jason’s right arm and flip him over bodily. He’d done it to Tim and Damian about a thousand times.

Dick’s hand moved and pulled.

Nothing happened.

Jason was grinning under his helmet, Tim was sure. “Bit heavier than you remembered, Nightwing?”

Dick pouted.

Before he could reply, however, he was interrupted by a sharp voice. “Are you done being a distraction?”

Damian was being even more pissy than usual. He’d donned his Batman cowl in Bruce’s absence, but it couldn’t hide the perpetual scowl on his face this night. Tim didn’t need to guess what had caused it. The brat (which was what Damian always would be to him, a head taller than him or not) had always been possessive over Dick, and didn’t Tim know it.

Still, for once, Tim actually agreed with him. They were very distracting.

Luckily, the first inmate chose that moment to break through security forces, and soon they were all too busy for any more flirting.

“Why are you here and not in the shower?” Dick waved a hand in the direction Jason had disappeared to.

“I need to write a mission report,” Tim protested.

“We can do that, right, little D?” Dick smiled at Damian, who grumbled but acquiesced. “Go ahead and have an early night, dude. You look beat.”

“Uh. Thanks.”

Tim made his way to the unofficial changing room they sometimes used after missions, where Jason was just coming out of the shower, a towel around his hips.

He smiled when he saw Tim. “You’re done?”

“Looks like it.”

“Wanna go for some pancakes?”

“Sure.”

With a quiet sigh of relief, Tim peeled out of the tight suit, grimacing mentally at the sweat that made his skin stick to the material. Jason moved next to him to get dressed.

Tim didn’t realise how quiet he’d been until Jason’s hand reached out to poke his newly uncovered cheek. “Something on your mind, babybird?”

“It’s weird,” he admitted, “seeing Dick and you get along.”

Jason laughed. “I bet. Don’t worry, it probably won’t last.”

“What brought the truce on, anyway?”

“Nothing special. Guess we just decided to, to quote a certain Tim Drake, ‘grow up and talk’. Though alcohol was involved. Obviously.”

Tim’s eyes narrowed. Jason wasn’t looking at him and his tone of voice was relaxed, light, even.

He was lying.

Three

“If he’s coming to Wayne functions now, we might as well make Jason officially a part of the family again.”

“Bruce doesn’t know how to ask and he thinks Jason will say no.”

“He might not.” But Tim was aware that Dick’s attention wasn’t really on their quiet conversation.

Dick was loosening his tie. Tim, curse his brain, couldn’t help but notice the way his throat was flushed, how he swallowed like his mouth was dry.

See, this was the kind of situation where Tim mentally cursed every bit of detective training he’d ever had. He’d really rather not know that his brother was becoming aroused in the middle of a very public ballroom, thank you very much.

Tim followed Dick’s gaze to where Jason and Damian were talking to a group of socialites, the two of them towering over everyone else. Without any conscious input from his brain, his own eyes strayed to where the suit jacket stretched just so over Jason’s broad shoulders, to where the coat flared, perfectly accentuating his waist, down to his thighs just barely contained by the slim suit pants…

Dick’s voice recalled him to the present. “Well, you would know better than anyone else.”

Apparently not, Tim thought. Apparently I don’t know anything about him. If he didn’t even tell me about you…

It was hard to speak around the bitterness in throat. “I know that if he keeps throwing Damian to the wolves like that, he won’t live long enough to answer Bruce.”

Dick laughed. “Aww, you know Damian only means his death threats 30% of the time these days. Still, I’ll go rescue him. Coming?”

Tim waved him off, knowing all three of the official Wayne brothers together would draw a crowd. Worse, it would draw Cass. As much as he loved his sister, he didn’t want her to see the ugly feeling clawing through him.

For a minute, he just watched Dick move through the crowd, a kind word here, a flirtatious smile there, always working his audience. The golden boy. Tim had thought he was over that old jealousy - over fighting for the cowl, for Bruce’s love, for a place in their family, always compared to the first Robin - but now it looked like Jason would be just one more thing he’d lose to Dick and he couldn’t stand it.

There was a familiar presence sidling up to him. For such a big man, Jason could be quite stealthy.

Tim took a deep breath, composing himself. He couldn’t afford to act weird around Jason. Again.

“Hey,” he smiled at him, “Alfred got you into a suit?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to wearing something this expensive.” Jason rolled his shoulders back, stretching the shirt even further. Tim had to look away. “You make it look so natural.”

“I’m always terrified of spilling something.” Tim suppressed a shudder, remembering his mother’s less than understanding attitude when he’d ruined one of his outfits as a child. Alfred, of course, would never do more than cluck disapprovingly, but…

“Well, then you’d better put that glass away and dance with me.” There was a roguish grin on Jason’s face as he offered Tim a hand.

Tim, however, didn’t even really have time to consider that offer before Jason just went and took his hand anyway, his other setting down Tim’s glass on a nearby surface before pulling the younger man to the dance floor.

“Jason,” Tim protested, laughter threatening to break through as Jason pulled him into his arms and began leading him into a quickstep.

“C’mon, the longer we dance, the longer we don’t need to talk to anyone else.” Jason grinned down at him. “Mrs. Quickshaw was already making her way over.”

Now Tim did giggle. “In that case, feel free to whisk me away anytime.”

He thought he saw Dick watching them from the corner of his eyes, but Jason chose that moment to twirl him around and he forgot all about it, breathless with laughter.

Four

“Grayson and Todd.”

Tim looked up from his screen at the cave to the masked crusader sitting next to him. “What about them?” Last time he’d checked, the two were out and about on their usual routes. Jason had even texted him about a particularly funny incident involving two sex workers and a fourteen-year-old wannabe client four minutes ago. Surely even he hadn’t managed to get into trouble in the meantime?

What was he thinking, this was Gotham.

Damian made an impatient gesture. His expression implied that Tim should know exactly what he was talking about, but he deigned to say: “They are closer.”

Oh.

“Yes.” Tim did his best to sound disinterested. There was no way he would bare this wound to Damian.

Damian was frowning up a storm now. “I’ve seen Grayson experience romantic and sexual attraction to someone he believes is out of his reach before. He’s exhibiting all the signs now.”

Tim considered that. In a way, Damian certainly knew Dick better than Tim. (That still smarted a bit, by the way.) The brat had certainly become better about people’s emotions through the years. If Damian said that Dick was in love with Jason, Tim believed him.

For a second, he considered the possibility that it was one-sided with something like joy. Then he squashed it ruthlessly.

It was Dick. How could Jason resist him? Why would he want to? Everyone loved Dick. It didn’t matter that Tim had invested years of his life into supporting Jason through the most difficult times of their lives, into building a relationship that was founded on trust instead of violence. He had never kidded himself that it made Jason obligated or even likely to love him.

It didn’t matter, because who wouldn’t want Dick?

Dick might be pining now, but soon, he would get what he wanted. He always did, in these things.

Tim just hoped for Jason’s sake that Dick wouldn’t get tired of him once he had him.

Shoving the thought away, he said tiredly, “Maybe it is for now.”

There was a loud crack as Damian set down his cup with enough force to split porcelain. “You’re not helpful, Drake,” he spat, jumping up and exiting the cave in his usual dramatic fashion.

Tim watched him leave and wondered why this felt like giving up.

Five

“Oh, I see you have booked our honeymoon suite. May I offer my felicitations?”

Jason smiled and pulled his partner closer into him. “Thank you.”

“Our suite offers everything you need to make it the experience of a lifetime. The rooms include a kitchenette, a secluded balcony with a sea view as well as a whirlpool. I’ll have an attendant bring you a bottle of champagne,” the clerk smiled, “on the house.”

Dick beamed. “Oh, thank you, that’s very kind of you!” He turned to kiss Jason on the cheek. “See, babe, I told you this hotel is the best.”

“You’re very welcome, Mr. Grayson. Now, our restaurant serves dinner between six and ten, though I’m happy to give you recommendations if you choose to dine elsewhere. Room service is available by calling…”

“Will she never stop talking,” a voice in Tim’s feed cut her off.

Tim frowned. “You’re supposed to be working, Robin.”

He could practically hear Damian’s eyeroll. “Not much to do as a valet, you imbecile. I’m assigned to take their luggage up,” that was going according to plan, then, Tim thought, how nice to know, thank you, Damian, “but they are too busy flirting to actually do something.”

“That is what they’re supposed to be doing,” Tim reminded him.

“Tch.” Damian’s feed cut off.

Jason and Dick were finally wrapping things up at the reception desk. Tim watched through the security cameras as they turned towards the elevators, their eyes seemingly never leaving each other.

These days, Jason was the logical choice as a partner on these missions if they wanted to keep it in the family. Mostly because people didn’t know he was family, so they could use their actual names to get into luxury hotels and the like. O was busy and Bruce on another planet, so it made sense that Tim was running the backup side of things. Sure, Dick had been a bit quick to volunteer to be Jason’s partner on this one, leaving Damian to infiltrate the labor side of things, but Damian was still a bit stiff in undercover situations like this one. The entire set-up was entirely logical.

Still, as Jason’s hand dropped down to squeeze a generous handful of Dick’s ass, Tim started to see Damian’s point.

The honeymooners made their way up to their room. Separating as soon as the door closed behind Damian, they silently began to case the room.

Tim let them work for it for a minute, then spoke into the mic. “There are no outgoing signals apart from my camera from your room.”

Jason looked up into said camera and smiled. “Thanks. How are things on your end?”

“Uneventful.”

Dick asked, “Where’s Damian?”

“Making his way through the rooms. He’ll hand your note over to the mark in about five minutes.”

“Better get undressed then,” Dick said, winking at Jason. “Gotta give her a show, right?”

“You actually want her and Damian to walk in on us?” Jason sighed dramatically. “Tim, you’ll rescue me if Damian tries to kill me, right?”

“I don’t know,” Tim replied drily around the bile in his throat, “if you make me watch you two have sex, I might help him hide the bodies.”

“Ouch.” Jason pressed a hand to his heart. “I’m wounded.”

Dick rolled his eyes and pulled his shirt over his eyes. “Just get undressed.”

“Since you’re asking so nicely, darling.”

“Just for you, honey.”

Tim decided to turn his attention to Damian’s feed, instead.

And one

To say the aftermath of the mission was tense was to make an understatement. They had drawn out the mob contact they’d needed and locked away an entire branch of a drug-smuggling cartel, but Jason and Dick had barely made it back to the cave before Damian had appeared to whisk a confused Dick away, throwing acidic looks at Jason all the way.

Jason, weirdly, didn’t seem to take that to heart at all. Instead, he was grinning at Tim. “Got the brat all upset, huh?”

Tim didn’t know what to say. That Damian had good reason to be upset? That both of them couldn’t stand this new relationship that had been on display so obviously during this mission? ‘He’ll come around’, knowing fully well it would be a lie?

Abruptly, Tim stood up from his chair. Then he didn’t know what to do next. His instincts were screaming at him to get of here, to get away from Jason until he had himself under control again, but he couldn’t just storm past him, could he? Then Jason would definitely know something was wrong.

And this was what he had wanted all these years, right? For Jason to be a part of their family again. To be happy.

(For Jason to happy with Tim.

But he should’ve known better. Who could compete with Dick Grayson, after all?)

“I’m happy for you and Dick.” Tim could say it, but he couldn’t make himself look at Jason as he did.

“Tim.” Jason’s voice was soft.

Tim’s eyes stayed stubbornly on the ground even as he heard Jason move closer to him.

Then there was a large hand cupping his left jawbone, gently tilting his head up.

“Oh, babybird, I’m-“ there was just the slightest brush of Jason’s lips against his own. Then Jason’s mouth moved up, pressing gentle kisses to his cheekbones, the arch of his brow, his forehead.

Tim had to close his eyes against the sudden burn in them, and Jason kissed his eyelid, too.

“I’m sorry,” Jason told him earnestly. “I didn’t realise the acting would affect you. I didn’t think you-“

“Well, I do. Love you, I mean.” Tim stopped himself. “Wait, that is what we’re talking about, right?”

“I was hoping.” Jason kissed him again. This time, it lasted a lot longer, just their lips gently moving against each other, Jason’s hands on his neck, Tim’s hands on Jason’s shoulders.

When he finally moved just fractions of a centimetre away, Jason said, “I do, too.”

Tim wanted to believe, to just let himself give in to Jason, drown in his affection, but he had to open his eyes, had to ask. “But… you and Dick…”

To his surprise, Jason chuckled. “When would that even happen? I’m pretty sure I spend every waking hour of the day either with you or texting you or talking to you on the coms, Tim. I was probably texting you during the stake-out when Dick and I were talking about the ideal room temperature that you were so weird about.” He paused. “We were talking about the ideal room temperature, babybird. How does that scream romantic relationship to you?”

Tim was full-on blushing now, he was sure. “You’re very comfortable with each other. And you did do way more touching than necessary on the mission.”

“Okay, number one - we’ve been in this business long enough to know to never go undercover as a couple with someone you actually have feelings for. They will be exposed and it will be a mess and someone will probably be watching. Number two - I just enjoyed annoying the shit out of Damian.”

Tim actually pulled back a bit to look at Jason. “Wait, that was intentional?”

“On my side at least.”

Some of the interactions Tim had had with Damian fit that, he just hadn’t thought it was reciprocated - oh. Dick’s flush at the ball. Oh. “So Dick is-“

“I knew Dick was fucked the moment Damian turned out to be that tall.”

Tim groaned in exasperation. “How did I miss that?”

“To be fair, I didn’t really know before I mentioned to Dick that I’m, you know, with you and he proceeded to have a slow meltdown about Damian in front of me. There was alcohol and crying involved. Wasn’t pretty, believe me.”

“That’s what broke the ice?”

“Yeah. Pretty difficult to get annoyed at someone after you’ve seen them sobbing with guilt about being attracted to the demon brat.”

With an exhale, all the tension Tim had been carrying for weeks now left his body and he slumped forward into Jason’s embrace, hiding his face in his neck.

“Can we please stop talking about our brothers now?” Jason asked plaintively even as his hands started rubbing soothing circles on Tim’s back. “Because I’m kind of stuck on the part where you said you loved me and let me kiss you, here.”

The smile that rose on Tim’s face was slow to unfold but so very, very happy. “You’re right. You should kiss me again.”

Jason did.

Tim had no occasion to think about Dick Grayson again that evening.

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thisgirl-writes · 5 years ago

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“You’re On” ~ Chris Evans One Shot

Summary: Chris decides to hang out with some old friends at a bar when he sees someone he can’t help but be drawn to. He finds himself going out his way to get this mystery girl to talk to him (Written from Chris’s POV)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Swearing, drinking

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You hadn’t been out with your old friends in a long time, your schedule had not allowed for it until recently. Finally you were back in your hometown for some well deserved time off, so you figured ‘Why not?’ go out to a bar and hang out with the people you grew up with. They named the place and the time, all you had to do was show up.

It felt good to be home, to be away from the fast lane and the pressure of Hollywood. You loved what you did, it was your passion, but sometimes you just needed to slow things down and get back to the roots. You had been to the place before, it was a place you used to hang out before you got your big break. Which by the way your friends never let you live it down, which is another reason why you were more than thankful that they wanted to go out tonight, and not hang out at your place. It never failed, after a few drinks, someone would find your Captain America shield and attempting to quote some of your lines back to you.

You had gotten a little bit of a late start, so by the time you got to the bar, your friends were already there. There was a decent crowd for a Friday night, but it wasn’t over crowded. You ordered yourself a beer and started catching up with your friends. The jukebox was just loud enough to where you could hear the music playing could also still hear the conversations that were going on. Your friends where filling you in on the little things you had missed since the last time you had been home. That is when you heard her. You turned to the end of the bar where the voice came from. Her voice had you zoned out of everything else that was happening around you. Your friends voice faded into the background when you saw her.

You had never seen her before, but you absolutely wanted to make sure you say her again. Her laugh was what had gotten you to turn her direction, but then you noticed her long, wavy hair that stopped right about the waistline of her jeans was a beautiful shade of chestnut, but when she moved into the light you noticed red highlights dancing throughout. You heard her laugh again, but this time you saw her while she was laughing, whatever her friend had said must of been hilarious for her to react the way she did.

As her laughter quieted down, that is when you noticed her smile. It could light up the whole city. The crimson red lips matched her complexion perfectly. Just as you found yourself wondering what her name is, one of your friends snapped his fingers in front of your face. Causing you to focus back on reality.

“Earth to Chris, bro did you hear a word I just said” you thought about lying and saying yeah you did, but there was no point.

“Honestly? I was zoned out. I heard this laugh and then I saw the girl that the laugh belonged to” you trailed off.

“Oh look, now Chris is in love with a mystery girl at the end of the bar” One of your friends joked causing everyone to break out into laughter. Part of you hoped they would stop, the other part of you hoped they were loud enough to get her to look over.

“Guys c’mon. Knock it off” you pleaded with them. “I’m not in LOVE with her, I just wanna know her name and buy her a drink” you told them.

“Alright point her out” As you casually pointed her out to you friends, you all saw some other guy walk up to her and start talking. Your face dropped, but the grip on you beer bottle tightened.

“Looks like you might have missed your chance, better luck next time” which earned you a pat on the back as their way of saying sorry.

“Nah bro, I still have a shot” You said as you watched her face change from a smile to annoyance.

You wondered where her friend had just gone, just then you saw the girl that was with her before come out of nowhere and stand right next to this mystery girl. You could tell her friend was the more outgoing one of the two of them. You couldn’t quite hear what was being said, but you could read lips a little bit. You tried to keep tabs on what was going on, but without staring.

The longer you attempted to read lips to stay in the loop of mystery girls conversation instead of talking with you friends, the more your friends noticed. They didn’t say anything aside from the casual joke. You decided it would be a good idea to walk past mystery girl and her friend,after all you did have to pass where they were sitting at the bar to get to where the restrooms were located.

“I’ll be right back guys” you inform your friends as you set your now empty beer bottle on the bar “Order me another before I get back, if you can” you say as you walk off.

As you get closer you can actually hear the conversation that is happening

“Let me buy you a drink, pretty lady, then we can go back to my place” you heard the guy say

“You can buy me a drink, but I’m this one's ride home, so I can’t leave” Mystery girl said, you kinda smiled to yourself because 1) she wasn’t interested in him, and 2) she could handle herself. She is absolutely is not from Boston originally, you could detect a slight accent, but it wasn’t Boston’s but yet you couldn’t put your finger on it. You made a mental note to ask her, once you actually got the chance to talk to her.

Since you didn’t actually have to go to the restroom and your whole plan was to just put yourself in her line of sight, you walked in, checked you outfit in the mirror, smoothed out your white t-shirt, made sure that your flannel wasn’t too wrinkled and since you were wearing your “Guns-N-Roses” Hat, there was no need to fix your hair. You washed your hands, and headed back out.

In the short time you were gone, the random guy had left mystery girl and her friend alone and was nowhere in site. You headed back over to your friends to grab yourself another beer. You needed a tad bit more encouragement before you went over to her. You were just mustering up the guts to walk over there when you say mystery girls friend head your direction. Your mind was racing trying to figure out the reason she would come over to you and your friends. You didn’t have time to come up with any logical ideas before her friend was in front of you and your friends.

“Hello there, My name is Callie.” She introduced herself, you all politely introduced yourselves to her as well. “My friend Sarah over there, has never played quarters before, and you guys look like the only non sketchy bunch in this place, so do you guys want to come join us?” She continued, before anyone could give their answer, she directed her gaze at you and opened her mouth to speak again “or are you just going to keep admiring my friend from afar lover boy?” As the words left her mouth, you instantly felt your face get red.Your friends were laughing, and as you opened your mouth to try and defend you “actions” your brain froze. No words were leaving your mouth. Earning a chuckle from Cassie.

“Relax loverboy, she hasn’t noticed. Only me. Now what do you guys say? Let's teach her how to play quarters and get this one to actually say something to her” Cassie said to everyone made their way over to an open table as Cassie went to grab her friend. “Everyone, this is Sarah. Sarah this is everyone.”

“Hi Sarah, nice to meet you, I’m Chris” You said as you took her all in now that you have seen her standing up. She had on ripped skinny jeans, which fit her perfectly, and had them paired with a maroon Def Lepard shirt, which she had modified to make it more revealing than a normal t-shirt should be, which you were not complaining about in the slightest.

“Hi Chris, I’m a big fan of your movies.” Sarah said back you. You were about to ask her which one was her favorite, but before you could Cassie came back from the bar with a big glass of some sort of concoction and started explaining the rules to everyone, but mainly to Sarah since she had never played before.

“Alright, babe, repat the rules back to me, so I know you got them” Cassie said patting her hand on Sarah’s back, and in that moment you wished it was your hand on her back, and not Cassie’s. Your thought process was interrupted when you heard Sarah’s voice again.

“We each get 6 quaters. We have to try and bounce it into that empty glass, one at a time, and it can only bounce once. If you make it, you get to pick someone to drink. First person to get all of their quarters into the glass wins. THe person with the most quarters leftover has to drink whatever the fuck that fucking thing is” Sarah said with a scrunched up face as she pointed to he drink that was now in the middle of the table. You couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable her facial expression was. “ I would just like to say that is is 100% and COMPLETELY unfair, because I am the only one here who hasn’t played. Meaning I don’t know what the actual fuck I am doing here.” her statement earned a laugh from everyone at the table.

“ANd you say that I’m the dramatic on in this friendship” Cassie exclaimed.

“Well I mean you were a cheerleader in high school” Sarah whipped back

“You were the one who was in ACTUAL drama!” Cassie threw right back at Sarah. Hearing that she was in theater made you more interested, and your friends noticed it right away too.

“Alright, alright enough chit chat. Let’s play” Sarah stated. Since it didn’t start with her, since you all agreed to let her go last so she could see how other did it, you decided to try and get to know her a little bit better.

“So what brings ya to Boston?” You asked. You just had to know.

“Well I actually just moved here for a job a couple weeks ago, and Cassie here has been here for a couple years, so she offered to show me around and hang out like we used to.”

“How long have you known Cassie?” You asked

“We meet freshman year of high school so like almost 15 years now” The way she scrunched her face up when she was trying to count back how long she had known Cassie.

The questions paused because it was your turn to go. Having played this multiple times before, you easily got the first quarter in. Like the rule states, you sink it, you pick one one to drink, this time you picked Cassie since it was her idea to play the game, and to call you lover boy. Sarah laughed, but got serious when she realized it was her turn. She was focused, and apparently when she is focused, she sticks her tongue out ever so slightly, you happened to find it adorable, and chuckled at the sight. Unfortunately for Sarah she missed. She frowned and then stuck her bottom lip out towards Cassie. Before you could get back to asking questions Cassie got her quarter in perfectly and she picked Sarah to drink.

“Love you!” Cassie smiled in Sarah’s direction

“Yeah fuck you too” Sarah sarcastically said as she took a sip of her drink while flippign Cassie off. Now it was Cassie’s turn to pout while everyone else was laughing at Sarah’s response. You had managed to get a few more questions off in between turns. You found things out like what plays she did when she was in high school, if she had any pets, and you finally got to ask her what her favorite movie was.

“Wait, do you mean in general, or my favorite movie of yours?” You really had only originally meant for the latter one, but at this point since she brought it up, you figured, why not both.

“Umm, let’s do both.” You replied with a smile. You swear you thought you say her blush, but with the dark lights of the bar, you couldn’t be 100% sure.

“Well as much as I love you as Captain America, I love Push.” Her answer surprised you.

“Oh really now. Okay so now what about in general” This one had you more curious than the first answer she gave.

“Well. It’s a tie between The Breakfast Club and “ before she can say the second movie, Cassie cuts her off.

“The Princess Bride. She loves that movie more than life. She once put our friendship on hold because I hadn’t seen it yet”

“It’s not my fault that you hadn’t seen it yet. Don’t make it sound like I forced you!” Sarah countered back

“Alright yeah whatever. It’s your turn Sarah, and in case you didn’t notice, your losing”

Sarah just rolled her eyes at her friend, and focused on her turn. This time she made it. She jumped up and down and smiled so big and was so happy that she made it, you couldn’t help but be excited as well. Plus when she smiled her eyes crinkled just a little bit which made you smile even more. You thought she had forgotten that she now gets to pick someone to drink. As you opened your mouth to remind her of the rules you hear her voice

“Drink up bitch!” Sarah exclaims as she slaps her hand on Cassie’s back

“Ya know, if this is how nice you are to your friends, I would hate to be on your bad side.” you chuckled as you made the joke. Sarah just turned and smiled and set her focus back on the game. Watching her become so focused was worth not getting the chance to ask her where she was from, you just decided you would afterwards.

You noticed that Sarah was still behind in the game but slowly catching up. Without fail it was like you mentally jynxed everyone at the table, besides Sarah. Next thing you know, everyone has missed their shots, including yourself, and Sarah was caught up. Everyone was now down to their last quarter. It was now Sarah’s turn. She only had one quarter left. She took her shot and made it. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction.

“Beginners Luck” one of your friends says.

“I’m from Cleveland! I know how to make a comeback!” Sarah screamed. Her response sent you into a fit of laughter that had you laughing so hard you were crying.

“What?” She turned and asked you when she saw you almost crying from laughing “I can’t believe you just said that, are you drunk right now?” You asked her.

“Oh sweetie, it takes a lot more than this to get me drunk.” She said with a wink.

“Oh yeah it does! Dude it’s like in her DNA or something” Cassie chimed in. Causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“IS that so?”

“It is so.” Sarah stated.

“Oh you think you can keep up with me?”

“I know I can keep up with you!” She quickly replied.

“If you really think you can, then prove it”

“You’re on!”

There was no way this was actually happening. This girl was actually keeping up with you, shot for shot and drink for drink. It completely blew you away that when Cassie made the comment about her drinking more than you, and you just took it as Cassie trying to be a good wingman for her best friend. You were finding out that Cassie was not joking, that she was serious.

“Damn.” Was the only response that made its way out of you mouth after you watched her down her third tequila shot without making the stereotypical face most people make when drinking tequila.

“What?” Sarah questioned. At this point she was starting to slur her words just a little.

“You have straight up been through some shit if you can take tequila without making that face that everyone makes”

“I would like to think a sting of dating narcissistic assholes who made me feel like everything was my fault. So here’s to them for raising my alcohol tolerance” She dramatic stated as she raised her glass. You almost laughed, but stopped when you noticed she wasn’t, and then you heard Cassie chime in

“You don’t need that fucker in your life hun, you are better off without him” Cassie stated as she hugged her friend. A little piece of your heart broke when you saw how much that affected her, and you wanted to hug her. Maybe it was the alcohol running through your bloodstream, or maybe it was seeing a beautiful girl become slightly broken in your presence, but before you even realized what you were doing, you felt yourself wrapping your arms around her waist. You didn’t say anything, you just held her.

Before too long, she shook those out of her head and very quickly suggested moving on to the next activity.

“Alright, pool table is free! Let’s play! But first let’s drink! To new friends!” She yelled as she gave you a wink. You couldn’t help but smile at her.

You all made your way over to the pool table and occupied they table nearby.

“Are you as good at pool as you at out drinking me” You joked at Sarah. She giggled.

“To be honest with you, nope. I have no idea what I am doing when it comes to pool. Wanna teach me?” She said seductively

“I would be honored to teach you.”

As you were racking the table, a couple of other guys had made their way over to the table.

“Hey man, wanna play teams, we wanted to play a game you guys just beat us here.” The stranger said. You looked over at Cassie and Sarah who both nodded and since your friends left shortly after the ‘drinking competition’ started, you figured why not.

“Sure man, not a problem” you told them.

“Awesome, thanks dude! I’m John, this is my buddy Dave and my other buddy Matt”

“I’m Chris, this is Sarah and this is Cassie. How about we just do teams of three, you guys and us?” Everyone nodded in agreement and the game started.

Before you knew it you had played 3 games, and had several more drinks. Dave had spent most of the time hitting on Cassie, she was taking it all in and flirting back. At one point you looked over and Matt was trying to flirt with Sarah. It made you mad, but you remembered earlier in the night when she handled herself, bit that was with a significantly lower amount of alcohol in her system. You kept an eye on Matt as he made his way back over to the bar, but it was your turn.

When you were able to focus again, you had noticed that Sarah had another drink in her hand, which worried you. You were about to go grab it when the song changed to “Porn Star Dancing” by the band My Darkest Days, and you saw her put her drink down on the edge of the table, and make her way over to Cassie who was sitting down.

“I LOVE THIS SONG!” Sarah yelled and started swaying her hips to the music. You became mesmerized by watching her get lost in the music. Before you knew it, you saw her straddle, Cassie in her chair. Cassie put her hands up, clearly enjoying herself. You watched Sarah grind her hips against Cassie, and Cassie running her hands up her friends side, stopping when her hands reached Sarah's chest. and you wished you were Cassie in the moment.

“How much padding is in your bra right now?” Cassie drunkenly asked Sarah.

“None!” Sarah proudly exclaimed. You couldn’t help but shake your head at what was happening right in front of you right now.

“Holy fuck! I am so jealous of you right now” Cassie yelled at her friend. Sarah just laughed and put her hands on Cassie’s shoulders continuing moving her hips to the rhythm of the song against Cassie.

Sarah pushed herself off of Cassie’s lap and turned around doing the same movements as before, only this time Cassie had her hands all over Sarah’s behind. You couldn’t help but be even more jealous of Cassie now. As Sarah turned around she ‘bumped’ the table knocking the drink that Matt had gotten for her off and all over the floor

“Oopsy” Sarah said as she looked up and caught you staring at her. Matt was offering to buy her another drink. Sarah just ignored him and made her way over to you. Everything started to fade into the background. Everything but Cassie yelling “Get it girl” as Sarah reached were you were standing. You remained motionless as Sarah reached her arms around your neck and pulled you closer to her.

“If you liked what you saw, there is more where that came from”

“Oh yeah?” you raised an eyebrow at her comment

“All you have to do is kiss me first, Unless you wanna stare some more” She smirked.

Before she could say anything else, you leaned forward pressing your lips against hers. The second your lips touched, it was like fireworks went off. Every touch felt like electricity was running between the two of you. You placed your hands on her hips and pulled her closer to you, deepening the kiss as you did. As your hands moved their way lower on her back, her hand made their way to your hair, giving it a slight pull, which made you slightly moan into the kiss. Next thing you know, she pulled away from your kiss.

“If I would have known you were that good of a kisser, I would have sent Cassie over to you sooner.” Sarah stated, letting you know that this whole thing was actually her idea and not Cassie’s.

“Oh is that so?”

“Yes, it is so” She smiled at you

Well if I had known that you were so good at this, I would have kissed you sooner” You smiled as you pulled her for another kiss. Silently thanking your friends for inviting you out in the first place, because if it wasn’t for them, you wouldn't have met Sarah, and you wouldn’t have had the best night that you have had in a long time. That thought caused you to smile into your kiss.

“What?” Sarah pulled away slightly.

“ I was just making a mental note to thank my friends for wanting to hang out tonight, because if it wasn’t for them, we wouldn’t be where we are right now. And I am really liking where I am at right now” You chuckled and she giggled.

“Speaking of thanking friends.” She paused. “CASSIE!!!” She screamed, causing you to pull away from her.

“WHAT?!?!” Cassie screamed back.

“Thank you for dragging me out tonight. I love you bitch!” She yelled back at Cassie, blowing her a kiss.

“Love you too bitch!” Cassie returned the statement

You couldn’t help but laugh at their most recent exchange and the dynamic of their friendship.

“Now where were we?” Sarah asked, wrapping her hands around your neck once again. You smiled.

“I think we were right about here” You stated as you placed your hands around her waist, resting them on her hips once again, pulling her for another kiss.

This really was the best night you had, and you were so glad you had come back home to Boston.

#Chris Evans #fanfic #Chris Evan Imagine #Chris Evans Fanfiction #original character

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ratandphilgames · 6 years ago

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Our Lives Don’t Collide

{chapter 4: in too deep}

summary: Shit hits the fan when famous actor!Phil is caught smooching a boy in an alleyway. Only problem? He’s not out and what’s worse? The boy he was smooching was a journalist who set it all up to get a quick picture and now Phil is royally screwed. The only answer Phils management can come up with is a fake relationship to try and do damage control and famous actor!Dan is the perfect candidate.

chapter word count: 2478

total word count: 9936

rating: t

note: super thanks to everyone who likes/ reblogs/ sends me a message! the support has been amazing! also huge thanks to all the babes in the writing gc for motivating me to write! ily!

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The 2 boys ended up playing video games for an hour after they decided they’d become friends, which went surprisingly well. They were really just big nerds too tall for their own good, and it showed when they played video games.

Conversation flowed easily, bants were abundant, and afterwhile they both forgot they were there because of their fake relationship, it just felt like hanging out. It’d been a long time since Dan had just hung out with someone who was genuine and didn’t want something from him. At least with Phil he was upfront with what he wanted from Dan, it was all in contract form to keep it clear.

“Wotch your back Daniel, I’m creeping up on you.” Phil yelled as he gripped his controller more intensely.

In any other setting Dan would’ve been frightened by this sentence, but seeing as it was because Dan was currently in first place in an intense game of mario kart 8, it was rather acceptable. They were on the first lap of the animal crossing track, season: autumn, and Dan had already pulled ahead as he spent far too much time playing mario kart in his free time. When you don’t know who you can trust, mario kart will always be there for you.

“Oh are you? ARE YOU?” Dan had a bad habit of getting way too loud when it came to competitions. He was howling in a way that could be deemed offensive had he been playing with a different person, Phil however, just laughed at him as he attempted to catch up.

“Yes! You’re going down!” Phil shrieked, and before Dan even knew what was happening he was hit with a blue shell, effectively knocking him out of his first place position and letting Phil take the lead.

“YOU LITTLE SON OF A PFFT PSH PFT.” Dan was trying not to swear too much, as to leave a good first impression on his fake boyfriend, but goddamn it was hard. He ended up just making random exhales of air as he tried to earn back his spot in first place.

Phil found so much joy in that little blue shell moment, his eyes were lit up and he was laughing like a maniac and just a little part of Dan felt that it was worth letting him win if he got to see him being so happy. The rest of Dan wanted to crush all his hopes and dreams as he destroyed him at mario kart.

They kept up the back and forth game of going between 1rst and 2nd until the third lap when Dan had pretty much established himself as winner in his own eyes. That was until the biggest upset in the history or time when Phil got the bullet on the last corner and won by a very small margin. Needless to say Dan threw his controller and Phil laughed so hard he was snorting.

“I won! Take that, Danny boi!” Phil had stood up on his couch and stared down at Dan in victory.

“Danny boi? Oh god this is embarrassing. Losing mario kart in my own home, to a noob.” Phil was hardly a noob, but Dan liked to tease. He glossed over the fact that he’d earned himself a new nickname, one he’d surprisingly never heard before. After his high school experience with gems such as ‘dick loving dan’ and ‘homo howell’ he’d have thought he’d heard every variation of his name possible, but Phil was constantly coming up with new ways to surprise him.

Mid gloat Phil’s phone started buzzing nonstop and he put a pause on his victory chant to reach down and grab the vibrating device. Phil plopped himself back down onto a seated position as he checked his phone to see who his caller was, as Dan started deciding on the next track they should play.

“Oh, uh, I’ve got to take this, it’s my manager.”

Dan barely looked up as he waved him off to allow him to go answer his phone. As Phil exited the room he could hear a greeting being exchanged and then some whispering. If he tried he could make out the words, but that was wrong, right? Eavesdropping was bad and he shouldn’t do it. Dan maintained that idea until he heard his name spoken and then curiosity got the better of him. He crept quietly, almost spy like towards the entryway of his living room, just far enough that he could better hear, but not too far that it would be unnatural if Phil were to walk back in and see him. Dan was just hanging out on the edge of the couch, nothing weird about that.

“It’s going okay, Liam. He seems cool, everything will be fine.” Phil was pacing back and forth through the hallway, making parts of his sentence quieter than the rest, but the message Dan received was loud and clear in his ears. Phil Lester thought he was cool.

Suddenly all those fanboy feelings Dan had been repressing through the time they spent together were resurfacing as he played those words over and over and over again in his head. All that mumbo jumbo about Phil being just a regular guy flew out the window as Dan heard himself being complimented by one of the most iconic actors of the recent era (and not to mention overall attractive man).

Phil Lester thinks you’re cool.

That was one hell of a confidence booster.

Dan zoned out and missed the rest of the convo because goddamnit he was cool. Shans advice really worked, he played it cool and it payed off in the end.

As Dan’s brain was still processing the idea that he was cool, he heard Phil’s footsteps and realized he must’ve hung up the phone and was headed back towards the lounge, back to Dan. As this truly hit Dan, he scrambled to seem casual, natural, and cool.

“Hey, I think I’m going to head off soon, manager called my car already.” Phil said as he made his reappearance, seemingly not noticing Dan’s less than usual behavior.

“Okay, cool.”

Fucking hell don’t say cool, that makes it seem like you were eavesdropping.

Dan had been eavesdropping but he didn’t want Phil to know he’d been listening in. Already feeling the effects of guilt for being a sneaky little shit, Dan made sure to avoid meeting Phil’s gaze, although that probably just made him seem even more sketchy.

“Yeah, so, thanks for having me over, and for the whole- ya know, fake boyfriend stuff. Really saved me there.” Phil was fidgeting with his fingers as he stood awkwardly by the lounge entrance, having yet to step back into the room as he knew he’d be leaving soon.

“Oh yeah, sure. No problem, should be fun. Speaking of which, what’s the next thing we need to do?” Dan asked, unsure how to about this thing. They needed to be spotted together a lot to be seen a realistic couple, and with paparazzi swarming the both of them at the moment, it wouldn’t be hard to strike up buzz.

“Uhhh probably just more social media stuff, get people hooked. We’re ‘like a drug’ to the fans according to my agent.” Phil shifted uncomfortably as he quoted his agent, clearly as uneasy about the way it sounded as Dan was. A drug? What did that even mean?

“Sooooooooooooo should we hang out like this again sometime? Soon?” Maybe Dan was just hoping he could spend more time with Phil, but he could paint it as part of the deal and nobody would ever have to know the difference.

“Yeah, I’ll text you.” Dan simply stared at Phil because how in the hell did he have his number? Did his publicist give it to him? This whole goddamn time they could’ve been texting each other? And they weren’t?

“That was a hint for you to give me your phone so I can put my number in it.” Phil said with a chuckle.

Oh.

Dan grabbed his cell off the little coffee table, the place he’d set it down when they first started playing mario kart, and stood to hand it to Phil, trying to keep his head down so his blush wasn’t too apparent.

Of course he wants your number, you have to communicate somehow. Don’t read too much into this, don’t read too much into this, don’t read too much-

“We still need to take that picture, ya know, to make us instagram official.” Phil said, startling Dan out of his thoughts and handing him back his phone. Phil really typed fast.

“Yeah, Shannon- er my manager- will kill me if we forget. Like actually behead me, like hide the guillotine.”

Phil just laughed at his weird attempt at humor, bless his little heart.

“Alright well let’s do this thing, I’d rather like you to keep your head attached to your body.”

Dan tapped around on his phone a little bit and pulled up the camera and both boys positioned themselves so that the lighting was okay and they could both be seen effectively.

They took a few of them together, smiles bright with Phil peeking over Dans shoulder.

And then Phil did something unexpected.

He reached his long neck over and planted a soft lil kiss onto Dan’s cheek, right over his dimple and Dan, unsure of how to react, just kept snapping pictures. And once Phil felt they had a sufficient amount to pick from with the cheek kisses, he snuggled his face into Dan’s neck and Dan just kept taking those pics, his body wanting him to have a completely different reaction.

Holy fuck.

Just as fast as Phil had attached to himself Dan he was backed away, the smile not leaving his face though.

“Sorry, hope that wasn’t awkward.”

“Oh, no, you’re fine, we’re both actors right? Totally fine. I’ll go through and find the good ones and post them later. Gotta call my mum first or she’ll be livid, ya know how it is.”

Dan was rambling, trying to make the situation seem casual when really his insides were ready to explode out of his ass.

“I haven’t even told my mom about the whole gay thing. I’m not quite sure how she’ll take it, so I just kind of… put it off.”

All Dan wanted to do was hug the guy, all the dumb crush feelings forgotten as he remembered how rough things actually were for Phil right now. Publicly outed, not even getting a chance to tell his family. It sounded like hell, yet he was handling it like a champ. Almost too well.

“That’s no good. You’ve gotta talk to your mum, call her up. Throw down the facts. If she doesn’t like it then I’ll be your mum from now on, simple as that.”

Phil laughed a little at that last part, but overall seemed uncomfortable with the idea. Dan could definitely see why, it was terrifying to think that the one person that’s supposed to love you unconditionally could turn you away simply for being true to yourself, but he also knew that finding out your son was gay from the internet was 100 times worse than hearing it from him.

“We’ll see.”

“Call me up if you need emotional support, I know a thing or two about this whole ‘coming out’ bullshit.” It had been a daunting process for Dan, no one in his family understood what being bisexual even meant, he was constantly being asked if he was sure he wasn’t just gay or just straight but in time they learned and now’s in a pretty good place with his family.

“Thanks, I might take you up on that offer. Maybe.”

“You can’t run away from your problems.”

“I can try.” Phil said with a shrug.

“You’re a mess Lester.”

“Well when you get your shit together and post on instagram, I’ll officially be your mess.”

That stopped Dan in his tracks, unable to think of a witty remark to keep up their little game because surely that was flirting. This wasn’t just Dan making up little things in his head, anyone would interpret that as flirting, right? If this was just for the public Phil wouldn’t have said that inside the confidence of Dan’s home, where nobody was around to hear them.

Lucky for Dan, the buzzer went off moments later, covering his ass.

Dan quickly moved from the lounge, where they were standing, to his little foyer, and over to the intercom.

“Hello.�� Dan said into the little microphone, realizing Phil had followed him into the room only after he felt a little tickle of breath on his neck.

“I’m here to pick up Phil Lester, and no sir, this isn’t a prank.”

Dan felt just a little embarrassed as he typed in the password to open the gate. He had only been asking if he was being pranked because he’d been told the wrong day, it was a valid question at the time, now it just felt a little silly.

“Alright, well, I’ll see you later I guess.” Dan said.

“Yeah, I’ll be looking out for your instagram post.”

“You better turn on notifications.”

“Oh, I will.”

Again, Dan had a blush on his face because of Phil.

The doorbell began ringing and before he opened the door, Dan looked over at Phil and said “don’t forget about your mum, Phil,”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Dan smiled at him and Phil smiled back and then Dan opened up the door and stepped out of the way so that Phil could get through. Standing there, outside, was the same muscular man that had been with him when Phil was left at Dan’s home less than 2 hours ago.

It didn’t feel like that little of time had passed, yet it truly had been less than 2 hours. Dan waved as Phil got into his car, making it seem like a bigger thing than it was for all the people with cameras lined up behind his iron gate which he was certain were taking pictures like mad.

After Phil’s car had pulled away, Dan went back inside and immediately flopped down onto the couch and clicked the tv off from when they were playing mario kart earlier.

Dan was in deep. So incredibly deep.

This little rendezvous only furthered Dan’s suspicion that he liked Phil, like a lot. He was just as fantastic in real life as Dan had imagined which was really just a big problem.

What’s one to do when they like their fake boyfriend? That’s just a whole new level of complicated that Dan didn’t want to delve into just yet. So he just put it off, the exact thing he’d advised Phil against doing.

God, he was in so so deep.

#our lives dont collide #phanfiction #phan #dnp #dan and phil #phandom #please like/ reblog if you enjoyed!

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mirkwoodshewolf · 7 years ago

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We are the same; Bucky x teen reader

Alright guys like I promised here is request #2 that I received from an anon who wanted a Bucky barnes x teen reader. Now be warned there is hints of parental neglect, some swearing and it’s not a bad warning but the rest of the story goes into Bucky’s POV so I hope that’s alright with everyone and if not *shows you the door and gives u the boot* Also there’s STAR WARS refrences so I do NOT own SW or the Avengers, they belong to Disney/Marvel/Lucas Films. Anyways that’s all the warnings for now. Hope u all enjoy my lovelies ;)

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I didn’t know how it happened but it happened all so fast. I was sold to Hydra for drinking money by my own abusive parents and for years I was subjected to testing like an animal. No in fact I am an animal. Hydra wanted to combine human and animal DNA to create a monster that could take down an entire army and kill a thousand men.

My name is (y/n) and they call me Beast-girl, the ability to change into any animal alive or extinct. And my life was a living hell that I barely felt any life in my anymore.

Until they came.

Explosions came from outside the base, the alarms were blaring so loudly they made my sensitive ears bleed, and next thing I knew, I was taken by some of the scientists to be “terminated”. I was strapped to a table and given a paralyzing serum so that I couldn’t fight back then just before they gave me “the death” serum, the doors were busted open and a shield came flying in as well as guns firing.

As my vision was going in and out, I saw a man with dark brown hair and the deepest blue eyes standing over me trying to talk to me but thanks to the serum I could barely hear his voice. Then my vision went black due to hunger and dehydration.

Next thing I knew, I woke up in a bed with needles in my arm. Thinking I was being drugged again, I tried to take them out but I was stopped by a metal hand and he assured me that these were good drugs to counteract the ones I’ve been given for years.

I knew who he was once I got a clearer picture of him. It was the Winter Soldier, the prized soldier that Hydra always spoke of. They hoped one day they could’ve had us work together that was until the fall at Washington DC and they lost their prized weapon.

He assured me that I was going to be alright and that I was safe now. That I was never going to go back to that horrible place again.

*Bucky’s POV*

It’s been over a month since we had saved (y/n) and I have been paying very careful attention to her. I was in the same spot as she was when Steve found me three years ago but poor (y/n) was acting even worse than I was. She always looked so frail, so fragile like a broken kitten.

As I read more on her file, it broke my heart even more to see that she had never been given a single bit of love in her entire life, not just from Hydra but her parents as well.

I mean who the hell would ever sell their child to an organization like Hydra for drinking money no less!? I hoped that those bastards drank themselves to death, if not then I’ll hunt them down myself and put them out myself.

Currently the rest of the team and I were just casually hanging around the living room watching some movie that I was barely paying attention to because I had seen (y/n) come down in the form of a cat trying to find something to eat. I watched as she turned back to her normal human form and saw her sneak into the cabinet and pull out a bag of chips that I’ve noticed she always goes to, assuming those are her favorite out of all the chip bags we have (and I kid you not, we have a shit ton of chips).

She then turned back into a cat and took off the opposite way back towards her room. I looked at her with empathy when I heard Sam’s voice say.

“Yo Vanilla Ice whatcha starin at?”

“(Y/n) came down just now”.

“And we missed it? Damn that girl is more of a ninja than you were” exclaimed Tony. I glared at him and Steve getting the message slapped Tony in the back of the head as well as Natasha for being offensive.

“This isn’t a joke Tony!” snapped Natasha. “What (y/n) has been through both before and during Hydra is no laughing matter, be thankful that your parents at least cared about you”. That got Tony to shut up then Steve turned to me and said.

“What are you thinking?” I sighed deeply and said.

“I don’t know”.

Later that night I was laying on my bed in my Brooklynn apartment, rattling my brain thinking on how I could start to break the ice with (y/n). I wanted to break the ice with her slowly because I know that suddenly coming onto her would traumatize her further and she doesn’t need that suffering anymore.

Suddenly an idea came to me.

The next day after going on my daily morning run with Steve and Chocolachino I was the only one left in the kitchen because I wanted to wait for (y/n) to come down which she always did whenever we came back and then would enter the kitchen as soon as we had our quick breakfast.

I then saw her hiding behind the wall of the kitchen but as soon as I turned around, she hide back further against the wall. I then took the soda can I had sitting out and as soon as I opened it, the fizz came spurting out like a volcano all over me as well as the counters and the floor. If this wouldn’t work then I’m gonna kill myself for it but I soon heard the sound of soft laughter coming from behind the wall.

It was (y/n). And she was laughing as well as smiling. Aww she had a cute laugh too, kinda reminds me of my sister Becky’s laugh in a way.

“Well now that we’ve managed to break the ice a bit why don’t you come over here and help me clean this up before Stark kills me”. She was hesitant at first but I assured her, “I won’t hurt you (y/n), I promised you that no one was ever gonna hurt you while you were here and I’m sticking to that, so come on come here”. Finally she stepped out from the shadows and cautiously walked towards me and I handed her a bunch of paper towels to help me clean up the kitchen.

Every day after that, I made it my soul mission to make (y/n) smile at least once a day. If not by making a fool of myself, then by pranking Sam or Scott which really got her laughing.

After trying to learn how to do some lightsaber moves with a bow staff and hitting myself a few times, I really got her giggling and I even got her to finally talk to me.

“Why do you do that?” Her voice was so quiet and shy anyone else who would’ve heard her, would’ve just brushed it off as the AC running but I didn’t. So I answered her.

“Do what?”

“Make those noises, that’s not what a bow staff is for”.

“I know, I was just pretending it was a Lightsaber”.

“A what?”

“A Lightsaber, Steve and I just saw the recent Star Wars movie for the fifth time and everytime I see those things light up…..ohh I get chills”. I looked at her and told her, “You haven’t seen any of the movies yet have you?” She looked down shamefully and I assured her, “It’s okay, hey how about we skip training for today and you and I have ourselves a Star Wars day hmm?”

“But…..but Natasha she’ll….”

“I’ll take care of Nat okay, I’m also one of your teachers and I say you need a day off, plus I could use another Star Wars movie buddy besides Steve, sometimes he still gets lost with it”. I then led her out of the gym and the two of us got comfortable in my room and we began to watch Star Wars from the very beginning starting with the originals.

Turns out (y/n) freakin LOVED it as much as I did. And she was a fast learner with all the facts about each character and just like Steve and I were, she was shocked at the fact that Vader was Luke’s father.

By the end of the week, I took her to see “The Last Jedi” and by the end of it, we came in talking all about it in the secret code of Droid talk. I would do my best impersonation of R2 and she did an amazing BB8 imitation.

As the weeks went by, (y/n) was beginning to come out of her shell more and more around me but she was still a little hesitant around the rest of the team which I still understood. At night, she would be screaming Bloody Mary due to Nightmares, but I was always the first one there to comfort her and bring her back to reality and not leave her side until morning.

I would then prepare her a good breakfast especially after a terrible nightmare because I knew having some comfort food after reliving the torture in your dreams can put so much weight on you and make you feel utterly miserable.

One day as she and I were watching “A New Hope” together and quoting some of the lines, Steve came in and said I was needed for an emergency meeting regarding (y/n). She looked at me and I told her to just keep watching the movie and that I would be back in five minutes. I then followed Steve downstairs to the meeting room and saw the entire Avengers all sitting around looking at me.

“What’s going on here?” I asked.

“Well we’ve been noticing lately of how you and Lone Wolf have been getting along recently” stated Tony.

“You’re the only one who she seems to really like out of all of us, plus you’ve helped her in more ways than we ever could” said Natasha.

“We have come to a decision as a group that the best place for (y/n) isn’t with the Avengers, but with you Mr. Barnes” finished Vision. I looked at all of them and said.

“With me?”

“Yeah I mean you’ve gotten that girl to talk hell you got her to laugh the moment you got her alone with you with that soda can gag while the rest of us couldn’t get as much as a glance of her”. Stated Sam. Steve then came up to me and said.

“You and her both know what it’s like Buck. To be taken and twisted until you were what Hydra wanted you to be. Ever since she got here, I haven’t seen you this happy or determined to make a girl smile since your sister Rebecca”.

“Yeah….she reminds me of Becky every now and then” I stated with a soft smile.

“Both her and you are most happy around each other. You and her deserve each other, you draw strength from each other, you look out for her and I know that when she finds enough strength, she’ll do the same for you”.

“Thanks man, thank you all”.

“Take care of her Buck, and yourself as well”. I nodded to Steve then I took off back up the stairs to my room to see (y/n) still sitting there quoting the Princess Leia Obi-Wan message. I stayed hidden for a bit until she finished and knocked alerting her of my presence.

“Hey (n/n) can I talk to yah real quick?”

“Sure what is it?” I then sat down beside her and told her.

“Well what the guys wanted to talk to me about is that we’ve decided where you’ll be staying at. So how would you feel like coming to live with me in Brooklyn?” She looked at me shocked and said.

“Live with you?”

“Yes but the final decision is all up to you. You can stay here in the Tower with the rest of the team, or you can come live with me”. She looked at me and immediately hugged me tightly. I was shocked at first but I relaxed and held her in my arms.

“I want to live with you Bucky”.

“Then live with me you shall, we’ll move your stuff to my place first thing in the morning”. She cuddled into my chest and as the two of us continued watching Star Wars I heard her whisper as she was starting to fall asleep.

“I always wanted a brother”. I smiled down at her and kissed her forehead and said to her.

“I promise to be the best brother you’ve ever had”. I then held my sister in my arms until I too succumbed to the force that was sleep.

#avengers fandom #avengers fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes x teen reader #bucky barnes fluff #avengers oneshot

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andavs · 7 years ago

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Any chance for a outside POV of Sterek? Maybe from the POV of Stiles new uni friends? I just really love your writing and outside POV stories

She wasn’t going to ask.

They had a silent understanding, she and Stiles, and years of her dad quoting old westerns had taught her that you do not break a silent understanding, nor do you address it before your deathbed. Or if her mom was anything to go by, after your death, in a handwritten letter, shoved in a drawer behind three earmarked romance novels and a sandwich bag of weed. Either way, death was the deciding factor.

She and Stiles were both still alive, so she wasn’t going to get involved.

It was kind of their thing, not getting involved. They both valued their privacy, which was why they worked so well as roommates, why they decided to move in together for sophomore year and junior year after that. It wasn’t that they’d become particularly close in their Intro to Psych class freshman year, it was that they had both been assigned horrendously nosy and obtrusive roommates and they both happened to end up in the library at odd hours to get away from them.

A month of not acknowledging each other avoiding their respective roommates in the same place had eventually become studying together for psychology, and then silent company while doing work for their other classes. They worked well together, studying their individual subjects across from each other in the library. Stiles would mutter to himself as he worked, tapping his pen or the keys of his laptop absently while he thought and fidgeted, and Emma couldn’t hear any of it over her headphones.

Perfect.

So, working from a friendship built on a shared appreciation for Battlestar Galactica and leaving each other alone, it was odd and also frustrating that Emma now found herself wanting to ask, because while Stiles had always been a little shifty, harmlessly so, he was taking it to a whole new level.

He researched for hours on end from ancient library books that looked mostly stolen on subjects that certainly weren’t for his criminal psychology classes, and then bolted from the apartment at three in the morning, unheard from until he fell back through the door three days later. He had vague and slightly threatening phone calls at all hours, he was sleeping even less than he usually did, and Emma had found a dagger of all things jammed under the couch cushion where he’d taken a “nap” (passed out from exhaustion).

Not that she really paid attention to all that, or anything.

The point was that Stiles had become seriously sketchy recently, and Emma wanted to know why. She wasn’t proud of it; she didn’t actually want to admit it to herself because silent understanding, but Kyle of all people had even noticed the difference and Kyle used TV Tropes to classify real people in real life. When Kyle picked up on odd human behavior, something was up, and it was getting impossible to ignore.

But again, silent understanding. She was conflicted, and the list of things she wasn’t asking about was getting longer and longer as the semester dragged on.

Like the bloodstained shirt she found wadded up in the bathroom.

Or the jars of herbs that didn’t do anything if they were hypothetically rolled up and smoked.

Or Tall, Dark, and Leather who sometimes appeared from Stiles’ room when he definitely hadn’t come in through the front door to begin with, but that was a whole different set of questions.

Whatever Stiles was doing, it was escalating, that much she knew. He slept less, ate less, came out of his room less, and if Emma remembered the symptoms correctly, he was abusing his Adderall like there was no tomorrow.

She was curious, okay, and that silent understanding was getting harder and harder to honor.

At least until she got something of an answer one very early Monday morning while writing a paper. Stiles had been gone over the weekend, leaving Thursday immediately after his last lecture without so much as a bye Emma, see in you three days if I’m not dead or in jail.

She’d been writing a paper due the next day (or just later that same day if she was being honest with herself) and not getting very far between listening to music and the internet in general. So, the usual writing process.

The song came to an end and in the moment of silence before the next, she heard the front door open. Her eyes flicked to the clock on her laptop instinctively; after 4am. Just as the next song was fading in, a set of metallic keys hit the wooden floor and hushed whispering floated in through her open bedroom door.

“Dude, be careful, Emma’s studying.”

“Would you rather I dropped you?”

Emma’s finger dragged along the touchpad of her computer, turning the volume in her headphones down to nothing, curiosity getting the better of her. She thought she’d met most of Stiles’ friends by now, but she didn’t recognize the other voice. There was shuffling and some swearing, and she just managed to keep herself from getting up to see what the hell was going on.

“Ow, fuck, fuck, not there—oh my god not there.”

“Stiles, there isn’t anywhere else to hold you, so deal with it or do this on your own.”

In the reflection on her laptop screen, Emma could just make out a mass of two silhouettes slowly moving through the dark room past her open door, illuminated from behind by the streetlamps outside. They hobbled together awkwardly out of view, pausing to swear again when something else fell. This time they left it on the floor.

“Could you maybe try to be little nicer? I did just save your ungrateful hide—literally.”

They finally made it to Stiles’ room and the whump of body falling onto bed, followed by Stiles’ drawn out groan of fuuuuuuuuck, made Emma wince.

“Don’t look at me like that, I told you to stay at the loft tonight,” the other person growled to what must have been one of Stiles’ loaded glares.

“I have class at 8:30.”

“You’re not going to class.”

“Uh, yeah actually, I am going to class. I have to, because thanks to you and Scott, I’ve missed the last two discussions and my GSI is getting pissy.”

This was news; it seemed like Stiles was always back in time for his classes and was, miraculously, staying on top of his schoolwork through a combination of Adderall and sheer determination. In fact, one of his favorite pastimes was kicking people out of the apartment while threatening that if he lost his scholarship because they wouldn’t let him study, his tuition would be coming out of their allowances.

“We told you to stay out of it.”

“And if I had you would be doing a fantastic impression of Lady Cassandra right now, you’re welcome.”

She got the reference, or she thought she did, but then Stiles always seemed to be speaking in double entendres. He had developed an entire foreign language in plain English solely to avoid telling anyone anything. Most of the time she just let it and let him have his secrets, but she was starting to regret that now that it seemed like his secrets had gotten him hurt.

“Stiles…” the other man started through a sigh, only to be interrupted by Stiles in that tone he used in class when he knew he’d just won an argument.

“Derek.”

“Just go to sleep.”

“Kind of hard to with your eyebrows looming over me, dude.”

Derek’s reply was instant, habit. “Don’t call me dude.”

“Seriously,” Stiles continued after a pause, “sit down or something, you’re freaking me out.”

There was a labored sigh and the door clicked shut, the continuing conversation muffled to murmurs. Emma sagged in disappointment and frustration and turned back to the glowing laptop screen staring back at her. There was no way she was going to be able to focus on her paper now.

It was creeping into 6am when Emma gave in and admitted to herself that she wasn’t going to get any more of her paper written in her current state. Stiles’ distracting entrance had completely derailed her train of thought and it wasn’t getting back on track any time soon; the last hour and a half of writing rambling sentences and then deleting them over and over had proven that far too many times. She looked at the clock, realized she had to leave for class in two hours, and let out a quiet dry sob as she accepted that she wasn’t going to be sleeping even a little bit tonight.

She gathered up her collection of dirty coffee mugs and bowls and made her way out to the kitchen, bowls stacked and mugs hanging precariously from her fingers. She paused at the dining table to flip the light switch with her knee, a skill she had been honing and was actually really proud of, and sucked in a terrified gasp (along with half a scream and probably her tongue) when the light revealed the most intimidating man she had ever seen sitting a foot away from her at the table, staring up at her from the book in his hands.

She didn’t realize she’d dropped a coffee mug until he was holding it up for her to take, the cold remaining coffee splashed up his forearm.

Emma staggered past Stiles’ now-open door into the kitchen, adrenaline rushing and her pounding heart leaping up into her lungs to meet her tongue that she must’ve swallowed because what just happened?

Still clutching three bowls to her chest, now-empty mug swinging from her pinky, she turned to see who she really hoped was Derek holding out the other mug and being far too calm about all this. A serial killer would probably be calm about this, some detached part of her brain threw out casually, and her chest clenched again.

“Please don’t freak out,” he stated quietly, and Emma let out a strangled whimper instead of the scream that it had started as.

Hopefully-Derek paused, eyes flicking to the side and head turning towards the wall the kitchen shared with Stiles’ room as if listening. Emma didn’t know what he was expecting to hear; she was pretty sure her heart was beating loud enough to drown out any noise Stiles might be making. The guy slept like the dead anyway, when he actually slept. The one time she’d forgotten her keys, he’d slept through her calling his phone, banging on the door, and throwing rocks at his window trying to get his attention.

She put the bowls and mugs on the counter while she organized the rush of thoughts she wanted to voice; everything from who are you to please don’t kill me. She settled on what she categorized as the most important as she turned back to face slightly worried eyebrows staring back at her. Her sock was soaking up cold coffee from the linoleum.

“What the—” she started to demand, cut off at Maybe-Derek’s pointed look, then started again in a violent whisper, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I’m a friend of Stiles.” The way he said it made it sound like it should be all the explanation necessary, and he was so sure of himself that it actually took Emma a moment to realize that no, that was not a sufficient answer at all.

“Okaaay, why are you sitting at our table, in the dark, at six in the morning?” He glanced away, then back again, like she was the one acting strange and he was looking for someone to back him up. “That’s not something that a friend of Stiles generally does,” she elaborated.

“I was reading.”

“In the dark?”

“It’s more than bright enough with the streetlights.”

“Why didn’t you just turn on a light?”

“Why are you asking so many questions?”

“Why are you here?”

Something metal hit the floor from Stiles’ room and they stilled; Derek instinctively took a step towards the kitchen door and paused while Emma just stared, wondering what the fuck was going on. Sheets rustled and Stiles groaned something like nngh, fuck before going quiet again.

Derek stepped out and closed the bedroom door softly, then returned to his seat at the dining table like their conversation had ended and everyone was satisfied with the outcome.

The whole thing was just ridiculous enough for Emma to push it aside and realize that even for a friend loitering in their apartment for two solid hours in the dark, Derek was acting weird; like he was standing guard outside of Stiles’ closed door.

“Seriously, why are you still here?” Emma pulled out the chair opposite and parked herself in it, wanting answers. “Is something wrong with Stiles?”

“He’s fine,” Derek answered shortly after an incredibly suspicious pause.

“What’s wrong with him.”

“He’s fine.”

“He didn’t sound fine when you guys came in.”

Derek huffed out a frustrated breath through his nose. “It’s nothing serious. You can go to bed, I’m taking care of him.”

Coming from a guy with his glare, that sounded more like a threat than a reassurance. Time to get serious.

“What happened to him?” she asked, and Derek immediately countered with,

“We got jumped.”

“By?”

“People.”

“Where?”

“Fourth.”

“And?”

“Ashley.”

“That intersection doesn’t exist.”

“Not in this city.”

Emma glared and sat back in her chair. She hoped her glare conveyed touché well enough that she wouldn’t have to actually say it.

“He’ll be okay?”

“He’ll be fine.”

“You’re qualified to decide that?”

“And I’ll take care of him if he’s not.”

Again, ominous coming from this guy.

“That sounds like you're going to kill him.” Derek frowned, looking genuinely hurt by that. “No offense, but you just have that vibe.”

“Thanks,” he deadpanned, and Emma could only think to awkwardly repeat,

“No offense.”

Instead of the expected, none taken, Derek just turned back towards Stiles’ bedroom door. Like a very stubbly and glare-y guard dog. Who was worried about making too much noise and waking Stiles up. And appeared to have driven the almost three hours to Berkeley from Beacon Hills because Stiles wanted to get to class in the morning.

Right. So looking at all the facts, probably more likely a boyfriend than a murderer.

“Okay, so,” she started sidestepping towards the bathroom, “I should shower. Because I’ve been up all night writing a paper. Listening.”

Derek nodded.

“If you hear me drowning myself, just let it happen.”

He nodded again.

“Keep an eye on Stiles.”

No nod that time, just a raised eyebrow, like she was an idiot for thinking he could possibly do otherwise.

“Alright, goodnight.” She was fully in the bathroom now, but weirdly reluctant to close the door completely yet.

Derek just went back to his book, because it really didn’t matter to him what she did, and then she felt weird for being so aggressive about it.

She shut the door and pressed her ear against the wood, listening. It was dead silent out there, not even the sound of the old wood floor creaking with someone walking. It seemed that Derek really was just going to sit there and read in silence.

Emma started the shower, waited another few minutes, and then wrenched the door open as fast as she could.

Derek slowly looked up with raised eyebrows, still in the exact same position he’d been in before, right down to his finger tucked between pages to mark a spot.

“Just checking,” Emma informed him, and closed the door again.

When she finished and came back out in her robe, Derek was gone, the room silent, the book was laying on the table. But his leather jacket was hanging on the back of the chair, and his shoes were kicked off neatly against the baseboards next to Stiles’ closed bedroom door.

#sterek #ficlet #i love some good outsider pov #and this was actually an old one that i never finished #so thank you for the push!#Anonymous #prompts

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miss-musings · 7 years ago

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My Top 10 Lizzington Moments

In lieu of my recent appearance on a local TV/movies podcast, where I defended Lizzington, I started mentally preparing a list of reasons why the romantic pairing is legitimate and why the father/daughter reading of Spader and Boone’s characters is wrong.

Granted, this isn’t to say that there can’t and hasn’t been some aspects of their relationship that have felt more like a father/daughter, uncle/niece, teacher/student, mentor/mentee relationship than it does a romantic coupling… but that doesn’t prevent the relationship from evolving into something romantic later on, or from Lizzington being the endgame.

Among the bigger reasons I could think of were:

In-show evidence (which we will get into more in a second), including the original pilot script

Comments from the actors, producers, writers, showrunners, etc.

The types of roles James Spader takes interest in (ie, romantic leads, not fatherly figures)

Parallels to other couples in literature/history/pop culture, including but not limited to: Edmond Dantes/Haydee from The Count of Monte Cristo; Bill/The Bride from Kill Bill; Hannibal/Clarice from The Silence of the Lambs universe; and real-life Whitey Bulger, who had at least one long-term relationship with a woman 16 years his junior

While talking with the two guys on the podcast who had seen the show, they argued that they hadn’t seen any evidence of Red’s romantic love for Liz or the Lizzington endgame possibility, citing their age gap and Red’s paternal type relationship with Liz as their reasoning.

I, in turn, mentioned a few scenes on the show where Red acts less than fatherly, such as when he surrenders himself on bent knee in 1x21, and when he narrates the tango milonga very sexily to Liz in 2x11.

Either they didn’t recall these instances at all, or didn’t see them as being romantic/sexual.

Thus, long after the podcast recording was over, I started mentally forming a list of the Top 10 Lizzington moments on the show that scream romance rather than father/daughter. Like, moments where if my dad or fatherly figures ever acted like that around me, I’d be freaking the fuck out. Or, moments where if I were writing a father/daughter pair (whether biological or honorary), I would completely avoid such moments for the squick factor, etc.

Granted, there are plenty of moments to choose from, but I wanted to pick big, meaningful moments, rather than just things like Red’s casual reference to the G-spot in front of Liz, etc.

And, really, each individual entry on this list doesn’t prove in and of itself that Lizzington will happen, but it’s really more a combination of all these moments PLUS all the ones I didn’t list (along with all the other stuff I mentioned above). One or two squicky moments can be waved off, but all of these, and as iconic and important as they are in the show… yeah, Lizzington is legit.

I tried to pick out single, individual moments, but there are two exceptions on the list. And, I only went up to the end of S4. I haven’t found any really strong Lizzington moments in S5 thus far, mostly because Liz believes Red is her dad.

And, again, these aren’t my favorite Lizzington moments; rather, the ones that I feel like most “prove” or support the idea of a Lizzington endgame/coupling. Once the series is over, I might do a full list of my favorite moments between Red and Liz.

(It wasn’t until after I’d made this list that I remembered the scene in 4x22 where Liz confronts Red about being her dad and he neither confirms nor denies that he is. Instead, he has this look on his face that I’ve seen on the faces of other TV/movie characters when they’ve been “friend-zoned” or, in Red’s case, “father-zoned.” Eh. Whatever. I’m going with the list as I already wrote it.)

But, now, starting at Number 10 and work our way up to Number 1:

#10: The Fulcrum memory extraction scene in 2x10

I put this one pretty low on the list, because it’s mostly the cinematography that implies the lack of personal space and physical closeness between Red and Liz. Like, he never actually does anything untoward or inappropriate to her, but he definitely gets super close to her face, and holding her, and some of the angles on those shots make it look so close between them.

And, granted, I’m not technically including the fall-out of this sequence, but I absolutely love the scene after when Liz accuses Red of only being in her life because he’s using her to find the Fulcrum. Like, all of his attention and affection toward her has been a manipulation, and as he reaches out to give her a reassuring touch, she recoils and spits venom at him. And he looks absolutely devastated. I feel like that scene is one of my favorites in the whole series, but, as far as the entry on this list goes… the closeness between them in that memory extraction… it’s low down on the list, but, it deserves a spot.

#9: Waiting for her outside the courthouse in 3x10

Again, this is also pretty low on the list, because – in and of itself – it doesn’t scream Lizzington. Not the actual action of the scene itself. I can imagine plenty of dads or father figures waiting patiently outside courthouses for their daughters.

But, it wasn’t really WHAT happened in the scene, but HOW it happened. The music, the fact that the had the bus move, and he was there behind it… a notable romantic trope. The fact that he was waiting OUTSIDE. My dad would absolutely be right inside the door, wanting to see me as soon as possible. Granted, other dads are different, but the music and the staging with the bus were strong factors for this scene being where it is. The looks on their faces when they embrace; the fact that they don’t say anything… again, low down, but it deserves a spot.

#8: Red’s explanation of Tom’s betrayal in 2x19

This is another instance where WHAT is happening in the scene isn’t as important as HOW it’s happening. In this instance: HOW Red explains Tom’s betrayal, how he emphasizes that Tom betrayed him because he wanted a life of intimacy and commitment to Liz… and the look that Spader has on his face when he says it. He’s absolutely shattered. It’s something that’s beyond jealousy, I feel like. It’s this sense of complete heartbreak that, not only did Tom achieve something Red now longs for (intimacy with Liz), but that Liz was happy in that life with Tom, even if it was built on a lie. That Red’s loss was Tom and Liz’s gain.

Granted, I don’t think Red was in love with Liz whenever he found out about Tom’s betrayal. He absolutely cared for her and wanted her to be safe. Hence why he felt he had to turn himself in. But, now that Red has met Liz and presumably fallen in love with her, he completely hates Tom for what he did to both Liz and himself; and I think that his obvious devastation over Liz’s discovery that Red initially hired Tom is more because he feels guilty himself, not because Liz now thinks badly of him (again).

This one is low on the list, but I felt like it deserved a spot because I can’t imagine a father or father-figure speaking to his daughter (figure) the way Red does here. I imagine it’d be more like, “Hey, I may have hired your ex-husband, but he was an asshole and betrayed me to save himself and needle his way into your life.” Not the way Spader delivers it… with that emphasis on Tom’s desire to be intimate and committed to Liz.

#7: The dinner date in 1x02

You know, because if I were a dad and I reunited with my long-lost now-adult daughter after years and years, I’d tell her to get dressed up, because I want to take her out to dinner. And then while we’re on said fancy dinner-date, I’ll bring up out of nowhere, and with little to no need, that if anyone asks she’s MY GIRLFRIEND. Squick indeed.

And for those of you who might be saying/thinking, “Yeah, but THEN, he says she can be his daughter.” To which I reply, “THEN WHY EVEN BRING UP THE GIRLFRIEND THING IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!”

When coupled with everything else that happens in that scene: how he whispers, orders her a drink in French (showing off), asks her to profile him, etc., … what father acts like that while on a dinner date with his daughter? Ew.

#6: The May/September reference in 3x05 (and other Blacklisters’ references to Lizzington)

“Some say it’s a daddy/daughter thing; others swear it’s May/September. I prefer to believe it’s a little of both.” –Matias Solomon

This is one of those entries where I’m going to cheat, because while I think Solomon’s quote is the most pro-Lizzington thing a Blacklister has ever said, he’s not the only one to point out Lizzington. From Anslo Garrick to Luther Braxton to Berlin to that lady in the all-woman thief squad to The Director to Madeline Pratt to that annoying FBI agent in S4c to Naomi Hyland.

Liz is Red’s girlfriend, princess, prima ballerina … someone he chose through fate; someone he cares for as much as he care for his wife; someone who blinds him to his passion; someone with whom Red “still has the touch”; someone Red makes feel like she’s the center of the world; someone whose relationship with Red is described as “still the in honeymoon phase”; someone who charmed Liz.

Again, if you’re writing a father/daughter-type relationship: WHY EVEN FUCKING BRING IT UP IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!!

If you’re just trying to throw red herrings at the audience, why do it in that way? And, if anyone points back to Solomon’s quote and says that it’s both, I say: EXACTLY. Red can definitely have a mentoring relationship with Liz and be overly protective of her, while also still being in love with her.

#5: “My life, My heart” in 3x19

What dad, upon watching his daughter die, would describe her as “a woman… who was my life, my heart”? The fact that Red is talking to his own imagination, or at least to a complete stranger makes me wonder why the hell he would ever phrase it so vaguely – instead of saying something more straight-forward, like, “My daughter was my life. My heart is broken now that she’s dead.”

Also, if Red is her dad, why does he feel like killing himself? Yes, his daughter died, but he still has Agnes. Tom be damned; if Red’s her grandfather, he deserves an opportunity to be in her life. No, Red feeling like the love of his life is gone makes more sense. As much as he wants to be, he has no right to be in Agnes’ life if that’s the case, and Tom (as Agnes’ dad) has every right to tell Red to leave them alone.

#4: Surrendering on bent knee in 1x21

Even IF Red doesn’t know he’s related to Liz, the writers HAVE to know. What idiot writes a bajillion-dollar network show and says, “Fuck it, idk how these peeps are connected! We’ll make it up as we go along!” No, the writers absolutely know what the connection is between Red and Liz, and if they were related, there’s absolutely no way they would ever write a scene where the man GETS DOWN ON HIS KNEES after a super-moving monologue about what Liz means to him and how a kiss from a woman making nearly dying well worth it.

I don’t care if he’s just surrendering himself to the authorities. There’s less dramatic, less trope-y, less romance-hinting ways to do it. The fact that he does it so slowly, so meaningfully, never breaking eye contact with her… fucking hell, what dad does that to his daughter? Or what writers would have an unwitting dad act like that with his daughter? Either Red’s fucked up or the writers are, if they’re really and truly related.

And, even if it’s just an honorary father/daughter thing, the point still stands. I have plenty of fatherly figures in my life, and if any of them looked at me the way Red looks at Liz, gets done on his knees and surrenders (to the authorities) in front of me, I’d definitely be weirded out. Remember, that IN-SHOW, Liz already has a fatherly figure: Cooper. I know other people have pointed this out before, but these two men act very differently for both supposedly being fatherly figures in Liz’s life. By contrast, Red is much physically closer, more intimate and more “romantic” (but not like overtly) and in a way more chivalrous than Cooper would ever be. Could you imagine Cooper getting down on his knees as Red does? No, and that’s a good thing.

#3: Sexy tango narration in 2x11

This is another instance where, if you substitute Cooper into this scene in Red’s place, it becomes immediately weird. James Spader can pull it off because he’s James Spader. He’s drawn to characters who are erotic and sensual and intelligent and romantic; or, if they’re not already, he makes them so, because that’s how he is.

I think that maybe has blinded people to how weird and inappropriate this scene would feel if it was a father/daughter or father-figure and his protege (like, with Cooper and Liz). Imagine Cooper saying the same things to Liz in this scene; describing the tango in the exact same way, with the same tone of voice. It’s no wonder James Spader gets a pass. We’ve come to expect the weird and sensual from Red (like the G-spot reference in 1x03), even though it wouldn’t be accepted in everyday conversation. That’s just the guy Red is.

Or is it more that it’s how Red is around Liz? Yes, Red is plenty weird and sensual and stuff around Samar and other people on the show, but he seemingly cranks it up to 11 around Liz.

Definitely not something a father or fatherly figure should do.

#2: The Ugly Fish and North Star monologues in 2x09 and 3x02

People on Tumblr have brought up before Red’s parallels to Edmond Dantes from The Count of Monte Cristo; it makes sense: Red, our anti-hero of the story, has certain parallels to the classical Byronic hero, which Dantes falls into. You know who else is a classic Byronic hero? Mr. Rochester from “Jane Eyre.”

“Jane Eyre,” for those of you who’ve never read it or seen an adaptation of it, is about a young governess fresh out of school who eventually falls in love with her moody but intelligent employer, Mr. Rochester. He tells Jane, after she saves him from a fire, that he knew she would do him good one day, that she would revive some goodness in him. Later, he refers to her as regenerating him with a vengeance and that she would be his means/instrument of salvation, and that he believes she would help him to live in a higher and purer way.

Now, who else does that sound like?

I get that people believe their kids are their saving graces, their second chances, their fresh starts, etc. Hell, one of the reasons The Bride leaves Bill in “Kill Bill” is so she can make a fresh start with their child. But, the way Red words these little speeches, the meaning behind them, how he gazes at her with complete adoration, how frequently he tells Liz that he sees his “second chance” and saving grace, etc. … it seems a little overkill for a parent to do. A simple “I wanted to make a fresh start with you” or whatever would be just fine.

The strong parallels between Red and Byronic heroes like Edmond Dantes and Mr. Rochester – both of whom end up with women who are much younger than them… young enough to be their biological daughters – absolutely make me roll my eyes any time people say that Red’s love for Liz is fatherly, and only fatherly.

Plus, with the North Star scene, that song that plays over the scene also doesn’t exactly scream “platonic” or “familial,” now does it?

I really want anyone who believes Red is Liz’s dad to watch any adaptation of Jane Eyre, or at least the scene where she saves him from the fire, and then rewatch one or both of these TBL scenes, and notice the similarities and parallels. Y’all. It’s like ridiculous how romantic these scenes are.

#1: The sexy dream (“What do you really want?”) in 2x03

Because, you know, when I have dreams about my dad or my fatherly figure withholding secrets from me, I imagine him in my hotel room while I’m somewhat scantily dressed and laying on the bed, standing over me and asking in a husky voice, “What do you really want?” This gives us a hint very early in the show that maybe Liz doesn’t see Red as quite so fatherly as some believe. All his little hints and sensual comments… all the lip-staring and meaningful looks between them… Liz’s “I feel possessive of him” and similar comments… all comes to a head here (at least at this point in the show). Already, Liz subconsciously, if nothing else, realizes Red’s love for her is not quite platonic and that he’s a very sensual man who – while he would definitely give his life for hers without a second thought – also sees her as a man sees a woman, not as a friend sees a friend (or honorary father sees an honorary daughter).

Now, I realize that might be unfair, as Liz can’t consciously control her dreams. But the writers can and do. Why write that scene like that? Why stage it in that exact way, with Liz holding onto the headboard of the bed, with Red standing over her? Why have those exact camera movements, with Red coming toward Liz’s bed, and the shot moving down to her legs and then up to her head? Him standing where he was would’ve been just fine, but, no, he comes closer to her while she looks up at him a little bit taken aback.

Also, notice how there’s no wide-shot in that whole sequence with Red standing over Liz’s bed? It’s a panning or moving shot. It’s almost like lingering on this image of Red standing next to Liz’s bed while she’s scantily dressed and asking her what she really wants would be … gasp, sensual! Or I guess even more overtly sensual.

Again, if it’s just the writers trying to throw us off… there are plenty of other ways to do that … there are plenty of other ways to write this scene without any kind of squick factor … if all you wanted was a dream where Liz imagines Red killing Tom to protect his secrets from Liz, then why write it and then SHOOT it as they did? Everything we see and hear on-screen is intentional.

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#12: Season 1, Episode 15 - “Heck of a Hanukkah”

After sneaking a peek at -- and accidentally breaking -- all of his family’s Hanukkah presents, Louis gets grounded for the holiday and believes the Stevens tribe would be better if he was never born. He travels through time and space “It's A Wonderful Life” style thanks to the guidance of his great Bubbe Rose, who shows him what a world without Louis Stevens would actually be like.

First off, I'd like to point out that I own this episode on an official Disney Holiday DVD. So I took that as an opportunity to have HQ screenshots for once!!! :) But, yes. This is the obligatory "Christmas episode" which I’m pretty positive every single TV series has. Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like Christmas episodes can tend to be forgettable and generic. This one, however, is such a classic.

One thing I wanna mention before we dive into this thing: This episode is filmed weirdly. It has a very “soap opera” feel to it? Is it possible that it was shot at 60fps? That’s the only explanation I can think of. It always bothered me that this is the only episode out of all 65 that looks and feels entirely different than the others. I wonder why that is...? That being said, I always had such fond memories of this one.

It opens with Louis snooping around in Ren’s closet for their Hanukkah presents. (“Give it up, Louis. You are never going to find them!”) But, you see... he’s determined to find them because he’s Louis Stevens and this is what he does.

This leads into a bit where Ren chases Louis into Donnie’s room and Louis “accidentally” (but Shia is obviously doing it purposely) knocks over all of Donnie’s trophies on the way out. THIS BOTHERS ME SO MUCH! What the heck?

He’s literally fine, and then... he just sticks his arm out, lol. Also, are all of the shelves magically connected? Why do those upper shelves collapse when Louis only wrecked the lower one? Questions.

Louis keeps running and eventually ends up in the basement. He concludes that the presents must be down there somewhere. They chose to add this weird effect here where Louis’ mind works like a high tech computer, allowing him to scan and successfully know where the presents aren’t just by looking at the potential hiding places:

He doesn’t even TRY to check these places. He just knows. I swear, when I was a kid I genuinely thought this was some plot twist and Louis was actually a cyborg like Cookie from “Ned’s Declassified” this whole time or something.

Of course, Louis finds the presents in a trunk with the clever message “Louis, please clean out this trunk!” taped to it. Yeah, the reverse psychology alllllmost worked there, but Louis is smarter than that.

Meanwhile, Eileen is cooking dinner upstairs. She’s casually telling Steve, Ren and Donnie the story of Hanukkah for the first time in years while they help her prepare. Since they’re distracted by the tale, Louis manages to smuggle all of the presents out of the basement and sneaks right past his family. I love that they actually wrote the Stevens Family as half Jewish on Eileen's side specifically, though. I mentioned this recently! It totally mirrors Shia’s real life and I think that’s pretty cool.

Notice Louis hiding behind that pile presents he’s carrying on the far right lol

Having them celebrate the Jewish holiday for the “Christmas” episode is pretty nice too. I think this might’ve been my first exposure to the Jewish faith now that I think about it. Eileen’s little story of Hanukkah works subtly here. It's educational in a non-preachy way, which is an absolute feat in comparison to other Disney shows that hit you over the head with the intended lesson of the day (I’m looking at you, Girl Meets World...)

Louis rushes upstairs to his room where he hides under the covers and RIPS OPEN EVERY SINGLE PRESENT. Okay. I understand and remember the anticipation of the holidays and wanting to know what gifts you’re getting... but to actually OPEN every single one?!?! Like, really Louis? Whatever happened to simply shaking a gift and trying to guess what it is? Honestly. Was he planning on rewrapping all of them?! How?

Just as Louis finishes opening all the gifts, Steve calls for him and comes walking upstairs wondering what he’s doing up there! Louis panics and tries to stash the gifts somewhere all bundled up in a sheet. His room is a pigsty and his closet is beyond full -- so the only place he can think to put them is OUT THE WINDOW!!! Yeah. The bundle of gifts goes tumbling down the roof and splatters all over the driveway. The entire family march up to his room piiiiised off as they stare out the window at the trashed gifts.

"Hey! It's not my fault we live in a two-story house! I have always said that I like ranch style!" -- Louis Stevens. One of my favorite quotes ever.

They throw in a line from Steve here “Is this gonna happen again next week when my cousins are here to celebrate Christmas with us?!” simply letting us know that Steve’s side of the family is likely Christian/Catholic... which also mirrors Shia’s real life. Seriously, am I the only one who thinks this is kinda awesome? Not only because they seemingly wrote that around him -- but as someone who’s biracial, I just love to see any sort of blended family represented in TV/Film.

Eileen grounds Louis for Hanukkah and The Remorse™ seeps in. Louis flops on his bed all depressed with the words of his disappointed family reverberating in his head. They make a point to emotionally pan over to this family photo on his bedside:

THIS IS SO CUTE! We see near-identical photos to this throughout the series, but this one is so happy and genuine looking. Does Ren have Louis in a loveable headlock?! Precious.

This fades into a MIRROR TALK!!! Yesssss. I think this is the last we ever see of these lovely talks before they mysteriously stopped. :( But, hey! It’s a powerful one to end on! Louis thinks out loud as usual and says that he doesn't belong in the Stevens family -- that they'd be better if he was never born.

Enter: his Bubbe Rose! (”My Boobie WHAT?!”) The ghost of his great great great great grandmother, played by Donna Pescow in some serious age makeup!! She comes flying through his bedroom window right on cue ready to take him on a ~magical journey.~ There’s a wonderful, perfectly timed Louis Scream here. There’s also a bit where Louis doesn’t believe that she’s a ghost, so she makes herself disappear and Shia presumably ad-libs looking for her between his box spring and mattress. This always cracked me up.

That scream. You can hear this gif.

Bubbe Rose is apparently Louis’ grandmother from only 4 generations ago but says that she has 7,000 grandchildren. How does that make any sense at all? lol. SOMEONE must’ve got busy in that family. Anyway... They embark on their journey by flying around the moon a few times and over the city, leaving a trail of rainbow light behind them. No biggie. They pretty much look exactly like the “The More You Know” shooting star:

“AHGHHH! WE’RE FLYIN!!”

They land (very roughly) right outside of Louis’ house. Except, it’s not really Louis’ house anymore. Bubbe Rose explains that they’re in a dimension where he was never born. Once again, Louis doesn’t believe her even though she just took him flying around the moon. He slaps himself in the face to prove that he is in fact born, but Bubbe Rose insists that his family will not be able to see or hear him. Louis thinks it’s a load of malarkey. He sarcastically shouts “Whatever you say! Give my regards to Casper, okay?" as he marches into the house like he owns the place. I absolutely love that Casper line. Oh my god.

As soon as Louis walks into the dining room, Steve seemingly turns around to greet him with his arms outstretched “SON!” but... well...

Honestly, that’s some great CGI for a 2001 Disney Channel show. Wow!

Turns out they’re actually greeting their alternate son named Curtis (Played by Chris Marquette, who you’ve definitely seen in a zillion other things) and he's the polar opposite of Louis. He’s a perfect student and top-tier athlete... But, there’s one little catch -- he’s a complete and total demon child. And no, not the “Louis Stevens” brand of demon child but literally “The Omen” brand of demon child. He is a nightmare. Curtis tells the family that he was voted “Best All Around Student of All Time” by the school board which is definitely not a real award. Louis feels like a loser and a letdown to his family in comparison.

Remember that happy family photo they made sure to show us earlier? Well, now we get this alternate dimension Stevens family portrait in contrast:

Yeah. Not as happy.

Louis is sitting on the stairs gazing at the portrait when Bubbe Rose randomly appears on his lap. (“AGHHHHH! Can you stop with these landings?!” haha!) At first, Louis thinks his family would be 100x better without him. Like, he actually looks at that portrait and believes that they look so much happier, which is obviously supposed to be a joke lol. He hates what the magical journey has taught him and makes sure Bubbe Rose knows:

We go on to learn that Louis' absence has somehow thrown off every member of the family and their personalities. Ren's an edgy, messy, wild punk chick with a boyfriend named Spider. Donnie's a "wuss" (Louis' words) whose only accomplishment and prized possession is a tiny trophy he won for a 1st-grade spelling bee (His winning word was "Ride: R-I-D-Silent E,” which he frantically repeats to himself for comfort whenever he feels dumb.) Louis is just sitting in Ren’s room observing this warped iteration of the Stevens family when Curtis walks in and berates Ren and Donnie for talking so loudly while he’s studying. Suddenly, Bubbe Rose discreetly appears and softly kisses Louis on the head, magically making him visible to everyone now. Curtis tells Ren and Donnie to get rid of him and Louis is so confused. Oh, man. It gets hilarious now.

Ren and Donnie are all like ‘who the hell are you?’ Louis insists “No, you can’t see me I’m invisible” lol. When that doesn’t work, he scrambles to come up with an identity. ("I’m Louis Steve-o-saurus... And I’m a foreign exchange student from Pennsylvania.”) I love how that’s a good enough explanation for Alternate Ren and Donnie. They just accept the fact that this random kid they don’t know appeared out of thin air in their house. Louis says “your brother’s a creep” and that’s all it takes to set off a heart-to-heart convo.

Punk Ren is actually kinda great.

They sit down and tell him "You have no idea what it's like to be related to someone who's perfect at everything they do" -- Obviously, this is not true and Louis knows all too well. He relates and explains that you have to "focus on your own good qualities" to deal with it. You can tell that he’s teaching himself the lesson as much as he’s teaching it to them.

It cuts to Alternate Ren and Donnie heading downstairs to ask Eileen and Steve if they can have a friend come over for Hanukkah dinner. Louis quietly follows them down to the kitchen and interjects “Uh.. Hi, there!” from the doorway. Steve turns around and shouts “WHO.. WHO’S THAT?!?!” so loudly. Tom Virtue is always so extra, I love it. This brings us to one of my favorite scenes in the entire series. Good lord, I love this so much:

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"I mean, I have a family. It's just, we don't... celebrate........ dinner.”

Things go from 0 to 100 after Louis offers to put their chicken in the oven and accidentally drops it. The entire family starts dying laughing because they never have any sort of fun thanks to overbearing, controlling psycho Curtis. It’s hysterical to me. When he first drops it, the silence that follows cracks me up. Then I laugh even harder when he purposely drops it a second time. It’s so good. I feel like Shia is just going to town with the whole dancing chicken thing. (“IT’S FREESTYLIN’!!!!!”) He goes on to put the chicken on his head and it’s great because the thing is obviously hollow and rubber lol. Can you imagine if a stranger actually did this, though?! That’s what makes it so freaking funny. If a random kid came into my house, dropped my chicken, put his hands all over it and proceeded to put it on his head and dance around after knowing me for a grand total of 30 seconds... I’d call the police so quick.

Curtis sees them having a good time and can’t stand it. He decides to frame Louis for stealing the family’s Hanukkah money. Ugh. Curtis interrupts the chicken train dance Louis is leading (see cover photo) and announces “someone has pilfered the Hanukkah money!” Donnie rejoices (much like in The Even Stevens Movie after they’re told they’ve been shunned lol) and Curtis clarifies “That means it’s STOLEN, PEBBLE-BRAIN!” Which is so mean, but so funny to me.

The family goes over to the coat rack/table in the hallway where Steve left the envelope of money. Curtis helps him look and immediately “finds it” in Louis’ coat pocket. Wowww. He says “He’s a bad man, Mom,” like a little innocent baby before turning into a possessed devil child behind everyone’s backs. This kid is seriously so evil.

This dramatic shot is accompanied by sinister music. Actually, dark/disturbing music plays whenever Curtis is on screen. It’s pretty funny.

The family starts interrogating Louis and he explains “I didn’t wanna steal any presents! I just wanted to be with you guys, my family.” And Steve goes OFFFFFF! “WHAT?! You come here and dance with our chicken and suddenly you're family?!" HAHAHAHAHA. Curtis has the phone ready to call the police -- took ‘em long enough! The family surrounds Louis and holds him down. Louis asks for Bubbe Rose to rescue him, but when that doesn’t work he clicks his heels together and chants “There’s no place like home.” Once again, an incredibly solid pop culture reference! It’s not a very original reference to make, but still! This show made a lot of timeless writing decisions and I can’t get over it. Sort of like Ren at the end of “Influenza,” Louis screams at the top of his lungs and wakes up back in the right universe, lol.

The back-to-normal Stevens family decide that Hanukkah isn’t nearly as fun without Louis and un-ground him. They all head downstairs to light the menorah and sing a traditional song. Yay! It’s heartwarming.

Also like “Influenza,” it turns out that it was all a dream! OR WAS IT....?! Bubbe Rose makes an ACTUAL public appearance that night bearing magically repaired gifts! Whooaaaaaa! She pretends to be some random lady who was jogging by their house and noticed perfectly fine gifts in the trash. The family is shocked that everything is back in mint condition! And just like that, Bubbe Rose disappears and leaves them wondering how in the heck.....?! Bubbe reappears outside the kitchen window and shares a hush-hush lil moment with Louis. Awww.

And that’s it!

This is such a cute episode. The “It’s A Wonderful Life” trope has been used to death in TV and film, but I really like how it was done here. You can always count on Even Stevens to bring its own unique flavor to anything. It works perfectly here because it organically continues the Louis narrative of him feeling like an outsider in his family. I love to see consistency like that. It also shows just how unique and important Louis really is to his family and their happiness. Although this is a “holiday special” episode, it still manages to feel like regular one to an extent and I love that. It’s a super engaging story full of heart and laughs. That chicken scene tho... Oh man.

Also! In the end credits, they wrote “Bubbie Rose” with an ie, but I looked it up and the traditional way to spell it is “Bubbe” apparently. So, that’s what I went with!

This episode’s Redbubble design is of Louis yelling the infamous boobie quote comic book style lol. This actually inadvertently makes a fantastic thank you note/greeting card and is available here. HAHA! I tried to stay true to the show’s color scheme of green/blue/purple as well.

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jolienjoyswriting · 4 years ago

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Electrical Disturbance, Ch. V

Chapter 5 of "Electrical Disturbance," a Rockman (Dr. Chou Numbers universe) fan fiction story.

I dunno what I was thinking with the dialogue in this one. Probably, weird things. I'm a weirdo. ):

Word count: 4,110 – Character count: 23,847 Originally written: July 19th, 2020

Kaitlin's suspicious nature leads her to find out that, maybe, the Rights are alright.

Thomas Right, Roll, Rightot, Rock/Rockman, “Rockman” (series), Turboman, and related characters and concepts created by various people and © Capcom Co, Ltd. "Dr. Chou Numbers" concept and related characters and concepts created by and © Jussy Kaitlin/Thundergirl created by and © KaitlinEXE

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“– significant damage – radiation–” “– lin! Kaitlin…!! Wake–” “Why – Blues do–” “I say leave – is. Clearly, she – threat.” “Shut up! She–”

There was a dizzying cacophony of voices swirling around in Kaitlin’s head. Her optics were offline and her aural sensors were only working part-of-the-time. She couldn’t move and couldn’t speak, and she wasn’t entirely sure where she was or how she got there. All she knew was that the parts of her body that she could feel really hurt…

“Thundergirl? Kaitlin? Answer if you can hear me.”

The girl twitched. What was going on…? All those voices from before were gone… except for one. It was a gentle-but-firm voice calling out with a sense of urgency. Part of her didn’t want to bother responding, but… “I… I hear you…” She thought she may as well.

“Kaitlin, I know you can’t see me,” the voice told her, “but this is Dr. Thomas Right.” The girl went silent. She had a feeling that’s who it was… “Kaitlin, you’ve suffered some serious injuries.” “Yeah, no kiddin’…” She grumbled as she said, “I can’t see, I can’t move… Whatever happened must’a been pretty bad.” “You don’t remember because… I had to reroute power from your memory to your core.” “Where’s my dad?” Kaitlin frowned – at least, in her head. “Where’s Papa Wily?” “I know you think I’m the enemy, but whether or not that’s true, I assure you… I live by the Hippocratic Oath of Medics and–” “I… don’t know what that is…” “‘I carry out this oath,’” the doctor began quoting, “and break it not, may I gain for ever reputation among all men for my life and for my art; but if I break it and forswear myself, may the opposite befall me.’” She paused before telling him, “I didn’t understand a word’a that.” “It means that I am, first-and-foremost, a Doctor of Robotics. My formal alliances have no place in my laboratory or in any other place where I may repair a robot in need.” Once again, the girl too a long pause to consider his words. “Whether you trust me or not,” the doctor added in a softer tone, “I will do my best to return you to full health.” “Don’t… guess I have much choice, huh?” “You could ask me to leave you as you are… though, I believe that there are several people waiting outside for you to recover.” “Any… friends?” “They seem to think so.” Kaitlin sighed… Then, she said something she wasn’t sure she’d regret, later: “Go ahead ’n patch me up, Doc… I don’t trust you… but I trust your words.” –––––

“–lin, Kaitlin…? Kaitlin?” “What, what…?” The girl waved a hand in no specific direction… until it smacked into something. Immediately, her eyes shot open and she looked up to see… “Gah!” She’d accidentally plopped her hand on Dr. Right’s face. Needless to say, she was quick to move it right back off.

“S… sorry!” She paused… “Wait, no, I’m not! You’re my… my…” The girl sighed, suddenly, shaking her head. “No… No, I can’t swear vengeance against you… You fixed me… right?” “Ah, good!” The doctor smiled. “Your short-term memory, tactile sensors, and your audio-visual sensor array all seem to be working. How do you feel?” “Tired…” She chuckled as she asked, “Can I get an E-Can Mini, pretty-please? I… I promise not to threaten you ‘n your family, for now?” Hearing Kaitlin joke made the doctor even happier. She seemed to be doing just fine.

“So, let me get this straight, Doc…”

A short while after awakening, Kaitlin took a seat on the edge of a workbench. She was still tied into his computer systems while casually sipping on a miniature Energy Can. During that time, she took stock of her current situation.

“Accordin’ to Breakman… that sonova– uh, I came here after gettin’ into a fight with Elecman, a few days ago, who was… under my dad’s control, at the time?” The doctor softly nodded as he stared at a computer screen and typed… something. Kaitlin had no idea what and didn’t care enough to ask. “Elecman messed me up, so you had’a do some internal repairs…” “Mm-hmm…” “But, somethin’ went wrong?” “That is correct, my dear.” The girl shuddered. “Hey… can you not call me that, ever again, please?” “My apologies,” is what he offered, still focused on the computer screen.

“Anyway… You’re tellin’ me that you somehow… nuked my memories?” “Accidentally, yes. Up to the point where you were activated by Albert – Dr. Wily,” he corrected for her benefit. “And… before that, I was fightin’ on your guys’ side?” “Of your own volition, yes.” Kaitlin sipped her drink and narrowed her eyes. Something wasn’t adding up… “If I was on your guys’ side…” she asked, “then why’d Breakman shoot me?” The doctor’s typing came to a sudden stop. Somehow, that made the girl smirk. “What? Ya didn’t know? He dared me t’ zap him one after I found out I had electric weapons, but I couldn’t do it ‘cause… ‘cause he’d been so nice.” Her smirk faded into a troubled frown. “I… actually kind’a trusted him… Hah, guess I know better, now!”

There was a long, heavy pause. The atmosphere of the room had changed, dramatically. Dr. Right seemed just as troubled as his patient. “I had my suspicions,” he started to tell her, “that your recent injures were caused by Blues – or ‘Breakman,’ as he prefers to go by, in some instances. When Rock and Joseph brought you in, there was an unusual char pattern on your skin and clothes. You were burning-hot with radiation…” Kaitlin immediately looked herself over… only to find that she was wearing the same outfit she’d had on when Breakman had attacked her. A double-check confirmed that neither her clothes nor her skin seemed any the worse for wear. “I replaced the corroded parts of your synthetic skin,” Dr. Right commented, noticing his patient’s curiosity, “and Roll made you a new set of clothing once she’d heard what happened.” She blushed a little as she realized the doctor probably had to have seen her bare-skinned… and very-likely had to get into her chest panel, among other places. Despite knowing it was her own-dang-fault for permitting him… she still shuddered when she thought about it.

“Hey, Doc…” “Yes, Kaitlin?” When Kaitlin was finally over being creeped-out, she asked the doctor, “If I was your guys’ friends… why did Breakman-Blues shoot me?” “Ah, well…” he started as he returned to his computer console, “Blues is the type of individual who doesn’t trust easily. I suppose he considered you a threat when you tore through our house, making a mess, and claimed that you were working for Dr. Wily.” She shrank a little. “I’m… sorry for that, just so you know. A-and, not just because you fixed me. Twice. Apparently…” “Although you certainly gave us quite the start,” he said, matter-of-factly, “it could have been far worse.” He offered the girl a smile. “You could have been aware of your weapon systems.” “Heh… Maybe, that’s why Breakman shot me…” “Perhaps.” He frowned as he added, “However, I do I find it rather disturbing…” She blinked as the doctor looked back at his screen. “What’s that?” “From what you’ve told me, you were prone to attack Blues… yet decided against it. He, then, attacked you with a sort of… ‘just-in-case’ mentality.” He paused… “Kaitlin? Would you have attacked Blues?” “I… I was gonna, but…” She paused, rubbing her arm and looking away. “S… sorry, Papa Wily… I can’t attack someone who’s only been nice to me! Although… he did deck me with his shield! A-after I got mad and tried to zap him a little… He’s… he’s just so infuriating!” “What did he say to anger you?” “I don’t remember, exactly…” The girl looked up. “I just remember… he said something that really ticked me off, so I punched him… then he walloped me in the gut… then I think he said something that made me so mad, I ended up tryin’ t’ zap him one. He whacked me with his shield – and blocked my attack, thankfully – then I think I joked about zappin’ him for real… which led to this… stand-off… where I decided not to… but he, apparently, didn’t.”

“Blues is… something of a mystery…” The doctor sighed. “Even though I was the one who created him, I have yet to figure out what truly motivates him. He’s slowly dying… yet he refuses to let me replace the nuclear core Dr. Wily installed with a more stable solar unit. He helps Rockman from-time-to-time… yet he is just as likely to attack him – usually as some sort of ‘test.’ He keeps close watch of us all… yet he doesn’t want to be a part of our family. In fact, the only stable relationship he seems to have is with Roll. But, I guess that makes sense…” He smiled to himself. “Roll is the only one not trying to change him…” “Heh. That’s what he said.” She paused. “Hey, uh… speakin’a Roll…” “Don’t worry.” The doctor looked at Kaitlin with that same smile. “Roll is perfectly fine. She’s experienced far worse than a fully-charged Thunder Beam.” Kaitlin clasped her hands together before resting them under her mouth. “I wanna tell her I’m sorry…” She twitched as he turned and squeezed her shoulder… “It was hardly your fault. Roll is a brave, kind, caring girl who would gladly put herself in the line-of-fire to save a friend… or even a stranger! She and her brother are very like-minded, in that way…” “Awfully feelsie… aren’cha, Doc?” The doctor flinched, immediately letting go of her shoulder and turning back to his console. That made Kaitlin chuckle, but only a little.

“I-in any case,” the doctor said after clearing his throat, “you’re free to leave and go wherever you want – both within the compound and outside of it. Elecman returned to Nevada to undo his prior damage, Rockman is in New York, and Roll and Rightot are in the main lab. Oh! And, Joseph is waiting for you in the living room.” “‘Joseph?’” She tilted her head with a smirk. “Another one’a your pet projects…?”

“Kaitlin…!!”

Kaitlin’s eyes widened and her body stiffened. The instant she arrived in the Right Labs living room, she was assaulted by… bizarrely… what looked to be a human-sized fox-man! He wasn’t trying to lick her, though… thankfully. Just… hug her. Really… really tightly…!

“Get– get off…!” He leaped back with a yelp and blankly stared. She’d given him a dose of electricity. A moment later, he smiled and rapidly wagged his tail. “God… I’m so glad you’re okay!” The fox sniffled… “When… when Rock and I found you laying there, all burned-up and warped, I…” “Hey, save the waterworks for someone else, okay?” He nodded and tried… but he just couldn’t help but cry. “I’m just so relieved…” he hiccuped. “I dunno what I’d ever do if I lost you…” “Now, that’s funny ‘cause… I do know what I’d do if I lost you!” “Wh… what?” “This.” She brightly smiled. “‘bye!” With that, she casually strolled by the fox and headed into the main lab.

“Watch out, Rock! There’s a flock of Mini-Pipis heading your way!” “I’m on it, Roll! Rock Buster…!” “Yeah! Go get ‘em, das! Who’s a ve-ry might-y Ro-kku-maaan, das?!” “Ha hah, thanks for the cheer, Rightot! I’ll make you proud!” “Rightot is already proud of Rokkuman, das! Roll-chan, too!” “Just come back to us in one piece, Rock… That’s all I ask!” “Will do, sis! Rock, out!” “I love it when Rokkuman says that, das. It’s so ‘punny!’”

Kaitlin stood at the doorway of the laboratory, arms crossed and a smirk on her face. She’d always wondered what the “central control hub” of the place looked like during one of Wily’s campaigns… Strangely, it didn’t look much different from her dad’s “control room.” “A three-by-three grid with icons of the Robot Masters…” “Kaitlin?” Roll turned around and smiled. “Welcome back!” “Live satellite feed of Rockman’s current location…” the brunette commented as she strolled in. “A rough, 2D map of the current ‘stage…’ And, of course, a navigator –” Roll’s smile brightened as she was pointed to. “Just like with the Robot Masters…” “We’re here to keep Rock motivated and give him lots of help navigating the terrain!” the blond-haired girl explained as she removed her headset. “I’m usually here, warning him of incoming enemies, but Rightot sometimes helps out!” “Yeah, yeah, go, go!!” the big, green robot shouted, pumping his fist and screwdriver-hand into the air as he watched Rockman blast through a series of small, flying robots. “Super figh-ting robot! Rokkumaaan, das!” “Of course…” The girl closed her eyes and her smile became labored. “Rightot gets a little carried away with praise, most-of-the-time…” Her face returned to a happy expression, then.

“So, what brings you to the lab?” “Well,” Kaitlin started, her own expression falling. “Firstly… aren’t you… ya know… mad at me?” Roll tilted her head. “For what?” “For gettin’ you zapped by ‘Electman?’ Don’cha remember…?” “It’s ‘Elecman,’ and of course I do! But, why would I be mad at you?” Her smile brightened. “No one forced me to jump in front of his attack! I did it all on my own!” “But, why…?” “Because…” The girl flexed one arm, putting her opposite hand on that bicep. She winked at Kaitlin, then, continuing to smile. “That’s what heroes do!” “Uuuhh…” “Look,” the girl started, putting her hands on Kaitlin’s shoulders. “Whatever you’re going through, we can work it out. I know that somewhere, deep inside, the Kaitlin I know and love is still there! And, if she isn’t? Well, then…” She winked, again. “I’ll just have to do my best to earn this one’s trust!”

Kaitlin’s expression became confused… then suspicious. She opened her mouth, then closed it, then after a few seconds, she asked Roll a simple question… “Are… are you coming onto me?” Roll’s face turned slightly red and she became visibly flustered. But, then… “Oh, wait… You were kidding, right?” She pulled the brunette into a big hug, laughing and smiling. “Oh, Kaitlin… You’re such a funny girl! No wonder Joseph adores you!” “Ah– Fff…” Kaitlin was at a loss… so she just hugged the girl right back. Granted, she wasn’t… quite as enthusiastic about it. Actually, that hug kind of made her wonder if Roll wasn’t attracted to her, in some way… Maybe, she’s just this friendly with everyone… she thought to herself. Whatever, I guess.

“Hey, speaking of…” Roll continued after pulling back, “did you see him, yet?” “Did I see who?” Kaitlin asked with genuine confusion. “Your boyfriend! Joseph!” “Is he that crybaby fox I met on the way in here?” The blond girl nodded tilted her head. She looked like she might scold Kaitlin, but… “I remember when I caught you two kissing under the apple tree!” She softly sighed… “It was sooo sweet and romantic! I felt bad about intruding, but I–” “That’s disgusting. I would never–” “Aww, Kaitlin…! You don’t have to put on that tough-girl act around me! We both know you’re head-over-heels for him!” Kaitlin scowled as Roll giggled. “You’re… serious… aren’t you?” The other girl blinked a couple of times. Then… a look of realization came over her. “Oh, right!” She slapped one closed hand into the other. “You lost your memory!” “That’s what everyone keeps tellin’ me…” “Okay, well then…” Roll smiled. “Joseph was Kaitlin’s friend. He’s a silly, emotional guy with a cute face and a fluffy tail! He kind’a likes me… but I think he likes Kaitlin more!” “Why… are you talking about me in third-person, Roll?” Kaitlin tilted her head and scowled. “I’m right here.” “When I say ‘Kaitlin,’” she explained, “I mean– oh, wait! Better idea!” The girl cleared her throat and started over. “I’m sure he loves Thundergirl! You’re… not Thundergirl right now, right?” “I’m not Thundergirl, ever!” Kaitlin exclaimed. “I barely even know who that is!” “Perfect!” Roll beamed before telling her, “Joseph and Thundergirl were super-close friends and I’m pretty sure he loved Thundergirl!” “He loved my supposed ‘superhero identity’ before I supposedly lost my memories?” “That’s right!” Kaitlin rubbed her cheek while Roll nodded. “This conversation is confusing and annoying…” she grumbled. “I think I’d remember being a superhero with a furry freak for a boyfriend.” “Not if your memory was reset!” “Yeah, but–” Kaitlin huffed, shaking her head. “Whatever.”

“Roll-chan, Roll-chan!” “Rightot,” Roll called to the big, green robot, “I asked you not to call me that!” “But, Roll is small and Roll is cute, das! So, the Japanese honorifics–” She half-heartedly laughed before interrupting with, “What did you want, Rightot?” “Oh! Right, das.” He pointed to the screen. “Rockman is about to fight Turboman, das!” Kaitlin perked. “Car Bro…?” “Oh!!” Roll turned back. “E-excuse me, Kaitlin!” “Uh… sure.”

Kaitlin rubbed the back of her head, watching Roll hop over a table and grab her headset. Curiosity overtook her, then, and she decided to pull up and chair and watch Rockman fight one of her brothers… who she was silently rooting for, despite all the hospitality.

“Okay, Rock!” Roll called through her microphone while her brother came up to a tall shutter-style door. She read from a screen, telling him: “Turboman is a fast, transforming Robot Master. His weapon is the Burning Wheel which, as the name says, summons four flaming orbs that rotate like a wheel, burning everything they touch with sticky, napalm-like gasoline – including you! He’s perfectly-tuned for speed, but he isn’t very agile. Don’t let him draw you in with his high-performance exhaust system or ram you with his Crash Drive attack!” “Got it, Roll!” the boy called back. “Good luck, Rock! We’re all counting on you!” With that, the video feed became staticky and communication ceased.

“H… hey, I was watching that. What happened…?” “Huh?” Roll turned around. Kaitlin was standing up with an angry look on her face. “Oh, that happens whenever Rock gets close enough to one of Wily’s Robot Masters!” the girl explained with a smile. “See, Doctor Wily installs these… jammer… thingies in his robots that keep us from contacting or recalling Rock from the area until it’s disabled… It… always really worries me…” The blond girl frowned, wringing her hands. Meanwhile, Kaitlin tilted her head. “Huh. I guess that makes sense… Papa Wily wouldn’t wanna let Rockman get the upper hand and cheat his way through a fight! He sure could with–” “‘Papa Wily,’ das…?” Rightot stood up from his seat and spun around… His thick, triangular eyebrows pointed down and his shiny, red eyes focused on Kaitlin. “Kaitlin-chan is a Wily robot, das?” “Kaitlin-chan,” the brunette mocked, putting one hand on her hip and smirking, “is a Wily robot, das. What’s it to ya, Big Green?” There was a long, heavy silence as the two stared each other down. Then… “Well, any friend of Roll-chan is a friend of Rightot, das!” The green giant simply smiled… she thought… and turned back around, much to the girl’s confusion…

“You Right-‘bots’re too trustin’,” she laughed… before she frowned and added, “but I’m the same way, so…” “You say that like it’s a bad thing!” “Well, considerin’ your… brother, I guess?” She looked over at Roll. “Considering your brother, Blues the Breakman, broke me for my trust…” “Listen…” Kaitlin blinked as Roll quietly walked over. When the girl took her hand, she blushed a little. Roll was looking right into her eyes, for some reason…

“I won’t make excuses for Blues, but I want you to know that his actions don’t reflect how any of us feel about you. Okay? I know you made a mess that Rock had to clean up and you scared Elecman bad enough to zap you, but even so… I like you. I trust you! You’re a good person, Kaitlin, and no amount of Wily code or Wily branding is going to change that!” The brunette continued to blush. Roll wouldn’t stop giving her that bright, friendly smile or turn her shiny, green eyes away. She kept both hands tightly wrapped around hers, too. It was… uncomfortable. “H-hey… i-if you’re gonna flirt with me, um…” “I’m not flirting with you!!” Roll threw the other girl’s hand down before glaring and puffing her cheeks. “I’m trying to say you’re my friend!” she furiously shouted. “What’s wrong with you?!” “I dunno…” Kaitlin turned away, rubbing her arm. “May– maybe I was hoping you… were… flirting with me?” “Wh… what?” When Roll actually started to blush, herself… “You know I’m kidding, right?” She awkwardly smiled and canceled her decidedly-dumb joke. “I barely know you, and–” Her eyes went wide, then. Roll… had slapped her! “It’s not nice to play with a girl’s feelings – even if you are a girl!” When she turned away and crossed her arms, Kaitlin felt… a little guilty. “Roll, hey, I was–” She paused. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” “Well… at long as you’re sorry, I guess it’s okay.” Roll turned back and pulled Kaitlin into a brief hug. “To be honest… I’m probably sending you the wrong message by being so friendly, to begin with! It’s just that Thundergirl was a really good friend – just… a friend,” she quickly clarified. “We’d sometimes e-mail each other about stuff. Sometimes… we’d even talk about–” “At the risk of making you mad, again… are you sure you two were just friends…?”

“I just said…!” Roll half-shouted, anger flaring in her eyes and on her face. Once she calmed, she sighed… “Yes, Kaitlin… we were just friends.” The girl smiled. Then, she thought about something… “As far as I know, I mean? Thundergirl never seemed like she was interested in me, like that, and I know I wasn’t with her – no offense! Besides…” The girl winked. “I think she was pretty happy with that rascally fox of hers!”

“Okay. I believe you,” Kaitlin said, finally smiling. “Thanks for clearing that up. But, can I tell you something as a friend, Roll?” “What’s that?” She sighed a little, rubbing her other arm and tapping her sneaker toe against the floor… She didn’t feel quite right about what she was going to say, but… “As a friend… I… I do think y-you’re… really cute!” is what she ended up saying. “You, too, Kaitlin!” The blond girl beamed… but the brunette just tilted her head. “Come again?” she asked. Roll said that so fast, it was like she was prepared… “I said, ‘I think you’re cute, too!’” Her smile brightened as she added, “You have such nice hair, pretty eyes, a great smile, and I love your outfits! Plus, you look really cool in purple!” “O-oh, um…” Kaitlin knew Roll was just being nice, but somehow… hearing all that made her feel a little flattered. She’d said it all so candidly, too… Kaitlin didn’t know how to respond. “Hey, Roll?” “Yes?” The brunette held her hand out, causing the other girl to blink. “I’m… glad you’re my friend. Even if we are s’posed t’ be enemies. Heh…” “Aww…!” Kaitlin knew saying that was a mistake, but somehow… “Oof.” She didn’t mind, so much, when Roll pulled her into another overly-affectionate hug.

“Roll-chan, Roll-chan, das!” “What is it, Rightot?” Both Roll and Kaitlin turned back to the big screen. There, they saw the static clearing. The camera focused, a moment later, and showed Rockman standing over the collapsed heap of– “Turboman…!!”

Roll blinked as Kaitlin ran over to the computer terminal and grabbed her headset off the keyboard. Almost immediately, the brunette began yelling into the microphone. “Rockman, you jerk!!” “R-Roll?” was the reply she got back. “Your voice sounds different…” “I’m Kaitlin!” she corrected. “Rockman, you… you killed my brother!! Why…?!” “I… Wait, what?” Tears filled Kaitlin’s eyes as she shouted, “Turboman is dead! He’s dead because of you…! He… he was one of my favorite brothers…” She sniffled, rubbing her cheeks with one sleeve. “We used t’ go on night drives down the highway, laughin’ and makin’ lots’a noise! He… he actually treated me like a kid sister instead of a pest or a machine… He was so cool…” “Kaitlin… I–” “I don’t wanna hear it!” “But, Kaitlin! Hey? Kaitlin…? Kaitlin!” Unfortunately for Rockman… the girl had tossed the headset off and stormed out. As her body crackled with energy and the last of her angry tears rolled down her cheeks, she vowed… “I’m gonna get that little, blue boy… For you, Big Brother!”

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coffee-for-himchan · 7 years ago

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You Are My Chiquita (Yoo Youngjae x reader)

Word count: 2.9 k+

Genre/warnings: (savage) fluff, only warning is a bunch of badly made B.A.P puns.

Summary: You had no clue what was going on in Youngjae’s head when he made the first song related pun, all you knew was that you hoped the first pun was also the last one. Little did you know that this was only the start, and that the whole day would be filled with lame jokes and endless teasing, in classic Youngjae fashion.

You were walking down the street, or at least trying to. It was very early in the morning, and almost no people in your neighborhood could be seen around on the streets at this time of day. A weird coincidence had occurred earlier - both you and Youngjae had a hard time falling asleep, and since it was too hot and too boring to just stay under the blankets and stare at the ceiling, when he noticed that you weren't sleeping either and clarified that you were both weirdly in the same exact situation, he enthusiastically told you that you were going for a walk. So here you were, your hand trapped in his, fingers tangled together and arms slightly swaying up and down with every step you took. Anyone who would've seen it from a distance would've thought you looked like a cute couple. What could possibly be wrong? Everything. Well, not everything. But, unlike usually, Youngjae was all in for bad puns today, and it didn't quite bother him that you weren't in the mood to hear any. Unlike you, who felt the effects of sleep deprivation despite not being able to fall asleep, he was his loud, enthusiastic and energetic self. Just a little punnier. At first, when he made a lame joke, you thought of it as funny, but it escalated very quickly into your worst nightmare when he found a new past-time favorite - making puns using B.A.P lyrics. So you would just casually ask him anything really, for example, "So what do you have planned for today? Should we go grab lunch together or are you busy with the boys in the studio or at practice?", and he would all seriously stare you dead in the eye for a moment, and then say "Yeah, of course we're getting lunch together, because YOU ARE MY CHIQUITA, YOU ARE MY CHIQUITA" while making his walking style 10 times bouncier and singing loudly on the street. Maybe it was a little mean to hope that someone would open their apartment window and throw a flower pot on his head, yelling at him to stay quiet or something. Okay, that indeed was a bit too mean. You loved him to bits and didn't want him to get crushed and yourself to die alone, but still. Your head was aching already, no need to make it even worse. It all continued when you came back home and popped down on the bed, finally feeling tired enough to actually get some rest at 5AM. When setting the alarm clock, you turned around to face Youngjae. "So, what time do you have to wake up?" "Well, just whenever you get up for work WAKE ME UP, WAKE ME UP as well. As long as you WAKE ME UP, WAKE ME UP at all," he looked quite satisfied with himself, and what annoyed you even more is the fact that the look in his eyes literally screamed "they call me the brain of the group for a reason, ya know?", not to mention him trying to do Daehyun's "Ooooou, ooooou" parts and failing miserably. Youngjae was slightly disappointed when you got into bed and refused to cuddle with him, and it took him some time and a lot of softly stroking your side with his hand and planting tiny kisses from the back of your neck a little down your spine for him to be able to have you wrapped up in his arms. You couldn't resist him entirely, that was your weakness. Despite having mixed feelings the next morning about not wanting to hear more of Youngjae's bad puns and admiring how he looked like a (very savage) pure angel while sleeping, you woke him up and even made him breakfast. You even managed to smile when he started fooling around, complaining about you being grumpy since yesterday and screaming "BE HAPPY, SO EVERYBODY, BE HAPPY!!", but what killed your mood slightly was his passionate cover of "WHAT THE HELL" (that just consisted of him screaming that line a few times over and over again) when he saw that you laughed at his previous pun. You left the house to go to work, leaving a panicking Youngjae behind, because he took too much time to make puns and was running late now. When you went down the staircase, you couldn't actually help but laugh out loud at that boy's silliness. Yesterday it had really annoyed you out of your mind, but today you were kind of well rested and without a headache, and seeing Youngjae all hyper and jamming to his group's songs had made you happy. But you were just as much of a shady little sarcasm bundle as he was, so you decided to act the way you did earlier on when it came to his puns, just to see how long he would keep making them if you acted like they annoyed you to the last bone. The next pun came right at the start of your next interaction, and it happened to be a "COFFEE SHOP" voice message when you asked him about where he would want to get lunch. After threatening him that you wouldn't come if he continued the lame jokes and saying a coffee shop wasn't an appropriate lunch spot all he did was make a pun using their song "Walk", cutely singing the line "I don't wanna fight, I don't ever wanna fight" into your ear when you did actually meet up at a small cafe. It was hard, but you managed to keep a straight face, because at this point he started adding aegyo to the mix, making it much harder not to react properly. You couldn’t help but let your brain process it all and think a little. Your lives have been so serious recently, with all of these busy schedules both of you had and all the times you spent apart, your shared bed back in your apartment feeling unwelcoming, cold and empty as you curled up in the blankets and facetimed Youngjae who always, no matter when or where, seemed to have a free minute or two in spare for you. Him being this hyper and playful and you responding the way you did made you feel slightly bad, but you promised yourself to keep strong and just see how far he will go. Soon enough you would annoy the hell out of him with cuteness overload as well, and he would have no escape. Not that he would want to escape, you were sure of it. The whole day passed by in a heartbeat, and you were surprised when you looked at your wristwatch and noticed that it was already this late. Just as you were about to call up a friend, your phone, that you had previously put on a desk full with papers you needed for work, started buzzing and sent a few of the papers flying from the table. You picked up your phone, glaring at the caller ID, and sighed. Even when he wasn't around you, Youngjae was causing trouble. "Waddup, trouble on two legs," you casually said as you answered the phone, picking up the few papers and placing them back on the desk. "So, you remember lunch?" he asked. You furrowed your brows as to where this conversation was leading, and slowly nodded, mentally slapping yourself after half a second. Nodding. While you were talking on the phone. "That's not how phones work, (y/n)," you told yourself quietly. "Yeah, my memory isn't short term. Did something happen?" you questioned, now curious. "Well, guess who left their car headlights on... And whose car's battery is now empty because of that..." "Are you kidding me!? Yoo Youngjae, I swear to god..." "IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I GOT DISTRACTED, BLAME DAEHYUN WHO CALLED ME AT THAT SAME EXACT MOMENT AND MADE ME LOSE TRACK OF MY ACTIONS," Youngjae explained in his regular fashion, and you cracked up as you heard "STOP BLAMING ME" somewhere in the distance. "Put me on speaker," you ordered. "Just don't embarrass me, the situation's already not looking good-" "DAEHYUN, I AGREE, I'M NOT BUYING THAT EXCUSE EITHER,'' you heard various laughs in the distance, and felt slightly proud about yourself for roasting Youngjae like this, because that's exactly how he always treated you in these types of situations. He always lovingly made fun of you, and afterwards was ready to face the problem together with you, no matter how big or bad it was. You figured that the "making fun" part had just ended, so, with a few last laughs, you collected yourself.

"Okay, idiot, wait for me to come and pick you up, and don't do anything stupid," you told him as you got up from the chair you were sitting in and made your way through the whole apartment to grab your car keys. "I swear, your loving boyfriend is in trouble and you talk to him like this, you have absolutely NO, NO, NO, NO MERRCYYY" he screamed out, and you could hear some people laughing in the distance and someone continuing it, going "yeah, we are the B.A.P". "On second thought, maybe you should walk," you told him, and when he started energetically apologizing, you ended the call, leaving him to panic and wonder if you would drive to pick him up or not. At least it seemed funny to the other guys, as they laughed at him and teased him for a while, but Youngjae didn’t really mind. After all, he's been getting on your nerves all day, or so he thought at least, so maybe he deserved it. Knowing Youngjae, you were certain that he would refuse to walk and would stay there waiting for you, blowing up your phone if you actually decided to ditch him. You made your way down the staircase and got in your car, turning up the radio and driving to pick Youngjae up. While in the car, you tried to remember some of the puns, but had trouble doing so. You remembered him getting a hot chocolate at the cafe just so he could make a "life is like choco" pun, that leading to "Carnival" getting stuck in your head for the rest of the day. Many more followed, you were certain, but you couldn't remember all of them anymore. Only thing you knew is that he had probably quoted at least one song from each album. As you drove into the parking lot, you saw Youngjae, Daehyun, Himchan and Jongup just casually standing there in front of Youngjae's car and talking. You wondered how often they did this, just standing at a random place, taking a break from their hectic everyday lives and talking about some things. Youngjae was casually leaning against his car, and you had to admit that he did look quite cool when he stood there like that. Daehyun was enthusiastically explaining something while Jongup and Himchan were in their "default mode", as you called it - Jongup looking completely zoned out and Himchan sipping on coffee. Youngjae had noticed your car, sending playful death glares the second the engine stopped and you climbed out while Jongup and Daehyun waved and Himchan nodded at you. "GET AWAY, GET AWAY, GET AWAY DON'T SAY MY NAAAME," he acted all dramatic, turning his head to the opposite side and putting an arm over his eyes. "SAVE MEEEE from this cringe, please, just take him," Jongup added without hesitation, making Himchan choke on his coffee and Daehyun burst out laughing. "I raised you right," Himchan quietly said, feeling like a proud mom and looking at Jongup, who deep down probably knew what a savage he was, but on the outside looked as innocent as always. "Okay, I guess I'll get away then," you said, smirking wide as you turned around to climb back into your car, but soon enough felt a pair of arms wrapping around your waist, the person behind you crashing right into your back as they ran into you. "Nonononono, I'm coming too," he said, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and unwrapping his arms at the same speed that he wrapped them around. You looked at him, not saying anything, just rolling your eyes. "Babe, aren't you happy to have me bac-" "No," you cut him off, hearing the other three chuckle. "But babee, I love you to the Moon and back, how can you say something like this to me," he gestured at Jongup while saying "Moon", triggering a bunch of "aah's" and cringing. "Cheater, that wasn't even a lyric," Daehyun called out. "Just take him away already," Jongup said, rolling his eyes and wondering why he was stuck with these type of people every single day. "Wish granted. Bye, guys, see ya," you waved at the other three as you pushed Youngjae into the passenger's seat and got in the car yourself.

"To the Moon and back, by the way, is an awfully short distance," you said as you looked out of the window to see Jongup standing a few meters from your car, still talking to the other two. "It's metaphorical. And it's the thought that counts, right?" Youngjae answered as you drove out of the parking lot and into the streets. It seemed more than funny to you how both of you could go on like this for days, getting at each other's nerves all the time, endlessly teasing and making fun of one another, and still love each other to bits. You've had some friends and acquaintances actually ask you if you liked being in such a relationship, a relationship that basically consisted of joking and fooling around. What they didn't know is that after the day had ended, when you both were home, tired out of your minds but still wanting to spend the few hours before sleep with each other, you were just like any other extremely clingy cheesy couple. Cuddling on the couch while sipping tea and watching dramas or playing video games so loud that neighbors would sometimes knock on the door and ask you to be quieter. And when things went wrong and you were left to choke on your tears and gasp for air, a pair of familiar arms would always be around you and wouldn't let you go until you felt good. You were never alone, as when it came down to business, Youngjae was always there, always serious and always making sure you knew you could count on him. You felt like he was the person who made your life exciting by just... existing. Existing and being there with you, his constant presence turning your everyday life around to 180 degrees when you started spending this much time with him. Everything suddenly became at least 50% more fun, and knowing how you've struggled in the past, you didn't mind. As you parked your car and got out of it, you could feel Youngjae's right arm wrap around your waist as both of you walked to the staircase. "Hey, are you really annoyed by the jokes? I mean, I could go on, but I don't wanna annoy you out of your mind," he said, looking away at something in the distance that had really caught his attention. "Naah, I've gotten used to them already. Just add a little aegyo to the mix and I might even laugh at it," you said, leaning your head against his shoulder. You entered the apartment, and suddenly felt a rush of exhaustion. After eating something and going for a quick shower, you stumbled into the living room to see Youngjae sitting comfortably on the couch, channel surfing. "Stop standing there, just come and join," he told you, not looking away from the screen. It took a few seconds before your brain received and processed the message, but soon enough you started moving, sitting down next to him and kicking off your slippers so you could lift your legs up on the couch. His arm reached for you, taking you by the waist and pulling you a little closer. You decided it would be comfortable to rest your head on his shoulder, close to his collar bone. "Leave this on," you told him as you saw one of your favorite TV shows on one of the channels. You knew he wasn't very picky when it came to picking out what to watch, and soon enough you saw him tossing aside the remote and leaning back. Your body that was still leaned against his moved with him, and you snuggled up to his side when he threw a thin blanket over the two on you and put his arm around you. As he turned his head to face you, you decided that it would be the perfect time to give him a loving kiss, just to make up for how mean you have been to him at various points during the day. He didn't seem to mind at all, as he kissed back to his full potential, making your heart flutter and your body beg for more. Your lips parted, and you laid your head on his chest, mildly focusing on the TV show and listening to his heartbeat. A little while passed, until you heard him silently humming at first and then singing the chorus of "With you", one of B.A.P's songs you loved the most. "Isn't that a bit too cheesy?" you asked silently, teasing him. "Oh, just shut up and listen, I know you like it," he said quickly in between the lines of the song, and you silently laughed. He wasn’t in the wrong. "Okay then," you told him, listening to his soothing voice and admiring it. For how this day started out, it sure ended well, right?

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