#if someone flirts with or eyes his peanut up they die

[mischievous-thunder]

A few hours later:

Wade might be a little scared of his girl but his jealousy runs deeper

[mindless-existence1]

Deadpool x Wolverine Honda Odyssey Scene

Summery: (How the Honda Odessy scene should have gone.) Logan gets hard when fighting and Wade is just hard all the time. After hours of fighting Logan finally snaps.

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Authors note: This is for one of my boo boo bears hope you enjoy. The dp x Wolverine movie has taken over my thoughts so this is my form of brainrot.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of fighting and blood, praise kink, handjobs, being mean to each other, inappropriate jokes and language, anal, degration?, that's about it I think.

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For fucks sake Wade just wouldn't quit and it was pissing Logan off. They has been going at this for hours and despite what either of them said, they were starting to get tired. Logan had a different reason for wanting to be done with this idiotic fight though, and it involves the sick part of him that gets turned on when fighting.

For some reason, probably after years of being an X-Men, fighting made him get a hard on. Most of the time he could ignore it since everyone he fought died easily. But now he was faced with someone who couldn't die, who had been flirting with him for days, and obviously was getting turned on to.

He quickly stabbed Wade through the head and watched him fall. They had been at this long enough for Wade to know he had about 20 seconds to get him tied up before he was back at it again. Logan took this time to use the seatbelts around them to tie the merc to the seat he was nearest to.

He finished with a final tug and leaned back in his seat to bask in the momentary silence. Wade's head slowly shook as he 'awoke'. "Ahh kinky." His voiced slurred and groggy. Logan rolled his eyes and shook his head with a groan.

"Would a good fuck shut you up?" Wade snapped his head up at the man's words. "I mean if your offering." Wade answered hesitantly but eager none the less. Logan saw him look down towards the hard on pushing against the yellow suit.

"I normally wouldn't ask for this and wouldn't even need this but you just won't fucking die." Logans voice was gruff as he spoke. Wade was hardly even listening to what he was saying just nodding his head. The only thing playing in his head was 'good fucking good fucking good fucking'.

"Look, basically I just get hard when fighting, I don't know why, I just do. Normally I can just kill the guy before it becomes a problem. It goes away, everything's fine- stay quiet " Wade tried to interject but was quickly cut off by Logan "-but you can't fucking die and I can't really just jerk myself off right now so you're the next option.

"This was the best outcome of their fight Wade could think of, he assumed what he saw in his frenemies pants was just a protective cup or something. But now knowing what it really was, his hard on sky rocketed. "Holy fucking shitballs, Honey Buns I will do abso-fucking-lutley whatever you want Wolvie.”

Logan starts to work on undoing his belt, it's hard in the cramped space but he deals. “I figured. Some of those last few moves you pulled gave away the fact you're a horny price of shit. Thought you'd feel the same way about this."

“Feel the same way? Peanut I’m more than receptive, I've wanted- no actually I've needed  that cock in my ass since I saw your  ass in that suit. I’ll even beg for you if you want.” Wade is rambling, he could feel the blood pumping in his ears. If there's an actual chance he's about to get fucked by the Wolverine he will do anything this glorious man asked of him.

Logan threw the tight pants stuck to his legs somewhere in the blood covered Honda Odyssey, but he kept his boxers on. He thinks for a second before cocking his head to the side with a small smile. “Ok then, beg.”

A wave of lust crashes over Wade, he curls in on himself as best he can. A moan gets stuck in his throat, he has to take a moment to calm himself. The threat of coming in his pants is starting to get more and more real.

“Ohhh fucking shit-biscuit. Please? Pleeeease, Wolvie? Logan? Daddy? Master? Sir? I’ll do anything you want. I’ll make it so so so good I promise. I’ll even try not to talk, like I'll really really try, just for you!" Logan, being the dick that he is, looks unfazed. He keeps his boxers on, his cock straining the fabric. Wade whines and throws his head down, squirming in the tight bonds.

“What the fuck do you want me to say? I'll say anything you want to hear, pretty please?" Logan tries to hide his grin, he hates that he's enjoying the show Wade is putting on. He pulls down his boxers and Wade genuinely thinks he might die on the spot. "Holy Marvel Jesus you're hung like a fucking horse Wolvie!"

“Shut up- Daddy and master are a no go-"

“Fair enough”

“But Sir is fine. Actually if you could just shut your damn mouth while we did this I'd appreciate it." Logan says. “Sir. Got it, I can do that. Yes Sir.” Wade jerks his hips in his seat, desperately trying to gain any sort of friction. “I’ll make sure the author capitalizes that 'S' for you Sir."

Logan ignores him, leaning down close to his ear. “Just keep being a good boy and this will go smoothly for both of us” Ohhh fuck that’s not fair at all, Logan must be a demon sent from hell just for him. Wade can’t catch the desperate whimper that forces its way out of his throat. He rocks his hips up as much as the seat belts let him, looking for any sprt of friction.

Logan grins. “Oh, you like that, huh?” For once Wade’s not sure he has the words to explain what he feels. He's glad Logan hasn't made move to take off his mask, furiously blushing as much as he can through the scared tissue."Is that really all it takes for the merc with the mouth to shut up? A little praise and you go quiet?" Logan voice teases Wade as he stares him down.

Wade looks at anything other that the hot as fuck man infront of him."Instead of threatening you earlier I could have just praised you and we wouldn't have had to do this whole go damn fight? God you are pathetic aren't you?" Logan is softly laughing now.

Even though Wade can't tell if it's mean spirited or not he can't bring himself to care. "Will you please just hurry up and touch me? You're the one who suggested all this in the first place." Wade tried, and failed, to hide his desperation. "I mean, think if the audience! They've had to wait 18 paragraphs for this. So why don't we just give them what they want?"

Logan didn't understand what Wade was talking about half the time, especially when he talked about some "audience". But he couldn't bring himself to care. "Can't you just shut the hell up?" He snapped at the tied up man infront of him.

The snarky comment Wade was about to say was quickly forgotten when Logan made a move to take out the bottom half of Wades bloodied suit. A flash of panic crossed his mind and he instinctively jerked his hips away from the older man's hand.

Logan retracted his hand slightly and looked at the man's masked face as he tried to laugh it off. "You good bub?" Logan asked apprehensively, "I'm fine! Totally fine! I just havent...done it with someone else since my break up. But wouldn't want to deprive you from this hot bod for any longer so let's get to the devils tango Peanut."

The jokes lacked their usual light heartedness but Logan could tell he wouldn't be getting anything else out the man. And at the moment he just need to deal with his raging boner.

His hand began the awkward pull of trying to pull off the bottom half of the deadpool suit from where it was wrapped up under the seatbelts. When Logan finally got the pants and underwear pulled down enough Wade wad aching.

Logan took a minute to just look at the man, his legs had just as much scarred tissue as his face. Even so, Wade had very muscley legs. From all work he's done he was truly built, and maybe they just looked hot because of what was leaking between them. With one hand he pulled the deadpool mask up above Wades mouth to help him breath the other went lower.

Logan reached out his hand to stoke the other man, he hadn't done this in a loooong time and he hates to admit he's a little desperate. "Time to get the sock ready nerds." Wade was mumbling to what it seemed like someone that wasnt there, Logan chose to ignore him. "Promise not to cut my dick off with your claws Mr. KittyCat Sir?" Wade's voice was desperate and practically dripping with need.

"Dont call me that Mouth." Logan snapped but kept moving his hand lower till he wrapped his calloused fingers around Wade's length. "Sorry Sir." Wade's voice was wavy and laced with a whine. "Holy fuck. Is my dick small or are your hands just huge?" Wade tried joking to hide the shaking in his voice from the pleasure.

"Do I need to tie that mouth shut?" Logans voice seemed to lower an octave as he felt himself somehow get harder from the little show in front of him. "No Sir." Wade felt so pathetic and he loved it.

"A handjob is all it takes for Deadpool to be tamed? Well I'll be damned." Logans tone as mocking and it just made Wade leak more precum. "Believe me Sir, I can't be tamed. Now come on and just fuck me you sexy honey badger." Wade was panting and trying to to hold back the moans desperately trying to break loose.

"God you are a pathetic slut." Despite his words Logan was getting desperate himself, "we can't really do this without lube or else I'm basically going to rip you open." Logan was a shameless man, as he parted Wade's legs so he could get between them.

"If you tear me with that metal rod of fun I'll be fine, you stabed me through the heart like 10 minutes ago, I'll heal." Wade's voice was begging, all he wanted was to have the Wolverine destroy his ass. "Actually let me rephrase. If you tear me- I'll like it."

That's all it took for Logan to bottom out, thrusting his hips into the moaning man under him. Wade through his head back against the seat in a minorly pornagraphic whine. "Fuck why does it feel like you're trying to impregnate me your so fucking deep? It's not that kind of fanfiction Wolvie." Wade choked on the moan bubbling in his throat.

"Thought I told you to shut the hell up," Logan leaned in closer to Wade with each thrust. "Don't you want to be good?" He knew the words would get the man, he was proven right when Wade withered in on himself with a whimper.

"Yes Sir." He mumbled in between pants. Logans grip on Wades his would be leaving bruises if Wade could get them. He was almost sad he wouldn't be bruised, there'd be no proof except a sore ass that he and Logan ever did this. But of course he wouldn't be shutting up about this for the next forever.

Like everything Logan did to Wade his thrusts weren't gentle. His pace was fast and each one left Wade breathless. He hardly had time to talk in between his moans, his legs were starting to shake as he doubled over on himself.

Wade was the first to start reaching his climax, he stared to ramble like he always seemed to “Logan, Logan- I’m so close just fucking please- fuck. I'm going to come- please?" He didn't know why he was begging but he couldn't stop the words falling from his lips.

“Just a little longer Wade, you can do that right? For me? You can be a good slut and wait a little longer?” Wade whined at the mans words, but choked out a weak, “Yeah- I can- I will Sir".

Logan was starting to feel the burning sensation of his peak in the pit of his chest. He brought a hand towards Wade's weeping dick to give him extra stimulation, the moan ripped from the others chest was laced with desire.

With a groan Logan thrusted a final time and released into the fucked out man below him. Not soon after Wade came, the cum landing on his covered stomach. The only sound the in car was panting coming from the two men. Wade seemed to be blessed out and almost ready to talk again.

Logan began to pull out after he did he pulled up Wade pants for him. He sat on the layed back chair next to where Wade was tied up. He pulled his pants up and layed down, he was feeling the exhaustion from the nights events. He looked over to see Wade's breathing slow down.

"Hey bub-"

"Don't call me bub when you just had your monster cock in my ass not even a minute ago.

[sushiwriterhere]

foggy

summary: "Perhaps most tantalizing of all were his glasses–their lenses were lightly fogged, but you could still almost see his wide eyes behind them."  rating: explicit (18+ mdni) pairing: bob floyd x f!reader word count: ~2.9k warnings: idiots pining, car sex (lol), hangman being hangman, no use of y/n.  notes: Inspired by me thinking about Bob's glasses getting all fogged up. y'all i wish i could apologize for this but all i can think abt is this man and how someone once said they wanna chew on him like a polly pocket.. anyways please let me know what you think ! no beta we die like men tagging: @sebsxphia @theharddeck - tagging ppl either by request or whom i feel like luv bob soooo pls let me know if you'd like to be added/removed

You were usually far more behaved than this, really. You paid attention in your classes, did your work, showed up on time to your job–kept it all together. But there was something about him, about Bob, that just made that tiny part of you want to be reckless. And he had no idea. 

There he was, along with the rest of the group like every Friday, sitting and watching them play pool. They’d hoot and holler, order drink after drink, and he’d sit and laugh along with his peanuts and his Shirley Temples or lemonades. And it made you want to jump his bones.

It was a smidge ironic that as a bartender his non-alcoholic drink choices were part of what got you going, but what could you say? A man of multitudes and contradictions was appealing, and Bob was just that. Best weapons system operator around, shy as all hell, and damn smart. He always tipped generously, never put his phone on the bar, and had interrupted more than one creep on a mission to try and ruin your Friday night (flirting is for tips, not for keeps!). 

But any time you tried to move it past your brief interactions, he always slipped away. You figured it wasn’t necessarily on purpose— he seemed to be friendly otherwise, just probably not interested. So you resigned yourself to the occasional small chat when making drinks or he came in while the Hard Deck was a bit less noisy—and ever so often, finishing while imagining just what it would feel like to have his body pressed up against yours. 

And this Friday began like every other. You came in right as lunch ended, and busied yourself with prepping more limes than you ever wanted to see again in your life. There were glasses to be stacked, napkins and straws to be refilled, and liquors to be restocked. Patrons would start trickling in around 5 or 6, with the majority starting to filter in around 8, clearly coming from dinner or work. By 9, the Hard Deck would be packed to the brim with fighter pilots and other people from the nearby base. 

Your favorite fighter pilots would make it in at 8:45 pm every Friday, like clockwork. They’d take over the pool table with a direct eyeline to the bar, and stay till the early hours of the morning, sometimes till closing. Rooster usually bought the first round if the weather was nice, Hangman would when the weather was shit. More than once you’d tried to discern a pattern beyond that, but they seemed to have some sort of system. 

Bob would always buy his own drinks. 

He’d make his way to the bar, smiling gently at you and waiting patiently while you fielded other customers. Then he’d place his drink order and ask for a refill on his cup of peanuts, and stand there humming something to himself while you poured him a drink. Tips came in cash, straight into your palms and always paired with a soft smile that made your knees weak and your pulse hammer.

Tonight was no different. He ordered his lemonade and handed you cash with a warm smile before returning to what appeared to be an increasingly hostile and heated game of pool. Sitting on the sidelines, he seemed to just be content observing the madness. 

When Hangman approached the bar during a momentary lull, you expected it to be for another round. Except he leaned over the counter conspiratorially, and crooked a finger at you to beckon you closer. 

“I have a secret to tell you, only it’s not really a secret.” He had a coy smile on his face like he was about to tell you he’d taken a cookie from the cookie jar. 

You really wanted to roll your eyes at him, but you had to admit sometimes Hangman was entertaining and you figured your shift would at least be somewhat more lively with his antics. So you just shifted closer to him while maintaining an eye on the bar in case someone needed anything. 

“Do tell.”

He pointed a finger back towards the game of pool just as Rooster sunk a shot and Phoenix high-fived him, “You see Bob over there?”

You narrowed your eyes. You definitely didn’t like where this was going. While Hangman was all huge ego on the outside, you knew he wasn’t really like that on the inside, so it made you suspicious that he was deciding to pick on Bob. Usually it was all in good fun, but you had a soft spot for Bob and you really didn’t want to be caught up in any hurtful gossip.

“Play nice in my bar, Bagman.” You said, scrubbing a bit more aggressively at the countertop than you meant to.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m playing very nice, I’m being a wingman instead of Hangman tonight.” Wingman? “Bob over there, has a very big and bad crush on a certain someone.” 

You hoped this was some sort of prank, because Hangman had one perfectly manicured finger pointing at you. You felt your face go bright red. 

“That’s not playing nice.” God, why was this happening? 

It was one thing to harbor your little crush on Bob, to let yourself check him out while you were sure he wasn’t looking, it was another to have Hangman mock you by telling you that Bob liked you back. 

“He really thinks he’s being subtle,” Hangman continued as if he hadn’t heard you speak, “But he refuses to let us buy his drinks whenever we’re buying a round just so he can talk to you. I swear he spends more time up here or staring at you than he does hanging out with us.”

Saved by a customer, you let your attention drift away from Hangman and what he’d said to you. Even though he lingered, leaning on the bar, you tried not to focus on him. 

What did he mean Bob had a crush on you? That couldn’t be possible. A few weeks prior you had almost asked Bob out to dinner after not charging him for his drink, hoping that that would be enough to start a bit of flirting. 

Instead the WSO had placed enough cash to cover his drink and a very generous tip on the bar and stammered out something about needing to get back to the game of pool him and Rooster were losing. So you took that as your hint. 

Ever a patient asshole, Hangman was still there after you finished making drinks. Clearly being decently drunk wasn’t enough to keep him from being a pain. He just kept looking between you and Bob and not saying anything. 

“You’re scaring other customers.” You wanted this to end, the observation, you wanted to get out from under his knowing gaze.

He flicked a cherry stem at you, and without flinching proceeded to make you feel like you were officially the world’s least subtle person, “It’s not hard to see that you and Bob wanna jump each other’s bones, I think once you get it out of your system you’ll be perfect for each other. Just have to get over that first hurdle.”

And with that, Hangman walked himself back over to the rest of the group. You stood there in stunned silence trying to process exactly what just happened.

-

Like you said before, you were usually far more behaved than this. But nevertheless, you now found yourself pressed up against your car in the corner of the Hard Deck’s parking lot, Bob’s lips on yours and his hands on your waist. 

Anyone could see. Hangman or Rooster could step out for a breath of fresh air, maybe even a drunk cigarette (no one was allowed to tell Mav), and see you pulling Bob’s shirt out of his standard-issue khakis and running your hands over his stomach. You had always known he was hiding some serious muscle under his uniform. Someone could see you, weak in the knees for the quiet, but beautiful, Bob. 

“Jesus Christ,” he said quietly against your lips as you scratched at his back and trembled in his arms. “We shouldn’t–shouldn’t be doing this out in the open. You deserve better.”

Was it wrong that him being so respectful made you want him to ruin you all that more? What you wouldn’t give to be in your, or his, apartment right now, protected by four walls and free to strip and see all of him. But for now, you’d have to take the cards you were dealt. 

Grasping behind yourself, you yanked the back door handle against yourself, feeling the door give against you and open slightly. You pushed Bob off you gently, just enough to pull the door open and grab his collar to pull him into the car with you. He made a choked off sound, and you honestly weren’t sure if it was because of you grabbing his shirt or if he was surprised. 

“Wait,” He managed, and you froze, “I... Will you sit in my lap?”

You were going to die, here and now, with him almost hovering over you, his eyes wide and pleading. For a moment, time seemed to turn into something syrupy as he slid fully into the car, shut the door, and pulled you into his lap. 

You both sat there for just a moment, panting and staring at each other. Maybe you owed Hangman an apology for doubting his wingman skills, but you weren’t sure you wanted to inflate his ego more than it already was. 

However, he did deserve some credit. After he had dropped that bomb on you, Bob had come over and asked if you were alright, claiming he’d give Hangman a talking-to about whatever he said that had clearly upset you. You just stood there staring at him, until he started to squirm slightly under your gaze. 

It was in that moment you had blurted out, “I have a crush on you.”

He had stared at you for a split second before he whispered, so quietly you weren’t even sure you were supposed to hear it, “Oh my god, I want to kiss you so badly.” 

It had taken everything in you not to drag him across the bar and press your lips into his. Instead, you managed to tell him that you had your thirty minute break in five minutes, and to meet you in the parking lot by your car. It was probably the most reckless thing you had ever done.

So that was how you ended up in the backseat of your car, Bob’s tongue running along the seam of your lips, whining slightly when you opened your mouth to feel his tongue glide over your teeth. You could tell he had his feet firmly planted on the floor by the steady rhythm of his hips against yours. That part of his actions seemed so confident, so assured in comparison to the slight tremor in his hands against your hips, but you wanted him to let loose a little, show you just how much he wanted you. 

The car rocked gently with your movements. He was panting as his forehead leaned against yours, and he let out a particularly high pitched whine as you grabbed him by the back of the neck to force your lips together again.

“Been thinking about this, about you,” he ground out as you both pulled away again to catch your breaths, “See you every Friday and Hangman, ah, Hangman makes fun of me.” 

You groaned at his confession and twisted your hands into his neatly combed hair. Honestly, you couldn’t judge his hesitancy, for god’s sake you thought he barely liked you as a friend. Plus, you’d firmly asked more than one patron to leave when they tried to be too forward. Bob was never too forward. 

“Been, fuck! Been, trying to be a gentleman.”

You didn’t want him to be a gentleman, you wanted him to ruin you. Grabbing his wrists, you shoved them under your shirt and sighed as he got the message, rubbing your nipples over your bra. 

“F-Fuck,” you gasped, rolling your hips against his more firmly. 

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered as his lips marked a path down your neck, mouthing at your collarbone as he tugged the collar of your shirt to the side.

“Bob...” You could feel the heat in your stomach building, the familiar tingle in your fingers.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” With one hand on your stomach rubbing soothing circles, and the other dipping into your bra, the flood of physical sensations was almost too much. 

You moaned into his mouth and shuddered against his grip, raking your hands through his hair and feeling just how much he liked the sensation of your nails scraping against his scalp when the rhythm of his hips stuttered.  

When you came it felt like a star bursting in your chest, everything went fuzzy around the edges as he rocked you in his lap and you rode out your orgasm. It felt like Christmas morning, your birthday, and every party all rolled into one. You shuddered as he kept your hips moving against his, clearly close. 

But you would have none of that.

Still trembling from your own release you unbuttoned his khakis with shaking hands and reached in to grasp him. He stared down at your through lightly fogged up glasses, clearly shocked. 

“Fuck, wait, are you sure—!” Was all he managed to get out before you were on your knees, doing your damndest to swallow him down.

He came with a choked shout, one hand on the back of your head and the other clawing at the worn leather of your seats, grasping for something, anything to keep him tethered. For a moment you stayed on your knees, reveling in the feeling of what had just happened. 

He was a fucking vision from this angle. His usually perfectly done haired was wild from you running your hands through it, his khakis were haphazardly open and his softening cock was laying against his stomach where you had rucked his shirt up. Breathing wild, his chest rose and fell quickly, and his fingers resting on the seat twitched in a matching rhythm to the ones in your hair.

Perhaps most tantalizing of all were his glasses–their lenses were fogged up, but you could still almost see his wide eyes behind them. 

You wished you had a camera to capture the moment. 

The moment was broken when Bob reached down to pull you back into his lap and move his lips softly against yours. It took you a moment to register that he was whispering sweet nothings to you–a combination of thank you, and all sorts of compliments that made your chest ache. 

A sudden alarm sound made both of you turn in opposite directions at the same time, smacking your foreheads together. Suddenly any sexual tension had completely dissipated, replaced by both of you melting into laughter. Leave it to you and Bob to top off humping in your car like teenagers by giving each other concussions. 

“I need to get back to work.” You whispered as he inspected your forehead for any lasting injuries, “That was my alarm.”

He pressed his lips to yours softly, as if he was savoring your final moments together. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow? Do this part right?”

“I’d love that.”

-

You almost made it to closing without anyone noticing that you and Bob had both conveniently been gone for most of your meal break. But the crew crowding the pool table was far too observant for their own good. To his credit, Bob got himself almost fully back to his normal appearance, and you slipped into the bathroom to make sure you were presentable again. 

“You should say thank you to people who do nice things for you,” Hangman was back, toothpick hanging loosely from his mouth as he turned a sly grin in your direction, “I’ll take a beer in compensation, though.”

Pretending not to know what he could possibly mean, you continued to clean up. “Making sure all your cups are on the bar by closing is not exactly free beer material.”

He scoffed and stole another garnish, “You might think you’re slick but Bob’s been staring at you uninterrupted since you got back from your little break.”

“According to you he stares at me regardless.” Sorry, Bob.

“Yeah, but now he stares at you all mopey, which means you must’ve gotten the other stuff out of your system–��

You threw a piece of ice, the universe granting you with perfect aim for once, and watched as it hit his collarbone and slid down his shirt. He jerked backwards with a hiss. 

“Okay! Just take your beer and shut up.” Why did he have to be like this?

“Why thank you sweetheart, consider your debt settled.” With a wink, he was gone.

If you were honest with yourself, you probably would give Hangman a thousand free beers just to see Bob in the backseat, glasses foggy, and staring at you like you hung the moon. But he didn’t have to know that.

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SCP Scenarios: SCP 173 (The Sculpture) x Reader | NEW CHARACTER

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(Don't ask about that GIF)

I did change 173 slightly in a way that he can move his limbs and communicate verbally, so Peanut here would be a tiny bit OC

First Encounter

You both met in 173's cell

For some reason, when you blinked, 173 just stood in front of you

Like, this peanut didn't kill you or anything

It was more as if he was interested in you

He somehow found the ability to talk

Even patted your head to your surprise

This also supposed the whole of the facility since they've only observed 173 spanning everyone's neck and teleporting

And they've never seen him move his arms since he's a literal peanut statue that secretes poop (and blood I guess)

Your feelings for him

You began to realise you fell for him after someone had mentioned how often you visited the statue

Definitely would try to hide it, to begin with (Cuz it's odd that y'all be falling for a peanut statue)

But later on, you decide to drop hints about it to your crush, Peanut

He looked as if he was clueless

But he definitely has gotten the hint way before you even realised your feelings for him

Because you make him feel butterflies

If anyone tries to flirt with the statue, you would become furious (Cuz you paid for this statue)

Most likely would tease you at times

His Confession

Probably would plan it out

Which didn't work at all

So 173 would just do it out of the blue

To which you agreed of course (Cuz y'all need some Jesus! At least you weren't like Clef when he- nvm)

Definitely surprised the foundation as well since nobody has ever fallen for this statue before (Aside from Clef)

Some would give you both odd looks while others were more curious about your relationship

Probably would conduct tests between the both of you

Only because they want to see if 173's behaviour would change

Like if someone blinked while standing behind you

Date

Since the foundation doesn't let 173 out of his cell, most of your dates would be in there

173 would be similar to 035 since he's pretty chill and laidback

You both would be laying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling

Probably talking about a lot of BS

Probably would tell you his favourite method of killing (which totally isn't snapping necks)

You both would tell each other about your day and peanut would joke around a lot

Is rather sassy as well so if anyone judges, you can always count on 173 to save you

Most likely by snapping their necks

Or sassing them out to the point of no return

When he gets jealous

It's rare to see 173 jealous since he's quite laid back and doesn't really mind who you're with

If 173 does get jealous he would most likely snap their neck

Or just teleport behind you and just stare at whoever is hitting on you

Or he would bend down to their height (if they're short ofc) which does are them off quite a bit

Would definitely drag you back into his cell to which surprised the researchers

Because they found out that the cameras were working and they heard screaming coming near/from his cell

Peanut can be slightly possessive of you

Especially when he knows somebody is hitting on you on purpose regardless of whether they knew you were taken or not

Most likely would ask you who you are hanging out with and for how long

When there's a containment breach

There's a 50% chance that he caused the breach

Whether he did it or not he would look for you

As he's looking for you he would snap some necks

Even gave 682 a heart attack

More than once actually but we don't talk about that here (cuz that hurts 682's heart)

Could care less about every other SCPs/workers

If you were hurt peanut would hunt down whoever did it to you

Probably would stroll down the facility instead of teleporting

To which you giggled

The look on the researchers' faces when they saw 173 frolic across the hallway and back into his cell was priceless

You were even there to witness it and everyone looked at you like they've just seen a ghost

Yandere!173

Would lock you up in his cell

Probably would tie you up as well

Definitely would torment you by teleporting in front and away from you

Sometimes would blindfold you

Not even the researchers could get you out

They've even asked 131 for some help and it didn't work as effectively as they thought for whatever reason

If you somehow managed to escape your freedom wouldn't last long

173 would manipulate you to the point that you felt that there weren't any way out for you

So in the end, you just stayed in his cell (probably regretting life choices while you're at it)

At least he's nice enough to let you eat proper food served in the foundation (had to make that clear in case y'all didn't get the hint and thought he gave you smth else to eat)

His younger sister

You're both alike and very close indeed

The foundation was shocked at how alike you both were

And you both were inseparable

So every time there's a breach and they see either of you, they know the other is just around the corner

You both would be sassy, sarcastic and funny

The foundation would be entertained by your remarks

Although you may or may not snap necks like peanut, you do display some form of curiosity towards the foundation staff and the SCPs

Like that one time when there was a containment breach and you leaned in rather close to this rookie and he just screamed as he laid on the floor

He did get quite a lecture afterwards but you decided to just tease him whenever you both meet

When his kid says their name for the first time

Would be joyful af

Nobody would hear the end of it

Like imagine the last words you hear is 173 telling you how his kid spoke their name

Like it took them so long to just get the pronunciation right

Tries to get them to swear late on though

Much to your dismay

173 is a cool and laid back type of dad so you wouldn't have to worry too much when you're away

Unless it's about being a good influence then you should (Not that it matters anyway...)

Probably would teleport to whoever/whatever just tp tell them about it

Even bothered 682 to the point that the lizard begged the foundation researchers to remove either of them

When his S/O is angry

Would run/teleport 10000000000000000000 miles away

Especially if you're mad at him

Probably because he broke your favourite cup and didn't tell you about it because he know that your best friend gave it to you as a gift (Don't say y'all don't have friends)

Would try to calm you down after a while though

Which didn't work too well because you still wanted to rip his head off

If it was somebody else who made you mad he would probably be entertained

Unless it affects himself of course

Probably would try to hold you back and get you to calm down

In which you wanted to rip off his head as well which ended so well for peanut

If 173 cant run anywhere he would just hide in the corner and cry

Probably would as the researchers for some help as well

They don't because they don't want to die either

When someone tries to steal you away

When peanut finds out he would hunt down whoever tried to steal you without hesitation

Would snap his neck and everyone else who were involved or knows about it

Takes you back to his cell

Checks if you were hurt even though you were looking at the kidnapper's @ss

Would try to stay by your side at all times even though he knows he can't

Stares at the researchers every time they talk to you

If it was a D-class they would die in an instant

Has a burning hatred for certain kinds of people

When his Pregnant!S/O gets hurt by accident

Cries without a doubt

Would bandage you up without a doubt

Would cheer you up by doing weird dances and impressions

Most likely would tell you off as well but your puppy eyes get to him

So he would just take that back and just baby you

Would kneel down to talk to the unborn child about your bad behaviour

You swore you felt it kick

173 would get all excited and more protective than usual

Wouldn't let anyone near you unless you were going into labourr

Meeting a Fem!Dragon!Hybrid!Reader

Would be quite curious about you

Finds you rather cute because you're so pure, kind and small

Wants to adopt you without a doubt

The researchers would have mixed feelings about you being in the same cell as 173

Peanut was lowkey terrified when you breathed fire

Was somewhat ok with you crying lava and levitating objects for a bit

Somehow managed to get 343 and/or Scarlet King to help you improve your telekinesis

Definitely would play hide and seek with you and some others

They don't get a say otherwise peanut would snap their necks

When he accidentally kills you

It was when some guy unintentionally pushed you which angered 173

Like he teleported to him and his friends

You tried to explain but 173 didn't listen so he proceeds to snap everyone's necks

Trying your best to defend the poor guy, you stepped in front of them which lead to 173 snapping your neck as well

The guy was shocked but managed to run before anything happened

Word got around that 173 had snapped your neck and was now permanently depressed

Like, he stopped snapping everyone's neck for quite sometime

Felt so guilty that he went to 049 to see if he can fix you

But he wasn't able to so he went to SK and God

They were transported to another facility so they weren't able to do much for this statue

Yandere!173 x Evil!Reader

Not as dense as some of the other SCPs but 173 wouldn't have guessed that you worked for another GOI other than the foundation

Since you used your knowledge of 173 to your advantage, 173 would find out rather late

173 found out who you were working with since the late arrival of the Black Queen came by to collect you

173 would try and kidnap you back into his cell at the Foundation but failed miserably

Would try and warn the foundation but they couldn't get you back either

Since you were with the Black Queen, 173 was plotting to get you back without any distraction

The foundation realised how dangerous 173 has become and isolated him far from the other SCPs

At times, the foundation would use your name in order to get 173 to work with them which worked 50% of the times

Trying McDonald's Sprite

Would be confused about this 'Sprite' from McDonald's since he doesn't eat or drink anyways

173 would be rather curious about this beverage and does give it a try

Finds it tasty and you soon realise he has officially become a sweet tooth

Was probably a mistake but if you ever needed to bribe 173, get him some Sprite that's specifically from McDonald's

Like that one time you bought him Sprite from Tesco's, he said it tasted more disgusting and refused to finish the drink

You should probably give him some apple pies, pancakes and some other sweet stuff from McDonald's

Sometimes the foundation would even give him some Sprite whenever the cleaners are cleaning his cell

Would find it amusing that the only way to get him to stop snapping necks are Sprite

When his kids swear

Would 100% be ok with it

173 probably is the one who taught his child to swear

Probably would let them drink alcohol at a young age as well

Maybe around their teenage years, but would let them try a sip if they're under 10

Wouldn't even be mad if his kid swears accidentally

Peanut would most likely encourage it

Doesn't mind if his kid swears at others, but the others would probably complain

When Child!Reader scares him

Wouldn't be hard to scare 173 tbh because you're so small

You'd be running around and giggling while doing whatever

Until there's some silence

173 would probably brush it off at first until he didn't hear a sound for 20 minutes

Does check around his cell to make sure you're still there

Panics because he can't see you

Until he turns around and had a full-on heart attack because you jumped on him

The researchers definitely hear a screech coming from his cell

They all started laughing once they found out

When the reader pole dances/aerial silk dances

Very similar to 035

Would be in awe of you dancing for him

If you were pole dancing he would probably watch you with those eyes~

Most likely end up in you both performing in another activity

If you were aerial silk dancing, 173 would probably be amazed

Would try and dance with you but fails terribly

Because he keeps dropping like dead flies

Most likely broke his back

Sometimes the researchers wonder how it's even possible for 173 to break his "bones"

Having a Pregnant!S/O

Would crack a lot of dad jokes here and there

Follows wherever you go

Rubs your belly whenever he can

Definitely would make a full conversation with the unborn child

Sometimes would read stories that do make you feel sleepy

Does whatever you tell him to do

Cracks some necks if he can't give you what you need

Would cry whenever you have your mood swings

During labour, you grabbed his arm so hard that it almost broke him

When you try to commit suicide

Would teleport to your side at an instant

Wouldn't let you out of his sight ever again

173 would try to cheer you up which may or may not work

Definitely would kill whoever made you feel this way if any

Make you stay in his cell for a while

Maybe even permanently

Wouldnt let anyone touch you

If you had any scars 173 would cry

Peanut would try his best to stop you from feeling that way

Having a Hopelessly Romantic/Easily flustered GN!Reader

Would definitely tease you

173 would find it adorable that you fluster easily and is hopelessly romantic

I'd say he's pretty hopelessly romantic to a certain degree

Will kill if anyone teases you

Because your adorable flushed look is only reserved for him

Although he would tell all the other SCPs about you

049 and 035 get it the hardest but 035 is completely fine with it

049 would rather just stay in his cell than to hear 173 talk about you for 200 hours

Probably knows more about you than peanut himself

173 would boop your snoot whenever you have that cute look

When you're about to be executed - Yandere!173 x D-Class!Reader

173 would snap everyone's neck and kidnap you back to his cell

If anyone ever mentions your name, 173 would instantly snap their necks

And if they ever tried to find you, he would know and would hide you somewhere else

If you ever tried to flee, 173 would teleport to your side and bribe you to stay 'home'

By bribe, I mean he would force you to return by teleporting the both of you

If anyone sees the both of you, 173 would stalk them to no end

Would torture them if they were to tell the foundation about this

Not even the other SCPs could help

When you curl up in their lap

Would find you the cutest thing on Earth

Aside from 999 of course

If he's exhausted from doing nothing, he would probably just rub your head/back

Definitely would tickle you whenever he can

Finds it comforting when you do curl up in his lap

Thinks that you're so cute to the point that he would kill for you

When you kiss his neck

10000000000000% loves it

Would definitely be vocal because he has no shame

Most likely would ask you to do it again

Even if you were in the middle of talking to someone and they hear him

If you were in the mood, you could tease him with neck kisses for hours on end

Probably would ask you to move on to the next activity but you know he loves being teased

Then after that go back to cuddling

173 would scream but the last time that happened the whole foundation went deaf and you gave him the cold shoulder for a while

Definitely cried about that so he tries to restrain himself

But you feel bad so you just carried on

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Could it be? Chapter 7 (JJ x Reader)

JJ x Reader

CH.1 - CH.2 - CH.3 - CH.4 - CH.5 - CH.6

Description: She has a crush on JJ, but he has always seen her as another one of the “dudes”, or  at least that’s what she thinks so she just doesn’t even try anymore, until things start to shift between the two of them. (A/N: I’M NOT GOOD AT DESCRIPTIONS BUT THESE IS JUST WHAT I WOULD LOVE TO HAPPEN IN OUTER BANKS WITH JJ)

Warnings: none

CHAPTER 7

You woke up to an empty bed.

JJ wasn’t by your side and he was nowhere to be seen in your room. But what surprised you the most was probably the fact you didn’t feel like a train had ran you over. Your head was pounding a little but that was about it, no other symptoms from a bad hangover.

You grabbed your phone and saw a couple of texts from Sarah, asking if you were alright and if you’d woken up yet.

You went to your bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth and numbly stared at yourself for a few minutes, wondering what exactly had happened last night.

You remembered pieces of it, but not everything.

What you did remember perfectly well was your little heartfelt moment with JJ and how he let it die out of nowhere. You felt embarrassed to say the least, but you were proud of yourself for not having opened your mouth to spill your feelings out.

You made your way downstairs to make yourself a quick breakfast and then go back to bed. You did not want to go outside today but your mind kept reminding you about JJ and you couldn’t help but wonder why he’d leave so early in the morning.

His bags were still in your room so you knew he would eventually come back anytime but you were an over-thinker, which didn’t help much.

As you were about to go inside your kitchen, your soul nearly left your body when you noticed someone sitting on your living room, but you felt like breathing again when you recognised the curly hair of your friend.

“Jesus Kiara,” you breathed out, “how did you get in?”

“JJ.”

“How long have you been here for?” You went to sit down next to her.

“Like an hour,” Kiara ran a hand through her locks, her hair smelling of fruity shampoo, “but if I’m being honest with you, after last night I though you were going to be dead all day.”

“Surprisingly I’m alive,” you chuckled, “guess my drinking game is getting stronger.”

“Yeah I’m not so sure about that.” She raised an eyebrow at you before letting out a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You pretended to be shocked but ended up laughing too.

“What was even going through your head last night?”

“Man I don’t even know.”

You shrugged and made your way to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee, Kie following you behind.

“Did JJ mention where he was going?”

You saw Kie smile mischievously after hearing your question.

“Is there a reason for that evil smile you’re throwing at me?”

“Is there a reason why you’re so worried about JJ?

You opened your mouth as if you were offended by her question, not really knowing what to say and trying to hide the blush coming to your face.

“I’m not worried,” you struggled to speak, “I just want to know why he left, that’s all.”

“Mhmm..”

“What I’m serious! I would ask the same if it had been John B or Pope or Sarah or anyone!”

“Right.” She nodded her head as she examined her nails.

“Kie.” You sighed at your friend.

“He said he was going to John B’s.”

“See? Was it so hard to tell me that?”

You made her a cup of tea and sat down to drink your coffee and eat your poorly made peanut butter sandwich.

“We’re best friends, aren’t we?” Kie said, taking a small sip of her green tea.

“Of course we are,” you grabbed her hand, “what kind of question is that?”

“Then tell me about JJ.”

“What do you me-“

“Cut the bullshit Y/N!” She desperately ran her hand through her hair, “You were crying about him last night!”

“I was?!”

Your cheeks began to burn as you tried to remember the events from last night and silently praying you hadn’t done something embarrassing.

“You don’t remember, do you?”

“I just remember waking up here once JJ brought me back and taking some shots at the party but I can’t really remember what happened between that.”

Kie shook her head and chuckled before staring at you with her motherly look.

“Oh god what did I do?” You covered your mouth with your hands and Kie laughed at your anxious face.

“Calm down,” she giggled, “you could’ve done worse.”

“What did I do?”

“Well you cried, which is something we’re all used to you doing when you’re drunk,” she looked intriguingly at the ceiling, “you practically screamed you wanted to get laid.”

“Oh god.” You covered your face with your hands.

“You threw yourself at some tourist to make JJ jealous and then argued with him about the fact that he sleeps with any random girl he sees,” she used her fingers to count your actions, “oh and you also threw up in front of everyone.”

“Okay, alright, good.” You shook your head and worryingly stared at your friend.

“But hey, you were not so bad.”

“I mean I do remember flirting with the tourist a little but I can’t really remember much.”

“But you do remember what made you do all that.” Her words came out more like a statement than a question.

You just stared at your friend like a guilty puppy and slowly took a sip from your coffee.

“You’re too smart for me to lie about this.”

“Yeah I am.” She nodded and stared at you waiting for you to continue.

“Why are you staring at me like that? What exactly do you want me to say?”

“You like him, right?”

“Yeah, maybe.” You stared at your sandwich, trying to avoid eye contact with Kie.

“How long has this been going on?”

“I mean,” you took a deep breath, trying to think about when you’d actually started having feelings for JJ, “I think since about a few months ago.”

“A few months ago?” She opened her mouth in shock, “So you were crushing on JJ while you were dating Rafe?”

“Well considering the fact that I had stopped wanting to be with Rafe for like four months before we broke up, then yeah.”

“I knew it.” She smiled to herself.

“What do you mean you knew it?” You crossed your arms, “I never showed any signs.”

“The two of you are always flirting and you do show a little more appreciation towards him than the rest of the Pogues.”

“First of all,” you argued, “JJ is always flirting with everyone so it’s more of a friendly flirting going on.”

“Yeah, right, sure.” Kie muttered.

“And I care about all of you equally, it just happens to be that everyone is already coupled up so JJ and I are left to hang out more, that’s all.”

“Why don’t you try something?”

“Are you kidding? I’m not trying to be the joke of the group, thank you.”

You grabbed your empty cup of coffee and and washed it while Kie gulped down what was left of her tea.

“I’m just saying,” she went on, “I’ve seen the way he looks at you and I don’t know, something could happen.”

“Yeah well, that’s a road I’m not yet ready to explore.”

“I think you should. He could use some of that real love you know?”

“Kie..” You took a deep breath and turned to stare at your friend, “Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

“Fine.”

“Promise me you won’t tell, please.”

Kie nodded and helped you clean the rest of the dishes before you made her wait downstairs while you changed into some decent clothes. Kie convinced you on going to John B’s place to spend the rest of the day since everyone but Sarah, were going to hang there.

“Look who’s here,” John B’s face lit up as soon as he saw yours, “my favourite drunk.”

“Shut up.” You shook your head and walked inside his place, your eyes immediately spotting JJ sitting down on the coach drinking a beer.

“How are you alive after all those tequila shots?” Pope asked.

“Well, she did throw up everything during the party.” John B added.

“What was all your crying about though? You scared me.” Pope went on.

You grunted and covered your face with your hands, sitting down next to Pope.

“Ugh, give me a break.” You muttered.

“It was fun though, great party.” John B nodded and so did Pope.

You noticed JJ silently taking sips of his beer, avoiding any possible eye contact with you. You shot a look at Kiara who was already staring at you, letting you know she knew what you were thinking and nodding her head as if to give you permission.

“Hey JJ,” you stood up, “can we talk?”

You felt your heart speed up as everyone remained silent and JJ looked up to you, you could feel your hands had starting to shake right there.

“Yeah sure.”

You and JJ made your way outside the house after Kiara broke the awkward silence and tension inside the house. You sat down on the grass and JJ copied you.

“I just wanted to thank you for taking care of me last night.” You broke the silence between the two of you.

“Nothing to thank me for,” he played with the leaves on the grass, “that’s what friends are for.”

Friends. Right.

“Yeah of course,” you bit your lip nervously, “I’m also sorry for the way I acted last night, you know.. Kie told me everything.”

“She did?” He finally decided to stare at your eyes.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “I didn’t remember what happened last night so when sh-“

“You don’t remember?”

You raised your eyebrows at his sudden interest on what you were saying.

“I do now, sort of.”

He nodded and opened his mouth as if he were about to say something, but immediately closed it.

“Why are you acting so weird with me?” You raised your voice a little.

“I’m not.”

“You are,” you changed your position and sat down in front of him, giving him no choice but to look at you, “you left in the morning without telling me a word and when I arrived here you didn’t even look at me and now you’re acting as if you don’t want to talk to me!”

“God Y/N!” Now he was raising his voice too, “I didn’t wake you up because I figured you’d want to rest because of your hangover and everything else you’re saying is just you overthinking it as always!”

“I’m not overthinking it JJ,” you didn’t take your eyes off his, “you did the same thing last night!”

“What thing?!”

“When we almost kissed!”

You saw his eyes widen as soon as the word “kissed” left your mouth and you mentally slapped yourself for bringing it up but you knew it was needed to.

“Yes JJ, I do remember what happened last night alright? And I also remember how you left me on the floor and acted all serious after it happened, almost as if you were repulsed by it.”

“Repulsed?!” He raised his eyebrow at you.

“I said what I said.” You argued.

“Y/N you were drunk!” He raised his hands on the air desperately.

“No shit really? I didn’t know that!” You said sarcastically.

“I wasn’t going to take advantage of you!”

His words made the ones you were about to say stop from coming out. 

You didn’t know what to say so you just stared at him.

“It’s alright Y/N,” he lowered his voice as he noticed you were tongue-tied, “we all do stuff we wouldn’t do when sober while we’re drunk.”

“JJ I-“

“Don’t worry Y/N. If you’re worried about me telling the guys about what nearly happened last night, just know that I won’t.” He smiled and the smile confirmed you JJ was back to normal with you.

“So we’re good?” You asked.

“We are.” He winked and helped you stand up from the ground, taking your hand and walking you towards John B’s house.

These mixed signs were going to drive you crazy. Did he mean he would’ve kissed you if you hadn’t been so drunk? Was it just the heat of the moment? Was it a pity move? What even was that?

As soon as you walked inside John B’s house, an overly excited Sarah ran into you.

“Why weren’t you answering my calls?” She had a worried yet happy look on her face.

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring my phone, but what’s going on?”

“We need to go buy our dresses together, I’m calling dips on the color green.” She smiled and you looked over at JJ who was equally confused as you.

“Dresses for what?”

Sarah turned to face you, a puzzled look on her face.

“Our families are throwing a party for the business deal they just closed,” she explained, “as soon as your parents come back from their trip of course.”

“Why do they need to throw a party for that?”

“You know how they are,” she rolled her eyes, “and some important business people are also coming to celebrate and stuff. I don’t really understand but I know it’s a huge thing.”

“Are we invited or is it only for Kooks?” JJ added and Sarah bit her lip.

“I mean it’s a family business thing but I’m sure we can manage to le-“

“I’m joking Sarah, I’m not trying to start shit with Kooks again.”

“Of course you’re invited. All of you.” You added and the Pogues just stared at you, knowing they weren’t going to be wanted at the party but not wanting to argue with you.

After everyone got back to talking nonsense and drinking, Sarah pulled you over to John B’s room to organise your dress shopping day.

“Do we really have to do this now? My parents aren’t even here yet and I-“

“No it’s not about that.” Her face was serious now.

“Then?”

“It’s about my brother.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“What about him?”

“My parents and your parents sort of think you’re still dating him.”

You raised an eyebrow at her and chuckled.

“That’s bullshit, my mom knows I broke up with Rafe.”

“Well apparently my stupid brother told my parents and your dad that you’re still dating and now you have to present yourselves as a couple during the party.”

You laughed louder, but the feeling of anger was consuming you.

“That’s stupid,” you said, “I’m not doing that. Plus how does us dating have anything to do with our parents’ business?”

“Nothing! That’s exactly what I told Rafe but he ju-“

“Doesn’t want to disappoint your dad, of course,” you sighed, “I’m going to have to talk to him.”

“Are you sure about that?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

“Do I have any other choice?”

“Well, you’re right,” she said, “I’m sorry about my stupid brother.”

“Hey don’t apologise for that,” you grabbed her hand, “I’m the one who dated him.”

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CH.8

A/N: sorry for making it so long!! I got carried away and I’m already working on chapter 8 because I’m just TOO EXCITED for what’s to come... hope you guys like this one!!! (I also want to apologise for not adding the rest of you to the taglist but it’s getting sooo long! I’m going to try and tag the ones I’m missing when I have the time!)

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This should be titled "Gordon being a little shit for the entire chapter" here it is.

"What are you two arguing about now?" Jeff asked as he walked in to find John and Selene surrounded by papers and Selene in the process of crossing something off a list.

"Guest list," Scott supplied.

"Obviously John has barely anyone to invite," Gordon continued.

"I resent that," John muttered but couldn't actually deny it.

"They want to keep it small so are whittling names off as best they can," Virgil finished. "Well, she is, he's trying to add names to his side."

"Comments from the peanut gallery are not needed," Selene huffed, tossing a ball of scrap paper at his head. "So, Troy has to be there at the reception," Gordon groaned but she plowed on, "but it's just close family and friends at the actual ceremony, we're agreed on that much."

"Yes."

"Troy can bring George if he wants, and only one date, not two, I'm not having a cat fight go down."

"Agreed."

"Let me see," Gordon demanded, snatching the list. "Maybe I can think of someone to add to John's."

"I don't need your help, thank you, I'm fully aware of my own friends." He reached for the list but Gordon moved it out of the way.

"Boring, boring, Conrad is cool, boring, Ned, boring, mega boring, Ridley?" he eyes grew wide as he glanced at his brother. "You're inviting Ridley?"

"Uh oh," Scott whispered to Virgil, moving aside out of firing range. "Incoming."

"What's wrong with Ridley?" John wanted to know.

Virgil, Gordon and Scott's eyes slid towards Selene who was busily scrolling through her phone to see who she had missed. She felt their stares and looked up.

"What? Did I miss something?"

"You've seen the list, right?" Gordon asked.

"Of course I have."

"And you're OK with Ridley coming?"

"Ridley? Sure, why not?"

"Really?" Scott looked shocked.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Selene looked a little worried now. "Is she a secret mass murderer that I don't know about?"

"No," John snorted. "Of course not."

She shrugged. "Then I've got no problem, just don't let her…I don't know, dance with the punch bowl on her head."

"Out of everything, a dancing punch bowl is what you went with?" Virgil laughed.

"My brain is a bit busy right now, don't judge me, Muscles."

"But it's Ridley," Alan argued, catching the tail end of the conversation as he came in.

"So what? She's his friend, they talk at least once a week. Men are allowed to have female friends you know."

"So you don't care that she and John were almost a thing?" Alan continued innocently, not seeing the warning glare from John.

"We weren't a thing, she's my friend."

"Oh come on, you were totally into her, why else would you almost get yourself killed and Five smushed to save her life?" Gordon laughed.

"Because that's what we do, we save lives. And I wasn't in to her, we we-"

"You what now?" Selene's eyes narrowed dangerously, her mind catching up with her ears.

"We weren't a thing," John promised her hurriedly, but guilt and a promise to never lie to her had him amending his statement. "Barely a thing, not even a half thing," he continued to ramble. "One kiss, maybe a tiny bit of flirting…" he trailed off.

"Now look what you've done!" Virgil, glared at Gordon who shrugged, totally unrepentant.

"It would have come up at some point." He caused situations, he poked the bear, he stirred the pot, that was his main purpose in life. They all knew it, there was no denying it.

"Explain," Selene continued to glare at John.

"Think carefully, Son," Jeff warned from his desk where he was sitting, observing, watching the world burn as was his style, they didn't want him butting in, then he'd sit and watch…and probably laugh.

"There's nothing to explain," John assured her. "We got on well, we are still good friends as you know, I think she might have wanted more but it didn't work out that way. The GDF changed her position, she was based elsewhere and I realised that I wasn't that bothered by it."

"Not that," she huffed, brushing his confession aside as if it were an annoying bug. "I meant the whole almost getting yourself killed. Explain."

"Oh that, it was nothing. There was a comet about to hit earth and Global one was in the way and would have been hit too, I called Ridley and told her to evacuate and get clear. I had to use Five to tow the ship out of the way."

"That's nothing? You had to tow her ship, like a recovery vehicle and you say it's nothing? What are you now, International tow trucks? Why risk Five?"

"She didn't give me much of a choice, she didn't evacuate with her crew and I had to go get her. Save her, save her ship, that was the deal she gave me, I couldn't leave her there to die."

"So, let me get this straight," her voice had taken on a dangerous tone that even Scott wouldn't argue with. "Some space hussy flutters her eyelashes and basically blackmails you and you go running, putting yourself in danger because she's too dumb to do as she's told and get her arse out of the danger zone?"

John paused for a second, debating how to answer, when she put it that way it did sound bad. Ridley had been reprimanded and demoted because of it but he'd not thought much more of it, they put themselves in danger every week. "Yes?" he hedged, not wanting to argue with her but also not knowing how not to either.

"Dumbass," she yelled, smacking at his shoulder with a pad she'd grabbed off the table. "Never do that again or I'll kill you myself!"

"Ow! No hitting!"

"You deserve it! You almost got yourself killed!"

Gordon started to laugh, he couldn't help it.

"This is all your fault," John glared at his brother, fending off another whap of the pad.

"So you don't care about the fact that they were almost a thing?" Gordon confirmed, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Gordon, please shut up," John sighed, why did his family delight in making everything ten times harder for him?

"Who is he marrying?" Selene demanded to know, not looking at Gordon as she tried to dodge John's hands to reach him with the pad.

"You," John answered, grabbing the pad and plucking it from her hand, which he took in his own, lacing their fingers. "Which is why we are having this very awkward conversation and you are resorting to violence. Well, that and my soon to be dead brother."

"Exactly. The past is the past, people have history, if you wanted to be with her you would be," she shrugged, extracting her hand from his.

"But I'm warning you now, you even dare to so much as think about doing anything that stupid again and I will not be responsible for my actions." She snatched the list off Gordon. "She's going on the table with my annoying cousins as punishment." She made a note on the list looking up with a challenging glare, daring John to argue, to see everyone staring at her again.

"Why do you all keep looking at me like I'm an alien?"

"They're just jealous," John grinned, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her closer, thankful the awkwardness was over. Honestly, he hadn't known how she would react, most women would have kicked off big time. But he should have known better, she wasn't like most women, she knew they talked, she'd never had a problem with any of his friends, she knew he'd been with others before her and it had never been an issue.

"I'm still mad at you," she warned him, batting at his arm. "Get off!"

"Nope," he tightened his grip, leaning closer to risk stealing a kiss. He didn't get far as she blocked his lips with her hand.

"I said piss off!" she giggled, trying and failing to stay mad at him.

"No, you didn't," Virgil laughed.

"You're a weird woman, Sel," Scott laughed, shaking his head.

"Yeah, but you love me really," she grinned, giving up the fight and allowing John to drag her closer still.

He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder and sighed contentedly. This was how it should be, no jealousy, no stress between them other than wedding worries and definitely no secrets. Now he just had to find a way to tell her that he'd invited Ridley to her bachelorette party too. That was a job for another day, he wasn't that dumb to push his luck that much.

[33skeletons]

This is a list of all the people currently available

If this blog gains any real traction, I’ll add more... but until then, I don’t want to get too carried away until I’m 100% sure that the effort is worth it. I hope y’all understand

Name: Deydra Age: 18 Likes: ice cream, yaoi, drawing, roleplay dislikes: rude people, coffee, people putting words in her mouth, XP, Punk Bio: She’s in an open relationship with Scruff. she’s mute, but doesn’t know sign language, so she communicates via charades. She’s a low key perv, but tends to feign innocence.

Name: Friday Age: 22 Likes: flirting, coffee, making people flustered Dislikes: tea.... that stuff’s too mild, spicy food..... are you fucking insane!?! Bio: This tall drink of water is not for the feint of heart. He knows all the right buttons to push to reduce you to a blushing puddle. He has a goofy sense of humor and will often make a complete fool of himself just to make people at least crack an amused smile.

Name: Manga Age: 24 Likes: being pampered, the finer things in life Dislikes: getting dirty, being treated like a commoner Bio: This Miss Priss is a purebred with a pedigree. She believes herself to be an aristocrat and deems those of lower standard to be “plebian filth” and below her. Quick witted with a sharp tongue to boot, she’s not the nicest person to be around unless you can meet her high standards.... or give her a bottle of fancy ketchup. She has a weakness for tough guys that can match her mental capacity and hold intricate conversation with her.

Name: Punk Age: 32 Likes: What’s it to ya? Dislikes: Like you’d like ta know! Bio: he’s quite stand-off-ish and likes to keep people at arms length as much as he possibly can. He gets along with very few people and likes to shroud himself in mystery, the less you know, the better for him. He’s a wild card that enjoys throwing people for a loop at every turn.

Name: Scruff Age: 19 Likes: protecting Deydra, spicy food, tea, cuddles Dislikes: sushi, bone broth Bio: he and Deydra are in an open relationship. He cares more about Deydra than his own life. He’s a tad stand-off-ish towards anyone he doesn’t know. He tends to act as a translator for Deydra when someone doesn’t understand what she’s trying to say. All the scars on his face and his gold fangs are all from fighting to keep Deydra out of harm’s way. Wherever Deydra goes, Scruff is never very far.

Name: XP Age:15 Likes: destruction, being an asshole, getting what he wants Dislikes: being told no, having to be nice, things he destroys being fixed Bio: This edgy teen just wants the world to burn. He strives to hurt people any way he can and often ends up getting beaten senseless by Scruff when he targets Deydra. Being an Error Nightmare, he can use both Error strings and Nightmare tentacles to bring about destruction and pain, though he normally keeps the tentacles hidden as not to instantly rouse suspicion from his targets seeing as most actively avoid Nightmares, but are okay with Errors, though he can’t hide the goop that covers his right eye, which gives away his other half if anyone’s attentive enough to put two and two together in time

Name: Hokori Age: 23 Likes: food, blood, peanuts Dislikes:..... meh Bio: With his hood up, he appears to be a Dust Sans, but with his hood down it reveals a large gash in his skull and allows him to pass as your average Horror Sans. He’s volatile and unpredictable, but the fastest way to this skeleton’s proverbial heart is lots of food. He’s a bottomless pit with an insatiable apatite. If he’s out on a killing spree and has decided to target you, your best bet at escaping is to toss a handful of some kind of small, easily scattered snack such as peanuts. He’ll stop and start picking up and eating whatever you threw like James Woods from Family Guy. He’s also a bit of a perv once he’s deemed you not worth the energy of killing.

Name: Calibri (left) Age: 21 Likes: shredding sick riffs on her guitar, rapping, beating the snot out of assholes that need a checkup with karma Dislikes: Assholes, people calling her fat... I’m a queen with more curves than you know how to handle!!! get it right, fuckers!!! Bio: This badass, bodacious babe is one of Gears’s twin daughters. She’s got a sailor’s mouth with an alcohol tolerance to match. She’s hot-headed, but also mediates when her sister Chiller is too angry to see straight and starts edging too close to the line when putting her foot down. Calibri is sexy and she knows it with a ride or die attitude. She don’t need no man to take care of her, no sir! She’s perfectly capable of paying her own tab and fighting off a group of thugs that don’t know how to take no for an answer! She, her sister, and her mom can play Through The Fire And Flames on their guitars. Name: Chiller (right) Age: 21 Likes: playing guitar with her sister Calibri and mother Gears, reading Dungeons and Dragons books Dislikes: movie adaptations of books, live action adaptations of animations, assholes, being angry Bio: Chiller’s a badass babe in her own right. She survived being hooked up to a car battery and has the scars to prove it. She’s a lesbian and proud, and prefers taking on the dominant role in a relationship. Her pain tolerance is incredibly high. She enjoys hip hop, interpretive and break dancing, and is one heck of an archer with nearly dead shot aim. She’s normally stoic and very blunt with her words, preferring to only speak when necessary. She’s a natural born pack alpha.

Name: Sparkle Age: 41 Likes: anything sweet, bright colors, J-pop, K-pop Dislikes: anything bitter, having to get violent, seeing others get hurt Bio: she may look all sunshine and rainbows, but she can punch like a freight train and sometimes forgets her own strength. She suffers from hypoglycemia and has to keep sweets and candy on her person if she leaves the house, though she will gladly share them if you ask. She enjoys baking, and can often times be found doing just that out of boredom, not that anyone has been complaining. She may appear frail, but she can tank hits like a champ so long as said hits don’t come from a sharp object or gunshot. Her twin sister is Shade. She has a problem with producing more magic than her body can handle, so her sister comes in handy for that issue.

Name: Shade Age: 41 Likes: star gazing, dark colors, bitter and robust flavors, Evanescence (she knows all of their songs by heart) Dislikes: sweets, bright light, satanists Bio: Miss Doom And Gloom here is a wiccan highly skilled in her practice. She has the ability to leech magic from other monsters because she has no magic of her own to use, so she uses the magic of others, though mostly the excess magic her sister overproduces. She doesn’t enjoy getting her hands dirty in a fight,.... good thing she wears gloves! She’s rather soft spoken, but make no mistake, she has an outside voice and will not hesitate to use it if someone’s getting on her nerves. She mostly uses defensive magic to protect others, though she knows attack spells purely for the defense of herself and others should it be absolutely necessary. She also knows basic healing magic, though she can only heal minor injuries.

Name: Aiden Age: 40 Likes: pain, meat, grunge and screamo Dislikes: pop music, allergy season, Bio: This sharp toothed masochist ADORES pain, both receiving and inflicting. She got so mad once, she ruined her voice, so now she sounds like she smokes a pack a day. She’s very fast, agile, and super flexible since she’s double jointed EVERYWHERE!!! She has three rows of those razor teeth and a tongue which is so long it can act as an extra limb, which she enjoys showing off to freak people out via picking up objects such as cups, keys, pencils, and even going so far as to balance on it. She has very bad allergies, so she smells by flicking her tongue out like a reptile. Her spit and other bodily fluids are highly acidic. She’s normally chill, but it’s still obvious she’s a bit unhinged.

Name: Gears Age: 40 Likes: hot sauce, children, playing his acoustic guitar, working on cars, blacksmithing, learning new things Dislikes: sitting still for too long, sweets, water, cold, rude people, being alone Bio: Gears is a country boy that enjoys staying in top physical shape and keeping his hands and mind busy at every chance he gets. He’s just as strong as Sparkle, but slower. He has fire magic that when not fighting to keep others safe, he uses to forge metal as a freelance blacksmith. He carries a ridiculously enormous wrench forged from the hardest metal known to man that he uses as a melee weapon. Fire doesn’t harm him, but water sure as heck does (but he can drink things like koolaid and soda and be perfectly fine... just no water on it’s own or saline solution)!!! He bleeds ferrofluid, which he can manipulate, harden, and liquify at will as a last resort in a fight or to keep his injuries from deterring him too badly. He’s a bit of a himbo, but not as dumb... he just has his moments where “me brain am no werk so gud” and it’s evident when he starts having Freudian Slips in whatever he’s trying to say or his response to a question is “uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhm...... wait one...... run that by me again?”. Gears was around during the great human monster war, which in his AU the humans sealed them in the mountain, but chased them till they were backed against the barrier, but the monsters hit a massive stroke of good luck and managed to take back the underground with the help of Frisk. Being a war veteran that has seen things no one should ever have to, he suffers from PTSD. Gears has a soft spot for children, and will often babysit for others if they ask.

Name: Sketch Age: 40 Likes: drawing, painting, coloring, blood, sketching,..... what? Dislikes: ......... what were we talkin bout? Bio: Sketch is an unhinged scatterbrained clutz of an aspiring artist.... with a dark side. She’s a low-key sadist that’s developed a taste for blood. Once you piss her off, stopping her is like trying to stop the Doom Guy.... just... stay out of her warpath and pray to whoever you pray to that you’re not the one she’s storming towards. She’s a MASSIVE perv and will openly stare at whatever she sees that she likes a little too much, even known to get handsy when the person doesn’t take the hint. She often loses track of important things like her phone, keys, ect and loses her train of though every now and then or feigns it to skillfully dodge questions and conversations she’d rather not be having.

Name: Rave Age: 42 Likes: singing, dancing, fashion and most importantly BOOOOOOOYYYYYS~ Dislikes: ..... depends on the situation, really~ Bio: A flamboyantly gay vigilante is also a medic with powerful healing magic. Rave is fleet of foot and deathly quiet when sneaking up on someone and with enough stamina to outrun most of his targets. His weapon of choice is a glowstick staff. Wanna hear what he sounds like? Go to youtube and look up any nightcore male version of any Ke$ha song and that’s what he sounds like. Rave likes looking hot AF and can frequently be found rocking women’s punk, pop and grunge style clothing and looking damn good in it and some eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. He prides himself in keeping himself as healthy and fit as he possibly can at all times. He unironically likes pumpkin spice anything, peppermint bark lattes, and kale chips. 

Name: Dante Age: 42 Likes: children, Italian food, guns, cigars, wine, bourbon, being a wise guy mobster, Helping others.... so long as they help someone else in return that is.... sorta like.... paying for the person behind you in a drive thru where it starts a chain reaction of people paying for the next person’s meal..... little acts of kindness make the world go round, y’know.... and I’m a charitable man. Dislikes: rude people, having to go “Melancholy”, Bio: This Mafiatale Ganz (GZTale Sans) is the don of his own mafia that deal in guns, alcohol, and providing protection to those who come to him on the day of his sister's daughter's son's niece's nephew's grandmother's sister's wedding-..... pffffft hahaha!!! Just kidding! He has no blood relatives besides his brother Leon, but this group of people (everyone in the two pictures above this) are like.... illegitimate family.... adoptive you could say. Dante’s great with kids. He and Gears are the best at babysitting and often work together to help lost children find their families again when they’re out and about. Dante enjoys giving back to the community as much as he possibly can, even spending his free time doing volunteer work and donating funds to the city. When Dante gets a custom order on a gun, he has Gears forge it for him and focuses on the fine details, dip dying, engraving and making custom bullets to match.

Name: Anomaly Age: immortal, frozen at age 23 Likes: helping others, traveling to other AUs, fruity alcohol, karaoke, JAPANESE FOOD!!! Dislikes: spicy food, beer, celery, mushrooms, country music Bio: Anomaly has ben around for god knows how long. They are bigender. They have wings and horns (cause They’re a fallen angel) but prefers to hide them away. 40 years ago, they decided to create their own AU as a safe haven for anyone trying to escape danger, though danger seems to find their little safe haven more than they’d like to admit. It was around this time they discovered forgotten AUs and ones being destroyed or deleted and decided to try to rescue as many people from them as they could, bringing them back to populate their AU Crossroads, aptly named due to it being a meltingpot of the multiverse and still growing in size and population to this day. The 9 skeletons listed above were the first 9 they ever rescued and they became like their own kids. They’re a goofball, but make Them mad and you’ll feel their wrath! Skilled in a multitude of weapons and fighting styles, they’re a formidable force of nature. They can shift between male and female at will, though they prefer their female form due to them being able to fit in smaller spaces, being lighter weight, and being able to doe eye and bat their eyelashes out of most situations.... plus free drinks at the local bar on Thursdays.

Name: Eros Age: 19 Likes: long walks on the beach, cuddles, his family, oreos Dislikes: rainy days, confrontation (cause it makes people afraid of him) Bio: This 10ft tall, frightening behemoth is actually Aiden’s son! Out of all the second generation, he’s the youngest of the adults, but the most responsible of the four boys, often being the voice of reason amongst them, especially when it comes to the well being of children around his idiotic cousins Etch and Scribble and often being the one to get little ZJ to listen to what he’s told by telling him going to bed on time and eating vegetables will make him grow up big and strong like him. He’s actually a little on the shy side and very humble, only hamming things up around ZJ and other small children present. He suffers from early onset arthritis and has to take medication for it to keep his joints from locking up and grinding together, but he doesn’t let it hold him down. He and his uncle Gears work out together because it helps his aching bones and because Gears turns it into fun little challenges for him to keep him going with it instead of giving up.

Name: Etch Age: 21 (but a few months younger than Chiller and Calibri) Likes: mEmEs!!!, weed, being annoying, prank wars Dislikes: being forgotten, being ignored, pain (has a very low pain tolerance) Bio: One of Sketch’s sons and Scribble’s twin brother. He’s just very lonely and wants people to pay attention to him to stave off being alone for as long as he can... whether said attention is positive or negative. When no one pays attention to him or there’s no one to keep his thoughts from wandering to dark places, he steals his brother’s weed stash and gets high... which his brother hates because Etch could easily go to a doctor and get his own prescribed to him, but Etch fears the doctor’s office more than death and adamantly refuses to go, even hiding or running away at the mere mention of it. Etch tried to get a tattoo once.... he went into it screaming like a badass Viking, but before they could even roll up his sleeve to start, he ran out blubbering like a baby. He’s the most irresponsible one in the entire family and is always the one to cause major problems because of a bad idea he thought was good at the time. He ends up in bad situations a lot and finds himself with the wrong crowd more often than not, but lucky for him he has a family full of badasses that come to bail him out of any situation before he ends up hurt too badly.

Name: Scribble Age: 21 (but a few months younger than Chiller and Calibri) Likes: memes, weed, hanging around Etch, Eros and ZJ, cuddles Dislikes: when Etch steals his weed, when Etch gets into trouble, pain (another with very low pain tolerance, looky there! But he has literally no tolerance for pain.... he screamed when he got those piercings)  Bio: Scribble suffers from anxiety and clinical depression and was prescribed marijuana to treat it. He and his brother were home schooled after freshman year of high school due to Etch pissing off the entire football team and them all ambushing the brothers in the locker room after gym class and um... let’s just say Etch got over it and Scribble still fears .....backdoor intimacy after what the football team did to them. Scribble is unable to protect himself and is a firm believer in pacifism. In times of battle, Scribble acts as a messenger, able to write notes in magic ink that can only be seen by it’s intended recipients. He normally just rolls with whatever Etch is doing or does what he’s told to avoid a conflict.

Name: Spritle Age: 20 Likes: Cheesy romance, dark humor and morbid jokes, rainy days Dislikes: removing her death touch nullifying necklace, people sexualizing her right off the bat, people underestimating her because of her appearance Bio: This brightly colored reaper girl is one of Sparkle’s daughters. She prefers to blend into the background and not be the center of attention if she can help it. Yes, her freckles are rainbow colors. She’s more on the proper side like her aunt Shade and enjoys a relationship if it’s not centered around perversion. She’d rather spend the day cuddled up on the couch watching disney movies, eating pizza and sharing a drink with two straws. She really likes nostalgic and retro things like 50′s diners and drive in movies. If you’re with her and intend on asking her out, doing old school gestures like laying your jacket over a puddle so she won’t step in it is the quickest way to win her over.

Name: Pixie Age: 19 Likes: when any guy is interested in her, when soon to be reaped souls try to run from her sister (It gives her something to do), sushi Dislikes: When people think she’s a child because of her nearly flat chest and high pitches voice, How her big sister has a bigger bust than her (Sprilte: Hey, if I could switch with you, I would! These things hurt my back!) Bio: Sparkle’s youngest daughter. Her father was an ErrorFellSwap Papyrus. She works with her sister as a chaser. Her job is to chase after, disarm and detain souls that refuse to be reaped when their time comes via trying to fight death or outrun it and thus trying to fight/run away from Spritle. Pixie is the first ever chaser on record and was the one who proposed the idea to the reaper council to keep reapers from tearing their bodies up to do their job. Chasers can be identified by a little white cross on their clothing or accessories and are required to be fast runners and ferocious fighters. Pixie has the speed and ferocity of a FellSwap Papyrus and is able to use her error strings to easily take weapons from your hands and tie you up to await the cold bite of Spritle’s scythe or claw blades. Pixie enjoys puzzles, her favorite being rubix cubes.

Name: ZJ Age: 4 Likes: coloring, playing outside, hanging out with the older boys, spending time with uncle Gears and uncle Dante, when his momma reads to him, hide and seek, COOKIES, CAKE AND CANDY!!! Dislikes: When people are mean and hurt others, vegetables, bed time Bio: Shade’s adopted son. ZJ is shy, yet a hyperactive ball of energy that likes to hang around with Etch, Scribble, and Eros. He has wisdom beyond his years thanks to his mother reading college level literature as his bedtime stories, but he has trouble articulating his words from the first three years of his life being spent with everyone baby talking him. When he doesn’t know how to respond to something, he just reacts by screaming “I DUNNO WHAT’S GOIN ON!!!” the same happens when he gets overwhelmed, but it’s accompanied by him hiding behind the nearest trusted adult.

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"What !? No - No"

Sterling palmed her face in shock.

"Mom? What's she talking about?"

Blair is directly looking at Debbie, with brows arched as a sign of confusion. She knew she'll never get an answer from Debbie so she looked at her dad.

"Dad?"

She opened her arms as a signal to Anders that she's waiting for an answer. Anderson bit his lip, took a big sigh and looked at Debbie, who's still crying while pointing her shotgun directly at Dana.

"Hello !? I'm shot !?"

Everyone looked at the man who's lying on the floor, Dana's shitty boyfriend. Bowser pointed his gun at the guy, cuffed then took him.

"Dad?"

Blair is still waiting for an answer, that she knows she's not gonna get, for now.

"Sterling come here!"

Blair took Sterling's wrist then took her to Bowser's car.

"Blair II - alkdjadniw"

Sterling's blabbering, because she's still in shock. Blair closed the backseat door where they're sitting.

"Listen to me, Sterl. We will always be sisters. Twin sisters. You just came out of our mom's twin sister. See? We're still twins"

Sterling looked at Blair who's waiting for her to speak.

"Y-yeah. Yeah. I could - I could deal with that."

Sterling can't cry. She's overwhelmed with emotions and shock and questions. They both looked out of the window when the police arrived. Dana is being put in jail.

Debbie, Anders, and Bowser are talking when the police left.

"Holy shit! They're gonna know that Bowser is a bounty hunter!"

Blair is now in a panic.

"W-what? Why? How?"

Sterling is still confused, her mind is far away from wherever they are.

"Shit they looked at us! Hide!"

They both ducked.

"Wait, why are we hiding?"

Sterling still full of confusion but she follows what Blair is doing because Blair is the only one that makes sense to her now.

"I - I - why are you hiding?"

Blair asked her back. Suddenly, the driver's seat door opened.

"Girls. I will get you home now. Okay?"

They sighed in relief when they heard Bowser's voice so they sat back on their seats.

"Did you tell them about bounty hunting? Did you tell them that we're on your team?"

Bowser rolled his eyes at Blair's question.

"First, I did not tell them that I am a bounty hunter. Second, they will never know you're on my team."

The twins took a big sigh. Blair is relieved that their cover isn't blown, as if a spy dodged a bullet. Sterling, took a big sigh because now that her mom is actually her aunt, she's seeing the family that she grew up in, in a totally different way.

"Third,"

Bowser broke the silence that made the two look at him.

"Are you okay baby girl?"

He's looking directly at Sterling. Blair looked at Sterling, waiting for her to answer Bowsie.

"Yeah, I guess so."

She looked down on her hand and tried to play with her nails.

"You know what? You don't even look like her. You look more like mom. Our mom. You're her favorite and I'm sure she loves you so much--," Blair's eyebrows crossed again. "--more than she loves me."

Confused with her own sentence, she shrugged it off, like she's telling herself that that's not the point.

"Do you remember in third grade, she told us she's gonna make us a ham sandwich for lunch, and then you got the ham sandwich and I got the peanut butter sandwich !?"

Sterling laughed when she remembered how angry Blair was when they got home and told their mom.

"Do you remember what she said?"

Asked Blair.

"Yeah. You told her, 'where was my ham sandwich !?'"

The two laughed because Sterling made an impression of Blair's third-grade-angry-face.

"Yeah! And she was like, 'Blair, you should learn to give to others especially your sister. I love you both so much but a responsible older sister should always take care of her younger sister.'"

They looked at each other.

"Yeah. That was fair."

Sterling finally agreed.

"She always put you first over me. Always has and always has been. But, works for me. Less attention, less expectation. It's enough for me to know they love me, they love us. But so you know, you have to take care of your kidney because I am not going to donate it. I want to die with my organs complete and intact. "

Bowser, silently listening to them shakes his head in awe.

"I should really stay hydrated."

Hydrated. Shoot. The water bottle. Lock-in meeting. April.

"Bye, Sterl."

Once again, Sterling took a big sigh. Her heart is crumbling like paper. Now her tears are starting to run down but she tried to hide them and wipe them away using her forehand.

"Oh my God!"

She looked at Blair when she heard her scream.

"What?"

Blair looked back at Sterling with tears in her eyes. With a wide freaking smile.

"It's Miles! He wants to talk!"

Blair happily hugged Sterl. The latter is so happy for her sister.

"Holy crap. We're gonna makeup, we'll be together again! Oh, sweet Jesus! I miss his smell!"

Sterling, can't help but miss April.

Her lips.

Her smile.

Her kiss.

Her smell.

Her skin.

"Honey"

Debbie hugged Sterling so tight. She knows Sterling is in shock but she's scared to let Sterling think negative thoughts and doubt herself.

"M-Can I still call you mom?"

Asked Sterling while they're hugging each other.

"Oh, sweetheart. I am your mom. No one else could be your mom. Okay? And you, are Sterling. You are our daughter. You are sisters - twin sisters."

Debbie softly touched their chins while smiling.

"See? I told you we're still sisters and twins."

Blair happily told Sterling. She smiled so wide. She's never been this happy to be a part of this family.

"I can't even imagine my life without you. I mean, who's gonna let me borrow a bra and never return it and doesn't get mad?"

Sterling laughed again. Anders and Debbie hugged the twins. They looked at each other with a genuine smile. Their hands intertwined with each other. Anders kissed Debbie on her forehead with a sigh of relief because the husband and the wife know that this night just made their family ties stronger than ever.

"Okay, can we please face the fact that you guys still didn't answer my questions last night?"

Typical Blair, asking questions and gets paranoid when they're not being answered.

"Okay, honey. First of all, we are having breakfast. I don't think it's appropriate to talk about that this time."

Blair's brows arched once again because of disbelief.

"A-actually, mom--" Sterling slightly smiled then reached for her nape. "--I want to know. I think I deserve that."

Debbie silently put down her tea, took the napkin out of her lap, and damped it on her lips before saying anything. Anders reached for Debbie's hand that is resting on her lap, which made her look at Anders. She took a big sigh.

"Okay, I'm going to make it short and precise."

Sterling and Blair are waiting for the answers while Anders enjoys himself chewing his food, but it is making an annoying sound. The three girls looked at him.

"What? I'm just eating my food."

Debbie rolled her eyes. The twins looked back at Debbie.

"Dana showed in our old house carrying you. Blair was just a month old. She told me she can't take care of you so she wanted me to take care of you as my own. Dana was a mess. I mean, she still is. But I don't know who your father is. That's it. "

Sterling isn't bothered anymore. She's a Wesley and will always be a Wesley.

"Are you going home right after school?"

Asked Blair while she's driving to school. Sterling's mind is still in the wind.

"Y-yeah. I guess. I don't have much to do."

Blair looked at Sterling with worry.

"It's gonna be okay. I know it's hard for you to walk around and see her in every corner but you have to be strong."

Sterling looked at Blair.

"Yeah. I just have to be strong."

Blair looked at her again, not convinced by how Sterling said those words.

"Or you can pretend you hate her again until it comes true."

Sterling looked at her.

"II-can't do that."

Sterling looked in the side-view mirror when she saw that they're approaching the parking lot.

"Just pretend. Okay? Act tough and doesn't care about her."

The last piece of advice from Blair before they step out of the car. "By the way, you have to take an uber later. I'm gonna meet with Miles. It's our make-up date. Or probably make-up-then-make-out-date."

Sterl just nodded to Blair.

"Incoming."

She whispered to Sterling as she saw April approaching them. Sterling's heart is pounding just the thought of hearing April's voice. She's directly looking at April while walking and is ready to stop whenever April greets her but to her dismay, April didn't greet her, or even called her name, or even took a glimpse of her.

Sterling stopped and turned around, chasing April's back by staring at her.

"Hey, Luke!"

Sterling turned her back before she sees the flirting that is about to happen.

"How is she doing that? I mean, that would be so hard for a gay woman to flirt with someone who's not even on her menu."

Whispered Blair to Sterling while walking towards the entrance.

"Shhhh someone might hear you."

Sterling dropped her bag then turned her face down the table. She kept taking deep breaths, assuming it would heal her aching heart.

"I told you to save me a seat beside you"

She heard the voice she's longing to hear, but she kept her cool and decided to only move when the bell rang.

"I'm sorry, Hannah B is already here when I came in. I wouldn't wanna sit beside--"

Ezequiel looked down at sleeping Sterling. April doesn't even need to turn her back to know who that girl is because even her peripheral vision can recognize her instantly. But for the sake of pretending, she looked around and rolled her eyes.

"Fine."

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Hey guys I didn't know that tumblr has a limit. So I cant post the whole chapter. If you'd like to continue reading you can go to my wattpad account. Here's the link.

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[wishingon-astar]

Bronte’s introduction.

ORIGINS & FAMILY

Full Name: Bronte Elizabeth Logan

Reason for name: Her dad’s fave author

Nickname(s) and how they got them: Bron and because it’s her name shortened

Date of Birth: January 4th

Age: 37

Gender: Cis woman

Place of birth: San Antonio, TX

Places lived since: Only there but now lakeview

Social Class: Middle

Siblings: Unknown sister

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Mostly close, they have their moments.

Children of his/her own?: A two year old called Trixie

If so, relationship with child's mother/father?: Father is out of the picture, one night stand.

Age he/she became a parent: 35

PHYSICAL

Height: 5′4

Race: White

Nationality: American

Face Shape: Heart

Distinguishing Facial Features: DIMPLES

Hair Color: Brown

Usual Hair Style: Straight and down or up in a ponytail

Eye Color: Green

Complexion: Perfection

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): None

Health (usually sick? or very resilient? allergies?): She is very resilient 

What do they consider their best feature?: Her smile

Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: Tore giving birth

Ticklish: Yes, but don’t tickle her she’ll flip her shit

APPEARANCE

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Very smart most of the time

Typical style of shoes: Loves a heel

Glasses? Contacts?: Sometimes

Personal Hygiene: The very best

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: Ears pierced but that is all

What does their voice sound like?: Raspy

Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): She is incredibly articulate and well spoken

Accent?: A bit of a texas twang

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: She talks with her hands

Left handed or right?: Left

What does their writing look like?: Neat and concise 

Do they work out/exercise?: Yes, sometimes

BELIEFS & INTELLECT

Level of self esteem: Relatively high

Known Languages: English and french

Zodiac: Capricorn

Happiest memory: Hearing her daughter say mama for the first time

Life philosophy: Live like you’ll die tomorrow

Religious stance: Atheist

Political stance: Democrat

Pet peeves: So many, too many

Sense of humor: None, she has no sense of humour whatsoever

How do they deal with stress? She smokes

What do they do when upset? Smokes and cries with a good book

What about angry? Gets stompy and slams doors

Level of comfort with technology: So-so

Believe in the supernatural: Nope

Believe in an afterlife: No

Believe in happy endings: Maybe

How do they want to be remembered?: For being a good person

How do they feel about asking for help? She isn’t keen

Optimist or pessimist: Optimist

Extrovert or introvert: Extrovert

Leader or follower: Leader

Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Logic

Cautious or daring: A bit of both

Spontaneous or planner: Planner

Thinker or doer? Doer

Organized or messy: Organised

Worrier or carefree: A bit in between

Artistic?: No

Mathematical?: Yes

SEX & INTIMACY

Current marital/relationship/sexual status: Single and divorced

Sexual orientation: Questioning

What is their “type” in regards to looks in a partner? Someone nice and someone who is a good role model for her daughter

Views on sex (one night stands, promiscuity, etc): She is all for it

Level of sexual experience: Not bad

Do they have any unfulfilled sexual fantasies?: Yes

Love or Lust: Love

Ever been in love?: Yes

Do they fall in love easily?: No

Do they take relationships seriously?: Yes

Believe in true love or soul mates? Not really

Thoughts on public displays of affection?: No thank you

How do they flirt: She doesn’t

VOCATION

Level of education: Higher

Profession: School pricipal

Describe their work space: Neat but chaotic

Past occupations: Math teacher

Passions: Teaching, maths

Attitude towards current job: Meh

Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: She hasn’t met them properly yet

Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something she loves

SECRETS

Phobias: Death, spiders, snakes, heights

Life goals: Have another kid or two

Biggest regret: Not finding out about her sister sooner

Police/Criminal/Legal record (Crimes committed? If so, were they caught? charged?): None

What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life?: She wishes she had a solid family unit for Trixie

What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance?: Nothing

LIKES & DISLIKES

Favorite color: Yellow

Coffee or tea?: Coffee

Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: Smooth

Do they like music? What kind?: A bit of everything really

Favorite type of weather: She likes it when its a little overcast but still warm

Favorite form of entertainment: Reading

How do they feel about traveling?: She isn’t keen

What sort of gifts do they like? Books

DRUGS & ALCOHOL

Thoughts on drugs and alcohol: She is a strictly zero tolerance on drugs but alcohol is okay

Do they smoke? If so, do they want to quit?: She smokes when she is stressed, she would like to quit

Age of first cigarette: Sixteen

Age when they first got drunk: Twenty one

Do they drink on regular basis: None

What type of alcohol do they prefer: Wine or Gin

DETAILS

Most important/defining event in life to date: Having Trixie

Sleeping habits: She’s a very light sleeper and doesn’t get a lot of it

Typical Saturday night: Movies with Trixie

Most used word or phrase?: Damn

What is home like (messy, neat, sparse): Very neat if you ignore all the moving boxes

Pets?: If not, do they want any?: No thank you

One word to best describe them: Strict

What makes them laugh?: Not a lot

Any special holiday traditions?: Her and Trixie always have matching jammies

Can they hold their breath for a long time?: Nope

Do they know how to swim? Yes

Can they cook (if so, how well and do they enjoy it)?: She cooks all of her meals from scratch and she enjoys it

Ideal vacation: Paris or somewhere in Italy

[myaekingheart]

125. The Hangover

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               Sekkachi groaned as she rolled over in bed, creaking her eyes open. Maybe she had overdone it last night but what was the point of a party if you didn’t get blackout drunk? Besides, she only turned thirty once. Her youth was evading her. She deserved to go a little wild, even in spite of the consequences she’d suffer in the morning.

               She had no idea what time it was, but that didn’t matter much to her. She didn’t have anything to do today other than curl up in the bathroom and die. She resolved to burrow even deeper into her blankets, however, when she heard a strange noise down the hallway. Intruders? No, it couldn’t be. No one would be dumb enough to break into her apartment at this hour and even if they were, she had nothing of value to steal anyway. She listened close as heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, far too enthusiastic for this early in the morning. And then it struck her. She recognized that gait. Oh, no.

               Before Sekkachi could duck and cover, the door swung open and in came none other than Might Guy. “Good morning!” he bellowed, bounding forward and ripping the blankets back. “I was wondering when you’d wake up! I brought you breakfast!”

               Sekkachi whined and tugged her pillow over her head. “I’m not hungry” she complained.

               “Sure you are!” Guy insisted. He scattered a handful of packaged rice cakes across her bedspread and dropped a large jar of peanut butter on her nightstand. “Besides, you need to keep up your strength!”

               As much of an imposition as Guy’s presence was, she at least had to take thanks in how well he took care of her. She frowned as she slowly reached her hand out to grab one of the rice cakes, ripping the plastic packaging open and breaking off a small piece. Crumbs scattered across the sheets but she didn’t seem to pay them any mind.

               “Do I even want to know how long you’ve been here?” she asked. She popped a small piece of rice cake in her mouth, frowned, but forced herself to swallow it anyway.

               “All night!” Guy exclaimed with a thumbs-up. Sekkachi’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she whined and fell back against the bed. “You see, I couldn’t just let you walk home by yourself last night” Guy continued, “And I didn’t want to let you sleep alone, so I crashed on your couch to make sure you’d make it through the night alright! And now that you have, it’s time to kick that hangover’s ass!”

               “I don’t even want to know what you have in mind” Sekkachi replied.

               “Nothing too crazy!” Guy grinned. “Just a couple laps around the village, one hundred push-ups, and fifty leg squats!”

               “Guy, you are absolutely fucking insane” Sekkachi whined, throwing a piece of rice cake at him. He caught it in mid-air and popped it into his mouth like it was nothing, chewing and swallowing with a satisfied sigh.

               “Well, you’ve gotta sweat that alcohol out somehow!” he replied.

               Sekkachi rolled her eyes, balled up the plastic packaging, and tossed it into the trash can. It spun along the rim for a moment before toppling inside on top of the rest of her garbage. “And what’s your excuse, Guy?” she asked in mild aggravation. “You drank more than I did last night.”

               “Don’t you worry about that, Sekkachi” Guy swatted at the air dismissively. “I’ve already sweated all of it out! Which is a testament to how well my methods really work.”

               “For you, maybe” Sekkachi mumbled, “But if you so much as make me get out of this bed, I guarantee I’m going to die.” Sekkachi never understood how Might Guy was such a heavyweight. No matter how much he knocked back, he never even seemed to get drunk in the first place, let alone hungover. The irony was that his star student, Rock Lee, was the biggest lightweight Sekkachi had ever met, and yet somehow a natural user of the Drunken Fist. She supposed that was one technique that Guy couldn’t help him polish. As much as she hated to admit it, Sekkachi wondered if she ought to ask a fourteen year old for tips. She wasn’t opposed to learning the Drunken Fist herself, especially from someone with a similar chakra handicap. But no matter, that was an idea for another day. For now, she was glued to her bed and nothing, not even Might Guy himself, was going to move her.

               “By the way” Guy started, and his expression had suddenly shifted. “I noticed earlier this morning you got a voicemail. I think it was from one of the girls at the bar last night.” It was then that Sekkachi recognized the expression on his face was one of repressed delight. The corner of his mouth twitched as he fought a smile, turning to the landline on her desk. He pressed a button and the messages began to play.

               Sekkachi furrowed her brows as she tried to remember whether she flirted with anyone the previous night. She vaguely remembered a cute blonde waitress but had no recollection of exchanging phone numbers with her. As the message itself began to play, however, a sick feeling took root in Sekkachi’s gut. She recognized that soft, sheepish voice immediately. Mikazuki. “Oh god…” she whispered. Without another moment, she leapt to her feet and rushed to the bathroom, her stomach creaking and seeking revenge.

               Guy smirked as he watched her disappear, rooting around in her drawers to find her pills. Once he found them, he creaked the bathroom door open ever so slightly to hand them to her. She snatched them out of his hand and swallowed one of the tiny blue capsules, chasing it with a paper cup of tap water. Guy leaned against the wall outside the bathroom, on guard for if she needed anything else, and smiled. He already knew she would be too sick to train. She always was after nights like the last. He never really had any intention of dragging her around in the village in the first place. Rather, he just wanted to see the look on her face when he tried. And even more, he wanted to see the look on her face at the sound of that voicemail. Well, I guess that’s one thing that can get her out of bed, he thought to himself before turning back to the phone and silencing the replay.

[skypieace]

kenhina / kagehina au i guess?

ok this is gonna be funny i think

So our story begins with Hinata Shouyou, the little peanut butter-ray of sunshine from Karasuno High. He's the sweet guy everybody knows and loves but he's super chill so doesn't act like he’s the king of the world or something like that. He doesn't even have the height for it. Ok, and we also have Kageyama Tobio, the new kid at school that kinda looks like is always about to curse someone, but he's a sweet guy and just doesn't know how to deal with new people. He sees Shouyou in the hallways every day and ugh he's so small and beautiful! Kageyama is definitely into him. Last but not less important, we have Kenma Kozume. He's super shy and doesn't care so much about what others could think of him. He loves video games and nerdy stuff and only hangs out with his bestie Kuroo. He's known Shouyou since they were kids and has adored the orange guy since then. But he's never had the guts to tell his feelings and honestly he doesn't want to, that's fine. So far so good.

Hinata asks Kenma one day if they could talk privately. Imagine the poor's guy heart! He got so nervous thinking how the conversation would go that he wrote a letter about his feelings for Shouyou. He could never have the courage to say it but writing is fine he thinks? So they went to a nice place to chat. Hinata tells him he's in love with someone and thinks this someone loves him back. Kenma is like on fire and asks if he knew the person and Shouyou say yes. “He's from your class I think. He's the new kid, Kageyama, you know?” Ooh, he sighed and felt stupid thinking that Hinata could have feelings for him. Anyway, Shouyou asks if he could help him to get Kageyama's attention and like a good whore he says yes.

The next day Kageyama decides to talk to him about Hinata as well. He asks for Kenma’s help to have Shouyou since they are friends and Tobio is terrible at flirting. Kenma is a smart and nice guy, and also he is in love. And what do we do when we love someone that doesn’t love us back? We suffer, damn it! And he was already in his emo and overdramatic mood, so he thought about his love letter to Shouyou, which still was on his backpack. And then, gave it to Kageyama. The letter had no name and signature so it would fit for anyone, because it was just some romantic shit. Tobio was confused, who tf just has random love letters by chance? “I just.... like to write, guess I’m a poet guy. Nevermind, just take it and give it to him.”

So things went how they were supposed to go in this case. Shouyou loved the letter and Kageyama was all he could think of. So they started to hang out and etc but sometimes it would get weird because Tobio didn’t know how to express his feelings and they’d have this awkward silence, but their eyes would say “I really like you and like when we spend some time together.” They were really cute lovebirds. Some weeks later, Kenma is at Kageyama’s house doing some school shit and he actually thinks Tobio’s a nice guy and deserves to be with Shouyou. Anyways, Hinata wants to facecall Kageyama and soon his phone started to ring. It was funny to watch how the guy would freak out everytime he had to speak, and he just says things like ‘Hinata-boke’ and makes fun of Shouyou’s height calling him chibi. Hinata loves it but this day he wants to hear some beautiful words from his almost-boyfriend. Tobio turns to Kenma with a desperate face and receives a disgusted look from the blonde one. “Ugh, you’re terrible at this. It’s torturing to watch, let me help you.” So he stays away from the camera but whispers lovely and fancy words about Hinata to his friend. As expected, the orange guy gets super emotional and praises Kageyama’s talent. They end up that day oficially dating.

Time goes by for almost a year and since the lovebirds are dating, Kenma’s service is not required anymore. Until one day Hinata opens his heart to Kageyama about his true feelings. “Look, since the first time I saw you, I knew you were going to be mine. You looked like an angel and you always do it. But now I know that I love you more every day, and I love your soul. I get chills thinking that we’ve been together for almost one year and you still write and put these love letters on my locker every day. I love you, Tobio.” Kageyama takes a few minutes to absorve the information and feels so angry he could pass out. After saying goodbye to his boyfriend, he looks for Kenma all over the place and eventually finds him. Kageyama’s a good guy and the walk made his nerves get calm so he asks Kenma about the boy’s feelings for Hinata. He already knew the answer but needed to hear it, and the blonde had no choice than nodding with his head affirmatively. Tobio gives a long sigh and looks at him. “You need to tell him. I don’t want this anymore, I don’t wanna pretend that I can write love letters and recite poems. Just talk to him and we’ll see who he prefers.”

Kenma didn’t want to, but he feels like he owes Kageyama this since he’s been kinda catfishing his boyfriend for one year. He finds Hinata and approaches him saying they need to talk, but soon as he looks directly into Shouyou’s eyes, he feels sooo weak! He feels weak because Hinata is too much for him to handle, because him and Kageyama are a happy couple and he doesn’t want to ruin things for nobody. Also, Kageyama is at 3rd year, about to graduate and move away for university, so why not just let everything the way it is? He’s okay and so are the lovebirds. “Nevermind, Shouyou. I forgot what I had to say, sorry.” He looks for Tobio too after this. “You won, prince charming. He chose you.”

So nothing changed at all. They stayed together more happily than ever, enjoying every minute they had together before Kageyama’s moving, but it eventually happened. They managed to stay together for some years despite the distance but Tobio has his own life now and so does Hinata, and they decided to go to different paths. Shouyou and Kenma are still friends and as always, Kozume would get his back for anything. They see each other almost every weekend and in one of these days, Hinata reminds the school times and everything that happened. Now he’s not that chibi anymore and has some muscles that makes Kenma sweat, and Kozume by the way looks the same as high school, just his hair changed a bit and got longer. “Wow, remember when I dated Tobio? It was fun. Hope he’s doing great.” Kenma doesn’t say anything and just takes a sip of his tea.

”He wrote me so many letters by that time, I wonder why he didn’t follow this career. He was truly something else.”

”I’m sure his writing sucks.”

”Shut up! It doesn’t.”

”Yeah, right....”

”Ken-chan, you are so mean sometimes! I’ve even memorized some of his verses, you know? There’s one that’s like... ‘My heart follows you every instant... And it will always be, even in the most distant worlds’... Ugh I don’t remember the end.”

“...the same heart that loves you so passionately.”

Hinata chokes on his tea. “Kenma, how do you know that?”

Kenma looks away, waiting for his orange braincells to start working.

“It was you this whole time?” Silence. “Look at me, please.”

Kenma did it. And he sees the guy he’s always been in love with giving him the brightest smile.

“I’m sorry, Shouyou.”

They discuted a bit about reasons, emotions and this kind of shit. The important part is that Kenma was still a living being, since he always thought he’d pass away if Hinata knew his feelings one day. But it didn’t happen and he was holding hands with Shouyou now (thought they are a bit sweaty) and feeling happier than ever.

“Ken-chan, can you recite to me some words?” Shouyou closed his eyes, putting his head on the blonde’s shoulder.

“Yes, Shou. I could do this forever.”

“Oh then, please do it.” 

Kenma smiled and closed his eyes too.

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little disclaimer! you might be thinking “but why didn’t kageyama check with hinata if his conversation about kenma’s feelings actually happened?” well, that’s because this au is inspired in a theater play and kageyama’s character was supposed to die right after kenma told him shouyou’s choice, but god i wasn’t going to kill the poor guy right?? and don’t worry about him, he’s living a cool life in paris.

oook so i had a great time writing this!!! it is inspired from my ultimate-favorite-play of all time, ‘cyrano de bergerac’ by edmond rostand. hope u enjoyed reading :)

[carry-a-world]

a canon-divergent cql-verse au where wwx realizes his feelings for lwj after asking shijie about why someone would like (read: love) another person so much and tries to court him (bc he believes that lwj deserves to be courted with all the refined graces in the world!!!) but like. all his previous suaveness has gone missing and he makes a fool of himself but lwj doesnt mind :') also in this verse the wens arent persecuted so wwx doesnt have to brand himself as a traitor to the world

okay this got A Little out of hand so uh, here’s an ao3 link too ijaslkfdjasdf

Like Crunchy Peanut Butter

Wei WuXian moodily kicks a lotus pod the length of the pier.

Jiang Cheng wanted him in meetings this afternoon, but he needed time to sort himself out after last night. Jiang YanLi’s words about a crush have stuck with him—an earworm that he can’t seem to shake.

He doesn’t do crushes. Fleeting fancies, maybe, if they only last as long as it takes to exchange a few sugar-coated words.

Permanence is scary, and Wei WuXian has a long and complicated history with it.

But he does, as Jiang YanLi suggested, have someone he likes. It’s not something he’s allowed himself to think too hard on, because the object of his affections is… well…

There aren’t good words to describe Lan WangJi, really. Not in the way Wei WuXian sees him.

The world calls him ‘Han-Guang-Jun’ and ‘cold,’ ‘beautiful’ and ‘unattainable.’ He might be all those things, but that isn’t how Wei WuXian would choose to describe him. 

Lan WangJi is infuriating and stuffy in Wei WuXian’s first memories of him. Brave and steadfast somewhere in the middle.

And now. Now he’s just good.

He is a steady hand reaching out, when Wei WuXian’s very center is crumbling. He is the haunting thrum of guqin strings—soothing a restless soul.

Wei WuXian likes him so much that he doesn’t quite know what to do with it.

He’d ignore the feelings, if it wouldn’t disappoint Jiang YanLi. She’s always wanted him to be happy, and in the light of everything that’s happened, he can’t bear to make her feel sad.

To the ends of the earth—that’s how far he’d go to make his siblings happy.

That leaves option two: a crazy plan truly worthy of him. He could court Lan WangJi, properly, the way he deserves.

Wei WuXian is the fourth most eligible bachelor, after all. It’s not that much of a reach, is it?

Even without a golden core, he’s proven himself a force to be reckoned with.

Well. If he’s gonna do it, he’ll do it the right way.

*

There’s only one place to begin, and he really wishes there weren’t.

Lan QiRen hates him, and Wei WuXian thinks he’s a stuffy old bag with a horrible mustache. Nothing about this is destined to go well. Lan QiRen would probably rather die than have him as a son-in-law.

Wei WuXian bows formally to both Lan QiRen and Lan XiChen, torn between quaking in his boots and absolute mirth.

“Young Master Wei, what can we do for you?” Lan XiChen is ever the picture of politeness, a pleasant smile on his face.

Lan QiRen glares as if he could scorch Wei WuXian off the earth with just his eyes.

“Master Lan, Zewu-Jun. I’ve come to request permission to court Lan WangJi.”

“He won’t have you,” Lan QiRen sniffs. “My nephew has taste.”

Lan XiChen’s smile twitches—practically gut busting laughter for a Lan. “You have mine. WangJi rather likes you.”

“You don’t have mine. Lan WangJi won’t be tainted by your… demonic methods.”

Wei WuXian very nearly sticks his tongue out. Instead, his mouth cuts a knife-like smile. “We’ll see about that.”

*

“Why do you need to go to Cloud Recesses now? Weren’t you just there?” Jiang Cheng grumbles. “It’d be faster if you flew, you know.”

“Ah, but Jiang Cheng, then how would I know how our people are recovering, if I don’t walk among them?” Wei WuXian asks, cheerfully twirling Chenqing.

“If this is literally only because you want to bother Lan WangJi, I’ll kick your ass.”

“A-Cheng,” Jiang YanLi scolds, coming up behind him. “A-Xian is going to properly court the Second Master Lan.”

“SHIJIE,” Wei WuXian shrieks, as Jiang Cheng yells, “HE’S WHAT?”

When he told his sister of his intentions, he really hadn’t meant it to reach Jiang Cheng’s ears.

His brother is gripping his robes, ready to shake him, when Jiang YanLi quells them with a look. “Let him follow his heart, A-Cheng,” she says, a smile breaking across her lips.

It shuts both of them up, allowing Wei WuXian a quick escape.

He takes his time traveling to Cloud Recesses, stopping to check in with the people of Lotus Pier as he goes. In the evenings, by the light of a campfire he whittles.

The disciple keeping the gate at Cloud Recesses looks displeased to see him, but lets him in anyway, probably on Lan XiChen’s orders.

“Lan Zhannnnnn,” he sing-songs along the path, his stomach suddenly churning with nerves.

It’s not the name as much as the volume that he knows will summon Lan WangJi. There is no yelling allowed in Cloud Recesses.

“Wei Ying?”

Wei WuXian spins. “Ah, Lan Zhan! There you are!”

Lan WangJi inclines his head.

Clearly, he wants to know what the hell Wei WuXian is doing here, raising a ruckus.

“I’m here to—” he starts, and for the first time in his life, words fail him. He stumbles over his own tongue. “Sect business! For Jiang Cheng! Yep.”

That is the opposite of what he’s trying to do, what the hell?

“Sect business,” Lan WangJi repeats. His tone doesn’t change, but Wei WuXian can sense his doubt.

“Yes! But I wanted to see you first, Lan Zhan, cause uhhhhhh… to give you this!”

He digs through the pocket in his sleeve and produces the rabbit he’d carved on the way over. His hands are clammy as he holds it out to Lan WangJi, and he nearly drops it.

“You like rabbits, right?”

Lan WangJi takes the little rabbit with gentle fingers, brushing against Wei WuXian’s palm and causing him to jolt.

“Mn,” Lan WangJi gives him a searching look that nearly stops Wei WuXian’s heart. “Thank you, Wei Ying.”

“Ahahaha no problem, Lan Zhan,” he laughs to hide his nerves. “Gotta go now, bye!”

He sprints off like his life depends on it, a befuddled Lan WangJi staring after him.

Wei WuXian needs a better plan, stat.

*

“WangJi, something has arrived for you from Lotus Pier,” Lan XiChen says, not bothering to hide his mirth.

Lan WangJi gives him a flat look.

Lan XiChen slides it across the table to him. “Open it, I think it’s from Young Master Wei.”

The package is sloppily wrapped, but Lan WangJi unwraps it with care. There’s a note on top, which he reads first.

It is, in fact from Wei WuXian.

Inside is a creation of Wei WuXian’s own making, a box that supposedly makes its own music. Thinking of the carved wooden rabbit, Lan WangJi suppresses a smile and gives the handle on the side of the box a careful turn.

Immediately, it blows up.

Lan XiChen throws a pitcher of water on the front of his robes, outright laughing. “That was very thoughtful of him. Too bad.”

“Mn.”

Lan WangJi keeps the burnt mess anyway.

*

Night hunting should be a good choice. After the music box debacle, he’s got to make it up to Lan WangJi.

Wei WuXian doesn’t even have to really do anything—Lan WangJi will protect him even if he chats his ear off and doesn’t do a single thing.

“Shijie is going to marry that peacock, Lan Zhan,” he laments, swinging Chengqing around as if he actually has an intention to use it. “He’s not good enough for her.”

Lan WangJi doesn’t comment on that, but he’s definitely listening.

Wei WuXian’s new plan is to… well… he doesn’t have a new plan but he wants to spend time with Lan WangJi so here they are.

“Lan Zhan, do you think—” his foot catches and he goes tumbling right into the stream they’d been walking along.

Lan WangJi hauls him out immediately. “Wei Ying.”

“I’m okay,” Wei WuXian pouts. He really can’t win with this, can he?

“We should go back.”

“It’s finneeee Lan Zhan, I’m just a little wet,” Wei WuXian promises around chattering teeth.

It’s truly ridiculous that he gets cold so easily now, without his golden core. He’ll have to ask Wen Qing for something to combat it next time he sees her.

Fingers close around his wrist and start tugging him along.

“Aiya, Lan Zhan! I said I was fine!”

Having to leave a night hunt early because he might catch a cold? How embarrassing. Jiang Cheng will never let him live this down.

Lan WangJi giving him dry robes and playing the guqin just for him, however, isn’t so bad.

*

The failed attempts at courting go on for months, until Wei WuXian scales the walls of Cloud Recesses one too many times.

“Wei Ying. What are you doing.”

Of course Lan WangJi is right there. His psychic ability to detect Wei WuXian’s nonsense has only become more honed.

“Oh uh. Hi Lan Zhan. I’m visiting, obviously!” Wei WuXian laughs, despite the nerves coiling in his gut.

Lan WangJi hasn’t banished him yet, but he always feels like he’s walking a fine line.

He gets a blank look. “Wei Ying.”

“Whaatttttt, Lan Zhan? I answered your question.”

Lan WangJi sighs. It’s a testament to how much time Wei WuXian has spent with him that he can even pick out this nearly imperceptible gesture.

“What are you doing?” The emphasis makes Wei WuXian’s heart freeze in his chest.

So Lan WangJi has noticed Wei WuXian’s attempts at flirting with him. Is he about to get scolded? Or rejected? Wei WuXian doesn’t think his heart could take that.

“Ah. Hmm. So you see…” he waffles, unable to look Lan WangJi in the face.

His cheeks feel hot—his usually thick face abandoning him in his time of need. He’s Wei WuXian, known for being shameless. He can’t be blushing like this!

A palm, solid and warm, cups his cheek and lifts his head gently.

“Lan Zhannnn,” he whines pathetically as he finds himself staring into depthless golden eyes.

There’s a hesitance there that’s unfamiliar. Lan WangJi is self-assured—rarely faltering no matter what he’s faced with. This is strange.

“What are… Wei Ying’s feelings?”

Wei WuXian’s mind goes blank. He’s definitely gaping at Lan WangJi, which is not a good look on him but he just can’t help it.

“Lan Zhan, I’ve been courting you this entire time, haven’t you noticed?” he blurts.

“Mn. Have noticed,” Lan WangJi answers.

“Oh.”

“Would like to court Wei Ying in return.”

Wei WuXian stares. “Even though I did a horrible job and things literally blew up in your face?”

“Mn.”

“Even though I’m annoying?”

“Wei Ying is not annoying.”

Wei WuXian feels as if his heart might burst. Lan WangJi’s steady hand on his cheek gives him the courage to ask one last question.

“Even… even if I no longer have my golden core?” he whispers.

Lan WangJi’s eyes widen in shock, but the answer comes without hesitation. “Even without.”

“Ahhh Lan Zhan, then you won’t ever be rid of me,” Wei WuXian laughs shakily.

Lan WangJi’s chest is so inviting, and he has no shame in leaning on him when his own legs are turning traitor.

“Want Wei Ying.”

“Oh good,” Wei WuXian sighs. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Lan WangJi’s answer is the warm press of lips against his, and the beginning of the rest of his life.

[ofmikaelsonshope]

Five years, her daughter was been on this Earth. The Christmas lights twinkling as a small child plays with new toys under a Christmas tree. The twenty-three-year-old had her own place for about three years now, Addy learned how to climb trees outside in the backyard and had her first slumber party with Eliza under the stars last summer where Hope made sure they had more fun than just the babysitting that Katherine’s nanny, Casie gives Addy and Eliza normally. Hope found herself a little job at a baker that she does two times a week to give Eliza and Addy some friend time without Hope hovering like a worried parent. Klaus had dropped off a car full of gifts, no one knows he has a daughter as no one remembers her but him. Addy had new toys and Hope had actual food in the fridge that wasn’t just enough for her daughter. It is a relief when her dad showed up when Addy was two years old, the house only really having a small amount for Addy at the time but he threw money around and made it home.

Holidays are hard for her, she can’t swallow down the wonder of what her friends are doing this year and what gifts they got and from who. Hope would find out later when she heads to the Grill when her father shows up and listen to her friends talk about everything. Once a month, the super squad gets together and has breakfast, Hope had joined in by sitting far away eating breakfast by herself listening to them talk even if it hurts when they are done eating and say goodbyes. 

❝Addy,❞ Hope says setting her coffee cup down onto the coffee table. When the green-eyed child finally can break her attention from the brand new doll, Hope tells her. ❝When grandpa comes by tomorrow, you need to thank him.❞

A soft whine of displeasure at her mother’s request, ❝I know mommy.❞ As if she can’t remember to use manners. It was more annoying her mother always reminding her when she knows it all by now. 

Raising a leader was hard work because Hope holds out hope in being able to go home someday and when that day comes, Addy won’t be like Eliza because the daughter of the Alpha is a big role and it is one she needs to be taught into from day one. Hope remembers sitting in meetings with her mother once a month coloring a picture and always found it amazing how her mother could take control of a crowd full of screaming wolves without raising her voice. I want to be just like her when I grow up. How far she fell from grace when some 90 some year old vampire murders her mother. Getting up, placing a kiss to her daughter’s hair before going to the kitchen. Flour, eggs, and milk on the counter, pan on the stove and pam. Four pancakes are done when the doorbell rings and magic shuts things off as her daughter goes to hid in another room (she assumes) like always when a doorbell rings in case, it was someone dangerous. A magical signal down pat between the two of them to know if Addy was safe to come out. 

Only she smells something before her mother and is hiding behind a couch this time and that will be a trouble later. Addy sits down, back leaning against the couch listening.

Door comes swinging open and Hope feels the house shake firmly once at who it was, a few glass items crack but a magical fix will save. ❝Landon?❞

❝Hope? Hope Andrea Mikaelson...❞ All the images pieced together when he died the last time and suddenly his mind was an open book. It was what he was going for each time he died, hoping to uncover the mystery girl. No one could prepare him for knowing what his name sounded like on her lips during sex, no one could prepare him for knowing the sound of her in pain when he died the first time came to his ears either and it made him keep going to search for this one that he swears he knows just never knew how. How he had shared a Milkshake with her. Peanut butter blast, whipped cream on the bottom. His words to her when he would serve her at the grill. How she had flirted back and the way it felt to dance with her the first time. A box of cookies from Lizzie, who had demanded to be present in some way (because she knew for a long time someone was missing, knew her name but sided with her twin figuring the tribrid was dead). 

Fuck, just fuck. She has no words for this moment but a silent nod, knowing he wouldn’t go away as she lets him inside her home.  ❝Ignore the mess.❞ It was messy but it was toys from a child, something she certainly hadn’t had before because Landon would have noticed.

Stepping inside, Landon feels like his heart drops to his stomach seeing all of the toys and the smell of baked food hitting the air. ❝I could come back later. It’s a holi...❞ He is interrupted with a quick no from a tribrid.

Small fourthbred jumping from behind the couch, wild dark hair running toward a phoenix and nearly knocking him onto his ass in shock. Magic calls family, phoenix father can be smelled on his skin and she was too excited to wait for her mother to call her out of hiding. 

Landon is shocked, unable to figure it out until he catches it, a scent that only he would know 9okay others might know it as well). His blood, his..fuck. He finds blue eyes and with the tears that are in a tribrid’s eyes, it is enough of an answer. ❝I’m staying.❞ For his daughter, for his life and well, promising Josie to help her run the boarding school was only when he didn’t have a child out there. ❝If you let me.❞ A Christmas miracle to finally find family even if the anger is so deep at himself and her for missing everything. Did she know when she jumped into Malivore? Did she know when she got out of Malivore and left town after getting a peanut butter blast from him? Had she even tried to lift the curse of wiped memories from everyone’s mind? So many questions.

Pancakes, cookies, light chatting with his daughter leads him to end up playing tea party with a crown on his head and fake tea water in his cup. Adelina, he learned was her name but she goes by Addy. This child was like her mother, knew how to play people to get what she wants with batted eyelashes and a pouty lip that makes him melt. How could he tell her now? It’s finding out that grandpa Klau was alive and many questions just keep adding up and nothing in his favor.

Around two, for a child-like her a nap was needed after such a fun day. How Addy climbs into her mother’s arms, the soothing voice of tribrid whispering stories about her friends. Landon listening in from the door and it was like this tribrid had always been born to be a mother. How nature it was for her to slipe away once green eyes closed for good for a few hours

In the kitchen, talking about everything that was Addy besides what happened, where his daughter was born or what time of day. Anything deep about the first few hours of Addy’s life was shut down with changing to talk about Addy now. Landon missed everything from the first kick to seeing his child take her first breath of air.

❝I missed everything,❞ Landon whispers, green eyes finding the table that was cleaned of their plates. ❝I’m...sorry.❞

Sorry doesn’t make up for it but then again, it isn’t his fault. Reaching out to touch his face like she once did only for him to wince at the contact, ❝Was just going to show you.❞

Regret happens the moment the images of coldness, wet, how fingers shook the whole time that the minute old infant was being laid on her mother’s chest and from his view all he can see is a perfect shot of her face. The body of the baby so thin and when he noticed a tribrid’s fingers, legs, everything really felt like she was too thin, too cold, too along in this world. How he watched through Hope’s eyes as blood coats her thighs, the old cabin’s floor and he got to see the moment the lights went out for her with a newborn crying out into the early morning hours for her mother.

How when Hope woke it was a burning fire in her belly and a small nick of her daughter’s finger helped for a second of relief. How magic kept them warmer after that. He watched in horror what his child did to the tribrid, how she went from living to die because of him not wearing a condom one time. How much love was there and then he sees hope witih Elena? He had met Elena several times over the years but the one that saved his child and the mother of the child was not Elena Gilbert by any means.

By the time that Hope pulled away and let images fade, they both are crying. Maybe in a different life, their daughter would have been born healthy and strong and she wouldn’t have died. Maybe if he had fought harder to get his memories back he would have been there to hold his child and keep her warm.

Not a Merry Christmas but then again, when was it ever?

[loverscreation]

4- FIRST CHRISTMAS

YOOOO This took so long! For that I'm sorry, but know I have a lot of stuff on the way and it's going to be nonstop until November! Hope you enjoy <3

I paused before the double doors to gather my nervous thoughts. Hello, Dolly! aside, this was our first proper reunion since we started going steady. And it was Christmas night. The thoughts of gift exchanging was put out of the picture early as I had no money to afford gifts to share in return, though I still feared the idea of rule breakers to grow my guilt. 

A breeze rolled by, causing me to tighten the coat around my form with my free hand. The other hand held a plate of promised peanut butter cookies. With every added second spent out here I risked freezing. the air back home on the west coast could not bite this hard.

I knocked on one of the doors and waited for a good few seconds before someone opened it. Standing before me was Sister Imperator. 

“Hi! I'm Alys, I was invited over by The Second,” I informed her with a kind smile. No matter how hard I tried to stand still, I resembled a Chihuahua with how heavily I was shivering.

Imperator moved aside to let me in the delightful warmth. “Come in, come in! You must be freezing, you poor thing.” 

A weak chuckle left my lips as I entered the church, immediately being soothed by the temperature “Thank you, Sister. It's nice to meet you!” Creating a gap in the plastic wrap protecting the plate, I offered her a cookie. There was one for everyone.

After shutting the door, she took the treat and gave me a gracious nod in return. “It's nice to meet you as well, I've heard many good things about you.” I looked away shyly and hooked a piece of hair behind my ears. 

“He should be in his study just down the hall. It's the fourth door on the left,” she instructed. A naturally shaking finger pointed me down a rather dark hallway with blue tinted lights hung along the walls. Festive touch aside, there was no way the place wasn't haunted.

My stomach twisted about in excitement. “Again, thank you. I'm sure I'll see you again tonight?” She gave me a nod of confirmation before sending me on my way. 

With my destination in front of me, I let out a deep breath to calm myself and tapped upon the door.

“Come in,” his voice came through. 

Doing as instructed, I entered with a large grin and shut the door behind me. “Merry Christmas! I brought cookies if you’d like one?” 

He slid his chair out and patted his lap. “Come here, darling.” 

Without hesitation, I practically skipped to him. His legs supported my weight nicely and his arm hooking around my waist added extra comfort. A treat was snagged from the plate, followed by a hum of approval. 

“An excellent baker. Is there anything you cannot do?” 

My eyes rolled so hard I feared they may fall out of my head. “You flirt,” I snorted. 

No doubt my reaction was considered success to him. “So tell me, how was your family dinner? If I am not mistaken, you were dreading it.” He gave me an expectant look, showing me he was willing to listen to whatever I may have to say about the matter. 

“It sucked, like always. The political comments mixed with being the only one without their partner there made me want to leave so badly.” A nervous chuckle escaped me as I raised my eyebrows. 

A hum of disapproval reverberated from The Second. “Let Papa make it all better. You once told me you wished to sit by my fireplace in my arms, yes?” There was not a single complaint from me, only a smile. He remembered. “Let it be reality. I will stoke the fire, you pick out a blanket. And would you please dim the lights for me while you are at it, darling?”

I shot up for his lap and he soon stood with considerably less energy. A few blankets rested on his bed, making a good selection to choose from. In the end, I picked the black throw blanket. The fluffy texture won me over. 

Before anything, I knew I had to make myself comfortable. Shedding my jacket and shoes, I placed them by the door. The blanket took the entire span of my hold as I carried it to the chaise lounge directly across from the fireplace. 

He peeked over his shoulder. “Ah, an excellent choice,” he commented. I giggled and spread the cover over the elongated chair. 

A moment later, the satanic figure joined me. He took the spot closest to the armrest, legs spread out on the seat. Once comfortable, he opened his arms in my direction. 

Though my shy nature was no secret, I tried not to hesitate while I crawled up his legs. My body lowered onto his and I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck. The smell of his aftershave hit my senses in calming waves.

A large hand gently rubbed my back, smoothing away the remaining tension of my muscles. If only every day was this peaceful.

“I am glad you made it,” he whispered into my hair. Just the statement alone unleashed shivers through my being. Words of appreciation were spread thin in my circle these days, but he never fell short of filling the gaps. 

My lips curled into a smile and parted, emitting a relaxed sigh. “There is no way I’d miss an evening with you.” 

His free hand curled under my chin, lifting my face back into view. Only an inch stood between us. With a racing heart, I tried to recall any other time our lips had been so close. My memory came up empty. 

“Dinner is ready,” called the muffled voice of Sister Imperator. 

The Second frowned deeply. “We will be right there, Sister.” He removed his hand from my chin. “Up you go.”

I obediently followed his words, reluctantly pulling myself from his warm embrace. To keep myself from awkwardly shifting, I strolled to his desk to retrieve my cookies. 

The two of us joined the family in the dining room. A rather long table with a feast placed upon it awaited our arrival. I gaped at the sight, frozen in the doorway. No restaurant could even touch tonight’s menu- and to think I only brought a small plate of sweets.

The Third cleared his throat rather dramatically to gain my attention. That smirk wreaked of mischief.

“What did you do?” The question was out of my mouth before I could stop it. 

“Well, dear Alys, look above you and find out.” He twirled a gloved index finger, the tip landing to point upwards at the end of the loop.

Dark green leaves that came to multiple points, accompanied by fake red berries. It was tied to a hook by a matching red bow.

Heat ran to my face and I gazed at The Third with helpless eyes. “You didn’t...”

“Oh, but I did. Now onto tradition!” His hand gave us a hurrying motion before he crossed his arms over his chest.

My hazel eyes of shock snapped to my lover. For once, displeasure didn’t plague his features at his brother’s antics. He wanted this. The thought of him wanting to kiss me was something I couldn’t fathom, but the truth couldn’t be mistaken.

He took the lead, resting a hand on my lower back and urging me closer. In no way would I resist. Only an inch separated us and I lifted onto my tiptoes to help close the height gap. He leaned forward.

His mustache tickled my skin as his soft lips captured mine. With my eyes fluttering closed, I cupped his cheeks and he held my waist. The kiss ended too quickly for my liking, but his family shouldn’t witness any more than they had already.

I snickered nervously as we parted. Never had I thought our first kiss would happen like this, but who was I to complain? Smiles seemed to be shared by everyone present, but The Third looked all too smug with himself. The youngest brother turned to us with a flourished swing of his arms, spreading his wingspan in his proud moment. His victory came in a heavily cocky silence.

The moment broke as I stepped away from the doorway, settling at the table with the rest of the family. On my right sat my sweetheart, and his father to my left. Sister Imperator worked at making sure everyone had been served to their liking.

However, my focus didn’t concentrate on the food. “This may be a weird question, but why do you celebrate Christmas like this?” I gained their eyes. “I mean, this is the Christian adaptation of the holiday.”

“Mockery more than anything,” spoke the ever quiet eldest brother. “As I assume you know, Christmas came from the origin of the winter solstice- A pagan ritual.” I nodded. “We do put our twists to it, taking the commercialized holiday from the captures themselves.”

I softly snickered into my hand. “You’re outdoing Christians at their own game. I love that!”

“This does raise the question, however. What is it that you believe in?” This question was due to come up at some point, considering I decided to see a satanic pope in a widely Christian country. 

“I consider myself spiritual more than religious,” I answered simply. “Whatever higher power is out there or what happens when you die is beyond me, but I do believe in what I’ve seen. Things like spirits and energy.”

The First took a liking to this answer. His gaze stopped shifting between his food and I, his piercing stare giving itself to me fully. “And do you have a spiritual practice?”

The response delayed this time, embarrassment flooding my cheeks. “Sort of, but it’s not solid. I mostly do research out of interest, and my family and I do what we can to protect ourselves.”

“Hm. A more neutral approach, then. Perhaps- if you get curious- I could teach you a thing or two from my own practice.” Was that the start of a smile I saw? “There is no better method of research than to learn from the source itself.”

This offer baffled me. "I would love to do that! Thank you!" 

The table went silent for a moment, though not in any sort of discomfort. Mouths were being filled with delicious food, relaxation being shared through the air. Small bouts of conversation sprouted up and died down naturally. 

While I mostly kept to myself and stuck to listening, a hand snuck onto my thigh. I looked beside me to my Papa. His eyes were already on me. 

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I nodded. "What is your opinion of my family, now that you've gotten to see them for what they are?" 

I looked around at every member of the table before gazing at him once more. "I like them. They make me feel right at home, and they seem to like me, I think." 

The hint of a smile traced his lips. "It pleases me to hear this." 

A smile of my own formed and I put a hand on top of his own. 

Once the meal drew to a close, most of the men took off to pull out presents. However, I stayed behind with Sister Imperator and The First to clean up. 

"Such a doll," commented the Sister, "no wonder you've been the new family buzz." 

I blushed as I made my way to the sink with her. "You all are way too nice to me, I swear!" 

She shook her head like a mother would. "Nonsense! You're something special for The Second to hold onto you, you know."  

The First handed me dishes to clean and I did so as efficiently as I could. They were handed off to Imperator to dry and tuck away. While I enjoyed helping, the magic of Christmas lies in the company by the tree. 

"What's it like to live here?" I shifted my attention between the dishes and Imperator. 

She hummed a bit. "It depends on the church. You see, The Second is the only one that truly lives in this church. Our family is scattered." 

"How so?" 

"Papa Nihil, The First, and I run the home church in Italy. The Second, here in New York. And The Third in England." While she said it factually, no thrill coated her tone. 

My eyebrows knitted together softly. "Must be hard." 

"It's quite alright, dear. Such is the life of the busy," she responded softly. 

Before we knew it, the sinks were empty. Imperator rested a cold hand on my lower back and led me out with The First. 

Across the way in the recreational space sat a glorious tree with many gifts underneath, all wrapped with care. I took my usual spot by my partner and he gazed down at me with soft eyes. I returned the silently given love before turning my fixation to the activities. 

"Mine first-" announced the youngest brother as he shot up from the couch. He all but bounced to the tree and a number of gifts were passed about. 

However, his head dropped a bit and he shuffled my way. I raised my eyebrow as he smiled sheepishly. "I know you said you didn't want any gifts, but these called your name." 

The box was handing off to me. It wasn't too large, though with a bit of weight, and the wrapping was a beautiful muted red pattern. I tilted my head in curiosity. I ripped away at the paper and he lifted the top. 

Three different types of polished crystals lay on their padding, identification cards on top of them. Amethyst, black tourmaline, and rose quartz. "Holy shit," I breathed and reached in. 

My fingers traced over the smooth textures. A hot tingling pricked my nose, though I wouldn't let tears form when I looked up at him. "Thank you so much, I-" I shook my head a bit "-I don't know what to say." 

The Third's grin returned, his arm pulling me into his side for a hug of gratitude after I set the box down. "I am glad you like them, however, I must take my leave. The lady awaits!" 

Hs partner was mentioned in my text conversations with The Second. Jehanna, a fellow sister taking a holiday vacation with her Papa. I've heard many good things about their relationship.

"Tell her I said hi," I beamed. With a nod and farwell, he was out the door in the blink of an eye. He must be excited. 

A large hand caressed my lower back. "I could not resist," murmured The Second. He held a small container in front of me. 

With a glance of hesitancy thrown his way, I took it. Whatever he could think to get me was lost on my mind. 

I opened the container to see a ring. No, not one for engagement, but a gorgeous emerald accessory. My heart almost stopped. 

"Babe," I called out softly, "you shouldn't have-" A tight hug was shared between us. 

He whispered in my ear. "Now you have a piece of me whenever we part."

He pulled it from its enclosure and cradled my right hand. He slid it onto my index finger for a perfect fit. 

A smile traced my lips. "It's beautiful. Thank you." Now that it's been done before, I lifted onto my tip toes and pecked his lips. 

That brought a smile to his face, though he was quick to move on.

Thoughtful items and thanks were passed about. As much as I wanted to stay around and bask in the good company, I knew I had to return to the hotel room The Second rented out for me. My flight back to Oregon would take off early that morning.

My hand slid into The Second's hand, the other one rested on top. Turning his head, he gave me his attention.

"It's getting late," my voice trailed off.

A moment passed before he looked away and nodded. "Let us get a driver ready for you."

The two of us searched the place, soon finding a sister on duty for driving. I stood before the door, turning back to him.

"Thank you, for everything. You've all given me the best night I could ask for."

We shared another kiss, this one more meaningful. Slowly, we parted, yet our faces remained an inch apart. Our eyes locked. I missed him already. The look in his eyes assured me he thought the same.

He pecked my lips before straightened himself back up. "Be safe, and message me when you arrive.

I nodded and hurried to the car.

[pinkstarbeam]

Plance Transfer student AU

The Holt’s had hosted a transfer student before back during Matt’s senior year, that’s how the family came to know Takashi Shirogane, or Shiro as he liked to be called

Come Pidge’s junior year her parents told her the news that or his senior school year they would be housing a Cuban transfer student named Lance

Pidge didn’t really think anything of this, as long as he didn’t touch her stuff they would probably get along just fine

Come pick up day Pidge stood next to her best friend Hunk who had asked to tag along since Lance would be in his class

“What do you think he’s like? Do you think he is fluent in english? What if he’s rude!? What if-”

“Hunk relax, i’m sure he’s just as nervous as you are.”

“You’re not nervous?”

“Kinda? it’ll just be nice to have someone my age in the house again since Matt left for college.”

As they continued to talk Pidge heard her Dad call out the transfer students name and watched as a admittedly beautiful guy hurried over to them

How were his teeth so white and straight? What was he a colgate model? and he had to be wearing contacts nobody’s were that blue!

“Pidge!” Hunk elbowed her

Pidge came back to earth blinking as she quickly realized she had been staring 

Didn’t help Lance or whatever his name was had a sly smirk on his face

“Lance this is my daughter Katie and her friend Hunk.” Her dad introduced them “Katie likes to go by Pidge though.”

Lance extended his hand to Pidge “It’s nice to meet you, I look forward to the school year.” he spoke clear english, but had a clear accent 

Pidge shook it and Hunk did afterwards

Soon the Holt’s and Lance arrived at their house and while her parents showed Lance the guest room Pidge went to her room and flopped on her bed next to bae bae

“This is gonna be a long school year,”

The next day was the first day of school and since Pidge was in charge of showing him around and helping him out at school she had to endure all the stares and flirting

If Lance told one more girl her eyes were his favorite color she was gonna puke

They finally arrived back at the start

“Okay, now you have my number so if you can’t fine someone to help you just text me.”

“Pidge come on, i’m nearly 18, I got this.”

He didn’t, He texted Pidge five minute after they separated because he couldn’t find his homeroom

Come lunch Pidge softly smushed her face into Keith’s shoulder, her other best friend

“Long day Holt?”

“You don’t know that half of it Kogane.”

“So I take it the new kid is who is living under your roof this year?”

Pidge nodded as she moved back so she could steal a carrot off his tray

“He’s...Something.”

“You can say that again.”

Next thing the two knew Hunk appeared with Lance beside him, Lance looking rather displeased at Keith’s existence 

“Mind if we sit?” Hunk asked

Both nodded and the other two joined them though Lance wouldn’t even spare Keith a glance

“What is this?” Lance as looking down at his plastic wrapped sub

“Oof you grabbed the tuna salad...” Hunk said and both Keith and Pidge mentally pressed F to pay respect

“Is it bad?” he asked

“Let’s just say the last kid that ate it was out sick for a week.”

Yeah Pidge had never seen a kid throw food away in his life 

“Here.” she handed him her bag of chips which he gladly took

Over the next few week Pidge and Lance began to actually get along and even hung our regularly with Hunk and Keith

The evening of Halloween Lance even dressed up as Frankenstein’s monster so he and pidge matched

Come Christmas Lance (with her mother’s help) made a traditional Cuban Christmas dinner

Matt and Lance were like a horrible meme nightmare together and Pidge was thankful his girlfriend was cool to hang out with

Present wise Pidge got Lance a figher pilot jacket which quickly came apart of his everyday look and Lance got Pidge a video game they coudl play together since they had bonded over them the most

On new years eve Pidge stood outside watching fireworks explode whilst a slightly tipsy Lance leaned against her

“Lance get off, if you’re tired go lay on Keith’s couch.”

“Quiero estar contigo..”

“Lance we both know I don’t know Spanish.”

He just grumbled and moved so he was hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her head

sighing pidge let him stay there as they counted down the minute to  new years when something unexpected happened

as pidge yelled 0 to herself she suddenly felt lips connect with her own

She wanted to chew Lance out but he has passes out after the kiss, how convenient for him

Pidge didn’t tell Lance or anyone for that matter what happened that night, not like it would matter, Lance had a crush on Allura, a girl in his grade who honestly was a walking goddess 

As time went on Lance noticed Pidge was distancing herself, however here recently he had got on Allura’s good side was hanging out with her

“Is Pidge mad at me?” Lance asked Hunk

“She hasn’t mentioned anything? Why?”

“She barely talks to be anymore and at home she hides in her room.”

“Well spring break is coming up so maybe try to ask her to hang out then?”

And so he did

But Pidge seemed one step ahead with an excuse

However his chance came the last day of break because it was also Pidge’s 17 birthday meaning she couldn’t hide

The morning came early as Pidge’s parents followed by Lance came in carrying a plate of peanut butter pancakes and singing happy birthday 

Pidge, though half asleep, took the breakfast thanking them

“After you eat get dressed and we’ll head into town okay?”

she just nodded too tired to argue as she rubbed her eyes

Lance stayed in the room after her parents left “Any idea what you want to do today?”

“Why do you care?” Pidge asked as she ate her pancakes

Lance felt his irritation from the last few weeks rising “Because i’m your friend or I thought I was.”

Pidge just rolled her eyes “Oh please. the minute Allura texts you i’ll be invisible to you again, now please go away so I can eat in peace.”

grumbling Lance left the room, but he sat and thought about what she said

Was Pidge...Jealous of Allura? But, why? She didn’t like him that way...right?

The ride into town was awkward as Lance fought every urge to even just look at Pidge

arriving at the mall Pidge’s parents gave her $100 to spend on what she wanted and told the two o them to meet them back the front by noon

After they separated Lance pulled Pidge to the side “Are you jealous of Allura?”

“Excuse me?”

“Earlier you mentioned Allura, why?”

“Am I not allowed to talk about your crush?”

Lance’s cheeks burned as he looked away “Just answer my question.”

“No i’m not jealous of Allura.” she lied

“Then why bring her up?”

“i’m leaving.” Pidge walked off “Don’t follow me.”

Lance sighed as he slumped against the wall

A familiar voice caught his ear

Allura had just walked in the mall and Lance immediately realized what Pidge meant by invisible to him because when Allura asked why e was there it took him a minute to remember he was there for Pidge

He was the worst friend ever

“Lance it’s okay, i’ll help you find her okay?” Allura offered

Lance nodded still feeling guilty

As they walked Lance noticed Pidge’s backpack at a table in the arcade and quickly hurried in calling for her

He seen a crowd of people and headed over to see they were around a DDR machine where low and behold Pidge was dancing along die Keith of all people

except something hit him hard

Pidge was laughing as she hung out with Keith

And that

that made him jealous

he was the jealous one it seemed

When the dance ended Keith was the clear winner as Pidge laughed slumping against the bar

“That’s the last time you pick the song Kogane.”

“Gotta have you exercise somehow.”

“Hey I exercise!”

“Your fingers on your keyboard as you code don’t count Katie.”

Katie...He called her by her real name

Lance cleared his throat and Pidge looked over groaning before spotting Allura and her eyes darkening a bit

“Want a turn?” Keith asked

“Actually I was looking for Pidge, come on Pidge.”

“You’re not my babysitter Lance..”

Allura stepped forward “If I may..Pidge Lance has been looking for you for the last ten minutes.”

“And I told him not to.”

Keith sighed feeling annoyed and took Pidge’s hand pulling her along “Let’s talk about this without so many eyes and ears, you guys are making a scene.”

Soon they were in the arcade’s backroom seeing as Keith worked there

“Now what’s going on?” Keith asked

“Lance thinks i’m jealous of Allura.”

Allura looked confused “of me? Why?”

Lance explained the mention of her earlier this morning

“Pidge do you think Lance favors me over you?”

“I mean he does have a crush on you.”

Lance’s face paled as Pidge realized she had outted him

“Oh..So you have a crush on him?”

Pidge’s face went bright red “I didn’t say that!”

“But if he likes me and you’re upset he puts me over you then-”

“I’m leaving!” Pidge quickly tried to leave but Keith blocked her way

“Pidge just answer the question. Do you like Lance?”

Pidge looked to Lance and then to Allura before looking to the ground and sighing “Even if I do it doesn’t matter, like I said he likes Allura. Now can I go now, this is turning into the worst birthday ever.”

“You like me?” Lance asked

“I..” she sighed “You were tipsy and kissed me on new years eve.” she instinctively held keith back “when you didn’t remember I knew it was an accident, but after that I started to feel weird, especially when you brought up Allura or other girls..”

“Oh God..Pidge i’m-”

“Save it...Keith.”

Keith moved and let Pidge out but blocked Lance from chasing her

“Keith move!” Lance growled

“She needs space right now Lance, if you keep pushing her like this she is gonna hate you.”

And so come noon Pidge  sat at the front with some stuff she bought as she waited on everyone

she kept telling herself she had a little over a month left and Lance would leave and she could sever ties even though it hurt to think about not talking to him ever again

“Hey.” Lance walked up

she didn’t reply as she sipped her coffee

“So..Allura doesn’t like me that way.”

no response still

“But I think I have a new crush..”

“Don’t pity me McClain..”

“Pidge i’m not pitying you..give me a week to prove to you that i’m serious..”

she sighed “Only because if I don’t agree you’ll drag Hunk into this.”

After dinner that night Pidge and Lance went on a walk, Lance giving Pidge his jacket when she shivered

“You do realize you’re going back to Cuba next month right..’?”

“I do, I just..I like being with you..being near you.”

“..You told me the same thing on new years eve in Spanish, at least I think, I googled what I thought you said.”

“Well drunk Lance had that part right, though I shouldn’t have forced a kiss on you, that was wrong.”

she nodded as she pulled the jacket closer to her “...I didn’t hate it..”

“What?”

“The kiss, I didn’t hate it..”

“..Could I kiss you for real?”

She gave a small nod and the two shared their first kiss under a streetlamp that was turning on above them

The next month was full of cute sappy date things that they squeezed in between studying or final and Lance sending in college applications

However come summer it was time for Lance to return home to Cuba where his family was eagerly awaiting his return

Pidge stood quietly aside Matt and her Mom as she watched her Dad help Lance load his luggage into the family car

Lance looked to Pidge and immediately noticed she was ready to cry the moment nobody was watching

He walked over and pulled her into a tight hug “This isn’t goodbye Katie, I promise.”

tears ran down her face as she hugged him tightly “You better come back you jerk..”

he wiped her eyes before kissing her head “Of course, can’t let Keith beat my DDR score.”

She glared about to say something when Lance knelt and whispered in her ear

“Te amo.”

[cards-onthetable]

I'd ask you to write a March Madness Joble but that feels very American-centric and maybe no one's interested. But if it led to playing a little one-on-one in the Reagan driveway with Looks and heavy breathing and Competitive Flirting and Jamie trying not to push him up against the brick on the side of his father's house maybe people would be interested. 👀👀🏀

Oh, like this?👀👀👀👀👀👀

This is like, Aggressively American so I apologize to all our non-basketball obsessed dumpster members. It’s also a lot of words and I’m kind of mad about it. Consider it an authorized add-on to @ontherockswithsalt‘s highschool!Joble AU and party like it’s 1999.

***

“That was not a foul!”

The loud protest rings out as I cautiously slip inside the Reagans’ back door. “Come on, you’ll let it go when Miami’s hanging off the guy’s back, but you call that?”

I don’t recognize the voice, but Jamie’s reply is unmistakable. “He got him on the arm, Danny!”

“Jamie?” I call. “Hey, I’m here.”

“Who’s that?” Danny demands, but Jamie doesn’t answer him as he appears at the edge of the kitchen.

“Hey, sorry, I knocked but…”

“But it’s a little loud in here,” Jamie shrugs. “Come on in, we’re just watching Purdue give Miami a run for their money. My brother’s here. Hence the yelling.”

I trail him into the living room just as his brother Danny slumps down hopelessly into Mr. Reagan’s usual armchair. “This is so bad. Dammit, Jamie--”

“Not my fault your bracket sucks,” Jamie shrugs. “This is Noble, by the way.”

Danny turns a lazy glance on me. “Oh, that kid Mom was talking about.”

“Uh -- yeah, him,” Jamie confirms. He meets my eyes with a grimace that’s either apologetic or embarrassed, I’m not sure, but it’s damn cute either way.

“Basketball fan?” Danny asks.

“March Madness fan.”

“He’s pissed that Miami isn’t walking away with this game,” Jamie explains.

“I got Miami in the championship!” Danny wails. “Purdue sucks, they’re a ten-seed. This shouldn’t even be a game.”

Jamie rifles through a pile of papers on the coffee table -- his family’s tournament brackets, I realize -- and quickly checks. “No, you have them losing in the Final Four.”

“In my precinct pool, you dummy, the one that matters,” Danny grunts.

I squint at the score in the corner of the grainy screen, where number two-ranked Miami is losing by two. “Well I’ve got Miami in the Final Four too so…”

“So both of you are idiots. Miami doesn’t have the defense to match Purdue’s big guys.” Jamie holds up his own bracket sheet, a smug smirk tugging at his lips. “Go Boilermakers.”

“Lotta game left,” Danny warns him. “Don’t count your chickens, kid.”

Slinging my backpack off my shoulder, I drop onto the couch near Jamie. He does still help me out with Lit class but it’s become more of an afterthought, almost an excuse for the amount of time we’ve been spending together. I’m here once or twice a week, not to mention quiet mornings spent across from each other at our usual library table before class, and other… friendly excuses to hang out whenever they come up.

Danny -- a gruffer, more human contrast to Jamie’s polished parents, his Ivy League sister, the other brother who is apparently just a taller version of Jamie -- turns out to be more entertaining than the game. Purdue is dominating and soon there’s no question about who’ll win.

“You should’ve listened to me,” Jamie shrugs at his brother, who isn’t soothed by the sentiment. “I said when you turned in your bracket…”

“You did not, you’re full of it,” Danny grumbles.

“You know, I bet most people have Miami winning,” I offer. “Nobody thinks a ten will beat a two--”

“Well, not nobody--” Jamie interrupts.

“I didn’t ask you,” I say, shutting him up with a blind elbow to his biceps across the couch. “Who else you got in the Final Four? You could still have a chance.”

Jamie wrenches his arm away and counters with his own elbow. “Well I’m the only one here who got this game right, so maybe you should be asking me.”

I finally lean back against the couch, no longer playfully excluding Jamie from conversation with the angle of my body. “Oh-ho, you got one upset right, better call Sportscenter.”

“My bracket’s better than anyone else’s!” Jamie insists. “My entire Elite Eight is still alive. What about you, Danny?”

“It’s still early,” Danny retorts.

“Yeah, pretty early to have half your teams out--” Jamie ducks, laughing, as Danny pegs a wadded paper towel at him. “Well, you two enjoy watching your brackets die. I’m hungry.”

Taking the paper towel ball and the empty bag of chips from the coffee table, he heads to the kitchen. A moment later, when the game goes to commercial, I follow him.

“He’s just jealous because my bracket has been better than his every year since I was like, ten,” Jamie tells me. “Whenever I could start making informed decisions instead of random guesses.”

I help myself to the other half of the peanut butter sandwich he made. “That wasn’t until you were ten?” I tease.

“Well yeah, I don’t think I really understood the more obscure statistics until then--”

“Oh, my god,” I groan. “Why’m I not surprised?”

“What?” He wonders. “It’s how to do things if you want to win.”

“Stats don’t win games,” I argue. “If they did, there’d be no upsets, the Final Four would be all the one-seeds…”

“No, see, that’s not true. There are other important factors to figure out which team should win any given game, it’s not just win-loss record.”

I shake my head. “You’re the only person I know who can take something fun and make it like, some boring math problem. Your stats only mean so much. What matters is how you actually play.”

Jamie lets out an amused scoff. “That’s what stats are, man. They tell you how you play. A little more specifically than good or bad.”

“There’s no substitute for just playing,” I maintain. “Knowing how someone is on the court. You can’t break that down into a bunch of numbers.”

“Jamie!” Danny yells. “I’m gonna take off. Tell Mom Linda’s working on Sunday so she won’t be at dinner.”

“Okay,” Jamie calls back. “Any miraculous comebacks in there?”

“Can it,” Danny shouts, and the front door slams behind him before Jamie can do more than snicker at his brother’s frustration.

“You play?” he asks me as he turns to replace the jar of jelly in the fridge.

“Play?” I echo.

“Basketball, dude. Do you?”

“Sure.” I don’t, really. I quit organized sports around the time the coaches got serious and started to be pissed at me for dicking around.

“Alright then, let’s go,” he challenges with a flick of his eyebrows. “One-on-one.”

My eyes widen at the challenge. “What’ll I win?”

“That’s the question I should be asking you.”

“You’re not driving my car,” I announce, killing that dream of his before he can bring it up again.

“Sounds like you’re concerned. You know, I was the top three-point shooter by percentage on my eighth grade team.”

“How about you let your game speak for itself.”

“Just want you to know what you’re up against,” he says, an easy smile betraying his confidence. “Let me go change, be right back.”

He heads upstairs and returns quickly, having switched to mesh shorts rather than the jeans he was inexplicably wearing for a casual night in at his own house. Once he’s tied his New Balance tennis shoes he leads the way outside, where a hoop I hadn’t noticed before hangs above the garage door.

“First to eleven baskets wins,” Jamie says. “Jump balls go to the offense. Inbound at that crack right there. Here, you can be on offense first.”

Basketball propped against his hip, he waits at the designated crack in the driveway pavement as I position myself across from him, facing the basket. Then he passes me the ball and bends his knees into a defensive stance. I dribble in place for a moment before I attempt to go around him, only for his long arm to slap the ball away. He manages to grab it and turns to the basket to make an easy layup.

“Oh, so that’s how it is, huh?” I call out.

“Doesn’t have to be,” he smirks. “You could, I don’t know, play a little--”

“Alright, hey, check me the ball, let’s go.”

“One, nothing,” he says, and we start over.

This time I’m more ready for him. With a little momentum towards the basket, I stop short and send up a jump shot before he can adjust. It bounces off the rim and I dash for the rebound, making the second shot I take.

“How’s that for ‘playing a little’?”

“We might have a game here.” Jamie jogs to the inbound line and pushes his hair back off his forehead. “What’s wrong, Sanfino? Nervous?”

“No. For you, maybe.”

I bounce him the ball, expecting him to dribble and set himself up for his play. Instead he immediately flies past me and makes a show of his shot while I can just stand there and watch him score.

“What was that?” he calls as the ball rolls away. “Who’re you scared for?”

“Okay, so that’s how it’s gonna be?”

“How it’s gonna be? What, like a game? I’m not here to bake cookies, man. Get the ball.”

“You get it.”

“I’m winning.”

Brushing past him, I wing out an arm to shove him and then I smack the ball hard against his stomach. “Not for long.”

He’s a better ball handler than I am, but I’m bigger and I’m not afraid to throw my weight around a little bit. Where he pulls out fancy moves, dribbles between his legs and cuts around me to the basket, I just lower my shoulder against his chest and push back, keeping my dribble with the other hand until I’m close enough to turn and shoot. Despite our different styles we’re evenly matched, tied at eight when I have to take a time-out.

Jamie sends a confused frown my way as his chest heaves with a deep breath. “‘S wrong?”

“Lemme get some water,” I say, swiping at my sweaty forehead with the hem of my t-shirt.

“Hurry up, we gotta finish before my parents get home and park in front of the hoop. Whoa, unless that’s your whole strategy--”

“Strategy?”

“Put it off long enough that we can’t finish, and therefore you can’t lose.”

“Big talk from a guy who’s not actually winning,” I remind him with a teasing grin.

He body-checks me as we both go for the kitchen door like he can’t leave the game on the driveway. It’s different seeing him like this, letting loose a little rather than taking everything so seriously. Between that and the physical closeness of him as we play, every nerve in my body is buzzing and it’s kind of distracting. I don’t need the water break so much for the water as to relax myself for a second before I really do lose this game.

We down glasses of water, check the score of the game that’s on in the empty living room, and head back outside. Jamie pulls off his Harvard sweatshirt and his shirt comes up with it, flashing skin I didn’t ask to see. It almost surprises me when he shoves the ball at me and I remember I’m supposed to beating his ass.

“Let’s go!” he urges. “We’re losing daylight here.”

I pass him the ball to start his offense and he pulls another quick move around me to make a ten-foot jumper. Then I promptly miss the same shot, and he shoulders his way underneath me to come up with the rebound. Ducking away to reset, he beats my slow defense once more and I can just catch his point beneath the basket.

“Uh-oh, game point,” he pants, managing a knowing grin. “It’s your last chance, bro. Don’t blow it.”

“I’m not about to blow anything,” I assert. “Quit fucking around, Reagan, and inbound the ball.”

“Oh, he’s serious now, folks,” Jamie narrates to nobody. He takes the ball as I get in position at the line, and he bounces it to me. “Less than a minute left and it’s a two-possession game. Sanfino has the ball--”

Dribbling with my right hand, I turn my back to his defense and drive left to the basket.

“He’s going for the basket,” he continues, his breath hot at my neck as I push against him. “It’s a tough man-to-man defense. Lots of traffic in the lane--”

He’s fucking distracting, his teasing and his hips pressed against my ass stirring something deep in my gut that I try to ignore in my struggle to focus. When I shove off him with a strong push of one arm and turn to shoot, I’m just throwing up a prayer and it bounces hopelessly off the rim.

Jamie pivots and goes for the ball with me close behind. We both get our hands on it, fighting until I yell, “Jump! Jump balls go to the offense,” and rip the ball away. He scrambles to get back on defense but I’m quick enough to make the layup.

“Sanfino makes the layup and it’s getting interesting here in Bay Ridge, folks…”

“Oh, my god, shut up,” I demand, but I can’t help the laugh that escapes my winded chest.

He ducks his face againt a defined shoulder to clear the sweat, and then I pass him the ball. “The shot clock is winding down -- Reagan for the win -- five, four, three--” And he swishes a perfect long jumper, ending it without ever leaving me a chance.

He pumps a triumphant fist and jogs around me to get the ball before it rolls away. “And that,” he declares, “is what happens when you think you can beat the best three-point shooter on the 8th grade Bay Ridge Badgers.”

“Badgers?” I yelp, cracking up. “No way.”

“We only won two games,” Jamie admits. “But I made eighty-three percent of my three-pointers.” He stows the ball in the garage and shuts the side door behind him as he approaches me. “Hey, man, good game. That was fun.”

I accept his outstretched hand and we pull each other into a sweaty back-slapping hug.

“We’ll have to play again sometime, and I won’t let you win.”

“Let me win? Let me?” He shoves me back and heads for the door, grabbing his discarded sweatshirt as he does. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, dude.”

Running a hand through sweaty hair, I stay on the driveway for a beat to let a deep breath and a nice stretch disperse all the jumpy energy flowing through me. And then I follow him into the house.