#in other news i accidentally left my purple shampoo in my hair too long and now there’s a nail purple cast on my blonde hair 😪 my darling

[banglatown]

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[dershloop]

Title: Burning Pile

Words: 2410

Ship: Lava

Warnings: depressive episode, mentions of worthlessness. i wrote this based off od how my own depressive episodes tend to happen/come about so this might not be accurate to everyone so dont start yelling at me if its not "how depression is for you" anyone who says that will be blocked. its more of a comfort fic to get me through the last week of school.

Cole yawned, throwing his bag on the floor and rolling his shoulders, feeling them pop satisfyingly. Finally, he was home. Rubbing his eyes; cracking his neck and feeling his limbs come alive once more. He hated long car rides, they cramped his limps and make him travel sick. That’s the problem being tall and large; the back of cars wasn’t made to accommodate you. Jay kept telling him to learn to drive himself, but he didn’t have the time. Being a ninja was surprisingly hard work, with little time in between to learn to drive. He’d just have to make do.

“Oh Cole, hey dude, forgot you were coming back today,” Jay said, walking into the room, leaning against the counter, a strange look contorting his face, “How’s your dad?”

“Not too bad. Still pretty insistent on me being a good singer. Apparently, I just have to ‘dig deep. Something tells me he’s never going to back off with it,” Cole said with a laugh, Jay laughed, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, “Are you ok man? You seem… I dunno. Off,” Jay’s face fell, his mouth scrunching nervously.

“You’re gonna be so pissed I didn’t tell you but… Kai’s not ok, he-”

“Wait what? What happened, where is he?’ Cole said frantically, his face falling in panic.

“I don’t- I don’t know dude! He’s barely been leaving his room, I don’t think he’s showered all week and I’ve barely seen him eat anything. We’ve tried to give him stuff and made him drink some water but-” Jay didn’t get a chance to finish, Cole pushed past him, dashing to his boyfriend’s room. From what he could gather, this had started a week ago. When he’d left. He hadn’t had a depressive episode in months now; had him leaving been the catalyst for all this? He was sure he’d been careful, he’d texted him every day. Even if they hadn’t called, he hadn’t asked. Besides, his dad didn’t know about them yet, he didn’t want to accidentally come out because of a phone call. Either way, if Kai had been in a bad way he hadn’t seemed like it. Apart from not asking to call, he’d seemed relatively normal. No slow replies. No giving texts. Nothing.

Cole softly knocked on Kai’s bedroom door, though it seemed pointless. No matter the response, he was going in there.

“What?” A hoarse voice called from inside the room. Kai’s hoarse voice. Cole opened the door, staring in awe at the state of the room. It was… messy to say the least. Clothes were scattered across the floor, making it so you couldn't even see the carpet. Mugs and glasses and bowls and plates littered around, just extra obstacles to the already high-staked trek to Kai’s bed.

“I’ve told you guys, leave me alone!” Kai yelled pushing himself up from his flat position on the bed, twisting his head around and staring at Cole, slightly gone out. His face fell when he realised who it was, staring at him solemnly from his position in the doorway.

“You’re back,” He murmured, twisting himself around fully so he was looking at Cole. Properly this time.

“Yeah,” Cole said softly, stepping carefully around the rubble and decay scattered all over the floor, sitting down on Kai’s bed when he finally got to it, “What… What happened?”

Kai shrugged, not looking at Cole. His hair was slicked back, matted to his skull with grease. Pimples beginning to form on his face, the lack of skincare irritating his delicate skin. Cole would be lying if he said he didn’t look gross and smell just as bad, but that didn’t put him off. Obviously, something was wrong, what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn’t do anything.

“I just… started feeling empty. I don’t care about anything and I have no motivation to do anything but… I didn’t want to be a burden, and I knew that if you suspected anything you’d come back so I just played it cool. Half expected one of them to tell you but… I guess they didn’t want you cutting your trip short for me either,” He muttered sadly, still not making eye contact. He couldn't. Not in this state. He was disgusting. His breath stunk like he’d just eaten something that’d been dead for a while and he probably stunk like something that’d been dead for a while too. Despite barely leaving his bed, his face was gaunt, his cheekbones beginning to further protrude, this time to an unhealthy degree and his eye sagging, purple eyebags hanging down as if weighing down his entire soul.

“Oh firefly,” Cole mumbled, opening his arms and wrapping them around Kai’s shoulders and pulling him close, feeling as Kai slowly relaxed into his body, not moving his arms.

“I’m sorry,” Kai said softly into Cole’s chest.

“For what?”

“Not telling you. Lying to you.”

“I don’t care. You have nothing to be sorry for, you weren’t in the right headspace and still aren’t. But I’m home now, so I’ll help you get out of this. Have you been taking your meds?” Cole said, still speaking in hushed tones. He wasn’t 100% sure why, but it seemed to be comforting to him, so he continued doing it.

Kai shook his head slowly, knowing he was about to get lectured.

“Ok, that’d explain a lot. Let’s start with that then,” Cole said simply, standing up and looking down at Kai.

“What?” He said, confused as Cole looked down at him expectantly.

“Come on. I’m taking you to take your medication,” Cole stated, holding out his hand, “If I bring ‘em to you, you’ll not feel any better.” Kai sighed and took his hand, letting his boyfriend’s strong form pull him out of bed. He slumped over slightly, his legs barely able to keep him standing. Letting his arm hang limply, his hand barely holding Coles, they walked out of his room and to the kitchen. He wasn’t 100% sure he was even in the room with him, his mind fuzzing in and out of focus from his surroundings. One moment, he was in the kitchen with his boyfriend. Next, he was in his head, letting his thoughts run wild. The latter was less than ideal; especially without the prescribed dosage of antidepressants in his system; but he didn’t have the energy to care.

“Ok,” Cole said, putting 2 small pills down in front of Kai along with a cup of water, “Take them.” Kai nodded, letting go of Cole’s hand and picked up the tablets, sloppily placing them in his mouth and swallowing them with the cool water. It felt heavenly, rolling down his dry throat and even drier tongue, giving them a new lease of life.

“Better?” Cole said softly, taking Kai’s hand back in his own. Kai shrugged, leaning against Cole and closing his eyes.

“Don’t bother going back to sleep on my arm, there’s more,” Cole continued, firmly but lovingly. Kai knew it was for his own good but… he just wanted to get back in bed. There was an immovable weight on his chest, dragging him down and increasing the effort to keep himself upright. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could actually stay stood up.

“Ok, have you had something to eat today?” Cole asked, taking Kai’s other hand and looking at him softly. Kai nodded, looking back, but not quite meeting Cole’s eyes. His heart twisted with every beat in his chest; his stomach turning in knots. He knew he couldn’t give in and let him go back to bed- he’d never feel better while he’s in this state- but the look in his eyes. It was so… void. So tired. So… emotionless. Yet full of emotion. Twisting and turning. Hurt, anger, sadness and an utter lack of anything positive.

“Ok. In that case, only 2 more things. We’re gonna brush your teeth and shower,” Cole said, Kai’s face falling in desperation. Evidently, he didn’t want to do either of those things; but Cole knew full well that he wouldn’t do it of his own volition.

“Please, firefly. We can watch a movie or something after that. I just… want you to feel better. I’m doing this for your own good. Plus, I’ll help you. I won’t get in the shower with you, but if you need help with anything I’ll stay in the bathroom while you’re in there. Just… how about this. Just wash your hair. Then I can put some deodorant on you and wipe your face. Are you ok with that?” Kai nodded in response, eliciting a small smile from Cole.

“Good. I’m so insanely proud of you Kai, for working with me here. I know how hard it can be when you get like this so I know how much it’s taking for you to do this right now. So, I’m insanely proud of you for actually going along with me,” Cole said sincerely, raising his free hand and resting it on Kai’s cheek. Kai leant into his hand and smiled a small, but tired, smile, raising his own hand and resting it on top of Cole’s.

Walking towards the bathroom, Kai took a reluctant breath and stepped inside, Cole following soon after. Cole turned the water on, pulling the mildly disgusting shirt off of Kai and tossing it into the laundry basket, letting him take off his boxers. Slowly stepping into the shower, Kai winced as the hot water hit his skin, cascading down his body and washing any surface-level grime away. His arms were lead; his eyelids hanging heavily over his eyes. He couldn’t do this.

“Cole,” He said weakly, not moving from under the warm water, “I want to get out.”

“Come on Kai, don’t give up now,” Cole replied softly, moving towards the shower and opening the curtain, seeing the exhausted look in his eyes, “I’ll wash your hair. How about that?” Kai nodded slowly. Cole smiled, pulling his own shirt over his head and discarding it to the side, reaching around his boyfriend and grabbing the shampoo, making sure Kai’s hair was wet enough before applying any. He slowly massaged it into his skull, looking down from his hair to Kai every so often to give him a comforting smile. Kai sighed contently, feeling the first bout of comfort; and even the first sliver of joy; in days. The feeling of Cole’s fingers on his head… knowing he was here and he was ok and alive. He was alive. Cole was here. The steady scratching and rubs keeping him grounded.

Quickly washing the shampoo out of Kai’s hair and turning off the water, Cole smiled, taking Kai’s hand again and leading him out and towards the sink. Cole grabbed his robe from the back of the door, bundling Kai up in it to assure he stayed warm. Cole laughed a little, looking down at Kai’s short, thin figure wrapped in his large robe, like a baby in a teenagers coat.

“What?”

“You just look really cute. You know like when a little kid just gets out of the shower. Their hair’s all slicked back and their bathrobe is about 10 sizes too big?” Kai blushed and crinkled his brow indignantly.

“I do not look like a child, not all of us were blessed to be 6 foot you know,” He huffed, pulling the robe around himself tighter.

“Yes, you do! You’re my cute little baby boy!” Cole said enthusiastically, noticing the smallest of sparkes light up in Kai’s eyes again as he glared indignantly at his boyfriend. With a laugh, Cole grabbed Kai’s toothbrush, putting some toothpaste on it and splattering it with water.

“Open up baby boy!” Cole said with a grin. Kai rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, allowing him to quickly brush his teeth. Grabbing a face wipe from the cupboard, he gently scrubbed the grease off of his boyfriend’s face. Then, finally, he grabbed a can of deodorant and sprayed him all over, banishing any thought of odour away from their minds (and bodies). Cole grabbed his shirt from the spot on the floor where it had landed earlier and pulled it back over his head.

“Hair drying time now,” Cole said, grabbing a clean towel from the cupboard and laying it over Kai’s wet hair, gently beginning to rub it, dragging the worst of the moisture out. Kai sighed in contentment, feeling himself shake and move as Cole dried his hair, the rough towel feeling heavenly as it dragged along his scalp, massaging any worries or unnecessary emotions away. Now all he felt was a deep feeling of peace and quiet.

“Damn, I’ll rub your head more often, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy,” Cole said with a laugh, continuing to softly rub his head with the towel, unable to contain his laughter at the small noises of contentment coming from Kai. Eventually, he took the towel back off his head and smiled down at his boyfriend, ruffling his hair affectionately.

“Now we just need to get you some clothes, then it’s dumb movie time,” Kai smiled, his lips softly curving into a smile; a real one.

“Can I wear your clothes?” he said softly, his voice still hoarse from barely speaking this last week.

“Of course firefly, it’d be rude of me not to!” Cole said lightly, taking his hand and leading him to his room, immediately grabbing his largest hoodie and sweatpants. He helped Kai put them on and stared down at him in awe.

“You. Are. So. Damn. Small!” Cole said happily, looking at his boyfriend’s small frame being taken over by his large clothing.

“No, you’re just too big,” Kai said indignantly, stuffing his hands in the pockets of the hoodie.

“You know I mean it lovingly, you just look too cute in my clothes,” Cole gleamed, his face lighting up in pure delight. Kai said nothing, just let out a small giggle, his face glowing crimson.

“Now come! My sweet little baby boy! We shall watch dumb movies made for people 10 years younger than us until you feel better!” Cole exclaimed, sweeping Kai off his feet and holding him bridal style, carrying him towards his own room where he dumped him on the bed, turning on the TV and preparing for at least a day of watching weird movies and enjoying each others company.

[lumosinlove]

chapter x

Remus didn’t even hesitate. He ran, socks slipping on the floor, and all but slid into the door to open it, hoping, hoping that it would be—

And there Sirius was, swaying on his feet in the hallway. He has a snapback on, hair curling down on his forehead and his shoulders were tense. There was purple dusted beneath his eyes and he looked exhausted. He looked at Remus for a long moment before Remus watched his throat work around a swallow.

“I hope it’s okay that—”

But Remus was already pulling him inside and wrapping his arms around his neck. Sirius let out a breath and Remus heard his bag drop heavily to the floor, heard the door fall closed, and then Sirius’ arms were just as tight around him. Sirius felt overly warm and shaky in his arms, and he shuttered a little when Remus pressed his cool hand to the back of his neck, knocking his hat off so he could run his fingers through his dark hair a few times.

“Of course it’s okay. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Remus felt Sirius drop his forehead to his shoulder, then press his nose into his neck. He was hunched over, too tall for it, really, but Remus pressed up on his toes and held him tight.

“At least I know why he wouldn’t look at me now,” Sirius’ voice was muffled.

“It’s not you,” Remus said, feeling anger bubble back up in his chest. “He’s being fucking, I don’t know, brainwashed or something. By Snape and his fucking—Snape and Malfoy.”

Sirius didn’t respond, but let Remus take more of his weight. His breathing felt uneven against Remus’ chest. Remus pulled back after a few more seconds and pressed a palm to his cheek.

“What can I do? Are you hungry? Or does a shower sound good, maybe?”

Sirius nodded. “Shower, I think. It’s okay I’m here? Your parents—”

“Left this morning,” Remus cut him off, then smiled a little. “They’re so worried about you, you know. I thought Julian was going to explode. He was so angry about that video, I actually thought he might drop that ‘F’ bomb he accidentally learned from me two years ago.”

A laugh startled out of Sirius, eyes tired. “Wow. My best fan.”

Remus slid his hands down Sirius’ arms and laced their fingers together to give him a little tug in the direction of the bathroom. “I thought I was your best fan.”

“I don’t know. I think my best fan would wear my jersey for me.”

Remus was glad, at least, that he was joking, even a little.

“Maybe for now,” Sirius said as they reached Remus’ bathroom. “you can just shower with me?”

Remus let out a breath of relief. “If you didn’t ask, I was going to.”

He turned the shower on and watched out of the corner of his eye as Sirius stripped. While the water was heating up, Sirius pressed himself all along Remus’ back. He was naked, but it wasn’t sexual. He was just…looking for warmth, maybe. Looking for Remus.

“Have to take your clothes off, non?”

Remus let Sirius rid him of his sweatshirt and sweatpants and then they stepped into the shower. Remus maneuvered Sirius under the hot spray and reached up to tilt his head back. His heart was pounding, and he tried to take a few steadying breaths. He wanted so badly for Sirius to be okay. Remus reached down and smoothed Sirius’ hands, which were unconscious fists, into loose palms.

“I,” Sirius began. “Don’t, um. I don’t really feel like…”

Remus shook his head. “Me neither. Relax, baby, okay?”

A slow smile spread over Sirius’ face and he leaned down, fingers gentle against Remus’ jaw and broad back blocking some of the spray, and kissed Remus—soft and slow.

Remus leaned into it, letting Sirius gather him against his chest, skin on skin. He was warmer than the water, gentle and hurting.

“What if you weren’t here?” Sirius said quietly. Water was dripping in his eyes and they were so blue suddenly, a dark, stormy sea color.

Remus pressed his palms to the broad span of Sirius’ back.

“I’d…” Sirius rubbed his thumb across Remus’ cheek. “I’d come home. I’d feel horrible, and I’d go downstairs…skate, shoot pucks. I’d do that until I couldn’t anymore, and I’d go to bed. And that’s it.”

Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius’ neck, Sirius’ settling around his waist. He tangled his fingers in the wet hair plastered against his skin. “Well, you’re not going to do that now. I’ll kiss you senseless, make you two plates of my mom’s turkey dinner…” Remus pressed up and kissed him again.

“Mm…” Sirius let Remus tilt his chin back and kiss his neck. “Parfait.”

Remus scraped his teeth gently against his jaw. “I would ask if you were going to practice tomorrow, but…”

“Of course I am,” Sirius said, the expression he wore on the ice flickering across his features.

Remus kissed him again. “I know, Captain.”

“But I’m not thinking about that right now,” Sirius sighed and his eyes dropped closed. “I can’t…think right now. I’ll drive myself insane.”

Remus shushed him softly, reaching for the shampoo. “You don’t have to.”

Remus woke up the next morning to Sirius’ alarm, earlier than usual so he could go home and change for practice. He blinked awake sleepily as Sirius groaned and hit at it. He rolled over and buried his face into Remus’ neck, pressing them together.

“…ne veux pas me lever,” he mumbled. “Nous restons.”

“Entraînement,” Remus said, huddling closer and his eyes still closed.

“Nous restons,” Sirius mumbled again, sounding half way back to sleep already.

The snooze went off again ten minutes later, and Sirius sat up this time. Remus blinked his eyes open in time to watch Sirius scrub his hands over his face a few times, arms and back flexing as he pushed them back through his hair. It had dried curlier than usual from being slept on while wet. Remus reached out to trace the band of his underwear, and Sirius looked over his shoulder at him, eyes tired, but smiling gently.

“Bon matin,” he said, voice raspy with sleep, and then he twisted back around to kiss Remus, deep and slow, with a palm pressed to his chest for support. “Bon matin.”

Remus hummed into the kiss happily, putting his hand on top of Sirius’. “Still feel like I’m dreaming when I wake up with you.”

Sirius laughed. “Good. I’m doing something right.”

“How are you?” Remus asked tentatively.

Sirius sighed, mouth pulling to the side like he was biting the inside of his cheek, but he nodded. “I’m…I’m okay. I’ll probably think about it more later, but…I don’t know. I’m glad we have the roadie to distract me. I’m not excited to answer questions about it.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “You’re never excited to answer questions about anything.”

“That’s true,” Sirius laughed, then gave Remus a short kiss. “But, really. I am okay. You make me okay.”

Remus smiled, and was about to pull him back down for some more kisses when Sirius gently smacked his hip a few times.

“Let’s go, Lupin, rink in twenty!” Sirius rolled off of the bed and was half way to the bathroom when he stopped and spun. “Loops.”

Remus raised himself up on his elbows. “Mm?”

“What was your number? When you played.”

Remus took a breath before answering. “Six.”

Sirius grinned, head tilting. “Half of twelve. Good. Very lucky.”

Remus laughed. “What if I had said thirteen?”

Sirius gave a shutter and disappeared into the bathroom. Remus laughed, and threw the covers back to follow.

“Hey,” Remus said as Sirius started his car. “I wanted to…I thought maybe we should talk about the roadie coming up.”

“Yes?” Sirius glanced over at him as he drove. He has sunglasses on and a team snapback and Remus sort of wanted to ask him to pull over so they could crawl into the backseat.

“Well,” Remus reached over and grabbed his hand across the seats. “I know how important it is for us to be careful, and that’s the only reason I’m saying this. If I had it my way, like, I mean if we could, then the answer would be clear, but…” Remus took a breath, knowing he was rambling. “Do you want to…sleep together? I’m just bringing it up because I won’t be hurt or anything if you don’t because…you know. It’d be pretty hard to explain if someone saw me coming out of your room at the wrong time. Or the other way around.”

Remus looked over at Sirius to see that he was chewing his lip. He couldn’t see his eyes but he knew the expression that rested in them. It would be the same one that he wore when they were down in a game—tight and calculating, trying to see how to make it work.

Remus squeezed his hand. “We don’t have to decide now.”

“Let’s not,” Sirius said. “I want to think about you near me today, even if I can’t kiss you, while I have to deal with absolutely everyone asking if I’m okay. Because I may or may not have responded to anyone’s texts and, given the fact that they don’t know about us…”

Remus nodded. “They’ll think you were doing laps on your rink all night.”

“Oui.”

Sirius pulled briefly into a side street behind the rink to let Remus out and he checked his mirrors before leaning in.

“Until tonight?” Sirius said, pressing a last kiss to Remus’ cheek.

“See you in there,” Remus ran quick fingers through his hair, and hopped out of the car.

He felt like there were one thousand and one eyes on him as he showed his badge to Tony at the front desk, and walked into his office.

Moody looked up at him with his good eye from where he was unpacking fresh boxes of stick glue and sanding paper. “Good break?”

“Yeah, always good to see the family. You?”

“Kids all made it home, despite working all around the country. Can’t complain. Hear the news?”

Remus looked down at his desk, taking a breath. “Yeah. It’s horrible.”

“Fucking fowl play, is what it is,” Moody grumbled.

“Couldn’t agree more. I just…you know, Sirius just got back. He was just getting confident again.”

“Not what the kid needed, that’s for sure,” Moody sighed and rose with a grunt. “Better get in there. Coach’ll be going in soon, the boys gearing up.”

Remus nodded, throwing his bag into his chair and shoving his phone and badge into his pocket. He left his jacket off, going with his gray shirt with the distressed, overly-washed red Lions Training Staff on the back. He picked up a box of tape, thinking that the wrack was probably empty after break, and followed Moody.

The locker room was about what about what Remus expected. Sirius was half-dressed in his stall, hat off and rolling his socks on while James leaned close to him, seemingly whispering furiously. His hazel eyes were full of concern and brighter, as they always looked after he put his contacts in.

Sirius was talking back to him, nodding, and finally Remus saw him wrap an arm around his shoulder, as if he was assuring James that he was okay, really okay.

“Remus,” Pascal appeared beside him, clapping a strong hand on his shoulder. “Maybe you are the lucky one.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “What?” he said skeptically. He always had to be ready for a prank if Pascal or Logan approached him. Remus glanced over at Logan to see if maybe he was watching, if Pascal was the distraction, but Logan was leaning against the wall beside Leo, laughing as he watched Leo throw two balls against the wall in rapid succession—a classic goalie practice.

“Dumo?” Remus prompted.

Pascal threw his hands up. “No one I have talked to could reach our Captain last night. I was hoping that you were successful.”

“Oh,” Remus hoped he wasn’t blushing. “No. No, I never did. But, you know. We’re not that good of friends.”

Pascal squinted at him for a moment, and then a slow smile broke out across his face and he all but waggled a finger at him. “Okay, Remus, okay.”

“What?” Remus asked again, but Pascal merely patted him on the cheek.

Remus, only a little unsettled, made his way over to the tape wrack and started organizing the black from the white.

“Bon matin,” said a voice in his ear, and Remus smiled.

“Hi, Pads.”

Sirius smiled down at him.

“Okay? James looked…”

Sirius glanced behind him, but they were relatively out of ear shot. “Just making sure I’m okay. You know how he gets. Like a mother. Worrying.”

Remus laughed and nodded.

“Just need some tape,” Sirius said with a tilt of his head. “Tape my sticks.”

“Black, right?” Remus twirled a roll around his finger. “Black for Black?”

“Oui,” Sirius took the tape, letting their fingers brush together for a moment. He flipped it  up in the air as he walked away and caught it behind his back. “Merci.”

Remus swore the first thing he was going to do tonight was take Sirius to bed.

Remus followed the boys down the tunnel to practice, letting himself sit on the bench for at least half of the practice before he had to go back and set up for Kasey’s physical therapy session on his thigh. He glanced at the goal. Kasey was looking good today, and Remus wanted to keep it that way.

His eyes followed Sirius around the ice, he couldn’t help it. He was focused, as usual, eyes hard and listening to Coach before springing towards the drills they were doing. He was laughing with Logan and Pascal, seeming to send Logan over to try a trick shot on Leo, which he saved easily. Logan swatted Leo’s butt with his stick in retribution before laughing and skating away for the cross-over drills.

Finally, James came over for some water and leaned on the boards in front of Remus.

“Fruit-Loop,” James said casually.

“Hey, Pots,” Remus glanced up to make sure Sirius was across the ice. He was at the whiteboards with Finn, one glove beneath his armpit and marker cap in his mouth as he pointed. “How’s he doing?”

James sighed and briefly looked over, too. “He seems…pretty good actually. I’m sort of surprised. I mean…” James fiddled with his stick before resting his chin on it thoughtfully. “Between you and me, he doesn’t really talk about this stuff.”

“Really,” Remus nodded along.

“Yeah, but it also really gets him down. Like you can just tell. Like, when we were still rooming on roadies, I always knew when his dad or mom had been texting him. I mean, you know, after we cracked that frosty front of is. But…” James chewed on his lip for a second. “He’d just get this look about him, you know?”

Oh, Remus knew alright.

“I’m glad he’s doing better this time,” Remus said.

“Well, that’s the thing!” James spluttered. Then, voice lowered. “It makes me think he’s…you know. Got someone.”

“Got someone,” Remus repeated slowly.

“Yeah, like a girlfriend.”

“Really.”

“Yeah,” James grinned. “I mean I fucking hope so, he’s just alone in that house all the time. Anyway, you wanna help me get him to bring her to Dumo’s Christmas party and Family Skate?”

Remus looked down to where James had, seemingly subconsciously or out of habit, begun to twist all of the water bottle lids off just enough so that they’d fall off when used, and the drinker would get a face full of Gatorade. He was too distracted to comment. “Me?”

“I don’t really wanna go spreading it around the room if I’m wrong but, well, someone’s gotta help.”

Remus couldn't decide if he wanted to laugh or not. He settled with a noncommittal nod, and that seemed to be enough for James.

They were headed to Canada for the road trip: Montreal, Ottawa, Tornoto, Winnipeg, Edmonton, Calgary, and Vancouver. It was the once-a-year doozy straight that was brutally cold this time of the year.

“But pretty fun,” Logan said in the locker room to Kasey. The boys were sweaty from practice and slowly undressing while they talked.

Kasey sent him a flat look, tying his hair back. “That’s because you’ve only done it a few times.”

“At least we’re in the NHL,” said Leo with a soft smile.

“Yeah, I’m with Peanut,” Logan said.

Leo blushed. “If anyone’s the peanut, it’s you.”

That roused howls from around the room and Pascal wrapped an arm around Leo.

“Look at this. The baby rookie, doing my job for me.”

Kasey whipped Logan in the arm with his towel. “Way to take him down notch, Nut.”

“I wasn’t—No, I wasn’t trying to…”

Logan sent him a smile. “It’s alright, Nut. I know I’m…not tall.”

Kasey cackled. “He can’t even say it.”

Finn leaned over from the other side of Timmy Kane with a somber look on his face. “You’re short, Tremz. It’s okay, we all understand. Everything, will be, okay.”

“Fuck off,” Logan laughed. Then, he glanced at Leo. “At least I don’t have giant squid limbs. Seriously, Knut, how do you control these things?”

“I…don’t?” Leo laughed. “I don’t know.”

“Good for filling up a goal though,” Kasey raised an eyebrow. “If not other things. Bet you make some girl pretty happy, eh?”

Leo was bright red. “What?”

Kasey shrugged. “You know what they say about big sticks…”

“That’s feet,” Finn said.

“That, too.”

Logan mumbled something about hitting the showers, and Leo watched him go.

Remus looked between them all from where he was folding towels with an amused smile. This was part of what he loved most about his job. Just listening. Remembering what it was like to be in a locker room and getting to experience it again.

He spied Sirius over by the fridge, drinking water and looking at his phone, and he decided to take a small risk. He walked over, and pretended to be sorting through the various energy bars stashed on the counter.

“Travel day tomorrow. No games.”

Sirius glanced up, then back at his phone. “Oui.”

Remus crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter, mirroring Sirius’ pose.

“Do you think it’s true?”

Sirius didn’t look up, but Remus could feel his interest. “Do I think what’s true?”

Remus took a breath. “What they say about long sticks.”

Remus had to bite his lip to keep from smiling at the way Sirius’ head snapped towards him. “Oh,” Sirius laughed softly. “Well, I wouldn’t know.”

“Well. Would you want to find out?” Remus looked back at him, mouth barely moving, the words only for him. “Tonight.”

Sirius blinked at him for a moment. Remus watched a flush rise up his neck to his ears, then his cheeks. He laughed, and Remus grinned at his own joke.

“Yes,” Sirius breathed. “Oui, yes.”

Remus nodded, trying to control his heart rate.

“Do you need a ride home?”

“Yeah,” Remus nodded. “Yeah, I really do.”

Sirius all but ran towards the showers, nearly knocking Logan over, now dripping in just a towel.

“Whoa, Cap, where’s the fire?”

“Beneath your ass,” Finn said as he walked by, stark naked, and whipped Logan’s butt with his towel.

The last thing Remus heard was Logan cursing him out in French.

He waited for Sirius in the sub-basement of the parking garage as subtly as he could. He saw a few of the guys; Timmy heading out to dinner, Sergei going home to his family, but they didn’t bat an eye. When Sirius finally appeared from behind the opening elevator doors, Remus couldn’t help but be grateful. He was hornier than he had been in a while, and wanting to get away from prying eyes.

“Salut,” Sirius said. His hair was wet from his shower, and it reminded Remus of the first time he had taken Sirius home.

“Hi,” Remus smiled.

They walked to the car mostly in silence, but once they were inside, Remus said, “Mine or yours?”

“Mine,” Sirius started the engine. “I want to cook you breakfast.”

“You can’t cook.”

“I want to kiss you while you make breakfast in my kitchen.”

Remus laughed. “I need to kiss you. Drive fast.”

Remus was already half hard in anticipation by the time Sirius was punching the code into his gate and pulling into his garage. He glanced down at Sirius’ lap before they got out of the car to see that he wasn’t the only one.

Sirius’ garage entered into the mudroom off of the kitchen. They were silent the walked through, Sirius dropping his bag into a chair and opening the fridge.

“You want anything? Water?”

Remus followed him. He turned him around with a hand on his shoulder and closed the refrigerator door with the other.

Sirius smiled. “Oh, you do want something.”

Remus nodded, thigh fitting snuggly between Sirius’. “Yeah.”

“We’re going upstairs?” Sirius pushed off of the cupboard Remus had pinned him against and started walking them backwards. “Maybe you don’t have to sneak into my bedroom this time.”

“I did not sneak,” Remus let himself be pushed gently against the wall by Sirius’ grand staircase.

“No?” Sirius leaned into kiss his neck.

“I was looking for…” Remus began, but the Sirius was sucking a bruise into the tender skin beneath his jaw and he forgot what he was looking for.

“Come on,” Sirius said.

Being back in Sirius’ bedroom was a completely different experience. For one, he wasn’t a little drunk. Everything was clear as day. The tall windows letting the afternoon light in, the white curtains that there was no way Sirius picked out himself, the pictures on the dresser. The massive bed.

“And when you were being nosy,” Sirius said, and then pushed Remus back onto the bed, only to climb his way on top of him. “Bet you didn’t know how much you’d find.”

Remus laughed, twisting his hands into Sirius’ sweatshirt. “You mean, did I know that I’d find out I had a chance with the boy I’d been fantasizing about since I was sixteen? Yeah, no, don’t think I could have guessed that one.”

Sirius pulled back some, eyes dark and pleased. “Sixteen, eh?”

Remus nodded, running his hands up and under Sirius’ sweatshirt. “Took one look at that face in the newspaper, and then I saw a video of you playing…I was pretty done for after that.” Remus smiled. “And mopey about it for a while.”

Sirius’ head tilted. “Mopey?”

“Sad,” Remus said, then laughed at himself. “Which sounds stupid given the fact that I never met you and, let’s be real, you weren’t the nicest person on camera.”

“I was an asshole, you mean,” Sirius smiled.

“Maybe a little,” Remus pushed his hands up further. “Okay, take your clothes off, please.”

Sirius chuckled and let Remus push his sweatshirt over his head, taking his t-shirt with it. Remus’ hands moved to the button on his jeans. “These, too.”

“I’m the only one?” Sirius rolled off of Remus so he could kick his pants away. “Get busy, Loops.”

Remus undressed quickly, mostly so he could catch Sirius with his underwear still on. He settled between Sirius’ thighs and Sirius made a surprised noise, leaning back against the pillows.

Remus curled his fingers into the band of Sirius’ underwear, kissing just below his navel.

“Do you like blowjobs?”

Sirius let out a breath. “Fuck, um. Well…” he hesitated. “Looking at you down there, I think I might but truthfully I’ve never…”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Had one.”

Sirius nodded, but the way Remus could see his dick filling through his underwear contradicted his words.

“Can I?” Remus said softly, rubbing a palm over Sirius’ dick. “Can I try?”

Sirius nodded again.

Remus smiled, internally triumphant. “First I want to see something.”

Sirius made a questioning noise, but Remus stayed silent and simply continued his gentle strokes over Sirius’ cock through the thin, light-gray fabric of his boxers.

“Mm,” Sirius said, realizing. “I see.”

Remus glanced up at him. “Yeah?” He squeezed the base of Sirius’ cock, then pressed a little harder at the tip.

Sirius made a punched out noise. “Fuck. You’re going to get what you want if you keep that up.”

Remus could see that Sirius was almost fully hard now, beginning to push at the fabric more, the head pressing up against the elastic band. He worked Sirius steadily for another few seconds, and then he leaned down and pressed his tongue to the head. Finally, the fabric got dark with the first little bit of Sirius’ precome. Remus could hear Sirius’ breath coming faster, and Remus leaned back to watch. He pressed the heel of his palm down, the other hand smoothing over Sirius’ strong thigh.

“Fuck, Sirius,” Remus said. He watched as the the fabric of his boxers darkened around the head of his cock, dripping and becoming shiny. Remus’ own cock was hard, pressed between the bed and his stomach, and it was all he could do not to rut against the sheets. But he wanted to last. He had plans for after this.

“Loops, come on, come on,” Sirius said.

Remus nodded, and pulled the now soaked boxers down Sirius’ thighs and flung them away to the floor. It was even hotter bare, seeing Sirius dripping and ready like that. He was rock hard, dick twitching above his stomach. Remus didn’t give him any warning. He circled his hand around the base and closed his lips around the head.

Sirius’ hips jolted with a little “Ah!” His hand shot out to tangle in Remus’ hair.

“D’accord,” Sirius breathed. His fingers tightened in Remus’ hair as Remus took more of him in his mouth.“Okay, okay.”

Remus took a little more of him, his fist covering the rest. He was hot and salty on his tongue. Remus could faintly smell the clean soap of the rink’s showers and Sirius’ skin. It was heady and warm, and Remus pressed his palms up to hold Sirius’ hips, flattening them against his abs.

Sirius broke into rapid French suddenly, a long string of words that Remus was too focused to understand, and he both tried to pull Remus’ mouth off of him while his hips also bucked up.

“Remus, Remus, no, I’m going to—”

Remus hummed. That sounded okay.

“No, no, I want—with you. Don’t want to come yet.”

Remus opened his eyes, and remembered what they were leading up to. He pulled off carefully and Sirius groaned, head falling back into the pillows. He reached down and gripped himself, as if holding himself back from coming.

“Fuck,” Remus sat up with a soft laugh. He smoothed his hands up and down Sirius’ big thighs. “You’re alright, baby.”

“Do not say that right now, I will lose my mind,” Sirius said, followed by a breathy laugh. He took a few breaths before opening his eyes again. The light gray was nearly swallowed by his pupils and his cheeks were flushed. His cock looked swollen and tight, still on the edge.

“Amazing, Re,” he said, then his expression flickered a little. “I…when did you ever—I mean, I know you aren’t out, so when…”

“College,” Remus said. “Like, maybe three times. It wasn’t…” Remus scrunched his nose. “Great. The guy was nice, I knew him from one of my classes. He just sort of wanted to know what it was like, but so did I, so…worked out well. No strings,” Remus smiled. “Nothing like it is with you. Nothing like it at all.”

Sirius nodded, looking like he was thinking about it. “I’m glad this is better.”

Remus laughed. “Uh oh, here he comes. Competitive Captain Sirius Black.”

Sirius smiled a little. “I just don’t want you to think I’m here only to ‘know what it’s like.’ Oui?”

Remus looked at him for a moment, breath half taken. He felt the words settle somewhere deep inside his chest, and he pressed his hand there for a moment, as if to feel them. He nodded. “Yeah. That—me too. It’s,” he hesitated, then settled on, “it’s more than that.”

Sirius pulled his lip into his mouth and nodded quietly.

The conversation seemed to have cooled them both down enough that they would last more than a few seconds, and Remus was glad. He could see that Sirius’ dick had softened a little, as had his own, and he crawled forward to kiss Sirius hard, sinking into the heat of his hands on his back. He pressed their hips together like the first time.

“Do you still want…” Remus began, and Sirius nodded. “Okay. Alright, do you have stuff? Condom, lube.”

“Drawer, left drawer, yeah,” Sirius said, and Remus stretched out to retrieve them.

“Do you ever finger—”

“Yeah,” Sirius gushed out. “I like it a lot.” Then he flushed, like he had said too much.

That made Remus’ entire neck heat up. “Fuck, alright. Just tell me what feels good, yeah?”

Sirius’ dark hair and dark eyes looked bright on the pillow, and he nodded, then pulled Remus back down for a sloppy kiss.

It didn’t take Remus long to find a rhythm. Sirius was relaxed and pliant beneath him, a tight heat around his fingers. Remus punctuated every stroke with a kiss to his mouth or neck. He took deep, slowing breaths, honestly worried for his stamina with the noises that Sirius kept making. Remus pressed up a little with the pads of his fingers and Sirius jolted.

“Oh fuck me, fuck,” Sirius hissed, fingers tight around Remus’ arm. “Again, allez.”

Remus grinned, breathless and pressing himself against Sirius’ thigh, just to relieve some pressure, and did it again, and again, until Sirius’ cock was drooling across his stomach and his mouth was open and red.

“Jesus, Pads,” Remus breathed. “You think you’re—”

Sirius nodded, eyes opening slowly. “Oui, s’il vous plaît, Remus, je le veux, je le veux, oui…”

“Shh,” Remus said, hands shaky as he picked up the condom. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me…” he shook his head and tore the condom open.

Sirius laughed weakly, chest flushed and cock looking more than a little tender against his stomach. He placed his palm by himself, but didn’t touch, as if he couldn’t, and his cock jumped at the almost-brush.

Remus bit his lip against a noise as he rolled the condom on himself. His balls felt heavy and tight, but he was determined to make this good for Sirius. So good.

“Ready, baby? All good?”

Sirius nodded, letting Remus push his knee back a little. Sirius’ hand covered Remus’ on the tender back of his knee, and Remus pressed a kiss to one of the tendons there.

Remus watched Sirius’ face the entire time. The way his eyes slipped shut. How his brows drew together and his mouth fell open a little.

“Okay?”

“Allez, allez,” Sirius panted, and then Remus felt one of his heels against the back of his thigh.

Remus dropped to his elbows as he bottomed out, forehead pressed into Sirius’ neck. Sirius’ hand went to his hair, thumb rubbing back and forth across the back of his neck. He was mumbling in French again, barely formed words. He reached a large palm down and pressed it against Remus’ ass, pulling him deeper. They both moaned. Remus got his knees beneath himself and pulled out until the tip caught, then pressed back in again in a slow glide.

They were lost. Remus wasn’t even sure he could hear anything except Sirius, feel anything except Sirius, who was holding him so tightly he was sure there would be marks. The thought only made him want to be held tighter, to press into Sirius harder. Everything was centered down to where his body met Sirius’. Sirius’ lips were pressed against his cheek, panting out his name, and Remus swore he could never be more happy than he was right now, with Sirius’ hand in his hair and the other clutching his hip. He rutted into Sirius in long, slow thrusts. He looked between them, his cock a dark pink against Sirius’ tan skin, disappearing and then appearing again. Sirius’ cock was shining and Remus reached down to take it in his hand. There was barely any friction.

“Remus…” Sirius whispered, abs jumping at Remus’ touch. “I’m gonna come,” his voice pitched up at the end. “I’m gonna—”

Remus snapped his hips forward faster, “Yes, baby, yes.”

Sirius groaned low in his throat, going tense, then sucked in a breath. Remus watched the base of his dick pulse as he came between them.

“Re,” Sirius gasped as he came, and tilted Remus’ face to kiss him slowly. His tongue brushed over Remus’ until he was dizzy, until he shoved in one last time and ground his hips there until he spilled into the condom.

The feeling made Sirius whimper, sensitive and longing, and he kissed Remus harder. They kissed for what felt like hours, sweaty and sticking together. Remus dragged his lips from Sirius’, kissing across his cheek and jaw, then moving to the other side. Sirius had his eyes closed, breathing slowing, but hands no less tight around Remus.

“I’m not going anywhere, you know,” Remus said quietly, and then had the horrible thought that—that maybe Sirius didn’t know that. The notion made Remus’ heart clench and he slid out of Sirius gently, sensitive now. Sirius was quiet, eyes watching Remus quietly as he tied off the condom and stretched to throw it out it the waste bin in the corner of Sirius’ room.

He came right back into Sirius’ arms, forearms folded across Sirius’ chest, and studied him.

“Has your English returned?”

Sirius smiled lazily and ran his hands through the hair at Remus’ temples. Instead of answering, he said, “How could I have thought I could go without this?”

Remus rested his chin on his hands, relishing in Sirius’ palms pressing on his shoulders in something that was half massage and half caress.

“You’re telling me,” Remus said.

“You’re beautiful,” Sirius replied, thumb passing over Remus’ bottom lip for a moment.

Remus felt his heart flip. “So are you,” he whispered.

Sirius smiled, but shook his head. “It doesn’t matter what I am. You’re beautiful.”

“It does,” Remus protested and pushed himself up the rest of the way to meet Sirius in a kiss.

Sirius laughed. “Re. I…” He took a breath. “I feel…” he trailed off.

Remus nodded. “Me too.”

~

Remus was bleary-eyed and tired by the time his cab reached the airport the next week. he was just glad he didn’t have to wear a suit like the players for away games. He was perfectly comfortable in his jeans and sweater. It was Sunday and they were due in Montreal the next day for a game at seven. He and Sirius had agreed it would look to suspicious to arrive together, so Sirius, much to Remus’ protests, had ordered both himself a car service, and Remus. It was better than a cab, at least. The driver had offered him water, for god’s sake.

“Loops!”

Remus smiled and waved at James and the rest of the team and coaching staff waiting at their gate. There were definitely some fans trying to work up the nerve to approach their favorite player, but they were usually left alone. He took an empty seat across from James and asked him how Lily was, aware of Sirius’ eyes on him the entire time.

“Six months along now. Due in the beginning of March. Jesus. Maybe we could be close to the playoffs by then, you know?”

Remus smiled. “A Cup and a baby.”

“Shh!” James, and everyone else in sight did whatever they needed to do to ward off the jinx.

“She still thinks it’s a boy, I was texting her a few days ago,” Remus fiddled with his suitcase handle. “You?”

“Boy, for sure,” James grinned. “Can’t wait to buy him his first pair of skates.”

Remus smiled at the image. “That’ll be adorable. And just think, next year, around this time, you’ll be able to bring him to Christmas family skate.”

“Exactly!” James’ face turned wistful and giddy. Then, after a pointed look at Remus, he turned to Sirius. “You finally bringing anyone this year, Cap?”

Sirius looked up from where he had quickly glanced down at his phone. “The answer is still no.”

Pascal leaned in from the seat beside Remus and threw a small pretzel at James. “Come on, Potty, you know the Captain does not date.”

Sirius laughed, but only shrugged off James’ questioning look.

“Yeah,” James scoffed. “He only has every girl ever throwing themselves at him.”

“Jealous?” Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“No,” James didn’t stick his tongue out, but it was a near thing. “I just…you know. I don’t get it.”

“I’ll date someone when there’s time. Besides,” Sirius shrugged. “I’m kind of hard to live with. I know that.”

Pascal whistled. “Yeah, I know, too.”

Remus didn’t think that was true.

“A girl wouldn’t mind if Captain Sirius Black—”

“But I don’t want to be Captain Sirius Black to her, do I?” Sirius cut James off.

There was a hanging silence for a moment, and then James nodded. “Yeah. No, yeah. Sorry, Pads.”

Sirius punched him in the shoulder—a little hard, maybe. “It’s fine.”

The boys took their usual spots on the plane. Sirius and James sat together, Finn and Kasey, and Leo and Logan. The moved around a little, depending on who was taking part in the card game that ran continuously in the back—Coach always said not to bet real money, but he got in on it sometimes. Remus was sitting alone this time with a good book, near the card-game seats. It made for amusing entertainment for any flight.

“Hey, that’s a bitch-ass move, Lo,” Finn held his cards against his chest and glared at Logan. “Don’t look at my cards.”

“I wasn’t,” Logan held his own cards just as close to himself. “I was trying to see if the drink cart was coming around again.”

“So look down the aisle not down my shirt.”

“I wasn’t, Harz, merde. Je n’ai pas triché.”

Finn sighed. “For the one millionth time, don’t speak French. I do not speak French.”

“He said you’re a sore loser,” Leo said with a sly grin.

“I didn’t!” Logan nudged Leo and said something in French to him, which Leo responded to likewise. “I said I wasn’t cheating.”

Finn glanced between the two of them a few times. “Stop speaking French, I can’t understand you!”

“Relax,” Sergei cut in, pinching his nose. “I hear enough bickering from my three kids. I do not need it from you. Zakroy rot.”

“What?” Logan and Finn said at the same time.

“He say fuck your mothers!” Evgeni chimed from a little ways down the aisle.

“I said shut your mouths,” Sergei shook his head. “My God. Can we please play the game?”

“Have a lot riding on the line, Sergei?” Logan leaned forward and flipped his hat backwards. “Let’s do this, mon cher.”

From his seat, Remus could see where Sirius was sitting—and aisle seat, as always. James was asleep in the window beside him with an eye mask. Remus pulled out his phone and connected to the plane wifi, slouching agains his own window to hide it from view.

Rowdy back here.

He hit send and watched as Sirius took out his own phone. He turned his head just a little, but it was enough so that Remus could see his smile.

I can hear. 

Remus bit his lip then, glancing through the gaps in the seats just in case, he typed out, I wonder if anyone would notice if I snuck you into the bathroom and got you off right there.

Remus watched Sirius’ body jolt and he glanced back again, just barely, then glanced at James’ sleeping form.

Yeah? Tell me.

Remus smiled. He had the strange feeling of wanting to cherish that text. It was so very like Sirius. Short, simple. Remus could hear it in his voice.

Suck you again. Only I’d finish the job this time.

The three dots appeared a few times, then disappeared. Then, finally:

This might have been a bad idea.

Remus glanced at Sirius’ row. J awake?

Another few seconds past and then a picture slid in. Remus sucked in a breath. It was subtly taken, easily done with just a downward angle. It was of Sirius’ spread thighs, large and crammed into the seat and clad in his tight, tailored suit pants. And there on the crotch, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking was the beginning of an outline of Sirius’ dick.

The sight had Remus twitching in his sweatpants.

I see, he typed out.

We’ll break, Sirius’ next text come in. Can’t explain this. Then, Miss you.

Remus sent back a smiley face. Miss you.

~

Remus let out a breath when he reached the rink the next morning at four AM, Moody clambering out of the car service after him. Dinner alone in his room, knowing that Sirius had to go out to dinner with the boys, had been hard. There were moments where he felt like one of them, and moments that forced him to remember that he wasn’t. Team dinners didn’t include him, not officially anyway, and that was fine. The hotel steak hadn’t been all that bad, and he knew he had to be up early anyway.

Sirius had texted him a gentle good night that he had received when he woke up. Remus had replied with a string of smiley faces and an order to text him when he woke up. It would be at least another three hours, and he had work to do. There were sticks to unload and an entire locker room to set up. The Lions staff liked everything to feel as close to home as possible.

Remus was charged with setting up the stalls and, upon coming to Sirius’, he held the jersey in his hands for a few moments, smiling slightly. He hung it carefully on its hanger, number facing out. And then placed his sweat-stained, lucky hat beside his helmet and gloves. He put the skates on the hooks, making sure they were untied so that Sirius could lace-up the left one, first, as usual. Remus liked following all of the special instructions for individual players. Some of the team members complained about it sometimes, but Remus thought it showed how much the boys wanted to win. So much so that they were willing to drive themselves crazy with little rituals and needs. Right now, Leo was the only one with almost no superstitions, but Remus knew that would change the longer he was on the team. Sometimes Remus even found himself consciously putting on his own left shoe first.

It was obvious when the boys arrived. The distant voices of Logan and Finn bickering loudly came in from the hallway, and in another minute the Canadiens visitor’s locker room doors were being pushed open and most of the team was filtering in. They were in various disarray of their away-game suits. Many ties had already been pulled off in the hallway and jackets had been thrown over arms as they got past the cameras. Remus could see Marlene and Frank doubling as the team’s social media crew, snapping pictures of Sirius and James walking together that would no doubt later be captioned with some version of best friends.

“Listen up,” Logan clapped his hands a few times. “Okay, my parents are coming tonight. So, best behavior, d’accord?” Logan glared around at them all. “So, win? Let’s win, oui?”

“What do you mean your parents are coming?” Sirius said, wrapping an arm around Logan’s shoulders. “Dumo is always here.”

Logan elbowed him in the ribs. “Best behavior.”

“Meaning,” Pascal cleared his throat and put on a high voice. “Bonsoir Madame Tremblay, your son is the best player on this team.”

Sirius laughed. “I don’t know how we survive without him, ma cher.”

“Fuck all of you,” Logan grumbled.

Sirius let him go in favor of walking over to his own stall. His eyes found Remus’ and he stopped in front of him—just a little closer than usual.

“Cap,” Remus said. “What can I do for you?”

“Got something bothering me a little bit,” Sirius said. “I thought you could take a look real quick?”

Remus raised an eyebrow. It sounded good. It also sounded risky. “You sure? I don’t want to throw off your routine.”

Sirius smiled and nodded. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t…need it.”

Something hot began to stir in Remus’ chest. He licked his lips and nodded. “Alright, we’ll go to the PT room.”

Sirius trailed Remus out of the room. There were a few reporters lingering in the hall who tried to ask Sirius questions. Sirius politely refused, saying he was preparing for the game right now, and Remus was glad to shut the heavy, wooden door against them.

He was glad to be pushed up against it.

“This,” Remus began to say, only to be cut off by a slow, toe-curling kiss from Sirius. Remus wound his fingers in Sirius’ hair and kissed back for a moment before pulling back. “This is not what I’d call being careful.”

Sirius moved to kiss along Remus’ jaw. “I got off to thinking about you last night.”

That—that hit Remus a little harder.

“Sirius,” Remus breathed. He held him a little tighter, eyes falling closed as Sirius kissed his neck.

“Missed you. I wished you were there when I was out with the guys. Then, I came back to my room all alone. I knew you were asleep, but I came this close to knocking on your door. I could hear some of the guys talking in the hallway, though.” Sirius took Remus’ hand and pressed it to his cock. Remus was startled to find that it was half-hard. “I’ve been like this since the plane.”

Remus felt himself filling in his pants. “You want my mouth that bad, huh?”

Sirius shuttered a little as Remus pressed his palm flat against him. He nodded.

“Fuck, Pads,” Remus breathed. “What if…”

“I know we shouldn’t.”

Remus laughed. “Can’t exactly hide that thing if you’re about to take your clothes off.” The thought actually made Remus a little hot, thinking about Sirius having to strip into his gear with a half-hard cock for anyone to see. He’d probably get chirped out of his mind. “Fuck, just—come here. Five minutes.”

He pushed Sirius back against the door, and turned the lock as he sunk to his knees. He looked up at Sirius with a grin. “You better come quick for me, baby.”

Sirius cursed, running a hand through his hair as Remus smoothed a hand over the dark material of his suit-pants, tight against Sirius cock.

“I love your game day suit, you know that?”

“Yeah?” Sirius said.

Remus nodded, unbuckling Sirius’ belt and glancing up at him. “Like you better in your sweatshirts and hat though.”

Sirius laughed, but was quickly cut off as Remus pulled down the zipper of his pants and leaned forward to nose against the hard line of his dick. “Fuck, Loops.”

Remus slipped Sirius out of the gap in his boxers and Sirius sighed in relief. His hand fell to cup the back of Remus’ head as Remus sucked Sirius down as far as he could. There was still enough of the base for him to wrap his fist around.

Sirius immediately switched into French, palm a gentle pressure. Remus heard his head thunk back against the wall.

“Mon dieu,” Sirius breathed.

Remus pulled off just enough, lips still brushing the leaking head, and looked up at Sirius. “Shh.”

Sirius laughed and pressed a hand over his mouth. Remus smiled and licked a few times over the head, tasting the salty warmth there.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Sirius said into his palm, eyes focused on Remus.

Remus glanced at the clock behind them. Two minutes down. He looked once more up at Sirius, then took him down again.

“Are you hard?” Sirius whispered, hands moving back to cradle Remus’ head.

Remus hummed in acknowledgement and felt Sirius’ cock pulse in his mouth.

“Let me see,” Sirius’ thumb brushed gently over Remus’ temple. “Let me see.”

Remus kept a dragging pace as he reached down and pushed his pants down, letting his cock bob free, heavy between his thighs.

Sirius made a low noise and his fingers tightened in Remus hair. Remus spend up his pace, squeezing Sirius around the base and tonguing at the vein on the underside of his shaft. He sucked hard at the crown before pushing back down again, feeling his own cock getting harder by the minute until he had to reach down and stroke himself. He moaned when he did, hips jerking.

“Remus, Remus, I’m gonna—”

Remus moaned again, sucking hard. Only a few seconds later, he felt pulse after pulse of hot come against his tongue. Sirius’ hips stuttered forward a few times, pushing into the tight heat, and then he stilled as Remus let him slide out of his mouth slowly. He was softening and breathing hard. Remus ran his fingertips over him, pulling a soft ah from Sirius as some last come dripped. He felt high on everything—Sirius’ smell, the feeling of his fingers in his hair. He closed his eyes and rested his head against Sirius’ hip, one hand simply resting around himself.

“Let me,” Sirius said, and fell to his knees, too. He took Remus in his palm, huge and a little rough. Sirius reached his other hand down to massage Remus’ balls. Remus’ mouth dropped open and he gripped Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius brought his palm to rub against the head and Remus came almost instantly, only just managing to cup a hand out to catch it.

“Merci,” Sirius said with a gentle kiss to Remus’ temple as he leaned against Sirius’ shoulder. “So hot, Remus.”

Remus just smiled and kissed him, catching his breath. Sirius gently tucked him back into his boxers for him and Remus watched, a little dazed. It was…sweet.

“Come on, we need to get cleaned up.” Remus reached forward to do the same for him, only Sirius twitched a little at Remus’ touch and Remus raised an eyebrow at him.

Sirius shrugged. “I can’t help how much I want you.”

Remus had to focus real hard not to let that derail them again.

They talked about the game as they cleaned up. That might have been Remus’ favorite part. It wasn’t all sex. It was good sex—incredible sex—but then there was this part. Talking to Sirius like they were just friends, arguing over whether Carey Price could take Kasey in a fight or not.

“Why is it your dream to see a goalie fight?” Remus laughed as he threw out his wet paper towel.

“Can you imagine, in their huge gear. It would be hilarious,” Sirius grinned and gathered Remus close to him. “Okay, one more kiss before we go. For good luck."

Remus pressed up on his toes and kissed Sirius slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. “What happens if you win? Do I become a part of your routine?” He brushed a last kiss over Sirius’ lips. “Does this?”

Sirius smiled. “I hope so.”

Remus did, too.

The stadium was a confusing mass of two slightly different colors of red. The boys were in their black away game jerseys, the red numbers and lettering looking daunting and sleek on the ice. Remus couldn’t get enough of Sirius in his away jersey. The way the black material and his dark hair framed his skin and made his eyes look icy. Remus was glad he didn’t have to stand across the face-off circle from him.

Leo was in goal, busy marking his crease up with his skate blades while Logan lobbed a few pucks over the glass to some Lions fans. Coach was leaning over the bench to talk to James with a white board diagram in his hand. Remus breathed in the smell of the ice. It was a normal, thrilling game.

And he had just sucked Sirius Black off in the Habs’ PT room.

A normal game.

Sirius, to his credit, looked bright and ready. He was handling pucks at top speed, warming up his hands. Remus had a good feeling.

The boys came back to the bench for the National Anthem, and Sirius ended up right in front of him, behind Finn and Logan. Logan had his head down against his stick, hair falling into his face and his fist clenched around his fleur-de-lis necklace—for luck. Finn had his hand on Logan’s shoulder, the other holding his helmet, head down. Remus had asked them about that once. It had started when they were at Harvard together and just stuck once they both got drafted to the Lions one year apart. They had said they didn’t know why they had started doing it—either that, or they wouldn’t tell him. Remus wondered what they would do if they ever got traded apart. Remus winced at the thought. That was a reality that he didn’t like to think about.

Sirius was behind them, head tilted away from the cameras on the ice and eyes closed. He knew some of the boys were religious, but he didn’t actually know if Sirius was. He didn’t wear a religious necklace like some of the guys did, a cross or a star of David. He didn’t actually wear anything. Remus wondered if he would want to.

Remus didn’t look for too long, just in case a camera caught it, but bowed his head, too, excited for the game and mind still light with Sirius’ touch.

The game was dirty. The first period was pretty uneventful, no goals and one high-stick called on the Habs, but after the first intermission, it was like something snapped. Shea Weber scored on Leo, but made the mistake of giving his skate a little tap with his stick. He said something between his teeth and Leo gave him a little shove back. Logan was on Shea in a second—less than that. Logan threw his stick down, and jumped on Weber from behind—a slightly comical feat given Weber’s good seven inches on him. But Remus liked watching people underestimate Logan in flights because of his height. Weber turned, and Logan threw his first punch, gloves dropping to the ice. It was a nasty right hook. Sirius stood from the bench, tapping his stick against the boards.

“Yeah, Tremz!”

Remus watched as Max Domi tried to get in on the fight from behind, but then Finn was there. He grabbed a fistful of the back of his jersey and yanked him back, getting an elbow in the jaw for it.

The refs were there then, hoping to pull everyone apart before it escalated further. They blew the whistle, and Sirius was already shouting from the bench.

“It’s on them! They antagonized.”

Ref number four gave Sirius an unimpressed look. “Not in the mood tonight, number twelve.”

The four fighters skated off to their respective penalty boxes to the roars of the crowd, excited by finally seeing some action. Logan and Finn sat shoulder to shoulder on the penalty bench, still yelling at the other two. Leo skated a few circles around his goal, as if collecting himself again. He looked tall and looming in his gear, his bright blue eyes piercing out from his Lion’s-mouth mask.

Pascal climbed back over the boards with a laugh, scooting in beside Sirius. “Well, there goes my line to the box, eh?”

“That’s what you get for taking Harzy from me,” Sirius laughed, but then he nudged Brady, sitting beside him. “Glad to have you though, Smitty.”

Coach reached forward and patted his shoulder. “Maybe give the cubs some of your wiser years, eh, Dumo?”

Pascal picked up a water bottle, raising it like a toast. “I try, I try.”

The fight seemed to get both teams fired up. There was a flurry of goals from both sides and they were tied 2-2 until half-way through the third period. Remus could tell Sirius was frustrated by the hunch of his shoulders and how far he was leaning towards the boards, like he was desperate to fix everything himself.

Coach tapped Sirius’ shoulder. “Number 12, your line!”

Remus held his breath as Sirius jumped the boards. His feet hit the ice in a hard glide, a fast smear of black on the gleaming rink. James was right behind him, arcing out to the left and shoving his guard away. Sirius only had eyes for the puck. He pinned Gallagher against a corner hard, drawing shouts from the crowd, and stole the puck from right between his legs, pushing hard to skate backwards and away. he passed it to James once to get around a defenseman, and then James snapped it back. He turned and began racing from the Lions zone to the Habs’, straight down middle ice.

Remus loved, loved when he did this. He had never seen anyone who could take a puck this far, this consistently, as Sirius could.

Remus tried to figure out how. Maybe it was his eyes. He looked one direction for long enough that his opponent turned that way, and the Sirius turned the other. Sirius was in the center zone now, dancing around Domi for a minute before James hit him, clearing the path for Sirius. Sirius pushed harder, weight on the front of his blades for a moment to dig into the ice, to go faster. He spun around a red uniform, a perfect 360, and lifted his blade with the puck on it in a hard, gorgeous back-hand.

It flew into the net soundlessly, past Price’s blocker, and the goal horn blared. Sirius had broken the tie with three minutes left in the third.

The bench exploded.

“Baby,” Remus breathed, but it was lost in the sound.

The bus was a mess of celebration and laughter as they boarded it that night, ready for Ottawa. It was a short drive, a little under two hours, and the boys would probably use the time to wind-down together before crashing. Most of them were turned in their seats to talk. Sirius was laughing. He had received the Lion-hat token. Remus was so proud of him he could barely breathe. They weren’t even too far into the season and he had already come so far from the beginning.

“Mes amies,” Pascal knelt on his seat with his phone raised. “My wife would like to remind you all that this year’s Christmas party is at our house, and she also says,” he looked down at his phone, holding it away from him a little and squinting.

“You need reading glasses, Dumo,” James laughed. “Please admit it.”

“Non, non,” Pascal clicked his tongue. “She says if you do not come, she will kill you.”

“I wouldn’t mind being murdered if it’s Celeste Dumais who does it,” Timmy said from his seat.

Pascal raised an eyebrow and looked at Olli, who was sitting beside him. “Halla, you better hit him for me.”

Olli smiled shyly and gave Timmy the softest of taps.

Timmy flipped Pascal off. “You’re never going to get my d-partner to hit me!”

“How’d mommy like your fight, Tremz?” Sirius called from the seat in front of Remus and Moody. Remus had been quietly watching the sliver of his profile that he could see through the seat, only feeling a little creepy about it.

Logan leaned over his own seat and pointed with narrow eyes. “She is very proud, thanks for asking.” He had a bruise on his cheek that looked like it would hurt in the morning.

Finn joined him from the row in front where he was sitting with Kasey. He had a similar bruise on his jaw, greenish and dark against his paler skin. “She ripped him a new one. I was there.”

The banter went on until some of the boys put their headphones on after an hour. Moody was snoring gently next to him and Remus put his earbuds in, too.

His phone lit up after a few minutes with a text.

So we won.

Remus almost laughed out loud. He glanced up between the seats to see Sirius’ face illuminated by his phone. He was smirking, just a little.

You won’t see me complaining.

Remus watched Sirius grin. He turned his head and looked through the seat back at him, eyes silver in the now dark bus.

Room #?

Remus bit his lip. 261.

Want to watch a movie together?

Remus’ heart swelled. Yeah :)

Sirius’ only reply was a little pink heart emoji, followed by the hockey stick one.

Remus clicked his phone off and took a breath. He didn’t think they could get to the hotel fast enough.

[fandomwriterstuff]

Quarantine Queen

Darcy was, for all intents and purposes, an extrovert. She thrived on being around people, engaging with them, all that jazz. So when Dr. Doom’s minions released a pathogen that led to the entirety of Manhattan being quarantined and sick with an extra-strength virus, she started going stir crazy.

She lived in an apartment building not too far from the Avengers Tower (where she worked in the labs). However, she barely left the tower and only slept in her apartment. She never had food stocked in the fridge. Just vodka in the freezer and some microwave meals stacked behind it.

So, when everything went into lockdown while she was asleep, she panicked.

Can I go to the grocery store? I don’t have any food.

She’d sent it in the tower group chat, hoping the resident Avengers would know more about the situation than she did.

Tin Man: What do you mean no food? You’re the one always making us come to family dinner at the tower.

She rolled her eyes and sent back: Yeah, at the tower. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten a meal in my apartment.

Tin Man: I’ll have JARVIS order essentials to be sent to your apartment with no-contact delivery.

HawkDaddy: I got the sickness, please send me soup.

Darcy frowned. It had only been a day since the quarantine started, how did he get sick so fast?

Tin Man: I only send delivery to my favorites.

HawkDaddy: :(

Darcy laughed and rolled her eyes. Her friends were so weird. But then again, she was friends with a bunch of super people. She couldn’t even make friends in her apartment complex because she was never there.

She ended up pulling her knitting supplies out from under her bed to make a Mjolnir-themed sweater for Thor. There wasn’t much work she could do from home since Jane was also not in the labs.

She knitted and had Ted Lasso on in the background on the TV until six, when there was a knock on her door. She startled, dropping a stitch, but quickly recovered and hurried to look through the peephole. Nobody there. She opened the door a crack and looked around, nobody was there. But when she looked down there were about forty bags of groceries in front of her door.

She shot a text to the group.

Holy Mjolnir. That is a lot of groceries.

She added a picture of the mountain of brown paper bags in front of her door.

Tony: You’re welcome, kiddo.

Darcy smiled. Tony could be very thoughtful sometimes. As she started hauling it all inside she took a look at what ‘the basics’ meant. It included oat milk, various canned goods and frozen vegetables, toilet paper and feminine hygiene products (her favorite brand of tampons… was he a mind reader?). He’d even sent her over a tin of brownies.

So, Darcy made it a hobby to be a homebody. As long as she could pass the time, she would be okay. One day turned into two, two into three, then it had been a week, two weeks, three weeks since the quarantine started. It took Darcy three weeks to realize a few things. She’d barely changed out of her pajamas in over a week. She hadn’t showered in nine days. She hadn’t ingested anything but coffee and Ritz crackers for six days. She hadn’t answered Jane’s video calls in three days. She’d been ignoring the group text for two, as it was starting to give her heart palpitations. She hadn’t even moved from the couch to go to her bed last night and woke up with a sore back.

She didn’t notice any of this, of course, until she got another video call. Thinking it was Jane, she just swiped it, but instead of swiping to end it, she accidentally swiped to answer it.

“Fuck!” She shouted as her phone slipped from her hand and onto the rug.

“You know a ‘hello’ would have worked, too,” so that was definitely not Jane’s voice.

“Tony?” she asked as she picked up the phone and looked at the man’s face. She wished she hadn’t though, as he immediately raised an eyebrow at her.

“Have you looked in a mirror like… At all in the past several days? That crust looks several days old, mamacita,” Darcy looked down at her sweaty t-shirt and mens boxer shorts self-consciously. “I mean your face, darling. Have you washed it recently?” His tone softened and that’s when Darcy realized something was wrong. Tony wasn’t soft with her. Sarcastic, sassy, nosy, that’s how she’d describe their relationship. But it was never this sincere.

“Hold on,” her voice was scratchy with disuse and she left her phone face up on the coffee table as she hurried over to her bathroom sink.

Shit. She looked like a wreck. Her hair was a greasy mess piled on top of her head. She couldn’t remember the last time she washed her face. It was a miracle she wasn’t developing acne. After she thoroughly scrubbed the grime off her face, she went to change into other pajamas, but she was thinning out. It was weird. She couldn’t find anything that fit right on her body so she just threw on a pair of blue gingham boxers and one of Tony’s stolen band t-shirts.

“That’s a little better,” Tony spoke when she came back to her phone. “Though I would suggest getting in the shower sometime soon.” She rolled her eyes at that. Maybe.

“Why did you video call me?” She pondered as she settled back down into her couch, feeling a little cleaner.

“You haven’t answered my texts in days. I’m allowed to worry about my friends, Darcy Lewis,” he raised both eyebrows at her and she winced. “I know this quarantine has been hard on everyone, but it’s also okay to not be okay. You’re used to being around people 24/7. You even said yourself that you never eat alone.”

“I’m fine,” she shrugged. “Just used to socializing and doing work. I’m not used to sitting still.”

“Are you sure that’s all? Jane said you haven’t been answering her either.”

“Jane snitched?” She gasped and narrowed her eyes. “Who else?”

Suddenly the man looked very innocent.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he spoke calmly with a lilt to his voice.

“Who else told you they’re worried about me?” Darcy wanted to cross her arms but she was stuck holding her phone.

“Jane and Thor, Clint, Natasha, Bruce, Steve-”

“How the fuck? What would they know? I don’t socialize with them outside of the tower so how the fuck would they know something was going on?” She spat, feeling a little defensive and teamed up on.

“You haven’t answered Jane’s calls, so she and Thor are concerned. Clint hasn’t seen you on X-Box live since the first week of quarantine, so he asked about you. Natasha seems to just know things, so she asked me to check in on you. Bruce knows what it’s like to have to be alone all of the time and was wondering how his favorite extrovert was doing. And Steve-”

“Go on, I’d like to hear this,” Darcy muttered. She’d had the biggest crush on Steve for the longest time, but they didn’t talk much since he didn’t work in the labs. They only socialized at family dinners and movie nights.

“He hasn’t heard you blast music in like six days,” Tony said with a quirked eyebrow. Darcy sputtered.

“What does that even mean?” She asked, throwing her free hand up.

“He lives next to you?” Tony said it like a question.

“I thought he lived at the tower,” Darcy frowned, eyeing up the wall she shared with the neighbor she’d never met.

“You- you didn’t know you lived next to Steve?” Tony asked exasperatedly. He shook his head and Darcy felt her cheeks heating. She wasn’t the most observant at times, and they’d been in quarantine for three weeks. It’s not like she was going outside. Plus, before that she was barely ever here. “This is a new level of unobservant. For someone who works in science, this is shocking.”

“It’s not that shocking,” she sputtered, scratching the back of her head. “I was barely ever here before all of this.”

“Fair, but still. For someone who has a Steve-radar, you probably could have figured it out. I mean,” he sighed. “You have the same commute. You work in the same building. When you leave movie night you go to the same place.”

“Yeah but usually I go to ang with Jane first,” Darcy felt like she had to defend herself. “I gotta go, I need to take a shower,” and with that, she cut him off and hung up with a huff. Who did he think he was, her father? Jeez.

As she stripped out of her fresh pajamas (probably not so fresh anymore since she’d been sweating nervously under Tony’s interrogative tone), she noticed even more how thin her fingers were looking, how cold she was. That was probably a bad thing.

However, the thoughts flew from her mind as she stepped into the hot spray of water and just leaned into it. It was nearly a religious experience. Or, it would have been, if she didn’t know that gods were just aliens. She took way too long in there, shampooing twice and just letting the hot water pour over her pale skin. She hadn’t been able to go outside and tan at all this summer with Jane being near a breakthrough and now with the quarantine.

All she’d done was knit and watch TV and cook. She finished Thor’s sweater and decided to knit one for all of the resident Avengers. Thor’s was maroon with little gold Mjolnirs all over it. Bruce’s was cream with little chemical structures all over it (she didn’t think he would wear a shirt with the Hulk all over it). Tony’s was black with a red and gold iron man helmet on the front and “I am Iron Man” on the back. Natasha’s was red with little knives and guns all over it. Clint’s (obviously) was purple with bows and arrows all over it, and “Legolas” on the back (Legolas was his favorite archer, how could Katniss or Merida even compare to an immortal elven archer?).

She was working on Steve’s now. He wasn’t all “apple pie America” in his free time, but she still wanted it to be cute and on theme. It was navy blue with a very complex eagle and waving american flag on it. Darcy was struggling, but she would be finished with it soon. She’d been knitting her whole life, her grandmother had taught her when she lived with her for a while.

She’d send them all out once they were done.

When Darcy finally exited the shower, fresh and smelling like roses and strawberries, she noticed she had another missed call from Jane and a few texts in the group chat. Her heart rate started ratcheting up. She could smell her deodorant in the air as she started sweating slightly. She licked her dry lips. Since when did she get anxious about group chats?

She took a look and smiled softly at her friends’ names.

Nat: I’ve come down with something. I blame Clint.

HawkDaddy: I was sick THREE WEEKS AGO. Why do you blame me?

Nat: You have a guilty face.

HawkDaddy: [download image]

Darcy quickly clicked on the attachment and giggled at Clint’s pouting face. She didn’t think before responding.

You know better than all of us that pouting is not going to sway Natasha’s opinion.

There was suddenly an influx of messages, and then Darcy remembered that she hadn’t responded in several days.

Nat: She’s right, you know.

That was the most normal response. Darcy had a feeling Natasha was the most emotionally intelligent one at the moment and didn’t want to make Darcy feel bad about falling into a depression hole.

HawkDaddy: Marceline the Vampire Queen has returned to us!

Tin Man: I think if anything, Short Stack is Princess Bubblegum.

Here’s Brucey: Darcy is Finn. She’s out here saving all of us all the time. Welcome back :)

Darcy smiled at that one. She’d convinced Clint and the scientists to watch Adventure Time.

America’s Ass: I am so confused.

America’s Ass: [download image]

Darcy laughed as she clicked on Steve’s gif. It was Lemongrab screaming ‘unacceptable.’ She didn’t know which was funnier: Steve not knowing what was going on and actually picking a gif from Adventure time, OR Steve having watched Adventure Time on his own and trolling them.

Alien of Thunder: My lightning sister has returned to the glorious group chat!

Alien of Thunder: This is cause for celebration!

Darcy sighed and smiled at her friends’ antics. Her anxiety had leveled out and she was feeling better than she had in days. First, she got to see Tony’s lovely face. Now she got to text with her friends.

However, it was time to finish Steve’s sweater.

“Friday,” she called out to the speaker in her living room. “Play ‘The Final Countdown,’” Darcy grinned a shark-like grin as she sat in her recliner and got her needles out. She could do this.

It was two more days before she called Tony again.

“What’s up stranger?” He asked when Darcy’s face popped up on the screen.

“I need to have something delivered to each of you. Can you help?” She looked over at the pile of sweaters wrapped in brown paper.

“Yeah, sure. Bruce did some tests on Steve and he seems to be immune due to his super DNA. He can pick it up and deliver it,” Tony was fiddling with a machine and Darcy nodded.

“I’ll text him then, thanks Tony!” And with that she hung up. Though she quickly shot a text to Steve.

I have a mission, should you choose to accept it.

While she waited, she decided to deep clean her room. Nothing would help her get out of her quarantine depression like summer cleaning! Once the entire apartment was vacuumed, mopped, dusted, and Lysol’d, she checked her phone again. Steve just replied.

Hit me with it.

She chuckled and sent back a picture of the stack of presents and the caption: I made something for each of you guys and I need help delivering it.

A moment later she sent another text: Tony said you were immune to the virus so I was wondering if you would help.

It only took a few minutes for Steve to reply.

Sure thing, Darcy :)

She smiled, he was genuinely one of the kindest people she’d met. He was just her type, too: tall, strong, he could swear like a sailor (not that he would let Tony know). While she was pondering her crush on the American icon, a knock sounded on her door, startling her out of her daydream and making her heart rate soar.

Hurrying over to the peephole, she let out a sigh of relief. It was Steve.

When she opened the door he looked down and smiled. When Darcy looked down, she noticed her outfit: a pair of black leggings (thankfully she had decided on pants that morning), and a “HULK SMASH” t-shirt with green and purple tie dye. Well, no use being bashful, she smiled gratefully at the man and let him in.

“I guess since you’re immune you’re allowed to come in,” she quipped and Steve chuckled.

“Thanks,” he rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “What did you make?”

“It’s a surprise,” Darcy winked and Steve felt a blush creep up his neck. “I can’t tell you because I made you one, too. You can’t open yours until everyone else has theirs, too. Okay? And no peeking at theirs. And don’t look in the group chat until you open it. Got it?”

“That’s a lot of rules, Darce,” he was smiling, standing in her newly cleaned apartment and in her personal space like it was totally normal and she hadn’t been isolated for nearly a month.

“I know, but it’s an important mission,” she loaded his arms up with little brown packages and sighed when he went to leave. He turned back to her with a curious look on his face. “It’s nice being able to see somebody in person,” she shrugged and he nodded sagely.

“Well, after I go see everyone I should self-isolate for a few days to make sure I’m not carrying any germs, but maybe after we can get together and watch a movie?” He cocked his head and smiled that winning smile at her.

“That would be lovely,” Darcy couldn’t help but return his smile, and hurried to escort him out. “No peeking!” She called as he laughed his way to the stairwell. He was such a good guy.

Darcy waited anxiously as Steve made his way to the tower and the other Avengers’ abodes. It was taking a little while though… Maybe he had walked? Darcy was nervously scrolling through her Instagram feed when the first message popped up.

It was a picture of Clint’s sweater.

HawkDaddy: Oh Em Gee, Darcy. It’s PERFECT.

Darcy felt warmth blooming in her chest at the sentiment. She loved giving to people. She thrived on happiness.

She kept quiet as the pictures started coming in. Tony was next, and then Bruce (probably working in the labs together with their N95 masks on).

Tin man: Short Stack, you’ve outdone yourself.

Attached was a photo of the sweater (front and back) compared to his actual face plate. It was pretty good, if she did say so herself.

Here’s Brucey: This is perfect, Darcy.

Bruce had actually included a selfie of himself giving a thumbs up. It made a giggle bubble up out of her chest. Nat was next, including a picture of her sweater next to her favorite knife and a handgun with the message: They are very realistic, I’m impressed.

That was a good compliment, and it went straight to Darcy’s head.

Thor was next, and he sent a picture of Jane absolutely drowning in the large sweater, and then a close up of a tiny knitted Mjolnir.

Alien of Thunder: A most excellent representation of my hammer, lightning sister. I shall wear it with pride.

Last, she waited for Steve to get home and open his.

When it finally came in, Darcy giggled at the image of Steve wearing a knitted sweater with an eagle and a billowing flag, hands on his hips. It was a sight to be seen.

America’s Ass: I’ve never worn a more appropriate sweater.

Darcy finally wrote in the group chat: Quarantine phase I: Darcy gets bored and knits everyone a sweater.

She was met with ‘LOL’s and laughing face emojis. Life was good for today, nothing dark on the horizon, she’d made her friends happy, and she had an upcoming movie night with Steve.

Darcy settled in on her couch and got ready for a night of Adventure Time.

Darcy spent two days in her post-sweater-delivery happy mood. Two excellent days where she showered, ate three meals, did a workout, messaged all of her friends. But reality set in. She didn’t know when she’d see them again. She didn’t know when she could hug Jane or go back to work. She hadn’t talked to Tony or Pepper but she was still getting her biweekly paychecks. She felt guilty about that. She felt guilty that she wasn’t brainy enough to help fix the virus or strong enough to have fought Dr. Doom’s minions.

So she was laying on her side on the couch listening to sad music on day three after the delivery. She hadn’t showered or eaten yet and it was four in the afternoon. Her phone buzzed and she ignored it, content to wallow in her Star Trek fleece jumpsuit. Her phone may have buzzed a few more times, but Darcy didn’t pay attention. She was busy having some time to herself.

She did just that for another three days, and took notice again of her slimming figure.

“Who knew depression holes and not being hungry would be the thing that finally helped me lose weight?” She asked the universe.

Darcy had gotten another shipment of food and supplies, but she didn’t Lysol down her door or clean each item before using them this time.

And she would pay for it.

She woke up on the sixth day after the sweater delivery feeling oh so tired. Figuring it was due to the lack of sustenance and exercise, Darcy decided to make herself some toast. She barely made it out of her room before the dizziness hit her.

Darcy sent a text to the group.

What are the symptoms? Help a girl out.

She started getting responses immediately.

HawkDaddy: Fever, body aches, fatigue

Nat: Dizziness, lessened appetite

Tin Man: Runny nose, sinus congestion, vomiting

Darcy gulped from her position on the floor (she sat down in the doorway when she started getting dizzy).

How many do I have to have before I have to go see a doctor?

She groaned as she sent the message and pulled herself up, trudging into her kitchen. The thought of ingesting anything nauseated her, so she made her way back to the couch, where she promptly fell asleep.

She woke up at noon choking on her own snot.

“Fuck,” she got the word out before she stumbled into the kitchen to blow her nose. After she’d friction burned her nose by using napkins as tissues, she slowly walked back to the couch (thanks dizziness) to check her phone. Three missed video calls from Tony, one from Jane, and a lot of texts.

America’s Ass: Are you alright, Darcy?

That was not in the group, it was a separate message, so Darcy answered that with a message before looking at the group.

I woke up super tired, super dizzy. Was awake for five minutes before I passed out on the couch. Woke up a disgusting mess and had to blow my nose with napkins because I don’t own tissues. So no, probably not.

Then, she checked the group chat. It was basically a conspiracy theory contest to guess what had happened to Darcy over the past few hours. Had she passed out from sickness? Gotten annoyed and started ignoring them? Fell down the stairs? Gotten kidnapped?

She shook her head and looked down at Steve’s next text.

I’ll make you some soup. Drink lots of water and get lots of rest.

She smiled at the sentiment. Steve was really sweet. She did what he said and grabbed a cup of water before retreating to the couch and scrolling through her Facebook. She kept getting group texts, though, so she put her phone away and threw on some mindless TV.

Darcy woke up to a knock on her door. It startled her, but she figured it was probably Steve. Nobody else would risk coming into contact with another human being. Darcy shuffled over to the door in her fleece pajama pants and birthday hedgehog t-shirt (a classic pajama day outfit) and looked through the peephole. She was right, Steve was awaiting her.

“Hey Darce,” he smiled down at her when she opened the door. “How are you feeling?”

“Like garbage,” she muttered. “Please, come in,” he stepped inside with a Tupperware full of noodle soup. “Oh my god, you really made me soup?” She looked up at him with wide eyes and he smiled bashfully.

“Friends don’t let friends get sick and not have soup,” he laughed and Darcy turned, misty eyed, towards the kitchen. People didn’t often do nice things for her, that was her job.

“You’re a lifesaver, Steven,” she spoke once she’d gotten control of her emotions and ushered him towards the kitchen table. “Come, sit with me,” she groaned as she lowered herself into the chair. The body aches were coming in waves.

“How are you holding up?” He asked once the two were sitting and Darcy had a full bowl of steaming soup in front of her.

“Well I think I’ve definitely got the virus. Either that or I’ve got a serious case of the flu. But I got my flu shot this year so…” She trailed off and shrugged. Steve frowned and reached over to press the back of his hand against her forehead. She tried not to act startled at the contact. It had been… Some amount of weeks since she’d touched another person.

“You do feel warm, do you have a thermometer?” She shook her head at his inquiry and the frown deepened. She didn’t like making Steve frown.

“Is it even worth going to the doctor?” She sighed and slouched into her chair. “It’s not like they can do anything but tell me to ride it out.”

“They could always prescribe you something for the symptoms,” he shrugged, looking thoughtful. “Something for the dizziness and aches.”

“Maybe, I’ll consider it,” she took a careful spoonful of soup and frowned. “I can’t taste it. Why can’t I taste it?” She took another spoonful and looked up at Steve with wide eyes. “Is that a thing?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t been keeping up with the news since it doesn’t really affect me,” he trailed off with a sheepish look on his face. “I’ll ask Tony.” He whipped out his smartphone and shot a text to Tony, fingers flying over the keyboard.

“I’m so sad I can’t taste your soup,” she was full of woe. “This is a travesty,” she whined and set the spoon back down. “I wasn’t even hungry and now I can’t taste anything?” She looked up at Steve with a pout.

“You should still eat, Darcy. I know it’s not super pleasant, but you need fuel,” he offered her a sympathetic smile, and gestured for her to take another bite, which she did (albeit slowly and with less excitement). “Tony said loss of smell and taste is a common symptom,” Darcy stood abruptly, ignoring the dizziness to find her lighter and light the ocean scented candle that had been sitting on her counter for a year. She lit it without preamble and then leaned in to give it a good sniff.

“Awe, come on,” she bemoaned, looking at Steve with that rumpled kitten look that made him want to wrap her up in a blanket and cuddle her.

“No scent either, huh?” He asked and she nodded, blowing out the candle before returning to her soup. “You’ll get through this. I’d be happy to drive you to the doctor if you’re not feeling well enough to drive,” Steve offered and Darcy was struck once again by how kind this man was.

“You’re too nice, Steve. Someone’s going to snatch you up one day,” she winked conspiratorially at him. He flushed, and she smiled inwardly. “Though, I don’t have a physician. I just go to medical at the tower.”

Steve hummed in understanding. It made sense for her, she lived, ate, and worked in the tower. No need to find a physician elsewhere when she could get treated at the state of the art facilities right nearby.

“To the tower then?” He asked as Darcy took the last few bites of her soup.

“To the tower,” she confirmed.

“Would you like to go now?”

She thought for a moment.

“Let me change and grab a mask from Tony’s most recent grocery drop. And then I’ll be ready,” she wanted to rush, but moving too fast had her head spinning. So, she shuffled over to her room, one hand on the wall at all times to keep her precarious balance.

Once she was in a pair of comfy leggings and a warm sweater (this one was violet), she threw a beanie over her slightly dirty hair and slapped a mask on her face.

“I’m ready,” her voice was muffled and Steve raised his eyebrows.

“It’s summer, and you have a fever,” he was nearly chiding her and she pouted. Unfortunately, the look went unnoticed past her mask.

“I’m chilly,” she finally said and he got that worried look again.

“Come on,” he held his arm out for her to take and she latched on gratefully. The dizziness was getting to her. “I texted Tony and asked him to have someone ready at medical for us,” he spoke softly as they headed for the elevator. It was a short ride down, and not too long by the time they made it to the tower.

“Short Stack, you look severely overdressed,” Tony was also wearing a mask, maybe two by the looks of it. He eyed their linked arms and quirked an eyebrow. “What’s that about?” He wasn’t one to mince words.

“Tony, now is not the time,” Darcy grunted through her mask. “I am freezing, I am dizzy, I sneezed into this mask more than once. I need Steve to help keep me from falling over. Are we good here?” She narrowed her eyes, attempting to get her frustration across without the lower half of her face. It worked.

“Right as rain, follow me,” Darcy could see his fingers flying over his fancy phone, but couldn’t tell who he was messaging. Her phone wasn’t vibrating, so it was unlikely to be the group chat.

When they made it to medical, Steve helped Darcy into a chair and then stood there for a moment, looking out of place.

“You’re welcome to stay and sit, Steve. You could also go explore the tower or something but I am unlikely to stand up without assistance again,” she spoke quietly, and he gave her a little smile before sitting down next to her.

“Not much for me to do in the tower, what with everybody being home from work,” he shrugged. “I have been going a little stir crazy.”

“You and I both. I miss Jane and her crazy science benders. I miss all of the scientists, actually,” Darcy frowned, picking at her fingernails (a habit she’d picked up recently). “I miss family dinner nights,” she muttered and Steve nodded in agreement.

“You do make excellent dinners, and it’s nice having some off-time with the others,” he added and she smiled with her eyes.

“Thanks, Steve-o.”

It looked like he wanted to say something else (she could tell because he didn’t need to wear a mask), but doctor McCoy walked in.

“You look tired, doc,” Darcy commented. There were red lines around where his mask sat on his face, and his usually fiery eyes were dulled.

“It’s been a long few weeks, Lewis,” he countered and she nodded. “Captain Rogers,” he nodded to Darcy’s escort and the super soldier nodded back.

“Bones has been dealing with me since I moved to the tower. For all sorts of things,” Darcy explained their familiarity.

“You come here a lot?” Steve asked with a concerned laugh.

“I get into a lot of lab accidents. One time Thor hugged me too hard and bruised my ribs. Clint once fell out of the vents and onto me and gave me a head injury. For someone as robust looking as I am, I am quite fragile,” she shrugged at Steve’s bewildered look.

“Well you are only human,” Doctor McCoy noted before getting into professional mode and taking her vitals.

“Why are you called Bones?” Steve asked when he was taking Darcy’s temperature.

“It��s a nickname his college roommate gave him, you tell him doc,” Darcy smirked and the good doctor rolled his eyes.

“My wife got everything in the divorce. I got nothin left but my bones,” he sighed dramatically before announcing that she had a fever. “What other symptoms are you having?” As they got into the nitty gritty, Steve reclined in his chair and watched with interest. It seemed like Darcy had friends everywhere. In medical, in the labs, with the security team and the Avengers. Hell, he’d even seen her bring coffee down to accounting before.

“I’m gonna be straight with you, Lewis,” the doctor sighed, looking down at his notes. “There’s not much I can do for this virus but treat the symptoms and hope you ride this out. You can take this for the fever, and this for the runny nose and sneezing,” he looked up at her as he passed the post it note over. “Not much I can do for your taste, smell, and dizziness, but I’d suggest keeping in contact with your resident super soldier in case something happens,” he eyed Steve up at that, and the other man nodded his agreement. “Drink lots of water, invest in some gatorade. Don’t drink it straight, mix it half and half with water. It tastes gross but it’s better for you. Get some rest, and I suggest finding a show to binge watch until you’re feeling better.”

“Any recommendations for that, Doc?”

“I highly recommend Star Trek,” he murmured with a smile.

“And any recommendations on how to stop being so fucking depressed about this quarantine situation?” She was half joking, and the doctor chuckled.

“Damn it Lewis,” he shook his head. “I’m a doctor, not a therapist,” it actually made her laugh, and Steve was disappointed by how muffled it sounded from behind her mask.

“I’ll have to find one of those, then,” she laughed as she went to get up, holding onto the back of the chair. “Thanks for these, doc,” she waved the paper in front of her and latched onto Steve when he offered his arm again.

“Take care of yourself,” he called as the two left the room.

“He seems like a swell guy,” Steve commented and Darcy hummed.

“He is. He deserves better than what he got, but it is what it is,” she shrugged. “You ready to head home, soldier?” She looked up at him and he got the feeling she was smiling.

“Sure am,” he replied, and when they got back Darcy shooed Steve off for a little while so she could take a bath and clean up.

“Want to come over for a movie later?”

“As long as it’s not The Hunger Games again,” Steve laughed and Darcy smirked, now that her mask was off.

“What, Clint’s favorite is getting to you?”

“I’m just curious how he gets to pick every time,” Steve emphasized as he made his way to the door.

Darcy only shrugged.

“We pick based on arbitrary things. Who ate the most pop tarts this week. Who wore the least amount of yellow. Who won the prank war. Etcetera,” she shrugged.

Steve only rolled his eyes before he waved and left.

Darcy sagged. Walking around and being peppy had exhausted her. Since when did she need to recharge after socializing. When this was all over, she’d need to reacclimate to her extroverted life.

They watched Star Trek that night (the one with Chris Pine) and Darcy stayed sick for four more days. She was avidly enjoying the group chat and her Netflix subscription since she couldn’t focus enough to knit and couldn’t do much else. Steve came by often to hang out or share meals with her. Sometimes they just sat on the couch and talked. It was nice getting to know him better. She’d always had a surface relationship with him. Not in a bad way, but they were both always busy.

When she was feeling better, she knitted him a pair of comfy socks and baked him some molasses cookies in thanks. He said it wasn’t a problem, he liked spending time with her. She blushed profusely but insisted he take them.

Darcy sometimes felt so unbearably lonely and sad, feeling stuck in her own home was hard. But she checked herself and reminded herself that she was very lucky. Not everyone got to hang out with a super soldier on the daily. Someone who couldn’t get sick. It was hard to remind herself that she had it better than a lot of people. But then again, a lot of people didn’t live alone and had their families to be around. It was weird. She wasn’t sure if she should be grateful or guilty.

She talked about her conflicting feelings with Steve a week after she got better.

“I just don’t know whether I should be grateful that I have you, and that I’m not alone, or whether I should feel guilty that I still feel stuck here and lonely when I do have you. Or on the third hand, whether I should be feeling some sort of way that I haven’t picked up a new skill or started working out in the past…” She trailed off and started counting her fingers. “Nearly seven weeks?”

Steve nodded.

“Nearly seven weeks,” he said with a sigh. They were both hoping the brains of the operation would have figured out a cure or a vaccine by now. She knew they were close, but it was so hard to figure out something when you had to be so careful of working around others. “But you shouldn’t feel bad, Darcy. I mean, I feel guilty that I am not being affected the way everyone else is, but I’m still alone a lot. And I am grateful to be around you so much. I have to quarantine for everyone else’s sake in case I can carry the virus,” he shrugged. “It’s a tough situation and it’s been hard on all of us. But that doesn’t make your feelings any less valid.”

“You’re very emotionally intelligent for someone who is like… mentally around thirty,” Darcy smiled softly and Steve huffed a laugh.

“Thanks, I think. I just spent a lot of my young adult life being left out of things and having to deal with them on my own, with only Bucky,” he sighed. “You have to learn to deal with the emotional and mental side of things when physically you’re like… Five foot two and a hundred pounds soaking wet.”

Darcy let out a little laugh.

“Not relatable, dude. I mean yeah, I’m five foot three. So pretty close. But I haven’t been under a hundred pounds since middle school,” she gestured vaguely at her chest. “When I got the girls, it added like five pounds minimum,” she shook her head good naturedly and Steve chuckled.

“I couldn’t even imagine being a woman in this day and age,” he sighed.

“I couldn’t imagine being a tiny ball of rage and righteousness in the thirties and forties,” Darcy countered and they shared a laugh.

Darcy had been counting. It was July when it all started. It would be September 20th on the morrow. But Tony had texted in the group. Some students at Oxford had come up with a vaccine and were working on it with a group of American doctors and scientists.

Darcy got vaccinated in November and was back at the tower (without a mask) by December.

“Jane!” Darcy squealed when she saw her tiny boss tinkering with a machine.

“Darcy!” Unlike previous encounters where Jane would ignore her for a machine, the scientist ran over to Darcy and they embraced each other.

“Can I get in on this group hug?” Clint climbed with supreme agility from the overhead air vent.

“Naturally, you jack-booted thug,” Jane said with misty eyes and a wavering voice. The two women were suddenly enclosed in a big circle of biceps.

“I have notified Sir of the group hug. The others will be here shortly,” JARVIS spoke and Darcy giggled, happy to see all of her friends again. Soon Tony, Nat, Bruce, and Thor were all joining in. Steve walked in on it and Darcy had an idea.

“Have y’all ever heard of a cinnamon roll hug?” She broke away from the group to grab Steve’s hand and pull him towards the commotion.

“Never.”

“Nope.”

“Sounds interesting.”

She nodded at the responses. She could make it work.

“We did it in college for team bonding. Everyone hold hands and stand in a straight line,” they did as instructed, and Darcy smirked. Thor would love this.

“Thor, start rolling in. Like a cinnamon roll,” Darcy instructed and Thor rolled into Jane, hands still holding. “Now Jane, follow. And everyone roll into it,” soon they were a big circle of hands and torsos and giggles. “Now let go of your hands,” she waited a moment before giving the final instruction. “Now, hug!” They were a mess of giggles by the end of it, but with Thor at the center smiling like a dork and everyone else shaking their heads and smiling, it was worth it.

“I don’t know how you come up with this stuff,” Steve commented once it was just he and Darcy. Jane had run off to get a piece of equipment.

“I learned a lot in college, just not about anything important,” she laughed and Steve smiled down at her warmly.

“Darcy?” He asked, leaning against the doorway.

“Mmhm?” She hummed, making her way towards him.

“Now that we’re out of isolation…” He trailed off as she came to stand closer than arm’s length away from him. “Would you want to get dinner with me?” He gave her that shy half-smile and she couldn’t help but beam up at him.

“I would love nothing more.”

[mistaeq]

Akira Otoishi: General Fluff HCs and Hilarious Shenanigans

TW // none

I want to dedicate this work to @golden-narcissus , my cutest Akira simp and the person who inspires me about loving new characters everyday !! don't ever change Tea ily <3 // also... shoutout to all the akira simps out there ^_^

Akira Otoishi General Fluff Headcanons and Hilarious Shenanigans

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If you're a stand user, you probably met because Red Hot Chili Pepper accidentally scared you by randomly appearing in front of you from a near payphone.

Akira apologized, and when he realized you could see Chili Pepper, he immediately got interested in you and in your abilities.

If you're not a stand user, you probably met in a music shop, and you both reached for the last cd left of your favourite artist.

Akira was about to get upset, before noticing those beautiful eyes of yours begging him to let you take it. He couldn't say no, but he earned a pleasant conversation about your music tastes, in exchange.

He's the kind of musician who likes bragging about his skills. He'll straight up show you the most difficult thing he can do, just to play it cool afterwards and say it's just easy stuff, for him.

He panics when you play his game and ask him to show you something more difficult, then. So adorable.

Akira uses Red Hot Chili Pepper to charge your phone in the fastest way ever. He just likes to see you smile when your phone battery seems to be dead and he saves the situation.

If you're lucky enough to get to see him out of his habitat, in a domestic environment, get ready to messy bun Akira! He loves his long, purple hair, but also loves not to find his own hair everywhere, above all in his food.

Always make sure you fill him of little nothings, such as little sleepy kisses, a morning hug, a daily smile and flying "I love you"'s.

He's probably a romantic guy, he does his best. If you enter his room while he's practising, he'll improvise a little song - it might be either sweet or stupid - for you, right there and then. He has a different idea everytime. Great artist.

If you happen to get interested in his guitar, Akira will be more than happy to teach you how to use that. A good excuse to keep you close.

You'll sit on his lap, while his hands on yours will guide you on how to play his guitar. You're the only one allowed to touch it besides him.

Akira will kiss your cheek and neck several times, while teaching you how to play the guitar. You always end up forgetting about the instrument and smooching. After five lessons, you hadn't learnt anything.

If you happen to fight, expect him to follow you around the house singing you a personal adaptation of the song "Ice Cold Rita" from Flushed Away. He's a playful man. And he loves cartoons.

"🎵Ice cold y/n ~ never did I meet a ~ girl/boy who's half's so cruel ~ I offered them a jewel ~ but they left me stuck ~ ignored me all the time ~ what a shoddy thing to do to Akira... to me! ~ Akira ~ Otoishi ~ from Morioh ~🎵"

Until you don't kiss him or talk to him, he'll keep singing it. You two can't stay angry at each other for too much time, he needs affection, and that's why he'll follow you around singing that song.

He likes watching something with you, before sleeping. You let Akira choose what to watch, because he's hilarious. "So... y/n... can we watch The Aristocats?" He knows Romeo's song by heart.

Akira will fall asleep first, if you watch something together. Take care of him and bring him in your bed to make sure he can sleep properly. Then, cuddle up in his arms. He loves waking up to his arms holding you.

Being his stand the representation of his soul, sometimes his lightning pigeon will want to cuddle with you. Unfortunately, Akira can't let it, or it would unwillingly shock you.

Like it or not, you're good friends with the Duwang Gang, and he'll deal with it. If you happen to go out together, he'll want to at least hold hands with you to not to feel alone.

Just keep him at a safety distance from Josuke and his best pal. Akira's willing to sincerely change, but he's done what he's done, and they aren't honestly willing to forget what happened to Keicho. Not now, at least. They'll accept him just for you, but don't get them close to each other. How to blame them.

Akira is not jealous, or at least not in a scary/obsessive way. But he has a strong jealousy towards other musicians. He'll make sure you still think he's the best.

He enjoys it a lot when you leave sweet kisses on his eye scar.

BONUS SCENE

"No."

"Please?" he puppy eyed you from under the blanket, munching on the popcorn you had prepared. "Just another time, come on..."

"Aki... it's the fourth time we watch One Hundred and One Dalmatians, this week." you said, getting on the couch with him. "Something different?" he pouted, and looked away. It was like dealing with a baby.

You smiled. He was a special man. Akira looked so tough in other people's eyes, probably because of his past. Little did other people know that in reality he was a pouty mess who liked to tease you with dumb and funny songs and watch an embarrassing amount of cartoons. You would have managed to make your friends understand how much was he trying to improve himself.

Your hands caressed his wavy and curly purple hair. He had washed it today, and you could feel it and smell it, a pleasant lavender scented shampoo. "I promise, we'll watch One Hundred and One Dalmatians next time, don't pout at me..." you caressed his cheek. "What about we don't watch anything instead? We're distracted by a cartoon every night, what if we cuddle and smooch a bit this time?"

"Smooch?" Akira repeated, looking at you as you wrapped your loving arms around his torso and nuzzled against his chest. His hands held you tight, he lowered his head to kiss you on your forehead. "Maybe the cartoons can really wait, huh..." the boy lay completely on the couch, as you climbed on him, and kissed him sweetly.

"I love you. I love you..." you giggled, kissing his lip, his cheek and his jaw. Akira smiled, but stared at the ceiling.

"This is good..." he caressed your back. "You might be the only one."

"Don't say it, Akira... Don't." you begged, holding him tighter.

"It's just the truth... I've done a lot of stupid shit... I only have you, in Morioh Cho." you huffed, and sat on his lap, him still laying down. You caressed his cheeks.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Aki. You're just improving yourself." your hand squished his soft skin. "You're pretty, you're smart, you're cute..." you raised an eyebrow. "You have a nice booty..." he giggled. Music for your ears.

"A nice booty won't make your friends accept me, y/n..." you leaned down and kissed him before he could say something more.

"Akira Otoishi." you played with a lock of his hair you loved so much. "You don't have to change for my friends. You have to change for yourself. And you're doing great, baby. You feel me?" he just nodded. "Good." You rested your forehead on his, gazing at the smile that was now appearing on his mouth. "Very good."

You kissed his cheeks once more, inhaling his delicate, perfect scent. You could tell he was stressed and tired, poor thing. As you held his hand to kiss it, a thought came to your mind, an idea to make him smile. Maybe he could be happier, like that. "So... Akira, love... wanna watch One Hundred and One Dalmatians?"

[bluebird722]

Bath, Earl Grey, and Sensuality

Pairing: Damian Wayne/Robin + Raven

Rating: T

Author’s Note: Supposedly takes place during or after Justice League Dark: Apokolips War. I’m not fully investing in Damirae just yet, but this is my first attempt at something that may lead to a bigger story. 

So imagine the war ends and at least Damian and Raven survive and rebuild the tower, from interior design to indoor plumbing, after any given time. Despite their victory, the two are inseparable and rely on each other’s company to help with the healing. The chance for romance begins to blossom…

For @tigerdude94, @rachelalghul, @chromium7sky, @lunastar92, @damnshipper, @dcgzilla, @quothxthexravenx, @dcdweeb, @grassfour, @xxitzmikoxx, @andthendk, @unk-vi, @ravenfan1242, @raventrigonsdaughter, and other Damirae shippers. (If I missed you, let me know for future stories!)

He shampooed her hair for her and carefully massaged the nape of her neck and behind her ears. When he was done, he gently pushed her forward, and she slid under the water, using one hand to rinse the suds from her locks. He hoped that she wouldn’t suspect his wish for her to accidentally lose her hold on the towel and expose her bosom to him. He replayed in his mind the image of her turned to face him when she asked him not to leave, how she had her upper body turned and he could see the curve and smoothness of her rear and thighs. 

To indicate how he felt, he lathered shampoo onto a washrag and rubbed over her back and shoulders, and then between her breasts and collarbone. She rinsed herself as he smoothed conditioner through her hair. As he waited for a minute to wash it out, he grazed his fingers over the murky bath water and closed his eyes to fantasize about being in the tub with her, holding her in his arms and indulging in this kind of intimacy. It was something his own parents had and never would have had, even if he wanted it for them. A kind of bitterness stabbed his heart to think that he was the product of rape, not love-making, and even worse that the girl in front of him was conceived in a similar way. 

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice her under the water again. When he snapped to his senses, she had her face poking from the surface and her elbows holding the towel in place. He dipped his hands under the water again to rub her hair and run his fingers down her strands. 

Even though she was done, she didn’t make an effort to drain the tub or notion a desire to leave. She stretched her legs and poked her toes from the water. “Something on your mind, Raven?” he asked. 

She took a deep breath. “Many things…” She took his hands to hold in hers. For a moment, he thought that she would let him touch her breasts over the towel. What did this mean? He looked away and tried to think about the rebuilding that the two of them were involved in, rebuilding the planet for the survivors so they could live in buildings and eat real food and have running water and no longer fear for their lives against Darkseid. He had her with him, and while it was nice to hold hands and smile, he didn’t push for anything, as it would have left him even more vulnerable to a personal loss.

After three minutes, she pushed herself up. “I should get out,” she said. 

His heart sank, but he agreed and unfolded a towel to hand to her. She let the purple one fall off her body as she wrapped the white one around herself, and he kindly wrapped a brown one around her hair. When she finished patting herself dry, he carried her bridal style to her room and laid her down on the bed that Lois and Clark had purchased for her, with bedding identical to the ones she had lost. She finished towel-drying her hair and untied the one around her body so she could change herself into a silk negligee with black lace straps and a skirt that reached two inches down her thighs. 

He mentally cursed and looked away. Not only did this make her too damn attractive, but he couldn’t tell if this was intentional him to see. Unsure of what to do next, he folded the towels onto his lap. “Anything else you need me to do?” he asked. 

“A cup of tea,” she said. “Earl Grey, lemon slice.”

After he left to boil water, she laid back and stared at the ceiling. She lost track of how long it had been since the fall of the Titans, easily the darkest day of her life. A new world to live in… None of the other Titans… Few of the Justice League… In that moment, even though she could not get close to her mother, she wished that the woman who birthed her was at her side to be a loving, doting mother. 

He returned with two cups of tea and stiffly sat at the foot of her bed. She drank half her tea in silence, as did he, until she finished hers and set it on the nightstand. He instead stared into his cup and replayed his predecessor’s death in his mind. It was losing Grandfather all over again but worse, because he did not have the hope that the Lazarus Pit would bring him back to life. He remembered feeling so helpless even if Nightwing was annoying at times, like a strict older brother.   

Then she took his teacup out of his hands. He turned to face her. “You were losing concentration,” she said with a shrug. “You don’t want to burn yourself.”

As she set the cup beside her own, he noticed a strap that fell off her shoulder. He instantly reached forward and put the strap in place, even though it only made her more like an erotic demon. Images came to him, images of the nightgown off her body, himself bare, the two of them under the sheets absorbed in kisses, his hands indulging in the smoothness of her supple skin, touching the parts of a woman that he would never have. 

Her eyes stared wide at him, and he worried that he mistakenly grazed over her breast and felt her nipple under the material. “You’re conflicted,” she said. “I can feel it.”

His stomach sank. He had forgotten about that. “I apologize,” he said coolly. What if she read his mind and could see him imagining her in the shower with him, kissing and soaked under the water pouring over them like rain?

“Damian…”

He took a shaky breath and moved his head, where she was sitting up, her legs over the edge of the bed. She cautiously reached for his face as though she were about to touch fire. When her lips parted, he inched forward into his first kiss. 

She tasted like Earl Grey and mint toothpaste. Luckily, she responded and wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his hands on her hip and shoulder to hold her better. 

She was the one who broke away, but he saw lust and curiosity in her eyes, so he knew there was no regret on her part. “How long have you felt this way?” she asked. 

“A while,” he responded. Then they kissed again and fell back onto her bed. Her breasts pushed against his chest, and he tried not to imagine what they looked like. She didn’t wrap her legs around his waist, which he was thankful for in case she would regret it. He raked his fingers through her hair and wrapped the strands around his fingers. 

Her arms slid from his neck so her hands could touch his shoulders. “May I…feel your back?” she asked. 

He uncoiled the hair from his hand and sat back, but he instead stripped off his turtleneck. A more powerful wave of lust filled her eyes, and she pulled him back for a more aggressive kiss. He didn’t think she was a virgin from the way she stroked up his spine and circled the small of his back. In response, he pushed his chest against hers and exhaled through his nose. She stopped kissing him, but he couldn’t tell if she was focused on how he breathed or was starting to regret this activity. 

“May I kiss…down your neck?” he whispered against her lips. He didn’t want to stop or lose her interest.

“Sure,” she breathed. He took his time down that curve, and she was so aroused from this. He smirked and pulled the strap from her shoulder to kiss the skin there.

Then she pulled away and yawned over his head. He immediately stopped. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. He knew that if he did, it might make for an awkward morning. 

She arched her back under him and tightened her arms around his back. “Stay here…for the night.” She looked into his eyes. “Stay here…with me.”

He pulled her up with one arm and pulled down the sheets with his free hand. She guided him under the sheets and pressed herself against his chest–his broad, muscular chest that was so smooth and warm. 

“Good night,” they whispered to each other. Ironically, he fell asleep while he smoothed his fingertips up and down her arm, but she stayed awake longer to think if they were to do more in the future. 

What if they woke up together and greeted each other with morning kisses that gradually grew? What if his hand slid up her thigh and under her negligee to feel her hip and waist in their natural smoothness? She knew her body well enough to know where he would have to touch her for an aroused reaction. If she had to choose, she would rather he feel her breasts before her crotch. She would let him touch her there but not go in her. First, after he felt her chest, she would let him see her bare breasts, her negligee down to her ribs. His mouth wouldn’t feel them yet, though. 

As for her, she wanted to trace every muscle in his arm and abdomen, feel with her fingertips and palms every curve and crease for him to hitch his breath and sharply exhale. If he let her touch him, she would only feel him but not pull on him or the flesh under it. 

If it led to naked kissing, she hoped that he wouldn’t want to go in her. It couldn’t be considered making love if they didn’t already have a deep appreciation for each other in their barest forms. It was something they needed to do more than once before they would go that far. Raven thought about naked kissing, her body on top of his, the two of them kissing and playing with each other’s hair, until she fell asleep.

[rainbowshawn]

Steam

Summary: You were asleep when Shawn came home from tour so the two of you make up for lost time in the shower.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, language

Word Count: 4.2k

Rolling out of bed was the last thing you wanted to do while you had the man you loved back home for the first time in months, lying beside you. You eye the stray eyelash resting on his rosy cheek and his plump, slightly chapped lips. He has the sheet draped carelessly over his lower half, a result of his warm body temperature in the night. He looked so peaceful like this, and you wanted nothing more than to embrace his first morning back home by cuddling up to him, but the shower was calling your name. You figure you won’t want to do it later anyway. With a huff, you stretch and stumble out of the warm bed and into the luxurious bathroom.

After a long week at work, you had accidentally fallen asleep before Shawn got home from his tour. You had been telling him about your less than wonderful week over facetime and he decided he would skip some studio days and catch a last minute flight home to you. Despite your protests, he was dead set on his plan; wanting nothing more than to be home to baby you.

After your hellish day at work yesterday, you were in desperate need of a shower. You feel the soreness in your legs from being on your feet for hours as you walk towards the mirror. You blink in disbelief as you took in your messy figure in the reflection. Makeup was smudged underneath your eyes, accompanied by your tangled up hair. A small snort leaves your lips as you eye the purple mark on your neck that Shawn so kindly left you last night after he had woken you up when he stumbled into your room, tripping over a shoe.

You were only awake for a few moments, sharing some sweet, sleepy kisses with the beautiful boy you got to call yours before slipping back into blissful sleep. Shawn frowned down at your sleeping face for a moment and he contemplated bugging you until you woke back up, but he ultimately decided that you really needed the sleep. He just curled up to you and embraced the feeling of you in his arms for the first time in months.

Once you finish brushing through your matted hair, you strip your clothes off and make your way into the shower, starting it up for a minute so it could reach your desired temperature. While you wait, you decide to grab one of the makeup wipes you had stored in one of your drawers and wipe the excess mascara off of your eyes to avoid feeling the stinging of it getting in your eyes in the water.

The glass door slides shut behind you as you hop in the shower and you sigh as you step into the steaming hot water. You crane your neck back as you shut your sleepy eyes, embracing the new-found warmth in the water. You thread your fingers through your hair, making sure your unruly locks were all saturated before grabbing your shampoo bottle and squirting some into your palm.

You breathe in the soft scent as your fingers start to spread the sudsy liquid through your tresses. The sound of the shower was just loud enough for you to be oblivious of the sleepy boy stumbling into the bathroom. Shawn eyes your silhouette through the fogged up glass and bites back a groan as he stretches before sliding the glass door to the side and stepping in behind you.

You jump a bit at the sound of him slipping in and peek behind you, sighing in relief once you see his gorgeous face peering down at you with a sleepy grin.

“Baaabe,” you whine, still working the shampoo into your hair, “you scared me.”

Shawn hums behind you, stepping closer to you before moving his hands to rest on your shoulders. His hands feel cold against your hot skin and you hiss a bit as you adjust to his temperature. You sigh as his strong hands begin to rub your tight muscles and his lips ghost across your ear.

“You weren’t in bed when I woke up,” he murmurs lowly in your ear, sending chills down your spine. His tone is still sleepy, but so damn sexy, and your stomach flutters at the sound. You bite your lip when you feel his lips start to work against your neck, sucking and nipping at your steamed skin.

His head pops up after a moment, taking notice to your still sudsy hair; and he shifts to start massaging your scalp himself. His fingertips slide tenderly through your wet locks and you hum at the sensation. He loves washing your hair for some reason; frequently begging to do it so you didn’t have to. Not that you ever put up much of a fight to that.

“M’sorry, I needed a shower” you whisper, tilting your head as he rubbed the nape of your neck, “Miss me?”

He wordlessly presses into you and you suddenly take notice to his painfully hard member pressing against your ass. Your head falls back against his shoulder with a gasp and his lips press against your damp cheek.

“What do you think?” he hums, teasingly.

You giggle bashfully, feeling the simmer from the blush creeping up your cheeks and bite at your lip as you lean into his embrace.

“Don’t like waking up without you next to me,” he murmurs into your ear before moving your body to stand under the stream of water and running his fingers through your hair to rinse the suds out.

“No?”

“Mm mm,” he shakes his head, gazing down at you with nothing but adoration swimming in them. “Especially not when it’s my first morning home.”

Your lip sneaks back between your teeth under his intense stare. His honey pot eyes are soft but somehow lustful. He wants to fall to his knees at the sight of your slick skin glistening in the light. Hungry eyes scan your delicate features before moving down to admire your body under the water. You gaze back, observing the water dripping from that one stubborn curl that always hung in front of his pretty face. His cheekbones are accentuated in the early morning light and his lean torso looks as tempting as ever. Your eyes drift lower, making your breath hitch as you admire his hard member standing at attention.

Subconscious hands move to ghost over his toned abdomen and your mouth drops open when his strong hands grip your hips and tug you into his firm body. His head drops to lean your foreheads together and you feel his lips tease yours.

“Now where’s my good morning kiss?” he whispers, toying with you.

You’re eager to give it to him, easily giving in to his plump, pink lips. The kiss is hungry, a burning passion igniting between you. His large hands trail greedily down to your ass, squeezing firmly. His member is pressed into your tummy and your small hand moves to graze against it. He nips at your bottom lip a bit, groaning at the contact in a feeble attempt to center himself.

Your hand wraps around him, beginning to pump teasingly slow before he turns and backs you up, pressing your back into the cold tile wall. A hiss escapes from your teeth as you adjust to the frigid temperature. His hands snake up your back, bringing warmth back into your skin and you moan against his lips.

“So fucking sexy,” he grunts as he moves down to nip at your neck, just below your ear. “Need you, lovey,”

Shawn’s hands graze up your sides quickly before landing on your tits. He palms you greedily before rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers. A groan tumbles from your lips at his teasing and your chest pushes out against him. His sloppy kisses trail lower and lower until his mouth latches onto your right nipple.

He sucks lightly, pulling sighs from you before letting it pop out of his mouth and moving to the other side. Your fingers tangle in his wet locks and tug as his hand trails to wrap your leg around his hip. His lips reconnect with yours, swallowing the gasp that leaves them as his long fingers trail your slit.

“This okay?” he searches for your consent, ghosting his fingertips across your heat.

“Mhmmm,” you whine, squirming under his stimulating touch.

“So fucking wet and I haven’t even gotten started with you,”

Shawn’s fingers dip just a little further inside, gathering your wetness on the tips of his fingers before swirling them over your swollen nub. Your whimpers escape your mouth haphazardly and he grins against your lips.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he whispers coyly in your ear, adding more pressure against your core. Your knees wobble a bit as your breath hitches in your lungs. Shawn wraps a strong arm around you, holding you in place, “I got you, love,”

Your heart thumps in your chest and you breathe deeply as you stare into his warm eyes that somehow look darker in this heated moment. His eyes fall to your swollen bottom lip tucked in between your teeth and his mind wanders off to devious places. He thinks of those pretty lips wrapped around him and he feels his aching cock twitch against you. A giggle escapes your chest when you take notice of his drifting mind and you shift to wrap your small hand around him once again.

You balance on the ball of your foot as his fingers work against you. Shawn’s mouth drops open slightly at the feeling of your small hand wrapped tightly around his thick shaft and a faint whimper escapes his lips.

Electricity is pumping through your limbs and you feel a lustful daze overwhelm your body as Shawn swirls his fingers directly on your sensitive nub. A gasp leaves your chest as he takes you by surprise, slipping two fingers inside of your dripping heat.

“Oh fuck,” you groan, gripping onto his waist for stability.

Shawn feels his member throb against your stomach but he’s far too wrapped up in your pleasure to care. All he wants is to please you; to remind you that the wait is worth it. He plans on making up for every single second he was gone.

“Gotta stretch my little love out,” he murmurs seductively into your ear, pumping you until he’s knuckles deep, “been a minute since you’ve taken my cock, hm?”

“Fuck, Shawn,” you whimper, biting down onto his shoulder, “please.”

“M’gonna make you feel so good, baby. Gonna make you cum all over me.”

Your knees wobble as his fingers dig into your spongy spot. Your whimpers are muffled into the crook of his neck and a shiver runs down his spine as he feels your shaking breath dance across his wet skin. A steady thump occupies your chest as you take ragged breaths in. Your eyes flutter shut, head falling back as you approach your blissful high.

“I can feel you getting tighter baby love,” he whispers, pressing sloppy kisses down your cheek and neck, “You close?”

“Mhm,” you whine, staring up at him with teary eyes.

“Wanna feel you cum on my cock,” he grunts, slipping his fingers out of you. You whimper at the empty feeling and your core throbs around nothing. He feels bad for edging you but he’s beyond eager to feel you after months of being gone.

“Fuck, Shawn p-please just give it to me,” you whisper tugging his hips closer to yours.

His grip on your leg tightens as his other hand takes hold of his aching length. He brushes it up and down your soaked heat, making sure you’re wet enough so he can slip in without hurting you. Once his cock is wet enough, he slips inside of you with a little pop.

You gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes as you feel the burning stretch of him sinking inside of you. You whimper for a moment, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for support.

“I know, honey, he soothes, “not used to it anymore, hm? M’not gonna hurt you, I promise.”

You know he wouldn’t. Every action reminded you of that.

Shawn’s fingertips brush a stray strand of wet hair behind your ear, blushing at the sight of your beautiful face. His mind goes blank, forgetting the rest of the world as he takes in this moment with you. His heart thrums in his chest at the thought of being the one to make you feel this good.

His daydream is interrupted when you wiggle a bit, silently giving him the ‘ok’ to move. He eases out of you slowly before sinking back in with a snap. You yelp as you feel him bottom out deep inside of your core. Every inch of him is buried inside of you and you’re shocked he hasn’t broken you.

“Oh my fucking god,” you gasp as he starts to pick up his pace, snapping his hips into yours.

He practically chews off his lip holding back choked groans as he feels your velvety walls tug him. Your slickness slides down his cock, dripping from his balls onto the wet tile floor. You’re so wet he’s almost having a hard time staying inside of you.

He fits perfectly inside of you, hitting every sensitive spot your body has. You feel perfect around him, warm and sopping. His mind stumbles to think straight, completely zoned in on your bliss. He lost in you and he doesn’t want to be found.

“Fucking christ,” he groans, holding you by your hips, “You’re so fucking tight around me, kitten. I barely even fit.”

No words seem to leave your lips, just incoherent blabbering as his pace quickens. You feel him deep in your core and you throb around him. Your nails dig little crescent moons into his skin, marking his back up. In return his teeth sink into the skin dressing your neck, sucking and leaving little patchy marks.

“You’re so fucking big Shawn, holy fuck,” you whimper and hang on tight to his figure. You’re in disbelief at his size every time you fuck after some time away from each other. You felt so full; so stuffed.

“What, did that pretty little pussy forget how to take my cock while I was gone?” he teases, beginning to draw circles on your clit as he feels you getting closer to the edge again.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you whimper, suddenly overwhelmed with the stimulation, “Don’t fucking stop.”

Your body shakes against the wall as your body coils and snaps suddenly, cumming all over his length. You moans have turned to little screams as you swim through your bliss. Huffs escape your chest and Shawn watches in wonder, feeling you throb tightly around him.

“So fuckin’ beautiful, love,” he whispers sweet words of endearment into your ear, pumping you through your intense high. “Missed this so much.”

Your senses are on overdrive, turning your brain to static. Your pulse pounds through your veins and you take deep breaths as you come

down from your high.

“Love you,” he smacks against your neck, kissing little stamps of love into your skin.

“Love you so much,” you blurt out with your eyes still screwed shut.

He gives you a moment to calm down, rubbing your sides soothingly. He continues to press kisses to your face before speaking softly,

“Think I can get you in bed? M’not done with you yet.”

And neither are you.

He shifts, turning the water off and opening the glass door of the shower. A small snack lands on your ass and you jump before stumbling out of the shower. He beats you to the towel rack, pulling the white cloth from the wall and draping it around your now shivering body. His hands move the towel around, soaking up the excess water dripping from your skin. Your bottom lip slots between your teeth as he crouches down and rubs the towel up and down your thighs, taking his time where he knows your skin is extra sensitive.

Once he pats you dry, his eyes catch yours and you watch as he leans in to press a kiss to your mound. You giggle and he smiles softly before raising himself back up to his feet. He wraps the towel around your soaking wet hair and squeezes some moisture out before tapping your bum and pointing to your bedroom.

He’s hot on your trail as you wobble over to the bed and once you’re at the edge, you spin to face him. He chuckles as your hands graze over his strong chest and he shoves you down gently, making you fall back onto the plush bed. You pull your knees up to your chest, keeping them tight together and wiggling back and forth on the bed while you giggle up at him.

“Spread those pretty legs for me, princess.” he murmurs, watching your every move with his hungry eyes.

Shawn feels his member ache at the sight of you spreading yourself open for him. His eyes trail up your slit, taking note of just how wet you really were. He really missed this.

He kneels at the edge of the bed and slowly crawls up your body, keeping his eyes focused on yours as he kisses up your thighs. You feel like prey underneath it’s predator's gaze and your pulse quickens. He watches your stomach clench as he gets closer and closer to your aching center.

“Just need a little taste,” he whispers, ghosting his lips across your slit. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his tongue poke out and trail up your core. He swirls it around your sensitive nub momentarily before sucking it up between his lips and releasing you with a quiet pop. He moans at the taste of you, wanting to absolutely devour all you had to offer him. But the aching in his member was proving to be rather distracting.

He presses a few more wet kisses to your center, watching as you writhe underneath him. Your head is tossed back in ecstasy and you’re so far gone you don’t even notice him trailing kisses back up to your lips.

“Gonna take me like a good girl?” he murmurs, lowering his weight onto you.

“Mhm,” you hum, eyes still closed as his lips work against your neck.

Your fingers tangle in his curls as you feel him line himself up with you, rubbing his tip up and down your wet slit before sinking back inside. You whine momentarily as your tummy cramps, still tight after your first orgasm.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ll be gentle,” he whispers, petting your hair and kissing your forehead. He gives you a moment to adjust once again before picking up his pace again.

Your legs are settled around his torso, holding him to your body. The two of you are occupied in a kiss, searing and passionate as he rocks in and out of you, rhythmically. The feeling of his weight on top of you is comforting and his body seeps warmth into yours. The push and pull of his length inside of you stirs butterflies in your tummy.

“Missed you so fuckin much, angel,” he whispers quickly, huffing out the words, “Don’t ever wanna go that long without you again.”

You cup his face, looking longingly into his hazel eyes and watching his curls bounce in front of his forehead. Your thumbs swipe across his rosy cheeks as you eye the beads of sweat rolling down his face.

“Love you so much, Shawny,” you whisper, bouncing on the bed as he collides into you.

“Love you more, princess,” he replies as he presses a sloppy kiss your lips before nuzzling his face into your neck and picking up speed.

Your body bounces on the bed from the force of his hips meeting yours, making your core meet his deep thrusts.

“This pussy was fuckin made for me,” he grunts; overwhelmed by your tight walls clenching on him.

He leans up, resting back on his heels as he presses your ankles apart, spreading you nice and wide for him. You moan loudly as he thrusts back in, impossibly deeper.

“God, you’re so fucking deep like this,” you whine, feeling every inch of his aching member slamming into you.

He feels himself twitch inside of you, divulging in the sight of your core wrapped around him. Memorizing what it feels like to store it away for a lonely tour night. A night when all he needed to de-stress was to be in you.

Your eyes screw shut and you drape your arm over your face as he pounds into you, effectively hiding from him. His hand moves to grab ahold of your jaw and move your head to face him.

“Look at me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, “Wanna see that beautiful face I missed so much.”

You blush under his loving gaze and tears prick at the corners of your eyes when you realize how deeply his affection runs for you. His love is patient; waiting weeks just to be with you. Never getting frustrated with your ever-changing moods. Never pushing you to do anything you don’t want. His love is kind; always being present and supportive, no matter the occasion or endeavor. Always giving you the assurance and reminders you need. His love for you runs to the deepest pit of his soul. It never falters.

“So good for me, lovey,” he whispers, beginning to rub your sensitive clit.

His fingers swirled against your nub, silently urging you closer to the edge for the second time this morning. Your walls instantly clench under his touch, squeezing him even tighter as he thrusts into you. The noises dripping from your mouth are sinful, bordering on unintelligible as your body shakes under him.

“Missed being in my girl. You feel so fuckin’ good wrapped around my big cock,” his hips quicken, ruthlessly slamming into you, “always take me so well.”

“S-Shawn I’m gonna cum,” you whine, grabbing onto him and pulling him to lean over you. Your arms wrap around his neck and your hands settle into his wet chocolate locks and tug as he digs deep inside of you. Your head spins as you feel your body winding up again.

“Hold it.” he asserts while continuing his brutal assault on your sensitive body.

“I can’t Shawn, please,” you beg, feeling the familiar build in your tummy.

“You can and you will.”

You whimper loudly, squirming underneath him as you grab at the bedsheets aimlessly. His calloused fingers rub at your slick nub and you clench down on his length even harder, trying to get him to cum with you.

His neck rolls as a deep moan rolls out of his pretty mouth.

“Ohhh my fucking god,” you whine, tugging on his hair so hard you’re sure you ripped some of it out.

His hips snap even harder, driving into you fervently. His fingers swirl around for another moment before he’s grunting, “Cum baby girl, cum for me.”

You scream out his name, digging your nails into his back as he rides out your euphoric highs. You see white as you throb around him, feeling him spurt his cum deep inside of you.

His jaw is slack, eyebrows knitted together as his eyes roll into the back of his head. He pulls out after a few moments of bliss before sinking back inside with a sharp thrust; pushing his cum in deeper.

“Good girl, that’s my good girl” he mumbles aimlessly as he lays on top of you, body completely worn out.

He props himself up on his elbows, leaning down to pepper kisses to your sweaty face. You giggle as he hums against your face, kissing you as many times as he possibly can. Little bits of love are left behind in his lips trail. Your smile only grows as he goes on.

“Missed you more than you know,” he whispers between kisses.

“Mmm not as much as I missed you,” you reply, petting his hair with your shaking hands.

“Not possible,” he mumbles into your neck where he had nuzzled into.

His weight was comfortable on top of you and you laid in silence for a few moments before you picked up the conversation again.

“Sorry I was asleep when you got home, I was excited to see you,” you whisper, feeling disappointed with yourself.

“Don’t worry about it, lovey. You had a long week,” he shifts up to look at you, brushing the stray hairs off your face, “I was just happy to be in the same bed as you again.”

You smile, humming as he pecks your lips.

“Now, I get you all to myself,” you giggle excitedly, pinching his rosy cheeks.

“All yours. Always.” he whispers, staring down at you with an introspective, loving gaze.

“All mine.”

You stare into his sweet eyes only for a moment before he flips you over unexpectedly, making a yelp jump from your lips.

“That was great and all,” he hums, pulling your face down to his as you straddle him, “but I think we still have a few months of kisses to make up for.”

[voltagesmutter]

The Making Of Helios

Wee bit of angsty 

Base of the idea of Kiro becoming fully fledge Helios

*Spoilers in reference to Helios and other characters with in, so please don’t read for main plot spoilers*

“Miss Chips my hair!” You laughed, coming out of the bathroom, your sun kissed blonde hair had a silver tint to it. 

“How long did you leave that shampoo on for!” She giggled in response, running her fingers through your blonde silver streaked hair.

“I- I kinda lost track, the timer went off but I was lost in these cute dog videos I forgot,” You blush slightly as she continued to laugh, her voice sending tingles of happiness throughout out you, a woman who loved you for you and not because of your name or status. 

“Oh Kiro,” She sighs, you sat down on the bed as she stand in front of you, wrapping her arms around you, “My not so blonde bombshell, what ever will I do with you,”.

“Does it look that bad?” You meekly ask, Savin would kill you for ruining your trademark hair.

“No actually, I think it makes you look slightly dangerous,” Her voice teases with a mischievous glint in her eyes, “Rather sexy actually,”.

“Hey!” You pout, “Don’t you always think I’m sexy?”. You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her forward slightly so she falls on top of you with a giggle.

“That is a very true point Mr. Superstar, it’s only purple shampoo, give it a good wash and it will come out, I did the same thing before and sent my hair lavender for a day,” She laughs, resting her hands on your chest as you eyes meet, a small blush hovering over her cheeks. 

“Well I guess I’ll need your help in the shower then,” You tease, sticking your tongue out as you lift up, holding her in your arms as you make your way to the bathroom.

---

Being away on tour heavily took its toll on you, endless swabs of fans lingering wherever you went, all night performances that rolled on and on each other, physical training and well produced diets, no snacks whatsoever, but the worst. The worst was being away from Miss.Chips, your heart ached and longed for her, every piece of your body craved her, all you wanted was for her to be here with you. Not being able to speak to her, the three months you had been away and strained your relationship to almost breaking point, her tears as she sobbed down the phone on the voicemails she sent you broke every fibre of your body. You listened to each one, unable to find the time to reply, listening to her voice for some homely comfort.

“Hey Superstar, I saw you on the news this morning, I’m so proud of you, I wish I could be there to celebrate the start of your tour! But we know Savin wouldn’t be too happy over that, knock them dead Kiro! I love you”.

“Hey honey! I know you're busy with the tour, I just miss you so much, I’m so proud of you Kiro,”.

“Heyyyyyy! It’s my Kiro! I’m a little drunk *hiccup* but it’s okay because it’s my birthdaaaaay, I wish you was here to sing to me, I’m really lonely without you. Gavin came over and brought a cake, do you know what I wished for? *A slight pause and a giggle comes from you* I wished for you to come home because I miss you so much, oh what? Karaoke? Hell yes, sorry I gotta go! Bye Kiiiiro,”.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t release I rang you last night, Anna promised to take my phone of me, god I’m so embarrassed, but I guess this hangover serves me right aha, I hope your okay, I miss your voice,”. 

“So, you’ve been gone a whole month and I’ve not heard a word from you, I guess you must be swept off your feet! I saw a dog today dressed in a batman costume and I took a photo for you! I hope you like it,”.

“Hey… I haven’t heard of you at all, I just want to check you're okay? I miss you…”.

“*Sobbing* I had such a terrible day, I really need you Kiro, it was so awful, my presentation crashed and we almost lost a huge investment, Victor yelled at me and I was-... I just wanted to come home and see you, please Kiro I need to hear you,”.

“So… I know you’ve only got 6 weeks left on tour… this has been the hardest 6 weeks of my life, not hearing anything from you… *A faint broken laughter* Maybe I should join your fan-club live streams just to be able to hear your voice… but it’s not the same, seeing you live and chatting to your fans… whilst I’m here waiting to hear anything from you… Sorry, I shouldn’t be like that… it’s just really hard *A broken sob* I’ll… I’ll see you soon,”.

“You remember when you accidentally dyed your hair silver with that purple shampoo? Well guess who did the same by mistake today, I put in my hair and fell asleep, I’m exhausted, Victor’s got me working almost double time but I guess the distraction is nice… I guess I won’t hear a word off you until your home,”.

“Hi… I just… *There's a long pause* Nothing, it doesn’t matter,”.

“So there's just over a month to go til your home, I hope you don’t go on tour soon after…”.

“So I’m off out with Gavin and the others tonight, I got a raise at work for all my hard work and I want to celebrate, Victor even praised me in person! I would wait for you to come to celebrate but I’m too excited!”.

“I’m so proud of your touring *Hiccup* but this is killing me Kiro, *Slurred* I’m so lonely it hurts, *Hiccup* Do you even miss me? I-... I *Deep breath followed by sobs* I’ve heard nothing from you yet I see you on live streams everyday, I feel so stupid Kiro, I’ve not even had a text from you this whole time… I dont- I don’t know if I can do this”.

“So… I don’t know you got my message or not last night… I’m sorry I was really drunk… But… but it’s true Kiro, this is only a mini tour, what happens on a longer one and I don’t hear from you for over 8 months… I can’t do this again Kiro, please i just need to talk to you…”. 

“Kiro… we really need to talk, please, please, please, ring me,”.

“So your coming back in  2 weeks… so you know that night out from 3 weeks ago… I… *Sigh* Gavin kissed me… I pushed him back but I just wanted you to know…”.

“*Heavy sobbing* I can’t do this Kiro… I can’t handle feeling as if you’ve disappeared from my life…”. 

It killed you hearing the pleas in her voice, how she started out so cheerful and bubbly, to then being so broken. Hearing her cries and not being able to comfort her, the pain of not being there for her birthday or celebrating her promotion, knowing how much she wanted you there. But the last few messages split your heart into pieces, you knew Gavin had feelings towards her and was praying on her being so vulnerable, how dare he kiss her! It had sent blood boiling through your veins, you almost cancelled the whole tour to go back to her but Savin would not allow it, it would ruin your career. But it was worth it, it was worth it all for her. 

You sobbed at her last message, was she leaving you? Why was you so selfish to do this tour, you did it without even asking her just presuming she would come with you, however she couldn’t, her reality of work was unable to co-side with the tour. Maybe if you asked her and planned it differently she could have come with you, then she wouldn’t be sat at home crying alone heartbroken… 

When the tourbus pulled up outside her apartment your feet barely touched the floor racing out of the door and up the stairs of the building. You took out your key to her apartment, slowly creeping in as it was 1 am, pushing the door open but feeling your heart break. She was fast asleep on the sofa, you could see she had been crying from the slickness that trailed under her eyes, you was meant to see her tomorrow but wanted to surprise her and come to her straight away. 

“Miss.Chips,” You so softly whisper, inching yourself close, your heart filling with pure admiration until a shadow beside you stopped you. A hand over your mouth silenced your muffled scream as they shadowy figure throws you outside, them behind you as you watch the door shut silently, Miss.Chips innocently sleeping away disappeared from your view.

“Jesus Kiro! What are you doing here?” A voice spat from behind as they released you and you turned to see Gavin, anger pumping violently coursing through your system at the sight of him.

“Me! I am here to see my girlfriend! The fuck are you doing here!” You yelled in a hushed whisper, seeing red at the man who had made a pass at your girlfriend.

‘Girlfriend? Really Kiro? Is she?” He spat, “Because you went and toured for three months and forgot about her! You didn’t even send her a text, nothing!”.

“I was on tour! I barely had time to even breath! But I heard about everything, so again the fuck are you doing here”.

“Everything now? Really? Did she tell you when she rang me at 2 am crying because she was so upset you left the first night? How she felt so guilty for not wanting you to go but didn’t want to be selfish! Or how she was threatened at work? Did she tell you that? When she was threatened and beat up by a psycho who broke into the studio? No, she didn’t and you know why? Because she didn’t want to be selfish for making you feel bad you weren't there!” Gavin snapped, his eyes were glinting with anger at each word. 

“She was threatened…?” You felt your heart sink into your stomach, she hadn’t told you out of worry for you…

“So don’t come racing in after three months Kiro pretending to be the hero,”.

“But it’s okay because you were here to pick up the pieces? She told me that you kissed her, so you took advantage of her when she was vulnerable,” You challenged.

“It was a drunken mistake, she was upset, heart broken she hadn’t heard a thing of you, she might as well be single after the way you disappeared, but I bet she didn’t tell you she hesitated before pulling away, no I thought not, I might not be the knight in shining armour in that story but at least I was there,”. Gavins words sinking deep into you, clouding your judgement, did Miss.Chips really feel that heartbroken and alone she had seeked comfort with him? 

You stood square with Gavin, you just wanted to punch that smug grin of his face, your hands tightly scrunched into balls by your side. 

“Gave are you out here-” Bella’s voice sleepily grumbled as she opened the door, “I couldn’t see you insi- Kiro!”. She gasped when she saw you, her face turning slightly white as you turned to see her. She looked fragile, she looked so thin and small from when you last saw her, she skin was pasty. She barely looked like the Miss.Chips you left behind.

“Hey…” You softly smile and make your way to her but she steps back.

“Hey? Fucking hey Kiro!” She cries, “3 months of nothing and all you say is hey!”. 

“Miss.Chips, please- I,” You hold a hand to her but she bats it away, your heart breaking at the hurt in her face.

“I want you to leave, I can’t do this right now,” She meekly whispered, she looked exhausted. 

“Leave,” You turn to Gavin but he refuses.

“I meant you Kiro,” She sobs, refusing to look at you. You try to step forward but Gavin grips you tightly.

“She said leave,” He says through gritted teeth, with a tightening hold on your arm. You look at Bella, but she turns away, retreating back into her apartment, your heart shattering into thousands of pieces like broken glass. Your selfishness, your lack of consideration towards her and her feelings, you and only you had caused this. You had potentially lost the love of your life and it was all your fault. 

Walking back in the rain, it made you feel numb, nothing could take away the guilt you felt for causing this. You missed her more than anything, more than words could say, you didn’t deserve her at all, she deserves someone better; dare you say it, she deserved Gavin, at least he was there for her. The anger inside you built up and up, bubbling inside you like a volcano ready to implode. She was no longer yours, the way her broken face couldn’t even meet your gaze, you ruined her because you was selfish and didn’t think twice how being away for so long would impact her. It was all your fault. The anger inside gushed through your veins, a tingling sensation of white pain seared through you making you drop to your knees with a yell of agony. The white hot pain burned you inside, feeling like your blood and skin was on fire. A scorching pain flinted over your eyes, your hair on your scalp blistering with torture. Throwing your head back and screaming in pain, it ended as fast as it started. 

No longer did you feel the sweetness you normally did, your characteristic ways disappearing into the wind, no trace of Kiro left behind. You embodied the darkness, embracing it’s warmth, letting it surge through your body accepting it with no fight. No more were the emotions of guilt, of hurt, all you felt was anger and rage, caring no more for anything or anyone. 

“My, my, I though you’d never turn,” A stranger's voice called to your from the shadows.

“Who's there?” Your head turns to try to identify the voice.

“Don’t worry, I’m here to help,” Lucien stepped outside the shadows with an umbrella, a cold grin on his face.

“What do you want,” You spat, as he loomed closer.

“You,” His eyes staring down at you, “We’ve been waiting for you Helios,”.

“I am not him!” You rebelled, jumping to your feet and getting in his face.

“My dear fool, look at yourself,” He says as he holds up a hand held mirror from his pocket, “Tell me, what do you see?”. You gaze into the mirror but your blue eyes and blonde hair didn’t reflect, instead ice grey eyes and silver hair reflected back.

“Kiro is gone, you are now forever Helios,” Lucien grinned, taking the mirror away, 

“What happened?” You questioned.

“The rage inside you triggered your evolver powers to evolve, Helios’s power was too strong for you to share the personality with Kiro, so naturally the latter is no more. It’s time for you to take your place amongst us, it’s time Helios,”.

“I won’t hurt her, I refuse,”.

“You can do as you please with your pet, after we take what we need from her and that no-good sniffing cop,”.

“You swear you will not harm her, you swear to me now,”.

“You have my word Helios, but him, you can do as you please, but now come, we must leave. Black swan needs you,”.

Bella’s faith was unclear, the growing threat of Helios looming over her with no-unknown knowledge of what had happened to Kiro. The bright sun had vanished from her life and the world, leaving only darkness behind. Her efforts to reach out for Kiro was futile but she had no idea he was truly removed from her life, that Kiro was no more, only Helios remained.

[ladycadencetalle]

@honorablescythecurie this is 2755 words long

as usual please don't rb or say anything until it's posted on main-

Gina was pissed, to say the least. Stupid, oblivious Leo, and stupid, oblivious her. What a pair.

Leo had always been oblivious, so she really couldn’t blame him, but it was her mistakes that really set her off. Sure, they were her mistakes, but that didn’t make them sting less.

Put it out of your mind. That’s over now, and now we can… try again.

After they’d left, she and Sammie had decided that they should go to Gina’s, just to hang out. The only reason Gina had agreed was because she knew her dad had taken her youngest siblings to their grandma’s, and the oldest two of her younger siblings wouldn’t bother her. They might have even gone over to a friend’s house, leaving the Weathers residence vacant.

“So, what did you think? Salt & Pepper, it was good, right?” she asked, hoping to break the tension that had formed.

“Yeah, it was pretty good! Leo was right, the mocha was pretty good.”

She knew Sammie didn’t mean any harm, but hearing Leo’s name brought a bitter taste to Gina’s mouth. She did her best to swallow it before asking, “Have you ever dyed your hair?”

So she was taking the easy way out of discussing what had happened at the café. There was nothing wrong with that, especially because Gina wasn’t entirely sure what had happened, but they didn’t need to talk about it. Right now, she needed a distraction, something guaranteed.

“Uh, no, I haven’t,” Sammie admitted. “I never had the chance, I guess.”

“How would you feel about maybe, I dunno, doing that at my house?” Gina asked. “I’ve got a couple colours. I accidentally bought some for light hair, too, so that’s been sitting in my closet for a while now.”

Sammie hesitated. Gina could tell she wanted to, but still. It wasn’t something most people did on the fly. Changing your colour was one thing, but doing it for the first time was usually a bigger decision.

“You don’t have to,” Gina added. “Or we can do just like, a little bit. Streaks or ends or-” She gasped. “Under layer would look so good!”

With that, Sammie seemed won over. “Why not? What colours do you have?”

“For light hair, I think pink and blue. And then I have some that’s for darker hair, purple and green and red. And brown. I dunno. Probably pink or blue for you.”

“Pink, for sure.”

“Good, because we’re here,” Gina said as they pulled into her driveway. She quickly parked outside and hopped out of the car. “Do you want a soda or something? We’ve got some in the garage.”

She led Sammie into the garage and to an old, white fridge. Sammie pulled it open and Gina grabbed a Sprite. “Go on, you can take something.”

Sammie grabbed a Sprite of her own before closing the fridge. Gina then pulled open the door to the back hall, a tiny doorway that led into the kitchen. “Shoes on or off?” Sammie asked.

“Either one,” Gina said. “I keep mine in my room.” She then bolted upstairs. “My room’s up here.”

As Gina walked down the narrow hallway, she suddenly felt very… inadequate. Everything seemed too small, too dirty, too embarrassing. It never felt like this when Mally or Andre were over, because they’d been coming over since they were little. But somehow, Sammie seeing it for the first time as a high schooler, the most judgemental group of people on the planet, terrified Gina. What if this was it? Maybe Sammie would stop hanging out with her. Plus, there was the added terror of having your crush see your bedroom. That usually didn’t happen so early, did it?

Gina ran out of time to go over worst-case scenarios as she opened her bedroom door. Luckily, she’d cleaned up a bit before going to pick Sammie up, so it wasn’t too bad. Her bed was made, there were no dirty underwear on the floor, and the dresser was organised.

“Aww, your room is so cute!” Sammie said as Gina stepped out of the way to let her in. “The nail polish is so fun!” She pointed to the row that Gina had lined up in colour order. There were only maybe a dozen bottles, but they took up a decent amount of room on her dresser.

“Thanks,” Gina said as she internally sighed a sigh of relief. “Maybe we can paint our nails later, if we have time.”

“That would be fun,” Sammie agreed.

Gina could tell that there was something Sammie wasn’t saying, but she decided not to push. “Okay, here’s the hair dye,” she said as she opened her closet and grabbed a small plastic basket off the floor. “Here’s the pink.”

She tossed the box to Sammie, who caught it with ease. “Should we do this in the bathroom, and do you have some old towels?”

“Yeah, they’re right here.” She reached into her closet again and grabbed two stained towels. “I know they look gross but they’re clean, I promise. I just washed them.”

“That’s okay,” Sammie said as she took one of the towels from Gina. “Here, you put the basket away. Where’s your bathroom?”

“Right next door, first door on the right,” Gina said, sliding the basket back and closing her small closet. She followed Sammie into the bathroom.

“Okay, what’s first?” asked Sammie as she opened the box.

“You should wash your hair. I can do that in the sink, and then I have some clips in the sink so we only dye the bottom layer.”

“Alright, I’m doing this!” Sammie said as she placed one of the towels around her neck like a cape.

“We’re doing this! Here, I’m gonna go grab a chair so you can sit by the sink,” Gina said. She ran back downstairs to the garage, grabbed an old folding chair, and brought it back up. When she got back to the bathroom, she found that Sammie had found a handful of hair clips in a drawer and had pulled the gloves out of the box.

“Here.” She set the chair down facing the wall. “Sit.”

Sammie sat as Gina grabbed her shampoo and conditioner from the shower. She put them on the counter next to the sink and turned the water on. “Sit back so your hair’s actually in the sink.”

Gina could see Sammie hesitate. “Hey, it’s not too late to chicken out. I still haven’t been able to do Mally’s. You’re fine if you don’t wanna do it.”

“No, I wanna,” Sammie said. “I’m just nervous.”

“Don’t be! This stuff is only semi-permanent anyways, so it won’t last for more than six weeks, if you wash it the same amount as usual.”

Gina could see Sammie take a deep breath before sitting back. “Let’s go!”

She placed Sammie’s hair in the sink and started washing it. “So, how do you like it here?”

“I like it. It’s different from where I lived before, but I like the people here. I think I found a good group, y’know?”

“Yeah, I get that,” Gina said as she started adding shampoo. “Good crew. I’ve known Mally and Andre since elementary school. I think we’re all pretty likeable.”

“Yeah, and the other people in my classes are nice, too,” Sammie said. “Not that I’d hang out with most of them, but they’re nice.”

“Mhm,” Gina said absentmindedly as she rinsed the shampoo and started combing conditioner through Sammie’s hair.

“I can’t wait to just get to know more people, you know? Like I’ve been talking with some of my other classmates and I forgot how fun it is to talk to different people and get their perspectives on things.”

“Yeah,” Gina agreed. “Sit up, your hair is clean. I gotta dry it a bit.”

Sammie leaned forward in the chair as Gina pulled the towel that was sitting on her shoulders up to rub her hair dry. “I’m overall liking it here. I was nervous, but everyone has been really nice and no one’s really bullied me or anything.”

“Yeah, most of the people at our school are nice. It’s actually not too bad. I’ve heard South is way more toxic than our school.” Gina grabbed the clips and then pulled a comb out of one of the drawers. “Hold these,” she said, handing the clips to Sammie. She then ran the comb around Sammie’s head, grabbing the top section with one hand and a clip with the other. “Turn around, does that look good?”

“Yeah, that’s not too much,” Sammie said as she looked in the mirror.

“Okay, I’m gonna straighten out the part there then. Uh, you can continue what you were saying,” Gina said as Sammie turned back to face the wall.

“It’s just a decent environment, better than my old school. Even the worst people here are generally better than at my old school.”

“Yeah,” Gina said. “Okay, hair dye next. You ready?”

“Do it.”

“Okay,” Gina said as she slid on the gloves and opened the package of dye. She mixed it up and started scooping small handfuls onto Sammie’s hair. “Yeah, I’d say the worst person at our school is probably Logan, and she’s pretty bad, so the people at your school must have been terrible.”

“She’s not that bad,” Sammie said. “She’s in my English, and she seems pretty nice.”

“Trust me, she’s not.” Gina combed her fingers through Sammie’s hair. “She’s rude and a bully.”

“Huh, I haven’t seen that,” Sammie admitted. “She seems pretty… normal, I guess.”

“Don’t hang out with her, trust me. Mally and Andre can vouch for me. Just don’t.”

“Okay, I guess I can do that.”

They sat in silence, Gina combing her fingers through Sammie’s hair to make sure it was fully covered. “Your hair looks good, now we wait,” she said, pulling the gloves off and throwing them in the garbage next to the toilet. “Uh, do you wanna do nails while we wait?”

“Sure,” Sammie said. “I can do yours, if you go grab colours.”

Gina nodded before heading back to her room. That was… strange, right? How Sammie had talked about Logan? What was up with the two of them, anyways? Gina wasn’t sure, but hopefully it was just a misunderstanding on Sammie’s part. Logan was bad news, and the two of them hanging out was worse news.

She grabbed a couple colours; sparkly black and her favourite purple. She brought them back to the bathroom and sat down on the floor in front of Sammie. She’d been doing something on her phone while Gina was in her room, and Gina sat for a moment before she put her phone away. “Sorry, I had to respond to a couple messages.”

“That’s okay. Here, here’s my colours.” She put one hand up and Sammie opened the bottle of purple. She started applying the colour with an ease Gina had never been able to master.

“Here, we can listen to music,” Gina said as she pulled her phone out of her pocket with her free hand. She opened her Spotify and scrolled through her playlists until she found one that wouldn’t totally embarrass her.

“Oh, this is a bop,” she said as the first song came on.

“Oh, yeah!” Sammie said, grinning. She started singing along. “You would not believe your eyes…”

Gina joined in. “If ten million fireflies…”

“Lit up the world as I fell asleep,” they sang in unison. They sang the whole song, relishing each other’s company. By the time the song was over, the first coat on Gina’s nails was finished, and Sammie was on the second coat.

“That was good,” Sammie said, almost breathless.

“Yeah,” Gina laughed. “Ooh, this next one is good. I’ve been cheated by you since I don’t know when…”

“So I made up my mind, it must come to an end,” Sammie joined in. She finished the final coat of polish on Gina’s nails before the song ended.

“Alright, your nails are done, just let them dry and we can rinse my hair.”

“The bottom drawer on your left, there’s a hair dryer. We can dry my nails faster,” Gina said. She paused the music as Sammie plugged it in. She put her hands out in front of her as Sammie turned it on and aimed it at Gina’s nails.

They sat in relative silence, the only noise being the hair dryer. Not quite silence, but one sound enveloping the small room. After about five minutes, Sammie turned it off and said, “Try that.”

Gina tentatively touched her pinky nail. “Dry,” she said, standing up. “Now for your hair.”

She turned the sink back on as Sammie leaned back once more. Gina combed her fingers through Sammie’s hair, turning the water in the sink bright pink. After a few minutes of rinsing, she said, “I think you’re good. Let’s blow it dry.”

Sammie handed her the dryer from where it had been sitting in her lap. Gina switched it on and started blow drying her friend’s hair. She pulled the clip out and ran her fingers through until she determined it was dry. Gina turned off the hair dryer and unplugged it. “Ready for the final reveal?”

Sammie nodded with a nervous smile. She stood up and turned around. “Oh my gosh I love it!” she cried. “It’s so beautiful! Thank you!”

Gina smiled. “It turned out nicely,” she said. “Not gonna lie, I was a bit nervous too.”

“You were?” Sammie asked. “You did it so well! I can’t stop looking at it!”

“Ah, it was nothing. But my nails! You made it look so easy! I always get it all over my fingers and then have to wipe it off.”

“I did my nails a lot in middle school.”

“Makes sense.” They stood in awkward silence for a moment before Gina added, “We should clean this up, and it’s getting late. I can drive you home.”

“Yeah, you’re right. A ride would be great.” Sammie grabbed the towel and the chair and asked, “Where do these go?”

“Uh, the towel can go on the hook behind the door there,” Gina pointed. “And the chair goes in the garage. Do you mind taking it down there while I finish cleaning up the garbage?”

Sammie nodded and took the chair downstairs. Gina grabbed the rest of the garbage, threw it away, and brought the nail polish and the rest of the hair dye back to her room. She set them on her dresser and ran downstairs.

“C’mon, let’s go,” she said to Sammie as she entered the garage. She hopped in the driver’s seat as Sammie climbed in next to her.

“This was fun,” Sammie said Gina started backing out.

“Yeah, it was.” Gina realised this was the perfect time to admit something that had been pulling at her stomach all week. “Uh, Sammie, uh, I dunno how to say this. It’s only been, what, a week since you came, but I really-” She stopped herself and swallowed.

“I like you.”

The words hung there, suspended between them for what felt like an eternity. Gina couldn’t take her eyes off the road, wouldn't let herself. She was scared, but she couldn't take the words back.

Sammie gulped loudly enough for Gina to hear before saying, “I think I might like you.”

They didn’t live far apart, and that short ride had already brought them into Sammie’s driveway. Gina parked and neither girl said anything. She turned to face Sammie and saw Sammie staring at her.

Gina could see Sammie unbuckle her seatbelt, but nothing could have prepared her for Sammie to lean over and kiss her. It was so sudden, she hadn’t even registered what was happening until it was over. Sammie had opened the door and was climbing out of the car.

“Bye!” she called as she slammed the door shut and ran into the house, and just like that, she was gone.

Gina sat there, absolutely shocked. Of all the things she had expected to happen that day, that was not one of them. But Ssmmie had disappeared inside. There was nothing for Gina to do except drive home and hold the secret tight. That experience, that moment, was going to stay in this car, and Gina couldn't do anything about it, so she didn’t try to fight it. Instead, she drove home and tried not to think about it. After all, what else could she do?

[chaoticghost21]

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Oh shit, that's all of them. Ya know what, its midnight and I'm really fuckin stoned let's do this motherfuckers1. What is you middle name?Cheyann2. How old are you?18 (19 in less than a month)3. When is your birthday?April 22 4. What is your zodiac sign?Taurus but on the cusp of aries and Taurus 5. What is your favorite color?Probably blue or purple 6. What’s your lucky number?217. Do you have any pets?5 dogs8. Where are you from?Oregon in the us9. How tall are you?5'510. What shoe size are you?10 in women's11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?9 i think but they all have holes in then and are ratty (other than my vans and my brown boots that are technically my mom's but they're mine now) so i really only wear one pair of converse12. What was your last dream about?All Time Low broke up and I had a meltdown public. like in this dream i fell to the ground screaming no and i was in public then yelled that this day was worse than March 2213. What talents do you have?I can draw, paint, bake, craft, play flute, sing, write, and compose music14. Are you psychic in any way?Possibly, I've definitely had some moments but idk15. Favorite song?THIS IS THE HARDEST QUESTION EVER. FAVORITE SONG IN GENERAL? RIGHT NOW? WHAT? HOW DO I ANSWER??? UMMMM SUMMER STAINED BY BROADSIDE BECAUSE ITS BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE IT16. Favorite movie?Either The Lovely Bones or The Perks of Being a Wallflower17. Who would be your ideal partner?I have no idea but can they be respectful, nice, have musical ability, and a good sense of humor please?18. Do you want children?Yes but I want to adopt19. Do you want a church wedding?No20. Are you religious?Nope21. Have you ever been to the hospital?Yes, many times, sadly22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?Yes, when I was little me, my older cousins, and their friends got yelled at by cops for not having bike helmets but me being me I said I didn't actually live anywhere around there and my helmet was at home and this wasnt my bike (all true) so the cops let me go back to my aunts house while they continued to yell at the other kids23. Have you ever met any celebrities?Yeah, I met Tim, the bass from Home Free24. Baths or showers?Showers 25. What color socks are you wearing?They are Gryffindor colors26. Have you ever been famous?No but I've been on the news many times (i wanna be famous though)27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?Yes, i would love to be because i wanna hello people with my music the way music helped me 28. What type of music do you like?Like rock and any subgenre of rock (pop punk, punk, alternative, metal, post hardcore, etc)29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?Nope30. How many pillows do you sleep with?4 because that's all i have, sadly 31. What position do you usually sleep in?On my right side32. How big is your house?Small. We have 3 rooms but they're all small with tiny bathrooms, tiny kitchen, and tiny living room. I hate that all i have in my room is a queen size mattress and I barely have room for anything else33. What do you typically have for breakfast?Nothing34. Have you ever fired a gun?Yes, a few times35. Have you ever tried archery?No, i was offered the chance but i was too pissed off at the person to take them up on their offer36. Favorite clean word?POMEGRANATE37. Favorite swear word?Either motherfucker, asshat, or shitass38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?Over a week39. Do you have any scars?Yeah, on my hand, legs, and belly button (hand: idk, i accidentally stabbed a pair of scissors into my hand while craftingLegs: I'm really jumpy and someone threw a remote past me to someome else and i was sitting on the arm of the couch and fell off when i flinched and landed into 2 plastic storage boxes 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?No, people don't like me that much41. Are you a good liar?Yep, I've lied a lot in my life and no one knows 42. Are you a good judge of character?Sometimes43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?When I talk a lot I accidentally go into an Australian accent and I don't know why or how. I can also do a southern and British 44. Do you have a strong accent?Nah dude, pacific west coast, we don't got that much of one45. What is your favorite accent?AUSTRALIAN OR IRISH46. What is your personality type?idk my dude 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?My prom dress from 3 years ago 48. Can you curl your tongue?Nope49. Are you an innie or an outie?Innie50. Left or right handed?Right51. Are you scared of spiders?Terrified52. Favorite food?Pizza or teriyaki chicken53. Favorite foreign food?If what I get at my local sushi place is considered foreign then that54. Are you a clean or messy person?Messy. I'm so cluttered and scattered its not even funny55. Most used phrased?I'm gonna play this song 56. Most used word?Fuck57. How long does it take for you to get ready?15 minutes without makeup or making my hair look nice anywhere from an hour to 2 of I wear makeup and make my hair look nice58. Do you have much of an ego?No, I pretend to though. Fake confidence helps me59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?Suck but sometimes I get bored and decide to cronch60. Do you talk to yourself?Yes, I sometimes need expert advice and no one else I know is smart enough to give it to me (aka what I say to assholes who mock me for talking to myself lol)61. Do you sing to yourself?ALWAYS. I sing without knowing62. Are you a good singer?I think so, I meann that's what I wanna nake a career out of so I hope I am63. Biggest Fear?Dying without making an impact or difference in the world or not accomplishing my dreams64. Are you a gossip?No, unless you screw me over65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?Idk whats considered drama, other than Disney movies, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Lovely Bones, and Tolkien movie, and a few others I really only watch horror movies66. Do you like long or short hair?Looonnggg (I cut my hair short when I was little and it never grew back the same and I hate it)67. Can you name all 50 states of America?I think so but don't ask me ANYTHING about capitals 68. Favorite school subject?Music69. Extrovert or Introvert?An extroverted introvert ( I'm pretty introverted but it really depends on my mood)70. Have you ever been scuba diving?Nope71. What makes you nervous?Everything72. Are you scared of the dark?Yes73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?Sometimes74. Are you ticklish?VERY75. Have you ever started a rumor?No76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?No unless you count me being the leader of my choir, the flute section, and my old friend grouo77. Have you ever drank underage?Yeah which is how we found out I'm allergic to alcohol78. Have you ever done drugs?If marijuana counts then yes (I'm under the influence right now)79. Who was your first real crush?No one, I've never actually has one80. How many piercings do you have?None81. Can you roll your Rs?“No82. How fast can you type?Idk, pretty fast though (taking typing classes all elementary school helped that. They got tired of us so they made us do Mavis Beacon so they could get away from us and not have to teach us)83. How fast can you run?Not very, I have shitty knees and can barely walk (not a joke)84. What color is your hair?Really faded red but will be bright blue soon85. What color is your eyes?Green86. What are you allergic to?A LOT. Cats, alcohol, dairy products (lactose intolerant), pollen, like 5 different kinds of weeds, grass, a little bit to dogs, i think I'm a little bit to weed, bed bugs, dust, mold, flea shampoo, and I think that's it87. Do you keep a journal?No88. What do your parents do?Watch TV and smoke weed89. Do you like your age?Eh not really I'm almost 19 and haven't accomplished anything, no job, can't drive, still in high school90. What makes you angry?Many many things. Disrespect of any form is the biggest one though91. Do you like your own name?Eh, its okay. My mom told me the other name she had picked out for me and I wish she would've gone with that one (Kassadee Cheyann or Devyn Taylor... I'm emo as hell and seem slowly becoming more punk. Devyn would've fit me wayyy better)92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?I've thought of a few. I've always had either Ansley, Quinn, Spencer, or Talia for a girl and Jayden or Jace for a boy or Ash for any because I've always liked that name (fun fact I used to go by Ash or Ashton when I was questioning gender in high school [gender fluid] so my friends called me that)93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?Any, I don't really care. Gender doesn't matter to me at all94. What are you strengths?Imma copy and paste from my resume lol...Back from my resume and this is what it said: Dexterity, public performance, customer service, directing, leading, persistence, competitiveness, creativity, sound discrimination, listening, and writing95. What are your weaknesses?I'm afraid of everything, I'm very paranoid, and I have anxiety and depression96. How did you get your name?There was some character on a TV show my mom saw while pregnant whos name was Cassidy but my mom wanted a better spelling 97. Were your ancestors royalty?Doubt it98. Do you have any scars?Yes... This was also #3999. Color of your bedspread?BLACK100. Color of your room?White. My room is boring and I've never done any decoration in it.DONE. I DIDN'T REALIZE THIS TOOK ALMOAT AN HOUR HOLY SHIT

[kitanoko]

I absolutely adore your TodoMomo fics! ;_; Thank you so much for writing them! If there's a jealous Izuku, how about a fic starring a jealous Todoroki next? >

Note: Thanks! To celebrate the blog reaching 800+ followers, I made this one longer than usual. Comedic and light hearted; Enjoy! 

In which Todoroki and Yaoyorozu go to a photoshoot

It’s been 3 hours. The gel was trickling down her neck. Histoo, actually. The heat of the salon lights bounced off the sweat protrudingfrom every pore of his face and he decided then that this could be a form oftorture. He would never agree to it again; but the way her eyes begged andpleaded sucked the soul out of him. Ugh. He just couldn’t refuse.

Todoroki turned his head to face his partner in crime asrequested by his so-called “experienced” stylist.

“Thanks for helping out,” Yaoyorozu said. She was sittingacross from him with another crew of stylists and advisors around her, and sheclosed her eyes as another mist of holding spray was applied on her silky,black locks.

“When they asked me to bring a guy to do the ad with me, thefirst person I thought of was you.”

Todoroki winced as his stylist accidentally poked him toohard with the comb for the tenth time that hour. He was starting to think thisstylist had something against him.

“No problem,” he answered, trying to hide his discomfort andhe heard a hearty laugh from afar, “Kaminari, I can hear you.”

The blond spectator held his palm against his mouth, andYaoyorozu pressed her lips together.

“Let me enlighten you,” Yaoyorozu rose a finger in the airlike she was a tenured professor. This was her element.

“Heroes have to appeal to the public by any means necessary.So although Todoroki and I may look silly right now, this is just part of ourgrowth as young heroes.” She saw Kaminari’s stoic expression and continued, “Ilearnt this during my internship with Ms.Uwabami.”

Kaminari quickly nodded to placate the girl. Neverunderestimate Yaoyorozu’s power to educate.

“Sorry, you look great Yaomomo. I was just laughing atTodoroki.”

Jirou, lying low, angled and positioned her phone in frontof her face. With a final decision to move one inch to her left, she steadiedher hand.

“Smile! Wait, Todoroki can you smile a little wider. No,smile like you mean it. Okay, that’s perfect!” Jirou’s phone flashed and shewent on, “As per Ashido’s orders, I am to take as many pictures of thebackstage process as possible. She’s probably crying right now in her supplementaryclass.”

Yaoyorozu gave a winsome smile, one that Todoroki was surewould have earned her an academy award if she were an actress, and gazed uponher own reflection to examine her appearance. She seemed impressed. Within abrief moment, the stylists told them to get into the dingy little studio with camerasand flimsy backdrops set up by anything but their own accord.

“Okay we’ll be watching from here!” Kaminari called out, movingover to the side,“and uhh, Jirou’s gonna be our own little ‘camerawoman’.” Hescratched imaginary apostrophes above him for emphasis.

Todoroki was actually, for once, doubting himself.

“We’re gonna start with Ms.Yaoyorozu’s solo shots,”the camera man said loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, “Mr.Todorokiplease observe from the side.”

Todoroki complied and crossed his arms, moving himself overto Kaminari’s right. He felt like one of the audience in a show and foundhimself astonished at Yaoyorozu’s professional demeanor. True, she was in herelement when she was teaching and fighting crime, but Todoroki had to confess,modelling might also be her calling.

Yaoyorozu sat gracefully with her legsextended in front of her on sand that was too yellow to be real, beside a beachball. She was wearing a black bikini, no patterns, just a bunch of straps thatwas supposed to ‘hide’ her creamy skin. To add onto the sultriness of thephoto, the staff sprayed some water on her chest and limbs to portray a ‘heylook I just came out of the water’ type of image. Her hair was down and she washolding a bottle of shampoo, levelled with her face; with every move of thecamera, her slightly poised head would follow with a radiant smile brighterthan the flash itself.

“Excellent,” the cameraman muttered with every click of his skillfulfinger. “Ms.Yaoyorozu let’s do one where you’re laying down on your stomach,looking into the camera.”

Jirou froze, “Hey isn’t that a little too…” And she blushed.Her new position made Todoroki’s blood boil in places it shouldn’t be. Were they advertising the shampoo or Yaoyorozu?

“Great!” The cameraman cried after a few shots, not willingto waste another second, “Okay now Mr.Todoroki could you please come and joinher?”

Todoroki glued his fingers together like a glove and slidthem down. Wait, where the hell were thepockets. He sighed. He totally forgot he was wearing these thin, red swimshorts with an airy shirt that looked like it came out of a gaudy 1980’s closet.

“Hey, shouldn’t Todoroki be shirtless? I mean, they’re supposedto be at a beach right,” Kaminari suggested, eyes looking heavenward as if hewas thinking. God, Kaminari do you evernot cause me trouble, Todoroki thought. The cameraman looked hesitant.

“Well, Mr.Todoroki isn’t really supposed to be the focus ofthe shot-“

“Trust me, he has great abs,” Kaminari interjected, lookingunnecessarily proud and patted his friend’s shoulder. Todoroki turned over andtook a deep breath without saying a word. Someonecontrol this idiot or he will take a blow to the stomach, slung over my knee inSatan’s presence.

The cameraman was convinced right away, “Mr.Todoroki, hurry,take off your shirt and both of you…” He placed a finger on his chin inthought, “lean against each other, back to back, and tilt your heads down.”

Todoroki looked visibly annoyed and unbuttoned his shirt.Tossing it carelessly somewhere beside him, he noticed at the side of his scopeof vision that two female staff were ogling at him. He took them in stride andwas quick to sit beside Yaoyorozu, who was waiting for him patiently.

The two did as they were told, albeit unfamiliar with theimmense skin-to-skin contact.

“Sorry, we’re sortatouching,” Yaoyorozu said, peeking through her eyelashes. Her eyes weredowncast upon her fingers below, giving the boy next to him a clear view of herchest and Todoroki whipped his head around to evade that image from brandinginto his mind.

“You chose me to help with this because you’re comfortablewith me right?” Todoroki commented and pressed his back harder on hers. He sawthe lens of the camera zoom and rushed to add, “Don’t worry, the shot will turnout great.”

~~

The next week was a total nightmare for some, but heaven forothers. Especially Mineta.

“Oh my gosh,” Ashido squealed, flailing about, “You two areon fire! Look at the bulletin board at the lobby!” She landed her hands onYaoyorozu’s desk, staring at the other girl, and continued, “Well I should say,there’s only one picture of both of you there, and the others were mainly just you,but still!”

The acid heroine’s excitement was superfluous and on theside, Mineta was engrossed with the screen of his phone, looking like he washaving a field day. Jirou peered over his lumpy purple head and saw whatappeared to be snapshots of Yaoyorozu’s ad as the wallpaper on his phone. Shegagged.

On the other side of the school, Todoroki and a few othersobserved as hormone-filled, puberty-ridden guys surrounded the bulletin boardwith mouths drooling. The fire and ice hero was undoubtedly fending offfangirls of his own that morning, but Yaoyorozu’s solo advertisements weremagnetizing crowds beyond his scope of understanding. Why UA decided to havethese on full display was questionable.

“Midoriya, let’s eat lunch here today,” Todoroki uttered.The melon bread was slowly being punctured out of its misery in his grasp.

“Why? I thought we were just passing by to check out yourshots, well more like Yaoyorozu’s shots.”

“I don’t know, I just think this would be a good spot.”

Resembling a human coagulation of darkness, Tokoyamishook his head, “Todoroki, there’s a whole assembly of people here. How is thisa good spot.”

Todoroki didn’t take his question into account, and promptlysat down across from the bulletin board, chewing his food slowly. Kirishimashrugged and followed suit.

“Does it have something to do with Yaomomo’s posters?”Kaminari asked, lowering himself beside the Red Riot hero and followed Todoroki’sseemingly point blank gaze. Todoroki gritted his teeth whenever someone tooktheir phones out to record their own Yaoyorozu memorabilia and gulped down thelast bit of his bread.

“Wow, you ate so fast,” Kirishima noted as he scooped a pileof rice into his mouth and Todoroki mumbled an incoherent response. One particularlysuspicious-looking boy started to pluck out the pins out of one of the postersin succession. His eyes reflected an accumulation of inconceivable lust andTodoroki jetted off his spot as if to lunge at him. His friends’ mouths werewide open, except for Tokoyami who acted like he predicted this, when the normallyrational Todoroki pressed his hand hard against the dangling poster.

“You’re not allowed to take this,” his voice was serious butdidn’t stop the boy from pulling.

“But there are so many anyways,” the boy commented casually,“Who’s to know? Plus this one is my favourite, look at how great her –”

Todoroki further deepened his voice and lifted his head,“ Theposters are here for…educational purposes only.” He knew that was a long shot,but went on, “It’s called stealing. If you don’t put those pins back, I willphysically make you.”

“Okay, why don’t you try?”

The crowd began to bustle, but no one had the nerves to step between them.

Kaminari exhaled and went to the commotion, “Hey, if you don’tput it back. I’ll let Aizawa sensei know and he’ll deal with you.” The boyswallowed hard at that. This first-year probably had his ass kicked by Aizawaonce, by the looks of it.

“Uh…fine!” The little thief stuttered, “But…But—“

“Just get lost,” Todoroki spewed, eyes glaring indiscriminately, and the crowd began todisband.

Kaminari scoffed, “Ijust saved that kid from having frostbitten toes, didn’t I. Gotta give it to him though, what a brave soul to dare talk to you like this.”

The boy’s previously anger-plagued eyes softened, “Thanks, Idon’t know what came over me. Just a sense of justice, probably.”

“Sure, justice,” Kirishima slogged over, a piece of rice stuckon the edge of his chin, “I feel like it’s more of another word that startswith a ‘j’…mmm…what could it be?”

“Jealousy?” Kaminari teased and they both chuckled. 

“Oh man, he’s not even denying it!” 

“Should we go now, or does Todoroki here wanna continueplaying tower defense?” Tokoyami joined.

“Good one,” Kirishima high-fived the birdman asthe latter did a lopsided grin. These guys were deadly when they’re together. Midoriya stifled a laugh too, but did not chime in, watching as Todoroki turned his back to themwithout even a hint of protest.

~~

“That…that happened?!” Yaoyorozu covered her face in embarrassmentwhen Kirishima and Kaminari re-enacted the whole scene for her.

“Yeah and he was all like ‘oh my god I’ll kick you until youcried for your mommy’ and he looked so pissed, he had steam coming out of hisears!” Kirishima mocked and began to laugh hysterically.

Kaminari held his stomach in pain, “and I swear he was –“

A sudden chill creeped down both of their spines.

“Are you guys done?” Todoroki came out of the blue andglowered. Kaminari looked taken aback and pulled Kirishima to run for theirlives, leaving the two alone to drown in discomfort amongst the quiet line oflockers.

Yaoyorozu fiddled with a piece of her bangs, “Thanks fordoing the photo shoot the other day. If you’d like we could do another one? I wasasked to do a car commercial.”

Todoroki still had an unreadable expression and she frowned,“or not…?”

He thought for a moment and considered her proposal, “Sure,I wouldn’t mind.” She nodded happily. Her hands fished inside her backpack, andpulled out something small enough to fit in her palm.

“Before I forget,” she held out her hand, “give me yourwallet.”

The boy cocked an eyebrow but did as told. Yaoyorozu swiftlyopened his bifold and slipped in the thing in hand. Curiously, he checked theinside when she returned it. At the front transparent pocket, was a photo ofthem, clad in skimpy swim wear and looking ecstatic.

“The studio gave us each a smaller version to keep,” shecommented with a triumphant smile, “I hope you won’t lose it.”

“Mm, I’ll take good care of it,” he responded, “WhatKaminari and Kirishima said, could you forget about it?” The last part wasadded to ease his conscience.

“Yeah of…of course! You did it out of the goodness of yourheart! Those two were just joking!” She flopped her hand in the air to appealfor his approval and he relaxed. Watching as he stretched the muscles of his neck, she drapedher bag over her shoulders.

“I have to go now,” she waved her hands, “see you tomorrow.”

“Wait, it’s getting dark. I’ll walk with you back to thedorm, Yaoyorozu.”

Her heart fluttered at the unexpected offer and followed hisfootsteps, walking in tandem.

It could be just her overactive imagination, but she had toadmit, they did look amazing together.

[abundantfrog]

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? : Pandora

is your room messy or clean?: Messy

what color are your Eyes?: Brown

do you like your name? why?: I’m content with my name. I like what it means and it has a real short abbreviation for nicknames

what is your relationship status?: Single

describe your personality in 3 words or less: Stubborn, Talkative, 

what color hair do you have?: Brown

what kind of car do you drive? color?: I do not own a car

where do you shop?: Wherever I can get a ride to. Walmart, Target, Pennies, Marshal’s, 

how would you describe your style?: Lazy

favorite social media account: I guess tumblr but I really just enjoy social media to kill time or talk extra when my friends are busy

what size bed do you have?: Twin extra long

any siblings?: 3 and a half

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?: I don’t really know.  Probably around where I am now.  I like the temperature range and the nearness to my family.  

favorite snapchat filter?: Idk man. I think the faceswaps are my fav. 

favorite makeup Brand(s): I don’t use makeup so I don’t have a real opinion

how many times a week do you shower?: anywhere between 5 and 10. Some days I shower before/after work so it can get to more than 7. Kind of depends on how I’m doing.  More showers for worse moods. 

favorite tv show?: Season 1 of Supergirl. 

shoe size?: 10? something like that. Wide. 

how tall are you?: 5′11? 

sandals or sneakers?: Sneakers. 

do you go to the gym?: No but I realllly should because of my back. 

describe your dream date: I have no idea.  I like the idea of doing something that involves dressing up fancy but also hiking is a great time.  I think I want like hiking somewhere fun/new to me/person I’m with followed by just hanging out/relaxing and food of some sort. I’m not too picky. 

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?: Wallet? Idk like 10 dollars maybe? I’m not big on keeping cash. 

what color socks are you wearing?: I’m not. But generally if I have socks they range from grey to black. 

how many pillows do you Sleep with?: Like 1-3 depending on the night

do you have a job? what do you do?: I manage a kitchen

how many friends do you have?: Wow that’s a large question. Like how are we describing friends? People who I’m actually close with the number is like maybe or less than 5. People who I like and enjoy hanging out with it’s a higher number to like 15. 

whats the worst thing you have ever done?: Oh gosh. I don’t know. like. There’s a lot of ways to interpret worst. worst to myself is like. the amount that I procrastinate. could be this very moment.  Most physically harmful was probably cutting that area between pointer and thumb on my brother’s hand with a scissors when very small, most like emotionally rude/assholeish was probably something with how my relationship with Lauren ended up ending.  I could think of a lot more things but let’s move on. 

whats your favorite candle scent?: Vanilla probably but I haven’t really explored candle scents enough to know

3 favorite boy names: I do not have an answer for this question.  I tend to like David. I’ll have David as an answer but that’s all I got. 

3 favorite girl names: I have no idea. 

favorite actor?: John Barrowman? 

favorite actress?: Melissa Benoist

who is your celebrity Crush?: Katie McGrath

favorite movie?: Captain America, Winter Soldier.  OR Lion King

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?: I used to read a lot, I’m very partial to the Pendragon or heralds of Valdemar series. both had like a large influence on my life. 

money or brains?: What does this mean? Brains are necessary to be alive and money is necessary to continue to purchase goods like food.  Talking about what I find attractive I’m going to say brains but it’s less being a smarty-pants and more personality-wise that gets along with me because like, as I said above stubborn and talkative I’m not /always/ easy to get along with for extended periods of time. 

do you have a nickname? what is it?: Not one that gets used really anymore.  Dippy is the one I used to have but I never liked it. 

how many times have you been to the hospital?: Idk. 3 or 4. Never for emergency purposes 

top 10 favorite songs: That’s a lot. Bohemian Rhapsody, Little Lion Man, The Phoenix, 1985, Mr. Brightside, Step in Time, Seize the Day, Bad Day, Move Along, Lord of the Dance.  These aren’t in a particular order and they’re mostly associated with like particularly good memories or specific people and make me happy for that.  

do you Take any medications daily?: Nah. I have some vitamins and pain killers I take intermittently. 

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc): Idk man. Probably oily because the previously mentioned working in a Kitchen 

what is your biggest Fear?: Being a burden to my family because I run out of motivation and fail to become financially independent. 

how many kids do you want?: I don’t know. I’m not confident I want kids. 

whats your go to hair style?: Wherever it falls at whatever length it is at the moment is fine. 

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc): Something that corresponds to the amount of people living there.  So like if it’s just me pretty small. if I have a significant other/family with me on the medium-large size. I’m personally content with like. A bathroom, a medium sized bedroom, and a kitchen if I’m alone.  

who is your role model?: I don’t know.  I love my older sister Steff.  But I try not to have a specific role model.  it’s weird. 

what was the last compliment you received?: I have no idea.  Brice probably said something last night that could be considered a compliment.  The last thing that really stuck with me was like a week ago when Brice told me he considers me like a reasonable enough person that I’m honest with myself about my limitations/skills as a magic player and he trusts my judgement of how I fair as a player compared to people around me.  

what was the last text you sent?: I told my friend tha tI’ll be free Saturday night as my only free time this weekend to see a movie 

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?: Officially? 5th grade but there was no surprise at this revelation.  When I like low key accepted but didn’t acknowledge the fakeness of it? no idea. 

what is your dream car?: Something with wheels and good gas mileage that’s reliable. 

opinion on smoking?: Yucky. I’m an asthmatic. 

do you go to college?: Yeah I’m a double major religion/psychology at rutgers. 

what is your dream job?: Solid questions I don’t know I don’t have aspirations in life anymore I’m kind of dead inside. 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?: I guess rural but like. Woodsie. I want something with trees. 

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?: I tend to as souvenirs. I never use them. 

do you have freckles?: Nah I just have a pile of acne. 

do you smile for pictures?: I try to but I’m bad at it so I force a laugh and hold my face like that because it’s the only way I can smile. 

how many pictures do you have on your phone?: A fuck ton. 

have you ever peed in the woods?: Yeah man

do you still watch cartoons?: Yeah I do. 

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?: Wendy’s. 

Favorite dipping sauce?: Barbeque or Honey Mustard. 

what do you wear to bed?: What I wore that day, nothing, or gym shorts/big ole T-shirt

have you ever won a spelling bee?: I’ve never participated in one

what are your hobbies?: Magic the Gathering

can you draw?: Hell yeah I can. Not well. But I am capable of putting a pencil onto a piece of paper and making images. 

do you play an instrument?: I used to be a mediocre cello player and a mediocre percussion player for auxilliary percussion but I haven’t touched eithe rin years. 

what was the last concert you saw?: Panic At the Disco/Weezer.

tea or coffee?: Tea if I’m drinking black. Coffee if I have like a selection of stuff form Dunkin to put into it. 

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?: Only ever been to Dunkin

do you want to get married?: Idk. It would be nice to have the consistent support from someone in life but like. Previously stated lack of aspirations/ambitions for my life right now. 

what is your Crush’s first and last initial?: YM is an option

are you going to change your last name when you get married?: If I get married I’ll do whatever my significant other would like with names I’m not attached to traditional “girl must take guy’s name” things. 

what color looks best on you?: I really like purple and Jess says it looks great but it’s both of our favorite color.  I also like like sky blues. I don’t know specifically for what looks good for me. 

do you miss anyone right now?: Hell yeah I could probably list at least as many people that I miss as I could list people that I’m still friends with without overlap. 

do you Sleep with your door open or closed?: Closed (except that one time I accidentally left it open or if I’m really drunk and forget)

do you believe in ghosts?: I don’t have a firm belief in either direction

what is your biggest pet peeve?: I don’t know that it counts for pet peeve but I really don’t like when things I say get misinterpreted or like people read into things that I say I’m a pretty direct person. 

last person you called?: Nayirrah. She was late to work

favorite ice cream flavor?: Graham Central Station. It reminds me of Mrs. Foco. 

regular oreos or golden oreos?: Regular I’m not a fucking animal

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?: Rainbow

what shirt are you wearing?: Plain white T

what is your phone background?: The view from the tree I love climbing in the middle of the woods at the top of my home town area I hike in.  Or the view of the ocean at sunset by my grandparents, depending on which background. 

are you outgoing or shy?: I’m weird and it depends on the situation I’m in. 

do you like it when people play with your hair?: Idk man. I’m pretty neutral about it. 

do you like your neighbors?: I don’t know them. 

do you wash your face? at Night? in the morning?: I wash my face when I shower

have you ever been high?: Nope

have you ever been drunk?: Yeah I have

last thing you ate?: A family sized bag of Lays cheddar potato chips

favorite lyrics right now: Idk man I can only think of quotes form books right now so either “And so we go” or “There is no one true way” as quotes from books. 

summer or winter?: Summer much better for hiking

Day or Night?: Depends on the activity. 

dark, milk, or white chocolate?: Milk

favorite month?: Probably May it’s my birthday and semesters end and I get to see my school friends at the start and my home friends at the end. 

what is your zodiac sign: Taurus

who was the last person you cried in front of?: Idk man. I do’nt really cry in front of people. Maybe jess? Maybe Margaret. Crying is weird and I can’t do it so it doesn’t really happen. And I tend to pretend to be fine in front of people.  Maybe Anna? Could be Anna. or Peter. I have no memory of what it was but those are the options.