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lettrespromises · 4 years ago

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PLAN À TROIS.— TODOROKI, BAKUGOU.

A.N:

❝ dear reader,

why hello it is i, nikki, back at it again. this post was specifically written thanks to @sasukelore’s big brain, meaning that this one is for the boys with the booming system, top down, AC with the cooler system😔✊🏻. it’s my first attempt at writing smut (which means it’s a direct ticket to hell) so please bare with me, i hope you’ll like it! if you have any feedback, please feel free to send it to me! also, my requests are open for business hehe.

sincerely yours,

nikki.

P.S: “plan à trois” has a double meaning— it means “threesome” in french but it also literally means “a plan involving three people” which is the core of the story, both literally and figuratively. ❞

Genre: Smut. (All three of the characters have been aged up.)

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of drugs (but no actual use of drugs), unprotected sex (please use a condom), nudity, spanking, choking, cunnilingus, blow-job, temperature play, threesome, dirty things.

Word count: 6.5k (she’s a big girl, don’t be shy.)

Letter object: One hotel. One gala. One mission. One person to take down. Three heroes. You and Shoto have to play the perfect fake couple to gain your enemy’s trust, the only thing is, Shoto has no clue how to behave as a couple. The unexpected help comes from Ground Zero who seems a bit too impatient and eager to show Shoto how to really treat a lady.

Metaphorically speaking, the heroes are seen as the predators and the villains as the preys, it’s always been that way— an eternal game of hide and seek, which only ends in binary results, either victory or loss. The latest news concerning the hero world had put this little game to a halt: the hushed rise of the anti-quirks drugs were concerning. The enemy was everywhere and nowhere, it was all whispers, a thread of ‘who said what’, mere illusions replaced authentic clues. The rules of the game had been changed into a paradox where the villains became the predators and the heroes were deemed as the preys.

The rule of silence, which could have easily been personified as the ringleader of this dystopic scenario, was cruel— anyone could be suspected of being a link of the drug chain. But fret not, if you were suspected and voices started to echo around louder and louder, a little bit of hush money was the price to pay to reinstate the rule of silence. Anyone could be a culprit, even (or mostly) into the highest spheres of society. Those who are worshipped in an agnostic way, they were on top of the social food chain and, perhaps even, on top of the drug chain. These elites have been very vocal about their will to suppress the almighty authority pro-heroes possess— feeling threatened for their own sake and their own inferiority complex, they were willing to play dirty to be able to rule the country with an iron fist.

The corrupted elites still remained as elites and enjoyed their mondane occupations— galas being one of them. It was a dream opportunity for you as a pro-hero, a room crowded with highly potential culprits served on a silver plate with a cup of champagne to serve as the cherry on the cake.

Stealth missions were highly dangerous if you didn’t have a cover good enough, and treading on the playground of influential people could possibly cost you your career as a pro-hero, but if you managed to succeed, you were bound to bask in glory. Keeping a realistic cover is the number one check on the list entitled “how not to blow up your whole mission and be hated by the rest of the country.” Luckily enough, your agence had already done all the dirty work for you and sent you everything you needed— a flawlessly cut evening attire, a shockingly well-done fake ID and a full file regarding the background of your character, all down to the tiniest details. And I cannot emphasize enough “all” the details...

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…” Amongst the myriad of details (and some of them were completely unnecessary, I mean, was your favorite fruit really important?), one of them was impossible to ignore. “Shoto Todoroki, really?” His name rolled off your tongue for a reason, you were supposed to play his pseudo fiancée for the night. Your thumb brushed the surface inked with his name, unconsciously wishing that if you were brushing hard enough, his name would disappear and so would your almost wilted high school crush on him.

Your silent complains were cut short, the sound of someone knocking on your door stirred you from the invasion of your thoughts. Then the knocking sound echoed once more. “Just a second!” Has anyone heard of the concept of patience? Waiting a few seconds for someone to open the door isn’t a inhuman task. Eventually (although it could’ve have been funny to let this mysterious person fume because you purposefully took too long), you opened the door to your hotel room and it just felt like you had welcomed a storm in. Much to your surprise, there were two surprise guests, two U.A alumnis just like you— Shoto and Ground Zero.

“Well, shit, were you planning on letting us fucking die in the hallways, woman?! What the fuck took you so goddamn long, ha?” When I mentioned a storm earlier on today, I meant Bakugou Katuski— his annoyance was transcripted upon his face through the frowning of his eyebrows and the wrinkle sitting between them. “It’s good to see you too Bakugou, glad to see you missed me after all this time.” His hands were shoved in his pockets, clearly not keen on listening to your sarcastic remarks nor wearing a tuxedo for the night. “Tch. Keep your smart ass talk to yourself, dumbass.”

You had indeed let a storm invade your hotel room. But unbeknownst to you, you had also welcomed a hypotizing breeze, the polar opposite of Bakugou, and apparently future fiancé for the night: Shoto Todoroki. His facial expression reflected nothing but pure serinity, a signature stoic face which radically clashed with Bakugo’s scowl. Todoroki was so discreet, almost blending his presence with the newfound silence. He was wearing an evening suit of his own, aquamarine was his color after all, it was a known fact since your high school years.

“Y/N, as you may be aware, I am here for the stealth mission. Bakugou is going to accompany us just in case something goes wrong. It was a last minute change, but considering the household names who are going to attend this gala, too much precaution is better than not enough.” Ohh, so that was the reason why the angry gremlin was here. Although, you wondered how Shoto felt about the two of you acting as a fake engaged couple, was he still serene about that? “Yeah, while you two fake lovebirds will be busy eating each other’s faces off, I’m gonna be around to check if there is any intell on these anti-quirk selling bastards.” Each of his word was accompanied by a hand gesture pivoting between you and Shoto and, of course, the same old look of annoyance plastered upon his face. You and Shoto, on the other one hand, appeared a bit surprised at the use of “fake lovebirds”, it just hasn’t sunk in yet... Denial, perhaps?

“Speaking of kissing and shit— you, half and half bastard, do you still have a fucking stick up your ass or do you know how to act in a relationship?!” His interrogation was accompanied with a daring glance thrown in Todoroki’s direction and an eyebrow lifted just to emphasize the characteristic of his question a bit more. A bold question which immediately found its answer from the mouth of Todoroki, needless to say, you felt this remark coming. “Bakugou, you’re the last person here who could pretend having the knowledge necessary to provide relationship advices.” You couldn’t help but let a laugh escape at Todoroki’s remark highlighted by its bluntness, although you quickly changed your mind once you felt Bakugou’s stare landing on you with such rage causing you to hush your laugh by biting your thumb.

“Ha?! What the fuck did you just say, half and half bastard? Use that fucking mouth for yours for good measure and let’s see if you can kiss Y/N correctly. I won’t let this mission be blown up by your stupid ass.” This time, there was a hint of amusement in Bakugou’s voice, it was hard to distinct if he asked that because he truly cared about the mission or if he just wanted to push Todoroki out of his comfort zone. But the ghost of a smirk drawn upon his face seemed to support the second hypothesis.

“Guys, just a second here. I understand why we have to take care of our cover but it’s not like Todoroki and I are going to kiss all night long.” Your gaze alterned between Todoroki and Bakugou, it became impossible to hold your gaze on a fix structure due to how flustered you felt, and soon enough, your cheeks were quick to adopt a rosy tone. “Y/N, are you scared of kissing me by any chance?” You secretly hated the obvious tone of concern in Todoroki’s voice, he was willing to do anything to make this mission a success but also make sure you were comfortable around him. “N-No! It’s just… I don’t mind it.” What a miracle, you finally managed to look at him in the eyes but the blush on your cheeks was as lively as ever. “Then damn, if you don’t mind it just fucking kiss already we don’t have all night, dumbass.” You could tell by Bakugou’s body language that he was growing more and more impatient by the second, his arms were crossed over his chest— he was getting pissed.

Todoroki captured your attention once more when his index brushed the surface of your skin right below your chin while his thumb was carefully set upon your jawline. His orbs shone by their gleam of reassureance, his eyes met yours, as a silent way to ask your for permission and you fluttered your lids shut as an answer. As if it was some kind of second nature to him, his other arm compassed your waist in order to bring you close to him. His lips finally touched yours. Each one of his actions was so soft, you could barely feel them yet, you felt like you were floating on a cloud. His lips were melting ever so perfectly with yours, as if your lips were the sole one which could fit is, you couldn’t help but to hum as the carefulness of his lips overwhelmed you. The kiss was shy, experimental, and yet so agonizing. He was temptingly and agonizingly slow, which only made you crave for more. However, given the lack of oxygen, you had no choice but to (relanctutly) break the kiss. You opened your eyes and basked in Todoroki’s beauty, still in awe at what just happ—… “Oi! Have you ever kissed anyone before, Icyhot? Fucking hell, what was that?!”

Of course this was bound to be expected— the angry gremlin in his natural behavior. You and Todoroki exchanged a look which held a thousand questions before you felt your wrist being caught by a much warmer palm, and eventually, you were yanked straight into Bakugou’s chest (not that you were complaining.) “Open your damn eyes and look, this how you fucking kiss a woman, dipshit.” The sound of his voice roaring against your eardrum made you flinch in the nicest way possible. Bakugou naturally made himself at ease all while maintaining his gaze upon Todoroki who was looking at him in return with a noticeable disdain in his eyes.

Bakugou was challenging him in a way, he perfectly knew that Todoroki was observing his every move, hence why he took the liberty to let his palm roam over the curve of your derrière as a way to taunt him. However, the taunt didn’t last too long not to make you feel uncomfortable. He quickly settled one of his hand on the small of your back (to maintain you as close to him as humanly possible) whilst his other hand was set upon your neck. He didn’t waste any more time and went straight to business.

Bakugou’s kiss was, as expected, a vivid contrast compared to Todoroki’s kiss. While Todoroki’s felt hesitant, caring, sweet… Bakugou’s kiss was rough around the edges and his sole purpose was to make your knees weak. Once he crashed his lips upon yours, he immediately swiped his tongue over the surface of your bottom lip, demanding immediate access to your mouth. You knew better than to upset Bakugou so you pleased and allowed his tongue to explore your mouth— your tongue was at his mercy for a few instants before finding a steady rhythm for you two. His presence was overwhelming— his smell, how close you were to him with nowhere to escape, his mouth, his tongue, everything caused you to rightfully let a moan escape into the kiss. At the sound of it, Todoroki’s eyes widened while Bakugou smirked into the kiss, he knew he made a point. You, in return, started to tug at his blonde hair— the rough atmosphere of the kiss affected your actions as well. Just prior to breaking the kiss, Bakugou’s teeth dug into your bottom lip and applied a few pressures while you were looking at him with pleading eyes to continue. Once he got what we wanted, he ended the kiss with a surprisingly soft peck upon your lips.

With his hand still settled on the small of your back, Bakugou turned to Todoroki’s direction and offered him his biggest smirk to show his secret victory. You were left breathless by the kiss, a series of uneven hot breaths crashed down onto Bakugou’s skin.

If anyone were to walk in your hotel room, they would be able to feel and even touch the graduating tension in the air which almost felt agonizing. The tension was mostly radiating off of the two men, a silent battle for dominance had been declared through glances, holders of pure will to outbest the other.

Todoroki observed the scene on his chair, and unbeknownst to him, Bakugou had indirectly offered him the best seat in the room to watch the manifestation of his talents. An almost inaudible sigh left Todoroki’s lips which translated into a sign of discontentment. “Y/N, come here.” The tone was strict, cold even, and you felt obligated to do as told.

Detaching yourself from Bakugou’s embrace (you could tell he didn’t want to let you go judging from how his palm lingered on your back), you stepped away and made your way to Todoroki, a quizzical look noticeable in the reflect of your eyes. “What now?” You asked. Todoroki gestured to his lap and you knew what it meant, it was a speech without any word necessary.

Paradoxically enough, Bakugou stared at the scenery in front of him in pure silence, and although it was very unlike him, he was mimicking Todoroki’s actions earlier on- he wanted to witness how Shoto was going to respond to his own deeds.

You placed your hands over Todoroki’s shoulders to gain stability before sitting on his lap, it was a foreign feeling, but goodness, it was already addicting as hell and you were not interested in finding a cure. Both of Shoto’s hands crawled on the same spot where Bakugou’s hands used to linger just a few moments ago, you understood rather quickly that he was using his own methods against him. You were the center of Todoroki’s attention, his gaze graced your frame and he was loving the sound of your uneven breath, he wondered if he could make your respiration even more irregular.

He paid no mind to mind to the silent Bakugou who was already fuming in his corner as Shoto delivered a succession of pecks on the delicate flesh of your neck, and you tilted your head just enough to let him play on a wider surface. He traded the pecks for a few daring bites on certain areas, he needed to find your weak spot. “A-Ah... Shoto!” the sound of his name rolling off your tongue coated in such bliss was enough for him to curve his lips into a smirk.

It was a brief moment of peace before he dug his teeth on the same spot and you failed to prevent any whimpers from coming out by biting your lower lip. He knew you were restricting yourself, prisoning these beautiful sounds of ecstasy, and he didn’t like any of it. He focused on your lower lip and rubbed the oh so soft surface with the pad of his thumb to prevent your from biting it, and thus, keeping your sounds of pleasure to yourself.

“Don’t be shy, love. I’m pretty sure both Bakugou and I can agree on the fact that the little sounds you’re making are too divine to be hushed. Will you be a good girl and let us hear the sounds you’re making?” It was as if his voice was coated with honey, just his voice alone was enough to make you feel weak, and if you paid enough attention, you were pretty sure he purposefully blew a fit of cold air onto the skin of your neck. “Yes, please... I’ll be good, so good.” From that moment you knew you were at his mercy and he enjoyed every second of it. “You’re such a good girl for us.”

And so he continued, but it was rougher this time, a harsh contrast compared to his hesitant kiss from just a few moments ago. His teeth dug into the flesh of your skin harder this time, the sole purpose of leaving a mark on your crimson colored flesh was haunting his mind. To accomplish said purpose, Todoroki alternated between biting motions and a few swipes of his tongue on the newly bruised skin. The whimpers coming out of your mouth shamelessly only added fuel to his fire. He knew what he was doing, and you knew just how sensitive this particular area could get.

Once he judged it was enough, he delivered a few pecks on the love bites, a way to kiss his art into your skin. “You’re so perfect, love, so perfect with my name written over your skin.” He whispered between kisses. Your head was thrown back, fingers grasping at the roots of his hair, your mouth agape- your whole body language testified of the addictive effect he had on you.

Such bliss couldn’t last for long, and quickly enough, another voice was being heard, a roar even. “Oi, oi, oi! Don’t even think for a single fucking second that you can have her all to yourself, half and half bastard.” It was almost a miracle that Bakugou had observed you in silence, but as expected, patience was nowhere near his forte. He had already crossed his limit long before you sat on Todoroki’s laps. Bakugou’s eyes were strictly focused on your frame, he was completely under your spell after observing how your chest would rise and fall unevenly to grasp any ounce of oxygen.

Your knees felt weak already, you could only stare at Bakugou and silently ask him to continue, to make you feel even weaker, to make you experience pure bliss. You wanted to say his name, it was right on the tip of your tongue, but as you observed his figure reducing more and more the space between the two of you, you just admired him in silence.

“Hah? What’re you looking at, brat? You want more? Is that it? You want fucking more? Say no more.” You should’ve known that the wicked smirk plastered upon his face was a pre-indicator of what was bound to happen. He lifted you off of Todoroki’s lap, the latter frowned a bit at the lack of your presence on him, and carried you to the bed before dropping you on the mattress. Todoroki was quick to follow from behind and stood right next to Bakugou, his hands already busy taking off his jacket and unbuttoning the first button of his evening shirt. “I’m sure that Bakugou and I can find a little agreement. After all, we can share, correct?” Todoroki’s rhetorical question found its answer once Bakugou let a discreet chuckle escape from his mouth after throwing his jacket God knows where and messily undoing his tie. “We’re gonna take real fucking good take care of you, baby girl.”

You were refraining yourself from already touching you, it took all the strength in the world not to give in to the most passionate temptations. But deep down, you already knew you were bound to be overwhelmed by pure bliss judging by how they were looking at you. You could only hum in response, unsure of how your voice would have sounded under the heavy influence of desire.

Bakugou made the first move, after all, his poor soul felt left alone when Todoroki overwhelmed you with pecks and bites. He crawled over you, his knees were on each side of your waist, his hands however, assured total domination- his right hand clutched your wrists now pinned above your hand while his left palm settled by force on your throat, needless to say, the pressure was already applied on your windpipe. “You wanna’ play that game with me, hah?! Let Icyhot have all of you to himself and I got fucking nothing in return? Babygirl, I don’t watch, I fucking play.” It was too ferocious to be qualified as a whisper, and yet, when Bakugou pronounced the last bits of his sentence right in the shell of your ear, you felt like you were floating in pure bliss. “Answer me.” His grip on your throat felt a bit tighter. “P-Please... Ju-Just do whatever you want... With my body.” The lack of oxygen felt agonizing, you were deprived of fresh air and you were laying on the bed while Bakugou exuded pure confidence and domination, an aura so thick, you wished you could’ve touched it. “That’s my babygirl.”

As Bakugou’s lips crashed onto yours, forcing its tongue into your mouth while maintaining the right amount of pressure on your throat to offer you a panorama of new sensations, Todoroki had already gotten rid of his shirt. If you paid close attention, you could see shy flames on his shoulders, he was absolutely adoring the scenery unfolding before him. Everything about you filled his senses, the sight of you giving in to Bakugou was nothing short of divine, the whimpers leaving your mouth in cascade whether the reason was the lack of air or the fierceness of Bakugou’s intentions was the sweetest melody he had ever heard. Everything was perfect.

You felt the oxygen become one with your body again once Bakugou broke the kiss and allowed his hand to travel from your neck down to your chest, but his eyes were never leaving yours. He wanted to watch you come undone under his touch, he swore it to himself.

“I’ll take the bottom half. Icyhot, I don’t give a damn about what you do, just don’t fucking interrupt me.” His eyes were already set on the prize, your heat in all its glory. Shoto said nothing in response, you were the holder of all his undivided attention. As Bakugou took a firm grasp of your thighs, opening the way to his newfound purpose, Todoroki took over the top half of your body- he started by planting a succession of pecks from your lips down to your collarbone, passing by your neck, and each kiss was amplified by the cold air he was blowing on the surface of your skin. The contrast in temperature cause you to allow a few whimpers to escape, you already knew you craved for more, it was a way of manifesting it.

“You won’t need that, will you, love?” He said while pointing at your shirt, as his index was already hooking the fabric. It was a rhetorical question of course, you simply answered by humming. Your silent response was the only thing necessary for Shoto to send your shirt flying somewhere in the room. He continued his trail of kisses down to the valley of your breasts, the same cold air following him as he went.

Bakugou, on the other one hand, had already gotten rid off your skirt, but not before letting his palms explore the generous cheeks hidden underneath it, and eventually, leaving a slap right on this area which caused you to yelp in surprise. The pad of his thumb was already brushing against the surface of the fabric, oh what a pleasure it was when he felt the sensation of humidity coming through your underwear. A sensation so good, so addicting, so divine that it brought a sly grin to his face. “Already so wet for us, babygirl? You’re not wasting your damn time, hah?” Your skin was burning under his touch, you could already feel the chills running down your spine and he hadn’t even taken off your underwear yet.

Todoroki took the strap of your bra between his thumb and index, and much to your suprise, he used the right amount of his quirk to burn the fabric and applied the same treatment to the other strap. Before you could even protest about the poor outcome of your bra, he planted his lips on your own to keep you quiet. Now, he focused his attention to your breasts and the bits of clothing left which prevented the upper half of your body from being fully exposed. He took the opportunity given by Bakugou who had gotten rid of your underwear which made you arch your back to unclip your bra. There was nothing stopping him now. He let his gaze fell on you, so full of adoration, while he leaned down and caught the last piece of fabric remaining of your bra between his teeth. His eyes held so much envy, so much desires which reciprocated in the reflect of your own orbs.

Shoto threw your bra out of his mouth, and there you were- your body bare in all its glory. “Fuck, you’re so perfect...” He whispered right against your chest, causing you to let out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding. He used his mother’s inherited side to trace the contour of your breasts, he knew he was going to earn a moan in return and he was so please to hear such a sinful melody at the clash of his cold fingers against your burning skin. His thumb and his index worked in harmony to twist the bud of your nipple and overwhelm it by Shoto’s cold touch while his tongue delivering hot saliva on your skin was already doing wonders on your other breast, a perfect balance between cold and hot which made your arousal erupt even more and someone was quick to notice...

“Oi, doll face, focus on me, not on this goddamn fucker. Don’t you feel so fucking good when I touch you like that, hah?” His burning jealousy amplified the voracity of his deeds. Every single one of his touch served the purpose of pleasuring you, but also outdo Todoroki’s touches. He needed to be the best at everything, including making you melt under his touch. You struggled to keep your eyes open, the desire to close your eyes and let your body attract all the attention while basking in pure bliss was too strong and yet, Bakugou’s voice roared into your mind, you couldn’t help but lay your eyes on him through half-closed lids.

Once he knew he was the bearer of all your attention, he put his body and mind to work. Both of his hands planted your thighs on each side of his body, you felt too weak to move under his touch and did not dare resist the pressure. You whined in advance because you knew what was coming- and boy, did he look good with his face buried between your thighs.

One long, sharp, vertical lick was all it took to let yet another moan escape your lips once more, and to Bakugou, it was the best reward. The heat of his tongue responded to the heat of your core, it was pure harmony. He licked the your core over and over again, tasting you, loving you, worshipping you even. One time he left lingering kisses to the side of your core, another time he was left licking motions all over your folds because your taste was the best thing he had ever felt. His motions echoed to your whines and moans, he was sure of hearing a sinful melody each time his tongue entered in contact with your skin.

“Keep making these noises for me, don’t be fucking shy.” His hot breath on the center of your heat embraced perfectly the succession of his actions, “Y-Yes... P-Please, I want... I need more.” Bakugou couldn’t help but let a low chuckle leave his lips, in response to your needy attitude, he left a harsh slap on the surface of your butt, to which you whined loudly in response. “Such a fucking filthy mouth you have there, hah?” He smiled to himself, knowing perfectly that what he was about to do was bound to leave you as a whimpering mess. Without any warning, he slid two of his fingers inside your core, and fuck, you were tight. His thumb was brushing against your sweet bundle of nerves which had already been cherished by Bakugou’s tongue earlier.

You clutched the sheets of the bed to release some of the buildup pressure inside, it was as if a tornado, a volcano and a firework were exploding at the same time in your stomach, each of them resulting in a series of whimpers and moans at the overstimulation. Your lids were shut close already, yet, they kept fluttering over the invisible crimson touches left by both Todoroki and Bakugou.

Speaking over Todoroki, he was tasting you in such a different way as he started to get the grip of Bakugou’s mechanic. His mind kept roaming and roaming, he knew that just one mark on your neck was not quite enough and he needed to beat Bakugou at his own game- he positioned himself right over your right breast and blew a fit of fresh air, causing him to smile at himself for being the reason of such a reaction, and dug his teeth into your flesh. Motivated by the the way you kept tugging at his hair, he kept biting the same area over and over again until sucking your flesh just enough to create yet another love bite over your breast, such an intimate area, isn’t it? And now his whole name was written on it.

“B-Bakugou... I can’t take it... Ahh! Anymore, please, please...” His fingers weren’t enough anymore, you were pleading his name, begging him to become one with you because you were unsure as to how you were going to keep the unleashed pressure within you ruin you. “So eager for my fucking cock, aren’t you?! You’re gonna count with me each inch entering your fucking cunt, got it?” You were willing to do anything at this point- Todoroki’s bites and his cold touch, Bakugou’s fingers and tongue, it made you fill dizzy but you knew, deep down, you were slowly approaching a pure state of bliss. “Yes... Yes I will.”

For his own purpose, Bakugou took his fingers off your core and flipped you on your stomach so you could be on all fours. You were giving him the view of worthy of a masterpiece: the crimson colored marks on your butt cheeks, the vivid rosy tone of your dripping core, oh he wanted all of you. “Love, don’t you forget that I’m here too, right? Open your pretty mouth for me.” You did as Todoroki preached, opening your mouth for him to stick his index in there. “Suck.” he commanded, to which you obliged by creating hollows in your cheeks and embrace his finger around your tongue, this feeling was beyond perfect, beyond the wildest fantasies his imagination had to offer. He could only let his subconsciousness roam about how his cock would feel around your perfectly pouted lips.

Bakugou’s hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers turning white in the process while your flesh adopted a reddish tone in response. With the use of the pad of his thumb, he spread the pre-cum leaking all over his length, and so it began: the first inch. “One.”, it sounded more like an order than a statement, “...One.” you echoed, your response didn’t come quick enough to Bakugou’s liking, making you earn a harsh slap on your cheeks in return. Then another inch “Two.” , another faint sound coming from your lips “T-Two...”, yet another slap on your abused flesh. And so it went on, the process remained the same- another inch, another whisper escaping your mouth between sobs, another spank.

On the other side of the bed, Todoroki was stroking his own length at the sight before him. You were on the brim of tears, and Bakugou didn’t show any mercy regarding your current state. “I’m sorry, her mouth is going to be full soon, she won’t have room to count out for you.” Bakugou grunted in response to Todoroki’s taunt. His strokes became gradually faster, like a crescendo if you will. His other hand, however, was placed right underneath your jaw to give you some support and your mouth was already open in anticipation for what was bound to happen.

With his hand to keep your jaw steady, you welcomed Todoroki’s lenght into your mouth and he automatically let a groan as the tip of your tongue caressed his sensitive tip. You imagined how rewarding it must have felt for them to hear your own moans and whimpers because hearing Todoroki’s moan felt like a blessing to your eardrums.

Your tongue circled around his cock, your hand was pumping his length, and Todoroki wondered if this is what heaven looked and felt like. Your whimpers were hushed by the presence of his member in your mouth, but somehow, even these half silenced sounds of pleasure sounded even better to his ears. He felt his lids shut close under the miracle work of your tongue while his hand lingered in your hair to motivate you to keep going.

Bakugou, frustrated by this change of plans due to Todoroki’s own personal pleasure, slid the entirety of his phallus into you abruptly. The shock caused you to remove Shoto’s member from your mouth momentarily to catch your breath and release yet another whine before pleasuring Todoroki again. That came as a surprise to no one, not even Shoto himself, but Bakugou’s pace was rough and almost animalistic.

The sound of his testicles clapping against your flesh testified of the pace and yet, it felt so enticing. Bakugou was not so vocal, but he did leave his fair share of grunts as he buried himself into you more and more until reaching your cervix. It was too much, your core was burning, hell your whole body was on fire. The tears that threatened to fall had put their threat to execution, you knew you were close, the overstimulation was getting the best of you leaving you in a whimpering, trembling mess.

You continued to stroke Shoto’s length with your tongue, but his need to take control took over him. The same hand that rested in your hair suddenly took a firm grasp of your hair and he thrusted himself into your mouth and from there, his grunts became more repetitive. Truthfully, it was the only push he needed to bring him over the edge, the previous work of your tongue had put him under a spell. A spell he never wanted to wake up from. He knew what was coming, you felt it too but how the tip of his phallus was tickling your throat deeper and deeper.

Shoto didn’t even notice the small flames making their apparition on the blades of his collarbone, meaning that it was finally time for him to cum. He set your mouth free and hinted his length towards your chest, letting the drips of cum color your skin, and allowed the most magical moan to leave his already parted lips in satisfaction. “Love, look what you fucking did to me. You’re so beautiful, so beautiful with my cum all over you.” Your first instinct was to fill your lungs with oxygen, something so common yet it was cruelly needed. You looked through your lashes at Shoto with pleading eyes while he looked at you with a glimpse of adoration in his. His digit was carefully wiping the excess of cum leaking down your chin to place it right into your mouth. He could only stare in awe at the sight of you tasting him. He felt so full, and fulfilled. He was finally at peace, soaking in pure bliss.

The grasp Bakugou was holding over your hips became even harsher, which you though was impossible just a few seconds before. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He grunted, trying to keep his volume at bay by digging his teeth into his lower lip but it was all too much to be contained. He knew his climax was close, so close that he could picture it if he closed his eyes just for a second. Bakugou’s name fell on your lips like a forbidden prayer, his name had turned into the only thing you were able to say. “I-...Ah! Inside, inside, fuck, please...”, you felt a wave of pleasure taking over your body, a pleasure so intense, no word could have done it justice. Oh well, that was the sole indication he needed to hear before digging his nails into your sides, causing you to arch your back and bite the sheets, already preventing the cascade of whimpers from echoing in the room. “Fucking hell... Cum with me, now.”

With one last thrust, Bakugou came within you, his face was facing the ceiling as he came undone with you. His cum slid within you and in return, your body thanked him by letting your own juice flow all over his length.

Silence invaded the room. No more grunts, no more moans, no more cries. Pure silence inhabited by the uneven breaths of three protagonists who had just touched heaven by the tip of their fingers. Three victims of passion.

Bakugou pulled out of you, earning a whimper in return at the sudden feeling of vacuity. Your legs were shaking, and you secretly thanked every God for allowing you to stay relatively steady on all fours for this long and be able to endure the bestial-like pace of Bakugou. Needless to say, you were panting, you mouth was agape and you were crying for air. Your body immediately crashed onto the mattress, the soft feeling of the sheets enveloping your skin after reaching heaven made you feel as if you were floating on a cloud.

Bakugou and Todoroki shared a look, a small grin even, before crashing down onto the mattress next to you. You were unable to move, your mind was comparable to a wild blur as a result of your orgasm. A rush of words flew through your air but absolutely none of them was powerful and meaningful enough to qualify how you were feeling. At peace? No, not strong enough. Full? Nope, did not carry enough meaning. It was a unique feeling, worthy of all the praises in the world.

Todoroki draped an arm over your waist and left a trail of kisses upon the flesh of your shoulder, a silent way to thank you for allowing him to experience heaven in a rush. Bakugou, on the other one hand, was facing your back and allowed his index to draw invisible patterns on the skin of your back. Paradoxically enough, the silence carried more words and emotions than an actual speech. Until...

“So... Um, about the mission?”

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sanchosammy · 4 years ago

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It wasn’t a mistake.

Description: You and Frankie have been best friends for years, which is why you’re shocked to wake up in his bed after a night of drinking together. Too scared he’ll push you away after this, you push him out first. Too bad the two of you are forced to deal with your feelings on a camping trip with the guys.

Warnings: Cursing, talks of sex, drinking, I think that’s all?

NOTE: This isn’t my best work, I am not going to lie. but it is a fun read if you’re interested. Enjoy babes!

Word Count: 5,038.

“Fuck,” You moaned out. The pain from your splitting headache made for a rude awakening from your slumber. A familiar smell of cologne surrounded you as you breathed in, and a coolness lingered over your exposed skin causing you to stir further.

Your eyes slowly lifted open as you looked around your surroundings. Frankie’s bedroom...

Oh God, Frankie’s bedroom. You noticed his arm loosely hugging your waist as he slept. The alcohol filled memories started to flood your brain and the night came back to you.

You found out about your promotion yesterday, which was kind of a big deal to you. It was something you worked your ass off for and to be recognized with a raise was everything you wanted. The boys wanted to celebrate with you truly, but it all fell through. Everyone had something come up last minute.

It wasn’t something taken personally by you, you didn’t know about the promotion until the last minute yourself. However, that did not stop Francisco Morales from wanting to celebrate this moment with you. The two of you were the closest out of everyone, a friendship that was filled with so many stupid stories and wonderful memories.

With the pictures to prove it.

Frankie was there no matter the situation. The man simply had balance to him, he would be there when you needed some to wrap their arms around you for comfort but he would also spend his weekend helping you with house projects. He does it all. The problem was he was too good of a man. Which left you madly in love with him. It started off throughout your time in the army together. You had only grown closer as time went on. Him and you spending more time together than anyone else within the last three years.

You thought over the night before to remember how you found yourself in Frankie’s bed. The two of you had never even kissed before, how did it escalate into sex so fast?

You carefully sat up trying not to disturb Frankie’s sleeping figure. The side of his face was pushed against his pillow as his arm hung around you. He looked so peaceful when he slept. A small smile formed as you noticed his bedhead, you loved his shaggy hair.

You looked around the room as you once again thought over the memories. Frankie wanted to celebrate the promotion no matter how much you told him it wasn’t a big deal. He knew you wanted to acknowledge your hard work deep down so he pushed on anyway. It started off with a small cheers with a couple of beers, and that turned into full blown drinking after Frankie decided to teach you an old drinking game he played as a teenager.

Truthfully, it was a simple game. You needed a shot glass and a bottle cap. The both of you had to take turns attempting to get the bottle cap into the shot glass from a distance, and if you missed then you had to drink. And if one of you actually managed to get the cap into the glass, the other person had to chug their drink.

The both of you knew you were too old to be drinking like this, but the game became a friendly competition between the two of you. The small example round turning into a full blown game and after a while the both of you were equally fucked up.

You don’t know why the mood shifted. At some point Frankie’s touch seemed to light a fire on your skin, and he must’ve felt it too because he was the first one to lean in for the kiss. Which somehow turned into the two of you having sex in his bedroom. You could remember it and you knew Frankie would too. The both of you knew how to handle your alcohol, but the judgement of sleeping with your best friend seemed to slip away with a little help from liquid courage.

Your cheeks burned at the details flashing through your mind. You had fantasized about the idea of sleeping with Frankie countless times, seeming you’ve been in love with him so long, but the real thing was so much better than you could’ve expected. He was focused on you the entire time and dammit… Francisco was a giving lover.

The picture of him between your legs was now burned in your mind. A shame lingered behind though. You slept with your best friend. How could you do something so stupid? You managed to not openly flirt with the man for over several years and it all came crashing down after the both of you knocked back a few drinks?

The realization of how this changed everything creeped in. The two of you probably wouldn’t be the same after this. From the silence of the house you could hear your heart shatter if you listened hard enough. All of your time together stripped away from you within a night.

Your eyes burned at the sudden presence of hot tears. You just wanted to leave at this point, it was overwhelming. How could something feel so right, and somehow end up being so wrong?

You shifted from the bed removing his arm as gentle as you could. Finding your clothes scattered on the floor and you hurriedly put them on. You were for sure a little hungover, but you’d have to pick something up on the way home because you didn’t have the balls to face him and have the ‘This was a mistake’ talk. You just couldn’t, it would absolutely crush you.

You closed his door and made sure to lock it behind you. The sun was too bright today as you forced yourself into the car faster than usual. The light from the sky and your sudden sky rocket of emotion causing the headache to feel so much worse.

As you backed out of his driveway, you found tears streaming down your face silently. You weren’t one to just burst into tears but this felt like a death suddenly. A death in friendship and a passing of the best part of your life so far. You looked at his house once more before pulling off and heading home.

The phone beeped again. You looked at it across the room before turning the TV louder. At this point you simply ignored your phone at all costs. It had been a week since you last saw Frankie, and to be honest you’ve been purposefully ignoring the man. When he did finally wake up after you left, there was no hesitation on his end to call you but you didn’t answer. And then there were several texts throughout the week.

You tried not to read them. A few you happened to catch a glimpse of because out of a sickened curiosity you wondered if he hated you after what happened. The few that you caught said ‘(Y/N), call me please.’, ‘Can we talk about what happened?’, ‘Please talk to me.’.

In your mind, all Frankie wanted to talk about was how this wouldn’t happen again. That it was a mistake, or maybe that drunken mistakes happen and he didn’t see you in that way. No matter what he had to say, it was somehow going to hurt you and you couldn’t bring yourself to face it. You were brave in the direct aim of live bullets shooting straight at you on operations, and somehow you found yourself being such a coward at the idea of emotional pain.

The phone rang out again and you found yourself annoyed at this point. Not at the fact Frankie was attempting to reach you all week, but that you were being forced to face emotional baggage of your failed love life. You pulled yourself off the couch and snatched the phone off the counter to silence it, that was until you saw the caller ID.

You swiped to accept and put the phone to your ear. A part of you was nervous Frankie had told him, but you knew he wasn’t that kind of guy. He didn’t kiss and tell, or so you hoped so.

“Hey Santiago!”

“Hey, where you been cariño? You’re usually blowing up my phone more.” He teased you, but he was serious somewhat about the question.

You talked to all of the guys throughout your week, some more than others but that was kind of your thing nonetheless. All of you left the army with a brotherhood, and though they weren’t saps about it. Those boys were emotionally attached to you, and somewhat even adored you.

You sighed out a huff pulling some excuse out your ass about work and the promotion. He brushed the topic forward to what he really called for, “This isn’t going to be a problem for the trip, right?

You paused in your spot as you reviewed his words in your mind… Fuck, the camping trip. Your silence wasn’t the answer Pope wanted to hear.

All of you planned out this camping trip so everyone could meet up somewhere that wasn’t a bar. It was some idea you had thrown out carelessly one night, and you were actually excited when everyone came around to the idea pretty fast. Even old grumpy ass Tom was willing to join in after a little persuading of drinking beers in the woods away from all his stress and worries. Needless to say, that sold him pretty easy.

However, this was before you drunkenly hooked up with your best friend. You ignored Frankie all week and the trip was in less than three days. You couldn’t possibly face him for several days in the literal woods without any escape from your embarrassment. No, absolutely not.

“I don’t think I can, Santi… I’m going to be pretty piled up with work now.” You lied. You felt awful doing so, but you lied your ass off.

“Listen, you’re not getting out of this trip unless you’re dead or kidnapped.” Yeah, that sounded like Santiago. You tried to cut in with a but before he continued, he brushed off your plea to escape this. “You’re not cancelling on us, (Y/L/N). I don’t care if I have to pull you out of bed Saturday morning, you’re coming with us.”

Fuck me. You have to be kidding me. You internally groaned. “Alright, alright! No need to threaten me, sheesh. I’ll be ready.”

In much Santiago style, he teased you with a “Don’t pretend like you don’t like it,” which pulled a chuckle out of you in response as you rolled your eyes.

You said your goodbyes before hanging up the phone. The home screen goes back to reveal the five missed text messages and two missed calls from Frankie from this week. You guiltily put your phone back down to once again pretend you didn’t see the unopened messages from him.

You had no idea how you were going to get through this trip without wanting to throw yourself off a cliff. This was about to be torture.

You pulled into Frankie’s driveway noticing several men gathered around a van, all of them filled with laughter about something. All of you pitched in to rent a travel van instead of driving two separate cars. Unsure on who decided that bright idea because six of you in a van sounded like possibly the best and worst experience all in one.

The group turned towards you as you shut the car door behind you. “Finally, the pretty one has arrived.” You chirped in as a joke. Will replied before anyone else had a chance to, “Oh please, you know that’s Pope’s title.”

You would’ve smacked him on the arm jokingly, but Will picked you up in a bear hug before you could. You hadn’t seen him in nearly two months, and so the hug was extra special this time. You laughed in his tight hold before he released you back on your feet. You made sure to hug the rest of the guys as you always did.

The comfort of their hugs is something money couldn’t buy.. After you hugged Tom you noticed Frankie wasn’t around. As awful as it sounded, a part of you hoped he would cancel out on the trip because of the awkwardness between the both of you.

“Catfish is inside, he’ll be out in a second.” Will commented as he noticed your wandering eyes. You just nodded before going back to your car to pull out the cooler. Benny followed behind to help without being asked.

You purchased half of the food for the trip. Everyone had agreed to pitch money in for different parts of the trip. Food, supplies, gas, and so forth. You pulled your backpack from the backseat before locking the doors, fully ready to start your little adventure.

“Hey,” Frankie’s voice came from behind you causing you to jump. You turned to look at him before mumbling a quiet hey back. You noticed how he looked at you in a way that seemed like he was studying your face rather than simply looking at it. His brown eyes scanning over your features.

You knew he wanted to say something about your disappearance the past week. You could see it on his face. He was fully ready to confront the situation, and he would’ve if your mutual friends weren’t standing behind him.

You looked at each other silently for a moment. Frankie was looking at you like a kicked animal, and he felt like one too. The emotional and physical distance you placed confused and hurt him more than you knew.

You shifted your stare past him to break the uncomfortable eye contact only to find Santiago watching the moment unfold. You pushed past Frankie without a word before heading to the van.

Normally, in any situation, you had unspoken rights to sit beside Frankie. It was just an unofficial rule that everyone naturally followed by now, and that’s probably why Tom and Santiago stared at you suspiciously as you crammed yourself in the back seat with Will instead.

The hurt in Frankie’s face wasn’t something you were blind to. He sat down with a huff coming from his chest as he found a spot in front of you beside Ben. The whole situation was becoming ridiculous and you knew that, but you couldn’t find the strength to talk it out with him. You found it so much easier to avoid the situation completely as selfish as it was.

Will wrapped his arm around you and snickered, “Looks like I stole your girl, fish.”

You cringed in response to his words. Frankie crossed his arms as he adjusted in his seat. If someone didn’t know Frankie well, it seemed like he just ignored the statement completely. A joke that he didn’t find funny possibly. However, you could read his body language. His shoulders remained tight as they often did when he was stressed out.

You wanted to shrink under the vision of Tom who looked at you from the sun visor mirror. It was only a small moment of eye contact before he lifted the visor back up. This was going to be a long three days…

The rest of the car ride wasn’t terrible. The conversation moved to different topics like Benny’s upcoming fight, which you promised to go to. Sunset was already in motion once you arrived at the location and so the six of you carried stuff down the trail as a team. It kind of reminded you of the past and it was a little heart warming of a thought.

You all agreed on a spot that was far out from the other campers. It could have been the bitterness of a grumpy old man but none of you wanted to deal with people on this trip. It was meant to be total isolation with friends.

“Wait a minute, what’s this?” You asked as you picked up the box. A tent labeled for four to six people. No, he did not. “Will, you seriously expect everyone to sleep in the same tent for three days?”

All eyes shifted to Will. Tom letting out a dramatic huff with a ‘isn’t that fucking great.’ and everyone else let out some sort of complaint at the thought of being squished together for several days.

“What?” Will shrugged as he pulled the box from your hands. He walked back over to where the tent was supposed to go soon as he snickered out. “You guys scared I’m gonna cuddle you or some shit?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, I’m more scared you’ll get the wrong idea. I don’t think you’re our type, sorry Ironhead.”

The joke earned a few chuckles from the rest of the guys. Will hardly looked over at you as he replied, his focus remained too busy on pulling out the tent materials. “Apparently nobody’s your type. I mean, seriously, when was the last time we’ve seen Ghost date somebody?”

Your face felt warm from embarrassment. He wasn’t wrong though, it had been nearly two years since you’ve been on an actual date. Tom chuckled as he looked up from the little travel grill he was setting up for dinner “He’s got you there. You batting for the other team or something, (Y/N)?”

Everyone pretended to continue their tasks but you could feel their attention on you. You handed him the supplies for dinner as you mumbled out, clearly unhappy by the question “No, I just… haven’t found someone is all.”

A certain pair of eyes were burning in the back of your head. A pain in Frankie’s heart as he heard the words. It was not only a confirmation that you regretted the week before, but that you weren’t interested in him at all. He wanted to go home already, this was a stupid idea.

There was a weird shift in the air before Will returned to the original topic at hand. “There’s another tent over there. Walmart only had two left in the camping section,”

And sure enough there was. The second tent was much smaller and by the time you helped finish setting them both up, you realized one of them would only fit two people inside. You fell back into the chair looking at the work you accomplished in the thirty minutes.

“So, who is sleeping in the peasant tent?” You joked.

“You and Frankie.” Santi commented casually as he helped Tom. The both of them focused on the burger’s he attempted to cook on the small travel grill. Frankie watched you to see your reaction.

“What? Why us?” You mumbled popping the top off your beer.

Santi continued “Why not? The two of you have already shared a bed before at the rental house. That is unless you’re trying to sneak me into your tent, (Y/N).” He winked before looking back at the food. He flirted mindlessly but it was never serious with Pope, he saw you as a sister at the end of the day.

“Frankie it is then.” You laughed but inside you wanted to die. You had to sleep next to Frankie for three nights after the awkward tension of sleeping together. What did you do so wrong in the world, you wondered.

Time had passed by pretty quick. Everyone was full from dinner and sitting around the fire with a beer. You found yourself next to Will once again. At this point it was simply to avoid putting your chair next to Frankie to put some distance between the two of you.

Benny was talking about some girl he was seeing for the last two months. “Yeah, I don’t know. I don’t think it’s going to work out.” He sipped his beer as he stared into the fire.

“What, why?” You asked.

“I think she’s more into the idea of hooking up more than anything.” He shrugged.

You hummed in acknowledgment before Tom chuckled. “I can’t believe you’re complaining about having sex with someone.”

“Leave him alone, Benny is a teddy bear. He needs a little more care with his lovin’” You mumbled with a teasing smile as you pulled your jacket tighter around you. Benny let out a small ‘whatever’ while laughing, not caring to explain himself further.

“Hey Fish, whatever happened to that girl you were seeing?” Tom looked over at him and everyone followed the action to watch Frankie now.

He looked a little surprised at the sudden attention. When the conversation wasn’t on him, he liked to sit back and listen in silence for the most part. He tended to be a quiet person like that, not wanting to put forth too much.

He shook his head as he looked back down at the fire. His words coming out nonchalant and not interested in the topic, “Tina? That was over two years ago.”

“No, not that one.” Tom said without much thought. Frankie stiffened as the realization washed over him. He never thought the situation would be brought to light. Tom continued on, “That one hookup a couple of months ago. You two didn’t have anything going on?”

Frankie found himself frozen under your sudden stare on him. His eyes caught yours, and he wanted to die in his seat.

It was a mindless one night stand… That happened twice, funny enough. It was the one thing he never mentioned to you in fear it would ruin his future chance. The whole thing happened seven months ago. Someone close to him passed suddenly and he wanted to forget it for a moment, and a woman he knew from high school happened to be in the bar two weekends in a row.

“You never told me about that.” You tried to sound uninterested, but the look in your eyes spoke loudly.

He cleared his throat. The ability to say anything helpful in this situation left him, and he just looked at the bottle in his hand. “It was a mistake anyway.” He said before pressing his lips to the top of the bottle and swallowing a mouthful.

You didn’t know why you were this upset. You sat miserable watching Frankie avoid your stare.

Your jaw tight from anger building up inside. Not only were you hurt by him keeping secrets, but that wasn’t the part that hurt the most. Jealousy had washed over like some sort of fire. A painful and filled with an unstoppable burning inside.

“Whatever, I’m going to go piss.” You muttered under your breath as you walked away from the men. You just wanted to be alone and away from him.

Santi shook his head as he stood up from his chair, “You’ve really done it now, Fish.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Frankie muttered as he crossed his arms and leaned into his chair hoping to sink into the ground.

Santiago ignored him as he followed you into the woods. He knew this was just some lame excuse to walk away from the situation. If sexual tension was ever in the air, the first person to find it would be Pope. He knew what was going on with the two of you, he figured it out after spending the day watching the both of you interact.

“So, when did you and Frankie sleep together?”

You jumped at the sound of his voice. Santi matched with your now slowing steps as the both of you stopped completely. Far enough out of view from the boys. You recovered from the small scare before rolling your eyes, “What are you talking about Pope?”

He chuckled with a small smirk on his face. The moon was the only reason you could see his face considering you forgot your flashlight in your hurry. “Oh, come on. You don’t think I know?”

You considered not answering because you didn’t want to admit out loud. The situation is humiliating enough already. A small sigh left your lips before you nodded in confirmation, your tone sounding defeated. “Alright, yeah. We slept together last week, but we were pretty drunk… It was a mistake.”

“I don’t think it was.” Pope commented as he found a tree to lean against. He watched you for a moment before continuing. “I know this isn’t my place to say this, but… Somebody needs to because Frankie won’t grow a pair. You know the real reason him and Tina broke up?”

You shrugged, “Something about not liking me around.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, that was a part of it.” You watched as he chewed on his lip for a moment. He wasn’t nervous by any means, but deep in thought about what he was about to reveal. “They were in some argument one night, she asked him if he loved you… And he couldn’t say no.”

“What?” You were left stunned. Your mouth felt dry as you processed the information.

Santi walked over laying a hand on your shoulder, “I’m telling you, (Y/N). It wasn’t a mistake.” He patted your shoulder as he walked past you and continued back to the campsite.

The talk was short and sweet, but it left you more confused than before. Did Frankie actually love you? He mentioned she didn’t like you in the past, but you didn’t know that was the reason. What if Frankie really stayed single this long because he was trying to find a chance with you?

You walked back in silence to the spot you came from. Frankie focusing on you as you walked into view before sitting down again. Nobody mentioned the situation with Santi, or how long you had been gone. It wasn’t worth ruining the conversation over.

You found yourself leaning on Will’s shoulder sleepily. The chatter of friends filling your ears as you sat there quietly. You didn’t know if it was the emotions draining you or the day of travel. The longer the night went on you found yourself more and more tired.

You closed your eyes to rest them. It was supposed to be a second, but it must’ve been much longer because you opened them again and you were safely in the tent now. You could tell Frankie was in the tent, his body as far away from you as possible as he slept. When did you fall asleep? When did everyone call it a night? You wondered silently.

You shivered in the drop of temperature. You didn’t think it would be this cold tonight, the weather throughout the day was so warm on your skin and now you had goosebumps.

“Are you cold?” Frankie’s quiet voice scared you. He shifted from his side onto his back as he looked over at you.

“Shit, you scared me.” You let out a quiet laugh before clearing your throat awkwardly, your voice thick with sleep. “Yeah, I’m sorry. Go back to sleep.”

He paid no attention to your comment as he moved his extra blanket on you instead. You attempted to make out his features as he moved to lay back down in his spot away from you, the darkness of the tent made it impossible though. A moment passed as you listened to the sound of his quiet breathing.

You swallowed hard trying to settle your nerves before speaking up in a whisper. “I’m sorry by the way.”

“For what?” He asked, turning his face towards yours. He wished he could see your beautiful face.

“Everything… I shouldn’t have avoided you, you know?”

He heard you, but he didn’t reply. The soft sound of crickets outside filled your ears instead. You decided to continue even if it wasn’t the ideal location to do so. “Do you regret sleeping with me?”

“No…” His voice croaked from whispering. He cleared his throat after a bit before asking “Do you?”

“No,” You admit and although you couldn’t see it, a small smile formed on his face. A chance of hope flashing through his eyes.

“Can I tell you something?” You breathed out.

“Yeah, of course.”

Frankie stiffened when he felt your hand brush against his. When he realized you were reaching out to hold it, his fingers automatically linked between yours and he squeezed your hand softly.

“Don’t laugh at me, okay?” Your voice broke with emotion before you let out a breathy chuckle. His thumb subconsciously began to stroke your hand in an attempt to soothe you. “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since the first time we went on a helicopter ride.”

He stopped to recall the memory. Both of you were still in the army together when Frankie wanted to take you on your first flight. You were so nervous in the beginning, he had spent half the flight talking to keep you distracted. “That was over five years ago.” Frankie commented, the shock was noticeable in his voice.

“Yeah, I know.” You laughed.

Frankie moved closer to you. His movements slow and careful in case you asked him to stop. He was leaning above you now, you didn’t realize how close he was until you could feel the warmth of his breath. Your fingers moved to run through his hair similar to the way they did the night you slept together. He was hesitant to move in as if he wasn’t sure if he should kiss you, so you leaned in pressing your lips to his.

The kiss was slow and drawn out this time as if Frankie was soaking in the moment. Unlike the night before when the two of you were nearly falling over each other. He pulled away pressing his forehead against yours “I’ve known since the time you made me a cake for my birthday.”

“Frankie, that was our first year in the Army?”

He chuckles as he pecks your lips, repeating the same line you used, “Yeah, I know.”

“Why did we wait this long?” You asked out loud. Your arms wrapped around him before he pulled you down to lay on his chest instead. His body heat warming you up within seconds.

He shook his head. He should’ve done this so long ago. A smile settled on his face as the realization settled in he finally got his girl.

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btxtreads · 4 years ago

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perfectly perfect | choi soobin (2)

part of the arcadia academy series

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader ↳ word count: 1.6k words ↳ rating: G ↳ genre: Highschool!au, Jock!Soobin, mostly fluff, white prince!Soobin,,, also Soobin lets himself get dragged around a lot, tsundere!Soobin but nothing that’s too much to handle ↳ series: Arcadia Academy

(please also read “Personal Best,” Arcadia Academy’s Beomgyu series by @bffsoobin 💖)

“So, this is the proposed menu for the cafe,” Y/N commented, passing a sheet of paper over to Namjoon. “I just need your signature right here, Mr. Kim, and we can go bring that over to the finance for the class fund and head over to the grocery store to buy the needed items,”

Namjoon hummed as he studied the text.

Beside Y/N sat Soobin, squirming and fidgeting in his seat as he kept taking quick glances at Namjoon’s desk clock.

The teacher took a quick glance at the boy as he moved to sign the provided sheets.

“Is something wrong, Mr. Choi?”

Soobin jumped in his seat in alarm.

“Oh, um,”

Y/N turned to Soobin with a glare, making the boy huff before shooting a smile at Namjoon.

“Is there really no other way to get that extra credit, sir?” Soobin asked, scratching his neck. “I really need to prioritize the volleyball team’s festival fundraiser,”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N sighed. “but you guys are already rich with donations from Beomgyu’s dad. What else could you possibly need the money for?”

Soobin narrowed his eyes at the girl.

“Well, if you must know,” Soobin replied. “the money isn’t enough to buy first-class flight tickets to finals for all of us,”

Y/N only blinked at him before turning back to Namjoon with a grumble.

“I swear to god, his brain is just one giant deflated volleyball,” Y/N mumbled.

Soobin made a move to reply when Namjoon cut him off.

“Well, in response to your earlier question, Mr. Choi,” Namjoon replied, amusement in his tone as he set his pen and glasses down. “No, this is the only way.”

“Guess you’re stuck with me, volleyball prince,” Y/N smirked smugly.

Soobin glared at the girl, making her chuckle under her breath.

“The prince has got claws, that’s nice to know,”

“Y/N, be nice,” Namjoon chastised before standing. “Well, if that’s all, then you can go ahead and file that at the finance. I’ve got a meeting with other class advisers.

“Right, for the festival,” Y/N sighed, taking the papers back and running through them. “Hey, Volleyball Prince, come on,”

“Stop calling me that,” Soobin sighed, running a hand through his hair and standing up to follow the girl out of the faculty.

As soon as they walked out, Soobin shot a quick smile at a group of girls huddling by the office.

The group swooned and squealed as they went past, making Y/N roll her eyes.

No conversation happened between Soobin and Y/N from then, the only noises being the shuffling of papers and squeals from schoolmates on the receiving end of Soobin’s smiles.

In replacement of the stack of papers in Y/N’s hands, she now had a stack of bills from the class fund.

“Okay, I think this is enough to last us for the whole festival day,” Y/N hummed, nodding.

“Right,”

“Okay,” Y/N said, stuffing the money in her bag. “The big grocery store is about 5 minutes away by car, let’s call an uber.”

Soobin’s head snapped over to her.

“Wait, uber? We’re shopping now?”

Y/N blinked. “Yes. The fair is literally in two days. Ice is the only thing we’re buying on the same day.”

“Wait,” Soobin sighed before shooting Y/N his award-winning smile. “Y/N, I would really love to help you today but, I’ve got volleyball practice in 10 minutes and—“

Y/N rolled her eyes and whirled around, hand grasping Soobin’s blazer and pulling him down to her height.

Soobin’s eyes widened as he found himself face-to-face with the president’s glaring eyes.

“Listen to me, buddy,” Y/N started. “I get it that volleyball is important to you, but do not blow this for me,”

Soobin opened his mouth to respond, but Y/N only shook her head.

“No, zip it,” Y/N hissed. “You might not like this, but you got this job. Either you do it, or you don’t get your precious credits to get your precious scholarship to play your precious volleyball,”

Y/N released the boy, who slowly inched back to his regular height.

“This is the only way to get those credits,” Y/N crossed her arms. “Decide now,”

“But—” Soobin started, glancing over at the doors to the volleyball court.

So close.

He sighed, pulling his phone out with a frown.

“I’ll call the uber,”

Soobin, for the giant athlete that he was, is very childlish.

Y/N found this out when she heard him play with their grocery cart.

The boy, when bored, slumped over the grocery cart and proceeded to make silent woosh noises like he thought she wouldn’t hear.

Y/N cleared her throat as she heard him mutter “woosh” from under his breath again.

Cracking a small smile, she turned to see the boy fumble back to a stand.

“Which brand do you think seems better?” Y/N hummed, holding two bottles of whipped cream.

“Does it matter?” Soobin snorted, taking the cans. “It’s whipped cream,”

“Yes, it matters,” Y/N rolled her eyes, taking the cans away from him. “Changing the creams can change the quality of the food,”

“It’s still food,” Soobin replies before plopping himself on the cart in front of Y/N, going back to making silent woosh noises.

“You are a child,” Y/N sighed, patting Soobin’s head.

The said boy froze, glancing up to raise an eyebrow at the girl.

“Did you just pet me?”

“Like I would a five year-old.” Y/N smirked, setting five cans of whipped cream down on the cart. “Why?”

Soobin gasped, straightening up and bending forward to poke at her sides.

“Where’s your ticklish spot, where?” Soobin chuckled over to Y/N as she bent every which way in his hands to avoid him.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Y/N laughed. “Yield, yield!”

“No,” Soobin laughed.

“Stop!” Y/N whined, laughing as Soobin cackled.

“Okay, okay,” Soobin snorted, his hands laying still on her waist as he stood behind Y/N.

At a first glance, they seemed the domestic, happy teenage couple you see everyday.

His chin was planted on her shoulder, his black hair falling in his eyes.

Her hair was swept to the side, with her hand placed delicately on his with a giggle.

Soobin hummed as he gazed at the shelf of cans in front of them.

“By the way, I think the blue brand’s better cream,”

“Blue brand?”

“What?” Soobin shrugged. “I call it that way,”

“Why did you take a photo of them? Is it because they’re so cute?” A voice sounded. “I remember when me and your father used to be like that,”

“Mom, no, that’s Choi Soobin,” another voice whispered. “That’s one of the most famous guys in our school, he’s a volleyball player. He’s dating the president? I’m sending this to my friends,”

At this, Soobin looked down at his hands and slowly backed away from Y/N.

“Sorry,” He smiled at Y/N who only shrugged.

“It’s fine,” Y/N waved him off. “It’s your fangirls you need to worry about,”

Soobin shook his head and leaned on the shelf as he watched Y/N switch the whipped cream cans in the cart for the ones he said he preferred, a small smile painting on his features.

When she turned to look at him, he quickly turned to another direction.

“Yeah, of course,” Soobin muttered. “but, everyone likes me anyways, it’s fine,”

“Never knew the volleyball prince could be so arrogant,” Y/N sing-songed as she continued down the aisle.

“Will you stop calling me that?” Soobin frowned.

“What, your title?” Y/N asked, her hands running over a selection of tea boxes. “Everyone at school calls you that,”

“Not to my face,”

“Well, that’s because they care about what you think about them,” Y/N shrugged. “I don’t care what you think about me, so I’m less careful about it,”

Soobin sighed.

“I’m just,” Soobin started as Y/N read the descriptions for the tea boxes in her hands. “I don’t wanna be the volleyball prince,”

“But you are,”

“And it’s so much pressure,” Soobin sighed. “I don’t wanna be the all-star athlete, you know? I just wanna be a high-school kid,”

Y/N frowned, raising her head as she looked at him.

Her eyes locked with him.

“But you are,”

He sputtered in his place.

Before he could reply, his ringtone blasted out of nowhere.

“I think somebody’s calling you,” Y/N smiled, turning back around to continue selecting tea flavors.

Soobin sighed and winced at the caller ID. Yeonjunie.

“Hello?”

“Soobin, what the hell?” Yeonjun seethed, making Soobin flinch. “Why did I just find a photo of you with the class president at the grocery store instead of practice?”

Soobin shot Y/N an apologetic glance, making her shake her head in amusement and tune Yeonjun and Soobin’s conversation out.

As she proceeded to pick groceries, Soobin followed her on his phone on one hand and the cart in another—his apologetic tone entering her ears.

“It’s for the fair, hyung,” Soobin rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’ll be there. Fine. I love you too, hyung,”

Y/N laughed as Soobin glared at the girl.

“Guys, stop. Fine, I love you too, Hueningkai,” Soobin groaned. “Stop it. Shut up, Beomgyu. I’m hanging up,”

Soobin sighed, as he pocketed his phone.

Y/N’s smugly faced Soobin.

“I love you, hyung.” Y/N teased. “What’s the penalty for missing practice?”

“Shut up,” Soobin huffed, pushing Y/N’s face away as he walked past. “Nothing, I never miss it anyways, and this is for extra credit so it still counts as academics. I got an out,”

“Okay, but your hands are so big it covers my entire face,” Y/N commented. “A fact I do not need to know,”

“What coffee grounds are we getting, Y/N?” Soobin laughed, making Y/N shrug.

Soobin picked up a coffee bean from the display and a lemon from another, raising a surprised eyebrow as he turned to Y/N with a gasp. “Hey, have you ever wondered what coffees with fruits taste like?”

Y/N has never laughed as much as she did that day.

Soobin and Y/N walked side-by-side, plastic bags in one hand and iced coffee cups in another.

Y/N takes a sip as they take a sharp left, entering the residential area of the town.

“Well, I’m heading this way,” Y/N hummed, gesturing over to a curb. “See you tomorrow?”

“No,” Soobin shook his head, adjusting his grip on the plastic bags at his side. “It’s almost sun-down. I’ll go with you to your house,”

“No, it’s okay,”

“I insist,” Soobin shrugged, making Y/N relent.

The two continued their way.

Y/N marvelled at the tall boy, who snorted when he saw small kids running around with one boy screaming it’s a prank! at his friends.

“For the school’s white prince,” Y/N started, “You sure don’t act so perfect,”

Soobin rolled his eyes.

“What are you talking about again?” Soobin huffed. “Stop calling me prince, and I am perfect,”

“Perfectly arrogant,” Y/N scoffed.

“Perfectly perfect,” Soobin corrected with a grin, taking another sip of his coffee. “Nah, I just don’t feel pressured to be Choi Soobin with you,”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I’m just Soobin, you know?” He shrugged again. “Hey, what’s the concept we’re going for the cafe again?”

“Hm?” Y/N asked. “Oh, none. Just a regular cafe,”

Soobin narrowed his eyes. “What about a monster cafe? Ana’s in drama, right? She can do scary makeup!”

“It’s Hana,” Y/N snorted. “And no. Besides, she’s busy with the drama club fundraiser,”

“Boo,” Soobin said before zoning out.

At this, Y/N observed—doing what she does best. Study.

She studied Choi Soobin for all that he is—the volleyball prince, the school heartthrob and the regular teenager he wanted to be.

Soobin was endearing.

He smiled and giggled a lot. He was very affectionate and liked sweet things like cookies and ice cream. He zones out a lot, likes pranks, and loves his friends and volleyball.

But this wasn’t the Soobin in school.

No, the Soobin in school smiles a lot—but at no particular person. He accepts gifts of chocolates and beverages from girls, but always gives it away to his team members and never ate or consumed one himself. He never engaged in any conversation that wasn’t about volleyball or academics unless you’re someone from the volleyball team. He was smart and charming—but he never tries to one-up anyone (that would be Yeonjun). He’s just… there.

Pretty and tall.

The Soobin in school was dull, a shell, a prince in the spotlight—Y/N preferred this Soobin more.

If only he stayed like this all the time.

Soobin slurped his coffee before gasping.

“What do you say about monster hats?”

Y/N laughed. “No, let’s just stay as a regular cafe,”

“Not even a maid cafe?” Soobin pouted, making Y/N roll her eyes.

“Perv,”

“Hey!” Soobin gasped. “No, I’m not!”

At times like this, Y/N could see why Soobin was the school’s perfect boy. But not for the same reasons that others seem to think.

Y/N sees a different Soobin than his fangirls do—but she’d be dead before she tells anyone that.

“Ah, this is me,” Y/N said, stopping by a small house. “This way,”

Soobin followed her by the porch, setting the bags down with a smile.

“Do you want to come in?” Y/N hummed, fumbling for her keys.

“No,” Soobin shook his head. “I’ve got to get home anyways, there’s volleyball practice tomorrow before festival set-up starts,”

“So early?”

“It’s nationals,” Soobin shrugged, feeling eyes on him. “Gotta shape up,”

He turned to see an old lady from the next house.

“Don’t mind her, that’s our neighbor,” Y/N waved off. “Hey, gran!”

“Y/N, dear!” The woman greeted from her spot. “Is that your boyfriend?”

“Uh,” Y/N blinked, turning to Soobin.

“He’s very handsome. I always knew you’d get a good-looking boy,” the lady commented, making Soobin and Y/N burn red. “What’s your name, dear?”

“Soobin,” He squeaked out, making Y/N shake her head.

“Gran, I think your son is calling you from inside,” Y/N coughed making the old woman gasp.

“Right, of course,” the woman gasped, trudging back inside her house. “Yes, Taehyung. I’m coming, darling!”

Soobin cleared his throat as Y/N laughed awkwardly.

“Sorry about that,”

“It’s nothing,” Soobin said, shaking his head as he followed Y/N into her house, helping her move the groceries to her kitchen.

“Do you want some water or soda or anything before you go?”

“Water’s great,” He smiled, throwing his finished coffee cup into the trash.

He took a seat on the stools by the kitchen counter as Y/N moved inside the kitchen.

She set a tall glass of cold water in front of him with a small smile.

“Hey,” she started as she leaned across him. “I’m sorry,”

“Hm?” Soobin asked, thumbing the glass. “What about?”

“I was too harsh on you,” Y/N muttered, moving to sit next to him. “About the festival, I mean, then making you miss the practice.

“Ah, that’s fine,” Soobin shrugged. “It’s no big deal. I never miss practice, and Yeonjun was still there, anyways,”

“Still, I know it sucks when you get forced to do something you don’t want to,” Y/N said.

“Hey, it’s fine,” Soobin reassured. “I was the one who asked for the credits, anyways.”

Y/N hummed, propping her head on her chin and looking up at Soobin as he took a sip from his glass.

“Hey, Soobin,”

“Hm?”

“Can you promise me something?”

“Sure,”

“Please be there for me, tomorrow,” Y/N muttered.

Soobin turned his head, locking gazes with her.

He copied her, leaning his head on his hands and propping his elbow on the counter with a smile.

“What do you mean?”

“The festival. Please, I really need this,” Y/N begged, straightening up and looking down.

Shyly, she took his hand.

“Please?”

Soobin smiled at her, making her blush and fluster.

“Well, I’m not sure if I have the time,” Soobin started, making Y/N burn redder and pull her hand away.

“But,” Soobin started, his hand reaching back to grasp Y/N’s with a soft smile. “I’ll make time,”

Y/N smiled as Soobin stood up.

“I should go,”

“Okay,”

Soobin picked up his bag and walked towards the door, Y/N following him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Y/N asked, smiling as Soobin shot him a wink and finger guns.

“Definitely,” He chuckled before turning and running away.

Y/N shook her head in amusement.

Yeah, she can see why people liked him that much.

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fangirlovestuff · 5 years ago

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Holding Out for a Hero- Steve Rogers x Reader Pt.3

a/n- hey lovely people! stay safe and enjoy this one!

italics are as always for thoughts/dreams. also, it you’re reading please leave a like or reblog, it would make my day! <3

summery: You’re finally gonna find out why you’re here, at the Avengers compound!

part 2

You followed her silently. If they wanted to give you a spy mission, they would be disappointed. You knew you had no spy qualities whatsoever, so surely they did as well. Heck, you were a psych major. You entertained the possibility they wanted you to be the team shrink. Imagine that, you nearly snorted out loud at that mental image.

You entered a small room. Looked like it was some sort of a conference room.

"Sit."

You sat down, Natasha taking the seat opposite you. "Let's cut to the chase. Do you know why you're here?" You shook your head no. "Seriously? No idea?" You gave her an exasperated look. "Okay."

She opened a file that was resting on the table. "We can skip over the boring details- name, age, blah blah… ah, here it is. Your mission-- "

"Should I choose to accept it", you added humorously. You were fidgeting on the edge of your seat. "Don't interrupt me." She deadpanned and continued. "Your mission is Risk Assessment. Don't," she held her hand up, "questions when I'm finished."

"It means they found you capable of analyzing people, making sure how dangerous they really are, to us or to themselves. Sure, if they are openly holding a weapon it's not hard to tell, but some people like mind games, and they weaponize them. Others are just mentally disturbed. We've had a couple of run-ins with people like that lately, which I'm guessing is why they hired you. As a psych student who has good instincts, you should be able to identify such people and notify your team, which is us, before the threat blows up, figuratively but also could be literally. You'll come with us on missions where we think it's useful to have someone like you, so you'll need to at least be able to hold your own until we can swoop in and save you, so you will train for that. Risk Assessment is pretty risky itself. I'm actually pretty surprised they gave that to a newbie. You must be good then," she smiled and gave you a moment to digest all of the new information.

You sat in silence. After a few moments, Natasha broke it. "Questions?"

You knew she was probably expecting some professional questions about the job. You had those too, but you couldn't help but ask "Why me? I mean, I'm grateful to work with you guys, don't get me wrong, but aren't there people who would be better at this than me? People with PhDs maybe?"

"Maybe. Look, I'm not in charge of the HR department. But I do know if they chose you they had a good reason. Not anyone can work with the Avengers, "she explained. "Some are shady and could potentially leak information, some have a very strong potential leverage against us, like a bad past or big family that lives with them. Some just probably wouldn't get along with the team dynamic. Your family lives away, you don't have a criminal past, and when you quit your job no one will know where you are." At that your head snapped up at her, staring with wide eyes. "Oh it’s fine, the Avengers pay great. And you didn't really think you could keep working when you're an Avenger, did you? Being secretive is in the job description." She showed you the file, pointing to a clause that said something about "concealing information from civilian associates". You nodded at her, satisfied with the explanation. "And you seem like you'll get along with the rest of us just fine." She smiled at you, warm and assuring. You almost forget she was a trained assassin, you mused. "If they picked you, it means you're the best person for the job. More questions?"

"Yes. So I'm gonna live at the compound now? What about the others - will they? How often will I go on missions? And when is my dog gonna be here?"

"Okay, relax. One question at a time. Because you are going on missions with us you'll have to train and prep for that, so your job is pretty much full time, which also means you'll have to quit your current job. In regards to your question, while we can't force you to live here, it is very recommended. It's a long commute from your apartment to here," she smirked, "also, this the safest place for you to be. The same goes for the others. You have a choice."

You thought it over a couple of moments. It really was the safest place for you to be, so you felt like you should take the offer. Also, you might get a glance at Steve walking around shirtless, supplied the annoying part of your brain. Shut up, said the rational part of your brain. To Natasha you said "okay, I'll probably live here. What about my other questions?"

"The frequency of your missions depends mainly on you, and a bit on us as your team. As much as we would like that not to be the case, there are still bad guys in the world. Probably always will be. As an Avenger, your duty id to catch as many as them as you can, before they hurt anyone. So as long as you're in the physical and mental state to go on a mission and we need you, you'll be expected to come with us."

"Yeah, that sounds fair. What about my dog? And now that I'm going to live here, my clothes and stuff?"

"Your dog should be here by the end of the day." She smiled at your palpable relief and continued, "When I notify Tony you'll be staying here, he'll send for your stuff, so they should be here in a day or two. In the meantime, we can supply you with anything you need, just ask. Anything else?"

"that's it for now, thank you. If I have more questions who should I ask?"

"Anyone of us is fine. You can ask Jarvis where we are, or just ask him actually. And one last thing – you can talk to your teammates about your mission, but not to anyone else, and preferably not out of the compound. It's pretty obvious but still really important."

You nodded, "Yes, of course. Thank you." You smiled at her.

You walked back to the elevators. You were feeling a bit hungry, so you asked Natasha where you could get some food. "The common floor has a kitchen." "Thanks."

You exited the elevator into the common floor. Seemed like your teammates had the same idea as you, seeing as they were sitting on the sofas in the room, some open snacks being passed between them. You did a quick headcount to find that everyone was here. Including yourself, you newbies were three women and two men. The men seemed fine, and the woman you didn't know yet looked beautiful.

"Hey!" Julia noticed you standing and called you over. "Come here! How was it? Who briefed you?"

"first of all, can I have some of that?" you sat down next to Julia and pointed to the bag of chips she was holding. She handed them to you, looking at you expectantly.

"I think it went okay. Natasha briefed me. I'm doing Risk Assessment." You explained your job and they all listened. "What about you guys? Honestly, I still don't even know your names, so tell me about you all."

The guy who sat next to Sam on the plane introduced himself as Michael, "but call me Mike," he added. He said he was going to work in Research & Development, as he had a knack for tech, and that Sam briefed him. "Sam told me he didn't really understand all the tech-y words in my file, so he just let me read the part myself," Mike laughed. "He seems like a great guy."

The other guy introduced himself as Oliver. He said Rhodey briefed him, and that he was working as a mechanic. He seemed like a quiet guy, and didn't add anything else.

The pretty woman turned out to be Isabelle. She said she was one of the few people that survived a set on illegal experiments to study the affects of the super-soldier serum. "I'm probably not as strong as Captain America or the Winter Soldier, but I can hold my own in a fight. I'm going to go on missions with the Avengers!" She laughed disbelievingly. She said Bucky briefed her, and that he was sweet as sympathized with her about was she'd been through.

Julia said she was indeed going to work on the law side of the Avengers. You were happy for her, because it seemed she was very good at what she did and it wasn't a dangerous job. Pepper briefed her, and she said Pepper was truly a great woman and enjoyed talking to her a lot. "I'm sure if I get her to be friends with me, she'll totally dish about the Avengers. Or maybe even if we're not friends, she seems really frustrated with them." We all laughed at that.

"Hello," said a mechanical British voice. "I'm Jarvis. It's great to meet you all. For your information, dinner will be served soon, so you might want to head to the first floor."

"Thank you!" you all said in unison. "It will definitely take me some time to get used to that," Isabelle laughed and you agreed.

You all made your way to the first floor, to have your first meal as official Avengers.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #natasha romanoff #avengers #avenger!reader #chris evans #steve rogers imagine #mcu fic

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justwritethatdown · 5 years ago

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Chapter3

I apologise for taking so long to post chapter 3, but this story is pretty personal to me and I didn't think it would have been so hard for me to write it honestly.

→ MASTERPOST

During the two weeks’ vacation in Florida, Beca and Chloe really meet each other and get a lot closer. Beca has to deal with Aubrey and some other known faces, along with new ones, which causes her a lot of social anxiety. This chapter is accompanied by various old songs so it’s a bit of a throwback (:

Words Count: 8.9K

Rating: T

Warnings: Underage smoking, drinking and mention of sex

Read it on AO3 or under the cut ↓

Summer after high school (When we first met)

1st of July 2010

As soon as they arrived to the hotel Beca wanted to go back home. Aubrey was already getting on her nerves, bitching about how much she hated the place. Like if Aubrey wasn’t enough already, Chloe had brought with her Tom and Stacie, so the group was now formed by four people other than her and Chloe – way too many for Beca’s liking – and on top of everything, the other guy of their group was super creepy and started hitting on her in the most disgusting way.

“Bumper leave her alone, she’s off limits” intimated to him Chloe and Beca smiled at her thankfully.

“This place sucks! There’s literally nothing here!” kept dramatically complaining the blonde.

“Why didn’t we go to Miami as always?” wined Stacie.

“Apparently this shithole is the only place Sheila’s new husband could afford" answered Aubrey with disgust “oh- sorry" she fake-apologized to Beca, Chloe glared at her but didn’t say anything.

Beca wasn’t quick enough to think about a comeback that Bumper added “It’s incredible how they could find the only place in Florida with nothing to do! Why do they hate us so much?”

Beca was actually glad there wasn’t much to do and, even if she planned to stay in her room the whole time, avoiding as much as possible socializing, she had to admit the place was nice; the beach looked amazing and it was right in front of their hotel, which had a swimming pool and a spa too, so she didn’t really know what the others were complaining about.

“I hope I will find some chicks anyway" she heard Bumper say.

“As if anyone would date you” dismissed him Aubrey.

“Who talked about dating?” he retorted.

“You’re so gross" hissed the blonde.

“Aw Aubrey, I know you only say that because you’re jealous” he lamented “but you know I see you as a sister... unless...” he trailed off and Aubrey almost gagged at that.

“in your dreams".

__Sometimes I get so weird, I even freak myself out

After leaving their things in the respective rooms and freshening up Beca was forced to go to the beach with her father and Sheila.

“Once we’ve figured out the place, you will be allowed to go around on your own" he explained.

“Dad, the beach is literally on the other side of the street" she complained.

Beca didn’t bother to put on a swimming suit since she was sure she would have been back in her hotel room right away to work on her mix – she was wrong.

They got on the beach and walked to their assigned spot, where they had two sunbeds and a sunshade.

“okay, can I go now?” she asked impatiently

“Honey, why don’t you stay here for a while? It’s so nice" suggested Sheila and Beca just rolled her eyes at her, sitting on the hot sand besides one of their chairs and putting her headphones on.

Beca noticed Chloe playing volleyball in the water with the others and found herself hypnotized by her; the way her arms and body moved swiftly to hit the ball, the way she smiled. Beca was sure, if she were to remove her headphones, she would have been able to hear her melodic laugh.

The teenager froze when she saw Chloe noticing her. She quickly lowered her eyes and fixated them on the sand but was still enough aware of Chloe to know she was getting out of the water and walking her way. When she was close enough, Beca looked up again lowering her headphones. Chloe didn’t bother to get a towel and Beca's eyes couldn’t help but follow the droplets of water running down Chloe’s body.

“Aren’t you getting hot?" Chloe asked making Beca’s face go bright red.

“no... I-what?” babbled Beca shaking her head. Chloe chuckled at that and sat down on the sand next to her.

“why are you still fully dressed?” she questioned, and Beca released the breath she was holding in.

“I don’t want to swim” she simply said, without giving the redhead much to continue a conversation.

“The others wanted to go explore this place, to see if we can find something to do, you wanna come with us?” she offered gently.

“Nah, I’m good" declined Beca.

“Okay".

Chloe got up and started walking towards her friends when she suddenly turned around “I’ll see you tonight then" she said smiling and Beca’s heart felt warm.

The brunette was still looking at Chloe when she saw Tom reach out with a hand and shamelessly clean the sand from her toned ass, making it bounce a little. Beca had to look away.

“Okay I’m gonna go back to the hotel" she announced, leaving before her dad could answer anything. She spent the rest of the day working on her mix.

“So... Beca, right?” asked Stacie not waiting for an answer “we’re going out tonight and you’re coming with us" she ordered. Beca instinctively looked at Chloe, who smiled brightly at her “it’s gonna be fun, I promise” added the tall brunette with a wink. Beca found herself walking to the beach with the rest of the group, Chloe never dropped Tom’s hand – not that she was paying attention to that.

Beca froze when she noticed a bigger group of people waiting for them. She really wasn’t good at dealing with many people at once.

“Hey guys, this is Beca" introduced her Chloe “Beca, these are Jessica and Ashley. They come here every year, so they know every corner of this place" explained the redhead “She’s Flo...”

Beca zoned out while Chloe was introducing her to everyone, she knew she wouldn’t remember any of their names anyway, and which one was Ashley again?

“...and he-" continued Chloe, gesturing towards someone attached to Stacie face. Beca reconnected to the situation just in time to see Luke grinning at Chloe “is Luke. You should know him, he goes to our school” before Beca could decide if she wanted to say that yes, she knew him, Luke smiled at her.

“Of course! I gave her a fake ID. Becky, right?” Beca faked a smile awkwardly.

“it’s Beca actually” corrected him Chloe.

The brunette barely said a word through the whole night. Ashley and Jessica took them to an old forsaken pier, where they stood chatting and drinking beer. Beca thought it was pretty dangerous to drink in the dark on a tiny strike of cement in the sea, but whatever.

“At the end of this pier there is an old dismissed firehouse, everything is dark around it" said Ashley.

“it’s the best place to watch shooting stars" added Jessica.

“that’s amazing, we must go one night!” gasped Chloe excited.

Beca was desperately trying to find something to say, but the more she tried the more her brain got stuck on every little thought, without being able to express any of them. She felt weird, it was like nothing she came up with was good enough to say it aloud; everything sounded too stupid or too lame to interest all those people.

“Oh my god, Beca would you shut up for a second? You’re filling my head with words” complained ironically – and over dramatically – Aubrey, making almost everybody laugh.

“Aubrey!” scolded her Chloe.

“what? It was a joke, she didn’t say a word all night, that’s weird" complained the blonde grinning.

Beca was spiraling and she even considered to tell the group she was tired and run away from the situation when Luke suddenly took out a joint “does someone smoke?” he asked to the group before lighting it up.

“Sure” she answered, glad to have something to calm her nerves just a little.

“You smoke?” gasped Chloe, making Beca’s anxiety hit a new high.

“I… no, I mean yes- just sometimes. Is that a problem?” she found herself babble, as if she had to give some kind of explanation to anyone about that.

“She hates when I smoke” cut in Tom blowing the smoke out of his mouth, before passing her the joint.

Beca took a deep puff thinking that she would never smoke in front of Chloe after she told her it bothered her – if she were her girlfriend, of course – but Tom didn’t seem to have a problem with that.

“It not a problem” softly giggled the redhead “I just don’t like the smell”.

On their way back to the hotel, all Beca could think about was what a waste of time it had been to go out instead of working on her mix. The night was somehow even worse than she had expected, and she was feeling rather nauseous for all the anxiety it changed her with. Socializing is the fucking worst.

Suddenly she felt Chloe’s hand slide into hers, so she looked up at her – she had slowed down to walk next to Beca at the end of the group.

“So, fake ID, smoking pot… maybe I should stay away from you?” joked the redhead.

“Oh yes, I’m such a bad influence” scoffed Beca immediately cringing at her own words.

“How are you?” Chloe gently asked in a way more serious tone.

Beca swallowed hard “I’m good" she lied.

“You know, Aubrey isn’t as mean as she seems, she’s just really insecure and thinks to look stronger taking others down" she explained – that’s not an excuse thought Beca – “she does that with Bumper too" added the redhead squeezing her hand.

“Yeah, it’s okay, I don’t mind" assured her Beca trying her best to smile.

The next day Beca put on some shorts and her bikini top, but still sat the whole morning under her sunshade with her iPod, watching the others play.

The group seemed to have begun official, since they were all having fun together, even Luke was there. He and Stacie seemed to be very intimate, the guy didn’t waste any opportunity to playfully swipe her up in his arms and every time Stacie made sure to let her hands linger on his muscular arms or his toned abs.

The brunette took her phone to message Amy, who texted her the night before asking how the situation was, but Beca was too socially exhausted to answer at the time.

Beca:

Your Luke is here too. The guy is RIPPED!

Amy:

:Q_______ don’t make me jealous T_T

TALK TO HIM ABOUT ME!

Beca:

You know I don’t talk to people.

I think he’s hooking up with Stacie btw :/

Amy:

Aw fuck! <\3

Beca:

Anyway, the situation is balls! I hate everything about this fucking vacation!

She also got an SMS by Jesse that made her roll her eyes, but smile nonetheless.

Jesse:

I miss you too btw <3

Beca:

Shut up.

“Who are you texting?” asked Chloe peering over her shoulder “Jesse..." she answered herself “is he your boyfriend?” Beca instinctively locked her phone and put it away.

“What? No. Absolutely not, he’s not" she hurried.

“okay...” answered Chloe in amusement “boys only send me hearts when they want to date me though" she insinuated “and you told him you missed him"

“I didn’t, that’s the point” gasped Beca “he just assumed on his own" she complained.

“I think you like him" teased the redhead.

“I so do not” stated Beca blushing.

“Whatever, your face says otherwise. Come play now, you’ve sat here long enough" ordered Chloe and Beca found herself obliging.

“I don’t like him!” she repeated letting Chloe drag her towards their friends.

__Please take me away from here ‘Cause I feel like such an insomniac

On the 4th of July they organized this big bonfire on the beach, to see the fireworks and then spend the night there with lots of alcohol, drinking games and a stupid midnight swim – totally recommended to get eaten by a shark.

Beca was particularly grumpy the whole day, she couldn’t believe she was really going to spend the night with all those people she barely knew, after having spent the whole day with them already. She allowed herself to stay in the hotel for a little longer that morning, telling her father and Sheila she had a headache and would have reached them soon.

Beca was chilling under her sunshade when she noticed Chloe approaching her and lowered her headphones around her neck.

“Sheila told me you weren’t feeling good this morning, how are you now?” she asked and Beca could sense she really cared, for some reason.

“Yeah I’m feeling better now" assured her Beca with a small smile.

“Awes! So you’ll still gonna be with us tonight, right?”

The brunette rolled her eyes at that, she really couldn’t understand why Chloe cared so much about her going with them at this stupid party. “Yes, Chloe I’ll be there" she promised hating herself for not being able to say no to the redhead.

“Now come, we’re playing beach volley” added Chloe dragging her by the arm.

Beca could barely leave her iPod and headphones inside her sun bag, that was thrown in a match with Flo and Bumper against Chloe, Tom and Aubrey.

The brunette hated any kind of physical activity, but there was something about beating Aubrey – and Tom – that sparked a fire in her. She still found herself rooting for Chloe somehow, so she couldn’t find it in herself to strike the winning point and let the ball pass her. They won anyway because Flo saved it and Bumper finished the action crushing it at Tom’s feet. The look on Aubrey’s face was priceless.

“Did you miss that on propose?” joyfully accused her Chloe when she went to congratulate them for the win – she was the only one of her team to do that, since Aubrey was still yelling at Tom how big of a delusion he was.

“What? No!" she lied “now can I go listen to my mus-"

“Nope" interrupted her Chloe “now we’re swimming!” Chloe said taking her hand and Beca let the redhead drag her in the water, where Ashley, Jessica and other guys Beca couldn’t remember the names of, were waiting for them.

Shortly after Stacie and Luke reached them informing the group everything was set for the night.

After watching the fireworks Beca was ready to head home – she was ready to head home way before that – but Chloe convinced her to stay, offering her a solo cup with vodka mixed with something super sweet. It was gross but Beca drank it anyway – liquid confidence.

She was on her second drink when Stacie suggested to play ‘spin the bottle’ and everyone eagerly agreed. Beca didn’t, but she didn’t want to draw attention on her, being the only one who didn’t want to play.

“Okay the rules are simple" started Bumper with a serious voice, once they all sat around the fire “on your turn you spin the bottle and kiss whoever it points to. No exceptions or you must pay a pledge” he uselessly explained, since everybody knew the game. Beca hated this game.

“Girls don’t hold back. Specially if you’re kissing another girl, we all want to see that!” he added with a perverted smile on his stupid face.

Beca started feeling sick, she started to think about what she would have done if she had to kiss Tom or, even worse, what if she had to kiss Chloe? She didn’t want that to make things awkward and ruin what could become a good friendship between them.

The first one to spin the bottle was Flo – Bumper’s victim for the day apparently.

Bumper groaned loudly in disappointment when the bottle landed on Luke and the two shared a short kiss without losing too much time.

Beca’s heart was beating way to hard in her chest.

“This game is stupid, I’m out of here" she blurred out before getting up.

“Oh, come on! Worried your nerdy boyfriend would be jealous about it?” teased her Aubrey. Beca straight up wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, but she didn’t – for Chloe, obviously.

“He's not my boyfriend” she said leaving.

“Beca hey, wait” called after her Chloe following her. When Beca was positive they were far enough from the group, she slowed down and let Chloe reach her.

“What happened?” asked the redhead with those soft eyes Beca could clearly see, even in the dim light.

“Nothing happened. It’s a stupid game" she repeated “and I don’t want to kiss most of the people sitting there anyway so what’s the point?” “so there’s someone you do want to kiss!” pointed out Chloe. Beca’s stomach twisted at that “who is it?”

“Is it Luke?” she hazarded when Beca didn’t answer to her.

“That’s none of your business” growled the brunette, starting to walk away again “don’t follow me" she demanded.

Beca couldn’t sleep that night and she couldn’t even work on her mix as she used to most nights, she was too preoccupied obsessing over the fact that she was rude to Chloe for no reason. She just really wanted to go back home.

The next day Beca didn’t want to go to the beach. She was sure Chloe hated her and didn’t have the guts to face her. She knew she had to, she needed to apologize to her, just like she did with Jesse before leaving for this hellscape.

“Dude, can we talk for a moment?” asked Beca before their chemistry class started. “What for?” asked Jesse. Beca guessed she deserved that.

“Look, I’ve been an ass okay? I was stressed out and took it out on you" she tried, but she knew the guy wouldn’t give in so easily “I like having you around, you’re like the only one I actually like having around. I miss you dude, I’m not good at this but school is not the same without you being my friend"

Jesse sighed loudly “okay weirdo, I’m gonna let this one go, but next time you pull something like that we’re done.” He threatened “now, what did you say about missing me?” he teased with a smug smile.

__Thinking to myself, hey isn't this easy? And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town

When Beca finally found the courage to go to the beach she even forgot to bring her headphones, busy rehearsing the speech she had prepared to apologize to Chloe.

She totally didn’t expect to find Chloe sat on the sunbed next to Sheila’s, waiting for her. Beca gulped and slowed down, her heart started racing and her hands were sweaty.

“Hey, Chloe... uhm" she cleared her throat, her speech suddenly disappeared from her memory. Chloe looked at her using a hand as a shield against the sun, that still passed through, forcing her to close one eye.

“Hey! You finally decided to join us huh?” she beamed at her and for a moment Beca thought her smile was brighter than the sun. Chloe wasn’t mad at her apparently, so Beca sighed sitting down next to her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I was waiting for you" simply said the redhead.

“What about the others?” “they went surfing". Beca furrowed her brows at that so Chloe added “I’m on my period" “oh" was all the brunette could answer.

“I was thinking we could listen to one of your playlists, but I see you don’t have your iPod” said Chloe pouting a little.

“I- I actually have it. I just forgot the headphones”.

“Oh, you girls can use mine" offered Sheila smiling at them and Beca felt very confused at that.

“No, don’t worry, there’s no need to" tried Beca but the woman insisted, so Chloe took the white wire she was offering.

“I’m going to put my feet in the water" excused herself Sheila.

Beca plugged the earphones in and gave one to Chloe, who adjusted herself on the lounger she was sharing with Beca – even if there was an empty one next to them now. Beca pressed play to her ’09 – ’10 playlist. It didn’t take long for Chloe to take charge of the device and start go through the tracks.

“Oh my God, can you listen to one whole song?” groaned Beca, Chloe kept constantly skipping through songs.

“Sorry" chuckled the redhead “okay, I promise I won’t skip this one" she said when ‘When Love Takes Over’ started playing.

“I didn’t think you listened to this stuff” Chloe quoted her and Beca smiled biting her bottom lip “it’s so different from your other playlists”

“I’m trying new things recently. I like the beat; David Guetta is really talented” she explained.

It was so easy to be with Chloe without all those annoying people around them, Beca loved the way Chloe went through her playlists and the smile she had while they discussed music made Beca feel all warm inside, or maybe it was the fact that they were basically laying on top of each other in the small sunbed, both wearing nothing but their swimming suits, with so much skin on skin contact. Beca was just actively not thinking about that.

Beca tried not to read too much into it when Chloe declined Tom's invitation to sunbathe together – that totally meant “come make out with me for a while” – telling him she’d rather stay there with Beca, but when the redhead turned even Aubrey down, a small pleased smile made its way on her lips.

“Ugh Chloe, you’re really boring when you’re on your period” complained the blonde in front of everyone and Beca furrowed at her “dude, what’s your problem?” she asked and felt Chloe grab her arm “don’t” she whispered before getting up “I’m coming” she sung following Aubrey.

__Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they’re not shining

That night they decided to go to the abandoned lighthouse. The path was so dark they had to use their phone screens or lighters to see where they were placing their feet.

“You could have told us to bring some flashlight or something” commented Stacie. “Yeah, you’re right… sorry” apologized Ashley.

“Okay, what now?” asked Aubrey crossing her arms around her middle, when they reached the end of the pier. “We… lay down and watch the stars” answered Jessica, trying her best to maintain her smile in place – she was clearly struggling with Aubrey’s attitude – so Beca decided to back her up.

“Sounds great to me” she said laying down.

Chloe was the first one to follow her and decided to use Beca stomach as a pillow, making her gulp. Beca didn’t even notice how much Jessica appreciated her gesture, because she was focused on not breathing too much and bother Chloe someway.

One at a time, all the guys laid down beside them, in a Tetris way; each of them was using a part of someone’s body as a pillow – except for Beca, who only put her crumpled hoody under her head – The brunette noticed Tom resting his head on Chloe’s tights, just where her short summer dress ended – they totally had sex already – something about that, incredibly bothered her.

“You guys aren’t going to do it while I’m your pillow, right?” she joked awkwardly and Chloe giggled looking up at her “Don’t worry, we’ll behave” she assured her with a wink that made Beca’s insides melt.

The starry sky was beautiful, the stars shined so brightly in the dark surrounding them that they could spot several shooting stars. Beca was finally enjoying herself; no interactions, no Aubrey – she was somewhere far from Beca and was finally shutting up – if Beca focused hard enough she could pretend it was only her, the stars and Chloe. It felt so good to have the redhead lying comfortably against her, she let her right hand gaze Chloe’s arm, it wasn’t Beca’s fault, it was just their position.

What she didn’t expect was for Chloe to reach out to take that hand and hold it on her own stomach, Beca froze for a moment at the feeling of Chloe’s fingers intertwined with hers, even if that wasn’t the first time.

“Ugh! I’m so bored” wined Aubrey, making Beca almost groan while she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah me, too” agreed Stacie “if we don’t do something now, I’m gonna fall asleep”.

“We could sing something!” suggested Chloe, but the others completely ignored her suggestion.

“Isn’t there a club or something?” asked Tom sitting up.

“Yeah, I wanna dance with some hot girls” exclaimed Bumper getting on his feet.

“Well, there’s a crappy disco club, but there are mostly old creepy men there” hesitantly admitted Ashley.

“Anything would be better than doing nothing here” stated Aubrey getting up.

Beca noticed Chloe huffing and she spoke without thinking “I’m cool staying here, if you want to stay” she whispered to Chloe. The girl suddenly started to sweat, her heart racing.

“Would you do that?” asked the redhead in disbelieve and Beca smiled at her.

“Of course, dude”.

Chloe turned to the others, now all on their feet, waiting for them “You guys go, we’re staying here” she informed them. Tom crouched down to hover over Chloe’s face “you gonna be okay?” he asked and she nodded smiling at him. The guy gave Chloe a quick kiss goodbye before leaving with the others.

Beca was in her head. She thought she had to say something, not to make things awkward, but for some reason she couldn’t stop thinking about Tom; about the fact that, if Chloe were her girlfriend, she would have never left her to go clubbing – if it was up to her she would have stayed there with Chloe stargazing her whole life.

Chloe shivering brought Beca back to reality, she quickly reached for the hoody under her head and offered it to her “cold?”

“Oh, don’t worry, I don’t want to take it from you” declined it Chloe shivering again.

“Shut up, you’re shivering!” stated Beca putting the hoodie on Chloe as a blanket.

“What if you get cold too?”

“You are my blanket” Beca heard herself saying and she widened her eyes.

“Fair enough, but if you get cold, you’re getting it back” intimated the redhead, and squeezed Beca’s hand, she was still holding under the hoodie.

“Okay” agreed Beca – there was no way she would take that hoodie back from her.

“So… your parents let you sleep with Tom?” Beca asked out of the blue.

“Absolutely not” laughed Chloe “officially, I share my hotel room with Stacie. But he has his own room”. Beca bit her tongue for asking – yup, they were definitely doing it.

“Have you ever been with someone?” asked Chloe as if she could read Beca’s mind, it made Beca choke on air and it took her a few coughs to blur a simple “no”.

“What about Jesse?”

Beca rolled her eyes at that “I told you, he’s not my boyfriend” she repeated annoyed

“Stacie says the same about Luke” informed her Chloe and Beca snorted.

“I don’t l-”

“you don’t like him, okay” sighed Chloe “but I think he likes you”.

Beca fell silent for a moment, contemplating that. “It is possible, yes. But does it really matter if I don’t like him back anyway?”

They weren’t staring at the stars anymore; Chloe had turned on her side to look at Beca more comfortably and Beca felt like she was drowning in those ocean blue eyes.

“No” said softly Chloe “but you could like him and not knowing. If Aubrey wouldn’t have told me Tom was into me, making me consider the fact of dating him, we wouldn’t have been together for almost two years now” she added. Beca frowned, could she really feel something for Jesse without knowing it? – she had to admit, she was rather clueless regarding her own feelings. “But maybe that’s not your case” shrugged Chloe.

“You’re different” blurred out Beca and Chloe gave her a questioning look “from the girl I met at dinner” she clarified looking away, suddenly looking at Chloe was too much for her.

“Yeah, about that” sighed the redhead “I owe you an apology, I was kind of a bitch” she said screwing up her face.

“I think you made up for that” Beca chuckled “why did you act like that though?” she asked.

“it’s just that… my parents, they are…” she railed off, so Beca looked at her again “I don’t really like them, or their friends- sorry”.

“Oh no, trust me, no one likes Sheila less than me” scoffed Beca.

“But she seems nice to you, I think being with your father changed her”

“I think she’s just faking it for him” answered Beca, feeling rather uncomfortable talking about her.

“Trust me, I would notice that. I’ve known her my whole life” assured Chloe.

“Why don’t you like your parents?” Beca asked, desperately trying to change the subject.

“They’re just two selfish snobs, who only care about the appearances. Everything must look perfect on the outside, when the truth is that they don’t care about me at all-”

“How can that be true?” interrupted her Beca, genuinely finding it impossible for someone not to care about Chloe.

“They only care that I don’t embarrass them. So I put up with their façade in public, but I ignore them at home.”

Beca found herself squeezing Chloe’s hand in empathy, sensing the deep sadness behind her words.

“I’m sorry I ignored you too, to me you were only Sheila’s new kid” apologized Chloe “and I always ignored her too”

“I’m not her kid” clarified Beca, feeling uneasy “and you said that like if I was a new pair of shoes” she scoffed.

“No oh my god, of course. I- sorry, I didn’t mean it like that” rushed out Chloe “you’re so much more than that, Becs”.

Beca didn’t know if she blushed at that, but she knew for sure that her heart started racing again, so she cleared her throat to dissimulate it “why are you so kind to me all the times?” she asked, genuinely curious about that.

“why not?” asked Chloe smiling and Beca just laughed shaking her head.

“Why are you Aubrey’s friend then?” inquired the brunette. Chloe huffed loudly and Beca feared she overstepped – Aubrey was her best friend after all.

“We grew up together…” she started unsure “I don’t have memories of a time when I didn’t know her”.

Beca could understand that, even if she and Amy had opposite personalities, she grew to love her through time, so she figured it was the same thing for Chloe – Amy was way better than Aubrey though.

“I know she seems awful, but her parents are way worse than mine” continued Chloe “they put on her so many expectations, it’s so much pressure that I don’t know how she doesn’t crack under it” Chloe stopped to clear her throat “if she doesn’t reach their standards they call her a failure, she’s just a teenager!”

The girls talked until 2am before Chloe declared she was tired, so they went back to the hotel.

“Thank you” said Chloe taking off Beca’s hoodie and giving it back to her

“No problem” answered the brunette smiling gently “goodnight”

Her hoodie smell like Chloe now and Beca didn’t stop to wonder why she liked it so much, but she did. She made a mental note to always bring it along, just in case Chloe might need it again.

__My heart it pounds, yeah you got me

Beca wasn’t surprised when the next day Chloe spent more time with Tom, what surprised her was that she joined the group willingly and spent the day with them without hating it. She was pleased to notice that after a few days of knowing these people the effort she had to put in to socialize wasn’t that big anymore, things were starting to feel natural.

They decided – Aubrey decided – to go back to the club that night and Beca really hated the idea. She didn’t dance, no matter how hard Amy had tried, Beca decided that dancing just wasn’t for her.

“That place sucks so bad” said Aubrey for the millionth time and Beca was bold enough to ask her “why are we going then?”

“Because there’s nothing else to do in this fucking place” spat out the blonde rolling her eyes.

Beca found herself isolating again when they started a singing game where one player started singing a song and, on your turn, you had to sing another song starting by one word of the song the other player was singing. If you don’t sing on your turn, you lost.

Beca was close enough to hear them and had a song ready for each turn, she couldn’t help her smile when Chloe started to sing the same song she thought of. When Bumper interrupted her to keep the game going, Beca found herself missing Chloe’s voice for a moment and decided to distract herself not to think about that.

“Why don’t you come playing with us?” asked Chloe, making her jump; the brunette didn’t notice Chloe approaching her.

“I don’t sing” she blurred out.

“This is not a singing contest, it’s just a game. I know you would be very good at-”

“Chloe would you come play? Forget about her” scoffed Aubrey “she’s just being a weirdo as usual”.

Beca sensed Chloe tensing up, she knew the girl was ready to fight Aubrey about that, but she stopped her hushing out a quickly “don’t worry” before getting up from her beach towel “it’s not worth it” she added leaving.

It was shortly after dinner when Chloe showed up at her hotel room “You forgot this on the beach today” she said gently handing her the towel.

“Oh, thanks” answered Beca taking it with a smile and starting to close the door.

“Wait” stopped her the redhead pushing against the wooden surface “can I come in?”

“Sure” said Beca moving out of the way “if this is about what Aubrey said, I’m okay” she assured.

“It isn’t” said Chloe “I mean, yes that too, but mostly I came here to get you ready” she beamed out showing her the beauty case she brought along.

Beca arched an eyebrow “what for?” she asked slightly scared.

“for tonight”

“I’m not coming” scoffed Beca.

“Yes, you are! Beca please, we’re gonna have fun! Do it for me?”

So Beca found herself sitting on a chair in front of the mirror, with Cloe fixing her hair with a curling iron.

“Why do you care so much if I come to this stupid club anyway?” asked Beca struggling to stay still with the burning hot weapon so close to her head.

“I just enjoy your company” Chloe said casually “is it that hard to believe?”

“No, I guess” lied Beca – it was the most impossible think to believe for her, that someone like Chloe wanted to waste her time with her. She was obviously just being nice to the weird kid because she was a nice person.

Beca spent most of the night sitting on a short wall next to the dancefloor, if one could call it that; the ‘club’ was more a bar stand with a large space – probably a dismissed caravan parking site – they put a console, some speakers and stroboscopic lights in. the only good aspect was that they served alcohol without asking for an ID, but the place was depressing and the Dj sucked.

Next to Beca there was Lily – a girl of their group Beca never heard speaking, but who still interacted more than her – who didn’t feel like dancing either apparently. Beca didn’t talk to her, she kept sipping at her Rum and Coke in silence. Beca was definitely not watching Chloe dance against Tom, the way she dipped low and grind against him after rising back up, he was slowly moving behind her, eventually grabbing her hips or bending over to kiss her cheek, neck or anything he could find.

If you ask her, Beca couldn’t tell how, but when she saw the group come back from the dancefloor, she knew Aubrey was about to tell her something stupid, convinced to be extremely funny. “Wow Beca, you’re really having fun tonight huh?” she teased and the brunette just snorted at her, more bothered by the terrible work the ‘Dj’ was doing than by the cheap comments Aubrey could come up with.

She vaguely noticed Just Dance started playing. The mix she just finished making was ten times better than what they were listening to. For a moment she fantasized about taking control of the dj boot and play it, she had it in her iPod after all. Chloe taking her hand brought her back to reality.

“Let’s go dancing!” screamed Chloe, probably because she’d been dancing too close to one of the speakers, tugging at her arm.

“I don’t dance”

“Of course, you don’t” chuckled Chloe “come onnnnn” she whined.

“I don’t even like this song” tried Beca, putting down the empty solo cup she was still holding.

“Liar, I know you love this song, it’s in your playlist!” called her out Chloe “come dance with me, please”

Beca couldn’t resist that smile, her heart started racing; the brunette knew in that moment that she was doomed – she would have done anything Chloe had asked her.

Beca let Chloe drag her in the middle of the dancefloor and felt a shiver when the girl didn’t drop her hand when she started dancing. Beca was frozen, she had no idea what to do, she was the only idiot standing still, but couldn’t convince her body to start moving.

“Dance!” laughed Chloe, gently shaking her by the hand.

“I don’t know how to” she confessed.

Chloe moved impossibly close to her face and Beca’s breath got caught in her throat. “I’m gonna tell you a secret” whispered the redhead “nobody does” she said winking “just move with me”

Beca thought she was going to pass out when Chloe reached out to gently place her hands on Beca’s hips, bringing their bodies together, to rhythmically move against each other. Having the other girl so close made her heart beat unsafely fast. Eventually she started moving on her own to dance with Chloe; the way Chloe pushed her head up, sometimes running her fingers through auburn hair, was unfairly sexy. For the first time Beca didn’t second-guess what was going on; she just kept on dancing, resting her forearms on Chloe’s shoulders. The way Chloe’s looked oat her took her breath away; she blamed it on the alcohol and the loud beat, on the endorphins formed in her system because of all the dancing – probably everybody felt this intoxicated while dancing with someone – everything was normal.

__ She is like a melody in my head That I can't keep out

The rest of the vacation was a blur to Beca. Maybe it’s true what they say about time running faster when you’re having a good time. Beca wouldn’t say she was actually having a good time, she still hated hanging out with people she barely knew and had pretty much nothing in common with – and most of all she still hated Aubrey – but the small moments she got to spend with Chloe were enough to get her by.

Those times Chloe choose to sit on her lap instead of the empty seat that was too far from her, or when she randomly took her hand or started lightly brushing her fingertips on her harm in that relaxing way – that did everything but relax Beca, if she was honest – or even the casual touches, those Beca wasn’t even sure Chloe did on purpose. Those moments were all Beca could think about. Chloe was all Beca could think about.

It wasn’t unusual for them to listen to Beca’s iPod together while eating lunch or while the others went jumping from the riff; something that Beca found very funny, but that Chloe hated, so Beca decided to pass on that too, just to spend more time alone with the redhead.

“What is this?” Asked the redhead scrolling through the songs “Beca-mix_1"

Beca’s eyes widened and she jumped to take the iPod from Chloe, but she was too slow, and swallowed hard hearing the first notes of it playing in her ear.

“Did you make this?” asked Chloe in shock.

“Yeah...” shyly admitted the brunette.

“Beca this is amazing!”

“You like it?” asked Beca in disbelief.

“I love it!” gasped Chloe in awe “Beca, you’re so talented!”

“I- thank yo-"

“Did you make others?”

“No, I mean yes, but they’re crap. This is the first one I liked enough to save it" explained Beca scratching at the back of her head.

She had never let anyone listen to her mixes – not even Amy – and she’d never thought Chloe of all people would have been the first one to hear it. For some reason Chloe’s opinion meant the world to her, and the fact that she liked something she made, gave her a weird kind of high she’d never experienced before.

__Feels like I’ve waited so long for this, I wonder if it shows

One night, after they said goodbye to the others, the core group decided to stay up until dawn instead of going to sleep, so they sneaked Luke – who always walked Stacie to the hotel to steal one last kiss – in and went on the roof of the hotel, that was full equipped with chairs, sofas and sunbeds. Beca opted for a hammock, while the others were gathering their seats in a circle-like form next to her.

“Scoot" intimated her Chloe wanting to fit on the hammock with her, but Beca didn’t move. “fine, I’m just gonna lay on top of you then" threatened the redhead trying to climb on the hammock and risking flipping it.

“Okay, okay. Jesus!” laughed Beca making room for Chloe next to her.

“Do you two need a room?” joked Stacie.

“I’m totally on board with that babe!” added Tom laughing.

“Who told you you’re invited?” teased Chloe with a smug smile.

Beca knew they were all kidding, but she couldn’t stop her face to turn bright red and her heart to beat so fast she was afraid Chloe could feel it hammer against her chest.

“Beca you wanna smoke?” asked her Luke lighting up yet another joint.

“No thanks, I’m gonna pass" she declined, for Chloe obviously; she didn’t want to bother the redhead, since she knew the girl couldn’t stand the smell of it. Beca didn’t know if she was hoping that Chloe noticed she was doing it for her or not, but when Chloe turned to whisper to her “it’s okay if you wanna smoke, it doesn’t bother me" she felt her stomach flip.

“Aw Beca, your alt girl days are ending already?” mocked her Aubrey.

“Aubrey why don’t you try smoking a little? It will relax you! And while you’re at it you can also try getting off my case for once?” she spat out.

“Woooooah" cheered Bumper and everyone – except for Aubrey, obviously – started laughing.

It didn’t take long for Chloe to fall asleep, Beca had put her hoodie on the both of them as a blanket and made sure not to raise her voice too much while laughing and chatting with the others. After a while the group started to run out of energy; Tom was checking his phone, Stacie and Luke were just making out and Aubrey was busy convincing Bumper that nothing would ever happen between the two of them.

Beca took the opportunity to lose herself in her thoughts; in the fact that, even if she’d always hated physical contact, to have Chloe sleeping cuddled up on her felt so nice. She didn’t want to elaborate the feeling, nice was enough for now, it was too soon to let her mind analyse the way her body felt warmer every time Chloe as much as looked her way, or the way her heart beat out of time. It was too dangerous to get an answer to why that happened to her every time Chloe was around.

She noticed the guys decided to go to give up, too tired to wait for the sunrise, and she decided to pretend she was asleep, not ready to give up laying there with Chloe yet.

“Chlo, come on, we’re going to sleep" tried Tom, but the redhead didn’t give him any response, other than a soft snore.

After a few minutes of trying, Aubrey got annoyed “let’s just leave them" she said, “I’m going to bed" and left.

Beca heard Tom standing there pondering the situation for a moment, before deciding to leave too.

The morning after Beca was awakened by the sun burning hot on her face; that and the hoodie worked together to generate an uncomfortable heat, making them both sweat. A soft groan escaped her, she didn’t mean to really fall asleep, she just wanted a few more minutes before waking Chloe up and going to their respective hotel rooms.

They had shifted during the night and Beca soon found out that she couldn’t move without waking Chloe up some way; the redhead was half on top of her, using her shoulder as a pillow and their limbs were intertwined. Beca’s left arm – the one laying under Chloe’s body – was numb, but somehow Beca didn’t hate any of that.

Chloe’s smell surrounding her and the weight of the girl on her made Beca feel things she’d never felt before. If it was anyone else, Beca would have rung for the hills, but there was something different about this girl, something special, that didn’t scare her. If anything, it made her feel brave.

Beca didn’t realise her hand was on Chloe’s hip, until the girl shifted beneath it while turning around, she turned too much and Beca had to catch her before she fell down the hammock. The brunette knew it would have given away the fact that she was awake, but she figured that falling down the hammock wouldn’t have been a really nice way to wake up.

“Nice catch" mumbled Chloe rubbing her eyes, still a little shook for her almost fall “were you awake?”

“Yeah I just woke up" confessed Beca “I couldn’t move though”.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” asked the redhead still half asleep – she looked adorable.

“I don’t know, it seemed rude" laughed Beca.

__ I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by

The last day of vacation came way too soon. Beca spent the day with a heavy feeling on her stomach, due to the awareness that everything was ending. Back in Atlanta things won’t be the same as they were now, they were going back to reality, a reality where Beca can’t spend every day with Chloe listening to music and just being.

It was bittersweet to see her same gloom mirrored in Chloe’s behavior; it felt nice to know that Chloe was sad about giving up what they had now, but that only confirmed Beca’s conviction that everything was about to change for them.

The evening went by in the blink of an eye and the group was finishing dinner in the big hotel’s dining room.

“Are we going to stay up tonight? For real I mean" asked Tom chewing the last bite of his steak.

“Of course we are, that’s our last night" answered Bumper “but we have to sneak in everyone this time, I know Florencia will give in tonight" he added making the others roll their eyes.

“Leave that poor girl alone, she doesn’t know how to tell you anymore, she’s not interested” spat out Stacie.

“That’s the point, she doesn’t know how to say no anymore, so she might say yes" he explained wiggling his eyebrows.

“Ugh, dude that’s fucked up!” groaned Beca pushing her plate away.

“Are we going to sneak in some booze too or we gonna behave?” asked Chloe biting her lip.

“We’re obviously sneaking some alcohol in, Chloe. I can’t stand those idiots when I’m sober" scolded her Aubrey.

“Ugh true” laughed Stacie, igniting a general laugh.

This was one of the things Beca couldn’t stand about this group, they were always talking shit about people behind their backs and pretend to like them when they were around. It wasn’t even true that they didn’t like them, they just needed to be assholes sometimes and make fun of other people. Even Chloe let herself get involved in their behavior – something she had to do to adapt to the group, for sure – and that was probably the only thing Beca didn’t like about her. Beca was sure they did the same thing with her too and the thought made her feel sick.

That night there was an unspoken agreement between the girls, to keep Flo away from Bumper for as long as they could; he was harmless, but all of them knew how annoying he could get and they didn’t want Flo to give in just to make him stop – even Aubrey seemed to care about that and did her part.

As soon as they got to the roof, they rushed to find a seat.

“Becs, come sit with me?” suggested Chloe gesturing towards the hammock and Beca felt her stomach do that flip she was used to by now.

“No way!” shouted Bumper “the hammock is mine tonight! Miss Fuentes, care to join me?” he said all charming after occupying the hammock.

“She won’t. She’s sitting next to me" ordered Aubrey patting the empty chair next to her sofa, as if she was calling a dog.

Flo sat down next to her whispering a hushed “thank you".

Chloe ended up sitting on Tom’s lap and Beca curled up in a sofa a couple of seats from them.

They decided to play ‘never have I ever’ and Beca thought she was winning when she realized she hadn’t done most of the things they were mentioning; she only drank once when Chloe said “Never have I ever smoked pot".

She learned a lot of things she didn’t care about but that Amy would have loved to know; she learned that Aubrey got blackout drunk and spent the night with her face in the water, that Luke was actually pretty good in school and that Stacie – and Bumper apparently, but no one really believed him – was in a threesome once.

When it came her turn, she smirked devilishly, convinced that what she was about to say would have made everyone drink – something nobody succeeded with yet – “Never have I ever… kissed someone” she proudly declared.

The group fell silent for a moment.

“What?” spat out Aubrey suddenly, unable to keep her laugh in anymore.

“You can’t be serious” added Stacie shocked.

“I mean we can make up for that if you want, we have Bumper who would kiss anything as long as it moves" chuckled Aubrey.

Beca stood there while everyone was laughing at her, she didn’t know what the hell made her think it was something to brag about – to be 16 and haven’t kissed anyone yet – she felt her eyes sting, she knew she was about to tear up, but was trying to hold back with everything she had, she couldn’t give them any more reasons to laugh at her.

“I don’t think it’s funny" said Chloe.

“Come on babe, you have to admit it is a little funny" said Tom still giggling.

It made Chloe stand up from his lap and turn around to glare at him “okay, whatever, it’s not funny" he agreed, trying to get her to sit back on his lap, Chloe angrily freed her hand from his grasp and walked away from him, towards Beca.

“Can I sit with you?” she asked gently.

“Sure" quickly answered the brunette trying to make as much room as she could for Chloe to sit next to her.

“I don’t wanna play this game anymore” she declared.

“Babe I’m cold, come back here" complained Tom.

“You know I can’t stand you when you act like an asshole”.

It didn’t take long for Chloe to curl up into Beca while they were listening to one of Flo’s weird stories. Beca wasn’t listening to her at all, she was focused on the feeling of having Chloe curled up on her for the last time in who knows how long.

When the sun started rising, Beca felt there was something final about it. Her last sunrise with Chloe. It was like time was slipping from her hands and there was nothing to do about it.

“Shouldn’t we clean up this mess?” asked Chloe when the guys started to say goodbye to each other.

“People are paid to do it, Chloe” told her Aubrey in her usual smartass tone.

Beca had an earlier flight than the rest of the group because her father had to be back in Atlanta sooner, so she had to say goodbye to Chloe at the hotel, while the others got to take her same plane. Beca awkwardly waved the group goodbye before pushing her suitcase in the back of the taxi and when she turned around Chloe crushed into her, hugging her tight.

“Have a safe flight" she whispered in Beca’s ear.

“Yeah you too" told her the brunette pulling back from the hug with a soft smile.

When she climbed into the taxi Sheila was looking at her proudly “I told you, you were gonna become friends" she all but beamed.

“Whatever” huffed Beca before putting her headphones on. She felt bad about being rude to Sheila – that’s a first, she thought – but it lasted for almost five seconds, before she turned around to see Chloe waving her goodbye from the sidewalk.

#bechloe au #high school au #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect au #becloe fic

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sero-sphere · 5 years ago

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Fucked Up Love ‘Triangle’

so, i started working on this thing back in april ( hence bakugous birthday and the cherry blossoms ) it just took me a while to edit it. srry

anyways, this is like so self indulgent but w.e, still figured id share!

(f reader x kami x sero, seroxmina) it aint a threesome tho

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Slight angst, finger banging, weed, idk im bad at tagging (also were saying everyone is aged up so y’all can relax. like you were so innocent in h.s)

You were currently huddled up on the hammock with your favorite blanket, as Kaminari gently pushed you back and forth. There was music playing in the background, and a video game that had long been forgotten still displayed on the T.V. It was Friday night, and as usual, you and your friends were all in Seros room smoking together. Bakugou, and Kirishima had already retired to their rooms for the night, so it left just you, Kaminari, Sero, and Mina. The relaxing atmosphere was abruptly interrupted by Mina, who jumped up and startled everyone.

"BITCH, don't forget we’re getting our nails done tomorrow! I'm going to head back to take off my nail polish so it’s easier for them. They always claim they don’t charge extra for that, but I swear I think they do.”

"Ok! Text me!!! I probably will need a wakeup call after tonight!"

"Oh, I bet you will!" Kaminari said with a giggle.

"Hush, I'll see you tomorrow cutie!" You said to Mina with a wink. You couldn’t even bat an eyelash before she was skipping down the hall, off to her room for the night.

"Why don’t you call me cutie?" Kaminari said as he got off from his position on the floor, and motioned for Sero to slide over, so he could claim Mina’s old spot on the bed.

"Because dipshit seems to suit you…"

"Well she’s not wrong" Sero added, laughing just as hard as you were.

Kaminari leaned back and sighed. “Whatever, I won’t be such a dipshit after my next study sesh with Yaoyorozu….when was that again?”

“Tomorrow morning……she literally just texted you like an hour ago to make sure you wouldn’t forget? You’re not helping your case man.” Sero replied as he lit up another blunt and passed it to Kaminari.

“Oh fuck! You’re right dude. I’m good for tonight I guess, I should head back so that way I don’t oversleep tomorrow…I might not make it in time for tea.” Kaminari was sporting his best puppy dog eyes, and pout. He motioned for you to sit down on the bed, and take his spot. He took one last hit, before he passed it to you and left, ( peering around the corner for Aizawa first ) heading to his room for the night, leaving just you, and Sero behind.

You were seated over by him on the bed at this point passing the blunt back and forth. Both of you completely zoned out in your own little worlds. Sero leaned over to grab his water that was on the floor beside you. At first you didn’t really notice how close he was, but as he leaned over you again to put it back, his eyes caught yours. His face was so close, moving closer and closer, until it was like the two of you were moving in slow motion. Your body was just moving on its own at this point, and the next thing you knew you were in the middle of a heated makeout session. His hands started to caress your thighs, and you could feel the ever growing situation happening between his legs, his jeans were growing tighter and tighter. Your mouths were still too preoccupied to speak, and your hands still wandered up and down his body. Your fingers moved from underneath his shirt, back towards the straining bulge in his pants. You felt as his fingers moved your panties to the side, and he started to stroke you.

“You’re already so wet….is this ok?”

You barely managed to mumble back that yes, it was indeed ok, before his mouth was on you again, kissing your neck ever so slowly. You couldn’t tell if it was the weed, or if Sero was really that skilled because not too soon after he got to work, you could feel your body start to tense in pleasure. After you reached your peak you pulled away to speak.

“Thank you Sero…let me…” You reached for the zipper to his jeans when you were both interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Y/N, it's past curfew and I can already smell what you guys have been doing. Go to your room for the night please, and next time you want to indulge in these types of activities, make sure it’s after I've already made my rounds. I’m giving you both the benefit of the doubt by not expelling you.”

------

The next morning you groaned as you heard your phone ringing. You forgot you told Mina you needed a wakeup call.

"Hey. Cutie...dream about me?" You answered as you rolled out of bed to get ready.

"Heh, maybe, you dream about me?"

Your eyes widened, and you pulled your phone away to make sure you heard correctly. The voice on the other end was definitely not Mina.

"What...Kaminari?"

"Yeah! I figured I'd call and wake you up. You and Mina have a thing and I didn’t want you to oversleep...."

"Thanks! I’m glad you called. I’m assuming you got up in time to study today?"

"Yup, bright and early! Oh, and Sero told me what happened last night, you got lucky… "

“Wait Sero told you what happened last night?” You were definitely confused. You hadn’t even had a chance to talk to him about it yet and he had already told Kaminari? With your luck the whole class knew by now.

“Yeah, he said you ended up staying for a while, and Aizwawa caught you two smoking while he was making his rounds.”

You were relieved, maybe he didn’t say anything about it after all. You decided to ask just to be sure. “Oh, yeah…that’s all he said?”

Kaminari giggled. “Mhmm, guess we’ll just have to make sure we have Bakubro’s birthday thing a little later tonight.”

"Oh fuck. I completely forgot about his birthday!"

“Well, I didn’t get him anything yet either. Wanna come with me after you have your nails done with Mina? We can get some ice cream from that place you like on the way back?”

"Are you trying to ask me out on a date Kaminari?"

“Maybe…”

“Took you long enough...”

---

By the time you had made your way down stairs after getting ready Mina was already waiting for you.

“Jeez took you forever!” She gave you a once over before she licked her lips and chirped “Wow, you look cute, whose is all that for?” You shot her a look and bumped your hip into hers, as she grasped your arms, and you both made your way out of the dorms.

“Yeah, I uh…. I'm going out with Kaminari after this, I'm a shit friend and forgot it was Bakugous birthday.” She knew just by your lack of eye contact something more was up.

She decided to test the waters. “So Kaminari huh? I knew you liked him, you were low-key jealous when he asked Ibara out at the sports festival.”

“Uhm, I was not!!” By the blush on your cheeks you both knew you were full of shit. “But in the meantime I have a lot to tell you about last night…..”

“Oh yeah, I heard that Aizawa caught you and Sero. You’re lucky you’re not expelled, girl.”

“Yeah. Well about that……”

You explained everything that had happened to Mina on your walk to the salon. There was a lot to tell. You were so confused. You really had never thought of Sero that way before. Honestly, you really did have a huge crush on Kaminari, but you were sick of him never asking you out. He would flirt with everyone all the time, you were no different, but he never actually asked you out before. You figured there was no way he actually meant it this time. You weren’t sure if it was all just a joke to him.

Sero was hot adamantly, and clearly you didn’t regret what happened between the two of you, it was just that, even after all that, you still didn’t think you liked him...at least not in a romantic sort of way.

“I think I was just horny more than anything else..”

Mina laughed. “Yeah, Seros weed has a tendency to do that. That’s how Bakugou and Kirishima finally got together after all…”

---

You and Mina arrived back at the dorms just in time for Kaminaris' study session to be over. Mina caught you as you licked your lips, watching as Denki winked and headed over to greet you.

“Oh, girl, you got it bad...I'll leave you too it..”

“Mina, I swear I'm never going to tell you anything again!”

Your ‘date’ with Kaminari went well. He walked you to a nearby shopping center, stopping for drinks along the way, and you both successfully managed to find Bakugou something he wouldn't blow up. On the walk back, Kaminari insisted you both take the long route, which ended up being the best choice. It lead straight through a park where you just so happened to catch the last of the blooming cherry blossom trees.

“Oh, Kami! I’ve never seen the cherry blossoms before...this is amazing!!”

“I told you the extra mile would be worth it!”

With him paying for your drink, and the walk through the park, it was actually starting to feel like a real date. Before you got your hopes up, you decided to ask him. You wanted things to be cleared up between the two of you, so you could then figure out the whole Sero thing.

“Uhm, Kami...is this like…. a real date? I know you said it was, but I didn't know if you were joking or not…”

“I know I joke around alot, but this is real...I mean, it's real to me! Why would you think it wasn't?”

“I dont know, you've just never asked me out before...you've asked plenty of girls...just not me…”

“Yeah, I get it. With them it was easy… I didn't really care if they said no or not...with you, I was nervous….”

So Kaminari did indeed ask you on a real date? You tried to push the whole Sero thing to the back of your brain and forget about it for the time being. You were having a great time with your longtime crush and didn’t want to face the aftermath of last night quite yet.

---

That only worked for so long. As you and Kaminari made your way back into the dorms, you both rounded the corner and ran smack dab into Sero. Who looked like he had seen a ghost. Your memories came flooding back and you immediately glanced down at your feet, hoping Kaminari wouldn’t sense the awkwardness lingering in the air.

"Hey dude, whats up?"

"Oh hey whats up?" Sero wouldn't even glance in your direction. He seemed to be ignoring you completely.

“Nothing, me and y/n just went out and got Bakubro some sweet gifts for tonight!”

“Oh...yeah I forgot about Bakugous birthday...I better go find him something...peace” Sero chucked up the peace sign and fucked out of there faster than humanly possible.

“Well that was awkward….I wonder what's up with him?”

“Yeah I wonder” You managed to mumble back.

---

All night at the party Sero was actively trying to avoid you. All you two did was get a little touchy touchy...it's not like friends weren't allowed to do that or anything. Hell, you and Mina even kissed before. Even you and Kirishima. (maybe that was just on the cheek but still) At one point he went out to smoke on the balcony, you took that as your chance.

"Wow, so I must really be a terrible kisser huh? You've been avoiding me like I have covid or something?"

“Yeah sorry...it's just…” He was cut off by the sound of the sliding door opening.

Mina went to follow you out there, but realized Sero was out there, and turned right back around. He waited awhile to make sure there were going to no more interruptions before he continued.

“It’s just... that shouldn't have happened last night and I'm sorry.”

“It's OK. It’s not like I wasn't willing...you don't have to feel guilty or anything. We're friends Sero I don’t want this to change anything....” You moved closer, and he actually looked at you for the first time all night. You could tell he was feeling guilty about something.

“That’s the thing...”

“What's the thing?”

“That we’re friends....”

“Yeah and??”

“And....I have a "friend" who really likes you and I should have been a bro, and fucking respected that. Fuck.” Sero hung his head low, and put out his joint, glancing out into the night sky over the balcony.

“Oh....” The two of you stood there in awkward silence. “Yeah...is that friend Kaminari?”

Sero looked back at you “Maybe….”

“Well I really like him too...we went out today, and I kinda realized he's even sweeter then I thought.”

“Oh, then what about last night?”

“Just because I like him doesn't mean I regret what happened. Ya know? I can't take it back. I get why it sucks for us though....I didn't really think about what he would say if he found out.” Now it was your turn to sulk.

“Yeah me either. I don't want to hurt his feelings, or break up the squad.”

The two of you were too wrapped up in your conversation to hear the door open this time. You both jumped when you heard another voice coming from behind you.

“Damn...break up the squad, this sound pretty serious!” It was Denki, as if right on queue, he joined you both outside.

With a quick glance to Sero, the two of you decided it would be best to tell him together. At first he just stood there silent.

“Denki?” You waved your hand in front of him. With no immediate response, you thought you broke him, your heart fell right into your stomach.

“You like me?....” He finally managed to mumble out.

“Uhm, yes...I went out on a date with you today didn’t I?”

“But, you also made out with Sero…”

“Uhm...Yes.” You dropped your head low, too afraid to look him in the eyes for this.

“And he fingered you?” Denki took a step closer to you at this point.

“Mhmm….” You felt so stupid, right when Kaminari decided to finally ask you out, you had to go and do something dumb like hookup with his friend. You were utterly defeated. Until he stepped closer to you and grabbed your chin, making it so you were looking him in the eyes.

“OK.”

“OK what??” You were confused.

He smiled, and moved a stray strand of hair from your face.“Just OK…”

Sero decided to speak up. “Uhm Denki? I don't think that's a valid response bro..”

Kaminari turned back towards Sero while you still stood there silent, feeling like you were hit with Todorokis ice.

“Well ok, it happened...You guys are just friends and I know you wouldn't try to date her or anything. You like mina anyway…”

“Wait Sero...You like mina???” Hearing that broke you right out of your trance.

“Well now that the cats out of the bag….” Sero sighed.

“What a fucked up love triangle..” Denki muttered.

“More like a square but...” Sero seemed relieved.

You glanced over at Kaminari who seemed a little confused. You leaned in closer to him and whispered “because they have four sides…”

It was like a lightbulb went off inside his head. “Yeah so, like you guys kissed, and finger banged. No big deal.”

“You’re not mad?”

“No...just as long as I get to do that tonight?” He smirked and walked forward to wrap his arms around you in a hug. “ I just want my turn is all…”

You returned his hug, and shouted as Sero was about to go back inside and leave the two of you there alone.

“Wait!!!I have another problem?”

Sero stopped. “What’s that?”

“I kinda already told Mina what we did...but she’s not dumb, she knew I liked Kaminari before i even realized it.”

“OK....” Kaminari chimed in, not following where this was going at all.

“OK, so now I know Sero likes her!....And she knows what we did, I don't want her to think he's like off limits or anything…”

“Oh yeah fuck!” Sero stomped his foot to the ground in frustration.

“Why is your weed too dank dude? Swear it makes everyone horny as fuck.”

The two boys stood there smirking at each other while you actually put your brain to work. “Let me think…”

---

After a few drinks you ran up to Mina. "Hey! So I don't want you to think I'm a total slut or anything… but..."

"Never girl! You do you!...You and Sero " She stuck her tongue in her cheek and motioned with her hand to make it look like she was doing something else.

“Oh my god Mina! No! So that’s the thing….I like Kami…”

“I fucking knew you did girl!”

“I told him that, and I told him about me and Sero and he's cool with it.”

“Oh... So now you're going to get finger banged by sparky?” She took another sip of her drink and looked at you expectantly...she was not going easy on your love life huh?

“That's besides the point..” You joined her in taking another sip.

“What is your point then chick?”

You decided to finish off your drink before answering her. “I'm not trying give you my seconds or anything... Cause I swear the whole me and Sero was like an unexpected thing....But…”

“But what!?”

“But I've been told that Sero might have a thing for a certain someone…”

“Who?”

“You! You dumb ass!”

“Sero...He likes me?” Mina looked like Kaminari did when he overused his quirk.

“Yeah! I hope you don't mind. I didn't know that when he had his tongue all up in me yesterday or I wouldn't have done it.”

She thought for a bit before whispering “This is one fucked up love triangle!”

You just rolled your eyes and watched as she downed the rest of her drink and bounced up off the couch.

"Where you off to?"

"Uhm? Do you expect me to just sit here after what you told me? Imma go get me some tape face action!"

You flopped to the couch laughing "Oh my god Miina...So you're not mad?"

"You didn't know. Plus you're hot, can't say I wouldn't makeout with you."

“I’d pay to watch that…” The two of you turned towards the voice that rudely interrupted you.

“Mineta!! Go away!” You and Mina shouted in unison.

Yep this really was just one giant fucked up love “triangle”

#sero x mina #sero x reader #kaminari x reader #bnha x reader #sero hanta #denki kaminari #mina ashido

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testedtommyau · 4 years ago

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Tested Tommy: Act 1, Scene 1 (part 1)

“Howdy.” Gordon greeted, not particularly to anyone but just acknowledging the two guards in his field of vision.

Benrey felt their heart freeze, a harsh beat lodged into their throat when they finally laid eyes on the main man, he was gorgeous, sure he may have had most of his body in a HEV suit but the Freeman’s head was showing and that was enough as far as Benrey was concerned. Benrey’s eyes followed after Gordon, their brain still in the moment-

Oh wait!

They had a job to do! Benrey shook their head and got back with the program, the now guard hurried over to Freeman before he could go through the door, which interrupted the guard preparing to open the door.

“Hey.”

“W-what? Huh?” Gordon paused in his tracks and turned around to face Benrey.

“Um, what’s wrong sir?” Gordon asked.

Shit, what were they supposed to say? Benrey had to quickly think, was it okay to say ‘I have to come with you’?

No, no that’d be too suspicious, right? Got to think of something a security human would say.

“Can I see your, passport?” That was something Benrey was sure they’d need to ask, got to ensure Gordon was who he says he is, can’t have some impostor taking the job. Benrey grinned confidently and nodded their head while standing in front of him.

“My passport? What do you mean my, like a company ID?” Gordon asked, clear confusion in his tone. Benrey gulped silently, shit was that wrong? Maybe the other guard had some idea. Quick to turn around, Benrey scooted over to the other guard who seemed too tired to be dealing with this shit today, Benrey leaned in close and whispered.

“He doesn’t have his passport.”

The guard let out an angry sigh and ignored Benrey, hoping it’d make them go away. Benrey had to think of something quick! With an idea, Benrey turned back to Gordon.

“Yeah uh, he’s tellin’ me that you’re not allowed in here.” Benrey started to explain but was interrupted by Gordon’s laugh, it’d be nice to listen to when he’s not being rude and interrupting.

“Heh, I, I don’t have a passport!” Gordon repeated, “I have uh, I have my black mesa ID-“

“Look at how upset he’s getting-

L-Look at his fists! They’re balled.” Benrey butted in, their brain coming up with a plan to ensure they can stay by Gordon’s side for the testing. Gordon stared at the scenery in utter disbelief and confusion, another nervous laugh escaped at the bizzarness of it all.

“He wants to beat you up so bad.” Benrey said, the other guard glaring at them, a look that most would identify that it was BENREY he’d be closer to wanting to beat up.

“He’s clenching?” Gordon chuckled, he tried to get out more words but only ended up in stutters as Benrey kept on talking over him.

“I’m gonna have to, I’m gonna have to protect you from him!” They announced, yes, yes be Gordon’s personal guard!

“I’m gonna have to follow you around.”

“O-Okay?” Gordon managed to get out, he just wants to go get his job done in peace.

“and protect you from him.” Then they can ensure everything goes smoothly, but oh, oh that guard does look rather mad, oh no what if he does end up trying to beat him up? Can’t have that.

“I’m not any danger to him, I’m in, I’m in the fucking HEV suit.” Gordon argued, while Benrey kept trying to say something, stopping their line of speech, Benrey looked back at the frustrated guard.

“Oh, he’s so upset right now.” Benrey pointed out as Gordon continued to argue about him being in the company suit, so? Doesn’t mean shit, they’re in the guard suit and blending in, maybe he’s doing the same. Not the point though, focus Benrey.

“I’m gonna, gonna have to sooth him, calm him down.” Benrey said, Gordon staring at them both and eyes widening as Benrey let out a note, blue balls shooting out their mouth and at the other guard, the guard’s face changing to a more calming look, and a little out of it if he was honest.

“What, what the fuck was that?” Gordon asked, Benrey looked over and gulped.

“Uhh, that’s how we calm each other down, that’s the uh, Black Mesa sweetvoice.” Benrey replied,

“You, you blow balls in his mouth?” Gordon questioned, Benrey just gave a little nod.

“Right, I got to go to the test chamber, am I being held up here? I kinda need to go do my job.” Gordon asked, slowly trying to walk out and distance himself from whatever the fuck this was. Benrey quickly went back to his side.

“No no, I’ll follow you just in case he tries to, come and beat you up.”

Okay seems fair enough.

“Oh, and I also want your passport.”

Gordon let out another laugh at that, Benrey tilted their head.

“Please?” They tried again.

“I don’t have! I don’t have my passport! Look at my chest!” Gordon said, Benrey did so, damn. Nice. Benrey kept looking, maybe he was hiding i-

Oh, Benrey’s eyes laid on something that probably isn’t meant to be out.

“Uh, bro you.”

“I’m literally suited up!”

“Bro, ahem please you uh.”

“Every scientist in the fucking building is rushing me to go to the test chambers.”

“Can you, can you listen please? Please and thank you? Bein’ a little rude here.”

“What!?”

“Yo dick out.”

Gordon froze up and stared at Benrey, Benrey looked casually at him, like it wasn’t something weird at all but still something they seem to understand is a thing to point out.

“I, what?” Gordon asked.

“Your dick out, its uh, hangin’ out bro, tryna impress anyone?” Benrey kept going, they were wondering why Gordon seemed so surprised by this, was he having it out on purpose? Maybe he’s in shock from something so embarrassing? Benrey knelt down and popped the dick back into the HEV casing, Gordon blushed hard and quickly closed the hatch.

Benrey felt a little proud, now he won’t have to deal with anyone else noticing his embarrassing dick-slip.

“So, uh… so you’re coming with me?” Gordon asked, hoping to change the subject, luckily it jolted Benrey back into the task at hand.

“Yeah, I have to come with you, I’m sorry.”

“Okay…”

“I need to get your passport.” Benrey stepped closer, the two of them near touching faces.

“Um, yeah… yeah sure buddy…”

Buddy, Benrey felt their heart swell at that.

“I’m sure one will be here somewhere, something that’ll make you happy, and uh, make him happy. Kinda scared of him.” Gordon said, rubbing the back of his head. Benrey turned to look at the other guard and shrugged.

“Well uh, he’s, he’s never happy. Oh wait, hold on.” Benrey went over and gave the guard another dose of sweet voice, hoping it’ll keep him happy. Benrey turned back and saw Gordon had already left without them!

Well shit, that was rude but now they have to find Gordon! It was their job after all.

Tommy headed to position, the time has almost arrived, his hands shook in excited anticipation while alone- wait a minute. Tommy looked to the orange figure in his vision and noticed Gordon Freeman. Alone. Where was Benrey? Did he hurt them!? He better not have, Tommy let out a sigh and should get acquainted to the man to ensure he doesn’t get off track by too much. Making him late should make him more determined to get the test done. Tommy watched Gordon for a minute, the man seemed a bit… stressed? Hm, humans are sensitive things, he guessed they would be rather prone to it.

Gordon let out a sigh of relief at the quiet. Finally getting back on track after his run in with Benrey.

“Hello?” Tommy approached him, cautiously getting close enough that Gordon could see it was him talking.

“Hello?” Gordon responded, looking over to him. Tommy raised his eyebrow, staring at the shorter man. He doesn’t seem capable of hurting Benrey, they were probably fine. Maybe got distracted.

“Um, hey, who are you?”

“M-My name’s Tommy.”

“Tommy?”

“Yes, t-t-there something wrong with that?” Tommy asked rather aggressively. Gordon gulped and stepped back a bit.

“Okay man jeeze, was just making sure.” Gordon replied, Tommy didn’t believe him, he could see in Gordon’s eyes that he had an issue with the way his name was. Humans, so judgemental.

“So uh, what, what department are you in?” Gordon asked, only to be met with a stare, what was this little man’s problem? Why does he need to know?

“Hmm…” Tommy put his hands in his pockets, not liking how Gordon was already judging him.

“Everyone’s been so pissed off at me today I just... want to get my work done…” Gordon muttered under his breath, but didn’t go unheard by Tommy.

“Uh, you heading to the break room?” Gordon continued. Tommy was thinking of grabbing a soda on the way, he nodded.

“Y-y-yeah, I like the read the billboards there.” Tommy added, talking about interests is a way to initiate positive human interaction, right? Since this ‘Gordon’ wasn’t doing a good job but he seems pretty upset, guess he has to do it himself.

“The, the billboards in the break room?” Gordon asked, Tommy nodded.

“Y-Yeah, follow m-me.” Tommy turned around and walked to the breakroom, Gordon made an attempt to protest but decided against it and followed. Well, he had the decency to be polite and show interest. That was something.

The two reached the break room and headed to the billboards, the words blurry and impossible to read.

“Why do you like reading this?” Gordon asked.

“It’s amusing how b-b-bad they screwed it up, t-t-tell me what it says.” Tommy said with an amused smile with smirky half lidded eyes, seemingly more impressed by the stupidity of whoever wrote this shit.

“I can’t read that either dude.” Gordon chuckled, good, at least he knows its not just him that finds this ‘writing’ a waste of paper and billboard space.

“Right uh, I have to- Are you staying here?” Gordon asked.

“Y-Yeah I’m on… Lunchbreak.” Tommy lied, he had to head to the testing soon but he didn’t want to make Gordon suspicious.

“Oh okay, I’ll catch you later Tommy.” Gordon said, giving the man a smile. Tommy didn’t smile back, but his stern eyes softened slightly as Gordon left, then he excitedly noticed the can of his favourite soda.

“I-I have soda for lunch!” He announced, taking it and heading to keep his watch on Gordon. Maybe this guy wasn’t so bad-

“Okay apparently he drinks soda for lunch, what a freak, what the fuck was that.” Gordon mumbled. Tommy stopped for a moment then scowled at him. He felt anger boil up inside him, he was drinking a perfectly normal human drink and he still gets called a freak!? What the fuck do these humans want from him!? Tommy angrily stormed off to the direction of the control room, shoving away any scientist that dared go near him.

Tommy felt a body crash against his, ready to punch them he paused, oh it was Benrey. Tommy steadied Benrey and asked if they were okay.

“’M all good bro just, just lost that Freeman guy gotta, gotta go catch him, he’s without his passport.” Benrey said.

“H-He went that way, y-you should hurry after him. I’ll m-m-meet you in testing.” Tommy replied, Benrey nodded fast and gave Tommy a hug before rushing after Gordon.

Tommy decided to keep a watch on them at first, to make sure Gordon doesn’t hurt his dearest friend, he’d never want anything to happen to them. Tommy crawled through the walls, his body a mist of yellow and specks like electricity going through wires, he listened in as Benrey rambled Gordon’s ear off, the man should feel lucky to bask in Benrey’s company, life was never boring with that special alien-

“It’s okay bro, I’m, I’m not human.”

Tommy’s eyes widened, Benrey just, Benrey just let that slip!? How could, how could they be so casual about that! Gordon could report them at any moment! He’s a human, all they do is hurt others.

And yet, Gordon does nothing, he continued to be rather annoyed but, it was as if being ‘not human’ wasn’t an issue. Tommy shook his head, he must be imagining things, or something. He decided he was taking too long and that Benrey was capable of handling themselves, he zipped out the wall and went on his way.

Tommy reached to the controller room, relieved to see Dr Coomer waiting in there too.

“H-Hey H-Harold.” Tommy said, Dr Coomer looked over and grinned widely.

“Ah! Hello Tommy!” Coomer gave Tommy a firm handshake as the two got to the controls.

“Oh Tommy, have you met Bubby?” Coomer asked, pointing towards the old man beside them.

“He’s just been released from the tubes!”

“O-Oh. D-d-didn’t that happen a w-week ago?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah and it fucking sucks.” Bubby complained. “Now I have to deal with this fucking asshole who argues with everything and is doing the test, I bet he’s going to fuck it up.”

Tommy liked this guy, can see the reality of how flawed humans are and Coomer likes him, that’s always a bonus.

“HOW THE FUCK!?”

All three paused and looked down at the chamber doors opening, Benrey already inside and Gordon throwing his hands about, freaking out about something.

“Hello?” Tommy said over the intercom, genuinely confused on what the fuck was going on.

“Oh great now Tommy’s here, uh…”

“Tommy!” Benrey called out, Bubby looked over to Tommy.

“Tommy do you know this man?”

Gordon looked over at Benrey. “You know him? You know Tommy?” Benrey looked back at Gordon.

“Yeah he’s uh, he’s my best bud, greatest, always hangin’ out.” They then turned back to Tommy’s direction.

“TOMMY!” Benrey called out louder, wanting the other’s attention. Tommy was quickly becoming overwhelmed and only managed a “Hi.” In response.

“Tommy did you hear, Gordon didn’t bring his passport!”

Tommy looked over at Dr Coomer with a raised eyebrow, he guessed Benrey’s now started a thing about passports, well, if it makes his Benny happy, he’ll play along. Especially seeing Benrey let out some pink sweet voice balls, pink and bright, they’re feeling neat and right.

“I heard you don’t have your passport!” Tommy said, Bubby facepalming at how Tommy worded it. Tommy glared at the old man but went back to watching Benrey and Gordon, with… whatever the fuck they were doing? Gordon was talking to Benrey and trying to push them out, but he knows they’re not human? The radiation won’t do a whole lot. Tommy watched carefully, they were stalling now, was Gordon trying to not do his job?

“Look at all the buttons in there.” Benrey said, clearly now distracted, Gordon and Benrey continued to chat on the buttons but then Gordon said something that made Tommy see red again.

“How about you get in? You’ll be safer there.”

The audacity of this scum. Trying to get Benrey hurt. Tommy’s eyes flashed golden yellow for a moment, he had to take a deep breath to keep his composure, Benrey will be fine.

“Acceptable losses!” Bubby said over the com. Tommy gave him a slap on the face.

“No, its n-n-not!” Tommy snarled, Coomer got between them both.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen! Please no fighting on the job!” Coomer said, Tommy crossed his arms and kept watching from the screen, Gordon had reached the top of the chamber, Benrey following quickly behind him. Tommy watched Benrey, they looked… so invested? The way they were staring at Gordon, grinning like he was some priceless artefact. It caused a tightness in Tommy’s chest to watch, though soon he was distracted by Gordon activating the machine, finally getting back to work. Tommy sighed and watched as Benrey and Gordon made their way down, only to soon be back to bickering. Tommy facepalmed himself and let out a small groan, can this human just stop getting so mad at Benrey? They’re trying their best here.

“M-Mr Freeman?” Tommy called over the microphone, the two stopped and looked up at him.

“What?”

“D-d-do you see the next s-step?” Tommy asked, his patients getting more strained.

“Um, yes, yeah I do we have to push the sample into the lazer?” Gordon replied, Tommy watched as the sample was now in place.

“Yes.”

Bubby shoved Tommy to the side to get to the mic.

“Do it VERY carefully!”

“I will, I will.” Gordon assured.

“Right, very carefully!” Tommy agreed. “S-s-slower, then molasses, drips off a s-s-spoon.” Coomer and Bubby both looked at Tommy in confusion, what did he say? Then Tommy heard Gordon wheeze out a laugh, Benrey smiling up at him as always too. Tommy rolled his eyes, at least Benrey appreciated his words.

Gordon sighed and went to the sample, he gripped onto it and started pushing.

“Bro you, you doin’ it correctly? Not gonna steal it?”

“What the- Why would I steal this!?” Gordon asked, Benrey just shrugged.

“You shouldn’t even be in here! This is my job, not yours Mr Passport guy!”

“Hey, I’m just, doin my job and making sure you’re not, not gonna, gonna do something stupid, like an idiot.”

“We are SO behind schedule because of YOU!”

“M-Mr Freeman I’d advice y-y-you stop ar-arguing right now!” Tommy demanded over the intercom. Gordon looked up at him with a gobsmacked expression.

“If you don’t hurry up and put that in there, I’m going to FUCKING explode!” Bubby added. Dr Coomer snickering a little in the background.

“He’s the one, there isn’t meant to be two-Oh fucking forget it! I’m doing it now!” Gordon ignored everyone and started pushing it to the lazer, Tommy watching with a slight gleam in his eyes, so so close. It was almost time for the plan to be in place.

“Just do it-“ Bubby started but then sparks flew out of the test sample, Gordon and Benrey jumped back to avoid getting hit.

“Uh oh, that don’t look good bro.” Benrey muttered.

“What the!?” Gordon looked up at the control room window. Tommy grinned for a second but went quickly to joining Dr Coomer and Bubby freaking out.

“What did you do!?” Bubby screamed.

“What do you mean what did I do!?” Gordon shouted back.

“Y-You did it too fast!” Tommy lied, he looked over to Berney who was sitting on the ground, watching the pretty sparks fly.

“You should’ve brought your passport, Gordon!” Dr Coomer shouted out, Tommy took Bubby and Dr Coomer out of the commands room, heading towards a safe spot.. Gordon covered his face, the lights and flashing hurting his eyes. Benrey saw and hurried over, pulling Gordon to cover.

“What the fuck is that?!”

“Don’t worry bro it’s all gonna be epic!” Benrey assured.

“The fuck!? How is this okay-FUCK!” Gordon was blinded by flashes of white and green before his vision blacked out.

#swearing #tested tommy au #tested tommy x benrey #tommy coolatta x benrey #hlvrai

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trustonlylokiposts-blog · 5 years ago

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Diagnosis

“THAT’S IT. I’M DONE. NOT ONCE HAVE I EVER BEEN TREATED WITH SUCH DISRESPECT! I AM A DOCTOR, GODDAMIT, IF YOU TRULY BELIEVE THAT BECAUSE I AM A WOMEN I CAN’T POSSIBLY DO MY JOB CORRECTLY THE I’M OUT. I QUIT. FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO DEAL WITH YOUR SHIT!” I cursed and stormed out slamming the office door behind me. Fuming I walked to my locker, then to my tiny office. Shoved what little things I had into my backpack and stomped out of the clinic, not making eye contact with anybody.

If Doctor Wallis truly believed that I should continue cleaning up after patients like a housekeeper, and that my medical opinion truly meant nothing because of my gender than I am better off literally anywhere else. New York, land of opportunity my ass. I honestly don’t know how I managed to graduate top of my class, blow away residency, be labeled as a prodigy doctor and somehow manage in a clinic run by a senile asshole who should have his medical license removed and burned. I marched through the streets of the busy city and stopped to glare at my reflection on a shiny building. My brown hair fell past my hair in messy waves, blue eyes had never been colder, and my cheeks were still red from anger and humiliation. I smoothed my green scrubs and tore off my ID card, no use for it anymore. I sighed as the anger slowly left my body, I took my phone out of my pocket and rolled my eyes at the absolute disaster of panicked texts I had.

Please tell me you didn’t quit, look I know he’s an asshole, but we need you Jules.

I scoffed and typed back,

Thanks Tiff, unfortunately I didn’t spend all that time in medical school to be treated like I’m worthless. I’m glad you enjoy your job, he respects women as nurses, but not as fellow physicians.

I made my way into a nearby coffee shop and ordered the tastiest, most sugar infused drink I could find on the menu, I deserved it anyway. I took a sip and took a deep breath as I sat down near a window. Looks like I’d need to find a new job, I’m sure it shouldn’t be too hard right? New York needs a lot of fresh young doctors.. Right? I pulled my laptop out of my pack and began the hunt; after about an hour of mindless reading I stumbled upon something that caught my eye.

Stark Industries, in need of capable physician, willing to work in critical situations, must be able to keep up and learn alien or godly physiology, will be working with The Avengers as their personal doctor and will be in charge of a small medical team for Stark Industries.

Huh. I clicked on the link and began reading more on the job description: Will be kept up to date on information regarding Tony Starks Arc Reactor and how to handle possible emergency situations regarding said reactor. Information on alien or godly medicine will be provided by Thor, of Asgard, but it is necessary to be willing to be learning and growing and developing better emergency care and medicine, for humans or otherwise. Offering up to 500k yearly salary with paid time off, provided living, transportation, and medical equipment and tools all at your personal disposal. Your team of nurses and Physician’s Assistant are at the top of their game and are an excellent team. Please call the number listed bellow for a pre-interview with Pepper Potts.

Okay, this sounds way too good to be true, and the competition for a job like this has to be outrageous. But the hell with it, what do I have to loose? I downed the rest of my diabetes in a cup and packed my laptop and made my way out. I hailed a taxi, gave directions to my apartment and immediately dialed the number listed on the add.

After a surprisingly thorough phone call I hung up and checked the call time, 45 minutes. I was asked all kinds of questions, regarding my schooling, residency, experience, I gave 10 different refences, and even answered questions from a “if everything were to go wrong” scenario. ( Question one: In the event that you are asked to accompany the Avengers on a mission across seas, are you capable of working in extremely critical circumstances that could be dancing on the line of life or death for countless people, should the Avengers be too injured to neutralize a threat?) I’ve definitely been through some stressful shit, when that Loki guy sent his army through New York? I was providing emergency medicine until I could no longer feel my brain, I’m pretty sure after hour 10 of almost non-stop work my soul left my body to be replaced by Jesus, I sure as hell let him take the wheel. Unfortunately I was never one to believe in Jesus, especially after all this super-human chaos has been happening. Clearly Jesus isn’t the only magical white guy dancing around in the clouds. My train of thought was interrupted as I was greeted by Koda, and tall and lean Belgian Malinois. Her fawn coat and black mask only made her golden eyes see through your soul even easier. I got Koda as a puppy from a guy off Craigslist, apparently even though he boasted about being an unstoppable adult his mother thought otherwise and forced him to rehome his impulse buy puppy. I wasn’t mad about it, Koda has done wonders for keeping me grounded. Sometimes I think she’s smarter than most humans. I know every pet owner says that, but I really believe it. Especially after all the shit-brain assholes I’ve seen stumble into the clinic because they “accidentally” fell onto a broom stick and somehow managed to lodge itself up their anus. I gave Koda appreciative ear scratches as I opened my calendar, I marked down the time for my interview, two days from now at 10 AM. Stark Tower, feeling oddly optimistic towards the future I changed into a black tank top and running shorts, leashed Koda up, and made my way outside for a run.

I lived in a tiny apartment, it looked more like a concrete box than anything else, but the upside and pretty much it’s only saving grace was that it was near central park. I never considered myself much of a city person, and central park was the closest thing I could get to anything nature. Koda and I lapped around the park, I considered what it meant to be “Kept up to date on Asgardian physiology” when I spoke with Miss Potts over the phone she said it wont be too difficult as Asgardians shared a lot in common with us Earth dwellers. She mentioned them having skin that is roughly “three times thicker and stronger” than ours. Okay, so apparently I’m going to need stronger surgical tools and needles if the time comes for any of that. Pepper also reassured me that Stark had it covered, they had been recently using a willing Asgardian to build and put together tools just for them when the time is needed. I wonder who they had volunteer? It couldn’t have been Thor, I guessed I’d find out soon enough anyway. I stopped jogging for a moment to appreciate the setting sun and take a drink of water before bending over to give Koda a drink. I started my run again, Stark’s reactor sounded very interesting and I did look forward to learning more about that. I haven’t seen anything even a little similar to that anywhere in medicine. Tony seemed to know what he was doing and had it under control anyway. I just wanted to understand what kind of shrapnel is constantly moving at an impossible speed towards his heart. And exactly how the reactor worked? Did it only prevent the shrapnel from moving further? Or did it also control how his heart functions? “Hey babe! Whatchu runnin from? I wont bite, or, maybe I will?” Great, who doesn’t love cat callers? Especially snot balls like this? I snuck a glance out of the corner of my eye as I kept my pace, pretending not to hear him. He started to follow after me, trying to act casual, I guess he didn’t notice Koda’s watchful gaze, oh yeah, another great thing about her would have to be the fact that I do have her trained in personal protection. Look, when you are a 5’5 petite women it doesn’t matter how much you exercise or how much knowledge of the human body and all the ways to heal it, or break it you have. Gross men with ill-intended ideas and thoughts look at you like you’re a piece of meat with perky tits and a pretty face. No amount of “Hey beautiful, Hey babe! Watchu up to?” Would ever work, especially when said cat caller looked like a walking STD. Hey, I don’t need to be nice to someone like him. Koda swiveled around to stand behind me and keep pace with me while she herself trotted backwards, amber eyes never once leaving the slimy man behind us. “Beautiful, what a pretty dog you have. Smart too, is that a German Shepherd? I had one growin’ up, loyal things aint they?” I said nothing and continued my jog, I now had to take a huge detour to my apartment. Couldn’t have him knowing where I lived, hell no. Slime ball caught up to me, Koda came to a grinding halt and placed herself between me and the stranger. I finally looked at him directly and with as level of a voice I could muster said “I’m not interested. Please leave me alone.” The man gave me a yellow toothy grin and replied “Is your dog friendly? I’m just wantin’ to know about your dog there?” I sighed through my nose and calmly said, “no, she isn’t. Please leave.” I sized the man up, he wasn’t too tall, maybe 5’11, 200 pounds tops, and almost none of it was muscle. I muttered the sniff command to Koda, she titled her nose in the air, she was taught to smell for any kind of weapon, especially a gun. If she caught onto the scent she let out a lone whine, if not, she would keep quiet. I let out a sigh of relief that I hadn’t realized I had been holding in when Koda didn’t whine. Thank god, if need be Koda and I can take this guy down, or well, Koda could. Firmly I said “leave now, or I will have my dog defend me, she is a trained protection dog. She will bite at my command.” At my word Koda stiffened and pulled back her lips revealing 42 sizer-like teeth. The man scoffed but took a step back when Koda let a low growl rumble from her chest, “Okay, bitch. Message received. Must be a fuckin’ lesbian or somethin’.” He turned and walked away and I made my way back home, both Koda and I on high-alert. Fucking cities, man.

#loki #loki x original female character #avengers fic

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shellheadtmarc · 6 years ago

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“Glad to have disappointed you.” (mac)

And there it is. He’s been waiting. He’s been waiting, because it always ends up like this, doesn’t it? There’s a large part of Tony - more than he wants to admit, that’s spiteful and vindictive and petty - that wants to turn around, and ask Mac what, exactly, he thought he was signing up for? What kind of person, who has the moral obligation (and make no mistake, Tony very much sees it as his moral obligation) to do the right thing, turns a blind eye? Who acts that selfishly, like the decision was even a decision to begin with? Because for Tony it hasn’t been.

There’d been literally no hesitation, once learning Austin was ill, getting worse, and asked to delve deeper into the secret side of the vault for answers. There’d been no hesitation on taking the cure back to the vault’s infirmary and handing it over. For him there just simply hasn’t been a choice. There hasn’t been a second thought. He hasn’t regretted his choice for a second. If the disease survives his new enhancements, it’ll be a miracle. He can run full scans once he gets back to the lab, analyze his blood composition and compare it to previous tests to keep an eye on the FEV. And he’s healthier, by far, than anyone born to the wasteland, vault or not.

There’s never been any question for him. He doesn’t, under any circumstances, let a kid die. If it costs him, it costs him. He’s fine with that; he’s always been fine with that. And he can admit, sure, it’s not fair. Nothing about anything anymore is fair. He’d love to have his cake and eat it, too. He’d love for the world to go back to the way it was and never have to worry about another feral ghoul or deathclaw or raider again. He’d love to go back to taking down arms dealers and international terror organizations. He’d love to even - on a smaller, more down to earth and reasonable level - be able to say this is the last time I’m putting on the suit. To say this is the last time I put my ass on the line for something bigger than me. To settle down and tinker and never have to consider sacrificing himself again. He’d honestly love that.

But it’s not him. He can’t pretend something isn’t happening, and even if he can’t fight it, even if he knows he can’t win, he can’t leave it alone, he can’t turn a blind eye, he can’t ignore it and pretend it’s not happening. He has to do what’s right by his own moral compass.

And it scares him a little. It scares him a little every time he follows what he sees as the right thing to do - self-sacrificing or not - and has it put back at his feet like he’s done something wrong. Like the moral imperative he’s been following since waking up in the cave in Afghanistan with a magnet in a hole in his chest and hooked up to a car battery is wrong. Like every time he does what he considers right, and does what he can’t stop himself from doing even if he tries, he’s pushing the people he cares about further and further away, because it is reckless. He’s aware it’s reckless. He knows he puts himself at risk but…At the end of the day, he’s just one guy. Sure, he’s got a brain made for this world, made for rebuilding, made for fixing, made for envisioning a better future. But he’s still just one man, who lives under an umbrella of guilt of his own doing, because he should have been better to begin with. And there’s no way for him to put that in words he can make anyone born to this world they have now understand. It’s not the smart thing out here, following that compass, but it’s what he’s got.

At this point it’s literally all he knows. He’s bent enough of his personal moral code that he can’t give that up, too. He can’t let some kid die because Vault-Tec turned out to be shady as fuck, and their supposed safe havens for the nuclear apocalypse turned out to be anything but.

Most of all, he hates feeling scolded for trying to be a better person.

He says nothing for a long while - he needs to let it go and he knows that, fighting about it now is nothing but a fight to have one, it’s over, it’s done, he’s made his call and he couldn’t take it back now even if he wanted to, which he doesn’t - keeping his eyes focused ahead as his feet find the road to carry him back, eventually, to home. Or what passes as close to home these days. Because there’s nothing he can say to get the gist across of why. Why he’d put himself at risk like that - and especially not explain the other, less savory bits of himself that he doesn’t know if and when he should talk about, if ever. There’s nothing he can really articulate in any way that matters to make it less alien to someone that lives in this world the way most people have to.

What does he say, that he’s not afraid of death? He’s not purposefully seeking it out, no, but when it comes he’s not going to cry about it. He doesn’t even have the hope of an afterlife to fall back on, and he still won’t shy from it. Does he say that if he doesn’t keep doing what he does the guilt will literally consume him? That what keeps him awake at night has nothing to do with what he’s been forced to do in the wasteland to stay alive, but everything to do with all the times he’s failed, even when he’s tried to do the right thing? That he reason he paces the floors late at night or disappears into the lab for days on end has nothing - nothing at all - to do with anything in the wasteland itself, and everything to do with his own shortcomings as a person.

He doesn’t think it will garner any sympathy from MacCready at all - and he doesn’t want any. But he also doesn’t think that particular mode of thought will make any sense at all to a culture that’s become so centered on surviving they can’t understand what it’s like to actually live.

Because this isn’t living. Not by a long shot.

“What do you want me say,” he finally says, probably long after the moment has passed, but for all he tries to tell himself not to kick that hornet’s nest, to let sleeping dogs lie and let it blow over, he can’t. He can’t, because he can feel the disapproval. And if he’s going to feel it, he might as well earn it. “Huh? What. If you’re expecting me to say I’m sorry for not letting a kid die, you’re gonna be there a while.”

He can’t wrap his head around that, anyway. MacCready? He’s a fucking father; the father of a sick kid, no less. Logically, to Tony, it makes no goddamn sense. Sure, the wasteland’s rough, whatever, but when you have the option to do something like that, save a sick kid, you take it. You take it and you don’t get mad about it, and you don’t regret it.

He should let it go there, but he can’t. He can’t. He spins around quickly, walking backward since the road is mostly undamaged and there’s a clear line of sight. “Did you…Do you really expect me to live with that? No, sorry, ma’am, I can’t give you this one of a kind fix it because gosh. I might get yelled at even though I’m physically better off than anyone in this shithole outside of the popsicle from Vault 111 and have a much better chance than she does handling this.”

Bloodwork. He’s going to need to do bloodwork. Analyze. See what can be done to at least contain it, if not eradicate it, if the FEV doesn’t do its job.

He spreads his hands, but it’s not a gesture of truce. “What. I did what I fucking did. I had a judgment call to make and I fucking made it. Hey, guess what. I’ve lived through worse. Do you think this just magically appeared one day? I literally have a hole in my chest you can put your whole fist in.”

He taps the arc reactor shining through his shirt.

“I lived through a nuclear apocalypse. A case of the sniffles is literally the least of my worries right now. If you’re gonna throw a bitchfit, at least make it a bitchfit worth having? Because this is a non-issue.”

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Can I Be Him? (Harry Styles Mini Series)

This is the start of a new mini series that I hope you guys enjoy! I have a big storyline ready for this, filled with ups and downs, so I do hope that you guys love the story as much I had loved writing it! Il be updating again on Friday morning/night for some people. This is it! Any requests? Please send them here and ill get back to you asap, Enjoy! -K

Warnings: Anger/Fluff

Word Count: 6K

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Harry’s POV

“Harry you cant just keep on changing the channel, that’s so annoying” Y/N’s voice ran through my ears as I was running my thumb over the remote, being bored out of my mind with the amount of shit that is on telly these days. Me and Y/N have been best friends since I met her through mutual friends about 2 years ago. We instantly clicked which is very rare for me because every girl I’ve met has either wanted to sleep with me or use me for fame. But because Y/N is a well known YouTuber she doesn’t need the fame side of life. Even though she has a completely different job she still has the same side to the life that I live, which I think its also why we became so close because we knew how hard it was. Knowing that someone understood what my reality was like really refreshing.

Just looking over at her lovely shining blonde coconut scented hair falling onto her shoulders so beautifully, her tanned skin from the warm LA summer glows around her arms and her kissable cheeks. Her little pink floral dress flowing down her beautiful legs makes her so innocent and cute, she just makes me want to fall in love with her. In some ways I look at her and the little things she does, it just makes me want to cuddle her, kiss her, just have her be mine.

“But Y/N love there is literally nothing on TV right now” I looked over at her with that certain look on her face. I knew what she was up to. “Y/N. No.” “No what?” “Your not getting this remote” “I wasn’t going to get it from you, I was just thinking about food. We need food” The smirk never left her face when she was staring right in my eyes, never letting go of them. Her hands started to make their way up to my arms, and she quickly grabbed it from my hand and tried to get up from the sofa, but of course, I got her in time and pulled her down onto my lap as her tiny giggled left her lips so smoothly. “Harry stop oh my god, I’m sorry, stop” I continued to tickle her stomach as she was trying to fight off my hands around her waist. “Give me them back” “Okay fine, here, you win” Her hand came up to my face to give me the remote back. In my mind I wanted her to keep it so I could touch her, to feel her soft skin against my fingertips sent shivers up my spine.

A sudden knock on the door to her apartment startled our play fighting, which then she got up off of me to get it. The laughter still coming from her is so heart warming because I know I make her happy, and that defiantly makes me happy. A male voice was coming from the front door, then it made its way into the living room where I sat. Oh no. Not him. Y/N’s boyfriend Matt. I really hate that guy. Not because I want to be with Y/N and I’m jealous, but just the simple fact that he can fuck her over whenever he is ‘bored’ of her and wants to break up with her whenever he wants. She comes crawling to me when he’s done wrong and when I’ve talked her out of even talking to him again they are back together again. He just blows my mind how he even sleeps at night knowing that he treats women like that.

“hey man how’s it going?” Matt’s voice went straight through my ears that day, is voice angering me by the second. “Eh, I didn’t know that Harry was here?” Y/N came walking into the living room behind him like a lost puppy, with an red expression on her face. “Yeah, he was just hanging around, I hope that’s okay?” Her innocent, quiet voice responded which obviously registered with the asshole but didn’t acknowledge it. He gave a over the top sigh and walked back to the hall towards the front door. She shouldn’t have to ask him, if she wants to hang out with me she can. She doesn’t need his permission, which is probably what he liked about it. “Make sure your out here in like 2 minutes, I’m not waiting here forever for you” He demanded quiet dominantly to say the lest, out to Y/N making her almost jump out of her skin. “Yeah H I’m guna have to go, um, you can let yourself out” She expressed out chirpy. Her flustered expression told me a different story. It hurts me so much to see her like this, she’s not happy and I see that. And I completely understand why. “Yeah that’s fine, are you okay though, love?” I quickly got up off of the sofa to make my way over to make sure she was okay, but she backed away as if I was going to do something to her, like she was afraid of me. “Yeah of course, just cant leave him waiting, you know the way he goes” Again that same awkward giggle came out of her mouth while she was putting on her shoes. “See you later Harry” She said and sprinted out through the door as fast as she could to make sure he wouldn’t get angry at her for keeping him waiting. She deserves so much better than this, she deserves me.

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Y/N sent a text saying that she wanted to meet at mine for a chat, which is a normal thing for us, but for some reason it felt weird. I know it was only a text but she never gets this dry through text message. I just knew that something wasn’t right. I start to get abit antsy, fidgeting my fingers and my knees shaking. I couldn’t keep my gaze off of my phone in case she rang to cancel or something, because recently that’s all she’s been doing.

A knock on the door brought me back from my deep thoughts and I ran to answer, and of course it was Y/N. “Hey H” I let her in through the door and just looked at her. She looked so beautiful. But her eyes, her eyes are bloodshot, she looked drained, she didn’t seem like the Y/N I know. I’ve never seen this side to her at all. “Are you okay? C ’mere” I slowly reached out to give her a hug but again, she backed away as if I was going to hurt her or something. “Can we talk?” “Of course, come into the kitchen so I can make us tea” I walked into the kitchen to put the kettle on when I hear a low whimper come from her lips. “This will be a quick visit, so I might as well come out and say it” My head darted around towards her and just looked at the tears coming from her bloodshot eyes. “Y/N” I walked slowly closer to her but not too close, she obviously needed some space. “I cant hang out with you anymore, H” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What?” Her eyes diverted to her hands while she talked to me, keeping her distance away. “Yeah, um, Matt isn’t really that comfortable that me and you are friends so, um, I feel like he’s right. We do need to distance each other” “You cant be serious? Your my best friend, I see you almost everyday” The blood started to rush to my head making it dizzy. The heaviness in my chest was getting worse, the panic was forming in my stomach for her. I would love to know what he was saying to her to manipulate her into thinking this was a good idea. “Yeah I know, and Matt feels uncomfortable about it, and I feel like I would ask him the same if he was seeing some girl everyday, more than me. So, I really am sorry Harry but I need to give him my full attention. And with you in the picture I cant do that for him” “Y/N we have been friends for almost 2 years, I know you in and out. Look at you. Look at what your asking of me here. We are the closest he have ever been and now this asshole shows up you expect me to b-“ “Hey he is not an asshole. I love him Harry, and id do anything to make him happy” “Even give up your best friend? Wow Y/N I didn’t think you would have stooped that low to make him happy. What has he done to make you happy? What big changes has he made?” Her face wasn’t leaving the floor the entire time she spoke to me. I hate having to express how I feel after months of thinking it. “Well, nothing. I don’t think he needs to change anything. I love him the way he is” “Y/N that isn’t love. If you think that the way he is treating you is a sign of him loving you then you need to re-evaluate your ‘relationship’, if that’s what you even would call it. He treats you like shit and you think that that’s a healthy relationship? Seriously Y/N” My temper felt as if it was burning me alive. I felt like she wasn’t listening to me. It was like talking to a brick wall, and as far as she was concerned it seemed like she didn’t even care to fight for our friendship through his whole thing. She just agreed for an easy life. “So is this the way you’ve been feeling the entire time that we have been seeing each other then?” She finally lifted her face and looked up at me, with rage starting to fill her. “Yes actually. And you know why I have them feelings towards him? Because he is asking you to stop talking to the guy that was there for you when he tried to hit you, cheated on you, mentally abusing you to the point where you didn’t know if you were coming or going. Y/N I was there for you when that wanker treated you like shit. Who was the one that held you all night because you were afraid of him storming into your apartment? Me. Who was the one that took care of you when there was low points of your relationship? Me. Who wa-“ “Okay I get it Harry you were there. But he has changed. He is still working on himself but he has changed so much, so I feel like I should try this time, for our relationship to work. Harry I need this relationship to work. Out of all people I thought you would have understood what situation I’m in” “No actually, I don’t know what’s going through your brain at the minute. The Y/N I knew would have laughed in his face and told him to fuck off for being such a cunt to you. Where is she?” A long silence filled the room. Dead silence. I never thought that the silence would have been so deafening. We couldn’t stop staring at each other in this moment. I didn’t want to talk anymore, I think my facial expression made my feelings clear to her. “I’m sorry H, but I need to do this to save my relationship. I love him. I have to” I wanted to speak and say that I loved her. But right there, trying to get words out and stop her from leaving, nothing came out. She gave a small smile and walked out of my house. Out of my life.

Y/N’s POV

Everything had changed since that day when I left his house. It was like I was morning for him. I never thought I would have been in that position to do that but at the time if felt like it was the right thing to do. But looking back at the whole situation and that day, I feel like I should have tried to save our friendship. And through out this whole mess, nothing had changed between me and Matt, except I didn’t have my best friend there by my side telling me that everything was going to be okay. Thinking about the last time I had seen him just made my stomach drop, and seeing the way I treated him was just heart breaking. And knowing I cant pick up the phone and call him to see how is day is going and having our normal routine just really is messing with my head. “Y/N why are you being so quiet, what’s wrong?” Matt startled me as he walked into the kitchen as I was making us dinner. “Nothing, just cooking” He sat down at the table while I was setting the table for us. We were having friends over for dinner and a few drinks, just the typical Friday night for us now. Which always leads into a big stupid fight, especially when Matt is drinking. That never helps. “Did you get beer?” His blunt question gave me a hint that he was testy and a little pissed about something, probably me again. “Yeah its in the fridge” His response was a huff noise, the usual noise I get now a days.

Once his friends arrived into the apartment we started eating. Yeah, you heard me right. I never got to invite any of my friends. Well since I started to get serious with him I kind of fell out with them all, and the one that stung most was Harry. Once we had finished eating they made their way over to the living room to watch a football match which had started, and of course there was a lot of snacks, beer and shouting. Which didn’t appeal to me in the slightest. I sat in the kitchen still and opened up my phone. I was on Instagram and came across a fan account of me and Harry. I clicked onto it and seen a lot of hashtags with our ship name on it. Of course I was immediately intrigued so I clicked on them which blew up loads upon loads of pictures of me and H, real and fake. Some were manips which people Photoshop our faces onto bodies, which I found kinda weird. But looking at our real photos brought back so many memories. Pictures from Jamaica when I was over keeping him company while he was making his album, us getting hammered at my YouTube parties, having a good laugh, videos of us dancing in his living room that some how got leaked through Anne’s phone. Seeing these picture just made me want to cry and smile at the same time. I just missed my H, and his family. Since we stopped talking I didn’t even talk to Anne or Gem, which I was so close with along with harry. Sometimes he would have got funny jealous and always made jokes about they were stealing me away from him and did scenarios like that. “You not coming into watch the game with us or are you just going to sit there like a loner” Matt came into the kitchen with beer in hand looking at me on my phone. “Yeah ill be in in a minute” I never wanted to stop looking at these photos.

Once the dinner was over and everyone left I started to clean up the living room and kitchen, and of course he didn’t help. “That was a good dinner eh? Didn’t you have fun?” He asked as he walked into the kitchen, which I would have liked him to have went upstairs straight to bed like he always does. But I knew that something was on his mind. “Yeah it was” I mumbled to myself and walked to dry my hands off with the hand towel, looking over at him intently on his phone not even caring if I replied or not. “Um, I’m finished cleaning up here so I’m just guna head to bed” I looked at him, again with him still on his phone not even gazing his attention on what I have said. It was like I wasn’t even there. I decided on not to question him because lets face it, it would have ended up in an screaming argument that would last for hours. Arguing about everything and anything. I walked up and got changed into my jammies and snuggled myself into bed and hoped that I had fell asleep by the time he decided to come to bed. But no, of course not. Stumbling into the room with his shoes fired across the floor, he made his presence known by falling beside me while my back was turned away from him.

“Baby why are you not talking, what’s wrong? Talk to me” He whispered ever so smoothly in my ear. This is the fake Matt. This isn’t who he is at all. Its like he has two different personalities. And to be honest, I don’t like both of them. I pretended to be sleeping and just closed my eyes again, then there was a soft graze along my thigh, and his hand made his way up. “C’mon baby, talk to me, just talk to me” His hands progressively moved to the seem of my shorts, and his fingers made their way into my knickers. “Matt stop, I’m tired” I jumped a little and moved away so I was closer to the edge of the bed. “But baby I’m so hard for you right now, with those little grey shorts on, fuck your so hot” His alcohol intoxicating breath lingered down my neck when he moved closer to my back , with his hands trying to move me around to lye on my back. I knew he was going to force me, but not tonight. “Matt just get the fuck off of me. If I say no, I mean no, okay?” I jumped up out of the bed and yelled at him with fear rising within me. I know I’ve started a big row, but Harry was right. I need to end this. “Y/N you are my girlfriend, if I want sex, I deserve sex” His voice started to raise as he looked at me like I was the devil. “And you are my boyfriend, if I don’t want sex, you should stop bringing it up” My voice got more stern the more my temper rose, my hands were shaking, my head was throbbing but at the same time this felt good to stand my ground. He quickly got off of the bed and made his way over to me with his face scrunched with anger. He pushed me to the wall and pinned my hands to the side of my hips, not leaving contact with my eyes. “You do not speak to me like that” “Well you don’t speak to me like that” Repeating his words was the only thing I had going for me right now. I ran out of any train of thought of trying to get out of this, so of course fear strikes through me. “Don’t you fucking dare speak to me like that” His hands try to force me into the wall, but before he had time to grab a hold of my shoulders I pushed his and stared at him. His stance just motionless, again with his eyes burning into me. “Look at what your doing to me. Do you think that this is okay the way your treating me right now? Do you think that this is a good relationship? Matt you scare the living death out of me one hundred percent of the time your with me. I shouldn’t be scared of my boyfriend” Tears started to form in my eyes, but I didn’t want to let him see that he got to my emotions, I wouldn’t let him break me in any way. “Your not scared of me, I’m your boyfriend for god sakes, I’m not doing anything wrong here” Disbelief wasn’t even the word. “You cant be serious. You don’t think your doing anything wrong? So do you think trying to hit me all the time is a good relationship? Do you think that pushing me up against a wall because I wouldn’t have sex with you is the right way to treat your girlfriend?” “Um, well, no not really” His voice started to calm down as my words started to sting him, well so I hoped they did. But he ahs never gotten quiet at a argument that we have, so its different. “I’m glad your starting to see that now because I’m getting sick and tired of being treated like shit on your shoe” I walked over to grab my converse and hoodie and started to walk down the stairs. “Y/N where do you think your going?” His voice starting to raise again made me see that my speech didn’t take to long to leave his stupid brain. “I’m done” “What do you mean your done?” “I’m fucking done with this relationship Matt. I cant be walking around egg shells around you. I feel as if I’m in prison and whatever I do is wrong in our house, in our lives and in this relationship. I’m fucking done getting put down every single day of my life. I cant believe I wasted my time on you” The words just rolled off of my tongue, like word vomit. And you know what? It felt amazing to get it off of my chest. I grabbed the car keys and went to grab the door handle when his hand blocked mine. “You cant just walk out on me” “You know what Matt, you can mess with this house, you can fuck all the girls in the city, but your done messing with me. If you say one more word, I’m going straight to the police station. I have photos of every single mark, scratch and bruise you left on me, and if I’m honest I think the police would love to see that” The smirk on my face was evident as I was looking up at him. You know the saying that a face paints a thousand words? Well his painted one word. Guilt. His hand suddenly lifted off of mine and I quickly opened the door and slammed it so harshly. I ran to the car so quick and got in quickly turning her on, driving as quick as I could so he wouldn’t stop me. At this point, I didn’t know where I was driving. Just thinking of everything that happened within the space of id say twenty minutes was spinning around in my head. I was in pure shock that I actually stood up to him. The first person I wanted to call was Harry, but I just didn’t want to. I couldn’t go back to him after what I had done to him. He must of been heart broken. Plus I don’t know anyone in the city. Once that thought came into my head I had just remembered Gemma is in town, I seen her Instagram’s and her Snapchats of her being here in London. I have to call her. I know she will understand.

“Hello?” Her voice streamed through into my ear, making me so emotional that I gave her whole family up to be with him. But I hope out of the whole family she would understand. “Hey its Y/N” “Oh my god, Y/N, hi! How are you doing?” “I’m doing okay, um, listen, are you still in the city?” “Yeah of course I am sweetie, are you okay?” “Do you mind if you meet me outside Tesco’s down Regent Street?” “Sure just give me like 15 minutes or so” We said our goodbyes and I patiently waited until she arrived. I had wanted to cry for this whole drive, but it seemed like nothing wanted to come out.

I suddenly seen a white rang rover pull up beside mine, dooting her horn. I waved her over to my car and she got out to sit beside me. “Hey sweetie how are you?” The brisk cool winter air nipped my skin as she opened the door, and she looked at me. I looked back to the steering wheel and just stared. I couldn’t bare to look at her with all that I have to say to her. “Y/N, your scaring me what’s going on? What happened?” “I’m sorry that I stopped talking to you guys, and I’m sorry for hurting your brother. Is he okay?” A small sigh came from her as she looked at me with saddened eyes. “No, he’s really not. He has been so torn up about this whole thing with you guys, and to be honest I really missed you. You were my best friend. We all miss you” Thinking about all the good times me and Gem had together was memories that ill never forget, and that’s the moments that I lost out on when I was with him. “I missed you too, so fucking much you have no idea, so, okay, I have to tell you something” “Okay..” Her hand automatically moved to my hands that were sitting on my thigh. Looking down at her hands on mine made me want to crack and breakdown, but I couldn’t show her that side of me. I couldn’t show her that he broke me. I looked back up to her and said it. “I ended it with Matt” Her face turned into shock, disbelief reading from her face. “We got into a fight and I stood up to him and said everything that I was thinking through out our time together, and walked out. I’m so sorry but I didn’t know who else to call at this time of night to talk about this. And I didn’t know if we were on speaking terms but I just needed my best friend back. I’m sorry for not listening to you guys, you have no idea how sorry I am” “Sweetie I am so proud of you. You finally faced him and seen what we were talking to you about. He is the worst guy I��ve ever known and he treated you like complete shit, like you were his slave. We all seen it but felt as if we couldn’t say, because when your in the situation you don’t see it until something happens and it hits you that you aren’t in a healthy environment. I’m so happy for you hunny, c ’mere” Her hands engulfed me into her. Feeling her warm arms wrap around me made me feel at home, I just missed her so much. “I just don’t know if Harry will ever forgive me for what I have done to him, I feel awful about breaking his heart” “Hey, its okay, just give yourself some time and you can come around to the idea of meeting him. You can try texting him but only when your ready. You have so much time on your hands, but right now, you just need to calm down and clear your head” “I know I know. I just feel like right now, thinking about him, and the way he treated me, was the way that I should have been treated. I feel like I’m in love with Harry. Not that all of this has happened I see now that the guy that I was in love with was looking at me and I was looking at the wrong guy” “You just took the words right out of my mouth girlie.” Her eyes were glistening, looking straight at me, with joy or relief, I’m not sure. But I’m so glad that she was here regardless. “Come into my car, your in no state to drive. You can stay at my place until you find a place to stay, okay?” “Okay, thank you” “No problem sweetie” I quickly put on my converse and hoodie, and we both got out of my car and got into hers. She was right. I was in no state to drive anywhere with my head being in one hundred and one places. As she drove to her house I was just looking out at the city lights, the water from the river streaming through London was so refreshing to look out at. It felt like I got out of prison, I felt like I was free, and it was the best feeling in the world.

Once Gemma got me into her house I automatically felt like I was at home, like it was warm and cosy with the candles lit and the smell of cinnamon running through the house just like Harry’s house used to smell like. “So you can sleep in the guest room, its a complete mess because I didn’t know you would have been coming down. If I knew I would have made some what of a effort to make it look good” “No no Gemma, thank you for letting me stay here, I don’t mind what state its in” We both laughed and we made our way upstairs into the guest room, and of course to my assumption, it defiantly wasn’t a mess, it just wasn’t to Gemma standards. “So the joined bathroom is beside the walk in wardrobes, the fresh towels are in the basket beside the sink, and I just washed the linen bed sheets so that was good timing” “Gemma I know I’ve been here before” Her face turned crooked remembering that I was here before. “Sorry yeah, I completely forgot” Thinking back of the times when me and Harry used to sleep in here together because there was no where else for him to sleep and we used to watch movies til 2am and fall asleep on each other non intentionally, but it was natural and comfortable. And the time when I accidently walked in on him showering was defiantly embarrassing, but I was defiantly impressed. But we laughed about it and joked about it in the end. Just the little memories like that really made me miss the good times. And I know that I shouldn’t be thinking about the past but that’s all I have been doing this last couple of weeks. Regret forming more and more in my stomach each day just took a toile on my body emotionally and physically. “Sweetie you look so drained, you’ve had a rough day I know, but I’m sure your glad to be away from him” She walked over and sat me down on the bed and gave me a look of sympathy. The last thing I want is for her to give me sympathy, I don’t deserve it. “Look Gem, I know I treated you guys like shit, and I didn’t mean to. But I brought you guys down with me through out this whole thing and I feel like a complete asshole to not even see what was going on. And I just hope that Harry can see that it wasn’t me. I just miss him so much” Tears started to stream down my pale, colourless face as I looked down and picked at my finger nails. Gemma pulled me closer to her and looked at me. Looking at her just made me see Harry in her. Her eyes and her smile is just a clone of him, and it made me want to cry harder because I knew that there was nothing I could do to talk to him again. “Y/N we don’t hate you in any way, we love you so much and we will always be here for you. If you think that you were to blame in this then you are so silly. He manipulated you into thinking that he loved you when he didn’t. He wanted two different lives. One where he looked like he was settling down and having this fake lifestyle that he wanted everyone to think that he was having. And then behind closed doors he was making you feel bad about being there for him and using you for to make himself look good. And going out and sleeping with all of these girls to feel like he was wanted, to get the attention, but he wasn’t satisfied with the love and attention that you were giving him. I know that you feel like you were in the wrong but it was him one hundred percent. There was nothing that you could have done to save that relationship” At this point I was a sobbing mess. Gemma has never seen me like this before, but it all has to come out eventually. “Then what have I been fighting for? I’ve been trying and trying for what? I’ve gave up everything to be with him and he throws it back in my face?” “Well that’s exactly what he has done, and I’m sorry that its come to this for you to see that he is an idiot but I’m glad that you have seen it” I just cant believe this whole time everyone thought this and I just was too caught up in his games that I didn’t even realised the reality of the situation. “Now, first things first, you look so tired and drained, so I’m guna run you a bath and ill lay out some pj’s for you, then if you want we can watch a movie like old times” She got up to get some pj’s from the closet and brought them back to me. “Thanks Gem but I think ill just go to bed, I’m just exhausted and I haven’t had sleep in so long that I’m actually excited to have a bed to myself” “Of course if that’s what you want ill leave you to it” She came over and gave me another hug. I could hug her forever, it just made me feel like I was at home. Once she left the room I immediately went straight to bed, wrapping myself in the lovely lavender scented sheets. I thought that it would have took me longer to fall asleep than it did, but for some reason I felt like I was automatically happier, like a big weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. Falling sleep knowing that he wasn’t going to come in and try to start a fight or try anything on me was the best feeling in the world.

Waking up the next morning was so refreshing. Feeling the warmth of the beautiful English sun streaming in through the curtains was so relaxing. Once I had a moment to remember what had happened last night, the memories automatically weighed in my chest. I was feeling scared to even look at my phone, so I crawled over to the night stand where my phone was sitting and seen all the missed calls and texts from him which surprisingly didn’t annoy me in the slightest. I quickly turned off my phone so I had more time to focus on myself and not have him weighing on my mind all day wondering what he was saying to me. I got up from bed and headed to have a quick shower and came back in remembering I had no clothes for the day. So I just put on my jeans and converse from yesterday, went into the closet and looked through her old hoodies that I could throw on, when I noticed some of Harry’s old band tees folded in the corner of the shelf. I looked through them and picked up one in particular. The Britney Spears one that he got at a random thrift shop in Ohio one year when he was touring. No one knew that we snook out and we decided to go to these old stores that had all these vintage clothes and records. He loved that kinda stuff. I put it to my nose and smelt it, giving that fresh clean detergent smell that just reminded me of him. A knock on my door sprung me back, making me throw the shirt back and I picked up one of the old hoodies throwing it on. “Yeah come in” Gemma came in holding a white and baby blue stripped top in her hand with a cup of something. “Morning Y/N, I figured that you wouldn’t have anything to wear today so I brought this top. I know your a lot smaller than me so just think of it as a oversized shirt” Her giggled made me laugh as she brought over the shirt and a cup of coffee. “I’m not sure whether you still drink this coffee but here, its the only one I have” “No Gem I love it, thank you” I quickly put on the shirt and we both sat down on the bed with her looking at me. “Well you seem well rested, how are you feeling?” “Yeah, I could be better, still don’t feel good. But you know, its been rough” “I know” I took a sip of the bland coffee, and even though she makes the most horrible coffee, I missed it. “But the main thing that’s killing me is Harry. I know I keep on bringing it up, but its true.” “I know hunny its guna be rough, but take some time and it will work out” “I know” he face turned into a crooked smile and took my hand. “Okay lets bring you downstairs and get you something to eat” “Gem I need to dry my hair, and besides I’m not even hungry” Her hands brought me down the stairs into the kitchen, and that’s when I seen him sitting at the kitchen table looking straight at me. Harry.

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officialthiamlibrary · 7 years ago

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Welcome to another profile on Behind the Screens, giving you personal insight on who your favorite creators are and what they do when they aren’t wowing you with their creative ability.

Hiya! I’m popping out of my writing cave to share with you the greatness of another artist, Glitter-cake20, also known as Sammy. You’ve probably seen her awe-inspiring manips, gifs, incorrect quotes, and stories floating around your dashboard. In our talk, she shares her #1 guilty pleasure ship, creates her optimal Teen Wolf Puppy Pack spin-off, and lets us in her creative process.

Sammy! Why don’t we start off simple? Tell us about yourself. The catch: the word count is either to or less than the number of letters in your two favorite Teen Wolf episode names. (ex. Raving + Galvanize = 19)

Memory Found + Smoke and Mirrors = 25

I’m really lazy. I like reading. I’m great at killing zombies on Xbox. I have blood in my coffee stream. I have resting bitch face.

Ooh, what makes these two your favorite?

Memory Found because i feel like that is really where Theo learned to be selfless. He fought with Liam knowing he could get killed or taken, and then later he literally sacrificed himself for a pack that wanted him dead.

Smoke and Mirrors - the entire Mexico trip was great but the part that really stood out in Smoke and Mirrors was when Berserker Scott had Liam pinned to the wall and Liam said “Scott listen! You’re not a monster, you’re a werewolf like me” which parallels to earlier in Season 4 when Scott had said that same thing to Liam. It was just beautiful because it showed how Liam had accepted himself as a werewolf. Also, Derek evolving was just wow!

And how did you come to the Thiam fandom? What about them drew you in?

You know, I had just created a twitter account and I was just following few accounts for Teen Wolf, kind of just bopping along with all the other popular ships, and then someone made a post about “OMG what was THAT” and I opened the video and it was Theo and Liam making glorious eye contact, and I was never the same again.

What drew me in the most was that Theo was so vulnerable when Liam brought him back. He was once such a badass and now he was suddenly latched on to Liam - just made my heart melt. And Liam is my boy, but he made me so angry when he was mean to Theo! Like no boo, that’s not how Scott raised you!

Lately, there’s been exclamations from our pack about Thiam bleeding into their real lives (like, seeing their relationship in every movie/song or experiencing story plots in real life, etc.), have you felt this sensation recently? If so, in what ways?

Yes! I was sitting at a coffee shop writing the other day, and this adorable couple walked in. My brain immediately went “That’s Theo and that’s Liam” And I’m like, what is actually wrong with me? And literally every epic movie quote is now about Thiam, I’ve actually done a bunch of edits about that, which I will share for the Thiam Movie Fest.

Omg! That totally happens to me all the time, everywhere!! Since you see Thiam in anything, would you say they’re your #1 guilty pleasure ship? If not, what are your guilty pleasure ships, couples where you don’t care who knew or who disagreed, you ship them regardless?

Oh gosh I’ve had many. Stalia was one. I really liked the dynamic, in the same breath I was also pining for Stydia. I loved Jethan when that teaser came out. Briam, although I don’t think anyone would disagree. Brett and Mason! And even when Scott and Allison broke up I was like, no but Scallison. I literally ship anything.

If you could build the ultimate paintball/laser tag team from any five characters on Teen Wolf, who’d be on your team and why? Twist: now, choose one Teen Wolf villain who’d be your secret weapon, provided they don’t double-cross you first, mwhahaha.

Mmm okay…(this actually makes me excited!) So for paintball, first of all I’d choose Corey for his ability to disappear and strike from a position unknown to our opponents. Then I would pick Theo, he’s proven to be quite strategic and cunning in mapping out a plan! Peter, because he just no objection to kicking ass, any time any place. Kira, because she can divert the paintballs with her sword (and yes in my mind they would allow her to take the sword onto the field, shh). Braeden, because she’s just a total badass and I just love her. And for my secret weapon I would choose Jackson so he can paralyze the opposing team with his Kanima venom!! Ha!

Jackson would be a total knockout secret weapon. The game would be over in seconds lol! Let’s jump into your works. Like @da-smiley99, our artist last week, you also create a little bit of it all: drabbles, gifs, manips, and incorrect quotes. For you, which would you say is your favorite art form? How do you balance creating them all?

I really love doing the incorrect quotes, they are fun and I enjoy looking for gifs to match!

Whatever inspiration hits first is what I will do, most of the time its manips/aesthetics that I do for other writer’s work. I love appreciating and promoting what people have created because I know the effort that goes into it. There are still so many works I would like to do an edit for!

If your creative process for these pieces was a person, describe him or her to us. What do they do? Wear? Listen to? How do they handle conflict?

She’s running around in a pink fur coat, stilettos, champagne in hand, chocolates stuffed in her cheek yelling “OH MY GOD!” at everything. I imagine her in a clothing store, the clothes being ideas, and she’s just grabbing everything pilling it onto her arm in a heap, eventually losing her balance and falling over. So when the shop assistant (my family) is like “Mam, you need to calm the hell down” she just runs to the next store, her champagne spilling as she wobbles down the sidewalk in the way-too-high stilettos. She probably listens to Taylor Swift in her pink drop top.

And what’s hers (and your) writing Kryptonite? How do you two battle it?

With regards to writing -I come up with the most amazing and original idea for a story and I manage to write one mind blowing paragraph and then I’m stuck. That’s why I take so long to create a story, it just takes me forever to get inspired again. I have a few WIP’s and I don’t know what to do with them!

Creating comes pretty easy and I haven’t had many hiccups while editing. I just suck at making video edits and I honestly wish I was better at it because I have so many ideas! I usually fight writer's block with generous amounts of wine.

If you did become that video-making mastermind, which one of those ideas would you explore first?

I always wanted to do an AU vid of Thiam just living life you know. Id also like to do a “trailer” for these amazing fics that’s been written, kind of like what was done for Airplanes!

I sense a perfect opportunity to practice your videographer skills, mentally, of course! Say you were the Jeff Davis of the Puppy Pack Teen Wolf Spin-Off. Describe your very first and last scene of the pilot episode? How would you put your personal touches on those two scenes?

Personal Touches: A-class lighting because we suffered enough with the ever loving darkness of Teen Wolf. I’d like to see the characters develop more of a personal style, Liam would probably wear more ‘jock’ outfits as he plays varsity lacrosse now. I’d love to put Theo in shorts for a change, maybe an early morning kitchen scene where he is wearing boxer shorts…okay I’m getting distracted.

Eeek! Okay so, the Opening scene would be Theo, Liam and Alec running from hunters, Theo has Liam by the arm, he pushes Liam and Alec into his truck and ducks in behind them. They speed off. Then he starts yelling at Liam “Are you crazy, Li?! I’m getting real tired of saving you!” (que fandom freaking because he is calling him “Li” now) and then at Alec “And you! What the hell did we tell you about sneaking out with Liam!?” Liam and Alec are just out of breath trying not to laugh at Theo. Theo calls Mason to confirm that they are fine.

Closing scene: Liam flops down on the couch in the McCall house, next to Theo (because that’s where he is staying now) “So, uh, thanks for coming to get us today”. “You’re an idiot” but Theo smiles. “How did you find me anyway?” Liam is twiddling his thumbs, “Tracked your scent” Theo gets up abruptly and leaves. Yup it’s going to be a slow burn!

Oooh, and which TW characters would you bring back as cameos or minor characters?

Frikken Danny! I feel like the guy deserved better. So definitely Danny. I’d make him the supernatural privy teacher at the high school. Brett would also come back -as a ghost haunting Liam, especially when Li gets angry then Brett would just be in the corner jabbing insults at him and the pack would look at him like he’s crazy when he yells at the wall to shut up. Scott would make regular appearances. Deaton, Argent and Melissa would be regulars, and I think a guest appearance by Jackson because for some reason they are going to need a vile of his Kanima venom. Kira’s going to come looking for her sword at one point. And Isaac shows up with Scott a few times.

I agree with you about Danny; we needed more of him! We should petition to get you in the writer’s room because I need your ideas to happen!!

How about gifs/manips specifically? Where does your inspiration for those stem from?

I would think of a scene that I really would have loved to happen and then I try to match it as best I can using existing material. Sometimes i would just be scrolling through gifs and I’d be like “oh wait! This with this is perfect!”

Ooh, up for a quick demonstration? Let’s pick one of your favorite fanfiction scenes lately. Which images/thought processes would stick out to you? Any specific gifs come to mind?

So let’s take Airplanes 28 for example. The scene where Liam is weighing up all his options about how to deal with his feelings and Theo asks what his problem is. I would use the scene from S6 in the locker room where Liam is punching the locker, it had a few different shots of Liam being frustrated. For Theo’s part I’d use the scene form 6x16 where he actually says ‘what is wrong with you”. Then I just use the app to edit and merge them and voila.

That’s pretty neat. I didn’t even know you could use apps to mash gifs together! If someone wanted to get started with creating manips/gifs, what advice/steps would you give them?

If you’re doing it from your phone, like me, you have to firstly find the right gif app preferably one that does video to gif and vice versa. There are a few that work really well, so hit me up if you want more detail! I’m also still learning so if anyone has any suggestions let me know.

We’ve chatted about your art for Thiam. Do you also create outside of the Thiam fandom? Original Fiction/Artwork? Other Fandoms?

I used to write and draw when I was younger, the Thiam fandom actually got me back into all of that! I don’t have any of my earlier writing works anymore but I still have drawings.

Aww, can you remember what you liked to write back then?

It was all fictional stories, mostly horrors! I loved writing scary stories, short or long and I would sometimes freak myself out a bit, especially late at night. I remember the one was about a guy whose car ‘broke down’ on a deserted road and he went looking for help at an old farmhouse and couldn't figure out why the people were so weird towards him, so after a few days he left, walking back down the road and he came across his car completely wrecked, his dead body hanging halfway out the door...he was a ghost haha.

Looking ahead, what’s one piece you’re working on that you’re dying for the pack to see?

Yes! This is a snipped of the AU I’m doing for the Movie fest:

-“That’s him,” Corey said nodding in Theo’s direction “that’s the Judo champ”,

By the time Liam realised he had been staring it was too late, Theo’s head was tilted to the side, an amused grin spread across his face as he looked down slowly at this abdomen and then back up at Liam. There was no reason for Liam to deny that Theo Raeken was gorgeous, that he looked like a demigod in the golden light of the street lamps, but this was not the time for these kinds of thoughts. ‘Get it together Liam’, he shook his head as if to rid his mind of Judo Boy.-

I will also attempt some manips for this piece!

Ooh, intriguing. How dare you stop there! I guess we’ll just have to wait until next week, smh. One final anecdote before we wrap up?

Characters often find themselves in situations they aren’t sure they can get themselves out of. When was the last time you found yourself in situation like that and what did you do?

The PA of our department at work tried to sell me sex toys from this ridiculously expensive catalogue and tried to make me have a sex toy party for my birthday because she would get a free gift and commission for it. First I said, but my friends and family ain’t about that life, and she’s like “No I’ll just invite all my friends it's fine” (to my birthday?? Okay bih). So then I said I’ll think about it hoping she’d forget. She didn’t. Eventually I told her that I’m not doing anything for my birthday but thanks.

Oh no, she didn’t! It was your birthday smh. You’re stronger than me! Not only would she convince me to throw the party, I’d have bought at least two things from that freaking catalogue haha! Well, we’re coming to an end, but first, what’s next for you? Both in life and in the creation world?

Career wise I’d like to do a few courses, and really start going into the direction of what I really love, which is anything creative, instead of just doing a 9-5 to pay bills, you know? So I’m going to look for a way to bring these two worlds together so that I can always do what I love. Fandom wise, I really want to do more writing, explore different characters and ships!

And, we’ll be over here, looking forward to more of your writing! Finally, Is there anything else you’d like to say? The floor is all yours. Dance away!

I hardly get to writing my own ideas so I’m reluctant to say that I'll take prompts for fics and frankly I take so long to write that it will be disappointing, however, if someone has a scenario/idea for an incorrect quote, manip or aesthetic requests, I’m all for it! I would love to do it! Other than that i just want to thank this entire fandom, you guys are keeping this ship sailing and its beautiful! Keep doing what you’re doing!

Aww, thank YOU for writing, creating, and giving us a lens into your world! I’ll be looking forward to the day you gift us with all the Thiam videos haha. From there, we give you Glitter-cake20.

As always, you can keep the conversation going; respond to any of her thoughts, ask more questions, send a prompt, or simply swing by for a chat with Sammy anytime. To dive into her works, check out her Tumblr. You can also find her on instagram!

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That’s all for now, so stay warm, amused, and tuned for next week’s Movie AU edition with @underthegallowws.

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jasperstan408 · 4 years ago

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January 10, 2021

holy shit so much has changed and i have so much tea for myself lmao 1. i got my first job as a graphic designer!!! after months of being insecure and depressed about it, i start tomorrow!!! 2. i got my first heartbreak that isn’t A!!! Sad but exciting that it’s not him im crying over anymore.

writing my notes from my app on here

I am so upset right now. I went over to fuck bryan in a hotel room. We had sex for 20 minutes, i didn’t even cum. He said i can be on top and then i never got the chance. And then we just laid there on opposite sides of the bed. We talked a little but mostly just watched family guy awkwardly. He kept checking stuff on his phone and then he played a game on his phone while i watched. This is just stuff i would do if i was bored or didn’t want to be where i was at the moment. Even when we sat close, he obviously just didn’t want to be there like he didn’t touch me at all. Barely talked to me. He was so distant and i hated it. I think it just triggered something in my brain that reminded me of how andy acted around me and it upset me. Ive been crying all night about it. I hate andy so fucking much. He literally ruined everything for me. Is this how it’s going to be with all men? They just want me for my pussy and nothing else? When we had sex the first time it was amazing. I felt connected and it was good. This was literally just to fuck me and be done with it. I tried to keep the conversation flowing and nothing. He didnt even ask me how my day was.

Yeah i was gonna talk to you about how you were weird and distant last night so I’m glad you noticed and its not just in my head. I’ll be honest, i dont really know what to say back. I could just tell you why im upset about this and how upset i am but i just feel like it doesnt matter what i say tbh. It’s not going to change anything. I will say you made me feel like shit. I just felt so used and unwanted last night. It was obvious you were only there to have sex and nothing else. It was such a shitty feeling for me to lay there after and have you not even notice. I didn’t pay $40 to watch family guy with you and to watch you play a game on your phone. Yeah it wasnt a relationship but if we were friends with benefits, the friendship part wasnt there. Neither were the benefits since last time i gave u a bj and this time i didnt even cum. That hurts that you feel that way because i really did like spending time with you and was excited to keep spending time with you but its also out of my control and i cant make you feel a way you dont so i guess it just sucks.

What you are not about to fucking do is downplay how i fucking feel and try to make what you did any better. If you felt this, you felt this i dont fucking care but you had so many chances to fucking cancel and so many chances to be honest with me but you still went just to fuck me. Im not a fleshlight you can stick your dick into to hopefully forget about someone else, if there even is someone else. I cant even trust you after you lied about so much. Cincinatti and the keys and who knows what else. Dont treat me like im a fucking idiot like i didnt pick up signs that you weren’t interested anymore. If youre not interested, okay fine but dont lie to me. I thought we could get a hotel room and it would be a good time like the first time. Not have you fuck me for 5 minutes and then ignore me for another hour and a half. So dont say “we knew what we were doing when we got the hotel room” because I thought you actually wanted to spend time with me. That shit hurt and my feelings are valid. What did you think would happen? I would wake up and see your text and feel sorry for you? I would say “oh sorry you feel that way hit me up when you wanna fuck me again 😏😉😍🥺😂” we’re not gonna just be friends so you can string me along and fuck me whenever you want. I’m not anyones rebound or second choice. And dont use my fucking words against me like that. When i said “fake scenarios” i meant that I thought us sleeping together last night wouldve been fun like the first time. Not me creating a scenario where you used me. I didnt create that, thats what happened. Get the fuck out of here with that shit.

The thing you don’t understand is that it was so out of nowhere for me. I thought you were interested and then acted like it didn’t matter if i was there or not. Waking and reading a text saying “I’m not over my ex but we can be friends” made me think you were getting back together with an ex and just wanted to soften the blow by saying we can just be friends. Like you didn’t actually want to be friends, you just were trying to make it easier on me. Idgaf about how you feel. If you’re not over your ex okay but that’s your baggage and that’s your problem and you didnt have to dump it out on me like you did that night.

Okay so like I’ve said and like you know, I was really hurt the other night. I get everyone has their baggage and their insecurities and that’s okay but what was not okay is projecting that baggage on to me and hurting me like you did. I have my baggage with my ex and I spent so much time working through it so I don’t do this to anyone. That’s all your problem, not mine. I did like spending time with you and talking to you. I do want to be friends. We can still talk every once in a while and maybe we can hang out and smoke but I just don’t think I want to hook up or anything like that. That was just way too much and it obviously didn’t end well.

My hopes were crushed because i liked what we were doing and it sucks that it had to end so soon. I just miss talking to you and i miss that time in my life, being excited that you were in it and it just sucks that it had to end so quick. It sucks that you didn’t feel the same as me. It sucks that none of this is my fault. I cant change anything about what happened and i cant make you feel a certain way that you don’t. It’s scary that we went thru the same experience and had different feelings about it. This was all out of nowhere for me because i really thought you were into me tbh until we were in the middle of sex and i felt like something was off. And then you sat there, wouldn’t look at me or talk to me and honestly it made me think i did something wrong. You dumped your baggage on to me.

Id like to go back to how it was when we first met. We can just be friends. We can hang out every once in a while, smoke and get something to eat but obviously sleeping together isnt a good idea and i dont want to do that anymore.

Reading your message, I thought that you were saying you and your ex were getting back together and by saying “we can still talk and still be friends”, you were just trying to be nice and not hurt me i guess?

Love language is quality time

Hey can we talk?

Okay so i just kinda wanted to be open about what i think and am feeling. Im sorry if this is out of nowhere. I know this was 2 weeks ago lol i just have not had any time to talk to you. So when you first texted me the other day, I took it as “my ex and i are getting back together and i wanted to fuck someone for the last time.” Maybe I was just jumping to conclusions idk but I took you wanting to be friends and saying you wanted to talk to me like pity tbh. Like you didn’t actually want to do that, you were just saying that to soften the blow. I did like talking with you and hanging out with you. I would like to be friends but I don’t want to intrude if you’re with someone else, I feel like that’d be awkward lol

I’d like to just go back to how it was before it got messy. I’m fine with still talking and maybe someday we can smoke and get something to eat and hang out. I did like hanging out and talking with you but obviously, sleeping together isn’t a good idea and I don’t want to do that.

So I do want to talk about the other night just to get some clarity and it can stay in the past. I understand how you felt and tbh I’ve been there before too. I’ve gone on a date with a guy and the date was fine but the whole time I was just sad over my ex and it ruined things. It happens and it sucks, I get it. But the thing is, that’s your baggage that you need to deal with. Not mine but you dumped the baggage on me. I have baggage with my ex but i dealt with it and healed from it so I wouldn’t do this to anyone. My ex was the worst and that night, you were acting like him and it triggered something that made me really upset. My love language is quality time so when i hang out with someone, it’s important that they’re there with me and their attention isn’t somewhere else which is also why i got really upset.

I just remember at one point, the way you were walking or something made me flashback to him and i just wanted to leave. You’re the first guy I’ve opened up to like this since we broke up so you acting like that made me think every guy is going to be like that towards me and i got upset. I know now that’s not the truth. My love language is quality time so when I’m with someone, id like them to be there with me. To talk to me instead of being on their phones and acting like i wasnt there. Having sex with me and then ignoring me was how my ex was the last half of our relationship and it triggered something for me. That night just wasnt a good night for me. Like i said, we all have our baggage but it wasn’t okay to treat me like that. I would just like to go back to how it was when we first met. We can smoke and get something to eat but sleeping together isn’t what I want right now.

Basically, you already know, but the way you treated me wasn’t okay. I understand how you felt and I’ve been down that road too but dumping that baggage on me wasn’t okay. It made me uncomfortable and it upset me. My love language is quality time so when i do hang out with someone, I’d like them to be focused on hanging out with me but you weren’t. You were on your phone and watching tv instead which is why i got upset. Like i said before, the way you were acting reminded me of my ex and it triggered something for me which is also why i got upset. After all this, i am a human with feelings so of course I’m going to get hurt. I would like to be friends. We can still talk and maybe we can still hang out and smoke together if you’re down but obviously sleeping together isn’t a good idea right now and i dont want to so that.

I’ll be honest, the whole time you were talking to me, i just kept waiting for something like this to happen and here it is.

You’re right. You’re very confusing and obviously don’t know what you want. You made all the first moves and ended it first too. You said you wanted a friendship and i said i did too and now you dont even want that. You’re very back and forth and yeah, i dont need someone like that in my life. You aren’t listening to anything that ive said, youre just getting defensive when im trying to just talk through it. We were just fwb i get it and like ive said multiple times, thats all i wanted from you. I never saw you as a guy to meet my parents or to hang out with my friends. Just someone to fuck at the end of the night. This all got messy because of you. I’m a human with emotions so stop trying to gaslight me into making me think what i feel is wrong.

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imagine simon and baz adopting a little girl g o o d b y e I am deceased -🎹 (piano anon)

Oh my god! I literally abandoned all else to write this fic! I wanted it to be cute but turned out a little heavier than I hoped it to be. But I love it, so here it is. I’m posting it on ao3 as well, but thanks for the prompt piano anon!!

Simon

I can’t believe that people would still be this thick in 2017. I mean for god’s sake is being a little more open-minded that hard? The fact that we have to deal with homophobes even now. It’s not like it has anything with their lives, or that I have anything to do with their lives. And somehow, they still think they have the right to force their damned close-minded, narrow sighted opinions onto the world.

“Why would someone say that? Those bloody imbeciles! Why do they think they can?” I complain to Baz as we walk up to our apartment. It’s different living together now that we don’t hate each other anymore. But Baz claims he never hated me. And I don’t think I ever did either.

“Seriously Snow, chill out will you. It’s not like they can change you or me,” he says digging his pocket for the keys. “And there is nothing we can do to change them apparently.” He grabs the grocery bags from my hand and I walk in sideways through the door. The glamour keeps my red wings and devil’s tail out of the eyes of the normal but is still a huge pain in the ass. I’ve gotten more used to it though. I think one is bound to after nearly a decade with it. I can’t believe it’s been 10 years since Watford.

“But it’s just so frustrating!” I groan, “Couldn’t you have used your magic to smite them or something?”

“I can’t use magic outside just like that.” He shrugs like he just stated the most obvious thing in the world. Well, he kinda did. I mean yes, we aren’t just allowed to let people know about the existence of the World of Mages. Unfortunately. I mean how cool would it be if people knew dragons existed! Those poor souls obsessing over fantasy when we deal with it on a daily basis. Well, not anymore. Thankfully. “Besides, I didn’t carry my wand.”

“Liar. You always carry your wand with you.” I counter. He shrugs again. I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. I just hate that we live in such a world.”

“I know Simon. Me too.”

Baz

Simon leaves me to do all the preparation for dinner. Just like him. Too lazy to ever do anything. His go-to excuse is always My wings will just make a mess even if I don’t want to. Come on Baz! I can’t believe that I let it work every single time. What can I say? I’m weak, and head over heel for this git. I don’t even know why. I just pick out the onions from the bag when my phone rings. I jump at the sudden loud noise. I take second to check the caller ID before answering.

“Hello, Bunce.”

“Hey, Baz. I need a favour. Simon isn’t picking up.”

“Yeah, he’s in the shower. What’s it?”

“Yeah. I need you to go to Abbey Wood. There is some sort of incident there. I think it’s something Magical, and I’m in America. So, could you deal with that for me?” Penelope was the external coordinator for Watford now, which meant she dealt with all the magic-related things that took place outside the control of the world of mages. Simon and I help her out time and again.

“How urgent is it?” I ask.

“I’m not really sure. But it seems like things are going to blow up pretty soon. Some people are already there but they are barely holding it together. I need you to go now!”

“Okay. But you owe me one Bunce.”

“Thank you so much! I’ll text you the address.”

I drop the onions on the counter as Simon walks out dressed in his PJs. Head dripping wet. I grab the car keys as Simon gives me a questioning look.

“Somethings going on in Abbey Wood that they need my help with. Want to have dinner outside?”

“I don’t want to change!” He whines. I laugh and mutter a quick spell and change his current attire to a grey shirt and jeans. “So much for I can’t just use magic like that.” I give him a cocky grin and he walks in to give me a quick peck on my lips. And we walk out together.

There are more such incidents than you’d think there’d be in a busy city like London. So, the urgency of the situation doesn’t hit me till we reach Abbey wood and see the massive fire engulfing the church. I hit the brakes more suddenly than I intended to, Snow and I fall forward, and I rush to clutch out the seat belt and run outside.

“What the hell is happening here?” I pant out to one of the boys standing there.

“I’m not sure. There were a group of vampires that attacked the church I think. There were a few people here, but I don’t know where they are.”

I’m not listening to him anymore. I quickly reach my jeans pocket to grab my wand and shout, “Make a wish.” The fire only barely dies down. “Make a wish!” I shout again forcing more magic into the words, Simon quickly takes my side enquiring the boy. I try one more time. “Make a wish.” And the fire puffs out. Black smoke covers the entire building and I sprint inside without any warning. The smoke enters my lung and I start coughing. I can barely see anything, but I find myself walking anyway. “Anybody there?” I ask walking over a few people. I scoot down to check their pulse. Nothing. I take a deep breath which only causes me to cough more.

“Baz?”

“I’m here,” I reply, forcing my face to remain neutral. This is not something I was expecting to handle today. Simon scoots down next to me and places a comforting hand on my shoulder. I just nod and get up. “Anybody there?” I try again.

Simon

I hear a low whimper around the corner. I tap Baz’s shoulder and start walking towards the sound. I walk into the confession room in the corner. The smoke has died down considerably, so it’s easier to see. I open the door and find a little girl, probably six or seven, sat in one corner head against her knees, rocking back and forth.

“Hey,” I say mustering the most soothing voice I could put up. She jumps at the sound of my voice and coils further into herself. I take another careful step forward. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “We’re here to help. It’s all over now.” She is crying. Her eyes are puffy and red, and I can’t do anything to help. But I desperately want to. I kneel next to her. “What’s your name sweetie?” I notice Baz behind me.

“Lu –” She sobs. “Lucy” I flinch but recover quickly.

“Okay,” I attempt placing a hand on her little shoulder. “Let’s get you out of here? Okay? Can we do that?” She nods slowly grabbing her little seal toy.

“Mom?” She mutters slowly as she gets up.

“Your mom was here?” Baz asks, his voice deep and sorrowful.

“She –” Lucy sobs again, “She asked me to stay here then left.” I turn to look at Baz whose eyes widen, and I follow his gaze and realise why. There are 2 puncture wounds on her neck. She was bitten. Oh my god. Baz. I turn to face him again and notice him beginning to fall apart. Lucy walks out before I can stop her and walk over to one of the limp bodies scattered around.

“Mommy?” she scoots down shaking the woman’s shoulder. My heart breaks. “Mommy. The bad guys aren’t here anymore. Mommy?” She shakes her harder, one hand still clutching her soft toy. Baz becomes stiff. He doesn’t move. He just stares at the little girl and I notice his eyes filled to the rim glistening with tears. He doesn’t make an effort to wipe away the tear as it falls, and I don’t know if I should stay and comfort him or go to Lucy. I look back to her still trying to wake her mother up, and I instinctively walk there.

“Why isn’t she waking up?” She looks up at me and probes weakly. I look down at her little hand trying settled on her mothers and grab it slowly.

“Let’s get you out of here. Okay?” I try.

“NO!” She pulls her hands away! “NO! I don’t want to go without mommy. No!” I don’t know what to do. My face strains figuring out a way to break it to her that her mom can’t come. So I do the next best thing my good for nothing brain could think of. I pull her into a hug. She fights me for seconds before collapsing into me in tears. I move a hand to her hair placing a soft kiss on her head.

“It’s going to be alright.” I murmur. “It’s going to be alright.”

Baz

I couldn’t take it. It was too much. It brought back memories I wasn’t even sure I remembered. I froze. I was supposed to help, and I froze. I f***ing froze. Simon seemed to have a handle on the situation though. Thankfully. I watched as he carried the kid and walked over to me. He took my hand and squeezed it once before guiding me out as well. Coming to my senses I quickly wiped away the tears that had fallen. As we walk out we notice a few more people standing there with the boy we saw earlier. He leans forward and hands Lucy over to me. It takes me a while to understand, but I put my hand forward and carry her.

“Aleister Crowley, where the hell were you all?”

“We. Uh. We went to follow the vampires who had escaped.” One of them. A girl with blonde hair replied hesitantly.

“And none of you bothered to check for anyone else inside? What is wrong with you.” Their heads all ducked down in shame.

“We just… we didn’t think there was anyone in there!”

“Well. Think again,” He screams.

“Simon,” I warn. I didn’t realise I was rocking her till I heard a soft snore. He takes a deep breath composing himself.

“Fix up this mess and then go home.” He instructs and walks to me. “Are you okay?” He utters, and I nod.

“Can you drive? I don’t want to disturb her. And she probably needs some quiet.” He holds his hand out. “I don’t think I removed the keys from the car.” He nods and opens the door for me. I get in, trying my best not to wake the sleeping child in my arms. He closes the door walking to the driver side. We are both silent the entire drive.

Simon

When we reach home, Baz walked directly into the room and delicately placed Lucy on our bed and tucked her in. I stood by the door frame watching her cuddle into the blanket. Baz turned around, a weird sort of tiredness fixed in his eyes. I walked over to him and embraced him. I didn’t know how else to help him, and words have always failed me, so I wasn’t going to rely on them now. He buried his head in my chest and I could feel the wetness of his silent tears.

“Is she –” I ask pulling back a little, but I can’t complete the question. He nods then collapses over me again. Neither of us had our appetites anymore. But we found a comfortable position on the couch as I handed Baz a glass of water.

“What are we going to do with her? She just lost everything. And she doesn’t even know it yet,” Baz points out. He looks disoriented. Not something I see very often. I scoot in closer to him.

“I know,” I mumble. “We can’t just drop her off at an orphanage because she is… you know.”

“You can say it, Simon,” Baz huffs a laugh, “It’s not something offensive.”

“I know,” Is all I can say.

“What are we going to do?” He repeats and puts his head on his palms.

“Baz…” I start, “Do you want to, um… maybe we should… why don’t we… adopt her?” Baz’s head turns towards me in one sharp motion.

“This is not a joke Snow!”

“I know. I’m serious. Why not? She needs a home. And we have one.” He sits up straighter.

“That’s not all it takes, Simon. If it was just about providing a home, things would be much less complicated. Do you think either of us is ready to be a parent? You barely remember to put on your pants before you leave home.” I laugh slowly.

“I don’t think anyone is ever ready to be a parent. But I think we can make good ones if we try. She needs someone to help her Baz. And I really want to. It’s like you said. Her entire life collapsed in front of her. She needs someone to lean back on. And there is no one else right now who can understand what she is going through better than you. And I can try to not ruin everything.”

“Are you sure about this?” I nod. “Then I hope to god you’re right. Coz if Lucy becomes a rebellious annoying teenager, you’re going to have to deal with her.” I grin.

“Are you serious!”

“Weren’t you just advocating for us to adopt her? If you’ve changed your mind, I’m sorry. I’ll adopt her anyway.” He smiles one of his rare genuinely happy smiles. I grin wider and move in to kiss him.

“We’re going to be dads!” I squeal with my forehead against his.

“I guess we are.”

#snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #carry on #rainbow rowell #prompts #my fic #snowbaz fic #simon x baz

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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But I’m A Cheerleader! - Chapter 24 (Aja x Farrah) - Millie

“Have you been badmouthing the Bombers?” Farrah asked Aja, arms folded over her chest and a mean pout on her face. She’d cornered her by the toilets as everyone was on their way to their next class after break, and as teachers were also rushing back to their rooms, no one could notice them (well, that was until they turned up late).

Aja narrowed her eyes at the accusation. “What?” was all she managed to say, confusion running through her mind.

“You heard me.”

“No, I haven’t said anything about them,” she said, scowling.

“Well, that’s not what I heard.” Farrah stepped forward in an attempt to be intimidating, but it didn’t work.

Aja had no clue how Farrah had got this idea into her head, or who had even made up that rumour - they were all supposed to be friends, now. Maybe a few months ago, when they were supposed to be mortal enemies, such a thing may have happened, but now? Aja wouldn’t dream of it. The Bombers treated her like a sister, and she wasn’t going to throw that away.

“Who told you that?” Aja asked her.

“Eureka,” Farrah said.

“And who did she hear that from?”

She shrugged. “Around.”

Aja raised her eyebrows. “Sounds reliable.”

“Eureka wouldn’t lie to me,” Farrah exclaimed, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Oh, and I would?” Aja snarled. Defensive-Aja had been on hiatus for a while, but now she’d made a sudden return. She tended to blow things out of proportion, and not realise it until later.

“That’s not what I meant,” Farrah huffed. “I’m just saying, she’s usually a trustworthy source.”

“I don’t know who made up this piece of bullshit and told her to tell you, but whoever it was, you can tell them to shove their foot up their ass,” she argued. “Because I’m not letting some petty rumour get in the way of our relationship.”

Farrah stood there and just stared at her, not quite glaring, but there was nothing lighthearted in her eyes.

“I’m not gonna be accused of something I didn’t do, Farrah,” Aja said, beginning to walk down the corridor to her next class. “Don’t speak to me until you find out who the hell made this whole thing up.”

Farrah was silent.

Aja stormed into her English classroom and dumped herself down next to Sasha, unbothered by her teacher’s remarks about her being late. She opened her book and got on with the work almost too hastily, and Sasha quickly picked up that something was wrong.

“What happened, Aja?” she asked, putting down her pen. Sasha was far ahead of everyone else already, so she didn’t care too much about wasting these precious minutes.

Aja clenched her fist with her pen still in it. “Farrah seems to think I was talking about the Bombers behind their back,” she laughed sardonically. “Which is bullshit, by the way.”

“And why would she think that?”

She threw her arms up in the air. “Exactly! Eureka told her.”

“… But Eureka likes you,” Sasha said. “So, she’s heard it from someone who clearly doesn’t.”

Aja nodded.

“Think: what have you done in the past day or so involving the Bombers? Is there anything that could be taken and manipulated?”

She played back the previous day’s events, but nothing seemed to stick out to her. The main thing she remembered was being with Farrah, and suddenly her heart hurt more when she thought back to how content they were just less than 24 hours ago. She certainly didn’t like arguing with Farrah, but right now, defence was the only language she spoke.

No matter how much she wracked her brain, Aja couldn’t think of anything she’d said that could’ve been taken the wrong way. She was nothing but nice to the Bombers, and this was how one of them was repaying her? Once she found out who it was, she was going to rip them to shreds.

“I can’t think of anything, Sash,” she said, slumping back down in her seat.

“I’ll help you figure it out,” Sasha said with a smile, rubbing Aja’s shoulder.

They’d reached lunchtime, and still, no progress had been made. The situation was circling around Aja’s mind, coming and going every so often, just enough to make her increasingly frustrated. Sasha had been working on the case too, but even she couldn’t crack it just yet. But, to be fair, they didn’t really have much to go off.

Until everyone’s phones went off.

They all beeped simultaneously, apart from Aja’s, and each Glamazon wore a stone-cold look. Aja went to her texts to see if maybe the notification hadn’t come through, but there was nothing new there. All of her friends had just received something, and whatever it was, it didn’t look great.

“Aja… what is this?” Alexis was the first to speak.

“What’s what?” she replied, perplexed.

Alexis showed her the screen of her phone to see a video message from No Caller ID. She pressed play as everyone else watched her, and the video revealed her and Farrah outside of her house. Kissing.

Once she’d opened her eyes and pulled back in the video, the filmer had darted off, stopping filming a few seconds after running. Funnily enough, a flash of an orange and white pleated skirt appeared in the corner of the screen, along with some worn, once-white sneakers.

Oh, god, all eyes were on her, including a whole bunch of students that sat near their table; whoever had anonymously mass-texted the whole grade clearly didn’t have any pleasant intentions. The cafeteria had quietened down as teenagers’ eyes fleeted between their phones and Aja, who felt like a celebrity, although, for the wrong reasons.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Shea asked quietly. “We’d support you.”

“We’ve only been together a few days,” Aja said. When she pictured revealing the truth to them all, she never imagined it happening because of a video.

“Who texted this? One of the Bombers?” Jaymes questioned, looking over at their table to see a similar scene.

Sasha gasped. “Whoever filmed it was probably the one who made up the rumour,” she said. She turned to Aja. “We have tryout practice tonight; maybe we can work out who did it.”

Aja nodded, taking it in. She looked over at the Bombers’ table and was met with Farrah’s solemn eyes. She was sitting rigidly on her seat, looking sorry for herself. While Aja felt bad that she was taking the blow too, anger towards her girlfriend’s accusations was still very much present; all she could do was smile sympathetically.

Aja walked in to practice after school ready to fight. Not literally, but she certainly felt like it after today. Even though she needed to focus on learning the next routine (although there wasn’t even a guarantee that they’d got through), that wouldn’t stop her from hyper-analysing each Bombers’ outfit to see if she could figure out who the hell took that video.

For the first time in a few months, the Glamazons and the Bombers were standing in their own little groups on opposite sides of the hall. They gave each other dirty looks just like old times. Aja looked over them all, studying their skirts in the most nonchalant way possible - but they were all the damn same.

“Okay, guys,” Cynthia interrupted, stepping forward and making eye contact with Aja, expressionless. “Whatever is going on, that needs to be put behind us today.” She clicked her fingers at them all. “Now, get in your positions.”

Reluctantly, the cheerleaders walked to where they were supposed to stand, and Kimora switched on the music.

From that point on, practice ran as normal, although it was clear that none of the Bombers wanted to hang around Aja, even when they were forced to lift her into the air when they stunted. They’d throw her just a little too aggressively. The rest of the routine went well, and Aja found herself mesmerised by Farrah like usual. Despite how hurt she felt, that didn’t affect her feelings towards the blonde. Cheerleading was something that everyone here took seriously.

They practised the routine again and again like usual until everything was perfect, right down to the footwork and straightness of their backs. Now, they could add some new moves, and possibly try some different stunts. This part always made the cheerleaders nervous.

“So,” Cynthia began once everyone was safely on the ground, “I was thinking of adding more flips-” She looked at Shea, “-and we need more basket tosses. We really need to show the judges how talented we are.”

They all nodded in acknowledgement.

“Right - Aja and Trinity, get in your positions!”

Peppermint, Valentina, and Alexis prepared to lift Aja, gathering round her to support her legs and body before she went up. Aja felt uneasy at the thought of Bombers being in control of her for the rest of practice.

Once given the cue, the lifted her up with the same force as before, strong enough to project her up higher than usual. However, Cynthia wanted more than that. It bordered on dangerous, but Aja knew she was in (mostly) safe hands. They threw her up again even higher, but this time, she felt something wrong. She was thrown just a little too forward, and she heard the gasps of everyone else below. She panicked and flailed in the air as she came back down, and Alexis rushed forward so she’d land in her arms before they both both crashed to the cold, hard floor. Aja shut her eyes as she prepared for impact.

A chorus of concerned voices hurried over and crowded around them; Alexis moved her arms out from under Aja, using one hand to support her head. She opened her eyes and looked around, seeing Farrah crouched down by her side.

“Aja!” she exclaimed, beginning to tear up. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Aja went to sit up, but stopped when pain seared through her back. She winced. “My back hurts,” she said, lying back down.

Farrah bent down to hug her gently, burying her head into her neck. Aja hugged her back, but her shoulders hurt as well. She rested her head on Farrah’s shoulder, and as she did, one particular thing caught her eye. Through the pain, she noticed some dirty, grey sneakers next to them. She slowly looked up to the tan legs and orange skirt and was met with none other than Valentina. The sneakers were the exact same colour as the cheerleader’s in the video.

“Everyone go back to the changing rooms,” Cynthia said, pointing towards the door. “Alexis and Aja, stay here. I’ll find someone.”

The cheerleaders did as they were instructed, except Farrah, who just pulled back and stroked Aja’s hair. If she could have, Aja would’ve moved away and glared at her, but her current situation didn’t allow that. Plus, she liked affection from Farrah, even if they were supposed to be fighting.

“Guys, Valentina took the video,” Aja said. “It was the same shoes and everything. ”

Farrah immediately stopped what she was doing, her jaw clenched. “Oh my fucking god,” she seethed, pushing herself off the ground and storming out of the door towards the changing rooms.

#but i'm a cheerleader #millie #farraja #au #aja #farrah moan #rpdr fanfiction #cheerleader au #lesbian au

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